For Fucks Sake, Put Your Flesh Chandelier Away For Five Seconds [CWs: Lobotomy, Cannibalism, Outdated Medical Practices]

[DirtyDeku]

It's not like Satoru chose to be this way. What would he, the sixteen year old only child of one of the most powerful families in town, gain from being hypersexual? What would his disordered eating, nervous tics, and insatiable homosexuality do to benefit him? In moments of clarity he swore he would choose to be anything but this, yet he was still the disgrace of his bloodline. The bloodline that would end with him, their name sullied and scoffed at for decades to come. Perhaps he should be glad he doesn't hear from his parents anymore. As far as they're concerned, Satoru never existed. The same should be reflected back at them, surely. The only problem is that, somewhere deep down in his conscious, he wants to be held again, comforted, for whatever was wrong with him to go away forever. He cries in his sleep sometimes, calling out for his mother, tries to mimic the feel of a loving embrace with his blanket. When he wakes up, he's often more exhausted than he was when he laid down.

Enough of these days of sleep deprivation in a row and he's acting out again, propositioning the other patients around him for sex, refusing his medicine, not eating, openly masturbating. Sometimes he drools, sometimes he purposefully agitates one of his fellow patients and gets injured in return, often he remarks loudly and openly what he wanted to do with the guards whilst they passed by or dealt with another patient. He chewed his fingernails until he couldn't anymore, sucked blood from them, humped anything he could get his legs around.

He didn't understand why he was like this, but a rebellious streak somewhere inside of him didn't bother with trying to apply logic to his behaviors. If his parents wanted him out of their sight so badly, then he would make the best of it, act out and get a sedative so he could finally have some time where his brain wasn't sparking. Trash their name to anybody who had enough left in their own minds to understand him. Dunk the newspaper in the toilet any time his parents' or his own photo ended up in the news, something about his mother and father begging for understanding and shrugging off questions about his whereabouts. A hefty reward for bringing him home, left unclaimed for however long it took him to decide he's had enough and end his miserable existence. Maybe he'd choke himself to death whilst masturbating, strip fully naked so the creeps who spread leaked images around embarrassed his folks more than he ever could while alive. Maybe he'd whip up a note falsely accusing them of molesting him, making him what he was now, tearing away any reputation they had within the community.

And yet every time he's sat down to do so, he's grown bored so fast that he hardly gets an entire sentence out before he just decides it wasn't worth the effort. Maybe it'd be more devastating to do it without any statements, to make the public question if he was sick or if he was just something his parents didn't want him to be. Plus, he didn't really want to die. He wanted to be something other than what he was, maybe to not exist at all, but dying? No. He wasn't ready for that, was scared as any teenager should be.

So, he wasn't going to kill himself. He wasn't going to frame his parents for something they didn't do. What did that leave for him to do to entertain himself? He had a fair amount of free time to just... do a whole lot of nothing. Well, 'nothing'. He'd physically and verbally harass the people around him, trap the new guards in a room and offer them sexual favors for nothing in return, went through books at a pace that simply couldn't be sustained worth a damn, talked his way around his fellow patients so they'd give him their dessert or any sweets they happened to have come across. Some of the bastards had families that did care about them, sent mail frequently, visited as much as possible. Of course, Satoru viewed this as a personal attack. Why did they get to have loving parents but he didn't? The least they could do was give him a damn sucker.

Today was no different from pretty much every other day, his fellow patients roaming and enjoying their free time. Playing cards, chess, watching TV. Satoru had started his free time watching TV as well, but eventually he grew restless and began looking for something better to do. He hated the news. Who cared about the outside world in a place like this? It's not like he'd be leaving anytime soon. He aimlessly walks around, looming not only as a threat but also a huge pain in the ass. So far he hasn't done or said anything, though. Must be peaceful, a shame he never let it stay that way.

Quiet like this, it was easy to see how he manipulated people so well. He was good looking when he kept his mouth shut. Tall, slim, just enough of a chest to grope, eyes that stopped people in their tracks, plush pink lips that were frequently swollen and slick with saliva, and a notable intelligence. He should use it more-- never know when something might happen to take that right away from him.

[CRYBABY]

Toji didn’t want to be this way, it sort of just happened. He was born a Zenin but would die a Fushiguro, which was okay by him as he truthfully hated the Zenin’s. Despised the family he was born into that reeked of old money and mothballs. It’s not like he was the black sheep of the lot, no on the contrary his cousins all partook in devious behavior probably worse than what Toji got up to, but there was something about Toji that disgusted the rest of the family, made him undesirable. It was perhaps the fact that he didn’t give a shit. He showed no interest in the family’s status, their money, hell he didn’t care too much about anything outside of how own existence and that of his son’s.

Megumi. Sweet, quiet, stupid, pathetic, little Megumi. Toj’s one and only, his mini me, his precious boy– these were all feelings the raven held for his son from the moment he learned of his conception until the fateful day the boy’s mom died. Toji had turned his life around after meeting his wife, the woman who gave him the Fushigurou name, he swore off drugs, stopped paying for hookers, and even got a real job. They were happy living in the ratty two bedroom apartment Toji could afford, sure the two kids had to share a room but to their parent’s knowledge that was completely fine– it wasn’t until they were in grade school did Toji find out they touch each other every chance they get. Everything seemed perfect. A little too perfect. That’s the problem with this world, as fast as something comes it ends just as quickly. Now the man felt differently about his teenage son, he no longer celebrated the things that made Megumi unique but instead punished him for being just like her. Megumi’s actions were just a painful reminder of what Toji had, what he had lost… he hated the boy for that.

It didn’t matter, though, soon Megumi would graduate high school allowing the raven to kick him out of the house without feeling too bad. He just had four more years, four more years of working this shitty fucking job that didn’t pay near enough, four more years of being some creep doctor’s lackey, four more years of letting that blue eyed twink suck him off in a janitorial closet.

Finding a job that would look past Toji’s extensive record was a lot harder than the man had anticipated when he began looking for work all those years ago. He started off working for a construction company, but once they started getting contracts to build schools and found out Toji wasn’t allowed within 50 feet of any school, they had to let him go. The search continued, job after job finding something wrong, something they didn’t like. Toji had never been rejected so much in his life. Why the hell had he decided to go straight? Decided to give up a sure fire way to make a decent living? That’s right, those two dark eyed, black haired twerps that she left behind. So the dreaded search continued until one day his luck had turned, putting him in the right place at the right time. Reconnecting with the doctor that used to sneak you fentanyl from the hospital when he was still a resident while picking your son up from his grippy sock vacation was unlikely but not impossible. Thanks Megumi for trying to kill yourself. Kenjaku had assured Toji that he could land him a cushy job at the state asylum for the criminally insane if Toji agreed to assist in identifying appropriate patients for the doctor’s experiments. Toji couldn’t remember a time where he agreed faster to an agreement.

The man had little idea what these experiments consisted of, as if he even cared, so sending these people off to God knows what, wasn’t really an issue for him. He kept his head down, kept his work in order, and collected his paycheck. Get your bread, get your head, then leave. Though, the part about getting head didn’t happen right away.

Things at the asylum were calm, cushy, uneventful for the most part– just like Kenjaku promised– that was until Ryomen fucking Sukuna showed up in a god damn muzzle. Sure there were other patients that would act out, try to dig through the concrete floor, throw their feces at the wall, but until that bastard cannibal showed up Toji hadn’t needed to sedate anyone. When Toji relieved the cops of their maniac he walked Sukuna down the hall to his room, holding his arm tight just in case the cathartic man decided to make a show. They were given strict order by the officers to keep Sukuna restrained at all times, they emphasized how dangerous he was as if the staff didn’t quite understand what cannibal meant. Against better judgment, Toji decided to sit him down and remove the muzzle, revealing handsome features and blood stained lips. The body eater was pretty, real fucking pretty actually, his hair a pink color that had Toji guessing if it were natural or dyed, red eyes that somehow both looked past you and devoured your spirit whole. He had been somewhat of a celebrity to be honest, everyone knew of Sukuna the body eater, a man that was convicted of killing and eating over a dozen people. Toji found him interesting even though he’d never admit that, you couldn’t live a normal fucking life while admitting to wondering what human flesh tastes like.

You really can’t complain about your job until after you clock in and start checking rooms only to be greeted by a pink haired psychopath chewing half through another guy's hand. That was the first time Toji had to physically restrain and sedate Sukuna. The second time was when the body eater decided that Toji’s bicep would be a great snack. Eventually Toji got used to keeping his distance from the maniac’s mouth lest he become part of the meal.

One problem patient was enough, he could just lock Sukuna in his room with the cuffs on and a muzzle that Kenjaku approved when the man was becoming too much to handle. Satoru on the other hand was an entirely different story. Shortly after the cannibal arrived, the well known– and missing– heir to the Gojo family, Satoru, showed up at their doorstep. Toji hadn’t been there for the intake process as he was busy administering medications, but it didn’t take long for him to become intimately familiar with the other. Satoru was a degenerate, a freak, a disgusting excuse for a man–all things Toji was himself just with a little more freedom– and boy did he love reminding the staff of this. Time and time again Toji wouldfind Satoru in a room with his peers jerking off in their open mouths or alone in the showers grinding against the counters. Time and time again Toji would grab him by the collar and lock him in his room, as if the guy wouldn’t just masturbate in there.

Present day with the calm clicking of heels on the concrete flooring, the low TV buzzing in the room, the sounds of patients laughing, and Satoru’s mouth fucking shut, he actually appeared to be peaceful in a tragic sense. “Don’t go getting any ideas, Satoru. My shift ends in 30 and I’m in no mood to stay late with paperwork ‘cus I had to sedate your ass.”

[cynnabnnuy]

While no, Sukuna certainly wasn't entirely responsible- he certainly had made a choice or two that led him to the asylum he now resided in. The first one, he could remember clearer than any other memory, and slightly slit pupils dilated whenever he recalled it. He could distinctly remember how his younger twin sniffled when he licked his scraped palm after tumbling off his first bike. Tear-filled honey eyes had his heartrate spiking, Yuuji's whimper of confusion making something flip in his stomach. It was the first of many injuries he'd licked, his tongue reveling in the coppery taste before removing the salt trails from chubby cheeks every time. Every time brought him closer to a different edge he'd never pull back from, one that he wished he could experience falling off of again.

Said edge was being nestled completely inside Yuuji, his insides milking his best orgasm to date from his throbbing cock as they kissed. Yuji had been crying at first. It'd been perfect, especially when he led the elder to remove the trails like always. Sukuna had been incredibly disappointed when those pretty tears stopped, of course, but that was when his second choice came. He'd bitten down on his brother's shoulder, too-sharp teeth splitting the skin effortlessly and spilling the saccharine iron taste until it flooded his mouth. Their guardian had noticed the increasing injuries- how more would pop up after days Yuuji would wind up taking two showers...

He left soon after that, no longer welcome in the home. Yuji was the only one who even remotely wanted him around, so he walked out. He had a backpack of clothes, three knives, some petty cash, and a lighter as he skated away from the home he ravaged. The sound of his wheels on cracked pavement stopped when he was far enough, the board kicked up and held under his arm as he approached an alley, and he beamed when the poor fucker in it thought it'd be good to attack him.

His skull caved so nicely... and his skin... oh god, his skin. Sometimes he could still feel it on his tongue, smooth and chewy, delicious, better than just the blood his brother let him draw. His brother who'd visit even still. His brother who'd still come by even after he asked for the most depraved things he could imagine. His brother who obliged when he asked him to stroke his cock under the visitation room's measly table while his arms were restrained and his face kept back by a muzzle. His brother who held his face and stroked his lip with his thumb before pressing it past that very muzzle placed to keep him safe.

Yuji wasn't there now, of course, he had work and school, a normal life that Sukuna wished he could ruin and pull him out of. Which meant he was bored. He'd been kept in his room most of the morning, leading to a finished workout routine and upchucked pills, so he was relatively coherent when let out for the guard to double-check and redo his restraints. He'd put the muzzle on himself, always did now, and once freed from the greasy maggot's grasp, he let himself be led to the commons room. It was quieter than usual today... Red eyes sought out vibrant blue he knew he'd find wandering, and when he found the white-haired man they belonged to, it made sense. The stillness would be over soon.


Oh no.
Oh no... No, no, no, no, no!
Large tears welled in dark blue eyes as he stood in the courtroom that was closed off to everyone who wasn't necessary for the proceedings. He was still a kid, after all... The trial was anything but quick, everything that'd happened in his life being used against him in some way, shape, or form. And through the whole thing, Rika was pressed against him, begging for forgiveness. A constant reminder of what had gotten him into this mess. No one even cared, too. No one he thought loved him had shown up or reached out to him in any form. He was the scum of the earth at the ripe old age of fourteen and only his dead wife cared.

That was the reason he was ushered into the van, though. Rika had killed and mortally wounded everyone she deemed a threat in any capacity to them and with no real way to explain how six kids had been brutalized? The system latched on him, the only person with a connection to all the victims and the only person with evidence pointing towards him. He was found guilty after a little under a month from when he was arrested but thanks to Rika? Instead of a cell he'd be confined to padded walls and medications that left all who took them walking corpses. He supposed it was perfect for him. Maybe the medications would finally get rid of his curse... Although- if they did, how could he explain the murders to himself? How would he cope if they didn't? If Rika wasn't a segment of his mind?

He had no idea, all he knew was he was horrified.

His tiny frame shook as he was driven to the facility set to be his new home for the foreseeable future, a mix of malnourishment and terror leaving him weak and trembling. It was humiliating, but he couldn't exactly stop it. All he could do was keep his head down and keep praying to whatever listened that Rika wouldn't try anything during his transport. And, thank fuck she didn't. His breath escaped in a slight sigh of relief when he was dragged out of the vehicle, grateful to still be alive despite anxieties thrumming through his veins with a vengance. He was .0002 seconds from pissing himself out of horror and it showed.

The boy walked silently behind his escort, head down and eyes on the floor as he was admitted. Sadly, the good doctor was already away for the night, but Yuta was assured his following day would begin in the man's office. Great...

[DirtyDeku]

"You make it sound so tempting, Daddy," He coos, one of his hands slipping down between his legs to cup his arousal through his pants. He winks, swiping his tongue over a canine. He didn't have much in mind to do, though, at least not in the usual way. He was methodical in cornering nurses, slinking after new guards, wandering at the edge of staff's eyesight to meet up with the only other patient he 'got along' with enough. Seems like said patient was kept isolated for the majority of the morning though. Kenjaku must've been prodding at him under the microscope again. Part of that almost turned him off, knowing he'd be the one getting his hands on the other after he'd been examined already. In the end, though, he didn't have much else to do, so...

When he met Sukuna's gaze, he exhibited a very similar action to what he had to Toji, hand dropping down between his legs to get his point across. Not like there was much question, though. What else could he want? Sukuna was remarkably handsome but he was too into biting. Satoru didn't mind a little violence-- or a lot, considering he'd been sent away for molesting and sexually mutilating a cousin-- but towards his genitalia? He'd rather keep those parts, thank you very much. Other than that, Sukuna took himself too seriously. Lounged around like he was waiting on a handful of maidens to hand-feed him fruit and honeycomb, would probably tote around one of the massive books of poetry Satoru hasn't even bothered opening around if he wasn't restrained twenty-four hours of the day, was far too amused by Satoru's status as the only child of the Gojo family.

He's turning to head to his bedroom when something else catches his attention, and suddenly his intent to taunt the other is gone. He peers out of his room, turning his head this way and that way, happens to spot the newest addition to their fucked up 'family' of sorts. Kind of young, though, isn't he? Satoru was the second youngest already, but now he guessed he was moving up in rank again. ...Not that rank meant a damn thing. He'd solicit everyone he could get through to, would straddle and hump anything he thought might feel good. He steps out of his room and slowly stalks in that direction, eyeing the new kid up and down. Seemed like the lights were on and somebody was home, so he's probably not non-verbal. Some sort of delusions, maybe?

Gojo leans down and into the new kid's space, cocking his head to the side. Jeez. Those peepers are the LED headlights of windows to the soul. He only leans back out of his space when he catches a glimpse of Yuta looking back at him, lifting his hand to bite at the skin around his thumb nail before speaking up. "What'dja do? Stab somebody with a pencil? Lemme guess, demons told ya to? Somethin' bad would happen if y'didn't? Would be nice to get something new around here... 'least you're small enough."

Never a good thing to hear.

"You ever been sucked off? I'll give you a chocolate coin if you let me," He offers, procuring said sweet from his pocket-- still wrapped, of course. He's not that horrible. "You'll like it."

[CRYBABY]

“If I were your daddy you wouldn’t’ve ended up here,” he rolled his eyes, shoving the image of Megumi laying in a pool of his own blood with Toji’s glock laying next to him so far out of his head he was surprised it didn’t manifest as a thought bubble right in front of them. So what if his son shot himself in the head after a particularly aggressive argument between him and his dad. So what if he had run away from home more times than Toji could count only for the idiot to be brought back by the cops within hours; you’d think he’d get better at running away after the first time. To say Satoru would’ve been better off had he been born a Fushiguro was a really long stretch, though if there was one good thing the warden did in his life it was keeping his son from being committed to a place like this. Ignoring any retort from Satoru, Toji went about his business cleaning up abandoned board games and preparing for his end of shift patient count.

Being lost in his thoughts, Toji nearly missed his watch alarm signaling the final patient check of the evening. Thank fuck, he was ready to be rid of this place for the day, go home and chug cheap beer until he passed out on the sofa. With a groan Toji grabbed the clipboard from behind the barricaded counter and began his check. So and so, so and so, Sukuna lounging on the goddamn couch like an ancient Prince, so and so, so and so, Sato– wait. Where the fuck was Satoru?

“Where’s your little boyfriend?” he spat, eyes meeting Sukuna for a moment as he walked past, stalking towards the compulsive masturbator’s typical hunting grounds. First the showers, then the janitorial closet that Satoru somehow was able to unlock, even his room but the white haired man was nowhere to be found. How the fuck did Toji manage to lose the most vibrant patient in this dull hell hole?

Just when he had almost given up hope, Toji spotted his target sitting in the corner talking relatively quietly with another patient. No wonder he hadn’t seen him sooner.

“Oi, leave him the fuck alone, perv.” Toji approached them, crossing his arms over his impressive chest. With most of his attention on Satoru he didn’t notice who the freak was propositioning, all he could think about was getting Satoru away from this guy so he could clock out peacefully.



Megumi was a good boy, he went to school every day, participated in worthless after school activities just so he wouldn’t have to go home, and he was pleasant to talk to when he decided to open his mouth. Unlike Satoru, Megumi was quiet, he spoke only when he found it necessary, which wasn’t often. This made the boy popular among his teachers but not so much with other students. Megumi didn’t see himself staying on this Earth for much longer anyway so having zero friends was fine by him. He wasn’t lonely, or at least that’s what he told people. It’s not like he couldn’t make friends, he just didn’t see the point. People disappointed him, they always had, his father was a low-life scumbag, his sister a perfectionist bitch, and his mom went ahead and died. What was the point in getting to know someone else, letting them in, allowing them to see you for more than just another face in the crowd only for them to rip away any semblance of comfort whenever they wanted to? No thanks, Megumi would rather stick it out on his own.

Walking alone in the city wasn’t typically dangerous for someone Megumi’s age but then again other teenagers probably hadn’t lost 80% of their hearing after a gunshot wound to the head that they inflicted themselves. Relying on his eyes alone to keep him apprised of his surroundings had been difficult at first but Megumi was surprisingly resilient much to his dissatisfaction.

The walk home from school wasn’t a long one, normally it would take Megumi 20 minutes if he hadn’t sprained his ankle playing baseball during physical education this afternoon. It hurt badly causing him to limp, the school nurse said he’d be fine and to just ice it when he got home. She also suggested he get a ride home from school which was a joke in and of itself. Who would possibly come to pick him up? His dead mother? His dad? Unlikely, even if Toji wasn’t working that afternoon he would never voluntarily pick up Megumi from school.

“Fuck,” he grunted, peeling back his sock to reveal his swollen, bruised ankle as he leaned up against his father’s truck, having a moment of weakness during his trek. Toji would be off work soon and considering how he was going home anyway, the teen figured his dad would let him hitch a ride. He looked up at the building with the barbed windows wondering if it would be any better in there than out here.

[cynnabnnuy]

Fucker. Sukuna's expression retained the same disinterested disgust as he was given the same greeting as the friendly neighborhood Nurse Fushiguro. Red flicked over him briefly, rolling shortly after as he gave a curt nod. He knew what the little freak wanted, everyone with any brain matter left did, but that didn't mean he liked him. No. What he liked was that Satoru had just enough meat on him that he could chew on him a bit. What he really wanted was a chunk of Toji's fat tits to chew on, but he could settle. He had to in a place like this. It was only so long that he could exist without the gore he'd long since become addicted to.

Speaking of which, it was actually why he'd been holed up in his room all morning. Contrary to popular belief, he'd merely had his commons privilege revoked for a few hours for trying to lure one of the newest nurses into letting him out without all the mandated restraints. Most notably- the muzzle, which he was convinced was solely kept to piss him off nowadays. Regardless, he put it on after he'd been left long enough for boredom to have him putting the restraints on properly. And... he was pleased he did. The new boy looked stupidly pathetic, and he wondered how easily he could convince him to get a bite.

Barely looking up when spoken to, Sukuna looked over the man like he was eyeing a meal before responding with his usual snark."Do I look like his fucking keeper to you? I thought useless waifs like you got paid to keep track of cretins like him." Sneering at the question, red eyes rolled, returning to the television, hoping for a glimpse of carnage. They didn't let him pick out shows or movies. His tastes were not subtle in the gore department, which scared other patients. Toji could watch the news, though, and there was a bit about some beautifully gruesome murders that he didn't want to get turned off yet. Hopefully, the fucker would let it remain on.




Yuta tried. He really tried to avoid the eyes of the people around him, wanting to curl up in his room and die. His body tensed when he was approached, the sound of unease beside his ear making him vastly uncomfortable while the white-haired... guy's words did the same. They reminded him he was there for something serious, even if the other didn't take it as such. Still, he shrank away from him and gave a quiet whimper, stepping back before he shuddered at the mention of his stature.

Do I even want to know what that means?

Deciding he definitely did not, the boy remained still, not looking up again as he screwed his eyes shut. He was... confused. He'd always known something was wrong with him when his first orgasm was to his "demon" instead of massive boobs or whatever else guys his age got off to. It was haunting, something he didn't know how to get away from, even if he could've. Not like he was like guys his age anyway, but even still, it was humiliating.

The stranger's question made him stumble back in shock, though, dark ocean storm eyes wide with surprise and confusion as he felt Rika press against his back. He could practically feel her distaste- how much she disliked the man in front of them now. His eyes strained, refusing to look at her at the moment before he shook his head quickly. "I- I don't... th-that's not... don't come near me, please, it's not safe." Voice small and strained, he pleaded with the other, tears welling in his eyes again, the dark circles below accentuated further as the moisture wet his lashes like condensation on spiderwebs in the early morning hours. "B-besides, isn't it supposed to be the other way? Why would you pay me?" Were things really that messed up here? Couldn't he just like... go jerk off in his room? Wait-
Dark eyes remained on bright hair and pale features, scanning with brows knit in confused recognition. There... there was no way this guy was... right? He couldn't have been so cursed that he was placed in the same place as someone he was warned about only a year or two before... right?

He froze at the sound of someone else's voice, though, dark eyes wide as he shrunk further into his corner in fear. The man was massive! Huge! And his chest was- Wow. More than anything else, though, he was familiar in a way different from the man who'd accosted him. Almost intimidated enough to be left speechless but not to keep his mouth shut, he gaped in a mix of awe and trepidation. "Woah... w-was that your son outside?" They were both so attractive- Why the fuck was he surrounded by hot men in a place like this?!


There had been a boy in the parking lot when he was being walked in. Their eyes met briefly, primarily because Yuta was shocked there was someone there, especially somebody his age, and his eyes were drawn to him in confusion. He was attractive, albeit disheveled. He looked away quickly, of course, ashamed and not wanting to make Rika think he was somehow dangerous to them. But... Well- he was there. He'd seen him well enough to recognize him if he were to see him again.

[DirtyDeku]

"If you were my Daddy I'd have had your baby already!" He cackles, though luckily for everyone around him he couldn't get pregnant. Comes with the cards he's been dealt. He also couldn't get anybody else pregnant, no matter how hard he tried. Granted, the majority of people he's tried haven't had the parts to have a baby either. He probably had eggs, considering his lack of testicles, but he'd be fucked if his body didn't terminate it. Being malnourished, constantly assaulting himself with fingers and objects, having a vaginal canal that was more narrow than it should be-- the list went on and on. Also, cesarean scars on his perfect body? Fuck that!

Guess the new guy did have delusions like he assumed. Neat, but not particularly interesting to Satoru. What was interesting was how frightened he looked, pleading Satoru to go away and leave him alone. Enthusiastic consent was hot, sure, but he's grown to crave a power dynamic. He practically salivates at the idea of holding Yuta down, shoving his tongue into his mouth to taste his tonsils, jerking him off into his own mouth so he could swallow his cum--

Oh, goddammit. Foiled again. Satoru wipes drool from his mouth as he turns around to stick his tongue out and whine at Toji, wiping his hand on the front of his shirt. Might as well wear a bib all the time. He'd probably get off on it, though. Oh, well. "You're no fun, Daddy. I wasn't gonna hurt him, swear--"

Oh, yes he was. What harm could the pipsqueak do to him, anyways? Satoru looked like a stickbug but he was crazy strong when it came to pinning people right where he wanted them. He's had plenty of practice, after all. Still, he guessed he could behave for the rest of the time Toji was on the clock. Night shift staff were always easier to overpower and disobey, considering they'd all rather be asleep or only did the bare minimum to keep their job. Though, that would mean figuring out a way to escape his room and find Yuta's...

"Son? You said you didn't have kids," He huffs. Yeah, because Satoru would think about luring them out of Toji's sight the second he had the chance to do so. Megumi would give him a decent amount of hell in return, his favorite. Tsumiki... Satoru was fine with girls, he's forced himself on plenty, but she'd probably be super easy. At least she was pretty. Probably had a new boyfriend every week, plenty of grown men to fawn over her and tolerate her bitchy attitude. Anything to get her attention, even if it was negative. "Is he cute? Around your age or younger? Ohhh, can't wait to meet him."

[CRYBABY]

Okay, that was funny. Toji grinned holding back a laugh as to not give the other too much satisfaction. “I’d shove a coat hanger up there and abort it myself if you were pregnant by anyone let alone me.” The world was in worse condition having one insane Gojo they didn’t need another one.

The way Sukuna eyed Toji made his skin crawl with excitement. There was something enticing about the cathartic cannibal, something that Toji wanted to explore. There was no ethical reason as to why Toji hadn’t slept with some of the patients before, he just didn’t find any of them all that interesting. Losing your job for some subpar pussy was pathetic, not Toji’s style. That was until Sukuna showed up causing the worker to rethink his stance. “I don’t get paid nearly enough to give more than half a shit about him, I simply want to go home.” Toji continued down the hall to look for Satoru, leaving the news on for any wandering eyes.

Dark eyes shot a deadly glare at the young kid Satoru was propositioning at the mention of Toji’s son. How the fuck did he… outside? Was Megumi outside? “The fuck are you talking about?” His gaze worked the kid up and down only to grow soft as he came upon dark, tear stained eyes. The boy was frail, skinny in the way that Toji thought he’d slip through a crack in the floor at any moment or fly out an open window if a wind blew. The dark circles under his eyes at a quick glance would confuse him to be in his late teens but with further examination he couldn’t be more than 14 years old. What was a fucking baby doing in a shithole like this? What the hell did he do? Kill some classmates for making fun of his greasy hair? God he was pathetic. The way he just stood in the corner shivering as Satoru loomed over him like a god damn giraffe. He was almost too much like.. No. Nope. No.

He turned his attention immediately to the whore he had been searching for the moment Satoru decided to speak. This was exactly why he kept his personal life away from work especially when it came to Tsumiki and Megumi. Satoru wasn’t the only freak that would look at his kids, especially his beautiful baby girl, with lustful eyes but he sure would be the worst about it. Toji didn’t particularly like Megumi but that didn’t mean he wanted his son to get his holes resized by a hypersexual manchild. Toji grabbed the depraved man by the collar so they’d be face to face, their noses nearly touching. “My son is none of your concern, child molestor. And matter of fact I don’t want to see you near this little twerp again either, got it?”

With Toji’s end of shift nowhere in sight Megumi decided to have a seat on the hood of his truck allowing his ankle to rest more properly. He looked down at his phone, listening to the birds sing their sunset son while he scrolled mindlessly through Reddit half considering just finishing the walk home. He was getting tired and you can only read so much AITA’s before they actually make you feel worse about your shitty life.

The sound of car doors slamming followed by shuffling feet and the sound of chains dragging against the pavement had Megumi switch his attention. What he saw took him by surprise. The police officers were escorting what would appear to be another life-long patient that his dad would have to deal with. Dark eyes met briefly, causing Megumi’s heart to sink into his stomach. No, no it can’t be… this guy, no this kid had to be around Megumi’s age. When the boy was admitted to the psych ward for 7 months after his suicide attempt he had met all kinds of kids with all kinds of issues, some of them even saying their parents were a hair away from committing them to a long-term facility, but Megumi didn’t think that was actually possible. He figured those kids were throwing that around as some sort of weight, some fucked up hierarchy of Hey look at me I’m crazier than you!

He wanted to reach out, he wanted to say something, he wanted so badly to let the other boy know he was seen but even when he opened up there were no words. He couldn’t muster up the courage to comfort him even after looking into the saddest pair of eyes he’d ever seen. Megumi’s cowardice showed itself fully in that moment.

[cynnabnnuy]

He whimpered as the specter beside him responded with disgust when the guy drooled, trying to keep her back as his eyes flicked over Satoru's face. It was horrible... He wondered if the man could feel the sickly condensed heat of her breath- smell the sweet scent of rotted gore on it. Could anyone else smell it? Some of his classmates mentioned that he reeked of something indescribable before or that the backs of their necks would get clammy when he was near. Could the man who was far too similar to the person he'd been told never to approach feel his curse? Could he smell Rika? Yuta knew no one saw her, and people had only felt her touch before they died, but... he wasn't sure about the other signs of her existence.

At least the scary nurse showed up soon after the twig-like teen. His mouth snapped shut too quickly when Satoru questioned his statement, though. He definitely caught his tongue in the crossfire, but the only sign of it was a minute sound escaping from him after. Was he mistaken? Or was- no, his name's not daddy, but it was all Yuta had at the moment as he cowered beneath the two. He wanted to backpedal, to assure them that he was probably wrong. Nothing would come out anymore, though, just his stupid breaths that were too strained and humiliatingly loud. It only continued to get worse as the other examined him too, his face sickly pale but somehow managing a slight fluster.
Oh.

The response he had to the insult indirectly pointed at him was not one he was proud of, but... neither was the one he had in response to the man grabbing his distant... what was he again? A cousin of sorts? Something like that. Either way. He held back his sounds and simply looked back down at the floor. Maybe if he kept quiet they'd leave him alone.. Hopefully.

He just wanted to cling to the last semblance of normalcy he'd been given when the stranger outside looked at him. Sure, he'd looked at him like he was a mangled and mangy wet animal dragging itself around, but it wasn't vitriol. It gave him some sort of... something. It wasn't a spark or anything incredible, but it was enough to briefly reignite the fear of dying for another night.

[DirtyDeku]

Ah fuck, he's been Gott. Not that it stops him from being a shitty person, though. He was apparently determined to get his shit pushed in at every second of the day. Maybe some part of him did actually want to die after all? Now that Suguru was gone and that... thing was using his body, Satoru knew he would never meet somebody else who satiated that gnawing craving of his. His family hadn't responded to any inquisitions into letting him come home when it was revealed that he had stopped, for an impressive amount of time, masturbating and propositioning everyone around him.

It was never the fact he had the desire to defile.

It was being attracted to men.

Powerful people are just as guilty as he was, but it was viewed as normal when it was heterosexual in nature. Men were supposed to go after little girls, women were supposed to go after little boys. How else would they ensure purity?

After being denied the chance to go home, he'd spiraled into Suguru's grasp more and more. He was the only person in the world that understood Satoru, who loved him, who wanted to help him get better. They were getting better together. Satoru didn't need to seek pleasure in anybody but Suguru-- he was happy just being near him, entangled with him, sucking on the stretched lobes of the other's ears because his plugs had been confiscated at admission, talking to him in hushed whispers and giggling between eachother. The happy days hadn't lasted though. It seemed like they never did. Satoru shouldn't have expected them to.

Suguru was inconsolable when he wasn't taking his medicine. Satoru had never, and still hasn't, seen self harm as severe as Suguru's. He split his skin with everything and anything he could get his hands on, saved his pills for a month to take in an attempt on his life, burned himself on unwatched stoves, stuck things as far down his throat as he could get them. Nothing Satoru said or did made him stop, no matter how much he wailed and begged, spiraled into self harm himself. Agreed on more than one occasion to form a suicide pact, chickened out at the last second more than once.

The one time he had gone through with it, he'd woken up with nurses fluttering around him like gnats. He'd sat up and looked around for his beloved, happened to spot a death certificate in progress. Suguru hadn't woken up. He would never wake up again. He'd gotten what he had wanted so badly but Satoru hadn't, never would. Nobody else on this fucked up planet would ever understand him like Suguru had. To think about it meant sending himself into a full-on breakdown, hyperventilating and vomiting, crying until he couldn't cry anymore and just tearlessly laid in bed. Skipped meals, kidney infections from refusing to get up, wetted bedspreads when he couldn't keep it in any longer. He wanted so badly to be with Suguru again but he was haunted by something taking his visage and using it to torment him.

If Toji didn't respond to Kenjaku, he would swear it was his brain trying to punish him for ever thinking he could be happy.

Satoru stared into Toji's eyes, smiled in that awful way, stuck his tongue out to taste the other's septum. "If he looks anything like you when he cums, I don't know how you expect me to keep my hands to myself."