Lillith

The Beast & Me

In your small village, and likely all surrounding ones, there is but a single thing that sends fear licking down the spine of every man, woman, and child.

The King of Curses.

A name that no one dares utter for fear he would appear and swallow the village whole. No famine, sickness or war could compare to the ruin left by him. No one who had seen the beast was able to recount the tale, to speak of what such a ghastly creature even looks like. No one had ever made it out alive. All that remained of his one sided devastations were half-eaten limbs and sometimes, if their families were lucky, the heads were intact enough to be prepared for burial.

stalker!gojo x stripper!reader

Satoru Gojo considers himself a victim of circumstance.

Geto was busy doing whatever it is he gets up to when he's not entertaining Gojo's whims, Shoko was out with Utahime and Nanami was… never too inclined to 'waste'—as he had put it— any of his free time with Gojo anyway. So what is a man to do when he feels like all of his friends are too busy for him?

Get sloppy drunk. Leave each of them no less than 10 voicemails that ranged from telling them he missed them to cursing them for not loving him. Then, ending up in front of the pink neon lights of Kittens Cabaret . What can he say? He's a dangerous combination of drunk, rich and lonely. The perfect cocktail to convince himself he isn't above paying for company, especially when it's coming from a pretty stranger. He'd do anything— pay anything to not feel so damn solitary for one more second, and who better to do it than a professional?

Toji's brain feels like it's throbbing inside his skull. His body doesn't feel particularly good either. He can't remember where he is or how he got there. In fact, all he does remember is taking his cute little step daughter out to dinner after you'd blown up his phone, telling him how much you missed him after you'd moved out. Now, he's sitting practically naked in what seemed to be a oversized dog kennel with no idea how he could've been stuffed inside without so much as waking up. The room he's in is unfamiliar, pitch black and quiet almost to the point of madness.

"G'morning 'Ji." Your familiar voice rings out behind him. The light flicks on somewhere behind where you're looming over him, smiling as if this is the most normal thing in the world. As if he had put himself in the damn kennel like a dog.