For Fucks Sake, Put Your Flesh Chandelier Away For Five Seconds [CWs: Lobotomy, Cannibalism, Outdated Medical Practices]

[cynnabnnuy]

Okay- yes, he was definitely honored (kinda) by the offer, but... how the hell does he explain his predicament? Sure, Gojo had a pussy too, but he was very clearly different, and he was pretty sure what little bottom growth he did have wasn't going to compete. Still, taking a slow, cautious trek in when commanded by the man, not wanting what he'd done to the unconscious teen to happen to him too. He didn't have experience with this sort of thing, though! He didn't even change in school locker rooms- instead locking himself in one of the stalls for any semblance of privacy.

Not that they'd care, of course, but he didn't... above all else, he didn't want to mess up, honestly. His first day in grippy sock jail and he gets accosted and humiliates himself with the man that'd saved him from his cousin and his... maybe-daughter? The thought sounded horrifying. Maybe even worse than his trial. At least in that, he didn't have to deal with the press and people accosting him anytime soon, but now? He had no clue how often the man worked and how he'd treat him. The uncertainty was the worst part, making the twist of arousal painfully obvious in flushed features and a shaky breath. Although- with the comment on his response, he figured he could make a decent educated guess that it wouldn't be good. Yet, it didn't make him stop. That definitely said something about him, something he didn't want to think about right now. Or ever!

He took a sharp breath at her comment, though, faltering and stumbling over his own legs slightly before nearly choking on his own breath. "N-no! I- well- kinda, but not in the way you think?" Mumbling under his breath, he stepped up to the bed, brows knit as he chewed at his lip. "Uhm... you are really pretty, though! I d-don't really know if I could do whatever you're thinking of, but-" His words stopped when Toji spoke again, his brain reeling at the potential while his breath stuck in his throat before he shrugged, looking down as he wrapped his arms around his stomach. "I... I'm man enough! I just- I..." There wasn't really a good way to explain it in his mind, so he opted not to, instead nodding at the question before adding on carefully. "But if you want to cum, I'll do what I can to help? Even if it's n-not much-" Smooth. Good job buddy, you definitely aren't humiliating yourself.



The moan was perfect, easily displaying he had the boy well beyond where he wanted him, and making him even more determined to hear more. His eyes were half-lidded, observant as he watched him. There was something about Megumi placing a hand on him for stability, though, his lips tugging into a small smirk as he glanced at it. He could practically hear the kid's gears turning, his mind debating on some pointless thoughts telling him to not listen, and he was on the brink of saying something. Thankfully he didn't, any words more likely to ruin the opportunity than get him closer to the scent making him drool. The boy was so close he could practically taste the salt of his sweat, his skin, the blood taunting him with its visage on the pretty cheeks...

He gave a soft smile when the muzzle was undone, deceptively sweet as he adjusted his jaw before he leaned in. His lips parted on the way, just barely before he pressed into the crook of his neck. "Such a sweet prince..." Murmuring against his throat before peppering slow pecks up the skin, he climbed his way to Megumi's cheek, then the corner of his lips. There, he paused, lips just barely brushing over his before he leaned closer, hands moving where they could to support the other as he kissed him, chest to chest to eradicate the distance between them as entirely as possible. His lips were a bit rough, although entirely from him chewing at them until they bled rather than being chapped.

With his body pressed to the teen's, though, he hummed softly against his lips, nipping gently before licking slightly in a mock apology. He wanted more, wanted to taste more, but he kept himself to a... somewhat slow pace as he smoothed over the mouth provided. All of his instincts were screaming for a bite, even just a little- just enough to draw blood somewhere, under his shirt, the inside of his thigh, anywhere, but he kept back, kept pushing their lips together as he waited. He'd be patient... After all, what fun would it be if the boy never returned?

[DirtyDeku]

"And what, become like every other bimbo my age?" She scoffs. Was being polite necessarily a bimbo thing? Not really, but Toji reaped what he sowed in both of his children. One of them wasn't afraid to get mouthy and probably got into cat fights frequently, and the other was emotionless and closed off to the world. It was easier refuse any emotions than getting worked up, having a meltdown, repeating. Tsumiki didn't get half the shit Megumi did from Toji, but even if she did she would either sort of like it or whip it right back at him with shrill screams and gouging flesh with manicured fingernails. He was already some sort of weak to her-- most men were, after all, and she was very aware of how to use that to her benefit.

"I-I-I-- Shut up and do something, fuckin' freakshow," She mocks, shooting a particularly unpleasant glare over her shoulder at Yuta. Jeez. Hell hath no fury like a woman aroused, or something like that. She pushes herself back onto Toji's finger, half-assedly fucking herself as she waited for Yuta to saddle on up. Not in the way she thinks? The fuck is that supposed to mean? Either he could make her cum or not. Can't be mostly vegan. "Do you have a pussy or what? I don't care, just get over here and prove you're a man."

Meanie. The fact that she hasn't gotten her shit pushed in is honestly kind of surprising, considering she lives in a society and it's 1907 so nobody gives a fuck.

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At some point during all of their back-and-forthing, Satoru has begun to drool but ultimately doesn't rouse. He'd probably cum immediately upon realizing what Tsumiki was doing to him.

[CRYBABY]

Toji rolled his eyes at Yuta's pathetic display. God, it felt like the word pathetic just kept running around his brain when this kid was around. There few words in the 1907 dictionary to describe just how pitiful the newcomer was and Toji only knew about 3 of them. He was a man of action, not words. So pathetic would have to suffice. The way he nearly shook while just standing there, how he stuttered or hesitated every other fucking sentence, the way his voice was just above a whisper made Toji sick. Really pissed him off. How'd such a feeble boy end up in a place like this? Didn't matter, Toji wasn't here to get connected to these criminals he was solely here to make sure they didn't die on his watch or Kenjaku would have his head instead.

He chuckled as Tsumiki mocked the coward. Insignificant shit stain... what had Toji seen in him to protect him to begin with? Looking back on that altercation was he really protecting Yuta or just finding any reason to beat the shit out of Satoru? There's absolutely no connection to Yuta looking suspiciously like Megumi and Toji losing his shit watching Satoru come on to him... had nothing to do with how cute he looked with the dark circles under his eyes and his unwashed, greasy hair. Following his daughter's comment Toji glared at Yuta, smirking as he continued thrusting inside Tsumiki, "The only person in this room that gives a shit about your pussy is you. Don't care what you got, just means there's more of you for me to fill." He's an ally, okay!!

Unlike his daughter, the fact that Toji hadn't gotten his shit pushed in wasn't surprising. I mean, look at him... would you want to fight someone built like a curvy moose?

With the muzzle undone and the man's face freed Megumi let out a sigh taking in the wondrous sight before him. Not gonna lie that sigh was also relief in the fact that he wasn't trying to pull Sukuna off his jugular. For now the boy was safe and could admire his counterpart freely. That was until the other quickly went about making a squirming, whimpering mess of Megumi with those soft, delicate kisses. His hands, having dropped the muzzle, were back on Sukuna's shoulders death gripping his shirt as he rutted against the other. Their bodies impossibly close causing mind numbing friction against his aching erection, it felt so good he could cum in his pants if the other allowed him to continue.

He let out a soft moan against bitten, scarred lips, as the cannibal nipped and licked along. "Sukuna.." he whined, letting his lips fall open slightly inviting the condemned to deepen their kiss. More. More. He wanted so much more not knowing the kind of desire Sukuna held back.

[cynnabnnuy]

"Do you have a pussy or what?"
"The only person in this room that gives a shit about your pussy is you."
He wanted to die, absolutely wanted to die, but... yeah, he was definitely pathetic with how much he liked that... Christ, kid, do you have any standards? No, he doesn't, but with his first girlfriend being a fucking monster now, he didn't really have the option to develop standards. So, on he went, trying not to make a bigger fool of himself as he cautiously stepped around/behind the other man to stand closer to her front. He wasn't going to be able to fuck her, and the man, Toji Fushiguro, as his tag read, seemed like the type to take advantage of that. "Right... yeah, 'f course, sorry-" He mumbled the apology, avoiding eye contact as he moved towards the bed and tried to ignore the man's... crude comment.
That didn't work.

Taking a shaky breath, he climbed onto the bed, straddling Satoru's torso as he tried to avoid being the definition of all three of the words relating to him that Toji knew. A difficult task, but he was doing his best. So, he shifted to make sure he didn't touch any of the other three more than necessary, not knowing how they'd react and not wanting to find out if he went too far.

His left hand moved to hold the hem of her skirt out of the way, his right moving beneath it soon after. Slim fingers stroked over her cunt carefully, simply mapping her out blindly before stroking back up. He avoided looking at her as he touched her, eyes remaining down as he circled her clit and tested different motions, trying to find a rhythm she actually enjoyed. Sure, it'd take a bit, and he made sure he angled his fingers so his nails wouldn't scrape against her, but it wasn't not obvious he was penisn't.


Pleased by the relieved sigh, he hummed lowly, letting the boy watch him for all of a moment before bombarding him with attention. It wasn't as much as it could have been, but the small whimpers coming from the kid on his lap made it more than worth it as he let Magumi rock against him. His tongue was quick to defile the other's, his grip tightening at the sound of his name being whined out. He was determined to wreck him, but for the time being, he wanted to savor his treat.

He pulled back after a few seconds, leaning in to drag his tongue up his neck and over the other's hairline behind his ear to taste the salt of his sweat. It wasn't good enough, but he settled for now, grinding himself against the other as he let a low growl rumble against his skull. "Such a pretty little thing... so sweet for me, so good..." The man spoke lowly, pulling back to look over the teen in his lap before his hands moved to trail over his bulge tauntingly. "Tell me what you want, I'd like to please my blessing enough to have him return more often..."

[DirtyDeku]

Despite his attempts to keep from arousing Satoru, Yuta is rewarded-- err... punished, maybe-- by the unconscious teen's hands catching on his hips. Satoru doesn't do much with his grip on Yuta, but it's pretty clear by a happy sound followed by an affectionate squeeze that he's pleased. Being cute, might get lobotomized later. <3

"Suguru..." He murmurs, long fingers curling into fabric and tugging. Just slightly, very much an unconscious effort. Redness blooming across his cheeks, drool escaping the corner of his mouth in clear rivulets. It's not particularly clear whether Tsumiki's frantic movements are her own or if Satoru is moving his hips as well, but it's certain that he's eventually going to cum inside of her.

Yuta might not have a cock, but he knows how to use his fingers, at least. That's better than the majority of people her age, be they girls or boys. And... whatever Satoru was, still inside of her. Not deep inside, considering his lack of endowment, but inside. She ruts her hips again, picking up a pace that favored all of the attention on her body. It was enough to make her pant and whimper like a dog, even though she's supposed to be the least pathetic person in the room. Yeah, right. If she weren't pathetic, she wouldn't be relying on single fathers for money and bouncing on some freak's stupid excuse of a cock.

She lifts her shirt and flashes her tits at Yuta, giving him a condescending look and snickering wickedly. "Ever seen something like this? Bet not, you're too much of a loser... had to get good with your hands to make up for how useless you are otherwise, huh? Fuckin' gross!"

[CRYBABY]

Toji watched as Yuta got to work pleasuring his daughter. He couldn't quite tell if the kid's finger work was that good or if his daughter was just a greedy little slut, either way he was into it. He's always loved watching her ride, seeking out her own pleasure, losing herself in the feeling.

Satoru's movements didn't go by unnoticed by the man in the room, dark eyes glared down at Satoru, ignoring the exchange between Yuta and Tsumiki for a moment. What happened to Suguru was cruel, sad even, if Toji had a heart he might actually feel sympathy for the idiot left behind. This wasn't the first time the man heard Satoru dreaming of his departed beloved, there was even a time Toji had been mistaken for Suguru in the dark. It was a brief moment of hope, Satoru's voice filled with joy that was swiftly overcome by disappointment when he realized his mistake. Kinda made Toji want to grow his hair out to fool the kid into behaving.

Megumi shivered as Sukuna's voice echoed through his core. Never had he received such undivided attention and accompanied by such sultry words, it was almost too much to handle. His body rocked against the other, finding a pleasurable rhythm between them letting shy gasps and moans fill the room. He wanted more, craved more, needed more, if only he knew how to make it known. It wasn't in his nature to take yet every time he had asked for something growing up he was punished. Damnit of all the guys he'd run in to in a place like this he happened to find one of the polite ones.

Right on cue s if the criminal read his mind, Sukuna was prompting Megumi to tell him just what he wanted. Perfect, now if only the little freak could use his voice. "I.." he paused trying to gather cohesive thoughts that just weren't available. Just say it, tell him, he clearly wants it too. "Fuck me?" His voice was unsure, getting slightly higher pitched at the end.

[cynnabnnuy]

Eugh... The hands on him make Yuta shiver in surprise, his body jolting to look back at the guy with a worried grimace as he tried to inch away from the guy. He didn't want to think about what was happening, what he was helping with, but that made it a hell of a lot harder. He'd have to apologize later... fuck... Regardless, he was drawn back to Tsumiki when she started moving, his brows knit slightly as he watched her bounce on the staff member's fingers and Satoru's cock. Was it a cock? He wasn't sure, especially considering it's 1907 and no one teaches their kids anything ever. Intersex people? Not real yet.

He tensed when he was flashed, though, flustered as he was laughed at while he looked away quickly. Eyes shut tightly, he shook his head, lips pressing together before he squeezed her clit between his fingers a bit less politely. While he did that, he also fought the masculine urge to say he'd seen better, not wanting his uh... "delusion" showing up at a time like this. Not on the first day. But... Rika had been quiet aside from the occasional pseudo-check-ins. He knew she was just hiding from him, but nevertheless. "I-I'm not...I'm not useless."

Muttering slightly, he huffed slightly to himself, shifting a tad closer to the girl before he found his hand reaching out, jerking her shirt up to show her tits again before he leaned in. "And I'm not just able to use my hands..." Voice nearly inaudible, he refused to look up from where his hand buried under her skirt until he surged forward, hand grabbing a tit and gripping it as his mouth wrapped around the nipple as his eyes shut. From there? His fingers kept up with her movements while he sucked, licked, and bit at the bud between his lips, hoping to fuck all that the man behind her wasn't angered by the actions. Dying was, surprisingly, not his M.O. today! As much as he wanted to be dead.


He waited with feigned patience for the boy, letting him make pretty little sounds as he moved against his lap. "There you go, doll," Voice a low whisper against the other's lips as he leaned in, Sukuna stole a brief kiss before flashing a shark-toothed smirk as he pulled back. "Now, I can't fuck you properly today, but I can assure you that you'll feel good." Starting slow, he rubbed the teen's bulge with a hum as he tilted his head slightly. "I can even make a deal with you if you'd like. If you promise to bring me something to stretch you open properly and uncuff one of my hands next time, I'll have your legs shaking with how hard you cum tonight. Does that sound alright, my dearest blessing?"

While the affection was mostly false, his offers were genuine, and he was more than eager to consume the boy however he could. Although, he was lying saying he couldn't fuck the boy. He'd done far more with far less, and if Megumi decided he wanted to be fucked into the mattress, who was he to decline? He was fine doing whatever it took to keep him coming back. He had something Yuji no longer did, as much as he loved his little brother to no end in the worst of ways.

[DirtyDeku]

Well, he sure proved her wrong! Not that she would let him have it that easy, but he could at least consider it a win in his mind. Or maybe his ghost girlfriend would tear him asunder? It's not like Tsumiki wasn't about to do the same. She practically yowls when he latches onto her breast, her hips stuttering as she bounced herself on Satoru's pathetic excuse for a cock and into Yuta's fingers. Grab her clit and twist it! The 'ol clit twist! "Don't bite me, faggot! Daddyyyy, he's biting me!"

The fact that she gushes on Yuta's fingers is a clear sign that she's not particularly bothered by it, though, lifting her hands to grip Yuta's shoulders tightly as she fucks herself through an orgasm. Manicured nails dig into him, sure to leave prominent marks as she claws at him in ecstasy. She doesn't slow down though, which results in another orgasm in a very short amount of time. Gloss-tinted drool pools from the corners of her lips and eyeshadow smudged with eyeliner threatens to glue her eyes shut with how tightly she squeezes them shut. "Oh my God, oh my fuck-ing God, keep sucking me-- Hahhh...!"

Beneath the two of them, it seems that Satoru is having just as much fun in his unconscious state. His grip tightens on Yuta, eyelids fluttering, whimpers and moans escaping him freely. He cums in Tsumiki somewhere in the midst of her consecutive orgasms, tugging Yuta as close as he could and pushing his hips up to chase her warmth. At least she doesn't have to worry about getting knocked up? Satoru's cum is significantly thinner and more clear, mostly coming from his pussy, and the small amount coming from his cock really just mixes with Tsumiki's own climax. "Mmmnnn... feel so good... Suguru..."

[CRYBABY]

Not gonna lie Toji kinda zoned out listening to his daughter torment the useless fag and watching Satoru have the time of his life that he'd never remember. Kinda wondering how he hadn't woken up by now... not that he was going to complain, the less time he has to listen to Satoru's annoying voice the better. He slipped in an extra finger during the degrading though Tsumiki probably didn't even notice with all the other stimuli going on. He was a proud dad, how could he not be with how well his daughter fucked? Making sure everyone knew it whether they wanted to or not, that was just her charm-- a beautiful, mean girl that all the guys wanted to bone, and they could! For the right price.

Daddyyyy. Like a voice activated command Toji was back from daydreaming with his hand gripping Yuta by the neck. Tsumiki had him wrapped around her finger and she fucking knew it. Despite the clear indicator that she was in ecstasy, Toji made it a point to press his thumb against the kid's wind pipe, making him uncomfortable but not to the point of him needing to release her breast for air. Yuta's lips popping off her chest would be a big No No right about now. "Play nice you useless bitch. Leave a mark on her and you'll be in worse shape than Satoru."

Toji's pants were wet after that. Watching his baby girl cum with such force wasn't enough for him to cream his pants but the amount of pre cum painting his scrubs was a little embarrassing. Warm lips kissed away the drool pooling in the corner of Tsumiki's. "Damn, Princess. Look at you." A hand caressing her flushed cheek helping to smudge her runny eyeliner. "Such a pretty, pretty slut."

Rejection was something Megumi was painfully used to, numb to even, but that didn't stop the cannibal's words from stinging. His hips slowed, cloudy vision gaining brief focus when their lips met again, the sane part of his brain telling him this was wrong, this was weird, and maybe he shouldn't be asking a complete stranger he met at the psych ward to fuck him. God, no wonder Tsumiki and Toji treated him the way they do, how weepy and pathetic he was, neither of them would be caught dead in a situation like this! (No never)!These thoughts were distant and fleeting within moments thanks to Sukuna's light touch. Megumi let out a sound between a cat's hiss and a surprised gasp, his hands digging deeper into Sukuna's shoulder's promising to leave marks beneath his hospital garb. "Fuck.." he whispered, nodding his head to the question he was being asked. "Yes, whatever you want, Sukuna--" Damnit did he say that out loud? "I mean yeah, that's fine." Smooth. Genuinely the teen had no idea what Sukuna wanted him to bring considering he typically saw guys opening themselves up using fingers so he'd have to remember to ask before he left. If he had any brain power left by then.

The boy was literal buddy in the man's hand, he'd go to much greater lengths than this to be useful-- erm to be wanted by Sukuna. The cannibal needn't worry about the raven haired boy coming back especially after such a tempting offer made.

[cynnabnnuy]

While he didn't twist her clit today, there was always next time, even if he did stop biting her to just to let his tongue continue lapping at her tit. It was scary enough being so close to Toji, he didn't need to add- Nope. Okay! Never mind! The hand on his throat has him trembling, his brows knit as he met the man's eyes, whimpering both in mild pain and fear. But, he didn't let go of Tsumiki, his freed hand moving to the other side to brush his thumb over the nub as well.

Satoru's grip and muttered words were still just as unnerving, his eyes once again shutting tightly to avoid looking at any of the others around him. He didn't want to be there- even if the situation did make him wonder how the other patient's dick would feel inside him. Not that he was going to try anything like this on his own, but... The girl looked like she was having a great time on him, and he couldn't help himself, thoughts swimming in his brain as he tried to ignore the nerves pooling in his stomach. Or maybe not nerves? He couldn't really tell, only knowing he was a mix of horrified, worried about Rika, and horny enough to consider things outside of just running away.


Humming softly at the other's mouth, he moved to trail his kisses along the other's cheek, a mockery of an attempt at soothing any unease. He relished in the reaction to his touch, though, grinning wickedly against his cheek before nodding. "Good boy, I knew you would be a lovely little thing the moment I saw that pretty face of yours." He cooed at the boy, tracing his dick through his uniform pants slowly before pressing another kiss to his jaw, taking a moment to leave a dark bruise where his hair just barely hid it.

"How about you go ahead and pull your pants down for me, doll? Let me see that cute little dick and sit on the edge of the bed?" As he spoke, he guided Megumi to his feet and turned them around, red eyes watching him half-lidded as he crouched down in front of him. Giving him head would be nothing, and he could taste more of his skin- the salt of his sweat. It wasn't as good as other things, but he wanted to savor his new toy,