Me When I Found @hitomisuzuya And We Became The Bestest Of Friends ✨😌 Putting Two Minds Alike Together

My Smut Soulmate made me some beautiful Yandere Xiao head canons ❤❤ 🤤

Yandere! Xiao NSFW Headcanons. Obsessive behavior. Smut. Dubcon. A mix of the usual shabang.

This is for @xxventiswindblumexx they had a bad night last night and I stayed up with them while I calmed my Roma down cause of the wind. And they always said they think Yandere is my best forte so here is an early #suzu after dark piece. @that-one-gay-writer1227 you were curious, yes?

Xiao just couldn't help himself when he first saw you chatting with one of your friends near Liyue Harbor.

He didn't usually venture into the Harbor, preferring to keep a low profile and move in the shadows.

All that changed the second he smelt you. The second he heard your voice. The second he saw you smile. The second your eyes met his in causal acknowledgment. The second he saw your fingers move when you tucked your hair behind your ear.

Xiao didn't think he would be so prone to quick infatuation and obsession. He thought both of those feelings were below an Adeptus to feel and they would serve him no purpose in protecting Liyue, so why would he need to pursue something romantic with anyone?

He spent hours puzzling out different ways to get your attention. "Hello," just wasn't going to cut it. You didn't deserve such a simple first meeting. Xiao really wanted to get your attention.

And then, he had his aha moment.

Xiao spent the next few months following you wherever you went. He studied everything about you. Your speech patterns, your mannerisms, the way your voice changed in pitch when you talked. He memorized it all, especially with how your body moved when you walked.

You even set up his lead in perfectly. "I am afraid of being outside after dark. Monsters scare me." You'd told your friend, who gave you a worried expression, apologizing when she told you that she couldn't walk you home like usual.

Xiao pounced on the opening. He cleared his throat. "If you are afraid of walking home by yourself at night, take a short cut through Stone Gate, you should be safe from any monsters." And with that, he was gone before you could even ask him who he was or thank him for the advice.

Too bad for you he lied. Stone Gate was always crawling with monsters at night. But don't worry, he would swoop right in like the knight in shining armor saving a damsel in destress. Then you'll have to notice him, right?

You would even show him gratitude. He couldn't wait.

The area was occupied with two Ruins Guards.

He dispatched them easily and quickly. He didn't want to scare you too much if he went all out to show off for you.

"Thank you, I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't saved me. What's your name?"

"Xiao," was all he said. He walked you home and made sure you were safe.

Actually he stayed there until sunrise.

Xiao started doing this every night now.

Soon it became a habit for him to mislead you innocently on purpose. But he needed you to depend on him. To be paranoid to even leave your home without him.

And each him he would come to your rescue at exactly the right moment.

Each time you asked him what you could do to repay him for always being around to keep you safe, and he told you not worry about it.

Xiao didn't feel bad for misleading you all the time. And you didn't suspect a thing. As the two of you got closer, he eventually moved right in with you like it was something natural.

It's what was supposed to happen.

It was nearly five months later that Xiao couldn't take hearing you ask him how you could thank him.

"If you insist on repaying me, then get down on your knees and pay me back with your mouth. I've been pent up for almost a year because of you."

With wide, doe eyes you did as he asked. Did he know how you felt about him? It was the most erotic moment of your life. At that point at least.

Xiao never thought he would hear himself moan so loud in ecstasy when you started sucking him off. "That's right, I knew you would. I know you aren't as innocent as you think you are. Now swallow, slut. The Conqueror of Demons deserves no less."

When you started moaning happily, your mouth making wet, sloppy noises, the vibrations on his cock made him grip your hair and control your pace, making you gag and cough until he cummed down your throat.

He used his fingers to push any cum that was left over on the corners of your mouth onto your tongue. Which was now his favorite part of your mouth.

Gift for my lovely smut soulmate @hitomisuzuya 🤭

Fatui!Scaramouche x Obsessive Fem reader

⚠Warnings⚠:Aphrodisiac usage, scaramouche being himself, degradion, yandere themes, dub-con

Scaramouche the 6th Fatui harbinger was a feared man, many horror stories circulated around what he's done and most would stay clear of him, normal people would but that's not you.

You know the risk of approaching him, approaching what's essentially an archon.

Who are you to even think of such activities? You're not much, an adventurer that's found their greatest adventure, the thrilling and exciting attempt to track down this Fatui Harbinger for yourself.

You don't even know what you'll say when you do get to him, that is if you're not killed instantly. Your fascination for this man started when you seen him once when traveling, you heard of him but couldn't believe how incredibly beautiful he was, his voice was even better. However at the time you where not asking for a death wish and made sure he didn't see you as he left with his agents. After planning for a few months you've successfully tracked down where he is and will be, it wasn't easy as he's a very secretive man. You packed what you'll need and headed out, Archons help you from being one shotted the moment he sees you.

After about of week of traveling you could see in the distance a camp in the forest, you stalk closer to see and the agents are a clear sign that a Fatui Harbinger was here, you just had to see which because running into Childe wasn't on your list of to-dos.

After a moment you seen him, Scaramouche. Your heart pounded once more, your body heating up in all the right places, it was like the first time again. He was speaking to some agents, about what you don't know, you could barely hear from the sound of your heart almost beating out of your chest. .. or maybe it was the adrenaline. Whatever it was the only thing you know is that you were going to talk to him, you'll take any chance to get a word in with him, even if it meant you have to get hurt... or die.

You waited for some of the agents to disburse, luckily for you he didn't like have others with him in that rather large tent he had set up for himself. Soon enough the agents slipped up, speaking to each other leaving you some space, a chance to dart to the tent without disturbance. That was what you did.

He turned rather quickly, his hands up ready to defend himself, it seems not many just dart in and he was ready to fight. However noticing you didn't have a weapon on you he didn't attack right away

"Who are you and why are you here? Speak now" he hissed with a harsh glare, you stood in shock in the fact that for one, you actually made it, you're here and two you're not dead yet.

"I-Im Y/N and... " you trailed off some, where you just going to say why you really came here, to fuck his brains out? Really? You didn't really think a lot, seeming your hormones speaking for you before logic.

He watched your body language carefully as he noticed you where far from a threat but still, kept his defense up.

"Don't tell me you came without reason, or maybe you're backing out now that you've gotten to see me? " He said with a snarky attitude, no, you couldn't back down now.

"No! I-Im not backing down, I came to.. " Speaking on your business wasn't going to happen, you was simply too nervous however you noticed with his cocky attitude he slipped on his defense, you took this chance to act, now or never right?

Your hands grabbing his face as your lips connect to his rather fast and harsh, his skin was cold to the touch. Of course he was taken back by this sudden move, sure he figured you would act but not like this, his hands grabbing yours and pushing you off. His breath seemed to have increased, his face blushing a deep pink as well as a bit of saliva on the corner of his mouth.

"What do you think you're doing!? " He was beyond flustered yet it seemed he didn't totally hate it. You couldn't respond with words, at least not easily only taking a step closer, he backed up into a table with papers on it.

"H-Hey! Wait a minute-" your lips once more connecting his as your body pressed against him, you've gotten too far to back down, however if he really didn't want you there you wouldn't be standing still so at least he didn't seem to hate it. This time he didn't push you off right away, kissing back but harsher as he flipped the two of you, your back hitting the wooden table as papers of plans went flying. His hands holding yours down, pinning them as he broke the kiss looking down at you, lust in his eyes.

"You're just some glorified pervert aren't you? Have you been following me, waiting to pounce like the bitch in heat you are" He hissed as he leaned down to you, his hand grabbing your throat "If we are doing anything here I'll be the one in control got it? " he spoke, his breath tickling your neck, all you could do was nod, earning a chuckle from him. His hands let go off you as they went to grab something, soon enough he put something in your mouth and pushed you over onto your back, a gasp escaped your mouth at the impact, he placed his knee in your lower region. A growl leaving his lips. He was enjoying this way too much to be honest.

"Now listen here slut and listen good, I'm not here to play games and I have all I need to make your life a living hell. Do you understand me?" He asked harshly as he used some rope to bind your wrists together before searching your pockets to make sure you truely didn't have anything to harm him with, only for him to pull out a small vile a glowing pink liquid "Aphrodisiacs? Really? " how did he know what it was? Either way you felt embarrassed for getting you even had it. Once your pockets was emptied and deemed not a threat he chuckled a little "You're quite pathetic arent you? How many did you think you where going to get me to consume this? " you were speechless now and he smirked as he pulled your hair to make sure you could see him "Soon you'll see what kind of authority youre challenging you whore" he spat the last word before he completely shredded your clothing, he had a lot more strength then expected for someone of his size, as you tried to cover yourself which was useless with your hands bound, he grabbed your wrists "Come on let's have some fun " his smirk growing, a low rumble left him "Just you wait I won't be gentle"

Your stomach and front side pressed against the rough wooden surface as your back end now out for him to see "Already so wet and ready for me, you really are a whore" he thrusts two slender fingers into your core harshly "I'm only making room for myself so don't get used it bitch" He said harshly as he added a third, not giving you time to really adjust, it was then when he seen a bit of blood he laughed "Oh Archons am I your first? Really you wanted me to be it? At least your have good tastes" pulling his fingers from you, licking the blood mixed with your juices off, his eyes glaring down at you. You could see how much he wanted to dominate you, to fuck you until you begged for mercy. He remembered something as he grabbed vile you had brought with you and took the top off before looking at you with a smirk "This should keep us busy for a while don't you think? I can already tell you're not ready for what you got yourself into" He flipped you onto your back before pushing the vile to your lips, almost forcing you to drink the aphrodisiac. Once done he discarded it to the side as his hands wondered your body, it didn't take long before the effects started to work on you, your body heating up more then ever as your breathing picked up its pace. You however had a small devious idea, an idea that can get you possibly killed but you held a bit of the liquid in your mouth, hidden so when he came in for a harsh you managed to push it into his mouth causing him to swallow it out of surprise, pulling back quickly to wipe his mouth with his sleeve. You could see the anger in his eyes before they softened, he laughed "Oh you dirty little bitch!"

Only a small smirk adorned on your face, now playing his little game, he pushed onto your stomach once more harshly as he he chuckled lowly "You know I thought about going slow at first, sure not for long but giving you some time to adjust.. " you felt his tip press against your core teasingly, you moaned out "But for that.. I'm going to go as harsh as I want to, to use your whore body for myself as my little toy" he said as he slammed himself in fully, bottoming out. You yelped and groaned in slight pain however the aphrodisiac helped numb it into pleasure . Your nails digging into the rope, you closed your eyes.

And he began to pound into you with full force, every stroke feeling as though you'd be ripped apart. Each one bringing you further to your climax, your eyes clenched tightly as he pounded deeper than you've ever felt, it' almost as if his entire being wanted to hurt you, as if he craved to be inside you as he continued to slam into you hard, the sound of a few men outside yelling as they thought he was being attacked only for him to snap at them before they could come in "Take one step in this tent and you'll all see your maker! " They didn't need to be told twice backing away leaving the two of you alone.

His hands gripping your hips as his nails dug into your skin leaving marks, you could feel small shocks of his electro through his finger tips adding more pleasure. His hips moving faster as you cried out, your voice coming out as whimpers, tears pricking you as he pumped in and out of you, each thrust sending chills through you. As he slowed down after a couple minutes and stopped slamming into you, both of your bodies shaking, sweat dripping down your faces.

"S-Scara-" A particularly hard thrusts cut you short of speaking as he growled "Don't fucking call me that like were friends, call me master" he hissed at you as he kept thrusting "I could fucking kill you bitch! Watch your damn words" Another heavy thrust made you moan and babble incoherently against the table

"I.. I didn't mean t..to.. ah... ah.. " you couldn't finish your sentence as he kept pounding into you, you were panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath, your head turning some to look at him, his eyes were filled with lust and anger, his teeth gritted as he continued to pound into you.

You could feel him twitch in you, he was close so close<br />

"Call me master! " he demanded, no ordered you. You whimpered slightly as he gave another violent thrust causing you to scream out loudly as it came "Nnnngghhhh! Master!!!" he slammed into you again as you screamed. both yours and his body trembling and sweating heavily as he released into you, still thrusting but not near as hard, pushing his seed further into you, some dripping down your leg.

Once it passed you where panting as you laid down staring at the ceiling unable to move or speak, your vision blurring as sleep consumed you.

The first thing you saw was Scaramouche putting something onto your neck, it felt like leather, and hearing a few words he spoke ".. my pet... "

Obsessed with Corruption Venti and I'm so angry I can't find any fan fictions for him 😤

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Happy Birthday Scaramouche!

Here's a quick smut I made with the help of my smut soul mate @hitomisuzuya

⚠WARNING⚠:Kidnapping, Obsessive, Stalking, Breeding, Yandere tendacies, collar usage, bondage.

It was a dark night, the air heavy with anticipation. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows across the room, as if hinting at the secrets it held. Tonight was no ordinary night—it was Scaramouche's birthday.

You had always known Scaramouche, your college acquaintance, to be a mysterious and brooding figure. He had a habit of lurking in the shadows, watching you from afar, an enigmatic presence that never failed to pique your curiosity. There was something about the way he carried himself, the way his gaze lingered upon you, that stirred emotions deep within your core.

His melancholic demeanor, though unconventional, only made you feel more cherished. To be the recipient of such unwavering attention from a man who rarely smiled was a privilege you held dear. It was as if, in those rare moments when his lips curved upwards, the world stood still and the warmth of his smile illuminated your very being.

But tonight, as the clock struck midnight, a shift in the atmosphere was palpable. The room seemed to hold its breath as Scaramouche approached, shedding his layers of mystery along with his clothing. His presence was both alluring and intimidating, a potent combination that sent shivers down your spine.

You should've seen this coming really, the way he watches over you so often, you now find yourself tied and naked in his bed, dark purple ropes tired your body like a piece of art, your neck adorned a special collar, you could hear the jingle from Scaras outfit as he entered the room with a sly smirk, his electric eyes trained on your exposed and aroused form, despite all the red flags he was just so..addicting.

As his eyes locked onto your exposed and vulnerable form, a devious smirk graced his lips. The dark purple ropes that adorned your body accentuated the artistry of his control, a visual testament to the power he held over you. It was a sight that would have sent alarm bells ringing for anyone else, but for you, it only fueled the flames of desire.

Despite the occasional pain that accompanied your connection with Scaramouche, it was an addiction you couldn't resist. You craved the intoxicating mix of pleasure and pain, the way it made your heart race and your senses come alive. You were willing to dive headfirst into the depths of his darkness, knowing that it was within those shadows that you found your own twisted version of happiness.

And as Scaramouche hovered over you, his aroused form mirroring your own, the room filled with an electric tension. His words, dripping with both contempt and adoration, filled the air. This was his special birthday present, a gift that showcased your complete surrender to his desires.

In this precarious dance between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, you couldn't help but revel in the knowledge that you had the power to make Scaramouche, the enigmatic figure who held your heart, blush.

"such a pathetic whore, all bare for me, such a sweet birthday present you gotten me" he purred as he hovered over you, his cock efrect and standing proud, leaking precum at the sight, he's been watching you for so long, fishing his cock at the sight, sometimes to your panties when he can steal them, and now on his birthday, a day he hated before, now become a bittersweet event with you around as his bittersweet love. His eyes never leaving your skin as he slid the tip of his tongue into your welcoming opening, he groaned softly at your wetness, he loved the taste of you on his tongue. This is something you shared, your passion and affection for each other, you two were inseparable, you two made each other stronger and happier than ever before. You squirmed and moaned feeling his tongue roughly lick and push into your pussy, his thumb rubbing your clit harshly, his eyes trained to look at yours while he ate you out, wanting to see you squirm before him. You had such pretty eyes, and he loved your eyes, they suited you perfectly, he liked how they sparkled and twirled around your cheeks when you were excitedly giggling at him, he liked how your hair framed your face nicely, but his favorite feature were your lips, they were pouty and seductive, you entirely entranced him.

As the tendrils of pleasure coursed through your body, that tightly wound knot within you finally unraveled. It was an explosive release, crashing onto his tongue with a fervor that matched the intensity of his grip on your trembling thighs. His nails, like tiny daggers, dug into the plushness of your skin, leaving imprints of passion. With an insatiable hunger, he eagerly lapped up your essence, savoring every drop, before parting his lips from your nether region.

In that moment, his fiery gaze met yours, his tip teasingly pressing against your yearning entrance. The hunger in his eyes mirrored the desperation in your voice as you babbled, your words stumbling over one another. "Please!" you pleaded, your voice dripping with need. It was a command he could no longer resist. With an uncontrollable desire, he pulled your collar, urging you to sit upon his throbbing cock.

The impact was jarring, an electrifying collision of pleasure and pain. A guttural groan escaped his lips as his hips thrust upward, impaling you with a primal force. The symphony of moans echoed in the room as his thrusts became more frenzied, his hips bucking with an untamed rhythm. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, glistening like tiny jewels, as his orgasm neared.

But he was not the type to leave you unsatisfied. With an iron grip on your hips, he angled his cock just so, hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. Each collision sent shockwaves of ecstasy coursing through your body, demanding that you succumb to the pleasure. Mewling and writhing beneath him, you couldn't help but call out his name, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips.

As the waves of your orgasm crashed over you once again, your slick gushed, drenching him in your ecstasy. His groans mixed with your cries, creating a harmony of release. His lips, like a magnet drawn to your skin, found their way to your neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses and eager bites. His cock twitched, throbbing with an intensity matched only by the depth of his desire, as his cum spilled inside you, marking you as his own.

Slowly, he pulled away, his breaths heavy and ragged. The room seemed to fill with a hushed stillness, broken only by the symphony of your panting. Exhaustion washed over you, leaving you feeling lightheaded, as your head found solace on his broad chest.

Whispering words of love, he caressed your hair, kissing the top of your head with tenderness. "You are mine," he murmured, his voice a gentle lullaby. "You always will be, my sweetheart. And I promise, you will never have to worry about anyone hurting you, because I am always here." His words, like a soothing melody, lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

As his breathing steadied, growing lighter, you found comfort in his embrace. Together, you drifted into the realm of dreams, finding solace in the arms of love.

I'll be uploading seen of my stories from Wattpad after editing them! I'm posting this so that no one thinks they're stolen, I did write them but they're old and need reediting, like years old so yeah 🥲.

I draw and write off an on! My requests for both is open! Heres some of my art!

My requests are open! I'm mainly doing genshin type stories! I can do NSFW, SFW, I can also do a lot of different kinks and pretty open to all ideas!

I also like to make animations and draw in my free time, here's one I've been working on but haven't fully put together yet, definitely a big WIP. I was working on a picture for the animation but still working on it, thought you guys might like it!

Someone send me requests for genshin because I need a reason to be distracted from my animation 😭 it's killing me, been at it for hours now. Pic of his smirking ass 🙄

Re-edited Johnny's picture! 😊 #ocart #myoc #originalcharacter #digitalart https://www.instagram.com/p/CdQpmvWgtl5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

I love your writing! May I request a Gojo x Curse Femreader smut? 🥺 maybe like where he uses his usual playboy tactics on her? Thank you! ❤

thank you for reading and liking my stuff! hope you enjoy this, had a lot of fun with it. thanks @kyokokittykat for looking it over as usual <3 bon appetit freaks :P 

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warnings: MINORS DNI - noncon, fingering, humiliation, reader called a whore, gagging, pinning, edging, mention of blood, autassassinophilia, mention of a dead body, curse reader, gojo being a bitch etc.etc. (eg: activating his domain expansion in reader’s pussy sjsjsksksks)

For a special grade curse, you’d think you’d be a little smarter.

Since you were the highest class of curse, you had the intellect of a human so you could communicate just as well as the next person. You also took on a human physique so you blended quite well with the crowd. However, if somebody were to take a good look underneath your bangs - granted they had the ability to see you - they’d see you were hiding a small set of horns. Most humanoid curses had some kind of body modification, yours being protruding bone structures that you could regrow, lengthen, and remove from your body to attack.

As a curse you never had anything to do, per se. You’d heard rumblings about Mahito working with a Jujutsu sorcerer to unleash some havoc or other, but you weren’t interested in accomplishing any kind of goal. You didn’t have any motivation to release some kind of great evil upon the world, but that’s not to say you wouldn’t scare the crap out of a random kid who wandered around your territory.

You technically could leave the sanctuary of your abandoned church if you wanted to. Special grades had ways to get out of their bindings to the places they were born, but you never bothered. You were - for all that concerned you - happy. You had a whole building to yourself and anyone who dared disturb you would surely pay the consequences. You tried to keep quiet so as not to invite any sorcerers to your realm. There was one problem, though: you were keeping one of Sukuna’s fingers.

You were kicking yourself now for not chucking it into a lake somewhere. You wanted no business with such things. Although it would have granted you great power, you knew if Sukuna ever came looking for it you wouldn’t stand a chance of fending him off. There was also Gojo Satoru, another person you didn’t want looking for the artifact.

Every curse with some kind of consciousness was petrified of the guy. You had heard him and his students were collecting the fingers so when you realized your predicament you couldn't hold back a shiver.

You didn’t even know you were in possession of one until you accidentally uncovered it after throwing a wandering pedestrian against the wall causing some of the brick to break and reveal a precariously wrapped box. You sensed the power as soon as the wall crumbled, so why did you open it if you knew it was trouble? These humans and their damn curiosity are rubbing off on me you thought as you gazed at the unconscious person on the floor. They were motivated by the same curiosity you were moments ago when they stumbled across your abandoned ruins. And now look at what fate has brought them - you swallowed fearing what would become of you.

You knew every curse and sorcerer within a mile radius would be after you soon, your quiet peace compromised by this decaying finger. You thought about throwing it away, but remnants of the scent and power would still remain for a while, long enough for enemies to invade your space.

All you could do was wait.

He came at night. The eccentric cathedral door creaked open loudly, followed by slow, crisp footsteps that were radiated by the acoustics of the church. The door closed behind him, the only light in the place was through the stained glass windows. You could barely make out his figure from where he was standing, but you’d recognize that uniform and sly smile anywhere.

You had hoped it was Sukuna who had found you out because at least you shared a commonality and perhaps he would be kind enough to make you his slave instead of killing you outright. But a Jujutsu Sorcerer had no such kindness; you were simply a pest that needed to be exterminated.

“My, my!” he sang, “what do we have here? You’re very pretty for a curse, beautiful even.” His tone lacked sincerity and he spoke in the most syrupy voice, you nearly gagged in disgust thinking that silly mortal women would fall for such cheap chivalry.

“State your claim, sorcerer,” you said stiffly. “I haven’t caused any trouble, you have no reason to be here.” “Oh?” he said, taking another step forward. “And who’s this? A friend?” He gestured towards the bloody unconscious body buried head first in the wall. Oops, forgot to hide them.

You bite your lip at your own stupidity. “That was not my fault, they entered my territory. The same will happen to you if you don’t leave immediately.” You were doing your best to scare him off so you wouldn’t have to fight him but it seemed you were only amusing him. He took another few steps forward and smiled a little wider when you took equal steps back.

“I wonder about that. You seem nervous. I can make your end fast if you cooperate.”

“Cooperate?” you ask, feigning ignorance.

“I think you know why I’m here. Sitting on one of Sukuna’s fingers doesn’t sound like staying out of trouble, does it, Miss - uh, what did you say your name was again?”

“I didn’t. And I don’t have a finger, I don’t want anything to do with that thing.”

He was nearly a foot away from you when he started to chide at you. “Tsk tsk, my you lie quite a bit. That isn’t a very good look for you Miss Curse.” “Don’t call me that! How dare you disrespect me in my own home.” “Fine then, sweetheart. How about that?”

You realized that you would not be able to talk your way out of this one so you took a leap of faith and lunged forward to attack. Even with his eyes concealed he was strong - it was as if he knew what you were going to do before you actually did it. You were blindingly fast with a jab of your horn, but he sidestepped just as quickly and grabbed your weapon with his bare hand.

“Please, you’re only embarrassing yourself. Where is it?”

“I told you -” you try another attack “- I don’t have it!”

The universe must have been against you tonight because as you leaped forward again, Sukuna’s dead finger fell out of your pocket, right in front of your enemy’s foot.

He smiled silently, but giddily; you were certain this cruel grin would be the last thing you saw.

But you refused to give in to this cocky, incompetent, pathetic human. Instead of admitting defeat, you stepped on the finger with your foot to prevent Gojo from picking it up. He looked surprised for a moment - but only for a moment.

His smile returned. “Boy you really are a stubborn thing aren’t you? I don’t usually give curses this many chances, I must really like you.”

“I wish I could say the same thing about you.”

“Ha! Good one. Now hand it over sweetheart.”

“No.”

He sighed and lifted a hand towards his blindfold. You jerked back hard enough to almost move your foot off the lost artifact, but you caught yourself just in time. You’d heard about the blue oblivions he kept behind that dark fabric; more importantly, you knew what they were capable of. The Gojos possess the art of the Six Eyes, an ocular jujutsu unlike any other. If this was going to be your last stand it would most certainly be painful.

It’s like staring into a void. Both full of colour yet full of nothing; they hid in plain sight under the moonlight. They were the same hue as the sky on a calm sunny day but never once had you looked up at the sky and felt nothing. He may be wearing a smile but you couldn’t see a hint of it in those eyes.

You were stunned in place staring into his blue orbs, back against the wall, foot still on Sukuna’s finger. “You know,” he says, piercing his gaze into yours, “without my blindfold I can see the flow of cursed energy much more clearly.”

You stutter out an “A-and?”

“And I can see where yours is concentrated. I knew you were a sweet thing.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Eyes still fixed on yours, he plants his palm next to your head against the wall. You can’t peel your eyes off of him so you don’t see his hand trail up your hip, but you do welp when you feel a cold finger trace around your lower stomach. Never in your hundreds of years of haunting this world have you ever felt so small and insignificant. You want to be furious at how much he’s ridiculed you, disrespected you, belittled you, but you can’t bring yourself to place the anger.

All you feel is fear, with a hint of lust.

Okay, a lot of lust.

“I’m talking about right here.” He rubs gentle but forbidding circles on your abdomen as he speaks to you. His hands are cold but the heat in your core brings warmth to your lower body; his fingers tingle as he touches you.

“Get off me” you hiss. Finally the anger is beginning to seethe out as you find the will to extend your other horn. This time, you actually hit him - or well you think you did. He doesn’t flinch when the bone makes contact, but when you squint you can see there is actually about a centimetre clearance between his body and your weapon.

“It’s called ‘Limitless’,” he tells you, unsurprised by your attack. “It’s like a barrier. In other words, you can’t touch me…”

He moves his hand dangerously close to your aching cunt.

“... but I can touch you.”

You growl again at his advance and try another attack but he doesn’t humour you by letting you complete it this time. Your hands are caught before you can move them more than three inches and are pinned to the wall.

“You won’t be needing those, don’t worry.”

“You son of a -” your words are cut off by Gojo's blindfold being stuffed into your mouth. Drool forms around the thick fabric as you struggle to move it. He deftly ties it around your head.

“Mm that’s better.” He drags his gaze down your body, ignoring the cries coming from your mouth. You watch him through wide eyes as he drinks up the sight of your body squirming against the wall trying pathetically to free yourself from him. The hand on your abdomen moves smoothly up and down your torso, eventually stopping at your breasts. You shiver every time he moves his hand; partly from the coldness of his fingers, partly from the pleasure.

He ghosts a hand over your tits, moving the fabric covering them to expose you. “Truly,” he breathes, “I’ve never seen anything quite like you. Such a shame I have to kill you.”

Your eyes furrow in anger, your face tense from fighting against the gag. Drool drips down your jaw, slowly covering your chest in spit. Your tits glisten from the wetness, sparkling almost as much as his eyes.

It's strange, your predicament. For a supernatural being with extraordinary power, you crumbled so quickly. Because you experience human emotion - or as close to human emotion as you can get for a curse - things like lust and infatuation and arousal weren't necessarily foreign to you. That much you could understand: Gojo was attractive and confident, qualities both mortals and otherworldly creatures could appreciate. But there was something else about this situation that sparked your arousal that you could put a finger to if you willed yourself hard enough, but you didn't want to admit it.

You didn't want to admit that although this man was supposed to be your enemy, and although he could kill you with a cross of his fingers if you like, part of you wanted to be subject to such cruelty, no matter how sick it may be.

Maybe you provoked him so much because you wanted him to kill you.

“I have to restrain myself though," he says, "since I’m working. If I go any further I don’t think I could stop.” He leaves your nipples to harden from the cool air. They pulse lightly from neglect - although you hate him, you’d wish he’d do you the courtesy of touching you properly.

That thought is stopped when his long fingers trail back down to your abdomen, this time meeting the apex of your thighs.

“Although,” he continues, “I think I can afford a little fun.”

He teases you, rubbing you with two fingers over your core. You try to scream to make him stop but your pussy tells a different story. He can feel the wetness already. He somehow has forced your body into submission against your will; that kind of power is more terrifying than any curse is capable of.

He laughs mockingly. “You’re weak, aren’t you?”

You struggle in his grasp. You don’t even care about killing him right now, you are just desperate to get him off you before he -

“Ah, so wet for me. Little whore.” He’s knuckle deep in your sobbing pussy before you can register what he’s doing. Gojo slowly moves his way steadily towards the back of your wall, immediately finding your spongy nerves. He pets it thoughtfully, feeling around the sensitive area, relishing in the shaking of your legs.

The little fight you have left is spent trying to formulate coherent words through the cloth, but it’s to no avail. You can’t even free yourself from his strong grasp to extend another horn. Your immortal, all powerful body is whittling away to nothing. It’s utterly humiliating.

He pumps at that agonizingly slow pace for what feels like hours. It’s weird because as lewd as the imagery of you pinned to a wall dripping on another man’s fingers may be, there was something awfully clinical about it. His eyes were patronizing, not in an alluring kind of way, but in a threatening “I dare you” kind of way. On top of that, his hands were feeling around your gummy walls almost mechanically as if he were searching for something. Where he lacked passion he made up for in skill and precision, leaving you on the edge just with his two fingers.

You almost didn’t notice it but you felt a sudden stretch of your walls, like he was scissoring inside you. But then you looked around the room and saw stars - not just from him fingering you into oblivion, but actual oblivion.

He wasn’t scissoring you, he was crossing his fingers.

He didn’t say anything, he didn’t need to. You knew your predicament. He had activated his domain expansion so there was no way you could dodge his attacks. Not that there is much you can do while gagged and pinned to a wall but still.

He keeps his fingers deep inside you, untangling them and curving them back to the way they were so he could go back to hitting your G-spot.

You were terrified from the suspense of not knowing when he was going to attack under his barrier, and you began to realize that may have been his intention. Perhaps he had just activated it to scare you, to remind you that you are so incredibly weak that although he could kill you at any moment, he chose to finger you in the middle of a church to get you to succumb to him.

And it worked. You were on the edge of an orgasm, desperately trying to suppress the tension when you had squirmed and accidentally lifted your foot off Sukuna’s finger. When you realized what you had done your eyes went wide as Gojo swooped down to pick it up. He winked as he removed his hands from your wrists, allowing blood to flow to your hands again. He lazily removed his fingers from you and the darkness of the room vanished, undoing his expansion. He walked away with his hands in his pocket, whistling as if he was taking a stroll through the park.

“W-wait!” Frustration rushed over you as you breathlessly called after him, half-hoping he would turn around to finish what he started. You untied your gag, trying to hurry after him.

“Oh that? You can keep it, I have my glasses,” and with that he opened the door of the church to leave. He placed a hand on the handle and before leaving said: “I’ll still have to kill you, you know, I’ll be back. I wouldn’t move if I were you, though I doubt you could walk far anyways in your state.” He closes the door just as you throw one of your horns at him, impaling the wood with a hard crack. You were left in your abandoned sanctuary breathless and terrified, weeping in the desperate, helpless body you were chained to.