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𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐔𝐒”
╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: You found yourself stripped of your immortality, a punishment for daring to flout the edicts laid down by your father. Your transgressions? Two-fold. First, the grave sin of disobedience, and Secondly, the cardinal offense of falling irrevocably in love with your Lady in waiting. In your father’s eyes, the sanctity of your divinity was tarnished by a same-gender relationship, a concept that he vehemently repudiated as aberrant and abhorrent. Such unforgivable love, he pontificated, dulled your goddess-like essence. Thus he used his powers and casted you adrift into a parallel universe suffused with curses and sorcerers whose love aren't really the healthy type of love, a punishment to show you that ‘Love’ isn’t all about sunshine and rainbows.
╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Gore, Slow Burn Yandere, Love Percentage Au.
╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Jjk x Fem! Isekai’d! Goddess Reader.
╰┈➤𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Shoko Ieri, Yuki Tsukumo, Kento Nanami, Utahime Iori, Choso, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen.
╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Hearts and Reblogs are greatly appreciated<3. Also posted in Quotev and Wattpad.
╰┈➤𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 6,040 words.
╰┈➤𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
╰┈➤𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 & 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑
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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎
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MYRIAD OF LIGHTS OF multiple colors danced in your eyes as if on orchestra, it was intense, so intense that it seemed like they could blind you. The overwhelming brightness left you feeling lightheaded and disoriented, while waves of excruciating pain reverberated throughout your entire body. The vertigo you experienced was excruciating and it felt like as if you were going to faint.
It felt as if an immense weight was being forcibly pressed upon you, causing your bones to crack and shatter. The splintered fragments traveled through your veins, intensifying the pain you were already enduring.
In an effort to cope with the pain, your teeth gnawed at your lower lip while your trembling intensified, unable to quell the torment in any way.
To make matters worse, your regeneration abilities seemed to be failing you in this dire situation, leaving you defenseless against the onslaught of pain.
But Suddenly, as if transported to a parallel dimension, you found yourself immersed in something akin to a vast galaxy. The immense pressure in your lungs threatened to rupture them, and indeed, they gave way—They ruptured, hindering your ability to draw breath.
Although you are a goddses, you were somewhat comparable to a human in certain aspects. Your bodily functions mirrored those of humans, complete with human organs, and other human stuff—Like a demigod, yet you couldn't truly be classified as a demigod. This was due to the fact that demigods, while weaker, lacked the divine powers you possessed. They only had semi-immortality, whereby old age posed no threat, yet this alone was a dreadful fate, as it essentially condemned them to a lifetime of servitude.
Moreover, You are the biological child of Aionarch and Xeranthi, and Aionarch has a strong aversion towards demigods, thus, meaning that If you were a demigod, it is highly likely that aionarch would kill you without any second thought. But funny enough, even though you're not a demigod, he attempted to kill you, which doesn't surprise you at all.
However, it still confuses you why he hadn't killed you yet, though, one possible explanation for this is that aionarch intentionally chose to prolong your suffering, as he derives pleasure from witnessing others in pain, as he is undoubtedly a sadistic motherfucker.
Gradually, you began to feel your internal organs and bones slowly regenerating, although it was a sluggish process compared to before. Previously, you can just get any part of your body get cut off and it will heal instantaneously, as if the act of severing had never occurred. But this time, the regeneration process was markedly longer. Perhaps it lasted around three minutes, and you wondered, did Aionarch tampered your ability to regenerate?
Probably.
Then Suddenly, a realization struck you like a bolt of lightning, causing your mind to shift gears. It was as if a light bulb went off in your head, triggering a series of intense emotions. Your eyes, filled with a mix of fear, anger, and apprehension, snapped wide open, while your heart sank and a shiver tingled down your spine.
Ataraxia.
You were all too aware of the sadistic nature of Aionarch, who took great pleasure in inflicting pain. It dawned on you that he would likely target Ataraxia, , simply because she was your lover and he harbored a deep-seated hatred for anything that deviated from his narrow view of sexuality.
You knew he would not hesitate to subject her to unimaginable torture. However, a slight glimmer of hope emerged as you contemplated Ataraxia's abilities. Being capable of transforming herself into solid ice or hiding discreetly, she might have a chance to evade his clutches.
Yet, doubts crept in. The unsettling realization dawned on you that Ataraxia might not be aware of the grave situation that you and now her, were entangled in. Was she cognizant of the rebellion you had sparked against Aionarch? Did she even know that your life force was slowly dwindling away? The thought gnawed at you, questioning whether she truly comprehended the excruciating pain you were enduring.
Did she understand that your internal organs were rupturing and your bones were fracturing, even though there were no visible wounds on your battered body?
Did she know how much pain you're experiencing right now because of her?
Ataraxia was definitely a personified peril, a reality you had to confront head-on. You swallowed thickly, feeling your chest tighten at the thought of ataraxia dying by the hands of aionarch playing through your mind like an unwanted nightmare.
Please, be safe, ‘raxia. You sniffled, your teeth gritting together.
You serious vowed to take Aionarch's life if he dared lay a finger on Ataraxia. The thought of your beloved perishing was simply unbearable, leaving you with the resolve that you would rather embrace death yourself than allow her to meet such a fate.
The desire to obliterate aionarch, to snap his neck in two and subject him to brutal torture if he ever dared lay even a single filthy finger of his on your ataraxia, consumed your thoughts, but that would be only on your daydream, as he possessed a superior strength compared to your own, for he was the originator of all existence, while you were only his insignificant and useless daughter that struggled to even cook a simple soup without burning it, because peculiarly enough, you can set even the water ablaze without any logical explanation.
And all of a sudden, a vibrant streak of skyblue emerged right in front of your eyes. The intense force that had previously immobilized you vanished instantaneously, leaving you free-falling from the heavens.
Unexpectedly and with great velocity, a bird collided directly with your forehead, causing you to emit a sharp hiss and wildly thrash your arms in the air, desperately trying to swat it away in irritation and your pyrokinesis ended up working and it burnt the poor bird down.
And when you finally fell down to the solid ground below, the sheer force generated by your landing left an indelible mark on the land, forming an enormous crater. The impact was so powerful that it caused the very Earth itself to shake uncontrollably, sending shockwaves rippling throughout its surface like a magnitude-intensive earthquake.
Moreover, the intensity of your landing was accompanied by a resounding and thunderous explosion, which echoed through the atmosphere with an almost deafening presence as mist swirled on the place.
Excruciating pain surged relentlessly through every single fiber of your existence. you gritted your teeth with a force that could crack diamonds, whilst your muscles became as taut as tightly wound springs, while, your hands grasped onto the uneven, rough, and jagged terrain beneath you.
Your skin bore the traces of burns, blisters, and cuts adorning your body. Each breath you took through your nose was burdened with the heavy scent of blood and decaying flesh, reminiscent of the odor emanating from a freshly butchered pig, causing waves of nausea to wash over you.
Although the blood did not carry your personal fragrance, it undeniably belonged to you, beceause it was ichor, and your oxygenated blood was currently trickling down your jawline, leaving a visible trail as it trailed down to your neck, gradually seeping into the delicate necklace adorning your throat while the uneven terrain below you etched bruises onto your already battered skin.
Your brow furrowed in distress as you struggled to catch your breath, feeling the constriction in your chest and the inability of your lungs to fully expand and take air, whilst the pain coursing through your body intensified, relentlessly tormenting you, making each breath a challenging task.
Your eyelids quivered as you tried to focus, but your vision started to fade, gradually becoming hazy and unfocused as a sudden and intense coughing fit took over you.
You instinctively reached up and clutched at your throat, feeling the warmth and stickiness of your vividly ichor blood trickling out. The droplets of your vibrant blood descended towards your body and to the ground, adding to the already stained complexion of your body. The searing sensation in your throat persisted, causing it to constrict even further while you continue to regurgitate blood.
Eventually, as the disturbing episode subsided, you slowly lifted your trembling wrist to your mouth, using it to gently wipe away the remnants of blood that had clung to your lips. In doing so, the vivid sanguine liquid was smudged across your skin.
The combination of smoky, metallic, musty scents, along with the burning aroma of leaves, assaulted your nostrils, which caused you to involuntary cough, although you were relieved to find no blood this time. Slowly, you gingerly lifted your head, taking in your surroundings with a look of cautiousness etched on your face.
Where were you and what the fuck did just happened?
Utter confusion consumed you, and you couldn't help but question what had just unfolded.
Earlier, you were subjected to an excruciating torment inflicted by unknown forces, likely orchestrated by that bastard aionarch, and then you found yourself hurtling downwards from the celestial realm.
The events that had unfolded left you utterly flabbergasted.
In an attempt to make sense of it all, you furrowed your brows in puzzlement, lifting your head to carefully survey your surroundings, attempting to comprehend your current location.
As you glanced around, a sense of unfamiliarity struck you, realizing that you were situated within a dense forest. However, a mist encircled your vicinity, reminiscent of a raging sandstorm, and despite the obstructed view, your vision of transparency allowed you to perceive through the swirling haze.
The scene that unravelled before you was one of destruction and chaos, as fallen trees littered the ground, creating a disarrayed landscape, and Notably, a colossal crater lay beneath you. The forest floor was adorned with a carpet of decaying leaves, some of which were set ablaze, releasing plumes of smoke that engulfed the surroundings, which was probably caused by you.
As you gazed at the trees tumbling down, a feeling of unease washed over you, causing you to wince at the sudden destruction unfolding before your [E/c] eyes. It seemed almost as if the trees were toppling over like bowling pins, crashing to the ground in a chaotic display of you power and the realization dawned on you that perhaps your descent had triggered this chain of events, further deepening the sense of guilt and regret weighing heavy in your stomach. You swallowed hard, feeling a lump form in your throat as you grappled with the consequences of your actions.
The dryness in your mouth and the lingering metallic sensation of your own blood on your taste buds only added to the discomfort.
Yet, Amidst this pandemonium, there was a sole detail that gripped your attention, and that detail was the fact that you're in the human world.
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𝐓𝐎𝐊𝐘𝐎 𝐉𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐍, 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝟎𝟐 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟒
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“Satoru, do you really think you can handle riding the bicycle?” inquired the man with the sleek black hair, his purple eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion as he tightly clutched the plastic bags containing their purchased eggs for breakfast.
Without missing a beat, said latter, Satoru confidently replied, placing a hand on his hip in a sassy manner as he looked at the black haired man cockily,
“Of course I can. Don't you have any faith in me, Suguru?” His ocean blue eyes squinted as he cocked his head to the side inquisitively, a small smirk playing on his succulent lips.
“No, I don't.” Suguru murmured bluntly, his words devoid of any sugarcoating, causing Satoru to whine in disappointment, for this was not the answer he was expecting to get.
Suguru approached the bicycle, asserting himself as the rightful driver instead of Satoru, for he was hesitant to trust Satoru behind the wheel, knowing all too well the recklessness that would ensue if Satoru were given control of the vehicle.
“Don't be like that suguruuuuu”
Satoru whined, sounding like a child who hadn't gotten their desired toy, the desperation was evident in his voice as he grasped the black haired man's wrist and attempting to persuade him to switch roles.
“Please suguru? Just this once,”
Satoru's lips quivered, blue eyes looking at Suguru with desperation, adorning his face with a pitiable expression that tugged at Suguru's heartstrings, prompting a faint sense of pity to stir within him, despite the man’s annoyance.
“I really do know how to ride, I promise!! pretty pleaseeee?” Satoru insisted, employing a childish tone and batting his long lashes while looking up at Suguru with puppy eyes, clasping his hands together in a pleading manner to emphasize his pleading.
Grudgingly, Suguru let out a frustrated sigh, his chest rising and falling with each breath as he reluctantly gave in. His brows were furrowed, and he couldn't help feeling irritated that he had caved so easily just because of Satoru's pitiful expression.
“Alright,” he grumbled, his eyes narrowing with suspicion as he doubted Satoru's driving abilities.
“..Just this once,” Suguru stated firmly, his lips pressed into a thin line to show that there would be no room for negotiation.
Satoru beamed in delight as he squeezed suguru’s wrist.
“I promise, you won't regret it! You've chosen the right person to trust,” Satoru exclaimed enthusiastically, causing Suguru to let out a heavy sigh, his breath visible in the cold air as he observed Satoru's excitement.
“Have I really, though?” Suguru muttered to himself skeptically, before letting out an amused scoff at the whole situation, his lips curling up into a small smile.
Satoru confidently positioned himself on the bike, his eyes sparkling with excitement, a bright beam on his face. Meanwhile, Suguru carefully positioned himself behind Satoru, his grip on the bag of eggs tightening.
And the moment satoru placed his feet on the pedal, suguru knew that this drive is going to be fucked up because satoru was literally driving so fast.
Suguru could feel his heartbeat quicken as Satoru accelerated, their bodies were pressed closely together and Suguru's head was leaning on Satoru's shoulder as he spoke softly to him in hushed tones.
“You said that you'd be careful, didn't you?” he murmured, his warm breath tickling the skin of the white-haired man's neck, sending a slight shiver down his spine.
“No, I didn't, i never said that after all” Satoru countered, feeling a bubble of laughter forming in his throat.
“I simply mentioned that I am capable of handling the bike and this is just a one-time thing,” he added, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. He tightened his grip on the handlebars, urging the bicycle to go faster, prompting Suguru to pull away and let out an exasperated sigh.
“Please, slow down,” Suguru implored, his grip on the plastic bags tightening.
Passersby gave them strange looks as they navigated through the road and Suguru's eyes widened in alarm when they narrowly missed running over with an elderly woman on the road. He instinctively gripped Satoru's shoulder, urging him to decelerate and suguru almost fell off the bike because of the speed.
“Watch out!” Suguru exclaimed, fearful of harming the innocent pedestrian.
“Oops! Sorry!”
Satoru laughed and swerved, barely avoiding the elderly woman, causing her to cry out in indignation. Ignoring her protests, Satoru continued pedaling while Suguru hastily apologized for the incident.
“Satoru! I told you to slow— ah! Slow Down!”
Suguru felt a sudden jolt in his chest as he saw the lamp post looming dangerously close, almost taking the air out of his lungs. However, Satoru steered them away from the collision just in time.
“Oh my god, satoru, i told you to be careful!” Suguru moaned in annoyance.
“Lighten up, Suguru, don't be such a buzzkill!” Satoru teased, shaking his head in amusement.
“no, ‘m not. ’m not being a kill joy”
“Yes you are,”
The cool wind rushed through Satoru's hair, adding to the exhilaration he felt as he barely managed to maneuvere through the narrow and winding streets, Suguru regretted that he had let satoru drive, because it was obvious that satoru doesn't have any hesitation or regard for the rules of the road.
Suguru felt the bag slipping from his grip as the force of their speed increased, causing his fingers to tighten around it and his face to contort in annoyance.
“You’re driving too fast, seriously” His heart raced, his voice barely audible over the roaring wind.
Apprehension painted Suguru's face as his eyes suddenly widened, realizing the danger they were in. However, Satoru remained completely oblivious to his friend's alarm, too consumed by the exhilarating rush of their ride to heed his warnings.
“Damn it, Satoru, slow down! We're going to crash!”
As the road stretched out before them, a sharp curve emerged in the distance, and Satoru, being the dumbass he is, saw this as an invitation to push the limits of the bike, gripping the handlebars tightly and leaning into the turn, They careened through the bend, their bodies mere inches away from disaster as they narrowly skirted the edge of the road. The bag containing the precious eggs shook violently, teetering dangerously, and for a brief moment, the thought of breakfast seemed inconsequential compared to the imminent peril they faced.
As they sped along, with satoru ignoring suguru's complaints, the looming figure of the forest ahead seemed to rise up to meet them. However, it was not the familiar sight people would expect.
The forest was an ashen wasteland, littered with fallen trees, charred leaves, and other debris and The serene presence of nature had been replaced by chaos and destruction for some unknown reasons.
Suguru's eyes widened, his jaw clenching slightly. “Satoru... Slow down..” Suguru said for the 500th time, wincing as satoru increased the pace again.
“Damn it, slow down a little would you?” He hissed, because despite the unfolding devastation, Satoru's adrenaline-fueled need for speed hindered his ability to see the danger that lay ahead.
“Slow down! WAIT—” Suguru's eyes widened as he saw that they were going to crash, his Adams apple bobs as his breath hitched in his throat.
“STOP SATORU—!”
And Before they had a chance to react, they found themselves hurtling into the dense foliage, the loud crash of their impact engulfing their surroundings. The bike skidded and twisted, throwing them off with a forceful jolt, causing their bodies to tumble through the underbrush like rag dolls, the bag of eggs swung wildly in the air before ultimately smacking Suguru square on the head, the impact shattering the fragile shells and releasing the yolks in a messy torrent.
Sticky, golden streams of yolk rained down upon Suguru's neat jet-black hair and his bewildered face, causing him to gag and grimace in disgust as the slimy egg white dripped onto his nose and managed to sneak through his tightly pressed lips, leaving an unwelcome taste in his mouth. With furrowed brows and a raised wrist, Suguru attempted to wipe away the offensive yolk and egg white, his frustration palpable in the swift motion.
“I f-fucking told you to slow down, didn't i?” With a tone filled with bitterness, Suguru directed his words towards Satoru, his voice dripping with venom as he expelled the remaining pieces of the egg from his mouth, clearly displaying his irritation.
“Remind me never to entrust you with a bike again,” he continued, his tone tinged with irritation directed both at Satoru and himself for allowing the reckless behavior to unfold. He should have known that Satoru's lack of driving knowledge would lead to disaster. And not only had their breakfast plans been ruined, but their current predicament in this peculiar forest had left Suguru feeling thoroughly disgruntled.
Grumbling under his breath, he brushed the dirt off his shirt, only to find that the hair tie he had used to secure his unruly mane had snapped, leaving his once-tamed locks to cascade freely on his shoulders.
Meanwhile, Satoru let out an abrupt yelp as he tumbled face-first into the dirt, eliciting a grimace as the taste of earth invaded his mouth.
“EWWWW!” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with revulsion, as he stood up and reflexively stuck out his tongue in an attempt to rid himself of the unwelcome earthy flavor.
“Must you always find a way to involve us in mishaps?” Suguru chided, his voice tight with exasperation as he gingerly plucked the eggshells from his hair and threw it on the ground. His once impeccable appearance was now marred by the yolk that was now slowly dribbling down his neck as he shot an accusing glare at Satoru, who was attempting to extricate a leaf from between his teeth with little success.
“Hey! It's not my fault!” Satoru protested as he gasped for breath,expelling the leaf from his mouth, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he desperately tried to replenish his oxygen supply. He could feel the strain on his lungs from the impact that had taken his breath away.
“Yes it is,” Suguru replied with a hint of frustration in his voice, his face contorted in a grimace as he stared closely at the gooey and sticky remains of the broken egg shell.
“Now we're a mess, and our breakfast has gone up in smoke,” Suguru grumbled, his tone heavy with dissatisfaction.
“And on top of that, we're currently in this weird forest.” Suguru harrumphed, his eyes darting around at the scene of destruction that surrounded them.
“Where on earth have you brought us, Satoru?”
His purple hued eyes narrowed as he carefully observed their surroundings, feeling a sense of unease as his throat constricts slightly, his jaw setting tight and his eyebrows drew together with concern, trying to make sense of their current situation.
“Uhhh...” Satoru blinked, unsure of how to respond. He gazed around, realizing that the surroundings were completely unfamiliar to him. The latter attempted to recall any information that could explain his current situation yet he found his mind oddly blank.
“I dunno, maybe a Forrest or a desert?”
Satoru said dumbly.
Suguru ignored satoru’s obtuse suggestion of them being in a desert, responding with a disapproving glare and even gesturing with his middle finger to show his frustration. Feeling frustrated, Suguru took a deep breath and centered his attention on examining the unusual environment they were in.
While navigating through the landscape, Suguru observed that it was far from being a typical forest. The terrain reminded him of the desolate and eerie settings often depicted in post-apocalyptic zombie apocalypse movies. Proceeding with caution, he remained vigilant as he surveyed his surroundings, making sure to avoid tripping over the discarded and broken bicycle.
Despite the annoyance of having an egg cracked over his head, with the yolk and egg white trickling down his face before, Suguru was more focused on knowing their current location.
“This isn't a normal forrest, not at all,” Suguru mumbled.
“No shit, Sherlock. Who said that this was a normal forest?”
“Shut up, Satoru.”
Satoru scoffed at that and scanned the area, acknowledging the strange isolation of the place and doubting the existence of another forest like this on the way to their school. Confident in his knowledge of the route to their dorm, he dismissed the possibility of mistakenly venturing into this peculiar location, because perhaps, this was the same Forrest that had the shortcut to their school.
Just as Satoru was lost in contemplation, Suguru's voice broke his reverie, prompting him to refocus on their current predicament.
“Satoru,”
“What?” the white haired man replied, brows furrowing in confusion.
“Look at this,”
Suguru's eyes were focused intently on a massive bush engulfed in flames as he gestured towards it. The size of the bush was quite substantial, with what appeared to be feathers decorating its foliage. Satoru, following Suguru's pointed finger, squinted slightly as he too directed his gaze towards the blazing bush before his eyes widened for a split second.
“What the hell is that?” Satoru whispered.
“Why is that bush orange and red?”
“I don't know either,”
Suguru cautiously approached the bush, his mind racing with thoughts of a possible cursed spirit lurking within its depths. His lips were tightly pressed in contemplation, his senses heightened as he tried to discern any signs of cursed energy emanating from the mysterious foliage. Despite his keen perception, Suguru could not detect any cursed presence, only a lingering sense of someone's invisible presence.
“Do you think that there’s a cursed spirit there?”
“No,” responded Satoru, his expression growing somber as he joined Suguru near the very huge burning bush. His brows furrowed slightly, betraying the gravity of the situation at hand.
“I don't sense any cursed energy nor do my six eyes reveal any hidden truths,” Satoru remarked, after all, with his extrasensory perception, he possessed the unique gift of discerning the intricacies of cursed energy flows and reading cursed techniques with unparalleled accuracy, and he couldn’t sense any cursed energy om that ‘bush’.
“Do you?” Satoru asked.
“No,” Suguru admitted, taking a cautious step closer to the imposing burning bush or whatever that stood before them. He was intrigued by the enigma that lay before them, unsure of what secrets it held within its vibrant exterior.
Before Suguru could walk closer to it, Satoru intervened, seizing his hand and forcibly pulling him away from the bush. His eyes narrowed in focus as he studied the object intently, a sense of unease creeping over him.
“That's not a bush,” Satoru declared the obvious that they failed to notice before.
“Nor is it a cursed spirit lurking in the shadows.” He gestured towards the bush, drawing Suguru's attention to its subtle movements.
Initially, Satoru assumed that the object in question was simply a regular bush that had been surrounded by lava or some other substance, even though logically that would not be possible. However, he had a strong conviction that the entity was actually alive, as he observed subtle movements in its form that resembled the act of breathing.
“Look closely, Suguru. It's breathing,”
“I don't know what the hell that thing is, but it's definitely dangerous.”
Releasing Suguru's hand, satoru folded his arms tightly across his chest, keeping a vigilant watch on the subtle gestures of the unfamiliar being.
Suguru stood frozen in place, his mind working overtime to decipher Satoru's words. It took a few moments for his comprehension to catch up with his thoughts and he realized that satoru was right, it's not a bush.
Because after all, why on earth would a bush burn and not turn into ashes? Suguru couldn't help but wonder if he's getting just as dumb as satoru.
As he peered closer, he noticed the steady rhythm of the creature's breathing. The enormity of the beast and the intense aura it emitted filled him with an unshakable sense of intrigue.
Suguru's gaze locked onto it and his breath hitched as he saw something—a stunning display of colorful feathers in shades of crimson, orange, and even cerulean was in it.
It was at that moment he identified the unmistakable shape of wings stretching out. The realization hit him like a bolt of lightning—this wasn't just a simple bush. It was a living creature, concealed within the fiery blaze.
Phoenix.
A fucking phoenix was present in front of them, resting, the same bird that is known for its ability to be reborn from its own ashes after burning itself on a funeral pyre, allowing it to live another life cycle with renewed youth, was Infront of them.
“It's a phoenix,” Suguru whispered, his voice barely audible as his breath caught in his throat. The furrow between his brows deepened, a mix of astonishment and understanding clouding his features. The legendary phoenix, a creature of myth and legend, was materializing right before their eyes. Despite being obscured by the flames.
Its avian form was evident in the way the fire danced along its plumage. The brightly colored feathers in shades of red, orange, and the dazzling cerulean radiated a vivid aura around the creature.
“I thought that they were already extinct and existed only in mythology...” Suguru mumbled to himself, his brows knitting together in confusion, As far as he knew, phoenixes were simply mythical creatures and did not actually exist. So, why in the world was there a phoenix here?
Realizing the potential danger of the situation, Suguru knew that he needed to inform the higher ups about the presence of the mythical bird.
“Satoru,” Suguru called out, turning to look at Satoru with a grave expression on his face.
“We should not disturb it and instead report this to—” Suguru's words trailed off as he was taken aback by the sight of Satoru picking up a large rock, preparing to hurl it at the slumbering phoenix.
“Satoru, NO!”
Suguru exclaimed as he made a move to intervene, but it was already too late. The rock was hurtling towards the phoenix, and Suguru winced as it made contact, shattering upon impact on the bird's figure.
His lips slightly parted as he swallowed thickly, the movement of his Adam's apple noticeable. A vein throbbed on his neck as his heart began to race, the pounding sound echoing in his chest.
“...are you attempting to get us incinerated and friend by an angry bird?” Suguru questioned with a poker face despite panicking internally while casting a wary gaze at Satoru, who blinked in response.
“Well—” Satoru began to explain, but his words were cut short by a sudden feminine voice, tinged with a hint of hoarseness as if the speaker had just woken up.
“Urgh...was that?”
inquired the voice, causing Satoru's already pale complexion to go even more ghostly, while Suguru froze in place, his mouth hanging open in shock like a fish out of water.
“...what did I just hear...” Suguru muttered, feeling his heart race in his chest as he realized that the voice belonged to the phoenix, probably.
“Su..su..suguru..” sputtered Satoru, struggling to find the right words as he pointed a trembling finger at the phoenix, which began to awaken.
Suguru turned towards Satoru, a look of bewilderment clouding his features, his breathing becoming labored as shock set in.
“Satoru,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Suguru! It spoke! It actually spoke! The phoenix fucking talked!” Satoru screamed like a girl in disbelief, his voice reaching a high pitch as he processed the astonishing event, for he was taken aback and bewildered by the unexpected event of a phoenix speaking.
The idea of needing therapy after such a surreal experience seemed like a possibility to him. He had encountered cursed spirits that can speak before, but a phoenix that lacked cursed energy and speaking was beyond anything he had ever imagined.
It made him question if this was how the first person to hear a parrot speak felt.
The series of bizarre events that had led to this moment added to Satoru's sense of disbelief and horror. First, their unexpected crash landing in the strange forest, then accidentally ingesting dirt and having a leaf stuck in his teeth, and now, a phoenix was speaking???
Terrifying.
Mortifying.
Petrifying.
Horrifying.
Suddenly, Satoru felt suguru’s hand firmly encircle his waist, before lifting him effortlessly into the air. Satoru was so flabbergasted by the unexpected turn of events that he couldn't even voice a protest, especially after witnessing the phoenix speaking before his eyes.
Suguru then hoisted Satoru onto his shoulders in a manner reminiscent of carrying a sack of potatoes, swiftly and decisively moving the mortified man away from the unfolding scene.
“We need to report this to the higher ups,” Suguru murmured urgently. Suguru was aware that he and Satoru had the ability to fight the phoenix easily in battle, because they are the strongest after all. but what he was concerned about was the potential consequences. He didn’t want to attract the attention of the higher-ups and face their stupid scoldings.
The discovery of a phoenix had just been made, and Suguru knew that the higher-ups would be fascinated by such a rare and powerful creature. Thus, this meant that they couldn't simply eliminate the phoenix without facing severe repercussions.
Raising one hand while holding Satoru with the other, Suguru conjured a portal-like opening, from which his cursed spirits started to emerge.
Satoru on the other hand, Despite his lack of knowledge and mastery of his cursed technique, raised two of his fingers to attempt to use it.
“Cursed Technique Reversal: Red.”
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𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐎
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𑁍ࠬܓ━━𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒:
𝟎𝟎𝟏.[Name] has already lost her immortality, thus meaning that after her descent to the jjk world, she's not an immortal anymore, meaning that she can die now.
𝟎𝟎𝟐.It also means that her achilles’ heel is gone too, so she was basically vulnerable. (Also, her high pain tolerance is now gone too cause she's not an immortal anymore teehee)
𝟎𝟎𝟑.[Name] still has some of her powers like her pyrokinesis and shapeshifting, but she definitely doesn't have her regeneration ability now. Also, she decided to shapeshift into a phoenix for a reason!
𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒:
𝟎𝟎𝟏.Satoru and Suguru are still second years in this, meaning that Yu and kento is still on first year!!
𝟎𝟎𝟐. Suguru and Satoru would’ve just assumed that the reader is a weird bush if she didn’t spoke or moved.
𝟎𝟎𝟑. At first, Suguru and Satoru thought it was a ghost since technically, the place where the reader fell in is a suicide Forrest.
𝟎𝟎𝟒. Satoru was fascinated and definitely has an idea on what to do to [Name].
🔪 || 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒
╰┈➤ 𝟎%
—𝐒atoru wants to kill you, like literally, because he wants to eat you. He thinks that he'll get stronger if he eats you, Though, he's still wondering on how to cook you.
╰┈➤ 𝟐% (𝐔𝐩 𝟐%)
—𝐒uguru is intrigued by you, and he was planning on consuming you, just like satoru (even though you're not a cursed spirit) because he thinks that you're pretty powerful and all. Though, he has a lingering suspicion, that you might be one of yaga's creations for two reasons, one phoenixes only exists in mythologies and they were also said to be extinct too in mythologies, and two, you can speak.
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Satoru still doesn't know how to use red, cause yk, he's still a teen in here and hasn't awakened yet, meaning that it might not work, so meaning that [Name] has a chance of being safe. But Suguru is still there, so it's still dangerous.
I used the manga version of suguru's eye color because why not? Purple eyes suits him.
#𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐇’𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere satoru gojo#yandere gojo#yandere geto#yandere suguru geto#yandere anime#yandere#yandere jjk x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen x you#yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere sukuna#yandere toji#yandere choso#yandere shoko#yandere yuki tsukumo#yandere nanami
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Yandere GF Yuki +Yandere JJK Harem
A/N: Please just read these first few sentences if this is too long for you. I intended for Yuki and reader to have some sort of dom x sub relationship. Like it runs in her blood to be at least slightly masc. I've been fantasizing about this idea for much longer than I realize. But being able to do this with a literal bad bitch at the top of the OP podium is a dream come true and a treasure. Like I don't think you guys understand, I seriously think Yuki is for the girlies. I see so much queer potential in her, it's not even a joke(hence, the photo). The Yandere Harem includes briefly mentioned Platonic Yanderes(Yuji and Nobara) and more in depth juggling of the mentions of the Romantic Yanderes(Yuki being the main, and the rest taking whatever crumbs they can take. So, Shoko, Gojo, and Nanami). I feel like this isn't going to be organized whatsoever because I usually just write whatever with no kind of order, soooo......idk.
Yuki was all you needed in a person, in your opinion. No one knew you better besides her. You knew her and she knew you. If you could, you'd stay in her arms until your muscles hurt from staying in the same position for so long, and maybe then, you'll be molded together for eternity. That's how much you love her. But of course, her infatuation with you is so much more than a slight obsession for the one you are closely connected to. Everyday when she sees you, she feels both of your spirits connecting. When you two approach each other from different sides of a room, both of your cursed energy seem to blend together like food scents combining to make one sweet aroma. Two separate things colliding so well together.
She can't even fathom the idea of you not being hers. She can't think of a moment where you'd ever leave her either. Her confidence in your devotion and love towards her continues to sooth her mind and body. And she wishes it was just the two of you on this planet, but of course, people try to break you two apart every day. She tries not to mind it, knowing how to handle these types of situations and knowing you know how to hold your own as well. But it seems like everyone loves to test her patience.
Speaking of patience, everyone can tell Gojo was quickly running out of patience that somehow still remained in his body. You two have been together for four years, why haven't you broken up yet?! Not a single one of his relationships lasted this long. Ever. But you two continue to stare at each other as if the other created the sky and water. It's supposed to be you and him doing that. Not you and her. It's not fair and he was getting mad again just staring at the two of you. He tried everything. He tried to give his best flirts with you, tried to get you alone, which worked a few times, but you stayed strong and continually told him no. Fuck, he even fought Yuki. But you found the two of them battling to the death and he'd seen you so angry, he had to step back. The way you stared at him is a face he never wanted directed at him ever again, so he stopped trying to intervene. Only sticking to the waiting game, and it was taking too long.
Nanami was better at waiting. He was better at staying in his place, staying quiet, acting innocent and holding up face. But even he wanted to step out of line to see what it takes to get you to pay attention to him. To get you into his arms. He used to bring the two of you coffee every morning when you showed up at work together, struck conversation with the both of you, spoke with Yuki more than he did with you to try and steer away possibilities that he was trying to get at you. He thought he was good at what he did. It shook him to his core, disturbed him, when he was pulled into a dark room by you-know-who and was asked of his real intentions. "What? Did you want a threesome? Trying to break us up?" She taunted him, telling him he was just like Gojo, trying everything in his power just to get at her girlfriend. Told him it was obvious when he stared from across the room, crossing his legs to hide his boner like a teenage boy. She laughed in his face and cornered him into a wall, threatening to tear out his jugular. "She likes you more than the other rats scattering around us." But he knew better than to assume that would ever be a green light to continue with his tricks. She told him to keep silent like he usually is, and he won't lose the only life he has. He gave up.
Yuki and Ieri formed an alliance. If she keeps an eye out to protect you from the horndogs that constantly surround you, she can talk with you as much as she desires(as much as Yuki allows her to). But in your eyes, Shoko is a weird case. Because you see her more than you do the rest of the men at Jujutsu Tech. And even though Yuki always tells you to watch out for Shoko, she only lets you freely hang around her more than everyone else. You assumed they spoke of something alone because Yuki almost always pulls her away to have a secret conversation about something you can't ever think up an answer for. Shoko was great to you though. Always gave you snacks, was hilarious and knew how to make you laugh. She never smoked around you, saying she doesn't want you to breathe in the flames. And not only that, she flirts with you constantly. But Yuki never seems to care much when it happens. Maybe they became friends not too long ago...? You can't put your finger on it.
It doesn't help that she likes to show you off. It really doesn't help. Often, everyone follows the both of you to get a chance to talk to you. But when she's right there as your guard dog, it brings their chances back down to a zero. And they would just push her away and bribe someone to just throw her in the ditch, but Yuki isn't just a regular shmegular person to fuck around with. She is, in fact, a special grade sorcerer who would fold a good 85% of the sorcerers in her area if she were pushed to do so. So, you are just a beauty to see from afar.
Complimenting your cute outfit before the two of you go somewhere in town, making you spin, squeezing your ass and making you laugh. Kissing your sweet lips and being able to breathe in your scent. They see it all and can't help but fucking fume at not being able to have you. They probably won't ever have you.
Yuki also wishes you'd stop talking to the brats that constantly berate you. Nobara and Yuji are constantly in your space like little puppies excited to see their owner after a long day. Nobara will whine excessively if you are about to be pulled away, or is pulled away. You love to give her hugs and even little gifts that you know she's wanted for a long time. Yuuji consumes every snack you give him in exactly one second, and you tell him every time to please chew it slowly(he never does). He has such convincing puppy eyes and requires you to stay with him for an extra three minutes, which for each minute, Yuki plans to threaten him to leave you alone(they almost fight every time). You treat those two as if they were your children and people can't help but feel extremely jealous every time. Of course you give the younger ones affection, of course they get your snacks, attention and loving. And of course they get the OK to do it because they're young. It makes everyone else sick to their stomach with anger.
Her biggest concern right now is you're telling her about your new friend you've made(that she can't find and stalk for some reason). You say he has long and healthy hair, is very sweet to you and you two talk about religion all of the time and that he has very interesting "political" views. She knows he's a sorcerer because she can smell it on you every time you come back from an outing alone. She knows that this asshole wants you and makes it known by bringing you back to her smelling completely different and she can see his lingering energy surrounding you. It pisses her off. She's definitely gonna have to do something about it.
Anyways. Yuki has it best, obviously. Her only goal is to get you out of sorcery and to just become hers full-time. Not like you need anything else to worry about besides her. I mean, she could just provide for you entirely. She tells you every day that you're lucky that she doesn't have a real dick, because things would definitely be different if so. It makes you squirm happily and she loves teasing you about it every time with her wolfish grin. She knows she'd get some soon if she says it with that playful and hungry tone you love.
#jjk#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#reader#yandere character#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yuki tsukumo#yandere yuki tsukumo#yandere geto suguru#yandere satoru gojo#yandere nanami kento#yandere yuuji itadori#yandere nobara#yandere various#various x reader#yandere shoko#yandere toji
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Please, Don’t Go | One Shot
Fem!Reader x Yandere Shoko Ieiri
About:
Shoko has lost almost everyone close to her, so when you turn up half dead in the medical bay, she decides that she wants to keep you forever. Once she fixes you up, of course.
Tags/themes:
Mild yandere, she’s very protective. Oral sex, everything is consensual. Basically porn/smut with a little plot. Slight warning for light violence, but it was to set up the scene. Fem!Reader x fem!character.
Word count: 3k
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“This is fucked up.” You said as you leaned against the rails, huffing out a puff of smoke—your eyes bitterly staring off into the distance.
“Right.” Shoko agreed, lighting up her own stick as she joined you. Her arm brushed against your shoulder, offering idle comfort as you both surrendered your gaze of the fiery red sky.
At least you were getting one last sunset out of tonight, before you’d have to assist on the mission. You didn’t want to go, you weren’t strong at all. But you were called in to fulfil your duty and you had zero rights to refuse.
“Think I got a chance at all?” You sighed, throwing the cigarette to the ground and rubbing it into the concrete with your shoe.
“I want to say you do,” she sighed, her demeanour stiffening just a little, she was tense and it showed, despite being neutral in the way she carried herself—her uncertainty was finally slipping through the cracks, “but who really knows.”
“Encouraging.” Your response was sarcastic and you smiled, but you swallowed down dread as you did so. Your eyes watered just a little as you felt dizzied from the prospect.
Fighting a special grade cursed spirit? You didn’t stand a chance at all. Your presence to the scene was likely just fodder; a distraction to keep it at bay for a split second as those who could hold their ground on the battlefield scrambled to form a plan to contain it.
You felt sickness rise within you next, some type of festering nausea that swelled within your core. Your head hurt as you struggled to retain focus.
You really didn’t want to go.
You wanted to live.
“If you’re able to, try to survive at least a little.” Shoko spoke up after a painful moment of silence.
“Hm?” You hummed, suddenly grounding yourself.
“I can put you back together, I think, if you manage to keep your critical areas in tact,” she said, her voice ripe with care, “I’d really hate to lose another friend again. It’s just so… lonely.”
“I mean, I’ll try?” You half scoffed, half laughed. You didn’t want to die for certain, you’d do your best to be one of the lucky few who would only meet at the verge of death and not at their final end.
“Good.” She said in a somewhat scolding tone. “You’d better.”
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By the time you got to the scene, everything was more or less in shambles.
You managed to make it through the waves of the dead, leading a trail as to where you had to go like a matted pile of flesh, blood and bone. You sighed as you knew that you were likely the next in line to be paved into that ill-fated road, your body shuddering as you approached a presence that you could even bear to witness.
It saw you from the very moment you entered the scene, a mile or two away. You could feel its invading eyes linger and seep into your soul as the stare pierced you, as if warning you to not take a step closer lest your life would end.
You dared approach it anyway, understanding your duty to fulfil as a sorcerer. Even if you were to topple and succumb immediately, then that had to be done—your life was only mere, slight in comparison to the others that you’d have to save in the surrounding area.
You thought back to Shoko’s request.
To your promise.
You’ll try to drag this one out, to buy the minds plotting for victory some time, but you’d also try to not meet your immediate end if you could help it. You didn’t want to leave her entirely and utterly alone, because whether or not she saw you as what you saw her back as, it felt all simply too cruel to condemn her to such a twisted fate.
The special grade taunted you from the moment you faced it, its eyes eluding contempt mocking you as it locked its sight onto your body. It was objectifying almost, his mouth—drooling, salivating at the sight; you felt hunted, like a deer walking into the belly of the beast rather than towards the forested horizon that promised safe escape.
Its voice deep and trembling, echoing within your body’s core as his words shook you, you could feel it vibrate against your throat as your skin prickled with goosebumps, enveloping your very being.
What happened next was quick—brief, sudden and swiftly done, you weren’t even properly conscious to bear witness to the horrors done unto you within the limited amount of time that you had. All you could understand was that you were standing at one point, then smeared against the asphalt the next.
Your body burned and it ached, bones stuck in unnatural places, bending as though to just barely snap, kept in by pure miracle alone. Your eyes felt dry, as if sand filled your waterline, to even blink, feeling as though you’d crumble.
It was a waiting game to bleed out, to wait for death to come and claim you. Your eyes darkened, your body numbed.
Your attempt didn’t even make a dent, but it wasn’t in vain.
You did your part, now it was up to everyone else.
***
You awoke some time later in a bed, so warm and plush and comforting—was this a hallucination? Perhaps your mind was allowing you to live out your final moments in a dream, how nice of it to do so, if it was truly that.
You felt everything you could, the smell of clean laundry and the sensation of cool air wisp against your raw skin, enveloping it with comfort. You laid against soft linen, hearing the gentle hum of someone familiar in the background, the smell of tea drifting to your senses as the comfort continued to build.
You pinched yourself to ensure this was real and much to your surprise, it indeed seemed to be. Every feeling was correct and your body was put back together, but how—and why were you back so soon? Were you really back so soon?
Your eyes drifted around the room again, scrolling from side to side as you tried to figure out where you were. You weren’t a corpse rotting outside against the pavement, but you weren’t quite back at the campus either.
This felt personal. From the scent of incense burning by the window, velvet smoke drifting into your nostrils as the wind carried the scent inside. Your body was intact, fingers clenching and brushing at the warm bedding that your body laid upon.
Through the door entered a familiar face; her eyes so worn and tired, dusty hues of exhaustion settling on her face. Shoko’s complexion wrinkled a little, the extensive work she put through to keep you in one piece likely taking a huge hit out of her very being.
“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t wake up after a while.” She sighed, her hip dipping against the frame of the door. Her fingers latched onto the handle.
Just how long has she spent doing this?
“How long was I out for?” You croaked, your own voice surprising you. You sounded so stiff, so tense. Your words barely made it out of your throat.
“A week, almost.” She said, walking inside of the room and scanning your body on the bed. The way that she did so seemed expertly crafted, as if studying her own handiwork with fixing you back together.
Her eyes seemed dark though, there was something beyond that caring gaze, something not exactly sinister but not quite good either. It was all surely subtle though as she soon corrected her stance, relaxing her posture as she sat along the edge of the bed.
Her hand trailed over to you as you initially thought it was out of affection, only for her to tighten something that looped around your arms instead. Your eyes snapped to the confines she placed around you, realising that your ankles were bound too.
How did you not notice this?
You supposed that you were out of it when waking up. Your mind still wasn’t in a correct place.
“Hey…” You softly said, your mind finally catching up now that you didn’t feel so groggy.
“Don’t struggle,” she hushed you, her fingertips now dancing against your lips as though to silence you, “please, don’t struggle for me.”
“This your idea of being funny, then?” You asked, trying to keep things light in case that this was all some strange joke.
“It’s my idea of keeping you safe, be grateful.” She sighed, her body leaning in over yours as though to find comfort in your frame, you groaned just a little as you didn’t quite feel entirely healthy just yet.
“You’re serious?” You frowned in response instead, feeling her painful comfort as she refused to budge. You tugged along at the confines, finding that they were oddly strict and your body felt a little too weak to protest properly.
“Everyone just keeps dying. Do you know just how close you were to following them?” She simply asked, sitting back up once again. She wasn’t joking as much as usual, her words carrying extra weight as she stared you down with those tired eyes.
“But you’ve fixed me, so I won’t go anywhere-“
“Correct, you’re not going anywhere, but I’ve also done something stupid. Something I maybe shouldn’t have.” She said as her expression tightened, a look of pure regret.
“And what’s that?”
“You’re categorised as killed in action, I put the paperwork through to confirm it. You won’t be returning.”
“You did what?” Your tone shifted to something confused, you didn��t understand where this was going any longer.
Your mind reversed just a few seconds back—you focused on something small she just told you, it stuck out so painfully sore in the slew of words she otherwise fed you:
(You’re not going anywhere.)
You were supposedly marked off to be dead.
Her face and the way she looked so stiff told you that she was being serious, but even then, you refused to register it as such, maybe this was all elaborate. It wouldn’t be unlike her to be so deadpan and scarily authentic just for her to tell you that it was a joke all along—you begged for her to tell you it was one after all.
But the punchline never came.
“I don’t want you to go out there again and get killed.” She defended, immediately jumping on the backpedal.
“So you told them I died so that I wouldn’t go back?” Your voice raised a little.
“You were dead on the table when they sent an assistant, or close to it. Then I just… patched you up on my own terms once they were gone. Everyone’s too busy for a proper funeral anyway.”
“Shoko…” You sighed, your head falling back flat against the pillow. Your eyes glued to the ceiling above you as you processed her insanity.
“You’re not leaving me,” her tone darkened, her voice carrying something spiteful almost—you’ve never heard her speak this way, “you won’t be like them, you won’t die and leave me here all alone—but look, I’ll keep you safe.”
“And what about when I inevitably walk out of here alive?” You sighed.
“You won’t.” She hushed you. “You’ll be alive, I mean, obviously… but, you won’t be leaving.”
“So, your plan is to keep me inside forever then or what?”
“If I have to.” She seemed to conclude that this was it anyway, based on how she promptly sat up and got up to walk back out of the door.
“Shoko.” You persisted, feeling still weak from the battle, your body aching for recovery. Thankful that she brought you back, but otherwise wary of what she kept promising you.
“I’m bringing you something to help you recover, but only once, so be good for me and actually eat up.” She said, demanded almost. Her command was laced with utter care, her will begging for you to comply and live for her sake, if barely your own.
She came back after that moment, her hands cradling a tray as she slid it over to you in silence as you struggled to sit up to take it on. On it was a cup of steaming tea and some okayu to help you recover.
You weren’t all that fond of rice porridge, but you did suppose that you were her patient and you needed to eat something simple, something healing.
You ate it as you were told, your body yearning to recover as you did so. The warmth of everything settling in your stomach, keeping you warm and comforted and satiated to boot.
Her weary eyes watched you as you ate, as though relaxing at the sight of you replenishing your health. She held against your side of the bed, her eyes slowly closing as you finished up your meal—suddenly fluttering open when her ears met with silence, the sign of you completing your meal.
“Thank you.” You said, unsure what to say.
She didn’t respond, yawning as she carried the dishes out. You could hear her back meet the surface of the door, the dishes clanging against the tray as she settled against the floor, as though grounding herself right outside the room.
This wasn’t like her… to struggle at the sight of you. There wasn’t a single unserious thing about her going on for once and it was brutally striking to see.
Maybe you did need a break though.
Maybe you could give in for just a little bit.
Perhaps she would even heal too.
(But she wouldn’t. She refused to.)
***
It took about another month of soft exchanges between you and her gently protesting for your freedom. She’d let you use her shower—bathroom. She’d let you breathe fresh air on her balcony, to hold your hand when you’d stumble just a little, whatever damage that special grade did seemed to be permanent.
Something not even her reverse cursed technique could fix.
“You’re almost better,” she would say, monitoring your progress through it all, logging every single thing she possibly could to hurry up your recover, “but you’re still staying with me.”
“You’re never letting me go?” You would then ask, warming up to it just a little. You almost wanted her to promise you it, your mind surrendering to her will.
Her responses would be similarly rooted along the same vein, it would be either a never or some other long and distant time before she could let you out of her sight, always returning you to your confines when she had to go somewhere.
The aftermath of the fight left you permanently weakened, or at least that’s a state you assumed you took on after it—your mind lingered at the possibility that this was done on purpose, but that idea bordered on insanity so you let it go.
(Unless?)
You’d sleep with tight restrictions, the concept of freedom beyond the packed little flat a slowly fading pipe dream. She would often be back with takeaway or some booze, ready to share something familiar and comforting with you as you would slowly get better and better.
You’d watch movies with her on the sofa, be with her as she filled out even more paperwork for both of your slowly dying out allies, you’d sit there in painful silence as if to reminisce about the company that was no longer existent.
But as you got better, all your good health did was sicken her—you quickly understood it as obsession, a burning innate desire to keep your life ongoing and close.
Today was a day that Shoko finally allowed you a gentle freedom, the confines finally releasing from your slumber as she now felt confident with your loyalty.
“You’re staying for me, aren’t you?” She purred, her hands tracing lines against your wrist, leaving behind affectionate shivers.
“I suppose.” You finally warmed up.
“If you leave me like that again though, I’d just get you back in that little state.”
The threat was muffled as she had promised you such a thing in a hushed whisper. Just loud enough for it to register with you, but quiet enough for it to slip by you had you not been paying attention.
Your hunch was slowly being proven correct, even if she didn’t admit it directly to you. Your weakened state was likely a fabrication, an attempt of deception and dependency.
But you somehow didn’t mind.
The idea grew on you and you were tired of just barely surviving each and every single time. Whether it was cowardice to think in such a way or not, you didn’t quite care anymore.
“I won’t leave.” You promised her and slowly, her calmer and more carefree side seemed to show once more.
“Yeah?” Her tired voice asked.
“Of course not.”
“You’d better not.”
The silence that brewed beyond that point was almost loud, somehow. Your breathing meshed with her own as her tired eyes found comfort in your own—your state relaxed her, a piece of company that wouldn’t succumb to the unforgiving lifestyle you’d both found yourselves entangled in.
“So, let me take care of you,” Shoko said after a while, her voice suddenly relaxed once again, just like how she used to be before work got the better of her, “let me make you mine.”
You didn’t reject her this time, unlike the first time that you did so many years ago. You felt some sort of dependency linger, wanting for her to care for you and to give into her emotional demand.
After seeing near death so clearly, you wanted for her to promise you life again and again.
As such, you found your body feeling heavy as it relaxed, your heart rate fluttering as she crept closer, her soft hands pressing their palms and sweeping over your face, cupping your cheeks as her lips slowly moved towards your own.
She then connected the kiss, leaving an aftertaste of bitter coffee as she continued to press herself down, your tongue reacting to her own as it entered your mouth, pushing it from side to side as you exchanged a kiss.
Slowly, her hands brushed down your body, to your shoulders, neck and chest; her feel was intricate as the touch leftover lingered on areas you had a positive reaction on—nothing was forced, you wanted this, you wanted her back. Especially right now.
For her to comfort you, to soothe you.
Her lips trailed down as her hands explored your body, planting a path of kisses down your neck and past the middle point of your chest. Slowly, her hands slid down to your hips, her mouth following in pursuit as she made it past your stomach, down to your hip line and then just beyond.
“You’ll let me take care of you forever.” She said, not even asked. It was a demand.
You nodded as your breath shuddered, her eyes locking with your own as she received unspoken confirmation that it was okay for her to continue.
In her pursuit, she drew the fabric of your shorts off and slid your underwear off until you were completely bare. Her eyes scrolled around your sex, taking in the sight of you delicately and then drifted back towards your face, just as if to give you a heads up in advance—that this was going to happen, that she would make you feel good if she could help it.
Silence followed as yet another inaudible agreement was forged; her fingers parted your folds as her face pressed inwards, the feeling of her tongue immediately seeking out and meeting with your clit. The muscle flicked and circled the nub as you felt your thighs tighten, repeating only motions that drove out reactions. Slowly but surely, she got both a taste of you—and what you liked.
Your back arched in the bed as the pleasuring sensation began to build, feeling a rising wave of bliss that tingled within your stomach and finalised at a breaking point—your breathing shallow, your voice emitting higher pitched gasps caught on and off in the back of your throat.
Your hips rolled against her tongue with rising pressure, her hands holding against the sides of your thighs as she continued to feverishly suck on your clit—alternating between that and teasing the now swollen bud, sending you over the edge if she could help it.
The bedsheets tore as your nails clawed against them, ripping fabric in the heat of the moment—your body slowly beginning to tremble beyond a controllable limit.
You continued to rock on her tongue, grinding on pure instinct alone as the rising sensation now begged for violent release; you couldn’t hold yourself in any longer as your hands sought comfort as she offered you her own, interlocking your fingers into place as you squeezed—almost, almost—!
Shoko was nearly out of breath too as she brought you over your limit, your insides coiling as your peak neared its end, it was sudden and intense as the pressure reached its threshold and finally, your body succumbed to a final release.
Your breathing stifled, sharp breaths cutting through your lungs as the waves finally rolled through. Your inner legs tingled as your body finally gave permission for an end to manifest, toes curling and your grip relaxing, your mind blanking into bliss.
It was over—yet you felt it all linger after, your breath slowly coming back to you as you let the pleasure ride out a final time.
Her fingers trailed towards your warmth to play with you after, although gently as sheer delight formed in her eyes as she felt just how wet you were and just for her. She swirled two fingers inside as she finally pulled back and laid her head just outside your thighs.
It didn’t take her long to climb on top of you after, using your body as a source of comfort, making her bed right on your frame.
“You’re mine forever,” she whispered as she tightened her hold around you, her tired voice letting out one final yawn, concluding her intentions, “I’m never letting you go.”
It was then that you didn’t mind all of a sudden.
You wanted to stay, after all.
With her. For her.
#yandere x reader#yandere jjk#fanfic#yandere shoko#yandere ieiri shoko#shoko ieiri x reader#shoko ieiri x you#shoko ieiri#jjk fanfic#yandere x female reader#female yandere#jjk yandere#jjk x you#jjk x y/n#jjk x reader#female x female#smut#jjk smut#smut with plot#smut with feelings
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Hi hello! I'm new to tumblr but Is it okay if we see an interaction between baby fushiguro and the other characters? Like noritoshi kamo, panda, Shoko, utahime? It's okay if you don't want to but Thank you!!!
Baby Fushiguro lives inside Noritoshi's kimono, her head poking out from his chest when Megumi cant find her. Noritoshi pretends to hate her, tells her to stop annoying him and leave him alone. But in reality, when Megumi tries to take you from him, Noritoshi pulls away and takes a fighting stance, strapping you secure to his chest and tells him to duel him for you.
Panda? You already know she rides on his shoulders everywhere! Baby Fushiguro has also painted herself as a panda (and failed miserably) but it still melted Panda's heart! Made Choso jealous because he wants you dress up like him and not Panda for halloween.
Girl, Shoko is weird and has no energy. Baby Fushiguro is weirder and has too much energy. Its a perfect combo. Shoko lets you accompany her to the morgue and the infirmary, teaches you all the ways of medical torture, but you're too confused to learn. She also is the one who does all your vaccination shots because she's the only doctor you trust. She promised not to tell Nanami that you tried to eat a needle, as long as you promise not to tell him that she smokes in front of you.
Utahime and Gojo often fight over who would be a better guardian and teacher for you. Utahime says that you need a woman in your life to look upto, and smokey lung Shoko isnt exactly a role model. Gojo's reply is "Finder's keeper's!" so yeah, Utahime doesn't consider that a real argument and has kidnapped you several times from Gojo, only for Gojo to come by a few hours later and take you back.
#yandere noritoshi kamo#yandere panda#yandere shoko#yandere utahime#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere gojo#yandere gojo saturo
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Gojo: Y/n what's your body count!
Y/n: Dang it's like 30 now.
Gojo: *sad*
Shoko: Oh my gwad you are a hoe!!
Y/n: How does that make me a hoe- wait are we talking about people we slept with?
Gojo: y-yea
Y/n: oh well I haven't done that yet!
Shoko: then what's 30 about?
Y/n: .....eheheh
Shoko: y/n what's 30 for!?!
Gojo: * scared and horny*
#yandere jjk#jjk gojo#gojou satoru x reader#yandere gojo#gojo satoru x reader#gojo x you#gojo x reader#jjk shoko#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen incorrect quotes#jjk incorrect quotes#jjk manga#gojo saturo#gojo satoru x y/n#gojo satoru
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20-something. Pisces. Lover girl. Pager in one hand, scalpel in the other. Silly little stories somewhere in between. JJK-centric but an absolute sucker for a moody brunette (in 2D and 3D). Mostly NSFW / Mature content. 18+.
Cute lil messages encouraged, Asks/DMs always open 🤍
anon icon list: 🪢🫧🦊🐯 | anon pet names: angel, sugar
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OBSESSED: The world’s hottest 2D cast is smitten with you & this is how they behave (spoiler: it’s unhinged) Pick your poison:
Nanami: Part I, Part II ୨୧ Geto: Part I, Part II ୨୧ Gojo
Shoko & The Boys: Part I, Part II, Finale ୨୧ Choso
Yuta: Part I, Part II ୨୧ Itadori ୨୧ Fushiguro
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Heaven & Hell (AO3): Think murder boyfriends, sweet girlfriend. Poly SatoSugu x Reader. Ongoing
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A Girl With No Name: Think manic pixie dream, Frat/Euphoria AU. Poly SatoSugu x Reader. Complete
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Turning Tables: Think how the boys act when you give them a gift. Complete.
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For I Have Sinned: Think Priest Geto needing deliverance from temptation..or does he? Ongoing.
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More fire for the Satosugu cheating AU: Having phone sex with Geto and unbeknownst to you, Gojo is also there.
(this is a little nsfw, beware)
ughhhh I just really like the idea that they can't have intimacy without the presence of their third yknow.
It starts with phone sex, you on the other end being all pitchy and whiny while Suguru has to muffle Satoru's moans with his hand cuz it's all over if you find out both he and his best friend are jerking off to you.
You being there is kinda' like a barrier for them, not in a 'technically this isn't gay cuz we're both wearing socks', they just can't be vulnerable without you. Even when they're fucking each other, you're still in their minds.
After Suguru gets a little bolder about his fantasies, he might start secretly recording you two having sex so he can play it for Satoru later. Satoru definitely gets off on how Suguru describes the way your eyes roll back and the way you hold your breath right before you-
I think it goes so far as Satoru putting your clothes on Suguru, just to get the feeling of how it'd be like to rip off that red dress you're always teasing him with. He always justifies it by 'hey you're constantly with your gf and I can't even touch yet, so give me a prequel or something'. Suguru isn't too happy about wearing your clothes but he justifies it to himself that sometimes you let your friends borrow your dresses so what's the harm?
#shoko get rid of these bastards rn#i hate them i hate them i hate them#yandere jjk#dark jjk#dark satosugu#yandere satosugu#satosugu cheating au
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Because I'm the Weakest II: The Women Who Never Won
Pairings/character dynamics: Satosugu, Shoko and reader, Nanami and reader, implied shoko x utahime
Contains and warnings:
DARK FIC/DEAD DOVE fem!reader, Suicidal ideation, rape aftermath, referenced rape (not written out in this chap), depression, alcohol abuse, misogyny & sexism, internalized sexism, sexual harassment on minors done by minors, victim blaming (thoughts), self harm, angst, hurt & comfort, I call noncon with the official word for it
Word count: ~9,6k
Summary: There's certain desperation when you try to keep your head above water. You were drowning and all you wanted to do was to forget, the weight on your shoulders unbearable. Despite the cards you were dealt with you found yourself among allies as the web of untold memories started to unfold.
A/N: Hey! Yall waited long for this, sorry about that. I have no idea how to tag this but I'll just do it somehow, bc this is a tricky chapter. Here yall get to dive deeper in the stuff that has gone down before the events that took place in 1st chap and get a hug from Shoko. This is hopefully the last installment of this. Read the tags carefully as always and make informed decisions based on that and take care of yourself. Shit can get heavy, but I'm trying to do this in good taste.
Read on ao3 part I
Shoko Ieiri had worked a long time with people who suffered. She had seen it all, limbs cut off, even the toughest of sorcerers reduced to crying messes as they practically had their innards falling to the floor. There’s something utterly horrifying watching a patient, no – a friend scream in pain when even her skills were not enough. Funerals came and went, the white sheet thrown over the deceased on the operation table in the same routine way she’d change her linens. Nothing really shocked her.
That’s what she liked to think.
Your visits have been more frequent. It started with bruises and sprained ankles. Then it was broken bones that soon turned to puncture wounds, your clothes sticky with deep red and dirt. When she asked about it, you laughed it off saying it’s nothing, just a silly little mishap, “I was too reckless in the heat of the moment.” But your eyes were empty, your words hollow like a dead tree. Of course Shoko did her job, without asking too much. You’re an adult and you’ll speak about it if you want to, right? Her job was to keep you alive. Your job was to exorcise curses.
Shoko and you had been close too, hanging out with the two men, but at some point in high school she had withdrawn from the group. Gojo and Geto had tried to keep in touch with her in adulthood, inviting her as well to spend time together as the four of them, but she had always declined, smoothly changing their relationship to acquaintances at best. She heard enough of the despicable men from you. The only times she was in direct contact with Gojo and Geto was work related and god how she hoped that it would stay that way. She’ll play that pretend game almost happily.
Shoko closed the office door the day turning to evening, sundown coloring the city in hues of orange and yellow. She held onto her little black purse, thankfully it was friday. A man stood on the long corridor, standing upright as if he did not belong here. He looked indifferent, almost bored.
“Nanami.”
“Ieiri.”
They greeted each other with a curt nod.
“So what brings you here? You seem healthy enough,” Shoko asked as they walked to the open parking lot, only a few cars in sight. The warm summer sun caressed her cheeks, wind making her long hair flow in waves.
“I think she’s going through something,” Nanami stated as a matter of fact talking about you. He and you had gone on missions together, but something about you wasn’t right. He had seen the way you clutch your weapon, throw yourself at the enemy recklessly almost as if you had a death wish. It’s like you waited for your end.
“No shit.” Shoko chuckled amused. It was as clear as a day if you just had eyes on yourself. “Why do you care?”
“I’ve seen enough people spiral to know where it leads. You’re a healer, can’t you help?” His voice was thoughtful, not betraying a hint of emotions.
“I can’t help a person who doesn’t want it,” Shoko said. “But I’ll try to figure something out.”
“And that is enough. Thank you.”
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You hated meetings and rarely took part in them if you could avoid them. You had not met Gojo or Geto after the unfortunate night. If there were some work related things where there was a possibility to meet either of the men, you requested to be part of them remotely or that someone would just forward the key points. But after doing this for a few months Yaga had sent you a passive-aggressive email writing that it is absolutely mandatory for you to show yourself at least once in a while. You didn’t bother to answer him with anything other than a polite see you there.
Honestly you were tired. Your whole body ached in overexertion. Sleep escaped from you, ran a marathon around the block never stopping at your house, and every time you seemed to catch a break, hazy images you rather forbid being real filled your vision. Your eyebags told a story of exhaustion, your body shrinking in every possible way away. You went to see a doctor, not Shoko, just some normal practitioner from the private sector that you ended up paying yourself sick for.
The doctor gave you pills to help you with sleep. He asked you if you were stressed or going through some sorts of crisis. You answered with a diligent no and explained that you’ve always had issues with sleep, but you were otherwise okay. He looked at you, raising his eyebrow in suspicion, the glasses on his head hung on his nose by a thread. He decided to believe you as he wrote the prescription, but insisted you took home pamphlets about depression and crisis hotlines.
You tried the pills. You did fall asleep, but only after a panic attack wrecked through your body as the effect of the medication forced you into a deep slumber. The pills made you feel your pulse in your whole body. “It’s a quite strong product, previously used to treat psychosis, but nowadays it’s for patients with severe insomnia. Take it one hour before sleep. The effect might be really sudden.”
When you woke up you decided to throw them away. It’s better to not to sleep if it meant that you’d go free from the horrors of the night you had experienced.
The huge meeting table sprawled out horizontally and was able to sit around fifteen people in it. It had several small electric outlets for computers and tablets. Light poured in from the big windows, the blinds only halfway done. You stared at the weird scribbling on the white board that Principal Yaga was wiping furiously, muttering things about how students shouldn’t be let in this room under any circumstance since they can’t differentiate which markers are okay to use on it.
You exchanged pleasantries with him. The room was devoid of people since you were too early. You swung your leather bag on the back of the upholstered office chair and sat yourself down.
Shoko walked in and her face lit up a little bit when she saw you sitting there. It was subtle, you thought that you were maybe the only one who could differentiate that expression from her. She sat next to you, a faint hint of neroli wrapping you to its calming aroma.
Next came Meimei and then Utahime who came running to you two giving a happy hug to Shoko. They were so cute together, you thought to yourself as you fidgeted with your slightly too big shoes, constantly removing them and pushing them back to your feet.
People don’t usually like small talk, but nonetheless the group chatted with each other. They had to, because it’s polite and you were coworkers. You thought that small talk was easy. The script of it was burnt to your brains for the rest of your life. You get to keep people at an arm's length and keep up appearances, so what’s there not to like?
A familiar blonde man stood in the doorway. You checked your phone for the time. Only five minutes before the official start. Yuki also appeared after Nanami.
“Hello,” he said and nodded at you as he sat himself next to you. Your whole body stiffened around him. It was hard to look him in the eyes and even harder to work missions with.
It was ten minutes past the official time when the meeting was supposed to start.
“Sorry we are late.” Two men marched in the room with confident strides and took their place in front of you facing you, that was sitting in between Nanami and Shoko, Utahime next to the doctor. Suguru sat down next to Yuki leaving a space for Satoru who had Meimei next to him.
Hearing Suguru’s voice made your skin crawl.
“It’s fine,” Yaga said and looked over his shoulder to look at the white screen he had pulled down earlier with only a blue screen reflecting on the fabric. “I can’t seem to get this work anyway,” he mumbled.
“Do you need help?” Suguru walked over to the man struggling over his laptop. “Have you checked the HDMI-cable?”
“Of course I have, I just don’t understand why it won't work. We have Ijichi remote today,” he muttered partially to himself.
“Let me.”
You sat fidgeting on your chair focusing on everything else than the two men and their presence that suffocated you. If you were a candle they’d be snuffing you out but not properly, no, that would be too kind. They’d always let enough air in so that you’d never be completely put out.
“Hello to you girls.. and Nanami,” Satoru flashed a playful grin at the four of you. Your head jerked involuntarily to look at the man. Thank god he has a habit of covering his eyes, but somehow that made him even worse.
“Hello. How are you?” Nanami nodded politely.
“I’m well. Hopefully the work isn’t stressing you out too much.” Satoru’s smile widened.
“Speaking of work, I’ve heard that you and her have started doing missions together,” Satoru nudged his head towards you as he spoke directly to Nanami. “I actually green lighted the idea of sorcerers working more together. It’s good to practice teamwork and I put in good words for the two of you, since you compliment each other with the techniques you have. ” Satoru moved his head to look your way as he drew out his words in a way that you’d be sure to catch the dual meaning.
The wall flashed a few times showing the computer screen and it’s default wallpaper for only a moment and after that went back to blue.
“An idea that I actually can get behind,” Nanami said agreeably.
Your eye twitched.
“Really? That was your doing?” You barely hid the anger of your voice. One more push and you’d pour your life savings on an amoral hitman, not that you’d believe that anyone could finish him off. It was a thought just for you so you could at least think about being mean in your own petty way.
“Not a fan of working in groups of two? How about in groups of three?”
“You fucking piece of-”
“Okay I think it’s working now,” Yaga put his hands together straightening himself properly. Suguru walked over to Satoru, slightly shaking his head before he sat down. You heard Utahime’s quiet “okayy..” whispered in the awkward silence.
“Unfortunately principal Gakuganji wasn’t able to make it today, he’s sick or something.”
You heard Gojo scoff audibly.
“Try to respect him.” Yaga shot a glare in the young teacher’s way.
“Ijichi and Nitta have gathered data about the hotspots of cursed activity,” he continued and opened up the window to teams only to be greeted by a tired looking black haired man in a suit. The background behind him was red, it looked like some type of wallpaper and small paintings covered the walls. You reckoned it was a hotel room. Or a motel, you really could not tell.
“Ijichi, do you hear me? Would you like to take over?” Yaga’s voice boomed louder as if he wasn’t already near his computer.
The grainy picture of the tired man smiling uncomfortably stayed still a little too long to be taken as a real time reaction to Yaga’s question.
“I hear you. Sorry, the connection here is a bit bad.” Ijichi’s voice echoed in the office room. The picture of a slideshow appeared on the wall, making Ijichi’s face smaller.
The map of Tokyo loomed on the wall as everyone stared at it intensely, more or less dozing off. Some parts of it had big red circles on them and Ijichi explained the way these places were having exceptionally heavy activity. He reckoned that partially the rise in activity tied to the sorcerers working more missions together leaving less people available. Ijichi also showed statistics comparing the effectiveness of sorcerers based in Tokyo and Kyoto.
You were about to lose your mind, your body still pumping adrenaline after the conversation with Gojo. Everyone else seemed to be bored, oblivious to your struggle. Satoru had yawned at least three times in the last ten minutes, Shoko and Utahime were both interested in their nails. Even Suguru looked tired and he was pretty good at hiding his thoughts. The only ones who did not look outwardly dead inside were Yaga and Nanami.
“Thank you Ijichi for your hard work,” Yaga said and Ijichi nodded smiling. The pop up of the slideshow vanished from the screen leaving Ijichi’s face in a huge resolution looming onto the wall.
“We are going to take in account the effects of pairing up sorcerers. I’m not entirely in charge of how long this trial will take,” Yaga said. “Ieiri has this trial affected the health care aspect in any way?”
Shoko cleared her throat tapping open the ipad in front of her, her nails making a satisfying click click sound.
“The injuries have lessened,” she started. That’s good, you thought. “But the severity has increased,” she said with a serious face.
“Why is that?” Principal scrunched his eyebrows together.
“In my professional opinion it is due to people being more brazen when having a partner. This can be seen especially in lower grade sorcerers, who are prone to believing that they are invincible when someone backs them up.” Everyone had turned to look at the doctor who played with her hair idly as she spoke.
“And the second grade and up?”
“It happens less. But there are some, even first grade sorcerers, who are accident prone,” Shoko said and quickly looked at you, not long enough for others to pick up on that she was speaking about you.
Gojo’s phone rang in the middle of the conference. He left the room with an apology and never came back. Relief and anger ignited in you playing tug of war in your heart as your eyes followed him bitterly.
“I think this is all. I’ll send everyone the upcoming jobs, but if no one has anything to say, I think we can conclude this meeting here,” Yaga said, the choir of thank yous and goodbyes filling the room.
You stretched yourself, happy to be on your feet again.
“Hey, can we talk?” Nanami tried to get your attention.
You stood in the room that was quickly emptying out of people. Shoko awkwardly hung around in a small distance from you and Nanami, trying to pretend that she wasn’t listening to your conversation.
“I don’t entirely understand the conversation between you and Gojo, but if I have somehow disrespected you I offer my deepest apologies.” Nanami’s voice was soft. Your heart ached as you realized how bad your words must have appeared to him.
“I’m so sorry. It’s not about you. You’ve done nothing..” You trailed off as you saw the tall curse eating man walk outside with a sly smile on his lips.
“That’s a relief but if I may be so blunt, I have a hunch that there is something bothering you,” Nanami said.
You looked at him and chewed your lower lip nervously. This was all their fault. If they had not done what they did, you would not be in this position. The least they could have done is to keep the names of people you know out of their mouths.
“I’m sorry to leave you hanging like this, but can we finish this conversation later?” You hurried past him, only hearing Nanami mumble the word ‘sure’ like a kicked puppy and you said goodbye to Shoko agreeing on staying in touch with her.
The corridor was almost empty as you walked through the school building frantically searching for that bastard of a man. Your footsteps echoed on the wood as you arrived at a not so well known exit of the building. Geto stood in front of the dual doors, half heartedly pushing it open as he furiously wrote something on his phone.
You yelled out his name, but he did not bother to react to you. You closed in on the man that was still standing back towards you. Anger surged in you as adrenaline made you braver than what you normally would be. You were supposed to just grab the ends of his hair that were sprawled across his back, but in the heat of the moment your impulse control had another lapse as you kept on raising your hand. A fist closed around the bun that had been carefully crafted on his scalp and you dug your fingers around the hair tie and then yanked, hard.
“What the hell are you doing?!” He turned around stepping out of the doorway letting it close properly with a thump and he closed the distance between you for good. His eyes shot daggers at you.
“You did not pay attention to me.” You shook your hand out of the spare strands that were stuck on your palm and offered the small hair tie back to him.
“Well you got it now,” he hissed. “You can keep that as a souvenir. I don’t want anything that a filthy bitch like you has touched,” he said, the calm composure nowhere in sight.
A filthy bitch? Really? Then maybe you should break up with Satoru if this is your deal breaker.. That’s what you wanted to say, but you held back your tongue.
Geto took a deep breath, calming himself down, slipping on the mask that you were more used to seeing. He put his phone back in his pocket.
“What do you want?”
“You told me,” you started, tears threatening to flow over. “You told me that I can just leave and do whatever I want. Why do you keep tormenting me? Why do you let Gojo do what he does?” Your voice broke as you started crying openly. You hated it, it made you weak. No. You were weak.
“Firstly, I’m not his guardian. He can do what he wants.” He sounded like a smartass.
“Second of all, never. And I repeat. Never, lay a hand on me ever again, especially on my hair.” You rolled your eyes.
Of course it was the hair that ticked him off completely. It was his crown, the only thing he had ever been able to take care of besides Satoru. Suguru loved to flaunt himself as the calm one, the kind one, but the exterior had always had some cracks in it. No amount of paint was able to hide the rotten wall behind it.
“I can forgive your outburst at Satoru’s, but now that you’re in your right mind, you won’t get second chances.”
“I don’t want ‘second chances’. I want you to leave me the fuck alone so I can do my job,” you yelled at him.
“Lower your voice. Or do you want to air out all the dirty laundry for everyone?” Geto hushed you.
“It’s not my ‘laundry’, it’s fucking yours!” You roared and tears fell down your cheeks blurring your vision. Your face felt hot as it got wrapped in the wrath of your words.
Geto did not answer you, instead he chose to stare you down, not moving at all as if he was a statue. He looked like a child throwing a tantrum when things did not go his way, his face contorting to a sneer that could challenge any rich spoiled brat. You panted and wiped your face with the rough backside of your palm.
“Move.”
“Ladies first,” he snickered childishly and kicked open the heavy door with his foot as he stepped slightly to the side. God this man hangs out too much with Gojo.
As you left the school grounds barely holding your breakdown away, there was one figure in the corridors hugging the wall near the exit, clutching onto her purse.
***
SHOKO’S MEMORIES, 2006
“Truth or dare?” Satoru asked, popping the pink bubblegum in the air, sucking the sticky material back in his mouth to chew on loudly.
“Truth,” Shoko said, placing another cigarette in her mouth. She smoked especially heavily when she was drinking.
Satoru had managed to bring a whole six pack of beer to the picnic whereas Suguru had found a travel size vodka bottle from his parents. Shoko had brought a package of different berries and salty crackers with her.
“If you could have any technique in the world, which one would you have?” Satoru asked. He looked at the clear blue sky and the way the summer breeze pushed on the white clouds.
Shoko played with the corner of the blanket as she thought deeply about his question. She stared at the shoes she had placed on the grass and the manicure on her toes that Utahime had insisted on putting on her.
“I think I’d keep this one,” she smiled wistfully.
“Really? You wouldn’t want my powers?” Satoru looked at her tilting his head to the side. He spat out the chewing gum and placed it on the plastic lid that belonged to the packaging of berries. He did not like it when things ran out of flavor, always searching for something more.
“No. I don’t envy you at all. I just want a happy life and that’s all” Shoko answered his gaze, with a gentle smile. “Besides, I like the way I am and I suppose I can help people like this,” she added.
Satoru hummed. He was clearly dissatisfied with the answer.
He did not exactly know why.
“Satoru, that's sad. You should ask something fun,” Suguru pointed out and took a sip from the beer can.
The three of them sat on a grassy hill that had a pretty decent view of the city and the park below it. Shoko leaned against the huge tree behind her back. The cicadas were performing their own concert with the hum of motorways working as their orchestra.
“You figure out better questions then,” Satoru pouted, but wasn’t actually hurt.
“Isn’t it my turn to ask though?”
Shoko looked in the distance watching closely how a woman jogged with her shiba inu, her ponytail swishing in the same rhythm as the chord of her headphones. Both men nodded slightly out of sync.
“Satoru truth or dare?”
“Truth.”
“Who’s the hottest person you know?” Her eyes twinkled teasingly.
“Waka Inoue of course. She’s sexy as hell!” Satoru slapped his hand on his heart as if he was saluting.
“Really? You still have a crush on her?” Suguru questioned. It was his turn to pout. “Am I not enough?”
“Baby you’re plenty, but you can’t replace a huge rack,” Satoru’s voice was steady as if he was talking about the most important thing in the whole world.
“I can’t argue with that.” Suguru sighed defeatedly, his shoulders slumping down dramatically.
“Ugh. I shouldn’t have asked that. Both of you are so weird and gross about women,” Shoko grimaced regretting her decisions and lifted the cigarette to her mouth as if to cover the bad taste of Satoru’s words.
The man in sunglasses ignored the criticizing words. “Suguru. Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to share this,” Satoru lifted up a huge strawberry. “Like in Lady and the Tramp with Shoko,” he referred to the scene where the two dogs shared a spaghetti meal, eventually kissing.
“That’s too small!” Shoko protested immediately, shaking her head. The idea of doing that with Suguru made her feel iffy.
“I’m game if she is,” Suguru said and offered his palm to Satoru who plopped the berry in his hands.
Shoko had a nervous giggle come out of her.
“C’mon, it’s just a game. You can always let go after like one bite. This is truth or dare afterall,” Satoru coaxed.
“Fine. But I won’t kiss you, not even a peck.” Shoko established her own rule and rolled her eyes. She put out the cigarette on the grass and left the butt there.
“We’ll see about that,” Suguru laughed and picked at the stem that got thrown over next to the chewed up gum.
He awkwardly came closer to the young female student and placed the bigger end between his lips. He looked silly, the red end peeking out of his mouth. Suguru attempted at mouthing the words ‘come closer’, but neither Satoru or Shoko understood his words but the context clue carried the point to Shoko.
She got on her knees sitting on top of her legs and straightened herself out. Suguru was way taller than her, even when he sat. Her face approached Suguru’s who had a pink tint on his cheeks from the alcohol he had drank.
She opened her mouth and barely bit down on the smaller end, her tongue touching the bumpy texture of the strawberry.
“Ready. Set. Go!” Satoru exclaimed, motioning finger guns happily. His gaze was completely glued on his two friends.
Suguru closed his eyes and he started to carefully nibble, closing dangerously on Shoko’s lips. She bit quickly, not really tasting anything and began to pull away in hopes of Suguru calling it quits too.
Unfortunately she wasn’t fast enough. The last bits of strawberry fell down on Shoko’s lap when Suguru pressed his lips against hers, a faint red trail dripping on her chin. She didn’t move and her eyes widened in shock. Shoko didn’t know what to do so she just held her hands on her lap.
Suguru pet gently behind the girl’s head kissing her motionless lips. His hand trailed down to her neck and all the way to her shoulder. Shoko felt the sweet taste in her mouth mixing with the alcohol, stranger’s saliva and nicotine as Suguru dragged his hand to the mound of her breast. The warmth emanating from his palm was enough to bring her back to reality and Shoko pushed the bigger guy off of her.
“Why did you do that?” she snapped and crossed her arms.
“Oh don’t get angry now. Have a drink and chill out.” Satoru sighed. He shuffled awkwardly and placed the almost empty tote bag on his lap and grabbed a new beer can from there. Shoko narrowed her eyes in suspicion, but did not want to make room for any weird thoughts that would imply even weirder things. “It’s just a joke.”
“This is not the first time you take jokes too far.”
Shoko looked away from the two boys, disappointment turning into an ache in her heart and wiped her chin clean from the strawberry. She slipped on the ballerinas laying on the ground.
“Seriously? You’re leaving because of this?” Suguru tilted his head, his voice defensive.
Shoko threw her cigarettes and lighter in her own purse checking the blanket for other stuff she had.
“Yeah, I am. I’m not having fun anymore.” Her voice was cold as she was attempting to hide the nervous tremble in her body and almost jumped up throwing the bag on her shoulder. She turned around, once again crossing her hands against her chest as if to protect herself and started walking.
“Hey! Don’t you want your blanket with you?” Satoru yelled after her. The two guys sat on the quilt completely bamboozled.
“Keep it! I don’t need it!”
She didn’t eat strawberries for the rest of the summer.
***
“Hey you really should sing this one!” Shoko laughed as she scrolled through the song list.
“Whaat? No that’s not even funny,” you laughed and slapped her arm gently.
“Is it really not? Or are you just a bore?” Shoko taunted getting ready to put the song on.
“Can we sing something from this?” You pointed at the category called 2000’s hits.
“I’ll pick something at random and you’re just going to deal with it,” Shoko laughed clearly tipsy too after the multiple drinks you both had drank.
The disco ball was spinning around the small room painting the walls in hues of blue, red and green. Nanami sat on the couch nursing his whiskey as he stared off into space. The upbeat music filled the room, bass shaking the ground underneath your feet.
It was the first time going out after the events at Gojo’s house. Shoko had basically begged you to come with her to get shit faced complaining that she really needed someone to rant with. You told her that Utahime was right there and would probably love to listen to her, but she claimed that the woman from Kyoto had other plans for the weekend.
After arriving at the karaoke bar you had been taken back after seeing the stoic blonde man at the venue. You weighed the option of immediately leaving in your head, but your conscience did not allow you to do so, after leaving him so rudely hanging in the meeting. When the three of you had gotten your own private room you decided to immediately order shots and drinks with the only goal of getting absolutely black out drunk tonight despite having Nanami there.
It was honestly rare to see him after work as he had preferred to keep his distance. He was wearing the same clothing he always wore, dress shirt ironed, necktie perfectly hanging against his chest as if he was on the clock. You wouldn’t have been surprised if he were to whip out a cursed tool onto the bar table.
You clutched onto the microphone singing unevenly as you danced to the beat, half of the syllables disappearing to you being out of breath. Shoko cackled, almost folding over as she kept slapping her thigh eyes watering. She had drunk a few drinks less than you and she had been exceptionally happy even before drinking. Truthfully Shoko was quite a heavy drinker and she definitely should not have been as wasted as what she appeared to be.
Nanami stared at the both of you, raising the whiskey glass to his lips after checking his wrist watch.
“Come here! Sing with us!” You yelled to the mic only getting a slightly alarmed expression out of him as he shook his head.
“I think I’m okay with watching you two perform,” he said.
You pouted but kept on singing, your concentration skills nonexistent. You did not notice the way Shoko glared at him, nudging her head towards you as she pointed the microphone in her hand towards him.
Nanami cleared his throat under the threatening gaze and clumsily got up.
“Oh my god! Nanamiii!” You screamed the noise so high pitched that even the speakers were unable to handle it and you could see how Nanami cringed at the sound.
Shoko squinted her eyes and mouthed the word sing to Nanami. Shoko was not going to deal with you alone.
The combination of the pop song and Nanami’s voice made you giggle as you hurrayed him happily. He was not a bad singer by any means, but his voice did not fit the song choice. You wondered to yourself, why had you not gotten shitfaced earlier when you had all the good reasons to.
Shoko decided to take a small break sitting on the spot where Nanami had been earlier and inspected the brown liquid swishing in the glass. She stole a sip from it when Nanami wasn’t watching, not really caring about the fact that it wasn’t her drink.
You grabbed your drink from the table and drank from it and you kept on singing happily, almost jumping around. Nanami looked at you with a terrified expression when you moved side to side with the drink spilling on your hand, but you did not notice the wetness of it.
“Hey, put that down before you drop the glass,” Nanami said and gently tried to take the glass from you.
“No, I want to keep this,” a pout formed on your face but you still did what he told and turned around swiftly to place the drink on the counter. Your vision was blurry, the lights slightly too bright and you lost your balance tipping over the glass that was already safely on the table. You felt yourself starting to fall but a strong arm snaked around your waist to stabilize you.
The world felt like it was stopping when the arm around you changed into a tight rope that pressed around your ribcage. The karaoke room changed inch by inch to a vast room with a wall made of windows with a night view of the streets of Tokyo. The shattered drink turned into a broken light bulb on the floor. You felt a hot breath on your skin, but your body had gotten cold. It was as if you had been dunked into ice water, all the earlier excitement completely vanished. The disco ball spun around casting blue lights on the white haired man’s face that ogled you like a piece of meat. The imagery was so vivid and real in your mind that you reacted on instinct, elbowing the man behind you.
The rope vanished around you as the windows melted to the concrete floor, the shadows of city lights turned back to the tacky illumination of the disco ball. You felt the remnants of cursed energy fizzing out like a soda can as your eyes landed on Nanami, who was slightly hunched over holding onto his side the pain making him grimace. You had no idea how much force you had actually used, but probably quite a lot judging by the way Nanami was reacting.
Shoko stood there completely still, eyes filled to the brim with worry and confusion. Her lips were ajar and she gulped down wanting to say something, but she did not know what.
“My apologies. I didn't mean to touch you inappropriately,” Nanami managed to say. The music track played in the background, but it felt empty without a drunken voice guiding it. He was lucky to have good reflexes, instinctually protecting himself from the blow, otherwise Shoko would have had a patient off the clock.
“Uh,” Your mouth gaped at him hopelessly. He had done nothing wrong.
“I’ll go for a cigarette,” you blurted out and left the room hurriedly. The long hallway stretched in front of your eyes as you looked at the numbers on karaoke booths, only muted colors flashing through the slightly translucent doors. You leaned on the wall as you dragged your feet forward arriving at the front desk that thanked you for your time, but you did not pay attention to them and turned to your left to stare at the steep stairway.
The steps were made out of wood with a black paint that had started to chip away and the walls were pure red, too bright and intense for your eyes. You focused on the door in front of you and barely saw the red walls around it as they got covered by a dark cloud, your way of seeing more animalistic than human.The only thing in your mind was the need to get some fresh air as emotions threw you around like a shipwreck at the sea.
You pushed the door open and walked over to a bicycle stand choosing an empty spot where you plopped yourself on. You rocked yourself back and forth as you cried and gripped onto your skin painfully hoping that at least the physical sensation would put an end to your suffering. You started to be more aware of the familiar banging against your skull.
The door of the karaoke bar opened as Shoko walked outside, her face now serious, resembling more the woman she was at work than the friend giggling at drunk people's jokes.
“Hey. You forgot this inside.” She handed you your bag.
You wanted to answer something but you could not as the words got stuck to your throat. Your world flashed back and forth between sensations that you weren’t supposed to feel in this moment. The guilt and sadness ate you alive, nipping away from your vitals the more you tried to push them down.
Shoko placed a cigarette between her lips and lit it up and offered it to you. You took it gladly off her hands inhaling the sweet smoke, but you almost ended up suffocating on it as your nose was too stuffed to handle it. Even the menthol taste was unable to help you with this issue. Shoko opened the green box once more to get herself a smoke as well.
She took a drag out of it and watched your shuddering figure.
“I saw you in the hallway with Geto. Something happened at Gojo’s right?”
You lifted your head up mascara running on your cheeks. Had you not been in such a bad state her words would have shocked you.
“I can’t help you if you don’t want my help.” Shoko crouched down to your level. You stared at her face as she left out a puff of smoke that trailed around her face, the dark eye bags now more visible than ever.
You choked on your tears once more, now openly wailing on the pavement your fingers digging into the soft flesh of your arm. You dragged your nails across yourself leaving pink trails behind it, the soft tingle covering the areas you had just clawed at.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you cried, your words hard to decipher as your breath hitched. “I can’t keep on doing this. It’s all my fault. I’m so stupid,” you screamed snot falling onto your shirt.
“So fucking stupid!” You impulsively pressed the cigarette butt against your thigh melting the cloth away the stinging pain shocking you as your skin shed its layers against the fire.
You had no shame in your breakdown, frankly you did not even recognize the others that looked in your way speaking with hushed voices around you, as they tightened the grip on their partners hands. “That girl really needs to lay off the drinks,” someone had said loudly. Shoko had wanted to immediately pounce, but she held herself together. She knew that you needed her more.
“Don’t hurt yourself, when you want to hurt someone else,” her voice was just a whisper. “Can I touch you?” She asked not wanting to trigger you further. You nodded.
Shoko pulled you into a tight hug and you buried your face on her chest, holding onto her like it was the last thing keeping you afloat. You seeked comfort in her presence.
“I want to die.” You gripped onto her tighter. “I’m so weak.”
Shoko stroked your hair, her own eyes watering as she listened to you wordlessly. She felt your pain almost just as viscerally as you were experiencing them now.
“No matter… no matter what I do. I can’t escape them. I just want to be gone. I want to-”
Shoko shushed you and slipped her free hand into her pocket, digging out her phone. Almost ten minutes had gone by. She awkwardly opened her chat with Nanami trying to inform the man who was probably still sitting in their booth waiting for the two of you to come back.
A male voice disturbed the two of you. “Is everything okay?”
Shoko pressed her hand on your shoulder pushing herself up from the ground, she whispered to you to stay put, not that you really were in any condition to go anywhere.
“Good that you’re here. I was just about to text you. Can you get us a taxi?”
“Of course,” he said and opened the app punching in your address that Shoko forwarded to him. He looked so much older and out of place in the busy street.
This was the kind hearted and lovely Nanami that had forgiven you immediately, after you had punched him in the gut because you were fucked up in the head. The kind hearted and lovely Nanami that you couldn’t look in the eyes, because of a certain man whose name you felt like acid on the tip of your tongue. The thoughts in your head brought fresh tears to your eyes. You dangerously sailed in the deep waters of suicidal ideation, your tired hands opening the forbidden door.
“It’s going to arrive in five minutes,” Nanami hummed.
“I think you should go. I’ll handle this,” Shoko said, her voice full of pity. “I’ll keep you posted.”
Nanami nodded in agreement.
“For what it’s worth, take care of yourself too.” Nanami’s words were carefully chosen, anticipating that you weren’t the only one who needed a hug.
***
SHOKO’S MEMORIES, YEAR 2006
The beach was filled with people who enjoyed the way the sun spoiled them with its warmth. Shoko was sitting on a towel next to Mei Mei who applied generous amounts of sunscreen on her hand. They sat underneath a parasol that had been propped in the sand, covering them both from the direct sun. The brown haired girl watched as Utahime excitedly threw herself to the water. She had given up on trying to get Shoko and Mei Mei in the water as well.
“Mei Mei, don’t you have a lot of experience with boys?” Shoko almost whispered and hugged her legs. Her beach shawl swayed when the breeze decided to start playing with the huge piece of cloth.
“Are you trying to imply something?” Her voice was low and melodic but not at all accusatory.
“No, nothing like that. I just wanted to ask you something.” Shoko shook her head flustered. “Is it normal for a guy to kiss a girl without asking?”
Mei Mei burst into laughter. This was the question Shoko was getting all worked up for?
“Shoko,” Mei Mei’s eyes glimmered softly when she said the younger girl’s name with gentleness that reminded her of a mother tugging a child into bed. “I did not take you for being this innocent,” she teased.
“I’m not innocent,” the brown haired girl huffed with the unexpected blush decorating her cheeks.
“Did someone do that to you?” Mei Mei tilted her head curiously and offered the sunscreen bottle to Shoko who happily took it to her hands.
“If I tell you, will you promise that you won’t tell anyone?”
“If I’m honest, I don’t think I care enough to tattle. You got me curious now. Tell me,” she hummed as a smile curled on her lips.
“Well uh.. Suguru kind of kissed me when we were playing truth or dare with Satoru,” Shoko explained . She ran her hand between the warm sand, the grainy texture giving her something else to think about. “It was a stupid dare on Satoru’s part. Dunno why I accepted it.”
Shoko added that she did not want to kiss him under any circumstances but the boy had managed to go over her boundary with ease.
“That’s it?” Mei Mei asked, raising her eyebrow. She was almost bewildered at how tame the story was.
“Yeah.”
The blue haired woman scoffed.
“Guys think that girls like it when they take control and in a certain sense they are right. Maybe they got their eyes on you? Although, I did think that Suguru and Satoru were..” Mei Mei’s voice trailed off as she thought. “It doesn’t matter.” She concluded.
“If I were you. I’d go along with it.” Mei Mei suggested.
“No way. I don’t like them like that. Besides that’s not what I asked for your opinion on.”
“And?” Mei Mei turned her gaze on Shoko, her eyes hardening as she intensely stared at the younger girl. “Those two men are our generation’s strongest and you’re going to complain that one of them gave you a little kiss?”
Mei Mei’s melodic voice dropped lower as she showed her true feelings of distaste towards Shoko’s views.
“If I were you,” she started again, her voice tough and bitter. “I’d be securing my spot by their side and not planning to bring forth meaningless accusations over a game of truth or dare.”
Shoko was at loss with the things that were being said to her. Now that she thought about it, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to speak with Mei Mei.
“I did not say I was going to tell anyone,” her voice was squeaky like a little girl’s.
“But you thought about that right?” Shoko did not deny nor confirm the accusation.
Mei Mei’s face softened. “Shoko, you’re a smart girl. You should know better than to get shaken by two boys, especially when you so eagerly lead them on.“
“..I don’t lead them on.”
“Then stop meeting them in your spare time. If you do that, guys will think that you’re willing. You’re not a kid anymore, they do notice that you’re a woman now.”
She stayed quiet, Mei Mei’s words burning on her skin worse than the summer heat. She did not want guys thinking about her that way. She simply wanted to be their friend and the idea of boys and girls being unable to do that because of bodily differences made Shoko shudder.
“You want to help your friends, right?” Mei Mei asked when Utahime got out of the water.
Shoko nodded.
“Then become a doctor. That’s the best you can do to others with the technique you have.” Her words were probably meant to be comforting, but they made Shoko’s heart sink to the bottom of the ocean.
“Shookoo!” Utahime ran towards the two girls sitting on the beach towels.
“Are you willing to swim now?” Sand and water droplets clung onto her radiant skin that the younger girl admired silently. Shoko felt her heart skip a few times in her chest when Utahime offered her hand to her.
“Sure.” The shy smile stretched on Shoko’s lips.
“I’ll stay here. But you guys have fun.” Mei Mei announced as she opened the book next to her the pages slightly crumpled up.
Shoko did not really register Mei Mei’s voice anymore. She grabbed Utahime’s hand and the world slowly faded away around them.
****
Shoko went through the bathroom nimbly avoiding piles of clothing or takeout bags as she looked through your bathroom cupboard. She found a bag of half used cotton pads and a micelar water from the mess.
The taxi drive had felt like eternity. Your tears had dried before settling in the car and numbness had taken over. Shoko helped you to your bed and said that she’d come back soon, closing the door behind her giving you some space to change into something more comfortable.
The door opened. Shoko looked at you and sat on the bed. You were using a pillow as a support for your back. The night lamp’s warm color casted shadows around your puffy face. The woman shook the bottle in her hand and poured liquid on the white cotton pad and tilted your face towards hers.
She pressed the pad on your eyelid carefully letting the mixture soak through the heaps of makeup on your face. You sniffled sadly before speaking.
“I can do this on my own too.”
“I want to do this,” her voice was soft as she spoke the makeup remover leaving your skin slightly cold. You simply nodded and admired the way her hair framed her face.
“You know I’ve had my own bad experiences too,” Shoko said, her face turning to a slight frown. Her mind was sailing in memories that she had given up on trying to understand.
You were at a loss of words. You wanted to pry, but it felt invasive.
“With them? Really?” You heard yourself asking as you danced on the line of impropriety.
“Yeah,” Shoko hummed, “but we shouldn’t have this conversation yet. Maybe in the morning, but not now,” she tried to make her voice sound brighter, feel brighter as if it would fix everything.
“Okay,” you said. Maybe she’s right about this. Shoko discarded the dirty cotton pad, simply placing it on the bedside table. It was at its limits the whole thing turned into the color of your foundation with the small black streaks of your mascara on it, or what was left from it.
She held onto your face gently for a moment too long even after she was done. You opened your eyes to really look at her. She looked so sad and.. young? Yes young was the right word. She looked like a woman robbed out of something sacred. She had been so happy, so easy to excite in her youth, but now all she seemed to carry was baggage.
Your drunken mind wanted to close the distance, but something held you back. Maybe it was all the answers that were still being withheld by her, maybe it was the understanding that it’s not the right time yet.
“Can you stay the night?” you whispered. Shoko breathed in and opened her mouth to say something, but you were faster. “Please? Th-there’s some clothes you can borrow in my closet.”
She stayed quiet and you waited patiently.
“I’ll stay.”
You smiled weakly at her and muttered a gentle thank you. She shuffled up from the bed and walked over the closet you had pointed for her. You turned your back to her when you heard the rustling of clothing that she ended up piling up neatly on one of the spare chairs in your bedroom.
You fluffed up the pillow next to you and lifted up the blanket when she climbed in. You turned your back to her as you lay down on your side. Your hand searched the light switch and then the room was pitch black.
Shoko awkwardly came closer to you till your back was against hers and she played with your hair idly in the silence. The touch was friendly, your body slumping in relaxation almost immediately. It was nice to have someone there. You had gotten so used to being afraid of the nights.
“Good night,” she said, her voice hoarse.
“Night.”
***
You woke up alone with no trace of the woman in your room. She had gotten up earlier than you and dressed up back to the clothes she had in the bar. You hugged your plush blanket, almost burying your whole face underneath it, not ready to face the day.
Your head hurt and you felt nauseous. How is Shoko even able to do things? You wondered to yourself.
The faint knock on the bedroom door disrupted your thoughts as the door opened slightly.
“I made a sandwich for you and found some painkillers, if you want any,” she said and you heard her steps further away again.
You groaned and threw the blanket away from your body, the cold greeting you roughly.
Your kitchen had gotten miraculously cleaner, the multiple empty beer cans piled in a bag and the dishwasher hummed quietly. You stared at the brown table in front of you that had two sandwiches and glasses of water on it, hunger long gone from your body.
“You really should drink less.” Shoko picked up another empty can from the counter just to place it in the bag.
“Like you’re the one to talk.” You sat on the chair with its legs squeaking against the floor with your rough treatment.
You grabbed the pill bottle and rattled out two tablets that you threw in your mouth and drank barely enough water to chase them down.
“What do you remember?” Shoko asked and sat in front of you. She wasn’t feeling very hungry either.
“I remember punching Nanami and the talk we had before we fell asleep,” you mumbled, playing with the edges of the slightly crusty lettuce between your sandwich. You had meant to use it on a salad a few days ago, but you were too tired to cook for yourself. Even the simple things were hard. “What did I tell you?”
“Nothing. You were just crying.”
Oh. So it was like that.
“They assaulted me.” Your face was stern, emotions hidden behind a wall. The words felt weird. It was the first time you had actually said it out loud.
Shoko’s face widened from shock.
“They what?”
“Don’t make me repeat it,” you hissed.
“Sorry, I won’t.”
The silence felt unbearable and you stuffed your face full of bread just to do something.
“They did something similar when we were still in school.” Shoko ripped the hangnail painfully from her skin and pressed on the miniscule wound with one of her fingers.
You chewed the sandwich aggressively without tasting anything, the texture turning to mush in your mouth.
“Why didn’t you warn me?” Your words were way more accusatory than what you wanted.
Shoko turned her head to the side looking hurt by your sudden outburst. Her eyebrows scrunched together in pain as she looked for the perfect words, but there were none.
“You admired them. I didn’t want to take that away from you, and when I realized that I probably should have said..”
“Bullshit, Shoko. It’s been ten years. I deserved to know, you could have-”
“Stop blaming me for their shit!” she yelled. Shoko never yells.
You fell quiet. You reined in your anger, its hands still attempting to reach out to anything it could latch on. She was right. It’s not her burden to bear, but you still couldn’t help but feel powerless, when there could have theoretically been someone who could have told you to not go there.
“Sorry,” you simply said just to drop the topic. Shoko sighed defeatedly and pushed her head briefly against her hands. She understood the anger, she really did.
“They drugged me and then raped me together. I don’t remember a lot from it. I fought back – well attempted to,” your voice shook as you spoke.
The brown haired woman simply looked at you with silent empathy.
“Did you at least get one good punch in?”
Your lips curled into a downhearted smile. The memory of your feeble fight playing in your mind, the weakness and despair of it all, a futile attempt of a prey to preserve their life just one moment longer.
“Not a single one,” you laughed hollowly as one tear rolled on your cheek and your lips trembled. “But I did rip some hair out of Geto at the school,” you tried to brighten your voice and be brave.
Shoko’s eyes watered and she answered your smile with her own.
“Good.”
The almost happy expression faded from your face. Everything hurt, never had you ever thought to be in a situation like this where you were exchanging devastation with your friend like gifts on christmas.
“Why did you stay? Even Nanami left for a while, you could have done the same.” Your question was gentler this time.
Shoko pondered for a minute, not sure of her answer either.
“Because this is the only way I could help. I had you and Utahime and I didn’t want to leave you two behind. Besides what else was I supposed to do? I’ve been given a technique that can save many if I choose right. Had I left a lot more could have died because I wasn’t here — all because of what two men did,” she tried to put her thoughts together.
“There’s a reason why Utahime doesn’t like Gojo,” Shoko blurted out and played with her hair.
You took a careful sip of water as if you were trying to carefully dissect the different flavors of Shoko’s words.
“What do you mean? Did they do something to her as well?”
“No. I just mean that women know, you know? I think it’s in our blood to recognize danger. That’s one of the reasons she despises him. But this is just my thought, not an universal truth,” Shoko wondered out loud.
She breathed in once again as if the words she was about to speak were too painful.
“I think sometimes us women have to carry the atrocities of men. There’s no rhyme or reason why they do certain things. At least that’s what I’ve been telling myself. I never went through what you did, but I can’t say that I’m surprised,” she mused. “I’m sorry though. What you went through. It’s not right.”
Her brown eyes stared at you expectantly. You chewed on your lip nervously and tapped the empty plate with your nail, the small tinkle sound working as a metronome.
“No, it’s not,” you huffed. But it feels like it’s my fault. If I had not gone there, if I had not idolized them – loved them even. This wouldn’t have ended this way. It was easier to leave those words in your head.
“So what now?” You looked at Shoko, your eyes pleading, asking for answers, guidance, anything she would be able to provide to you. You knew there was nothing clear cut Shoko could say, but god how you wished that someone would know what to do.
Shoko shook her head in defeat as if telling you that she wasn’t able to point you on the right track like that.
“Whatever you want. You can stay or go, but you don’t have to carry it alone,” Shoko said, her face gentle. You could still draw out the remnants of the young girl from the year two thousand and six on her features. The lines were almost faded but they were still there.
You found kinship in her even if neither of you had shared the full story of what had happened. You weren’t there yet and you weren’t ready. Instead the two of you skirted around words unspoken finding solace of at least having someone who could understand. It was up to the both of you what to make out of the confessions of the past.
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jujutsu kaisen ladies (pt.1)
➺ characters: shoko ieri, nobara kugisaki and mei mei.
➺ warnings/notices: lightly yandere themes, manipulation, obsession, isolation, mentioned kidnapping, arranged marriage, mentioned violence, shoko smoking, codependency in mei mei, lightly spoiler from manga (you if you notice of course).
➺ a/n: i love women and there is almost zero content about them around tumblr in the x reader, so I’m making my part.
shoko ieiri
-> her unhealthy behavior is easily hide with her cool and nonchalant attitude. yet, there is a small hint in her eyes whatever you approach her after working to either offer a coffee to help her stay awake after a long shit or just to talk. it’s a sweet view to see shoko smiling at you as her hands slowly holds your at any chance, her slender figures caress your skin and always make you blush like crazy.
-> being close to shoko means that you got used to her smoke habits, specially when is just her around and despite loving it, she will never ever offer you one and you better not ask it. aside from her habit being almost daily, she is often surprised by how much you are willingly to spend time with her. you sometimes cough or wears masks just be closer to her, how adorable.
-> during her days off (which isn’t common), she just loves spend at her place with you. sleeping till late at bed with the two of you cuddling as the sun hits your face through the window. her soft brown eyes staring at your sleeping form while her soft hand caress your lips, wanting to steal a kiss when you wake up soon.
nobara kugisaki
-> it’s hard to nobara to admit that she fell in love with you at first sigh when you step in the tokyo high as a transfer from kyoto. she claimed you as a rival and the right hand of mai, making it a funny experience for you as she often tried to ‘defeat’ you during trainings as well showcase her abilities when possible. making it a lovely scene to everyone present, the spitfire and the calm together.
-> as the two of you get closer, nobara gets more embarrassed to be around you. her cheeks going red whatever you speak directly at her or when you cleaned the dirty of her face after a mission, making your face so closer to hers…she almost kissed you there, but she didn’t as everyone was watching the two of you. one day, as everyone was gone for a mission, leaving the two of you at the dorms alone, nobara decided to take things further with a kiss. holding your face as the two of you were watching a movie, she pressed her lips against yours and ran out of the room, leaving you completely alone after such act. she hides herself inside of the many classroom of the school as you began searching for her.
-> despite the many times you yelled for her name, nobara stood quietly as she hides herself inside a locker. hearing that you accept her feelings and you return it made her almost open the closet, yet a feeling of shame was inside her heart…will it change the friendship with her? after minutes of hiding, nobara step out and the two of you accept dating her, now she wishes to spend the rest of her life with you regardless of the time you have together with her.
mei mei
-> money. that’s how she got you in the very first place, she hired you as some type of personal assistant to take care of her finances and others things, making it easy to interact with you in daily bases without any problems or suspicious. now as you work as her assistant, you’ve to know everyone about mei mei, including her favorite foods (which you cook almost everyday), outfit for the day (you make sure to make her look perfectly) and of course, to take care of her place (like a stay-at-house spouse!). aren’t you so sweetie for her?
-> as much having a great salary from mei mei, you can’t feel weird about it, but you quickly choose to ignore it once she gave you a rise. now, with a bubbly smile you work hard everyday to make sure your boss is granted by your efforts in order to make you gains extra points and maybe extra credits for once you go shopping later. probably buying something to her too!
-> there are times that you wonder why people left you. mom and father don’t call anymore nor your friends, could it be that working for mei mei got your whole schedule? probably so, but it’s so pretty seeing her smiling whatever you finish doing her tasks or you are done with food and she kisses your lips as a thank you…are you even her assistant or something more? her hands on your waist as you clean the dishes and the sweet whispers of love before sleeping ok the same bed with mei mei, could it that you two are dating now?
@lyomeii stuff || don’t repost
#yandere headcanon#yandere imagine#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere female#yandere headcanons#jujustsu kaisen x reader#yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader#yandere jjk#jjk x reader#jjk headcanons#shoko ieiri#shoko x reader#nobara x reader#nobara#mei mei#jjk mei mei#mei mei x reader#yandere nobara#yandere shoko#yandere mei mei#yandere female x reader#yandere x gender neutral reader#x gender neutral reader
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𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍
“𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐔𝐒”
╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: You found yourself stripped of your immortality, a punishment for daring to flout the edicts laid down by your father. Your transgressions? Two-fold. First, the grave sin of disobedience, and Secondly, the cardinal offense of falling irrevocably in love with your Lady in waiting. In your father’s eyes, the sanctity of your divinity was tarnished by a same-gender relationship, a concept that he vehemently repudiated as aberrant and abhorrent. Such unforgivable love, he pontificated, dulled your goddess-like essence. Thus he used his powers and casted you adrift into a parallel universe suffused with curses and sorcerers whose love aren't really the healthy type of love, a punishment to show you that ‘Love’ isn’t all about sunshine and rainbows.
╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Gore, Slow Burn Yandere, Love Percentage Au.
╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Jjk x Fem! Isekai’d! Goddess Reader.
╰┈➤𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Shoko Ieri, Yuki Tsukumo, Kento Nanami, Utahime Iori, Choso, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen.
╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: Hearts and Reblogs are greatly appreciated<3. Also posted in Quotev and Wattpad
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WITH A TILT OF your head, you felt a slight shudder travel through your body when Ataraxia's fingers grazed your at your skin. The warmth of her breath against your skin sent a comforting sensation as you took a deep inhale.
“I know you already have a plethora of jewelry, but... I want to give you this as a token of my affection,” she whispered, her nimble fingers placing a delicate necklace on your neck. You noticed that her nails were currently painted with an azure hue that mirrored the depths of her eyes that was akin to the vast ocean.
“Your nail color, it's different,” you murmured, recalling her once pristine nails that were adorned with silver accents.
“Yes,” Ataraxia replied, pausing to meet your gaze, feeling the pad of your thumb tracing the curve of her lips.
“It suits you,” you complimented, prompting her to release a flattered laugh.
“Well, you mentioned adoring the color of my eyes, so I decided to match it with my nails, my lady, ‘have to hear some compliments coming from my girl’s pretty mouth, you know?” she confessed with a laugh.
You heaved a contented sigh, pressing a tender kiss on her forehead, your lips pressing against her forehead longer than expected.
“mhm, ‘course i do,” You mumbled. “After all, why wouldn't i?”
“I could look into your eyes for all eternity and not get bored at all. your eyes is orphic and i see the stars in them. You're the half of my soul, my lucent apricity inscape.”
As you spoke, the words flowed smoothly from your mouth as you reclined back. Ataraxia blinked, feeling butterflies on her stomach because of your words. A laugh bubbled up in her throat as she leaned in to gently kiss your neck, making you hum. Her hand lingered against the curve of your waist, her fingers deftly caressing it before moving to place the necklace again.
“What a romantic goddess i have,”
Ataraxia murmured, her voice laced with a touch of fluster. A pink hue kissed her cheeks, caught off guard by this unexpected display of romance from you. Normally, you exuded chaos and an adventurous spirit, with a penchant for using vulgar language, even in the presence of Aionarch—Like a total brazzen mindless rogue. She couldn't fathom who had imparted such vocabulary to you though. Yet, in this moment, your unexpected romanticism rendered her speechless, your words leaving her in awe.
“I never pegged you for a romantic, sinta.” she jested, and you responded by playfully rolling your eyes.
“I'm not,” you insisted, exhaling heavily as your chest rose and fell with each breath.
“But you are,” she countered with a tender smile. “Only with you,” you admitted, for It was true; you didn't display this side of yourself to others and Ataraxia was the singular exception.
“I'm flattered then.” She replied.
"Maybe I keep some surprises up my sleeve,” you mused,
“You make it sound like I've uncovered a hidden treasure,” she jested.
“Perhaps you have,” you whispered as you looked it the necklace, the upper part of the necklace resembled a tiara that was adorned electroplated chains with a blue sapphire at its center.
“What's the significance of this though?” you questioned softly, feeling Ataraxia's warm fingertips brushing against the curve of your neck, fastening the necklace tighter so it won't fall.
“It's pretty,” you whispered, a smile playing on your lips as your eyes reflected a mix of wonder and perplexity as you felt the cool metal of the necklace pressed against your collarbone.
“You're prettier,” Ataraxia responded before stepping back, a satisfied look on her face.
“I know,” you acknowledged, reaching up to gently touch the necklace, marveling at its craftsmanship with parted lips as you glanced at Ataraxia.
“Enlighten me, though, sinta. Why did you give me this?” you inquired once more.
“You radiate beauty,” Ataraxia responded with a tone of admiration, her voice filled with warmth and a bright smile lighting up her face as she cleverly sidestepped your query, leaving you momentarily confused.
“I know, and so are you radiating beauty,” you stated nonchalantly as you fluttered your eyelashes, peering down at her intently.
“You seem to be evading my query though, why is that, hm?” you added with a hint of teasing, prompting Ataraxia to playfully roll her eyes at you.
“Am I really?” she quipped.
“Yeah? and I want you to answer my question,” you persisted, a playful pout forming on your lips as you lightly poked her cheek, eliciting a giggle from her.
“So persistent and curious, are you?”
She softly told you, her voice smooth as a velvet as her fingers glided along your jawline in a relaxed and leisure manner, following a pattern with attention to detail.
“But where's the fun in giving away my secrets so easily?”
She said, earning an amused scoff from you.
“Fine, keep your secrets then.” you responded with a hint of amusement playing on your countenance.
“But know that I'm not one to shy away from a challenge.” your smirk was strained and forced.
“Hmm, Are you sure?” Ataraxia inquired, a quizzical expression crossing her features as she observed the subtle transformation of the smirk on your countenance suddenly dipping down into a frown.
“Hey, now, don't let your emotions boil over, do not sulk, beautiful,”
Ataraxia soothed, her head shaking gently as she witnessed you folding your arms across your chest, a petulant pout betraying your irritation as you averted your gaze. Ataraxia couldn't help but notice the sporadic bouts of childishness that colored your demeanor, yet it was precisely this aspect of your personality that endeared you to her. She cherished you for your authentic self.
“That exquisite visage of yours was sculpted to be worshipped, not for melancholy,” Ataraxia whispered softly, her touch delicate as she caressed your cheeks with a tender hand.
“Don't be mad, goddess,”
“That necklace, it's just a gift from a girl who's hopelessly in love with you,”
She finally revealed, seemingly wanting to end the banter, but unfortunately for her, you won't let the reason slip through your fingers like the morning mist.
“Is it really?”
“Why’re you feeling so suspicious about my intentions, my soul? Is it truly objectionable to give a gift to the one who brings brightness to my darkest hours and warmth to my coldest moments?”
She evaded your suspicions once again as she pinched your cheeks as if they were her own personal stress reliever, You could feel her soft hands and the pads of her fingers pressing against your facial muscles and you couldn't help but smirk as you allowed her to have her way while your fingers gently ran through her dark, glossy onyx hair, humming as you felt the velvety texture of each individual strand, her hair was soft and smooth, akin to the luxurious feel of fine silk against your skin.
天罰
The memories of her lingered in your mind, the gentle brush of her touch, the melodic tones of her voice, and every detail of her presence filled your thoughts.
Your brows knit in puzzlement, a furrowed ridge of hesitation etching across your features as the memory of her giving you the necklace suddenly came in your mind—your divine intuition was telling you something, and you know it.
But what was it telling you?
Your hand dipped down to your neckline, feeling the sensation of the chilled metal meeting your fingertips before letting your hand fall down to your collarbone, tracing the lines of your clavicle.
‘Are you trying to tell me something, ataraxia?’ You wondered.
Your shoulders stiffened imperceptibly, a subtle tension creeping into your muscles as thoughts of ataraxia plagued your mind. Could she be alluding to a hidden warning? Telling you about a foreboding danger?
You raised a hand to touch your neck, your finger tips pressing against the scalene muscles as you listened to your pulse, it was a rhythm that perhaps was a bit fast than usual.
You noticed the incongruity between your mind and body, you could sense that even your body language and rigid posture was telling you that something was wrong.
Your eyes then drifted downwards and you noticed the faint outline of a scar on your wrists, along with other cut marks.
‘What the hell?’ You lifted your wrist up for closer examination, and it was indeed a scar.
Why did your wounds turned into scars instead of just disappearing like it always did?
Though, that wasn't the only thing that was confusing you in your regeneration ability, you also noticed that the wounds you sustained refused to heal in your normal form, leading you to speculate if aionarch had intervened in some way—probably, and that is why you were forced to shapeshift.
Transforming into a phoenix granted you the ability to regenerate, a trait that allowed you to heal all traces of injury—but why did your body marred scars?
Suddenly, you remembered that when you woke up an inexplicable sense of foreboding stirred within you, because a very heavy something probably smacked and was thrown into you—You ended up transforming back into your human form though after that.
You paused as recollections of past adversaries of throwing heavy obstacles your way resurfaced in your mind. One particularly vivid memory involved being ostracized by the people of your celestial empire, who had secretly formed an official aionarch haters fanclub.
And since you have a deep-seated animosity towards your father, you attempted to join the group, only to be rejected by its members, all because you were his fucking daughter.
Despite your attempts to distance yourself from aionarch's actions, and to claim that you're not like him, you were branded as a sycophant , a pick me girl and ostracized. The fanclub went as far as hurling a massive pillar at you that probably was around 27 ft.
The memory made you cringe, but ultimately, you slightly found satisfaction in the fact that aionarch took revenge by killing all those who had dared to harm you. It was perhaps the only act of paternal care you received from that tyrant throughout your life—protecting you at all costs.
It was a bittersweet realization though—that while he shielded you from external threats, there was no protection from his own tyrannical tendencies. In the end, the question remained—who would safeguard you from him?
No one. Not even your mother can protect you from him. He was the most powerful being after all.
And as there was no one else to shield you from him, you had no choice but to take matters into your own hands. Your instinct was to safeguard yourself and also protect ataraxia, yet the repercussions eventually caught up with you. Now, he has transported you to this weird realm, leaving you feeling disoriented and uncertain.
Wait, hold up, How did your thoughts went from ataraxia to this? Why can't you just focus on one thought?
A sudden sense of unease settled in the pit of your stomach, signaling that something dangerous was imminent.
Your brows knit together in concentration, your hearing sharpening as you instinctively straightened your shrimp posture.
The wind began to howl, the leaves on the trees and on the ground rustled loudly. Suddenly, there was sounds of movements followed by silence—and two creatures emerged out of nowhere.
The silence around you seemed deafening, with only the faint ringing in your ears breaking through the quiet, and as you focused on the scene before you, your eyes suddenly widened, your pupils shrinking, lips parting slightly.
Your face twisted in disgust as you gazed upon the strange creatures before you. They bore a striking resemblance to the hideous beings that inhabits the underworld—They were ugly as fuck.
One of the creatures had a grotesque appearance—three eyes and a bird-like body armed with sharp blade-like wings. Another creature appeared more human-like—a woman one at that. it was wearing a white kimono yet its elongated neck twisted in an unnatural way, resembling marshmallow, it has a smile on its face like a porcelain doll, as well as make up.
“What the fuck is that?” You gawked.
The sight of the woman's unnaturally contorted long neck caused a sickening sensation in your stomach. As her head twisted and inverted before your eyes, you felt a wave of revulsion wash over you. A feeling of nausea caused bile to rise up in your lower esophageal sphincter then to your throat. Desperately trying to suppress the urge to vomit, you forced down all the stomach acid that threatened to spill out.
“Uh.. who are you two?” You said awkwardly, not knowing what to say as you took a step back.
Suddenly, the strange woman-like creature extended its fucking hair which transformed into long blsck tendrils, it swiftly shot forth in your direction and coiled around your ankles, securing its hold with such intensity that it felt like a leech stubbornly latching onto you, it has a sharpness akin to thorns on a rose, causing a sensation of pain as it pricked at your skin.
“Wait— what the fuck?!”
Your throat constricted as the tendrils tightened its grip, almost as if it were attempting to fracture your bones, the tendrils reminded you so much of the vines from Xeranthi's magical (cursed) garden—that was crafted specifically to harm Aionarch. those vines possessed a deadly poison capable of harming deities, with thorns as sharp as blades that could pierce through the skin of anyone who came into contact with them—and you know it, after all, you first-hand experienced those.
For you had the same eyes as your father and lacking any resemblance to your mother, you were mistaken for aionarch by the vine. It took a week to completely rid yourself of the poison, but you managed to survive the ordeal though. However, the main focus here is the tendrils of the woman, which bore a striking resemblance to the vine found in your mother's garden—so perhaps they could be removed just as the same way xeranthi's vines could be removed.
You leaned forward, a grimace on your face, you gritted your teeth together, hands dipping down and wrapping around the tendrils in an attempt to pull out the stubborn thing embedded in your skin. The sharp thorns dug into your flesh, causing a sharp sting that made you involuntarily let out a ‘tch’ of discomfort.
“Hey! Let go” you exclaimed, annoyance evident in your voice. your fingers constricted tight on to the slimy tendrils with all your might as your knuckles grew taut and pale as you strained against the creature's grasp, pushing through the flesh-like appendages, your fingers pierced through the tendrils like a needle piercing through a fine cloth and Purple-hued blood seeped from the torn flesh, staining your skin as you finally managed to break free from its hold on your ankle. The creature let out a piercing shriek of disbelief and pain, its grip faltering as you tore through its twisted form, the sound reverberating in your ears long after it had let you go.
Your lips compressed into a tight line, brows drawn together in consternation, while a swift, harsh inhale rushed through your nostrils as you took in a fighting stance.
Just as you dared to believe you had eluded the danger, the sinewy tendrils struck once more, ensnaring both your hands and seizing your ankles. It yanked your limbs all together , binding them securely. Your jaw slackened in a moment of shock. A sharp sound of frustration escaping your lips as your body contorted, attempting to escape the sinewy grasp encircling you.
A growl of frustration bubbles in your throat as you began to babble and rant.
“First that manwhore aionarch almost killed me and tortured me on that light thingy and then something smacked my back, and then my wounds refused to heal and.. and ”
You don't even know why you're ranting right now but you know that you needed to buy time, to find out the weakness of thede creatures. Squinting down at the ugly creatures, you noticed that The creatures remained ominously silent while their visages showed a snarl—teeth baring at you.
“and.. now you're trying to fuck the already fucked up things up!” you exclaimed, each word dripping with annoyance as you exhaled sharply, your breath billowing visibly in the air. Your nails dug fiercely into the writhing tendrils, the pressure of your grip akin to a vice.
“Well, tell you what—”
Your monologue was cut short by a startled yelp that involuntarily erupted from your throat as the tendrils tightened.
“You! I'll kill—!”
the tree-eyed creature suddenly spun around rapidly, resembling a beyblade hurtling towards you with the intention to cut the shit out of you but with swift reflexes, you managed to roll to the side and narrowly avoid its attack.
“WHAT IN THE FUCKING HELL IS THAT?!”
Your vocal cords scraped against the confines of your throat as a shriek clawed its way out of your lips with the whites of your eyes stretched wide, aghast as the tendrils hoisted you into the air by your lower limbs, suspending you in air like a prey awaiting the jaws of ravenous predators.
Unexpectedly, the twisting tendrils of the woman like creature forcefully slammed you to the ground, causing pain to shot forth through you as your face made impact with the surface. Clenching your jaw in pain, you felt the tendrils hoist you up once more, the movement accompanied by the sharp stab of a broken nose and crimson-tinted blood dripping from your nostrils. The coppery flavor of blood mixed with the ache as it trickled down your forehead as the collision with the ground seared your skin upon contact.
‘Kill them.’
A voice in your head said, and your hand began to heat up and generate fire as your eyes shook with fury as you placed your hand in its tendrils.
With a piercing shriek, the woman recoiled as its tendrils were engulfed in a searing inferno ignited by you, and soon enough, the woman was set on fire and burned.
The creature, spinning, refused to retreat unlike its predecessor though. You raised your hands, fire already beginning to take form, and With lightning speed, the distance between you two evaporated, and a breathless moment ensued as the lethal edges loomed perilously close to your flesh.
But just as the lethal edges were about to make contact, your necklace suddenly exploded, and sharp ice shards surged forth forward towards the threat.
Your eyes widened in disbelief, the rush of adrenaline drowning out all sound except for the erratic drumming of your heart in your chest. A gasp escaped your lips, your jaw slackening in astonishment, as you witnessed the shattered remains of the necklace metamorphose into icy constructs, aswell as the way those massive, sharp icicles erupted from the ground, impaling the creature and causing its innards to spill out as it was skewered by the ice. The body slowly slumped down along the icy pillars, while the creature's organs remained suspended at the tips of the shards.
More icicles suddenly shot up from the ground, heading directly towards the other burning creature that slammed you on the ground. The icicles pierced through the creature's body, leaving it impaled by ice shards. The sharp points of the icicles penetrated deep into its skull, specifically targeting its cerebral cortex and the intricate folds of its brain spurted out of the broken skull. purple-colored fluid began to trickle down from the creature, The sounds of the ice breaking through flesh and bone, mixed with the creature's faint sound of being in pain, filled the air.
You stood there in shock, mouth agape and eyes wide as you took in the sight of the two creatures impaled by the ice. Your focus shifted from them to the source of the ice itself, causing a chill to run down your spine and making your hands hesitate to summon fire. As you glanced down at the broken necklace given to you by Ataraxia, a sudden realization struck you. Could it have been Ataraxia who created this ice? Recalling the intricate ice statue of you she had made for your room, you couldn't help but connect the dots. It seemed entirely possible that Ataraxia was behind this. You studied the ice on the ground, noticing the resemblance to the ice crystals you were familiar with from Ataraxia's creations.
As you felt a lump forming in your throat, your brows knitted together in confusion upon realizing that it was, in fact, Ataraxia. Could the necklace she had been a deliberate act to shield you from harm? You couldn't help but recall that she had always been vague about the true purpose of the necklace, but now it all made sense—it was meant to keep you safe. A sense of relief washed over you, causing your shoulders to sag slightly in a moment of realization. However, your brief respite was interrupted by a flash of crimson light hurtling towards you, causing you to freeze in your tracks. And the only thought that raced through your mind was the urgent need to transform into another form as a means of defense.
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For unknown reasons, the strange impulse to morph into a worm consumed your thoughts, leading you to to shapeshift into a fucking worm. Now, as a grotesque, oversized worm, you slithered awkwardly amidst the wreckage of the forest you and ataraxia's ice decimated, bewildered by your own actions.
Why had you chosen to shapeshift into this repulsive form? The mere thought of humans catching sight of you in this state made your skin crawl—Because imagine seeing an oversized worm that has a fucking face. You let out a frustrated groan, humiliation flooding your senses as you dragged your elongated body through the damp soil.
While you cannot fathom the reasoning behind it, you acknowledge that it proved advantageous when a crimson light materialized, because you mannaged to burrow onto the ground and maneuver like the very creature you had become. Though decidedly larger than your average worm, the discomfort of your current guise paled in comparison to the necessity for survival.
But still, it's fucking weird to turn into a worm!
Sure, you may have had asked ataraxia if she would love you even if you were a worm, but you did not expect that those whimsical musings would soon turn into a reality. Now, as you squirmed in your transformed state, embodying the guise of a worm, a gnawing curiosity plagued your mind—would Ataraxia love this wretched appearance now?
But speaking of Ataraxia, you were convinced that the creatures that had viciously attacked you was killed by the said goddess. Ataraxia's handiwork was unmistakable. And you were grateful, for had it not been for her protection through the necklace, you would've been six feet underground.
Crawling clumsily across the ground, a sudden interruption shattered the eerie silence. A deep, voice pierced the air, causing a shiver to run down your spine.
“There you are,” the voice echoed, sending a chill through your exoskeleton. Confusion gripped you, your worm-like mouth forming slurred words in an unrecognizable tone. Before you could comprehend the situation, strong hands enveloped your form, lifting you from the ground easily as if you're not an overweight worm, and you could feel the rough touch of the calloused palms against your slimy exoskeleton.
You stared in disbelief. You couldn't comprehend the situation unfolding before you. Whose hands were these that had picked you up so abruptly? The touch of the fingers that gripped you felt slimy against your skin, sending shivers down your spine.
Looking upwards, you saw a burly and muscular man with shoulder-length straight black hair framing his face. His eyes bore a greenish hue, and it bore into yours with an intensity that made you uneasy. The man had thin eyebrows, a scar on his lip, and a ruggedly handsome appearance, but that was not your main focus, because your focus is on unexpectedly large boobs.
You couldn't tear your gaze away from the sheer size of his manly bosom. Because what the fuck, why is his boobs so big?
“Finished eatin’ already, huh?” he remarked, amusement evident in his tone.
“Good, ‘cause we’re leavin’, need to get money, ‘cause we’re currently broke,”
What. You gawked.
Without warning, he hoisted you onto his shoulders, his broad frame supporting your weight effortlessly. You barely had time to process the situation before a pungent odor assaulted your senses, emanating from the man's body.
The stench of sweat mixed with expired saliva overwhelmed you. What the fuck is this smell? You felt like crying, does this man even showers?
He smelled so bad.
Trying to resist the urge to revert back to your original form took every ounce of strength and willpower you possessed.
Reflecting back, you were beginning to regret transforming into a worm in the first place, given the uncomfortable situation you now found yourself in. However, you couldn't have possibly predicted that the man would jus casually pick you up and place you on his shoulder; it seemed illogical for anyone to treat a large, worm with a face in such a peculiar manner.
The stench that emanated from him was unbearable, a putrid scent that was assaulting your senses. It was so overpowering that you couldn't help but wonder if your reaction was warranted or an exaggeration in the moment. and In your effort to distance yourself, you wriggled and twisted, desperate to evade the offensive grasp of his unwashed shoulders.
Because what's the point of surviving death from the two creatures that attacked you when this man's smell is killing you instead?
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Suguru placed a restraining hand on the small of satoru's waist, a gesture meant to prevent the white haired man from impulsively lunging at their teacher. It was clear that Satoru was poised to do just that, fueled by his intense enthusiasm.
Satoru continued to speak and babble about the phoenix, telling yaga and shoko how powerful they would become if they were to cook and eat the phoenix, while Suguru let out a resigned sigh and turned his eyes away. Suguru had an initial plan to have his powerful cursed spirits subdue and incapacitate the phoenix, but unfortunately for him, they were killed for some unknown reasons.
These grade one cursed spirits were incredibly strong and not easy to defeat, so how did they get killed? The mystery of who had killed his cursed spirits lingered in Suguru's mind, causing his brows to furrow as a sense of unease settled in. His throat constricted imperceptibly, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Satoru's waist, but the man didn't seemed bothered as he was too deep in telling shoko and yaga what they found in the Forrest.
“I swear! There's a phoenix in the forest and it was talking too!” He raised his hands and utilized dramatic gestures to emphasize his point.
“Oh yeah?”
Shoko drawled, showing her interest in Satoru's statement. However, a closer examination of her eyes revealed doubt about the truthfulness of satoru's words. It was clear that she did not believe him, as it seemed far-fetched to think that someone like Satoru, who seemed immature and is a total manchild, had actually encountered a talking phoenix in the forest. After all, phoenixes are mythical creatures and they are extinct and animals can't speak.
Therefore, it was likely that Satoru was simply dreaming. Shoko's gaze shifted to Suguru, noticing his discomfort and the disoriented look on his face, as if he was deep in thought. This observation caused Shoko to raise her brows, questioning whether Satoru's story could be true after all.
Humoring Satoru, Shoko asked, “How large was it?” This simple question made Satoru feel heard and acknowledged.
Puffing out his chest, Satoru exclaimed,
“It was huge!” He illustrated the size by making a wide circle motion with his hand.
“Like very huge!”
Yaga, feeling exasperated, questioned,
“Are you sure that this isn't just a dream?”
After listening to Satoru's verbose monologue for nearly thirty minutes, yaga had become extremely tired. Yaga observed Suguru's uncharacteristic silence, making yaga believe that there's something fishy happening.
The relentless rambling had started to erode Yaga's confidence in Satoru's credibility, making it challenging for him to believe in the veracity of his words—especially since satoru's words were delivered poorly.
“I swear I'm not lying!” Satoru insisted defensively, his jaw tensing slightly. Why is it so difficult for them to trust him? Is their faith in him so fragile? It is quite baffling, because if only Yaga would have faith in him, they could successfully capture the phoenix, cook it, and enjoy a lavish feast!
Who wouldn't be excited about having a mythical creature like the phoenix as their meal? After all, the phoenix supercharged version of chicken.
Why is it so hard for them to grasp the potential powers they could acquire by eating the phoenix? Satoru was dumbfounded by the inability of the others to comprehend his plan. While he was trying to be strategic, they dismissed his ideas as mere fantasies. It was truly frustrating for him to witness such narrow-mindedness.
Satoru shifted his gaze towards suguru, hoping that his friend's word would hold more weight in the situation. suguru had always been known for his honesty and reliability, qualities that could potentially sway others' opinions in their favor.
While satoru considered that his own credibility might not be enough to convince others, he felt confident that suguru's reputation would lend more credibility to their shared message. essentially, there was a slim possibility that yaga would be more inclined to trust suguru's account of events than satoru's.
“Suguru saw it too!” Satoru said, pulling the black haired man out of his thoughts.
“Uh... yes..” Suguru murmured in a low voice, his brows knitting as Satoru gradually shifted his weight and leaned closer, the warmth of his back pressing into Suguru's chest.
“See? Even suguru knows it!”
“You're blackmailing him,” Yaga spoke in a flat tone, observing Suguru's unease and coming to the conclusion that Satoru was likely pressuring the man for some reason.
“I would never do such a thing!” Satoru denied vigorously, shaking his head, feeling offended.
“Well, in reality, you might,” Shoko chimed in, a smile playing on her lips as she leaned her head in her palms in intrigue.
“You blackmailed utahime-senpai back then, so who's to say that you won't blackmail geto?” Shoko pointed out as her mind drifted back to the time when Satoru had wielded a juicy piece of blackmail against Utahime after catching her in the midst of doing some bizarre ritual while wearing a cult mask. As the memory resurfaced, Satoru swiftly interjected,
“That was back then”
“He did what?” Yaga's voice cut through the room like a dagger, his eyes boring into Shoko. The air crackled with tension as she met his gaze with a nonchalant shrug, her fingers deftly weaving intricate braids in her hair.
“He blackmailed Utahime-senpai,” Shoko confessed with a chill grin dancing on her lips.
“Gojo,” Yaga uttered in a low, warning tone.
A deep groan escaped Satoru as he shifted uneasily, the vein on his neck pulsating with frustration. He clenched his fists, feeling a surge of irritation at the changing dynamics of their conversation. Satoru was in no mood to dwell with a topic consisting utahime.
“Come on! Let's just shift our focus back to the phoenix,” Satoru pleaded, his exasperation palpable.
“But i assure you guys, I have no intentions of resorting to blackmail, Suguru.” His words were tinged with a hint of grumbling discontent. Shoko couldn't help but chuckle softly at the exchange, finding amusement in the banter unfolding before her.
Sensing the escalating tension, Suguru let out a weary sigh, his patience waning as he longed for the ordeal to reach its resolution.
“Seems like someone's on the verge of tears,” he remarked with an air of exasperation, unable to suppress his frustration any longer.
“Crybaby.”
Satoru’s gasp of mock offense filled the air in response to the taunt.
“HUH? you're supposed to be on my side!” Satoru whined.
“you know what? Suguru, just speak up and tell em'!” Satoru said, his succulent lips curved into a petulant pout, and his long, white lashes fluttered as he fixed his imploring gaze on Suguru.
Suguru's brow knitted in confusion as he reached a hand to knead the tense knots in his neck, feeling the stress of the situation coil like a viper within him. “Tell them what?” he questioned dumbly.
“That I'm tellin' the truth”
“This is stupid” Yaga let out a deep sigh, filled with exasperation, as he watched Satoru seemingly wasting their precious time. The exaggerated claims made by Satoru, such as talking about a speaking phoenix, sounded so far-fetched and unrealistic to Yaga. The idea of cooking and eating a phoenix seemed particularly foolish and nonsensical to him too.
“It is, sensei.”
Shoko agreed, her indifference palpable as she lounged on her chair, feigning interest while observing the unfolding drama.
“UGH! If you guys won't believe me then just ask suguru!”
Suguru was completely unprepared and struggled to find the right words, his mouth moving—closing and opening as if he were a fish out of water. He shifted his eyes away, unsure of how to properly convey the situation. Yaga, Shoko, and Satoru watched him closely, their eyes fixed on him as they waited for a response from him.
“Well?” Yaga tapped his foot.
“Why me?” suguru asked them with narrowed eyes, mouth dipping down into a frown, shoulders slouching in tension.
“Nevermind,” he muttered, a strained yet bemused smile playing on his lips as he endeavored to maintain a facade of composure.
“Satoru is telling the truth,” Suguru finally affirmed, his gaze sincere as he sought to convey his conviction to the skeptics before him.
“You're only defending him because he's your bestfriend ” Yaga said, the skepticism evident in his tone while watching suguru poke Satoru's cheek with his forefinger, the pads of suguru's fingers lightly traced the curve of satoru's jawline as he looked at yaga, a small smirk forming in his lips.
“It's true though. You guys should see it for yourself.”
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𝐏𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒:
𝟎𝟎𝟏.Ataraxia’s given necklace
So the necklace is specifically made to protect [Name], it won’t get triggered if [Name] was fighting, but it will get triggered if [Name] is gonna die from the attack that she was about to receive.
𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒:
𝟎𝟎𝟏.The fight only lasted for about 3 minutes and it was really fast, just kind of placed sn expanded version of the cringe fight or whatever.
𝟎𝟎𝟐.Toji had mistaken [Name] for his worm because [Name] ended up shapeshifting into toji's worm unintentionally and coincidentally, he also doesn't know that it's not his worm because he doesn't know the difference, save for the smell.
𝟎𝟎𝟑.When toji said that "you finished eating" it means that the worm had finished feeding on whatever dead animal/human is on the forest because the forest [Name] was in is sort of a suicide forest.
𝟎𝟎𝟒.Toji's real worm was still eating.
𝟎𝟎𝟓.Yaga accepted after hearing the 2 hour explanation of suguru and sent the first years to confirm whether there really is a phoenix.
𝟎𝟎𝟔.Red was released after two minutes because gojo kept on getting distracted
🔪 || 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒
╰┈➤ ; 𝟎%
—𝐒atoru is already imagining how you would taste<3. He begged to join yu and kento in searching for you in the forest, but kento didn't want him to join them.
╰┈➤ 𝟓% (𝐔𝐩 𝟑%)
—𝐒uguru was already having suspicions about you, he asked if you were a creation of yaga but the older male said no, and suguru was very much starting to have thoughts that you're not really a phoenix, and he was starting to suspect that you're a shapeshifter or something. (He watches theory videos about shapeshifting things)
╰┈➤ 𝟎%
—𝐓oji was confused because his worm is acting weird, though, he's still clueless that you're not actually his worm. He's still confused though, because you doesn't smell like his worm.
╰┈➤ 𝟐% (𝐔𝐩 𝟐%)
—𝐒hoko was intrigued by you. She wanted to see you. Or maybe she just wanted to conduct experiments on you. She still doesn't believe that you exist though.
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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄
Satoru is very much gonna act like a brat in here. Also, I'm kind of pissed at gege for giving my boy suguru an L. Like he nerfed suguru and all that, like giving all the attention and power to yuta, satoru and yuki but making suguru weak. It just pissed me off. I intend to make him powerful as he is, just like his and satoru's title as the “strongest”.
Anyways, It's kind of a thing in my country where we count toji as "maasim" (smelly) cause he seems like he doesn't take a bath or something HAHHAHA, and also, enjoy the readers life as toji's worm<3 (for now).
#𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐇’𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jujutsu kaisen#yandere jjk#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere satoru gojo#yandere gojo#yandere geto#yandere suguru geto#yandere nanami#yandere anime#yandere#yandere choso#yandere suguru geto x reader#yandere satosugu#yandere sukuna#yandere shoko#yandere toji#yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader
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Nobody:
Me at 3am:
#jujustu kaisen#nobara kugisaki#zenin maki#yuuta okkotsu#nobara x maki#maki x reader#jujutsu kaisen shoko#inumaki toge#jujutsu megumi#jjk nobara#yandere nanami kento#nanami kento#nanami kento drabble#nanami kento x reader#nanami imagine#nanami x reader#jjk nanami#jujutsu icons#jujutsu yuji
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Anime Women/Femme x Yandere!Reader
tw: yandere!reader, stalking, invasion of privacy, toxic relationship, toxic work relationship, not proofread
featured: csm, aot, jjk girlies
She loves giving you affection, she adores seeing the light in your eyes shoot up when she showered you in attention, holding your head in her palms, pulling you closer as she strokes your cheeks, or poking and pinching those cute plushy parts on your body. Telling you how pretty you look today, gently wrapping her arm around your wasit, giving you soft pecks up to your ear.
You think you were so sneaky spying and eavesdropping on her conversations or downtime, nabbing her personals, invading her life under the radar. Your lucky she wanted something so cute and pretty to play around with and tease and tell what to do unconditionally. And you were so, so warm.
She'll let you think you won her over with cute flirts, lovey dove dates, and territorial staring when one of her co-workers or long term friends would get to close, ...for now.
Makima, Shōko, Hange, Mikasa, Historia whoever your other lesbian faves
#luvr's drabbles#csm#aot#jjk#chainsaw man#chainsaw man x reader#makima x reader#attack on titan x reader#aot x reader#csm x reader#mikasa ackerman#mikasa ackerman x reader#historia x reader#hange zoe#hanji zoe#hange zoe x reader#shoko x reader#shoko ieiri#my works dont be makin sense frfr#yandere!reader
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Yandere! Satoru who’s just head over heels for Shoko and would do anything for her as she’s got him wrapped around her finger
Shoko knows that and she likes it, she likes the way Satoru can go from charming and friendly to being a complete and utter psychopath in the blink of an eye
#satosho#satoshoko#gosho#shoko x gojo#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#jjk satoru#jjk gojo#ieiri shoko#shoko ieiri#jjk shoko#jjk ieiri#satoshoko but they are both fucked up and VERY much in love with one another#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#yandere! satoru and enabler! shoko
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Yandere shoko Ieiri
(jujutsu kaisen)
I'm actually tired of having yan!gojo and yan!geto like give me some possessive yan! Shoko too. She comes in the the group too. And personally i think she'll be more manipulative than geto and more possessive than gojo . So enjoy some possessive manipulative yan!shoko.
Also thank you for 200 followers i never thought I'd gain this much(つ≧▽≦)つ.
Pairing: Yandere possessive shoko x Gn!reader.
Tw: yandere themes , suggestive ( not full explicit) themes, dark, stalking, somnophill shoko, disturbing graphics , Gore
"Sho... I'm sorry it's was my fault"
"Hmm what else "
"i shouldn't have yelled at you you were just trying to protect me".
"Hm..come here" shoko said as she opened her arms for you. You straight went into you're best friend welcoming arms and stick to her side , there was also her other friends gojo and geto as they gave you a 'wtf are you look'. Well not their fault as shoko never introduce her friends ever.
You're dating someone shoko" gojo satoru you assumed because of his white hair asked. "Um no she's my best friend...btw hello I'm y/n"
"Well hello sweetcheeks I'm goj-"
Yandere shoko who glares at gojo for even trying to call you a nickname . She tightens her grip on you when you said she's just your best friend.
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Yandere shoko who hated every time you call her your best friend instead of lover.
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Yandere shoko who without hesitation pay for your bills. She says she's just a normal medical student but you sometime doubt that.
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Yandere shoko who touches so gentle but all over you that you always shivers , she roamed her hand all over your body when you guys hug.
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Yandere shoko who stabbed and pluck out a guys eyes out because he was continuously looking at you at a party .
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Yandere shoko who threatened gojo and geto to not ever come for you or she'll seriously harm them.
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Yandere shoko have a spare key of your house because you gave her and said 'now that we're bffs you should have this' . She uses this key to get in your house at night and watches you sleep.
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Yandere shoko who light trace the silhouette of you body when your asleep and traces her hand between your thighs.
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Yandere shoko who sedates you with a sleeping drug when you're asleep and then slips her tongue in your mouth because you accidentally slept with your mouth open a bit .
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Yandere shoko who take your panties and masturbates with it while your just sleeping in front of her. She takes some dirty pairs from your laundry too with her.
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Yandere shoko who offers to sleep with you when you confront her about your missing thing and feeling of being watched, so you can feel safe.
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Yandere shoko who is the BIGGEST somnophill ever .
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Yandere shoko who killed a girl who recently tried to befriend you . She watched as you stood shocked seeing her in blood.
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Yandere shoko who offers you a maddening grin and says
" Now noone will come between us bunny , we're Bound together, forever, for eternity and after"
#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x gender neutral reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#yandere gojo#yandere geto#yandere shoko ieiri#yan! shoko#jujutsu kaisen yandere#yandere jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk x reader#jjk manga#jjk fanfic#jujutsu kaisen#jjk gojo#jjk geto#jjk shoko#yandere#yancore#dark#yandere imagines#yandere x y/n#yandere x reader#yandere x you
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Hell yea I’m going to Shoko if given the opportunity (I hope she doesn’t think she’s a rebound especially in the context of after finding out Geto cheated on you.
My only worry would be if stsg wanted you back and I know she’s intuitive enough to know they do without saying anything. Would she refuse? Protect you? Or would she just let them have you?
yall underestimate shoko too much. theres a reason shes friends with those two.
much like satosugu, shoko is just as obsessed with you, but she's a bit more dignified with it, and wont make it so obvious. Yeah she's crazy for you, but unlike satosugu, she won't stalk you, disrespect your boundaries or constantly lovebomb you.
When you're finally safe in her arms, and those two idiots are still pining after you, she's not gonna roll over. She'll tell them to back off, she'll be civil, for a time. But these men are stubborn. She's known that her entire life. Only death will make them give up on their obsession.
Eh. Satoru always said he wanted to live fast die young, right?
She has friends in dark places. It's no real issue to precure something oderless, tasteless, deadly. Administering it is the real issue, but once the hard part is over, she doesn't have to cover up the bodies. It's supposed to look like a tragic accident.
i fully believe that in a no curses au, Shoko would be the most dangerous out of the trio. shes a doctor. she's taken an oath 'do no harm', but she's more than willing to bend the rules for you.
#i feel in a no curses au#even satosugu would hesitate over murder#not our queen shoko:)#yandere jjk#dark jjk#dark satosugu#dark shoko#satosugu cheating au
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