Contents: FLUFF, suggestive content (so MDNI, but nothing too explicit), Megumi being a cockblock, just summery vibes, mentions of deep water, POSSESSIVE Toji, Megumi being a little cutie.
Word count: 3k
a/n: Hello hello hello, I'm back!! I had a bit of mid terms to get through but it all went well! With exam season right around the corner I wanted to give you a little something from papa!Toji because I won't be posting often! This is part one of the whole idea because I wanted to make pt. 2 a little spicy 🫢 (but I'll post a poll dw!) Also if you wanna be tagged, feel free to tell me in the comments! I hope you enjoy and happy reading!!
Masterlist | Previous episode of Papa!Toji
This was probably the most peaceful morning in history. The early Sun rays peaked through the open blinds as cool fresh air flooded your bedroom. The summer birds were chirping and the cicadas were creating their distinct cricket signaling the one truth - summer was here. The stifling air had not yet rolled in and the weather was simply put, perfect.
You wiggled under your thin covers blinking the sleep out of your eyes. Taking a deep breath of the morning’s fresh air you stretched like a cat after a long nap in the sun. Today was going to be a good day. You sat up in your bed and looked over to the large mound next to you, which was your husband, still silently puffing the air out of his nostrils totally asleep. Looking at the full length mirror across the bed, you saw your hair looking a mess from all the tossing and turning in your sleep.
“Ugh this stupid hair,” you whispered, trying not to wake up your husband and decided to do something about it. As you scooted over to get out of the bed you felt a meaty warm forearm grab you by the waist and slam you back down into the bed. There was only one possible culprit - Toji. He pulled you in by the waist to his plush chest, resting his face in the crook of your neck inhaling your scent, his grip like iron around your waist.
“Where do you think you’re goin’ dove?” He mumbled, face still smushed in the soft skin of your neck. His voice was still thick with sleep.
“Toji you scared me, I thought you were asleep,” You squeaked.
“Well I was asleep until I felt ruffling around me and a high pitched voice saying “Ughh this stupid hairr !”He mocked. “So naturally I woke up and saw that my beautiful wife was leaving me alone here in our bed and so I had to act. Sorry I scared ya princess.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he started to leave open mouth kisses on your neck. His rough palm flew to your waist as his legs intertwined with yours. His mouth went up to your jaw and near your ear to whisper.
“Don’t try to leave me again ma, next time I won’t be so gentile..” Chills went down your spine as he grazed your neck with his teeth, still smirking.
“Toji..” you huffed trying to remain as quiet as possible as to not wake up Megumi.
“What is it dove? You want me to stop? Say it and I’ll stop.” He knew how weak he made you and he loved every second of it. His thumb went slowly over your ribs to the underside of your breast as he swiped it over the soft flesh. You arched into his touch trying so hard to stay quiet. His lips flew to yours hungry for your affection. His tongue slid over your bottom lip as an invitation to deepen the already passionate kiss. You opened your mouth and Toji didn’t waist a second - his tongue slid into your mouth as he gently grabbed a fistfull of your hair so that you could look at him.
“T-Toji,” you mumbled through the kiss, “Megumi could wake up, he could hear us honey..” Toji went down your neck and settled on the delicate skin of your collarbone, kissing and nipping like his life depended on it while his hand started slowly sliding down your stomach, hooking his index finger at the base of your shorts.
“Don’t worry ma, he’s not up yet he won’t hea-”
“I am awake papa. Good mornin’” Megumi said while standing in the doorway of your room, yawning. Toji huffed down your neck as he gave it one final peck.
“Next time ma’ don’t worry.” He winked.
“Hey Megs, good morning champ, howdya’ sleep?” Toji said while clearing his throat.
“Good morning baby, did you sleep well?” You said as you started to get up to hug Megumi.
“Yeh I slept good. I’m hungry!” He said, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. You chuckle. He sounds exactly like Toji sometimes, their hunger insatiable. You get out of the bed and take his little hand as he drags you to the kitchen.
“Papa you comin’?”
“Give me a minute Megs I’ll be right out..” Toji sighs as he drags his hands over his face, lying there under the thin sheets trying to muster up the courage to get out of bed after your passionate morning..
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“So mama, what are we doin’ today?” Megumi asked while kicking his feet in his chair and trying to catch the scrambled eggs on his plate with a plastic fork. His tongue stuck out as he concentrated on the action.
“Flip the fork Megs.” Toji said over his mug of coffee. “Like this?” Megumi mumbled as he took the wrong end of the fork in his hand.
“No, silly, like this..” Toji placed the plastic fork in Megumi’s left hand with the spears facing down. “It’s called continental eating.” He smiled.
“Contintal eating.” Megumi repeated, mesmerized.
“Continental.” Toji corrected.
“That’s what I said papa.”
“You.. nevermind..” Toji sighed trying to subdue the laughter that is bubbling in his chest.
“Well Megs, today I thought we could go to the beach?” You said turning from the kitchen counter and handing Toji his plate of breakfast.
“BEACH?! YESYESYESYESYES YES MAMA LET’S GO NOW!!” Megumi got out of his chair and started jumping up and down. “LET’S GO LET’S GO!”
“Eeasy big guy hold your horses. We gotta pack first and load the car. We also have to go to the garage to get all your floaties you know? There is still a lot to do. So we gotta eat first and then we can go pack up, how bout’ that? ” Toji lectured as he took a bite of his 7 egg scramble with chicken, he needs the extra protein as he said.
“Thank you dove, this is incredible.” He murmured as he took another bite and kissed you on the forehead.
“Toji! You’ll get eggs in my hair come onn..” You protest trying to push the big man away as to not ruin the hair you just styled, while the man just laughed.
“Papa is right Megumi, finish your breakfast and then we’ll pack up.” And your son took that order as a challenge. He began scarfing down the food on his plate as fast as he could.
“All done!” He chirps licking his plate. You and Toji sat there in awe of the little kid’s speed. Megumi’s little mouth was covered in yoghurt as his tongue went haywire trying to collect all the remnants of the drink around his mouth.
“Megs come on champ don’t eat so fast, you’ll get a stomachache.” Toji warned with a stern tone. Megumi bolted up and ran over to his father, pulling his hand trying to get him to stand up.
“Come on papa!! We gotta pack!!” Megumi chirped as he pulled his father forward.
“H-Hey Megs, M-megumi, what the fuck how is he so strong?” Toji looks at you astonished, eyebrows raised and eyes huge. Megumi pulled him to the garage where a morning of packing awaits them.
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Oh how one could enjoy such a day. The breeze, the salty smell of the ocean, the crunch of the sand, it was perfect. You held Megumi’s hand as he skipped along the beach trying to find the perfect spot for your beach umbrella and towels. As your son was looking at te available places, your husband carried what seemed to be a ton of various items. Your large beach bag, the beach umbrella, a cooler full of drinks, food and snacks, Megumi’s endless floaties he simply had to bring, toys galore and 3 books for you because you “just couldn’t decide.” The only things he carried for himself were the sunglasses on his head, a towel, 3 beers and 4 sandwiches. That was it.
“Here mama this is the perfect place!” Megumi pointed at a spot that was relatively close to the water and a little less crowded. Toji sighed with relief as he lowered all of his tow onto the sand stretching the ache away. He quickly assembled the beach umbrella while you laid down the towels.You took off your shorts and tanktop to reveal a emerald green bikini a very similar shade to Toji’s eyes. He smirked as he unbuttoned his Hawaiian shirt to reveal the body of a greek good underneath. He looked as though he was carved from marble - the smooth plush plains of his chest rose up with every breath while his rigid abdomen flexed tickled by the light breeze. I was a sight to behold really.
“Okay I’m ready!” Megumi said standing there, grinning in his sky blue ducky trunks with a scuba mask on and matching ducky floaties around his thin arms which were hugging an even larger ducky floatie that was around his hips..
“You are not going anywhere mister! Sunscreen first!” You warned as you took the bottle out of your beach bag squirting a good amount into your hand.
“Mama come onnuh I wanna go play!” He whined.
“Megs you gotta wear sunscreen, it’s good for your skin. I’ll go dip and be right back..” Toji said already half turned to the water.
“You too mister! Don’t you move another muscle Fushiguro I know you. Sunscreen. Now. Both of you.” You ordered. You first applied the generous amount on Megumi’s chest shoulders and back and while you were putting it on his face you gave Toji the bottle.
“All done! Now wait a little bit before-” Megumi was already running off into the water without missing a beat. You sighed and looked at Toji who was just standing there holding the bottle of sunscreen.
“Can you help me?” He said with a shit eating grin.
”Toji I know damn well you know how to apply-”
“Please ma’, can you help me with this..?”
He smirked as you got up close to him and snatched the bottle right out of his hands. You squirted an even larger amount into your palm as you dotted and rubbed in the cream all over his chest and abs. You gaze was locked on the rippling flesh under your palm but you could feel his burning gaze on you, eyeing you from his towering hight. He was enjoying this more than he liked to admit. Especially the fact that you were frustrated with him. You were so cute - your little huffs and puffs of exasperation at the fact that a grown man needs help with sunscreen. He loved every second of it.
“Back.” you said in a flat tone. He turned around to let you have access to his broad muscular back. You dotted the sunscreen and rubbed nice slow circles into his skin feeling the wiring muscles underneath. It was an understatement to say he looked good - he looked like a god. It was borderline creepy how good he looked. As you finished he turned around to thank you.
“Thanks ma’ I appre-”
“We’re not done yet Fushiguro. Face.” You said with hands on your hips, waiting for him to get down to your height. He placed his sunglasses on his hair, slicking his raven bangs back in the process. He lowered his face in level with yours and just looked at you. His emerald green eyes scanning every single feature of the woman he would end anyone in the world for. How your brows creased in concentration, how your eyes looked at every dot of cream before moving onto the net spot. He saw it all - and he wouldn’t trade it for the world.
You dotted the cream on his face and started to gently rub it in. His hand grabbed your waist, possessively.
“You know ma’ I hate the way these freaks are ogling you right now.” He whispered. You could feel his breath on your face the scent of his mint gum hitting your nostrils immediately.
“You see that dumb fuck over there,” he gestured with his head to a man that was openly staring at the curve of your waist, “Maybe I should go talk to him, you know, sort some things out.” He said as he turned to look at the man staring. The man in question immediately lowered his gaze and turned to walk away.
“That’s what I fucking thought freak.” Toji mumbled squeezing your waist even tighter.
“PAPA! PAPA LOOK!” Megumi came running in to show you a shell he found. It was a small white snail shell with a brown stripe.
“Thats so cool Megs! You know, there are a lot bigger shells down by the buoys. We can swim there to see if there are any. How’s that sound? ” Toji smiled a genuine smile of a proud father.
“YES I WANNA SEE EM’ MAMA CAN WE GO?” Megumi jumped.
“Only if your father promises to take good care of you and you bring both of your floaties.”
“He will he will right papa?” Megumi looked at his father with orbs instead of eyes.
“With my life.” Toji said smirking. And off they went into the water to get some shells for a souvenier, While Toji swam like a shark, Megumi kicked his little feet to try to stay in line with his dad, but that was no easy feat for a six-year-old. At the end Toji went on to pull Megumi’s duck floaty all the way to the buoys. When they got there Megumi was mesmerized,
“We’re so far papa look! People look like ants! Can mama see us? HEYY MAMA!!” He yelled.
“She can see us but we are really tiny for her too you know.” Toji said leaning on to the buoy.
”Here is what we’re gonna do Megs. I need to borrow your scuba mask and I will dive down to the bottom to get some shells. You stay right here. Do. Not. Move. Understood?”
“B-but p-papa what if there is a big shark down there it will eat you. Also you can’t breathe under water..” His little chin wabbled.
“Megs don’t worry. I can see in the water and so if I see anything at all I’m coming back up okay? Don’t worry Im perfectly safe. Just stay right where you are okay?”
“Okay.. BE CAREFUL PAPA!” Megumi yelled. And with that Toji put on Megumi’s scuba glasses and took a deep breath in. His arms flew above his head and he disappeared into the dark water. For Megumi it seemed as though time had stopped - it felt like hours had passed since Toji went into the water. He held onto the buoy for his dear life as he tried not to think about the deep blue water beneath his feet. He really didn’t want to think about big scary sharks and monsters that lived down in the ocean, but he couldn’t help it. He suddenly whipped his head when he heard a loud gasp coming from his right side. It was Toji, his raven hair stuck to his forehead and the scuba mask fogged up because of the sudden temperature change.
“PAPA!” Megumi screamed as he flailed his tiny legs as fast as he could to get to his father.
“Look Megs, Look what I- hey Megs Its okay, Im okay look nothing happened” He soothed the little boy as Megumi hugged him as hard as he could.
“Look Megs I got something for mama too!” Toji exclaimed. In his hand he held a small seastar husk. It was red and pink, and he thought how well it would complement your eyes. He would have to find someone to turn it into a necklace, but that would be no problem.
“And for you, I brought this!” He said as he handed Megumi the largest shell he has ever seen. Megumi’s eyes widened at the sheer size of it.
“IT’S SO BIG WOOW” He yelled with a growl. “I wanna show mama!”
“Yeah we should head back she might start to worry, come on.” Toji said as he started pulling Megumi’s floatie back to the shore.
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“WHERE WERE YOU GUYS I WAS WORRIED SICK!” You yelled standing up after seeing your husband and son get out of the water.
“MAMA LOOK WHAT PAPA GOT ME!” Megumi beamed as he showed you the giant shell.
“Wow it is really big!” You exclaimed, amazed.
“And for you pretty, we brought this” Toji said, giving you the seastar.
“Oh Toji.. it’s so pretty, thank you..” You whispered as you went over it with your finger, feeling the rough exterior.
“I thought we could turn it into a necklace you know, to have something to remember the day by.” He smiled scratching the back of his neck.
“Yeah that would be great!” You said, kissing his lips. He sighed against your soft lips as he pulled you in closer. He could taste the coconut lipgloss you put on “for the beachy vibe” as you would say.
“EWWW I WANNA EAT!!” Megumi whined at you kissing.
“Well there is food in the cooler brat, let me kiss my wife.” Toji laughed as he also took a sandwich out of the cooler and sat down to eat, exhausted. After eating and another round of sunscreen it was time to lay in the shade. With a book in your hand you could sit like this all day. The weather was so nice, the light breeze carried the salty smell of ocean water through the air - and next to you, your husband and son were sound asleep being overexhausted from their little adventure. The longer you watched them the more your eyes fell - maybe a couple of minutes won’t hurt. You dropped your book and snuggled up to Toji who unconsciously squeezed your waist as you laid your head on his chest.
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a/n: Tysm for reading I hope you enjoyed and I can't wait to see you in the next part!! 💙
love without loyalty is just lust - but which feeling lies where between the king you've sworn to serve and the clown who'll never be able to make you laugh?
pairing: king!Sukuna x siren!Reader x jester!Gojo
content: mdni, angst and smut and fluff, medieval fantasy AU, forbidden love, heavy pining, piv sex, very unbalanced power dynamics, messy relationships, love letters, fem reader, light choking, face fucking, oral (m! + f! receiving), fingering, unprotected piv sex, secret relationships, medieval court politics, drama, gagging, restraints, falling in (and out) of love, betrayal, breeding kink, additional tags can be found in each chapter
part one: lust
before: Sukuna
part two: longing
before: Gojo
part three: loss
intermission: Gojo
part four: love
epilogue: Sukuna
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the original master list was taken down booooo but here's a new one hehe :p part two is coming in the next day or two <3
synopsis: a lawyer who has always been a man of justice does the immoral and uses his power to steal what should've been his.
cw: yandere behaviors, abuse of power, violence, sexual assault, use of curse words, mature content, pregnancy, mentions of self harm and suicide, angst, plot holes (i reread it and some parts felt like it was cut off short but I plan to let it stay that way), grammatical errors and misspellings (i think it's part of the beauty of writing :D too lazy to edit) word count: supposedly 1.2k became 2.2k-ish
a/n: pls, keep in mind that i don't study law or know much of it. i used google to search for the basics and might be inaccurate. this is a work of fiction only. AND PLS, don't steal my works or feed it to AI :( although i only write for funsies, i still work hard to get it done. if u don't like this, don't read it.
yandere!hiromi who fell in love with you on your first day in high school. he was the quiet kid in class, barely noticeable and never acknowledged. you were one of the brightest kid he knew, who always stood out in a crowd. a humble, kind girl that looks like she doesn't even know how pretty she is. you never really interacted. he never approached. one of the reasons why, is because he thinks you're too good for him. so for years, he strived to be someone deserving of his first love.
it's not really surprising that after ten years, you'd already be married. but why are you married to a... delinquent? you still look beautiful, way more than the last time he saw you. it's no wonder men still chase after you, only to be crushed under the soles of your husband's feet.
he learns of toji's reputation, a man who went in and out of prison in a span of five years.
since yandere!toji met you and got together, he'd been involved in fights with other men, claiming they've been "eye fucking" you or cat called you. the men he fought against especially gets beaten til near death when they grope or touch you without your consent. when you got married, it only became worse.
yandere!hiromi took the opportunity to use this against him to get him locked up for life, so yandere!toji couldn't do anything when he takes up his title as your husband.
yandere!toji who brutally beat up a man again, who kept following you on your way home. many people witnessed the whole thing on the sidewalk and watched the man get carried by the medics in an ambulance.
the next morning, yandere!toji wakes up grumpy by the sound of continuous knocking on your door, revealing a few police officers who has a warrant of arrest against him. he couldn't believe his ears when they said the man he beat up last night arrived on the hospital, dead. he's pretty sure he didn't hit the man too hard for him to die. though, he also thinks the bastard deserves to die anyway.
you hurry beside your husband, trying to defend him, which made his heart happy, but it's no use. yandere!toji let them handcuff him to the police car and got sent for an interrogation. everything you and your husband said contradicted the statements of the witnesses of the incident. even though you were telling the truth, you were seen as the traumatized wife trying to save your monster of a husband. you looked so pitiful, and pathetic.
during court trials, yandere!hiromi presented evidences of his consistent violent behaviors, inflicting serious injuries to multiple victims, which only added to the weight of his murder case. though toji's lawyer defended that he only did it to protect you, it seemed like the court had already decided who to side with. he called for toji's imprisonment for life without parole, under the guise of serving justice to the rest of the victims.
once the gavel hit the sound block and the final verdict echoed toji's sentence, your heart dropped and your legs weakened. "n-no, please, he didn't mean to do it! it's my fault!" you cried, trying to get to your husband but the security guards hurried him out before you could even reach him.
yandere!toji's heart ached so bad at the sound of your desperate pleas. he wanted to take you in his arms and whisper comfort, but he didn't. it's not that he couldn't break free from the cuffs, but he's afraid of making things worse than it already is. when he looked back, the last thing he saw before the wooden doors closed, was the back of his victim's lawyer, covering your form. not entirely but he could see the man wrap you in an embrace as you cried your eyes out.
yandere!toji's eyes widened.
he thought he was protecting you all this time. he hadn't really thought of what the consequences of his actions would be because he's too confident he could solve all problems with his fists. he only then realized too late that without him by your side, you're a prey surrounded by hungry predators.
one of them includes, yandere!hiromi.
that same day, hiromi looked after you. he comforted you, protected you from the media, and drove you home. he was nothing but kind, polite, and caring. you haven't really thought much about it because you were going through so much. it doesn't help that you weren't permitted to visit your husband, which was absurd to you. you tried to reason with anyone. you'd kneel until your knees give out if you had to, but yandere!hiromi was there to hold you by your arms and stop you.
right, you have a lawyer right in front of you. he explained all things you needed to know and of course, he mixed facts with made-up inclusions. after all the things he said, it left you hopeless and heartbroken. you couldn't do anything for toji. you can't even see him. what would be of you now?
a few weeks had passed, you were still grieving and rarely went out of your house. hiromi would drop by every other day to check on you, which you thought was sweet of him. if not because of him, you would've felt completely lonely. you're far from your family and in an unfamiliar city like this, you rarely built friendly relationships with people. well, your husband might've contributed in your little interaction with people because he said, it's for your safety.
your husband did all things for you. he had mentioned once that he hates it when you have to work a stressful job and worry about money. so he provided for the both of you, and gave his all to give you the best life he could. his possessiveness was part of his undying love for you but his jealousy... it's a different thing.
it makes him violent, the complete opposite of the face he shows only to you. his gentle touch turns into bloody fists the moment a man so much as looks at you wrong or a bit too long. you'd be lyinh if you say it didn't scare you. you did talk to him about it. in result, he only beat people up when you're not around.
the sound of the doorbell snaps you out of your thoughts. you rise from your crumpled sheets and bundled comforter you kept around you to mimic yandere!toji's embrace. frowning at loss of warmth, you covered yourself with a robe and went to open the door.
as expected, hiromi was here for his visit. you let him in and served him a cup of hot coffee. it looked like he got off work early since he carried his case with him. "i think, you can try to send him a letter." you stopped for a moment then looked at him, "r-really? can i, really?" he watched your hopeful eyes get a little teary.
once he nodded, you ran to your small office and wrote everything you wanted to say and ask from toji. your tears wet the papers as you wrote, making the ink bleed and smudge a bit. you didn't mind the mess, as long as it reaches your husband. the next time yandere!hiromi visits, you open the door for him before he could even press the doorbell, looking at him expectantly. it quickly died down when he shook his head.
"i haven't received any response from him yet."
"okay..."
and the next ones, you kept asking about it before you even say hi to him. every time he gives the answer you didn't want, you deflate and bite your lips in worry. slowly, the little hope left in you vanished. on a rainy monday afternoon, he comes over and delivered a news.
"i finally got to talk with the prison staff who handed him your letter. he didn't write anything back even if he was given the materials." he cleared his throat, as if hesitant to say something else. "he, uh... he was asking for a divorce..."
all you could mutter was a shaky "oh", looking away from him as you try to hold back your tears.
"i'm sorry. can you please come back next time? i need some time alone." he swallowed back his urge to pull you in his arms. "of course." once he left, you broke into sobs, your heart and chest was physically aching.
yandere!hiromi leaned on your closed door from outside, listening to your pitiful cries, he clenched his fists tight, his nails dug into his hands painfully. yandere!hiromi who spent months trying to get close to you as he helped you get over your husband. he was everything toji wasn't. he was always so patient and handles everything calmly.
his love never felt even the slightest bit suffocating and he doesn't use violence to deal with other people who disrespects you. unlike your now ex husband yandere!toji, yandere!hiromi doesn't need to resort to violence to protect you and get what he want. he understands the law very well. that's all he needed to use to get you.
hiromi was there for you during your worse and vulnerable times, you eventually lean into his arms.
until the perfect night came where comfort turned into a confession, and you find yourself in his bed. he held you like he's afraid you'd break, almost similar to toji's, but he made love to you differently. his kisses were soft, his teeth nip at your skin but never bites down.
he tangles his fingers with yours when he chases his high with you, promising to love you and only you forever as he fills you up to the brim. he pulls out only when you tell him to, then lays next to you, holding you close. his hand holds down your belly, thumb caressing your skin and kisses your neck. you hum in satisfaction, eyes closed with as smile on your lips.
while yandere!toji is in prison, rotting, living only for the day you come to visit. but weeks turned into months, you never came and his letters go unanswered. he was losing himself every single day that goes by without seeing you, touching you, or even hearing your voice. he was hoping to at least get a single letter to know you're doing fine.
he needed to know you're safe, even without him. then comes a letter for him. not from you, nothing else was written on the envelope. when he opened it, it was a cut out piece of an article from a newspaper, featuring you and the lawyer he saw on his court trial. you're... getting married?!
"what the fuck is the meaning of this?! hey, you! who gave you this?!" the guard ignored him and he's left alone with his sanity slipping away.
you're back on track with your new life, happier with your overworked husband. all things that needed to be dealt with before your wedding was handled by none other than yandere!hiromi. you let him be because he knew what he was doing, it's his profession.
oh but, how clueless of you of the cruel things he actually did.
you have no idea how he planned your ex husband's downfall, which he believes toji brought upon himself. you have no idea of the strings he pulled so toji's letters and yours never reach each other. you have no idea, toji never wanted to divorce you and never asked for it. you have no idea how much yandere!hiromi has loved you for so long.
you would've never thought that the mysterious kid sitted at the back of the class, whom everyone warned you to stay away from, was the same man you're married to now. the door closed behind him and sees you walk up to him, an apron over your maternal dress.
he leaned down to meet your lips. "didn't i tell you to rest, my love?" he whispered on your ear, caressing your back when you pulled him down to a hug. "yes, but i wanted to cook for you." you let go of him, sighing as your hand went to the bump on your belly.
"he's getting heavier each day." you chuckled. "that's why i told you—"
"to rest, i know. this is the last time I'll cook until he comes out, i promise." he nods, pressing a kiss on your head, knowing you'd probably get the urge to touch the kitchen again. seems like two maids aren't enough to look after you, after all.
once your son was born, everything felt completely perfect. the life you once dreamt with toji was now formed with another man. sometimes, you still think of how he was doing and what life could've been if things didn't happen as they did. but then you look at your current life, in the newly framed family photo that contains you, your baby boy on your arms, and hiromi. you silently sigh in satisfaction. you couldn't ask for more.
yandere!toji stares at the same picture, sent by yandere!hiromi. still in the same prison cell, in the same prison uniform. the life he promised you was stolen from the both of you, and you seem like you never had a clue. that son of a bitch stole everything from him. that was supposed to be him, beside you.
you were supposed to be his.
yandere!toji who ends up drowning in his heartbreak, he couldn't think straight. he gets transferred to a psychiatric hospital due to his countless attempts of self harm and suicide. he was forced to endure the constant torture of living a life he saw no point in continuing without you in it.
ok, ok. stay with me on this one bcuz it's boring and mellowed down like the few ones I've written before, but i put my heart into it. i tried my best, i swear 😔 i'll attempt to write the former later on.
wc: 1.8k, unedited.
yandere ex-husband!hiromi is a man of his word and the vows he recited during your wedding was absolute. he sees you as his partner for life, the one he'd build a family with, the one who's going to be there for him no matter the circumstance, and lastly, the one he'd grow old with. he had never imagined a life without you in it. so when you handed him the divorce papers after dinner one night, he didn't know what to do.
he went over the words, reading it repeatedly but it doesn't go through his head right away. it's not that he couldn't comprehend, but he doesn't understand why it has to go through a divorce, when you could just have a talk and share your concerns. "why?..." was the first thing he asked. he doesn't know where he's gone wrong. he did everything, everything to make you a happy wife.
you were rubbing your arm, blinking more than usual per second. you're nervous and hesitant. "i don't think i love you anymore." it was his first heartbreak from you. "i don't think you deserve to stay tied to a loveless marriage, hiro. the truth is i... i-i'm in love with someone else right now." hiromi's sight goes back and forth from blurry to normal, he could audibly hear the way he exhaled a breath through his mouth.
"no, i didn't cheat. i couldn't do it, i couldn't betray you like that." he didn't know if he was supposed to feel relieved by that but all he was feeling at that moment was the ache in his chest, creeping up his throat. he had never felt this much hurt before but he couldn't even cry. "would it make you happy if i signed this?" a single nod was all it took for him to sign the papers.
he watched you pack your clothes that night, standing there motionless even after you hugged him one last time and thanked him for everything he'd done. he didn't see you off. it pained him so much to do so. he just looked out the city from the bedroom window, watching the rain pour down aggressively.
a year had passed since then. he stood near his office window, watching the rain fall on the city as he smoked a cigarette. a year since he let you go, it costed him his sanity. after you left, he had trouble sleeping and he couldn't stomach his food. it affected his performance at work and soon, his body suffered. it took him months to recover and now he's sabotaging it again with nicotine air filling his lungs.
it rained just like this that night. you remembered clearly how heavy your luggages were when you left your ex-husband's penthouse. your chest felt heavy as you waited for the rain to weaken before hailing a cab to drive you to your small apartment. your shoes were soaked with rain water by the time you arrived at your new home. you dipped in the bathtub of warm water, thinking if you've made the right decision.
you should have known better than leaving a life where you've got everything you could've ever wanted, but no. you just had to ruin it over your feelings for someone else.
working overtime on a typical office job was where you landed. it was an everyday struggle you had to go through to be able to put some food on the table. your boyfriend, kento, was also doing his best, working overtime just like you. you don't remember the last time you'd seen him clearly and asked how he's doing. your schedules often contradicts and whenever it doesn't, you're both too tired to do anything, you just fall asleep next to each other.
you were both happy when you first started dating. you moved in with him to save money and everything was good. you never argue because you compromise with each other. you find time to do what you like and go on dates whenever you can.
you don't do that anymore. after the landlord raised the price for your monthly rent, you both decided it's best to not go on dates anymore to cover it up. it's the only cheap apartment you could afford. then comes the other costs of living. everything is so expensive, you had to be frugal and buy things on sale. you also had to save up money for a new washer because it's more expensive to go to a laundry shop and besides, you both didn't have time to waste on doing that.
you're both so busy every single day, trying to survive but you're not living anymore. you thought, you'd somehow find happiness when you've become independent with a new partner. but it's so far from that.
you tiredly stared at the variety of convenience store food in front of you, pondering which one to get for you and your boyfriend. first, you looked at the prices, which ones are the cheapest and if they're worth the price. never in your life had you thought you'd even do something like this when you were with hiromi— you sighed. there's no point of thinking about it.
you grabbed two of the cheapest bento and headed to the counter. you stood behind a tall man in a suit. your eyes went to his back and up to the back of his head, so familiar, you unintentionally called out for him before you could even realize. "hiro..." your voice was small but he definitely heard it. he turned to look at you before you could hide yourself.
your eyes widened and stammered, "a-ah, sorry, i called you all of a sudden." you avoided his gaze, looking down at your bentos. he didn't say anything for a moment but you could feel his eyes looking at you from head down to your worn out shoes. you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. why does he have to see you like this?
"um, it's been quite some time since I saw you. are you doing well?" when you looked at him again, you saw how dark the circles under his eyes had gotten. his cheekbones were a little more prominent, and a tired look on his face, just like how you and your boyfriend have. "you don't look happy. why?" he asked instead of answering your question.
your mouth opened and closed without saying anything for a moment. "i-i was." the sound of the item scanner from the cashier was the only sound surrounding you. you didn't know why you waited for him to laugh and ridicule you, even if you knew he wasn't that kind of person. he had always been reserved and respectful. or maybe he changed after a year?
he turned his back on you since it's his turn to pay for his item. he left the store when he was done and you thought that was it. but when you got out, you saw him smoking near the exit. he exhaled the smoke to the opposite direction before facing you. "when are you coming home?"
home? the confusion on your face spoke for you. "our home. or do you not have any plans of coming back?" it's as if your brain short circuited for a second there. "hiro, we're divorced... there's nothing for me to go back to." he sighed, "there is if you come back to me. that's all it takes for you to live without worrying about anything else."
your hand tightened at the plastic bag you're holding. "i'm trying my best to achieve that without your help. kento and i are doing just fine." he almost scoffed. instead, took a hit on his cigarette and blew the smoke the other way again.
"you're fine living like a slave to your job and living in a poor condition? look at you, your things are worn out and you eat unhealthy foods because it's the cheapest. is love the only thing that's keeping you alive? is this what happiness looks like to you, huh, y/n?—"
"i get it, okay?!" you cut him off. "i look miserable and poor. every day, i always wonder what my life could've been if i hadn't given up the life i had with you, just to be with the man i fell in love with. i was happy with him, hiro... i'm sick of living like this but i'm too ashamed of myself to go back to you." you cried, hands trembling as the skies cried with you too.
hiromi got rid of his cigarette before he approached you. he held your other hand and placed a card on it. "call me if you're ready to come back home. i'll pick you up." he left you alone, under the shade of the store.
when you got in your apartment, kento was on his laptop, typing while his eyes go from the screen to the papers on the table. he didn't even hear you arrive or maybe he decided to ignore you. you heat up your meals in the microwave and had dinner. once done, you finally decided to have the conversation and end things. it's as if kento was waiting for you to break up with him, he just nodded and said, "okay."
it still hurt you but you didn't say anything else. the next day, you didn't wake up early to go to work. kento was already gone so you just quietly packed up your things and called your ex-husband's number once you're done. he arrived quickly, carrying the same luggages you took with you when you left him and put it in the back of his car. you took a last look at the small apartment before closing it behind you.
life became so much better when you got remarried to him. you didn't have to stress yourself out over piled tasks your seniors pushed on you. you didn't have to endure being pushed around to keep your job. you didn't have to work to have something to eat. all you had to do was stay as your husband!hiromi's loving and loyal wife. he became much sweeter with you, finishing as much work as he possibly could, just to get home early to you.
he chose to forget what you did, or maybe he pretended to. he doesn't know who suffered more, if it was him who physically got sick at your absence or you. he couldn't believe it took you a whole year, enduring the poor life he secretly pushed on you and kento, before you finally gave in.
what matters now is you're right here where he could hold you and kiss you whenever, knowing that your ex-boyfriend was probably drinking and overworking himself to death, for he was only a powerless man who couldn't do anything to make you stay.
Hiromi Higuruma is seething with jealousy when his pretty assistant is re-assigned to another attorney — so he spanks her !
Your ass was heated under Higuruma's hand, bright and red from the amount of sharp hits it's taken. "Hiro!" You yelped, legs lifting up in the air in reflex when his had struck down again.
"What was he telling you, hm? That he would treat you so much better than me?" At this point your panties were drenched in arousal as you recalled the earlier events. You both were in the office. Him busy with paperwork and you talking his ear off. “Will you miss me Hiro?” You spun around in your chair, sliding over to Higuruma’s desk where he sat — looking over a few papers. His foot placed itself on your seat, pushing you away from him back to where you were.
“I believe not. I can only pray that my next assistant won’t be as talkative as you.” He simply said, glancing towards you for half a second. Because if he looked at you for longer than that, he was sure he’d say what his heart desire to.
You’ve been partners for the past year, but after a recent notice from the law firm explaining the change of your position, you would no longer be taking the usual route to his office. And you definitely wouldn’t be making a stop at his favorite bakery every morning for his black coffee & bagel anymore.
“Well, I hope that my next attorney will be more talkative than you.” You shot back, pouting.
“I’m sure she won’t be.”
“Ah, it’s actually another man i’ll be assisting.” Higuruma froze. Another male lawyer? Surely, he heard wrong, right? "What was his name.." You looked upwards to the ceiling, recalling the name of your new attorney. "I believe his name was Kento, Kento Nana.. something."
'You've got to be shitting me.' Higuruma thought to himself. Out of all the males in the building, he was the one to steal you away from him. Your phone ringing interrupted his thoughts. You reached for it on the other side of your desk, checking the caller id. "Oh! It's him!"
Higuruma frowned, staying quiet in hopes of listening it to whatever the blonde was saying.
You used the same tone on Nanami as well — polite & sweet. "Okayyy, I'll be there!" That made Higuruma's brow rise, studying your face closely. After you hung up, you grabbed your coat and purse. "He invited me for lunch! We'll be going to the bakery down the street."
"I don't think so." His monotone voice cut through your excitement, resting his elbows on his desk. "It's not lunch for you just yet."
"Mmm, well I don't really work for you anymore do I?" You teasingly said, not know the way your words made his heart sting. "I'll see you later Hiro!" Closing the door behind you, silence filled the office. Higuruma was conflicted in going after you, dragging you back inside to fuck you sweetly over his desk — begging for you to stay.
But he could wait.
Nanami walked you back to the law firm, offering you his warmer coat to protect you from the cold weather. "Are you sure you don't want it? It's quite chilly and yours doesn't look like it's doing much."
"I'm alright! Besides, we're here anyways." You hummed.
The blonde nodded, corner of his eyes crinkling as he smiled down at you. "It was a pleasure getting to know you more. I'm more than positive we'll get along well at work."
Of course, Higuruma couldn't help but look at the two of you through the window, hence why he has you now over his lap. "I asked you a question, sunflower."
"H-he just said than he looks f-forward to working together!" You hissed out when his larger hand massaged the newly bruised cheeks. His cock was pulsing underneath you, begging to be released and stuffed in you already. Higuruma hummed, squeezing you roughly. "And what else."
"Is all! I promise!"
His dark & tired eyes met yours, trying to see if you were saying the full truth. He allowed his hand to travel up to your hair, stroking it gently. "He won't know how to handle you. He'll send you back to me in no time."
"Hiro.." You whined, arching your back. Because obviously, you couldn't help but enjoy the sudden attention your boss gave you. He craned his neck, mocking your neediness. "What is it babe? Need me to hit you some more?" He lightly smacked your ass, sticking two fingers into your mouth. "Is that it?"
Without warning, his hand lifted once again, landing another blow on you. "You're so drenched, are you not ashamed." He chuckled, sliding your panties to the side. Your cunt was dripping downwards to his pants, staining them with your arousal.
"Shit.. this all for me?" His eyes met yours again, seeking for an answer. You nodded, sucking obediently at his digits. "... Let's get you on the desk. C'mon." Higuruma's giant hands manhandled your fragile body onto his desk, moving any important folders to the side to make room for you.
"He won't know what to do with you.." He repeated, sliding his thumb in between your folds.
“Please.” You managed to moan out. “Please what?” Higuruma wiped his wet finger on his lips, tasting you. “I so badly want to eat you out. But we’ll save that for another time.”
Out of all the dicks you’ve seen in your lifetime, Higuruma had the longest. “I don’t think it’ll fit!” He quickly shut you up with a hit to your ass. “I’ll fucking make it fit.”
Higuruma’s fingers dug into your hips, pulling you towards his cock. He threw his head back, watching as he entered your tight hole inch by inch.
“That’s it,” He grunted, pushing his hips forward to fill you up entirely. “You’re doing so good.” His hands moved up to grip your waist, helping you move alongside him. He could help but let his mouth hang slightly open, tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip. He was breathless under your grip, entranced at the recoil of your plush ass as it hit against him. “You’re doing so good.” he praised.
His cock was thick, stretching you out deliciously. All you could do was moan out his name repeatedly, upper body resting on his desk as you cunt happily took him in from the back.
“Better not see you smile at Kento the way you do with me.”
“I w-won’t..!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, seeing stars. The desk shook underneath you, feeling almost positive that the office below could figure out what was going on upstairs.
“Should stuff you full with my cum that way you’re stuck with me. You want that?” His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing and spreading your cheeks. “Yes! God yes!” You screamed.
your nerdy husband helping you and your daughter with her math homework (requested!!) 𑣲 .✦ ݁˖ ۶ৎ
husband!megumi fushiguro x f!reader, girl dad megumi, probably ooc i’m sorry😓, megumi has glasses, fluff | wc 1.5k
"...um...so now what?"
you're sat at the kitchen table, half slumped over in your seat and exhausted from the past half-hour of helping or trying to help your daughter with her math homework. if you’re honest, you’re not even sure if you can call it helping. between the heavy flipping through your daughter's textbooks and the scattered mess of sheets across the table, the two of you have solved an embarrassingly small number of questions, and it's clear you're both at the end of your tether.
your daughter glances up at you, expression half-incredulous before bursting into complaint.
"why are you asking me what to do? you're supposed to be the one helping me!"
you chew at your lip in frustration. sure, maybe you're not that big of a math enthusiast but surely you have to have it in you to be able to do this level of math at least, you reason with yourself.
with a quick sigh, you pull your chair closer to the table to get a better look at the equation once more.
"...okay. so...maybe try multiply the root out...and then um...you should get….." you trail off. it’s obvious by now that you’re totally lost. that results in a wail from your daughter as she buries her face in her hands, a few stray sheets falling to the floor in the process.
“…what are you both doing up so late at night?”
you look up, and for the first time today, you think maybe there finally is some hope for your daughter to complete her math homework.
the hope himself — megumi fushiguro — is stood in the doorway, his expression unimpressed as he stares at you both through his glasses, taking in the chaos. textbooks are scattered haphazardly, worksheets and pages discarded and your daughter is currently half on the verge of tears.
unfortunately enough for your poor husband, this is definitely not an uncommon sight for him. in fact, it’s become a sort of routine for you and your daughter — every sunday evening, no fail, you both manage to wind up in the exact same situation.
it isn’t like you aren’t both aware of the issue, either. he’s scolded you both countless times, his features stern as ever as he’d lectured you on the importance of not procrastinating. but as always, his lecture seems not to have gotten through to either of you.
megumi simply sighs, too tired to even question it this time, before making his way to the table. you gratefully slip out of your seat so that he can take your place next to his daughter, allowing you to stand back and watch him. he reaches over the table to organise the mess of sheets and workbooks into a neat pile before picking up the pen.
it’s cute, really, and you can’t help but bite back a smile at the sight: your husband leaning over the worksheet, brows pinched in careful concentration and his slender hand moving fluidly over the paper as he demonstrates how to solve the next question, and to his left, your daughter, her own expression equally as serious as she tries to keep up.
you try — and fail — to stifle a tiny pleased sound at the sight, causing megumi to turn and raise a brow at you, unamused.
“what are you doing? sit, you need to pay attention too.” megumi taps the table, nudging his head in the direction of the seat opposite him. “how else are you going to help her next time?”
“…me? but can’t you just do it next time, megs?”
he looks up from the equation he’s solving to throw you an unimpressed look.
“okay, fiiine.” you huff out before sliding into the seat opposite him.
with your head resting against your palm, you watch as he works through the equations, his voice low and brows pinched in concentration as he explains each step to your daughter. it’s sweet, and you can’t help but cherish the evenings spent like this. not to mention, despite all his grumbling, you can tell that megumi likes the domesticity of it all too.
-
he’s always been like that — enjoying chores and seeing no problem in sitting through tedious tasks, never uttering a complaint. you’d teased him at first, finding it hilarious when he confessed that he actually looked forward to doing chores with you, solving the sudoku whilst curled up on the couch, or even just studying.
the first time the topic came up, you’d been washing the dishes with him stood by your side, neatly wiping them dry and placing them on the counter. you’d nudged him teasingly, throwing a quick glance in his direction.
“you know, megs, you’re such a workaholic sometimes..”
“…how so?”
“you always seem so content when we do chores or boring tasks. it’s almost creepy you know.” you had mumbled, looking up from the dishes once more to study his expression. he seemed unbothered by the observation, but you could see the way his mouth was just slightly parted, as though wordlessly questioning your words. “not to mention,” you continued, “i’ve never met somebody who enjoys solving math equations for fun until i met you.”
he didn’t reply, simply dropping his gaze back to the plate he’d been wiping before humming quietly in acknowledgment.
“if i didn’t know gojo, i’d have assumed he was reaaally strict with you as a kid, but we both know that’s definitely not true…” you trailed off — it had been just last week when satoru had visited and had absolutely spoilt your daughter upon coming to visit you both, after all.
after some quiet deliberation, megumi finally decided to speak up, voice softer than usual.
“…i guess it’s just nice to have a routine. it’s a nice change from all the chaos.”
you had smiled at that, studying your husband’s face once more.
“hm, yeah. i guess you’re right, megs.”
-
finally, megumi finishes explaining the last of the homework questions. your daughter jump ups from her seat with a relieved expression, holding up the worksheet and looking over it with a pleased expression.
meanwhile megumi stretches, cracking his neck and allowing his eyes to flutter shut for a second as he lifts his head towards the ceiling. you study the way his lashes graze his cheek slightly as he inhales before bringing himself to sit upright once more. he turns to face you and your daughter once more.
“next time,” he murmurs pointedly, tone firm but not harsh, “don’t save your work until sunday evening, okay?”
you both nod, though all three of you know that his words have definitely fallen on deaf ears as always.
megumi watches your daughter rush upstairs to get ready for bed before he finally lets himself relax a fraction, yawning and placing his head onto the desk. you stay sat in the seat opposite him, allowing your hands to run over the dark tufts and spikes of his hair before carefully lifting his glasses from his head, placing them on the table next to him.
“megs, you’re going to break your glasses like that.” you murmur softly, voice gentle and expression concerned. your eyes graze over his slumped form, the way the stray spikes of hair cling to the nape of his neck and the tired slump of his shoulders. “do you want me to make you some tea..?”
he shakes his head no before lifting his head once more, watching you through half-bleary eyes. he tries to rub the sleepiness away, attempting to focus on your face as best as he can without his glasses on as you frown at the glass lenses, trying to rub them clean with a cloth. you’d never really noticed just how dirty they’d gotten, and of course megumi being megumi, he’d probably never even considered taking the time to look after himself instead of others.
so you take it upon yourself to offer him this simple act of care, hands steady as you rub the glass clean in circular motions.
you both sit like that in silence for a short while longer, with you still gently cleaning his glasses lenses as he sits sleepily, cheek pressed against his hand as he watches you.
you eventually decide to speak, your voice tentative.
“seriously, though…thank you, megumi.”
he blinks at that, a little thrown off-guard, and for once the usual stoic expression seems to melt into something slightly softer.
“…it’s…nothing.” he sighs, sitting up and scratching his neck. “like i said though…next time, try not to leave it so late.”
you stifle a tiny giggle at that.
“…yeah, yeah — i won’t.”
you both know that isn’t true, but megumi decides not to comment on it. he’s completely content with things as they are, anyway.
author’s notes: agh i’m so sorry for taking SOO long to write this req but i enjoyed writing about nerd megumi & i loved the idea of him having glasses too so thank you!!
also i’m sorry that this is a little ooc💔 i tried ahh
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divider creds @/dividers-are-us and @/cursed-carmine!
Meeting your daughter’s boyfriend for the first time (ft a very protective dad toji).
You were seated next to your husband, Toji, and across from your daughter, waiting for her boyfriend to show up to the restaurant. Technically he wasn't late, you guys just were too early.
“I already don’t like this.” hearing his words, you smack the back of his head playfully. “What?!” he rubs at the spot, his expression annoyed. “Stop whining, Toji. Sweetheart, don't mind him. You know your dad.” you turn to your daughter as you flash her a sympathetic smile.
“I know mom. Dad please be nice to him. I’m sure you’ll like him.” your daughter pleads with her eyes, and Toji only nods at that before giving in to her puppy eyes.
She suddenly sits upright, focusing her gaze at the entrance. You and toji both turn around at the same time, and are immediately greeted with a nervous young man. When his eyes met your table, he started approaching it slowly.
You grin at your daughter, whose breathing turned shallow. “He’s cute! I like him. Good choice… definitely your mom’s daughter…”
Your husband spins his neck rapidly, staring at you intently with an offended look. “What is that even supposed to mean?” squinting his eyes, he sighs before continuing. “I personally don’t like him, and that’s just my opinion.” That earns him a glare. “You don’t know the guy..?”
Just as your daughter’s boyfriend arrived at the head of the table, you all stood to greet him. He mutters a quiet ‘hello ma'am’ and offers his palm. You quickly shook it, smiling warmly at him. You could see him gulping before facing Toji, and you tried your best to keep your composure and not let out a laugh.
“Good evening, sir. It’s so nice to finally meet you and Ms. Fushiguro.” Toji eyes him up and down and hums slowly at him. “I would say the same, but my wife doesn’t like it when I lie.” That earns him a pinch to the arm, to which he lets out a quick pained sigh.
“Toji, be nice!” You whispered to him as you gestured for him to shake the poor young man’s hand. He complied but of course, he almost crushed his hand in the process.
Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.
“Don’t mind him, honey. He likes to joke around a lot. Let’s sit down, mhm?” You suggest before settling back on your chair. Flipping through the menu, conversation starts flowing between you, your daughter and her boyfriend, but all Toji does is glare at the man, and throw critical commentary here and there.
By the end of dinner, Toji managed to get on your nerves faster than he ever did during your twenty three years of being married, to say the least. You lost count of how many times you smacked his thigh or pinched his arm or stepped on his foot.
Your daughter never looked more done and stressed, not even academics got to her this way. As for her boyfriend, he was petrified. Toji has asked very specific and personal questions for a first encounter, and you knew he was just trying to bait him.
Nonetheless, the boyfriend passed, but the husband was pissed. On the way home, Toji kept nagging about how he has a bad feeling about the relationship, and how he just wants to protect his baby girl. You sent your little one first, and remained seated in the car with Toji.
“She’s growing up fast.” You say as your eyes stay on her, until she finally disappears inside. “Yeah..” you turn to your partner, and place your palm over his hand. “Toji I know you’re worried, but this was bound to happen. She’s not a little kid anymore. She’s a smart, strong and capable young woman.”
Toji squeezes your hand, letting out a frustrated sigh. “I know, I just … I-I guess it’s hard seeing her become so big. She was this small-“ he mimics holding a baby in his arms. A silent moment passes by before he leans over and pecks your cheek. “I guess I can try to tolerate the guy, but I'm not making any promises.”
You both get out of the car, and start making your way towards the front door. “Alright, that’s a start! Just, don’t be mean to him in front of her. She’ll get upset.”
“But i still feel like he’s a piece of shi-“ you twist the doorknob with more force than necessary, and push the door open until it hits the wall. “Oh my god we literally just talked!”
Toji’s eyes widened in fear, and immediately apologised for his words. The next morning, breakfast was all talks about last night’s dinner, and praise about how much Toji liked the guy.
It’s safe to say, you taught your husband a lesson for his bad behavior.
a/n: ignore the amount of times i repeated daughter and husband. Also this was lowk better in my head. Anyways i headcanon that toji would actually be such a girl dad. Idk. Dividers by @cursed-carmine . Art credits to the rightful owners.
[ SYNOPSIS ] — When a careless comment triggers your eating disorder relapse, Megumi is left confused as to how to approach the situation until you leave him with no choice. w.c: 8k
[ PAIRING ] — bf!megumi fushiguro x ex-ballerina!reader
[ TAGS ] — fem!reader, non-sorcerer au, they are adults.
TW: eating disorder, body dysmorphia, food restrictions, guilt tripping (from reader), toxic ballet culture, angst w a happy ending, hurt/comfort, relapse and recovery, emotional confrontation, therapy is mentioned. art by: @/sa2men on twt.
[ A/N ] — THIS FIC IS A REQUEST! However, a similar idea has been sitting in my drafts for a very long time, I wrote it for myself first to help me with recovery, so I would like apologise to anon first if it doesn't match their request 100%. Thank you to however reads this, and for those that also struggle with their eating disorders, I want you to remember that you are worth more than your ed, it is difficult to navigate through life with it and I am very proud of those that continue to go on despite it. You matter and I love you.
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The lights were always too hot. That’s what you remembered most. Not the ache in your calves or the pinch of toe shoes, but the way the stage lights bore down on your shoulders like a judgment. You could feel them even before the curtain rose, a warmth that made your leotard feel two sizes too small.
You were the tallest in your class that year, which should have been an advantage. Long lines, your first instructor had said when you were six, pressing down on your shoulders to lengthen your neck. You have the bones for it. But somewhere between ten and eleven, your body had decided to curve in ways the other girls' hadn't yet. Your thighs thickened. Your hips spread just slightly, and suddenly your lines weren't so clean anymore.
"Again."
Madame Dupont's voice cut through the rehearsal studio like a blade. You were at the barre, sweat cooling on your neck, one hand resting on the wood that was slick from the last hour of work. The other girls had moved to their water bottles. You were supposed to join them.
"Just you," she clarified, and the room went quiet; it always did when someone was about to be made an example of. "The développé. I want to see it."
Your stomach clenched. The extension from passé to full arabesque required your leg to lift and hold, floating up as if it weighed nothing at all. The other girls could do it with a kind of effortless grace, their legs rising as if pulled by strings. Yours fought gravity every inch of the way.
You returned to the barre. You set your feet in fifth position and felt the tremor that was already starting in your standing leg. You lifted into passé, felt your thigh burn, and then extended.
You saw it in the mirror before you felt it, saw the slight wobble in your supporting ankle and the way your extended leg didn't quite reach the height the others achieved. Your hips tilted, compensating. Wrong. It was wrong.
"Enough." Madame Dupont didn't raise her voice. She never did. That was almost worse. "You see the problem, yes? The line breaks here." She pointed with her cane vaguely toward your thigh, toward your hip, and you felt your face flush hot. "It disrupts the whole silhouette. You are fighting your own body. A dancer cannot fight her body. A dancer's body is her instrument, and yours is… resistant."
You lowered your leg. The silence in the room was sticky, uncomfortable. You could feel the other girls not looking at you, which was somehow worse than if they'd stared.
"We will continue to work on this," Madame Dupont said, already turning away. "But you should consider whether the corps is perhaps a better fit for your physique. Skip dinner today; breakfast tomorrow too."
You nodded because that was what you did. You nodded and you didn't cry, not there, not until later in the bathroom stall with your hand pressed over your mouth so no one would hear.
The role was Giselle. The peasant girl who dies of a broken heart and becomes a spirit, all gossamer and grief. You wanted it so badly you could taste it, something metallic and desperate at the back of your throat.
You started skipping breakfast because it was the easiest meal to miss. Your mother left for work early, and she never checked the trash to see if you'd actually eaten the toast she laid out. Lunch was harder—the school cafeteria had monitors—but you learned to push food around your plate, to take bites so small they barely counted, to wrap things in napkins, and to bury them at the bottom of your bag.
The weight came off slowly at first, then faster. Your thighs stopped touching at the very top when you stood with your feet together, and you would stare at that gap in the mirror like it was proof of something. Proof that you could do this. Proof that your body wasn't resistant after all, that you could mold it into whatever shape you needed it to be.
Your développé improved. Madame Dupont noticed. She didn't praise you—she never praised anyone—but she stopped correcting you, and that felt the same. Better, even.
When the casting went up, you found your name at the top of the list. Giselle. You stared at it for so long that the letters started to blur and you had to blink hard to bring them back into focus. Your heart was pounding so fast you felt dizzy, but it was a good dizzy, a victorious dizzy.
You called your mother from the studio phone. She cried. You didn't.
The week before the performance, you stopped eating almost entirely. Just water, just black coffee, just the occasional apple cut into slices so thin you could see light through them. You were still hungry—you were always hungry—but hunger had started to feel like something else. Like discipline. Like control. Like the only thing standing between you and the corps, between you and Madame Dupont's dismissive cane waving at your unacceptable body.
Performance night. The theater was full. You could hear the murmur of the audience through the curtain, hundreds of people settling into velvet seats, program pages rustling. You stood in the wings in your white peasant dress, your heart hammering so hard you could feel it in your temples.
The first act went well. Your feet found their marks, and your arms traced the air the way you'd practiced a thousand times. The hunger was a hollow ache in your stomach, but you were floating above it, running on adrenaline and terror and the blinding heat of the lights.
And then, during your solo—the famous mad scene, Giselle's heart breaking—something went wrong.
It started as a lightness in your head, a kind of fizzing at the edges of your vision. The stage tilted. You tried to compensate, tried to keep dancing, because that was what you did; that was what Madame Dupont had drilled into you: you danced through pain, through exhaustion, through anything. The show didn't stop.
But your body stopped.
You didn't feel yourself fall. You only heard the collective inhale from three hundred people, a sound like all the air being sucked out of the room at once. And then nothing.
You woke up backstage. Someone had put a cold cloth on your forehead. Your mother was there, which didn't make sense because she was supposed to be in the audience; she was supposed to be watching you be brilliant. Her face was pale, and her eyes were red, and before you could ask what happened, you heard Madame Dupont's voice from somewhere above you, clipped and cold.
"This is what I was afraid of. I knew she wouldn't be fit for the role."
You closed your eyes again. You wished you hadn't woken up at all.
You quit ballet that summer. You told your mother it was because you'd lost your passion for it, and she believed you because she wanted to. She'd been scared by the fainting, scared by the sharp lines of your collarbones that had started showing through your skin. She took you to a doctor, then a therapist, then a nutritionist. You learned words like "disordered eating," "restriction cycle," and "refeeding," and you hated all of them because they made your control sound like illness.
But you got better. Sort of. You stopped counting calories and started counting other things—steps on your phone, laps in the pool, and miles on the treadmill. It wasn't the same, you told yourself. It was healthy. Everyone should exercise. Everyone should stay in shape. You ate three meals a day, reasonable portions, nothing extreme. You didn't weigh yourself more than once a month. You were fine. You were absolutely fine.
And then you met Megumi.
Megumi was quiet in a way that made you feel quiet, too, like his presence turned down the volume on the anxious voice that usually whispered in the back of your mind. He didn't talk much, but he listened, and he watched, and he noticed things. The first time he kissed you, his hand had come up to cup your jaw so gently that you'd almost cried. No one had ever touched you like that before, like you were something precious instead of something to be managed.
For two years, you were happy. Genuinely happy. You moved in together. You adopted a cat and rented until you could find an affordable apartment to buy; you lived in the same city as your friends, and work was close by. Life was great; it was supposed to be great. A life where food was just food, where your body was just your body, where the ghost of Madame Dupont's voice had faded to a whisper so faint you could almost forget it was there.
Almost.
Until one particular day, when Megumi left his phone unlocked on the kitchen counter while he was in the shower. You weren't snooping. You were looking for a takeout menu he'd mentioned saving, and his messages were right there, and you saw your name in a thread with one of his coworkers.
Megumi's girlfriend is sweet. She's a little bigger than I expected, though. I thought you only dated skinny girls lol
Your thumb had frozen over the screen. You read the message four times, each word burying itself into your chest like a splinter. The coworker who'd sent it—some guy named Tanaka who you'd met exactly once at a work happy hour, who poured you a drink and chatted your ear off until Megumi had to take you away—had probably forgotten he'd even typed it. It was a throwaway comment, the kind of casual cruelty people deployed without thinking.
Megumi's response had been immediate and cold: Don't talk about her like that. What the fuck is wrong with you?
But you barely registered his defense. All you could see was a little bigger than I expected, and suddenly you were twelve years old again, standing at the barre, Madame Dupont's voice in your ear. Your body is resistant.
You closed the phone. You put it back on the counter exactly where you'd found it. When Megumi came out of the shower, hair damp and all over his face, you smiled, asked if he still wanted Thai food, and walked towards him to dry his hair properly.
You ordered a salad. No dressing.
It crept back in slowly, the way it always did. You started by cutting out snacks, the mindless eating that happened while you and Megumi watched movies on the couch. He'd offer you a handful of popcorn, the bowl balanced on his knee, and you'd shake your head. "Not hungry." He'd frown, just slightly, but he wouldn't push. That was the thing about Megumi—he noticed, but he trusted you. He didn't know what to look for.
Then came the smaller portions. You'd cook dinner and serve yourself half of what you used to, pushing the rest around your plate until it looked like you'd eaten more than you had. You started skipping breakfast again, telling Megumi you'd grab something at work. You never did.
The hunger came back like an old friend. You'd missed it, in some twisted way you couldn't explain. The clarity it brought. The sense of control. Every time your stomach growled, it felt like one step closer to the finishing line.
Megumi started watching you more closely. You caught him tracking your plate with his eyes, noticing the way you cut your food into smaller and smaller pieces, the way you chewed each bite for too long. He didn't say anything, but his silences had always been louder than other people's words.
The dress was for Megumi's work gala, a formal thing at a hotel downtown that he'd been dreading for weeks. You'd offered to skip it, but he'd asked you to come—actually asked, his hand finding yours across the dinner table, his dark eyes serious. "I don't want to go alone," he'd said, and that was as close to "I need you" as Megumi ever got.
So you went shopping. Alone, because you wanted it to be a surprise.
The boutique was one of those places that smelled like expensive perfume and judgment, the kind of store where the saleswomen looked you up and down before deciding whether to help you. This one was young, maybe twenty-two, with a sleek ponytail and a name tag that read KARIN.
"Can I help you find something?" she asked, her tone suggesting she'd already decided you were a waste of her time.
"I'm looking for a formal dress. Cocktail length, maybe. Black or dark blue."
She nodded and pulled a few options from the racks. Most of them were fine. Nothing special. And then she held up a dress that made your breath catch—deep emerald green, silk, with a neckline that plunged just enough to be interesting and a skirt that would hit just below the knee. It was beautiful. It was exactly the kind of dress that would make Megumi's eyes go soft and startled the way they did when you surprised him.
"Can I try this one?"
Karin glanced at the tag, then at you. "We have it in a six. What size are you usually?"
"Eight, I think."
She looked at you again, longer this time. Her mouth pursed slightly at the corner. "This brand runs small. You might want to try the ten."
The ten. You felt heat crawl up the back of your neck. "I'd like to try the eight, please."
"Sure." Her shrug was almost imperceptible. "Just so you know, our return policy on formal wear is strict. If you rip a seam trying to force it…"
She let the sentence hang. You took the dress from her hand.
In the fitting room, you pulled the dress off the hanger and stepped into it. It got stuck at your hips. You tugged, harder than you should have, and heard the awful sound of fabric straining. You tried the zipper. It wouldn't go past your ribs. You sucked in hard and pulled, and the zipper moved another inch before it jammed completely.
You looked at yourself in the mirror. The dress was half-on, bunched around your waist, the zipper gaping open over your back. The silk was creased from your efforts. Your face was flushed and your eyes were bright, which warned of tears. You looked exactly like you felt: like a failure.
You couldn't get the dress off fast enough. You practically tore it over your head, not caring about the seams, and shoved it back on the hanger. You pulled your own clothes on with shaking hands. When you pushed through the curtain, Karin was there, one eyebrow already raised.
"Not quite right," you managed, your voice tight. "I'll keep looking."
"Of course." She took the dress from you, and you didn't miss the way her eyes flicked down your body and back up. "Let me know if you want to try any of our extended sizes. We keep them in the back."
You left without buying anything. On the sidewalk outside, the sun was too bright and the air was too warm, and you couldn't breathe properly. You pulled out your phone and texted Megumi with fingers that still trembled.
Didn't find anything. The dress wasn't really my style anyway.
His response came quickly, because Megumi always responded quickly to you: We can look somewhere else this weekend.
It's fine, you typed back. I'll figure something out.
You stopped at the gym on your way home. You ran until your legs burned and your lungs ached and the voice in your head finally, mercifully, went quiet.
For the next two weeks, you ate less than you ever had, less than you had even during the ballet years. You started tracking again, not calories but something simpler: how long you could go between meals, how light you could make each plate, and how many times you could say I'm not hungry before Megumi stopped believing you, because now you had Megumi to worry about too.
He stopped believing you around day four.
"You didn't eat lunch," he said one evening, leaning against the kitchen counter while you washed dishes that didn't need washing. It wasn't a question.
"I had a big breakfast."
"You had black coffee."
You scrubbed harder at a plate that was already clean. "I wasn't hungry."
"You're never hungry anymore." His voice was level, controlled, but you could hear the worry underneath. You'd known him long enough to recognize the signs—the slight tension in his jaw and the way his hands were shoved deep in his pockets like he was trying to keep them still. "What's going on?"
"Nothing's going on. God, Megumi, can't I just not be hungry sometimes?"
He didn't answer. When you turned around, he was still watching you, his dark eyes unreadable. But he didn't push. He never pushed, not then.
You wished to God he had.
The dress from the boutique haunted you. You dreamed about it—the emerald silk, the way it had refused to close over your body, Karin's knowing look. You started visiting the boutique's website late at night when Megumi was asleep, scrolling through the product photos, reading the size chart over and over until the numbers blurred together.
And then, the light at the end of the tunnel. The scale—the one you'd bought in secret and hidden under the bathroom sink—showed a number you hadn't seen since you were seventeen. Your stomach was concave in the mornings. Your hip bones jutted out just slightly, a silhouette you'd almost forgotten you could achieve. You were tired all the time, and your head ached constantly, and you felt like you were made of glass, but the number on the scale kept dropping, and that was the only thing that mattered.
"The boutique got a new shipment," you told Megumi one morning, your voice carefully casual. "They have a dress I want to try. Can we go before dinner with Yuuji and Nobara?"
He looked at you for a long moment. "The place you went before?"
"Yeah."
"I thought you said the dresses there weren't your style."
"They got new things in. Please? It won't take long."
He agreed. You could tell he wanted to ask more, but you were already pulling on your coat, already moving toward the door, and he followed because he loved you. That was the problem. He loved you enough to trust you even when he shouldn't.
The boutique was the same. The same perfume-scented air, the same whisper of judgment. Karin was there, too, her ponytail as sleek as ever, and she recognized you immediately.
"Back again?" she asked, and there was something almost amused in her voice. "Looking for anything specific?"
"The green dress. The silk one. I want to try it again."
She retrieved it from the rack without comment. The same dress. The same size. Eight. You took it to the fitting room with your heart hammering so hard you could feel your pulse in your throat.
The dress slid over your hips like water. The zipper pulled up smoothly, without resistance. You stood in front of the mirror and stared at your reflection, at the way the emerald silk draped over your collarbones and skimmed your waist and fell to just below your knees. It fit. It fit perfectly. It fit better than perfectly—there was room to spare.
You pushed open the heavy, stepping out onto the showroom floor. Megumi was standing near the register, scrolling through his phone, looking deeply out of place among the tulle and chiffon. When he looked up and saw you, his expression went through a rapid series of micro-expressions you couldn’t quite track. Surprise. Shock. And then, something else. Something dark and devastating that should have been happiness but wasn’t.
Before he could even open his mouth to speak, Karin appeared at your elbow.
“Oh, wow,” she said, and her voice was entirely different now—warm, enthusiastic, the sycophantic voice of someone who saw a fat commission check. “That looks amazing on you. I told you this brand runs small, right? You’ve clearly been putting in the work since last time. It’s really paid off.”
You preened. You couldn’t help it. The validation from this stranger was like a drug. You’d done it. You’d proven her wrong. You’d proven Tanaka wrong. You’d proven Madame Dupont wrong.
You turned to Megumi, beaming, expecting to see the awe you felt. “What do you think?”
He was staring at you. But he wasn’t looking at the beautiful dress. He was looking at you. He was looking at the bruised hollows under your cheekbones, the sharp, jutting angles of your shoulders, and the way your wrists looked so thin and fragile hanging out of the short sleeves. His face was pale, his jaw was clamped tight enough to crack his teeth, and his eyes—
His eyes looked horrified.
"Can we talk outside?" he asked, his voice very quiet.
Your smile faltered. "What's wrong? Doesn't it look good?"
"We'll talk outside." He turned to Karin, and his expression was so cold that she actually took a step back. "We're not buying anything. Thank you."
He walked out. You had no choice but to change back into your own clothes and follow, your cheeks burning, confusion and anger already starting to curdle in your stomach.
He didn't say a word in the car. The silence was thick and suffocating, and you spent the whole drive working yourself up, building a case for yourself, preparing for the fight you could feel coming. By the time you got home, you were almost vibrating with defensive fury.
He threw his keys into the bowl. You whirled on him before he could even take off his jacket.
"What the hell was that?"
"You know what that was." His voice was still quiet, still controlled, but there was a tremor underneath it now. "How much weight have you lost?"
"I don't know. A few pounds. Why do you care?"
"A few pounds." He repeated the words like he couldn't believe you'd said them. "You've lost more than a few pounds. Your clothes don't fit anymore. You don't eat. You haven't eaten a real meal in front of me in weeks."
"I eat. I just—"
"You just what? Push food around your plate? Tell me you're not hungry? Hide in the bathroom after meals?" He stepped closer, and you saw that his hands were shaking. Megumi's hands never shook. He was the calmest person you ever knew. "I'm not stupid. I've been watching this happen for weeks, and I didn't say anything because I thought—I don't fucking know what I thought. That you'd talk to me. That you'd trust me."
"This has nothing to do with trust. This is my body." You heard your voice rising, cracking, but you couldn't stop it. "I'm allowed to lose weight if I want to. I'm allowed to want to look good. You don't get to control what I do with my body."
"Control?" He looked like you'd slapped him. "You think this is about control? You're starving yourself. You're literally disappearing in front of me, and you think I'm trying to control you?"
"You're not happy for me! I finally fit into that dress, and you couldn't even pretend to be happy for me. You dragged me out of there like I'd done something wrong. You're supposed to support me. You're supposed to be on my side, and you're not! Some kind of boyfriend you are"
The words left your mouth and landed like a physical blow. Megumi's face went blank for a second, completely blank, and then something behind his eyes seemed to splinter.
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he repeated, his voice dangerously low. "I'm a terrible boyfriend because I don't clap and cheer while you starve yourself into a dress size?"
"You don't get it—"
"No, I don't get it!" His voice finally rose, cracking through the apartment like a whip. "I don't get how you can look at yourself and not see what I see. I don't get how you can think this—" he gestured disapprovingly towards your hips, the same Madame Dupont did"—is something to be proud of. And I sure as hell don't get how I'm the villain for being terrified that the person I love is killing herself right in front of me."
"I'm not killing myself! God, you're so dramatic! I lost some weight. People lose weight all the time. That just shows I have discipline. It means I set a goal and I reached it, and you can't stand that because it wasn't about you."
"About me?" He let out a laugh that had no humor in it, sharp and jagged. "You think any of this is about me? I don't care what size you are. I have never cared what size you are. I care that you're lying to me, hiding from me, flinching every time I touch you because you're afraid I'll feel your bones. I care that you can't eat a meal without looking like you're about to cry. But sure, I'm the terrible boyfriend. I'm the one who's wrong here."
"You are wrong! You're wrong to make me feel like this—like I'm crazy. I'm finally happy with how I look. I'm finally in control. And you want to take that away from me because it makes you uncomfortable."
"Because it's not control!" He was almost shouting now, his composure completely gone, his dark eyes blazing. "You're not controlling anything; all you're doing is punishing yourself for something that was never your fault, and you're so deep in it you can't even see it anymore. You think that saleswoman's compliment means something? She's a stranger. She doesn't give a shit about you. I'm the one who's been here, every day, watching you vanish. I'm the one who loves you. And you're calling me terrible?"
You opened your mouth to fire back, to say something cruel and cutting that would make him hurt the way you were hurting, but before you could, your phone's ringtone echoed over the room.
Nobara's contact photo lit up the screen, her grinning face an absurd contrast to the anger crackling in the room. You grabbed the phone with shaking hands.
"Where are you guys?" Nobara's voice was full with impatience. "Yuuji's been waiting for like twenty minutes, and the waitress keeps giving us dirty looks."
You couldn't speak for a moment. Your throat was too tight. Megumi was still standing across from you, his chest heaving, his hands clenched into fists at his sides so tightly that his knuckles turned white.
"We're on our way," you managed, and hung up before she could ask questions.
The silence that followed was heavy enough to crush you. Megumi stared at you for a long, awful moment. His anger hadn't cooled—if anything, it had settled into something more brittle. Something that looked like hurt dressed up as fury.
"We're going to this dinner," he said, his voice flat and cold in a way you'd never heard directed at you before. "And when we get home, you are going to tell me exactly what's going on."
He grabbed his jacket from the hook by the door. He didn't even look at you.
"Fine," you bit out, even though nothing about this was fine. Nothing had been fine for weeks, and you were both too angry and too scared to admit it.
The restaurant was one of those cozy ramen shops that Yuuji had discovered and then insisted everyone try, the kind of place with steam-fogged windows and the smell of pork broth so rich it made your head swim the moment you walked in. Your stomach cramped at the smell—hunger, always hunger—and you pressed your hand against your abdomen like you could quiet it through sheer force of will.
Yuuji and Nobara were already at a booth near the back, Yuuji's pink hair sticking up in its usual disarray. He had already ordered an array of appetizers, little plates spread across the table like a buffet, and his face lit up when he spotted the two of you walking toward him.
"Finally!" He was already scooting over to make room, patting the booth seat enthusiastically. "I was starting to think you guys got abducted by aliens or something. Sit, sit—I ordered like half the menu; we're gonna feast."
You slid into the booth across from him and Nobara. Megumi sat beside you, close enough that his shoulder could have brushed yours, but he kept careful distance. The cold fury from the apartment still radiated off him in waves you could almost feel, and you were still simmering with your own anger, your own hurt. Neither of you had spoken in the car. Neither of you looked at each other now.
Nobara, sharp-eyed as ever, clocked the tension immediately. She looked from your tight expression to Megumi's rigid jaw, and something flickered across her face—recognition, maybe, or concern—but she didn't say anything. She just took a pointed sip of her drink and let her gaze slide over to Yuuji, who was blessedly, mercifully oblivious.
"So," Yuuji said, pushing a plate of gyoza toward the center of the table, "I've been thinking about this all day. The pork ramen here is supposed to be life-changing. Like, actually life-changing. The guy who owns this place trained in Sapporo for like twenty years. I'm gonna get the big bowl. Who's with me?"
"I'll stick with the miso," Nobara said.
"Lame. What about you?" He looked at you, eyes bright with expectation. "You always get the good stuff. Remember that time we split the tonkotsu at that place in Shinjuku and you ate like three quarters of it? I was so impressed."
The memory hit you like a punch to the chest. That had been over a year ago, before the message on Megumi's phone, before Karin and the emerald dress, before the hunger had crawled back into your bones and made a home there. You'd laughed that night, laughed so hard you'd snorted broth out your nose, and Yuuji had nearly fallen off his chair, and Megumi had watched you both with that quiet, soft expression he got when he was looking at his favourite people.
Now you couldn't even look at the menu without your stomach twisting into knots.
"I'm not super hungry," you said, your voice too bright, too brittle. "I'll probably just get a salad or something."
"A salad?" Yuuji looked personally offended. "At a ramen place? That's like going to a sushi restaurant and ordering chicken nuggets. Come on, at least get the small bowl. We can share!"
He was already pushing a menu toward you, grinning, and the gesture was so warm, so Yuuji, so completely unaware of the landmine he was stepping on—and still the panic rose in your chest. The thought of a full bowl of ramen, rich and heavy and swimming with oil, of putting that much food into your body, of undoing weeks of work in a single meal—
"I said I'm not hungry." The words came out sharper than you intended, an edge of warning.
Yuuji blinked, his grin faltering just slightly. "Okay, okay, no pressure. But if you change your mind, you can totally steal some of mine. I always order too much anyway." He nudged the plate of gyoza closer to you. "At least have one of these while we wait. They're the garlic kind you like."
It was such a small thing. Such an innocent, generous thing. A friend offering to share his food, the way he'd done a hundred times before, the way you'd always accepted before. But now the sight of the gyoza—golden and glistening with oil—made your stomach heave with a mixture of hunger and revulsion and fear so intense it felt like drowning.
"I don't want one," you said, your voice tight.
"Are you sure? They're really good—"
"I said I don't want one, Yuuji!" Your voice cracked across the table like a slap. "Why can't you just leave me alone? Why does everyone keep trying to force food on me like I can't make my own decisions?"
The silence that followed was deafening. The couple at the next table turned to look. Nobara's drink paused halfway to her lips. And Yuuji—sweet, kind, wonderful Yuuji, who had never done anything but try to make you smile—looked at you with an expression of such genuine, wounded confusion that you felt something inside you shatter.
"I was just…" He trailed off, his hand still hovering near the gyoza plate, his brow furrowed. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push. I just thought… you always liked sharing food with me before…"
The hurt in his voice was unbearable. You couldn't sit there another second. You couldn't look at his face or Nobara's sharp eyes or the plate of gyoza that was still steaming innocently between you. You shoved yourself out of the booth so fast you nearly tripped, your hip catching the edge of the table and rattling the glasses.
"Bathroom," you choked out, and fled.
The bathroom was small and brightly lit and smelled like cheap floral air freshener. You locked yourself in the stall and pressed your back against the door and slid down until you were sitting on the floor, your knees pulled up to your chest, your hands pressed so hard against your mouth you could feel your teeth through your lips.
What had you done? What had you done?
Yuuji's face kept replaying in your mind—the way his smile had crumbled, the way he'd apologized even though he hadn't done anything wrong, the way his hand had hovered there, frozen, still trying to give you something you'd thrown back in his face. He was the kindest person you'd ever met. He was Megumi's best friend. He was your friend. And you'd just humiliated him in the middle of a restaurant for offering you a dumpling.
Your breathing was coming in ragged, shallow gasps now, your vision blurring at the edges. You were ruining everything. You were ruining your relationship, ruining your friendships, and ruining yourself. You couldn't eat, and you couldn't not eat, and either way, you were failing. Either way, you were too much and not enough at the same time.
You didn't know how long you sat there. Time had gone strange. But at some point, you became aware of voices outside—not in the bathroom, but somewhere nearby, muffled through the wall. One of them was Megumi's.
"…didn't do anything wrong. She's going through something. It's not about you." His voice was low and steady, but there was a protective edge to it, a warning.
Yuuji's voice, still sounding small and confused: "I know, I just… is she okay? What did I say? I don't know what I said, I didn't mean to upset her."
"It's really nothing to do with you,". Megumi's tone softened, just slightly. "You didn't do anything wrong, Yuuji. I mean it. I'll go check on her. Just… give us a minute."
You heard footsteps. Then a knock on the bathroom door, firm and familiar.
"It's me." Megumi's voice, closer now, right outside. "Open the door."
"Go away." Your voice came out raw and scraped, barely recognizable.
"You know I'm not going to do that."
You pressed your forehead against your knees. You could feel the cold from the tile seeping through your jeans. You didn't answer.
A pause. Then, quieter: "Yuuji's not upset with you. He's worried. Nobara too. They're not mad. They just want to know you're okay."
"They should be mad. I yelled at him for no reason. I'm a terrible person."
"You're not a terrible person. You're going through shit, they understand." The door creaked slightly, like he was leaning against it. "Do you want to leave?"
The question was so soft, so careful, that it cut through the spiral of panic in your head. You lifted your head from your knees. The fluorescent light was too bright, making spots dance in your vision.
"Yes," you whispered.
"Okay. I'll talk to them. Meet me outside in five minutes. Can you do that?"
You nodded, even though he couldn't see you. "Yeah."
"Okay." His voice gentled even further, the anger from earlier completely absent now, replaced by tenderness wrapped in exhaustion. "Five minutes. I'll be waiting."
You heard him push away from the door. You heard his footsteps retreat.
You sat there for another minute, maybe two, until your breathing evened out and your hands stopped shaking enough that you could unlock the stall. You splashed cold water on your face. You looked at yourself in the mirror—really looked—and for the first time in weeks, you saw what Megumi saw. The hollow cheeks. The sharp collarbones. The way your eyes seemed too big for your face, too bright, too hungry.
You looked like you did back then, standing in the wings, about to faint on stage.
You looked like you needed help.
Megumi was waiting outside, leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets and his face tilted up toward the dark sky. The night air was cool, a welcome relief against your flushed skin. He didn't say anything when you appeared. He just pushed off the wall and started walking toward the car, and you followed him, and the silence between you was different now. Heavier. More honest.
He drove. You didn't ask where you were going. You didn't care. You watched the streetlights pass and tried to find the words for what you needed to say. The fight replayed in your head on a loop—the things you'd thrown at him, the accusations, the way he'd finally broken and yelled back. And then the dinner. Yuuji's face.
"Megumi."
"Yeah."
"I'm sorry." Your voice was small, raw. "What I said back at the apartment—implying you are a terrible boyfriend—I didn't mean it. I was angry. I was defensive. But I shouldn't have said it. And what I did to Yuuji… God, Megumi, I yelled at him for trying to share his food with me. What is wrong with me?"
He didn't look at you, but his jaw tightened. "You really think I want to control you?"
"No. I know you don't. I just… I couldn't see past myself. I couldn't see what I was doing to you. To us. To everyone." Your voice cracked, and you had to pause and swallow hard. "I'm sorry I made you feel like you were the problem. You're not. You've never been the problem."
He exhaled slowly, a long breath that seemed to carry some of the tension out of his shoulders. "I shouldn't have yelled at you either. I just… I've been so scared. For weeks, I've been watching this happen and feeling completely helpless, and today, seeing you in that dress, seeing how happy you were about something that's hurting you so badly… I didn't know what to do with that. I handled it wrong."
"We both did."
Silence again. But it was softer now, less jagged. He pulled the car over to the side of the road, a quiet residential street lined with dark houses and sleeping trees. He killed the engine and turned to face you, and in the dim light from the streetlamp, you could see the exhaustion in his face, the shadows under his eyes, the redness around them.
"Talk to me," he said. "Please. What's going on?"
So you told him.
You told him everything. The ballet. Madame Dupont. The fainting. The way the audience's gasp had echoed in your dreams for years afterward. The slow, painful process of trying to fix your relationship with food, and how fragile that fix had always been, how it had only ever been held together with discipline and denial and the refusal to look too closely at your own thoughts.
You told him about the message on his phone. A little bigger than I expected. You told him about Karin, about the dress, about the way her look had gutted you. You told him about the scale hidden under the bathroom sink and the hunger that felt like an achievement and the way you'd convinced yourself that disappearing was the only way to be worthy of him. You told him about the voice that lived in the back of your head, the one that sounded like Madame Dupont, the one that whispered not good enough, never good enough, resistant, too much, take up less space, be less, be less.
By the time you finished, you were crying. Ugly, messy sobs that made your chest heave and your nose run. Megumi had pulled the car over fully, and now he was just sitting there, his face pale and stricken.
"I didn't know," he said, his voice hoarse. "I knew something was wrong. The message on my phone—I could never tell you about it, I didn't want to upset you, so I just deleted it and moved on, and all this time you knew."
"It wasn't your fault. It wasn't about you. It's this… thing in my head. It never really went away. I just got better at ignoring it, and then I couldn't anymore."
"I don't know how to stop. I don't know how to eat like a normal person. Every time I try, it all comes back, and I can't—I can't do it alone, Megumi. I've been trying to do it alone and I can't."
"Tell me what you need. Tell me what to do."
"I don't know what I need."
"Okay. Then we'll figure it out together." His hand catching yours in a warm grasp, "I'm not going anywhere. I don't care how long this takes. I don't care how hard it is. I love you. Not some version of you that fits into a dress or some version of you that doesn't eat. You. All of you. The one who watches bad reality TV and steals the blankets and makes fun of me for using too much conditioner. The one who shared tonkotsu with Yuuji and laughed so hard broth came out her nose. That's who I want. That's who I've always wanted."
You were crying again, harder now, but it felt different. More like relief than heartache.
"I'm scared," you whispered.
"I know." He pulled you against his chest, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other wrapped around your waist. "But we can find a professional if you want; we can look. If you don't, I'll look for how I can help from here. Whatever needs to be done, we will do it. I just want you to know that I love you no matter what, it doesn't matter how much you eat or even less. I could not care about it, I just want you to be safe, and healthy and actually live for yourself, that's all I ever wanted."
You stayed like that for a long time, wrapped around each other in the front seat of his car while the streetlights flickered overhead. You could feel his heartbeat against your cheek, steady and solid and real. You could feel his hands on your back, gentle but grounding, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go.
When you finally pulled back, your face was a mess and your head ached and you were so tired you could barely keep your eyes open. But something in your chest felt lighter. Something that had been wound tight for years and years had loosened, just a little.
"Megumi?"
"Yeah?"
"Can we go home?"
He kissed your forehead, soft and lingering. "Yeah. Let's go home."
He made you food when you got back to the apartment. Nothing complicated—rice and steamed vegetables and a piece of salmon he'd been saving for tomorrow. He put the plate in front of you and sat down across the table and waited.
You stared at the food. Your stomach clenched. Every instinct you'd been feeding for the past month screamed at you to push it away, to make an excuse, to retreat.
Megumi reached across the table and took your hand. His fingers were warm and steady.
"Just one bite," he said. "That's it. Just one. You need to start slow since your stomach most likely shrunk.
You picked up your fork. Your hand was shaking, but his hand was steady, and when you lifted the first bite to your mouth, he squeezed your fingers.
"Good," he said, his voice soft and certain. "That's good. You're doing so well. Keep going."
You took another bite. And another. The food felt heavy in your stomach, foreign, but Megumi didn't let go of your hand the whole time. He kept murmuring quiet encouragements, little things like I'm proud of you, and just one more bite, and you're so strong, you have no idea how strong you are. And when you finally put down your fork with half the plate still uneaten, he didn't push. He just brought your hand to his lips and kissed your knuckles.
"I'm proud of you," he said again.
And for the first time in a very very long time, you believed it.
Later, curled against his chest in bed, the cat purring at the foot of the duvet, you felt his hand trace gentle patterns on your shoulder blade.
"We'll call someone tomorrow," he said quietly. "A therapist. Someone who knows how to help with this. I'll go with you if you want. I'll wait in the lobby. Whatever you need."
You didn't answer. You weren't sure you could. The words were there somewhere, tangled up behind the exhaustion, but before you could force them out, Megumi was already moving.
He shifted onto his side and pulled you with him, settling you against his chest like it was the most natural thing in the world. One arm slid beneath your head, the other wrapped around your waist and tugged you in until there was no space left between you. He tucked his face into the crook of your neck and stayed there, his breath slow and even against your skin.
"I mean it," he said, quieter now. "Whatever you need."
A kiss, pressed just below your ear. Then another, softer, at the curve of your jaw. His hand moved up your back in a slow line, palm warm through the thin fabric of your shirt.
"You don't have to say anything right now," he murmured. "Just… stay here. Let me hold you. Okay?"
You managed a small nod, your throat too tight for words. He felt it. His arms tightened around you in response, solid and steady.
"I'm not going anywhere," he said. "This—us—it's not conditional. It never was. You don't have to be fine for me to love you."
You turned your face into his chest, and he let you. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair. He didn't shush you. He didn't fill the silence with empty comfort. He just held you, anchored you, while your breathing slowly steadied against his heartbeat.
After a long moment, his lips found your forehead. The kiss was unhurried, deliberate, like he had nowhere else to be.
"You ate tonight," he said quietly. "It was a start. That's all that matters, and I am really happy you did."
He shifted, pulling the duvet up around your shoulders and tucking it in with one hand while the other kept you pressed firmly against him. His leg hooked over yours under the covers, tangling you together in a way that felt less like restraint and more like a promise.
"Get some sleep," he said. "I've got you."
You felt his hand resume its slow pattern on your back, tracing absent shapes through the fabric of your shirt. His chin rested against the top of your head. His heartbeat was steady beneath your ear.
"I love you," he said. Simple. Certain. Not a reassurance he was waiting to have validated, just a fact he needed you to know.
You closed your eyes, and let yourself get lulled to sleep by the sound of his heartbeat.
༉‧₊˚. Researcher Satoru Gojo x Scientist Suguru Geto x Selkie Reader
Synopsis ꩜ In a world full of hybrids, science, and more questions than answers, Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto embark on an expedition to the less than ideal sub-zero climate of Antarctica with both having different goals in mind. One, having a thirst for knowledge he believes only the icy blues of the water could give him, whilst his counterpart simply came along to try and deter him from foreseeable troubles.
Two very different priorities merged together by one thing, you.
Content, non-sorcerer au, marine biologist Suguru and Satoru but they work in different fields, leaopard seal reader, reader is highkey crazy and thinks like an apex predator, reader mentioned to have long ass hair, altered depictions of trophic levels since reader actively hunts killer whales, curiosity killed the cat but not really, lovey dovey moments between Gojo and Geto, meteorologist Sukuna, marine engineer Nanami but he just repairs stuff in general, descriptions of blood and other stuff like that on readers part, reader doesn't speak in this but it's clear she understands them, yandere! Geto and Gojo, drugging, kidnapping, dub-con, oral (fem reciving), forced heat, tummy bulges, virgin reader, reader doesn't know what affection is, shock collars, eiffle tower, restraints, dacryphillia
wc:7.4k
a/n creds for pearl divider @angeliicide & if people like this I may think about making it into a series or something, anywways enjoy!
Patches of skin, both light and dark, basked in the sun's warmth. Yes, you often get sunlight, but to enjoy it to its fullest extent, or at least as full as a sub-zero climate would let you, is difficult, needless to say. You lived in a barren ice desert, with temperatures that would rival even your ability to survive on land, so you stayed under it. In the bone-chilling water that, over time, you'd grown to call home.
However, the water was never nearly as cold as the ice you caught your prey from; waiting by the ice's edge, very rarely deciding to chase them further than a few kilometres. It was time-consuming, and you were far faster in the sea, an advantageous trait given for being a marine animal, of course.
The frigid breeze glided over your skin, causing hairs to stand while you shifted on your back to get more comfortable. Your other skin sat beside you. Drying in the southern pole's sub-climate. You'd made sure to scrub the blood clean from places where it would have baked into your skin, instead of just wiping it with a flipper or two. As much as you hated to admit it, using human hands for tasks like cleaning yourself worked far better than the options you had as a seal. Holding a flipper and using the back of a penguin spine to exfoliate was a lot easier when you had extra appendages like thumbs and pinkies.
A shift in the air acutely made its way to you. You knew these waters like the back of your, well, flipper. This part of the region's waters was solely yours to own. The nearest predator was on the other side of the continent.
When you were younger, you'd been sure to intimidate the rest of the competition you faced, whilst the members of the stubborn species succumbed to less than ideal deaths. You were still young, of course, but with driving out the last of the killer whale hybrids and decimating unfortunate seals that crossed your path, it was safe to say that your damage control was effective. Until now, that is.
Almost instantaneously, the scent that carried itself in the polar air, an unfamiliar scent bound with words you couldn't find, drifted past you, mixing with the familiar scent of the southern ocean. The hairs on your body stood more on edge as the scent grew stronger, borderline unbearable--until you saw it. Or them, in this scenario.
Your body had already begun gliding off the ice you were resting on before you realised. Seal skin in grasp as you were engulfed by a cooling sensation. Your skin slid back on comfortably as bones reverted to normal, moulding to your new form.
It was an unspoken rule not to be seen by the outside world. Something that all hybrids, or at least the ones in the southern hemisphere, seemed to follow. No matter how tempting humans looked, revealing yourself to such barbaric animals was an outright no, in everyone's books, no matter the species. A rule that had been abided by allowed for a world untouched by mankind to coexist with one already exploited by it. And you had the privilege of entertaining both worlds whenever you liked.
While not being half animal, half human like the others, you could easily shed and attach your skin on at will. Allowing you to get closer to humans and observe them with no difficulty--never any difficulty when it came to you. Humans were frankly too scared of your species to approach you, and you'd rather keep it that way. The spots of your coat should serve as a caution symbol rather than a promise of a gentle nature, for you possessed nothing of the sort.
The next few seconds were spent submerged, with only your eyes above water as you stared down the two humans who dared enter your territory. One with hair as white as the very snow they stood on, a pair of piercing blue eyes accompanied by a perplexed expression stretched on his porcelain face as his eyes frantically searched around, looking for something. His partner paralleled his appearance, with colour palettes that were almost exact opposites. Long black hair belting against skin, as his friend droned on about something, hands frantically moving as he spoke.
Your eyes shifted towards the quieter one's hands. Immediately noticing the apparatus in his hands, your expression turned from fixed curiosity to a permanent scowl as you fully sank beneath the waters to manoeuvre a way around the two.
You were done with humans for the day, the contraption being held only souring your mood. Though the two humans weren't done with you.
"I'm telling you, Suguru! I swear I saw someone else here." Satoru Gojo exclaimed from his friend's side, hysterically pointing to where you had been sunbathing minutes earlier.
"Satoru, the only people here are you, me, and the rest of the people that are partaking in the expedition." Suguru Geto sighed, his fingers travelling up to his forehead in an attempt to soothe the forthcoming headache caused by Satoru's claims and ludicrous conspiracy theories. "You tell me about half fish-half human people living in this lethal climate one more time, and I'll have half a mind to impose a restraining order mid-excursion."
It's not like Suguru disliked his 'friend's' rambles, it was the opposite, really. Given the choice, he'd let Satoru talk and ramble about his interest till the two of them were grey and withered, sitting in matching rocking chairs, holding hands and listening to 'tango in the night' from start to finish while some pet lay curled up between them.
He even volunteered to go on an excursion that would surely be what he described as 'a year he wouldn't get back', all because Satoru had volunteered to go to Antarctica first, when the topic was brought up during a meeting. He knew how much this meant to Satoru, being able to pursue his dream of documenting and exploring barely touched land, so he blindly agreed. Fully aware of his disdain for cold weather, but he'd rather experience a year of baltic breeze than be away from Satoru. Not that the former had to know, of course.
A small frown wormed its way on Satoru's chest as Suguru internally winced at his friend's expression, "Though you could be right, we already have terrestrial hybrids, who's to say aquatic or semi-aquatic ones don't exist?" Suguru said, to which Satoru brightly beamed, and his frown immediately lifted.
"See! And get this--" Satoru's voice trailed off in Suguru's head as he observed the way his friend spoke, he studied the way his lips moved and his body. The camera in his hands slowly found itself sliding out of his grip and embarking down the small slope the two of them were on. Not anything big enough that it snowballed, but big enough so that when it was dropped, the body rolled down the slope, resting not too far from the water's edge.
When the two of them realised that Suguru's camera was missing, their conversation stilled as the two grew increasingly confused. The slope they were on wasn't something that could have given the camera nearly the velocity needed for it to launch in the ocean, and with the built-in feature for it being waterproof, the sound of it hitting the water would have surely alerted them both.
But they were met with nothing, only the chilling Antarctic air accompanied by the noises of penguins in the near distance, diving off the ice, fishing.
As the two looked around, something whizzed by Satoru's head.
The camera the pair had been looking for minutes earlier sat in the snow, half submerged by it, whilst debris from the camera fell close by too. The lens of the camera hit Suguru directly on the back of the head while he looked at the remains of his beloved camera. His neck turned around at such a rapid speed that Satoru, who was already looking at him, thought he might have gained whiplash from the way his eyes were transfixed on the water.
Satoru shoved his falling glasses up his nose as he looked to where Suguru was staring, then back to him again. Desperately trying to read his face for any sort of pain that wasn't caused by his fallen camera. "Maybe we should take that as a sign to get back to camp, right?" Suguru asked, taking his eyes off the water and onto his white-haired friend. Their eyes slowly met each other as Satoru promptly tore his eyes off his friend, nodding at his words.
Satoru helped Suguru gather the remains to put them in the bigger bag that the two of them had brought on their walk. Their footsteps fell into a soft rhythmic beat as they travelled back, with Satoru chiming about how they should visit Nanami to see if he could make any repairs on the item, to which Suguru agreed; the couple fell into light chatter until they reached base. Yet Suguru's mind kept replaying what he saw, the ripple of water far from any ice and the hand that soon disappeared once he had looked.
The next few weeks fell into a simple order.
You, constantly surveying the two men who piqued your interest and taking their belongings, placing them elsewhere. At first, you only watched, but as weeks went on, their habits grew repetitive. Knowing where they'd be most, if not all the time, you made the executive decision to enrich their stay. It started with small things at first. You'd slither out of your seal skin at night and make your way over to where their camp was, following the footsteps in the snow. They always left things out at their campsite, under the assumption that 'no living organism would bother them, so why should they bother cleaning'.
Oh, how wrong they were.
Slowly, but surely, you began rearranging their belongings—using your damp hands to replace their strange contraptions with half-shredded seal corpses and all things of the like. If you were feeling nice that day and particularly victorious, you’d bring the crew the head of whatever animal they were surveying hours earlier.
The snow became your accomplice. Covering your tracks and leaving little evidence behind, aside from the frost-covered handprints left by your damp skin. Every day, you left giddier than ever at your accomplishments, and every day, you were slowly sending both the scientist and researcher into a spiral. Even more so than the other men on board.
“As much as I didn’t want to believe you, Satoru, you may be right in saying something is out there,” Suguru said as he carefully swabbed the ice-covered handprint left on a thrown-away thermometer.
“Of course I’m right! And if I’m right about my hypothesis, we could be discovering a whole new hybrid category, not to mention subspecies! Think of the wonders this would do for the community.” Satoru responded to his counterpart, eyes gleaming at the thought of the possibility. “And you’re saying all of this in the scenario we actually catch the animal you’re talking about, yes?”
Satoru paused, his fingers snapping together like flint stones as an idea brewed in his mind, “Yes! And I think it would be even better if we went to them instead…your camera should be fixed by Nanami tonight, so it’ll be perfect. You take photos, I try to capture and boom! Our names on the front of every website with any description of hybrids, not to mention the sheer clout we’ll get from the organisation, and—don’t give me that look, Suguru, I know you want to!” Suguru rolled his eyes at his friend's outburst, focusing his attention back on the handprint to attempt to gain DNA samples.
Suguru rose from his crouched position, his back popping as he straightened his posture to face his friend head-on, “It’s just—have you really thought this out? What if we don’t find what we’re looking for, or worse?”
Satoru laughed, slapping his friend on the back as the DNA samples rattled in Suguru’s arms “You worry too much! Remember, I’m the smartest AND the strongest. We have nothing to worry about.”
Suguru sighed, shaking his head slightly before a chuckle wriggled its way out of his throat. “How could I forget when you make it your life’s mission to remind me? Never mind that, help me with the samples—I need to amplify the DNA using the PCR machine so the results are actually useful and then clean the lab.”
Satoru shrugged, raising his hand in a ‘salute’ motion, “Aye, aye Captin’”
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No amount of preparation could have prepared them for what was to come. Well, maybe if Satoru had consulted Sukuna, the crew's meteorologist, the outcome would have been different. Instead, the couple lay forgotten in a desolate cave, trying to escape the deadly cold seeping into their bones while a blizzard raged on.
The thing about Antarctica is that the blizzards seem endless. The two were well versed in how the weather worked on the continent, and blizzards were the number one thing everyone was advised to never be caught in. Yet here they were, no food, minimal water and hands too cold to start a decent fire—if they had equipment to start a fire with.
The looming fact that they were going to die, in a cave, huddled up next to each other, was inevitable; practically written in the stars. If there was a constellation of it, stars would join what was supposed to be two lovers, embracing each other to the very end.
The cold only brought out shared memories. Stolen glances mingled with shuddering breaths as each wondered if it was too late. Too late to let the other know. Too late to let their hands linger a little longer, or perhaps share a balminess that meant more than survival. History would label them as friends or roommates because neither one had found the courage to confess to one another, but here, wrapped in a tide of emotions, lay what was present beforehand, only more obvious as the minutes drew on.
“We never did get to have that Ragdoll we wanted,” Suguru spoke, trying to elevate their situation with the most bland humour known to man.
“It was a Burmese,” Satoru solemnly replied, breaking off from Suguru’s warmth to peer into the void of water in front of them. His glasses slipped, and before either of them knew it, the icy waters had already claimed them as theirs. The reflective frame grew dimmer and dimmer until it was eventually no more.
"It was Spain we always wanted to go to, right? Enjoy the heat, maybe a few drinks, and sit on the beach contemplating why we chose such a taxing career path." Satoru said as he wormed his way back into Suguru's arms, his legs stretching out so the tips of his shoes narrowly reached the edge of the small pool.
"Close, it was Tenerife, but the rest of what you said was right at least." Relaxing his arms, he brought them around Satoru fully.
"Same difference," he said from under him, to which Suguru chuckled, causing a chain reaction that left Satoru heaving for air.
Satoru looked into Suguru's eyes, noticing how he was closer than ever--the closest he's ever been in all of their years of knowing each other, which was a while considering their relationship bloomed in secondary school, flourished in further education and still stood unshakeable even in their late twenties.
The closeness only made him more aware of Suguru. He could feel the warm breath of his friend on him, the way his hair caught stray snowflakes that wound in the cave, a beauty mark he'd never seen before hidden underneath his friend's lip. Despite the constant chill he felt in that moment, the warmth they shared--the closeness, just felt right, like this was meant to happen and maybe, just maybe, it had been written in the stars.
With such proximity, Satoru Gojo found himself doing something he thought he would never do. He found himself kissing his best friend, the one person he would go to heaven and hell for in a heartbeat if he asked. The sole person who could bring him out of the depths of his mind when things got too tough. The one person who made his life worth living to the fullest, he had just kissed. And to his surprise, was kissing him back.
The kiss was brief, but sweet, with both men too stunned to speak until Suguru grabbed the collar of Satoru's coat and pulled him in for another...several. For in that moment, words didn't have to be said for each party to understand how the other felt. Actions speak louder than words, and Satoru's choices sealed a fate. One that was beautifully carved in the night sky.
A sharp thud against the ground disturbed the new couple, abruptly pulling away as a string of saliva was left in the wake. Satoru squinted, acknowledging the familiar shape of the item that had just hit the cave's floor. Something he was sure had been lost to time and he'd have to beg Nanami to replace was lying right ahead of him, in perfect condition, too.
"My glasses!? How--" Satoru exclaimed, slightly breathless as he scrambled off Suguru to inspect them. The moment he placed them on his head, Suguru's arm held his own in a tight grip as he looked back to his boyfriend, eyebrows raised to ask what was wrong, before looking at where Suguru was already staring, answering his question.
In the pool, mostly obscured by the void of the water yet dimly lit by a dying flashlight, was you. Bloody, with your nails and teeth caked in dried blood, you'd attempted to scrub out. Your hair drenched as it cascaded down your front and back, covering you from the men. The two froze, visibly alarmed by your appearance.
Suguru reached for his camera, his finger moments away from triggering the shutter button, when your head cocked to the side and an unearthly noise left your throat. The flash was abrupt, sudden, and with its noise and unsightly bright light, you vanished into the depths below.
You heard the voices of the two startled men above you, desperate pleas for you to come back, though you avoided them all the same. What you had just done in that moment, albeit fuelled by curiosity, was not something you were prepared to deal with, and hopefully, by the next time they saw you, they'd forget it ever happened.
If only it were that easy.
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You spent the next few days like normal, stalking back to the camp--replacing objects, conjuring the usual madness. You'd even brought them the head of a killer whale in hopes that they would be amazed enough to flee, so as not to be fooled; that was your end goal. You enjoyed toying with humans, but nevertheless, they were trespassing.
Though in that moment, you were certain you heard someone scream, only moments later, at your gift. It was hard to tell while you were in the pursuit of another killer whale.
Which brings you back to the humans in the cave you'd been slowly watching deteriorate the moment they found themselves in your cave. Could they not tell it was obviously occupied from the way you had your piles of shells and bones accumulating in the corner? Not to mention your prized possession of shiny rocks? Humans truly had no class.
You couldn't return to the cave. Not since the pair had seen you, but you noticed them slowly weakening each day. Their skin was growing increasingly pale and sickly. They even stopped doing the face-eating, body-hugging display you saw previously.
As much as you hated humans, you needed these two to live; they were your prime source of entertainment. The other humans stationed near your home were not nearly as interesting. The pink-haired one yelled all the time, whilst the blonde looked like he was a few seconds away from completely losing his mind, but ultimately, the rest of their crew was utterly boring.
If you got bored with your entertainment, the solution was simple: you'd eat them, but for now, you needed these two to live and from observing humans all your life, you knew what to do.
Your first plan of action was to sneak into their camp and steal water. You don't remember why they couldn't just drink the water from the sea, but an old tale you were told while you were younger ran through your head, of what happens when men try to drink copious amounts of seawater.
Humankind proving themselves to be the weak link once more, you thought as you crawled onto the ice.
You shed your skin in the same spot and ventured into the camp. The blizzard still roared on, accompanied by the absence of humans. Something you clearly thrived in. You turnt their camp upside down, trying to look for some form of drinkable water until you came across a big enough flask. It looked like it could contain water. You shook it several times, and the familiar sound of water responded to you, so it must be that.
The next mission was to get them food, which, luckily for you, was never a problem. You hunted several penguins and seals, relishing in their cries as they bled. Your blood-soaked hands held a bundle of food in one and water in the other. The only question now was your means of transport. You couldn't go in your human form, they'd seen that once already, and it would raise questions you had no intention of answering.
Seal form it was.
It was much more practical operating under the upper half of your body being human, equipped with useful appendages and your lower half consisting of your hind flippers, that propelled you through any water.
You made it to the cave in no time at all, and just in time, it seemed. The two men were slumped over one another, their breathing shallow as the storm raged on in the back. You placed the items on the smooth ground of the cave, propelling your body onto where the humans were. They were out cold, clearly. You even stripped out of the body of your seal, placing it to the side and used your fingers to flip their eyes open. The moment your fingers left, they shut immediately.
The breathing from one quickened, his heart beat rising, and you could tell he was on the verge of waking. Immediately, you lunged for your other skin, but you were pulled back by the hand on your current skin. Eyes immediately widening as you turned around to confront the man who dared to touch you.
White hair fell over his eyes as heavy breaths left his mouth, "Thank you." He said, immediately passing out after. And you hoped to whatever deity that was watching you, he would forget you were ever there.
You still reached for your seal skin, putting it on and returning to the pool's water, though you didn't leave. You stayed with them until they woke up one by one. Why? You didn't even know.
It was easy to tell yourself you simply wanted to see their reactions towards your gifts, but a part of you was sure it ran deeper than that; however, you'd cast that part of you away long ago.
In fact, you’d went all lengths to hide that part of you, so why now, was it resurfacing? It was easy to wait for them to wake up, feast on what you had brought them until their attention eventually turned to you. You knew you had to leave; you were safe to do so like this. They wouldn’t expect a thing, yet you found it hard to leave when they stared at you with immense wonder in their eyes.
Satoru and Suguru couldn't believe what they were seeing. Satoru had pulled out a notebook he stored in his almost-forgotten backpack as he talked to Suguru about possible theories regarding you, to which the black-haired man would either add his own input to or shoot down entirely, depending on how ridiculous it seemed.
No matter how nonchalant he tried to be, his gaze kept drifting back to where you emerged almost every day now to feed them. Some days you came thrice, whilst for others you dismissed entirely. Today marked the thirteenth day of their stay in the gloomy cave (no offence to your décor, but animal carcasses aren't everyone's type.)
"Do ya think we'll get another penguin today?" Satoru asked, blinking away sleep as he turned to his boyfriend, who was already looking at him.
"I don't think we'll need another penguin today, Satoru," Suguru said, leaning in to kiss his boyfriend's cheek as he gently placed his hand under his chin and directed him to the cave's entrance.
What was once just bleak white, belting against the entrance of rocks, had rested into something bright and ethereal. The weather stilled, with the snow that once berated them to stay inside coming to a stop.
"Huh, interesting," Satoru said, to which his boyfriend lightly flicked his head.
He clenched his head in pain, rolling around on the ground of the cave as a means to make it better, while Suguru sighed against the wall. "I just never thought this day would come! Doesn't mean you have to hit me over it." Satoru mumbled as he finally stood up from the cold ground.
The pool water moved, reflective eyes staring at the man who once rolled around in hysterics.
"Guess we'll be leaving you, huh?"
You blinked up at him and his outstretched hand. Still deciding whether or not to be offended by his approach to address you.
"Satoru, they are not a pet, they are an apex predator, don't do that," Suguru called out, already packing their belongings.
"But how do you know that! They were left here by that mer-woman we saw earlier, I'm telling you, and they've pretty much come back to us every day with goodies! That classifies them as a pet, no? Even if they are a Hydrurga leptony."
"Just say leopard seal and let's be on our way. We have a lot to talk about, and I'd rather not do it in the expanse of a cave we've been captive in for nearly a fortnight now."
"I suppose you're right...well, bye, sealie! Tell your owner we said thank you for the hospitality!"
The minute Satoru had dared call you by some demeaning pet name, you secured the penguin head in your flipper and brought it above the water, hitting him in the face beak first.
━━━
The weeks fell over in uniform, you returned to your regular habits of chasing predators out of your territory, terrorising those below your trophic level; basic leopard seal things. You hadn't seen those pesky humans in a while, either. Perhaps it was the universe paying its debt to you, helping them so that they would leave you alone, or better yet, just leave.
What you didn't know is that the humans you'd interacted with months ago were spiralling every day. Questions piled up with not enough answers to weigh them down. When he and Satoru returned to camp, somewhat healthy questions on how they survived buzzed the air. The truth was laced with something that not even they could fully comprehend. The PCR samples had finally finished amplifying long before Suguru returned to his section of the lab.
He spent days trying to analyse the samples, comparing them to other wildlife found in the region, but to his luck, all matches came back negative. He was on his wits' end, but when he flicked through his camera and found that image, he knew he needed to at least identify what it was before displaying it to anyone.
Sometimes he found himself cooped up in the lab for hours, finger tracing the image as he tried to map out every individual feature of yours, the way your nose curved and your hair tried its best to cover your spotted skin, which, if he looked close enough, was intricately mapped out. Your bloodshot eyes greeted the lens whilst blood-caked hands sat motionlessly on the edge of the pool's ledge.
He needed—no, he had to know more about what he was analysing, and if you weren't going to come to him, then he was going to come to you.
"Satoru," Suguru whispered, slightly breathless from his long-standing position on top of his boyfriend. He pulled out of his partner with a slight whine as he flopped down onto the bed next to him.
"You want to go find the thing we saw in that cave, don't you?" Satoru responded, turning from his side, so he could face his boyfriend directly.
"How did you—" Satoru cut off his boyfriend by pulling him in for a short, sweet kiss. "I'm hurt you think I don't know what's going on in your head while you sit in that lab for hours on end. Satoru stood up, letting the sheets that had once loosely provided him warmth fall under him as he strolled to the corner, gathering his notebook. Suguru, who was basking in his boyfriend's figure, only snapped out of the trance once he felt a light tap on his cheek and Satoru holding pages of detailed work with drawings.
"The probability of us dealing with a selkie is high. I thought they were simply a myth, but from what we've seen and what I've researched, all evidence points to that, or at least some form of marine-hybrid." Satoru said whilst Suguru flicked through various pages of notes.
"Whilst you were in your lab, trying to match samples, I took it upon myself to gather equipment so we could, at the very least, get more evidence of the creature, then present our findings to everyone else. Though if I'm being truthful, I want to do more than just observe her, Suguru." The researcher said as he leaned into his boyfriend's side.
"Whatever you want to do, I'm fully on board," Suguru said, closing the notebook full of notes about you as he brought his boyfriend in for yet another passionate kiss.
━━━
A part of you missed being on land so often, spending your nights terrorising the camp of humans that had dared to set foot on your land.
You hadn't visited them much in the past few months, not since you rescued that duo. You couldn't bring yourself to do it. An overwhelming dread and uncertainty pooled at the bottom of your stomach at what your next interaction would be and how close you'd truly want to be to them. Your interest lay in your curious nature, you would tell yourself, yet when cold nights droned on, you found yourself missing their soft voices and strange noises that bellowed from their chest.
Swimming back to your cave for the night, a soft, melodic whisper cut through the night's air. Immediately, your head turned trying to locate the source of the sound. It's not that it was unpleasant—on the contrary, it was delightful, but you simply had to know what was making the sound.
Your body found itself on ice long before your mind did, and before you knew it, your spotted body was already shuffling towards the sound at a speed you didn't think was capable. The sound came from beneath a mountain of snow, and before long, you found your upper half slithering out of your seal skin with your hands reached out in hopes of locating the sound.
Digging through the snow, you could tell you were getting closer and closer! That was until a sensation hit the back of your neck, and before you knew it, your eyesight had faded to black and your senses dulled.
━━━
You woke up, bound and bare; two things you'd rather not be any day of the week. At least with your seal skin, the fat you held on you kept you warm and covered by animal standards. However, now, you lie on your back, hair drooping behind you as your wrists rattle against the table. Your spotted skin glowed brighter under the fluorescent light as you turned to the two men you had saved months ago, growling and bearing your teeth at them.
The slightly taller one pushed his glasses up his nose bridge as he smiled at your form, "You've been causing us quite the trouble over the past few months." He said as his counterpart reached behind him, gathering an item from a nature that was foreign to you.
A sharp prick entered your side as the other human you'd paid little attention to stuck something in your leg, then gently pulled it out amidst your thrashing. He stepped off to the side once more, disappearing from your field of view.
“Oh! Where are my manners? You can call me Satoru. The man who pricked your leg with that needle is Suguru.” A noise of acknowledgement was voiced past where you and your captor were situated, “And this is where you’ll be staying for a while! Not forever, of course, just long enough for us to do some tests, get some viable evidence, then you can be off to whatever the hell you did before coming into contact with us.” Even though he promised your stay would not be eternal, a sinking feeling in your gut told you to prepare for the worse.
You bared your teeth at him again, head lunging forward all with the intent to bite his throat out or at least cause him a serious injury, but to your disappointment, he evaded at the last second.
“Hopefully you’ll be feeling better the second time you wake up,” Satoru said, smile still apparent on his face as he pricked your skin with another needle-induced sedative that soon put you to sleep once more.
While you slept, Satoru returned to his room once more, eager to write notes about your behaviour. He felt himself grow giddy at the way your charp canines tried to lunge for him at any given moment, how strongly your body rattled against the chains that held you there in an act of defiance. He found himself wondering how it would feel if he let you get your way? How deep your teeth would plunge into his jugular, constricting his airflow before you inevitably ripped his throat out, ruining his laryngopharynx so he could no longer breathe in the ocean aroma that clung to your skin like a vice.
He looked towards his wall, to the many drawn depictions of thought to be aquatic hybrids and mythological beings he thought you could be, your own photo that Suguru took stared at him in the middle. He was certain he knew what you were, but even if you weren't, it was undeniable to him that you were his at the very least. For now, until whenever he and Suguru decide to release you.
The days merged into a blur for you. You'd be awoken by the black-haired man you'd reluctantly learned was called Suguru. He whispered sweet words you couldn't understand into your ear as he fastened the restraint around your neck before sitting behind you and tending to your hair. Every day, he groomed it, coming out with split ends and massaging sweet-smelling oils and lotions into it before it was time to eventually conduct their tests.
It was simple: if you were good, they were good to you. They'd provide you with finer food than what had been provided here in your climate; foreign meats and liquids that had you craving all the more.
If you were bad, well, they were nothing short of wicked. Satoru had taken the precaution of getting another crew member to fabricate a shock collar that responded to your aggression levels before you lashed out at them. The nearest spike in your behaviour would lead to you convulsing on the mattress they'd moved you to. And that was just the tip of the iceberg of what they did to you when you ‘misbehaved’ by their standards.
But as their behaviour grew more repetitive, your mind grew sharper, and you knew what you needed to do to escape.
It was simple, really, you'd wait till night to break out of your constraint and march through the double doors and leave forever. You knew where they kept your other skin; you could smell it, and they hadn't hidden it very well. You'd been slowly working away at your bindings whilst they weren't looking and had positively indented one of them already. So when the nightmarish duo had bidden you goodnight, you wasted no time on working on your restraints.
Thankfully, they'd swapped your military-grade cuffs for simple, thick rope in hopes it wouldn't mar your skin nearly as much. Satoru had cried pitifully one day when he woke up and saw how red and bloodied your wrists had become over just a night of struggling and immediately ordered a change of restraints, arguing to Suguru that as long as you had that collar on you, you weren't going 'anywhere'.
Quickly, you broke one wrist free from your ropes and quickly moved to untie the rest of your limbs. You swung your legs off the pathetic bed they had you spending your days on and allowed your feet to touch the ground.
You rubbed your wrists to try and release them of their pain and built up tension as you walked toward the restricted cupboard you knew harboured your skin. You needed no tools to open it; your brute strength was enough, yet when you pulled it, a pink dust shot out, momentarily stunning you. Your body grew hotter, and your breathing more laboured, the longer you breathed it in an attempt to try to ignore whatever it was and simply pull your seal skin from the shelf and leave.
You pulled out your spotted skin, trying to shift back and morph at least halfway, but nothing changed. You kicked it off in your blurry haze to realise that you weren't even putting your skin on the right way. Whatever you had unintentionally breathed earlier was dulling your senses and turning everything into mush, even the logical side of your thoughts. The two men who brought you here in the first place stood over you, disappointment and disapproval woven into their features.
"I told you we should have left the cuffs on her, Satoru," sighing as he picked up your unresponsive body from the floor, cradling it in his arms.
"It's fine! After all the heat-inducing spray you were making, accidentally spilt inside the cupboard worked out in our favour. Now our dearest can barely move a finger, isn't that right?" To emphasise his point, Satoru crouched down to your height in Suguru's arms and booped your own nose with his pointer finger. An action that previously would have wound him fingerless only resulted in a small whine leaving your mouth as you curled your body more into Suguru's figure.
“I really think we should help her, Sugu. I can barely stand to see her like this!” Satoru cried, mock sympathy lacing his words as he acknowledged your pitiful form.
Suguru carried you through the vast halls until you reached their joined room; well, Suguru’s room, but with how often Satoru slept there, it was practically both of theirs. He placed you down on the bed, and your breathing immediately quickened as you brought your thighs together to try and elevate the sensation pooling there.
“Nuh-uh, don’t go hiding yourself from us, princess,” Suguru spoke, spreading your legs apart and in your drunken daze, you let him; craving release from the pain that was haunting you.
He started gently at first, with kitten licks to your clit before fully gliding his tongue down your folds, before resting at your clit to suck once more, then again. Once you began to cry out in whines and moans, he scissored his fingers inside, finding that spot within you and repeatedly hitting it just so he could commit the sounds you were making to memory.
Satoru, on the other hand, had wormed his way against your back, lifting your body up so Suguru had a better angle while he absolutely devoured your cunt. He held you softly, unlike his boyfriend, whose hands dripped on your hips as he forced you to buckle and thrust into his mouth.
Satoru’s hands slithered from his sides onto your body, palming at your tits then pinching your nipples, causing you to cry loudly for him. He brought his tongue across your tear-stained face, licking up every droplet that dared leave your watery eyes. Which was a lot, by how roughly Suguru plunged his fingers into your cunt and sucked on your clit.
Satoru tilted your head towards you, fear absent in his face at the thought that you would use your unnaturally sharp teeth to paint him a new mouth. Instead, he leaned in with overwhelming confidence, pressing your lips to yours as you whined into his kiss when he pinched your nipples to pave a way for his tongue to explore your mouth.
He broke away from the kiss just as you felt yourself about to come, and when you did, the sensation was nothing like what you had felt before. White filled your vision as your body convulsed while liquid sprayed from you, causing Suguru’s hair and face to grow damper the longer squirted on him. He lifted his head from your legs and looked past you, at Satoru, who sat behind you, continuing to pinch at your pebbled nipples.
“She’s so sweet, baby, have a taste.” Suguru stood fully and leaned over you to get to Satoru, where he brought his blood and cum covered fingers over the man's neck to pull him into a filthy kiss. Satoru clawed at your tits even harder now as he basked in the flavours Suguru was sharing with him.
Pulling away left a string of saliva in its wake as Satoru turned to look at you, “Sweetnest, as much as I want to have a drink from that irresistible pussy of yours, if I don’t get in you now, I might lose it all.”
The feelings he felt for you were pure desire, driven by amorousness as he flipped your positions to where you nestled against his back as he slowly brought you down and placed his hand on your back, crafting you to perfectly arch for him. He yanked your form down to meet his cock and immediately pushed inside of you, wasting no time whatsoever to start thrusting.
As he completely ruined your insides, Suguru sat ahead of you, cock free as it stood upright in all its glory, “You’re a good girl, right? I’m sure you know what to do, yes?” As if on autopilot, you already reached your hands out to put his dick in your mouth, abruptly choking when he grabbed your head and shoved it down his length, “You can take it all, I’m sure.”
They created a utopia of pleasure for you in that moment, with your cries and whines being silenced by Suguru’s cock down your throat whilst Satoru truthlessly rammed into you, constantly putting his hands under you to feel how your stomach bulged around him. The plans you had to ever escape them left your mind as you found yourself in an internal battle with your conscience, wondering how you could ever have thought about leaving them.
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Yuta POV
“Get up!”
My lips were mere inches away from touching Maki's.
My shirt collar was suddenly yanked upward, catching me completely off guard and forcing me to stumble backward. I'd been so focused on Maki that I hadn't even noticed someone approaching behind me.
The next thing I knew, I was on the ground. Pain shot through my tailbone as I hit the pavement, and the rain came down relentlessly, drenching me within seconds. Raising an arm to shield my eyes, I looked up…and immediately regretted it.
Standing over me was my sensei.
Satoru Gojo.
He crouched down to my level, a deep scowl etched across his face."Why the hell do I have to come all the way back to Tokyo just to drag your ass to Osaka for a mission?" he snapped. "I've gotten thousands of phone calls about this drama, Yuta."
He jabbed a finger at my chest. "You should've been in Osaka hours ago."
My eyes flickered toward Maki before returning to him."Sorry. I got caught up." My voice sounded weak even to me. "I was heading there, but I wanted to see (Y/N) first..."
Gojo slowly lowered his glasses, revealing piercing blue eyes that felt capable of seeing straight through me. His gaze shifted toward Maki, lingered for a moment, then returned to me. "That's not (Y/N), you idiot."
"I kno—"
Before I could finish, his hand shot forward, grabbing my collar again and slamming me back against the nearest wall. The impact knocked the air from my lungs. I immediately grabbed at his wrist, trying to pry him off, but it was pointless.
Gojo was rarely angry.
Annoyed? Sure.
Sarcastic? Constantly.
But genuinely pissed?
Almost never.
Which meant I had seriously screwed up. I felt like a teen again, but not in a good way.
“Maki, go home.” He says without looking at her. “I need to deal with Yuta myself.”
~~~ (y/n) pov~~~
The drive was long, but thankfully quiet.
At some point, the anger that had consumed you during your argument with Yuta had settled into something heavier. The betrayal was still there, lodged deep in your chest, refusing to fade. If anything, it had only grown stronger after he left. After he walked away. After he didn't turn around, even when you were screaming his name.
He ran to Maki.
Maybe he would never admit it out loud, but you knew where his mind had been. If he had wanted to, he could have stopped. He could have taken a breath, cooled off, and talked to you the way a husband should. Instead, he did what he always did.
He ran.
Yuta had a habit of running from his problems rather than facing them, and this time was no different.
You let out a tired sigh as your car slowly made its way down the road leading into the Zenin Estate. It had been years since you'd last been here, probably not since you were a teenager.
Megumi had never been the type to enjoy having people over. After the downfall of the Zenin Clan, he had spent years rebuilding it from the ground up. Honestly, he never struck you as the type to become a clan leader. He was too laid-back, too uninterested in status and tradition.
Yet somehow, he'd excelled at it.
While Megumi preferred to keep a low profile, he was involved in every aspect of the clan's restoration. Under his leadership, the Zenin Clan had been completely modernized, blending tradition with practicality in a way few people could have managed. It was honestly impressive.
The car finally came to a stop.
You stepped outside and were immediately greeted by the relentless rain. The cold droplets soaked through your clothes within seconds. Pulling your arms over your head in a futile attempt to shield yourself, you hurried up the stone pathway and sprinted toward the estate's front steps.
The moment you reached the door, the locks clicked one after another before it swung open from the inside. A woman with a warm smile greeted you from the doorway. You barely had time to knock on the door.
"Can I help you?" she asked.
"I'm here to see Megumi."
"Oh!" Her face immediately brightened. "He's been expecting you."
You stepped inside, slipping off your shoes as you spoke. “Thank you.”
She stepped aside to let you pass before motioning for you to follow. "Come with me. I'll take you to his room."
You nodded and followed her through the estate, taking in the familiar yet strangely different surroundings. The traditional architecture remained, but modern touches had been woven throughout the halls—a reflection of Megumi himself. Practical, efficient, and completely uninterested in preserving tradition for tradition's sake.
"He's been expecting me?" A small smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it.
The words lingered in your mind as you followed her through the estate. It was strange. You couldn't quite explain why that simple phrase affected you so much. It wasn't romantic or profound, it was such a small thing.
Yet it made something in your chest soften.
Maybe it was because someone had been looking forward to seeing you. Maybe it was because your arrival mattered to someone. Or maybe it was because, after months of feeling alone in your marriage, it was nice to know someone actually wanted you there.
The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth.
For so long, it had felt like you were fighting for scraps of Yuta's attention. There was always something else demanding his focus, a mission, a problem, another responsibility. And when things became difficult between the two of you, he pulled away instead of drawing closer.
You'd spent months standing out in the cold, waiting for him to meet you halfway. So hearing that Megumi had been expecting you shouldn't have meant anything.
And yet, somehow, it did.
It felt warm.
A warmth you hadn't realized you'd been missing until now.
The woman led you deeper into the estate before stopping outside a large wooden door. "He's inside," she said with a small smile.
You thanked her quietly and turned your attention toward the door, your hand hovering over the handle for a moment before you finally knocked.
Without giving yourself another chance to overthink it, you knocked on the door.
For a moment, there was only silence.
Then you heard movement from inside—the faint rustling of footsteps and shifting furniture. A second later, the door opened.
Megumi stood in the doorway.
The moment he saw you, something in his expression softened. His eyes brightened, and a small, lazy smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "I thought you would've canceled."
"No." You exhaled slowly, trying to keep your emotions from spilling over. "I needed to get out of that house."
Understanding flickered across his face. Without another question, he stepped aside and opened the door wider. "Well, you're always welcome here." His voice was gentle, reassuring. "If you ever need a safe place to go."
The sincerity behind his words made your chest tighten.
"Thank you."
You offered him a small smile, though it didn't quite reach your eyes, and stepped inside.
The room was far different from what most people would expect from a clan leader's private quarters.
It barely felt like a bedroom at all.
Instead, it resembled a spacious office that happened to have a place to sleep.
A large couch stretched along one wall beneath an expansive floor-to-ceiling window that overlooked the estate's gardens. Despite the rain outside, the view was still beautiful, the greenery swaying beneath the storm. Across the room sat a massive desk covered with neatly organized documents, folders, and stacks of paperwork—evidence of the endless responsibilities that came with leading an entire clan.
The space was clean, practical, and completely free of unnecessary decoration.
Very Megumi.
You found yourself glancing around the room for a moment longer than necessary, appreciating the quiet atmosphere. For the first time all day, the knot in your chest loosened ever so slightly.
“Hungry?” Megumi asked, glancing over at you. “I can have someone make you something.”
You sank onto the couch and pulled one of his pillows into your lap, hugging it against yourself. “Ramen would be nice. That rain was freezing.”
Megumi nodded as he sat down beside you, pulling out his phone. “Anything else?”
“No.” A soft, breathless laugh slipped past your lips. “I’m just happy to be out of that house. I know I keep saying it, but…” You shook your head. “It’s nice not being constantly reminded of everything.”
Megumi's thumbs paused over his screen. He looked up, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before dropping back to his phone.
“I don't want to come on too strong,” he said quietly, “but if you need somewhere to stay for a few days, you're welcome to stay here.” He glanced back at you. “I can have a room prepared for you.”
Your heart skipped a beat as you stared at the raven-haired man. Was he serious?
A warm feeling spread through your chest, small but undeniable. There had been so many nights when you felt completely alone, convinced there was no one you could turn to or confide in. But now, sitting here beside Megumi, that loneliness didn't feel quite as overwhelming.
A smile tugged at your lips. “I might have to take you up on that offer.”
“Really?”Megumi's own smile appeared as he set his phone down beside him, giving you his full attention for the first time since the conversation began.
“Just so you're prepared,” he said, a hint of amusement creeping into his voice, “Yuji's been staying here too.”
Your eyebrows lifted. “So it'd be quite the reunion.”
Megumi laughed. “It would be. He's in the middle of moving into a house, so he'll be here for a while.” A small grin tugged at his lips. “It'll be fun. Almost like we're in high school again.”
You laughed softly, your mind immediately drifting back to those days.
Back when it was just you, Megumi, Yuji, and Nobara.
The four of you would spend entire afternoons together, eating greasy burgers and staying up far too late. Well, "telling ghost stories" was a generous way to describe it. Most nights consisted of Yuji desperately trying to scare everyone while the rest of you sat there completely unimpressed.
Still, they were some of your favorite memories.
Back then, everything felt simpler.
You had friends—real friends. The kind who showed up when you needed them, who understood you without explanation, who made even the worst days feel manageable.
Then Shibuya happened.
And after that, everything changed.
Yuji left the country to focus on his mental health. Megumi threw himself into rebuilding the Zenin Clan. Nobara moved back to the countryside. She still visited whenever she could, but it wasn't nearly as often as before.
As for you, you found yourself growing closer to your seniors.
Yuta. Maki. Panda. Inumaki.
Somewhere along the way, friendship with Yuta became something more. Months of dating turned into marriage, and for a long time, those years felt like the happiest of your life.
You had been a wife.
You had built a future with him.
And while everyone had drifted onto different paths, you always believed the bond between all of you would remain intact.
Life had changed, but the friendships survived.
At least, that's what you thought.
Now, sitting on Megumi's couch with your marriage falling apart around you, you couldn't help but wonder when exactly everything had started slipping through your fingers.
“(Y/N), get out of your head.” Megumi's voice pulled you from your thoughts. “You're only going to spiral.”
You leaned your head back against the couch and let out a quiet sigh. “Actually, I wasn't thinking about Yuta.”
Megumi glanced over at you. “No?”
You shook your head. “I was thinking about us.”
His brows pulled together. “Us?”
You turned to face him, a small smile tugging at your lips.“Our younger years. Back when we were all ridiculously close. Remember when we'd randomly show up at Gojo's house and end up sleeping in his living room?”
A faint laugh escaped him.“I remember. Back when nothing really mattered.”
“Exactly.”
The conversation faded, leaving a comfortable silence in its place. Together, you stared out the large windows as rain streaked down the glass. Neither of you felt the need to fill the silence. Instead, you sat there reminiscing about simpler times, days filled with late-night conversations, stupid arguments, and the certainty that no matter what happened, you'd all find your way back to each other.
The memory settled warmly in your chest. It was a feeling you hadn't experienced in a long time.
Megumi's phone suddenly buzzed, startling both of you. He picked it up and glanced at the screen. “Your ramen's ready.”
A genuine smile spread across your face.“I can go grab it. You've already done enough for me, Megumi.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.” You pushed yourself off the couch. “Just tell me where the kitchen is.”
Megumi nodded.“Go straight down this hall until you reach the end, then make a right and keep going until you hit another hallway. The kitchen's at the very end.”
“That sounds unnecessarily complicated.”
“It probably is,” he admitted.
You laughed.
“If you get lost, just ask someone,” he added. “Everyone here is pretty friendly. They'll point you in the right direction.”
“Good to know.”
With one last smile, you headed toward the hallway, following Megumi's directions as the smell of warm broth already began to drift through the house.
Your phone buzzed in your back pocket, a text message from Yuta. That same anxious feeling that was in your chest this morning returned. Fuck, you stared at the screen, debating if you should open it. Was it worth it? I mean, you had finally found some sense of peace with everything.
Too busy with your phone, you had bumped into someone. Your eyes glanced up at the person, “Maki…”
You both stood in the hall frozen, staring at one another.
You didn't even see the slap coming. One second she was standing there, and the next, the sharp sting spread through your palm. You glanced down at your hand. Your skin was red, throbbing from the impact. Your body had moved before your mind could catch up.
You had slapped her.
And honestly? It felt good.
This was the first time you’d seen her since Nanami's party. Funny, considering she always seemed to know exactly where Yuta was. Even funnier was the fact that she'd never once apologized for everything she'd done, especially for confessing her love to my husband.
Your jaw tightened, my fingers curling into a fist. Part of you wanted to do a lot more than slap her. The collective gasps echoing through the hallway pulled you back to reality. Slowly, you lifted your gaze. Maki stood frozen, one hand pressed against her reddening cheek where you had struck her. Shock flashed across her face.
You took a step closer, a strange sense of confidence settling over you. “If you thought for even a second that I wouldn't put my hands on you, then you're sadly mistaken.” Your voice came out cold and steady. “I should beat your ass right here in front of everyone.”
You paused, letting the words hang in the air. “But I won't. I'll let karma handle that for me, Maki.”
Brushing past her shoulder, you started walking back toward Megumi's room. You appetite was completely gone. After a few steps, you stopped. A bitter laugh escaped you as you turned slightly. “And if you honestly think Yuta loves you, you're wrong.”
The hallway fell silent.
“If he did, he would've chosen you. He would've married you.” You shook your head. “Maybe you knew him first. Maybe you shared things with him when you were younger. But there are parts of him you'll never have.”
Your eyes locked onto hers.“You'll never know the version of him that comes home to me. The version that trusts me with his fears, his dreams, his heart.”
A humorless smile tugged at your lips. “You can spend the rest of your life chasing what we have, but you'll never get it.” You turned away again. “Because at the end of the day, he chose me.”
“He’ll never make love to you the way he makes love to me. You’ll never get that side of him. You’ll never experience his love at its purest because he gave it all to me, Maki.”
“Funny how you’re using this time to have him replaced. You’re not better than me. You can’t wreck a home that isn’t a home.” She shouted. “It was never yours to begin with.”
“That's funny coming from the woman who had to settle for being someone's secret.” You stopped walking, shaking your head. “You keep talking about what was mine, but at the end of the day, he stood in front of me, not you. He chose me, not you. If the home wasn't real, then why were you spending all this time trying to break into it?”
“But if that's true, then congratulations. You spent all this time fighting for something that was never yours either.” The smile faded.“Because a man who belongs to someone doesn't cheat. And a man who cheats doesn't belong to anyone.”
“What the fuck do you know!?” Maki sneered, and she stormed up to you, mere inches away from your face. “You don’t know anything.”
“Back off.” You said quietly. “I know that Yuta keeps me around, unlike you. He tossed you away pretty fast to marry me.” You laugh, stepping closer to her. “I’d be pissed too if I wasn’t getting fucked by Yuta.”
The left side of your face stung as Maki's slap landed. For a moment, everything went still. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it should have. If anything, it only fueled the anger already boiling inside you.
Your hand shot forward before you could stop yourself, tangling in her dark hair. Maki let out a sharp gasp as you yanked her head back, forcing her to meet your glare. The room seemed to narrow around the two of you. Every ounce of frustration, betrayal, and resentment that had been building for months surged to the surface.
Without thinking, you drew your arm back and swung. The impact snapped her head to the side.
Silence followed.
Heavy. Suffocating.
The kind of silence that came when there was no taking something back.
It lasted all of two seconds.
Maki pushed herself upright and came at you again. Her fist flew toward your face, but you managed to turn away just in time. The punch barely grazed you.
The kick was another story. You never saw it coming. Pain exploded through your stomach as her leg connected, knocking the air from your lungs. You doubled over instinctively, fighting to catch your breath as your abdomen throbbed.
Maki seized the opportunity. Her hand fisted in the front of your shirt, yanking you forward in an attempt to drag you to the ground. Your survival instincts kicked in before you could think. You drove your arm upward, forcing her to release her grip and stumble back.
Both of you immediately put distance between yourselves. Your stomach ached with every breath, but the adrenaline kept you standing. You straightened slowly, wiping at the corner of your mouth before fixing her with a cold stare. A humorless laugh escaped you. “For someone from the Zenin Clan,” you said, your voice dripping with mockery, “you sure lack curse energy. It would be unfair for me to use my cursed energy on you. It’ll be a waste to use it on you.”
A wicked smile spread across Maki's face. “Don't get too confident,” she said, rolling her shoulders. “We're just getting started.”
“STOP!” Megumi's voice thundered through the hallway.
Both of you turned as he stormed toward the scene, fury written across his face.
“Maki, what the hell is wrong with you?” he barked.
Maki rolled her eyes, completely unimpressed. “Stay out of it, Megumi. This has nothing to do with you.”
Megumi let out a sharp laugh.“Nothing to do with me?” He gestured around him. “You're attacking a guest in my home. It has everything to do with me.”
“She’s fucking insane,” you muttered, still trying to steady your breathing.
Maki immediately pointed at you. “Says the one who slapped me first.”
“Because you deserved it, bitch.”
Megumi dragged a hand down his face. “Unbelievable.”
His gaze moved between the two of you. “(Y/N) go back to my office.”
You huffed, every muscle in your body still tense with anger. The only reason you were walking away was because Megumi had asked you to. If it had been anyone else, you wouldn't have listened.
Your stomach still ached from Maki's kick, and your cheek stung faintly from her slap, but neither compared to the fury simmering beneath your skin. The argument, the accusations, the audacity of her showing up here, it all replayed in your mind with every step.
You shot one final glare over your shoulder. Maki was still standing where you left her, looking just as furious.
She should consider herself lucky Megumi stepped in when he did.
Tearing your eyes away from her, you turned and headed down the hallway. The sound of your footsteps echoed through the estate as you tried—and failed—to calm yourself down.
A few moments later, you heard another set of footsteps behind you.
Megumi.
Neither of you spoke right away.
The silence stretched between you until you finally reached his office. You pushed the door open and stepped inside, immediately sinking onto the couch with a frustrated groan.
Megumi closed the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment. His eyes traveled over your face, taking in the reddening mark on your cheek and the anger you were still barely containing.
Then he sighed.
“You know,” he said, crossing his arms, “most people don't start fistfights within an hour of arriving at my house.”
You stared at him for a beat before letting out a reluctant laugh. “Most people don't invite Maki Zenin into their house.”
To your surprise, the corner of Megumi's mouth twitched upward.
And for the first time since arriving, some of the tension in your chest began to ease.
where during the biggest party of the year, the emo nerd you only found out existed yesterday finally makes a move!
tags! f!reader, teruhashi-like reader (but no one will compare to the perfect pretty girl tho) pining, slight stalking, kinda cheating choso wears glasses hell yeah, emo!nerd!loser!choso ngh, slight nsfw, y2k!au
a/n! im back, enjoy luvlies ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
credits! art: X:(Aransmind), and dividers by @angeliicide
high school in the 2000s was pretty much a living stereotype. there were specific cliques, a social hierarchy, drama, gossip, parties, and hookups. you of course, were above all that. not in the way you'd expect, though.
as leader of your 3-person clique, you were the undisputed and distinguished monarch of your high school.
hair always perfect, nails always done, flawless outfit even if you were out partying at 2am, heavenly body, spectacular makeup that highlighted your god-carved face, always with your favorite drink in your hand, and of course, people never blocked your group's way.
there were of course rumors:
"the other day i saw her at the mall, and i swear to god she had a golden aura, with cloud-like wings behind her"
"what, you're wrong, one time she was walking downtown, and at the victoria's secret store, the employees tried to recruit her to be an angel"
"you're all wrong. she literally doesn't need any of that. her parents own all the major companies back where she lives. i don't even know what she's doing here, this high school sucks"
"you know, i heard that when she went to a concert, the staff backstage invited her on stage just because she was that jaw dropping"
"not even close. once someone called her 'perfect flower-shop pretty' but like 5 guys told them that she was a wildflower, because her beauty doesn't even compare to those, and puts them all to SHAME"
"she literally got invited to the booth of the charli xcx boiler room, please"
needless to say, you had it all.
except... a decent boyfriend.
naoya zenin. literally the name of your nightmares. even god's favorite can't have it all, can she?
na*ya was genuinely the asshole of your darkest times. being forced to be his girlfriend by both of your families, you absolutely despised him. you had standards, for god's sake! the asshole had nothing going for him apart from his family's generational wealth. totally not your type
if you could go back in time in all of history, you'd definitely go back to the very first day of 10th grade, hit yourself with a bat, and stay the hell home, so that your eyes never got to see his unfortunate looks.
the worst part? being the school's queen, you couldn't openly hate him, his family owned the town, basically, and cherry on top? people thought you looked NICE together. please. as if such a neanderthal could ever stand a chance to be with a perfect beauty.
you couldn't count the amount of times you'd caught na*ya kissing others at parties with both hands, either, so you'd definitely considered if he played for the other team, with the amount of misogynistic comments and the time you swore he was kissing a dude at a party, even though he claimed he was drunk, drunk words are sober thoughts after all
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your hatred towards your boyfriend was thank god, shared. choso kamo was, although, described as:
"uhhh who...?"
"oh i think i was paired with him for band, sick drum player"
"he's nice, his younger brother is like super popular, too"
uhhh he was, shy, to say the least, blending into the backroom of the messy art room and band class only sharing a few classes with the tall, dark-haired guy with glasses, never overly noticing him, always busy fixing your hair and gossiping away
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choso was distraught, the emo, drum-playing, fine ass loser was completely and utterly devastated
having seen you ever since you walked into late into his art class, with a perfectly coordinated sparkly outfit, that complimented your body, swinging your hair creating swirls in the air, and sitting parallel to him as he worked, he has never stopped noticing everything you do, your smell, cute hairstyles, perfect hands and sugary but angular smile, he was, to say the least, swooned, he had memorized your schedule, stalked all of your instagrams, your 100 tiktok accounts, and even found your secret fanpages
and he did not know how you didn't notice
the way he got pink as the blush on your cheeks whenever he was in a room with you, how he always held the door open until you walked through and the way he downright stared at you, entranced
you hadn't noticed
well, who could blame you, a perfect pretty girl does have to keep up appearances, and had no time for losers like him
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you didn't even know choso existed, you were too busy, organizing parties, staying on top of all the drama, and fighting with the nuisance that calls himself your boyfriend
that was, until the time of the biggest party of the year rolled around, which meant that you'd of course, plan it
with your parents gone, and alcohol bought, you'd spent the days decorating and preparing for the perfect party on friday
in your master bedroom, you lay down on your bed, browsing through last year's yearbook, on your silk sheets, planning on who to invite, with this being the biggest party of the year, there was no room to be caught lacking, so your friends were helping you prep everything as well
"okay, so the football team was invited, ugh, anota unfortunately too, the drama club, the basketball team, the tennis team, my hallway crushes, you guys' hallway crushes, the cool people from other grades..." you rambled, getting to the end of the impossibly long list, megan thee stallion playing on your rooms's speakers, golden light skimming through the walls, twirling your hair in circles, "i still feel like there's too little people, though"
that's when you got a brilliant idea, "hey... what if we skim through the yearbook and invite our hear me outs?" followed by an agreement from your two friends
you spent the evening ordering coffee and drawing hearts around new ones who were hot, and writing their name in your pretty little handwriting
that's when you got to the band club's pictures
you'd never even considered emo boys before
but damn... that brown haired guy...
he definitely changed your mind
you searched for his name
c... k... oh! right there
choso kamo: band club, art club, art honor society
you stopped dead in your tracks
how the hell have you never noticed before, damn! did he not get invited to most parties? well... his permanent anxious expression, dark circles and twin tails may or may not be the cause...
your friends did notice you staring mouth open at a picture, sitting upright, they took the book from your grip
"who are you looking at, anyways? close your mouth, a fly is gonna get in there"
how could you explain to your friends that the finest man on the planet was in that book, and you didn't even know his name before??
sure, popular girls and nerd losers don't get along... typically... you were sure you could make it work
so, after a session of screaming and surprises, your friends (with the hatred of a thousand suns towards naoya) decided to grudgingly invite him, not because he was kind of fine! you wanted to see how an emo loser behaved when surrounded by actual people, of course!
i mean, that's what you told yourself anyways
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the day of the party rolled around, having spent hours dolling up, finding the perfect outfit to compliment your hair, skin and body, and manifestations to get naoya away from you
and maybe, just maybe
choso, on the other hand was a nervous wreck
having changed his outfit thrice, rotating between three different t-shirts and seven jeans, he settled on a nine-inch nails shirt, with a deep purple long sleeve underneath, dark jeans and with yuji's recommendation, let his shoulder-length hair down, giving it a messy and ruffled look
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your house was floor to ceiling in decoration, lights flashing, glittering ceilings, kaleidoscopic floors, bar lined with glasses and bottles, and blasting music from the walls and excitement surrounding the growing crowd
you were, to say the least, the glowing center of attention, right in the center of the dance floor, where the dancing incremented and heat radiated
you noticed, from the corner of you eye, through the drunken crowd, a girl pressed against your boyfriend, gripping his arm, drink in hand
you grabbed your friend, dragged her towards them, and promptly bitch-slapping his sorry ass
"finally, i can be done with you, thank god we're over"
you turned around on your heels and went for another drink
making your way to the secluded bar, you bumped into a tall figure
"watch where you're going idiot," not in the mood to deal with any other issue
when he turned around, you quickly recognized the pale skin, chiseled features and face tattoo, as choso, who grabbed you by the waist to prevent you from falling
"sorry! i just came here, uhh... sorry for being in the way!" he stammered, as he looked into your glistening eyes
he rambled on, but you could not believe that the same needy guy who you only noticed a few days ago looked so... good...?
"um, sorry... are you okay?"
shit, you had completely forgotten the situation you were in right now
"yeah uh... choso, right?"
"wow! you... know my... name?"
"don't get any ideas, loser" but you stumbled, someone bumping into you, pushing you deeper into his embrace
you were drunk, sure but why was there such a warm feeling in your chest? heat spread to your face, but ew! this band kid nerd was touching you right now!
distancing yourself, mumbling something about his shirt, you gladly greeted others arriving at the same time, and yuji, bashfully surrounded by some girls
choso stood there, admiring your presence near him, you actually acknowledged him! that was enough to send him into the moon, and he was decided that that interaction alone was enough to fill his heart for at least 2 months
freeing himself from his entourage, yuji made his way to his brother
"choso you gotta do something more that letting her humble you! what the hell, do you like getting degraded or something?"
choso blushed, looking away, away at you, all the lights shining on you, lighting up your features and expression, when you suddenly looked at him, with the sweetest smile he had ever seen from a mean girl like you
"choso! in serious, go talk to her" yuji exclaimed, shaking him tightly
choso was seriously entranced, being overwhelmed by the ambient of the party and your entoxicating presence
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"mghh" you moaned into his mouth, pressing your chest to his, his glasses askew, straddling his lap, as you grabbed his hands, pressing them against the headboard
choso didn't even recall how he got into this situation but he was definitely NOT complaining
he maybe remembered girls pushing him, laughing to the bar, giving confused looks to yuji and looking for you in the back
he also remembered the acid taste in his mouth, drinking the bright liquid and it dripping down to his stomach, soaking his shirt and the floor
he also remembered how you yelled at some point, getting his drink spilled on your expensive outfit, and you promptly giving him the meanest stare on earth as you headed to your room to change
then, he remembered chasing after you, opening the door, profusely apologizing, as he is met with the sight of you, in your underwear, cussing him out
as he was about to run off, he felt how you grabbed his hands, roughly pulling him in and locking the door, swearing to hod that if he left you'd make his life hell
as you continued your drunken kisses down to your bed, choso felt the alcohol taking over, making his face red, and himself sweaty
you stopped your kisses, sucking his neck instead, but as you worked your way down, meeting the drenched patch of his shirt
he let out a whimper as you settled on his lap, taking a look at his flustered face, you grinned, looking at his disheveled face, crooked glasses and messy hair
"you're so pathetic you know" you murmured, looking annoyed, but the blush dusting your face contradicted your expression, and choso's hands trailed over your lower waist, you gently contoured his face, tracing over his face tattoo and re adjusting his glasses but you felt a weight shift in between your legs
"..." choso blushed a shade of red, looking at everything except you
"no way you seriously got hard because of that" you mockingly laughed, tightening your arms around his neck, softly caressing his nape
"you're so mean, beautiful"
that earned an even deeper blush out of you, hiding your face in his neck
"what? your 'boyfriend' never said things like this to such a beauty like you?"
"ugh shut up! unless you want me to tell everyone you're a virgin and kick you out shut up..." you held the sides of his face and forced him to kiss you, earring a little whine out of him
"what, you'd never been drunk before?"
"n-no..."
he was so pathetic, and that turned you on endlessly, what would your friends say about this, what if someone walked through the door now? what would naoya call you??
"ngh... don't worry about all that princess.." choso drunkenly in between kisses whispered
shit, you said that out loud... but how could you worry now? as those sweet, drunken words were nicer that everything naoya had ever said to you
choso heard a soft sniffle from on top of him
he hurriedly held you in his arms, wiping away your tears, holding you tight, "h-hey, what happened? did i do something? i'm so sorry, i would never hurt you, sweetheart.."
"you're so dumb, cho...so..." you muffled lightly punching against his surprisingly toned chest, but there was no edge to your words, and choso knew that
he softly smiled, "i'm not going anywhere, if you don't want me to, baby"
you then pressed the lightest and sweetest kiss to his mouth, catching him by surprise, as he melted into your sour, alcoholic taste
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choso's next weeks were something out of his dreams, he bagged the prettiest girl in town, having her on his arm 24/7, followed by her little clique of friends, her yapping his ear off, he was in paradsise
also, how could he complain, when you two got home, he always got rewarded with an hour long makeout shesh everytime
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a/n! im soso proud of this onee, also i changed my layout ( ܸ. .)՞՞ hope you guys liked itttt ♡xx
Pairing.ᐟ: Headofzeninclan!Megumi Fushiguro x Wife!reader
Synopsis.ᐟ: You’re arranged to marry the new head of the Zenin clan, Megumi Zenin, in order to strengthen both his and your clans, and preserve their inherited cursed technique with an heir. When you first meet him, he seems cold and almost resentful toward you, but behind closed doors, he slowly reveals the side of himself he keeps hidden from everyone else.
Tags.ᐟ: au where Megumi was sold off to the Zenin clan, smut with plot, forced marriage, cursing, slight mutual yearning, breeding, praise kink, face siting, oral (f!rec), riding, unprotected sex, greedy!megumi, dom!megumi, inexperienced!reader (like really new), sub!reader, afab!reader, slight OOC.
Author's Note.ᐟ: Him being the new clan leader had me giggling while I was watching season 3!
WCᐟ: 3K
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Megumi was born with the inherited Ten Shadows Technique. Upon reaching his twenty-first birthday, he was officially named the head of the clan. He loathed the celebration; while his previous birthdays within those cold walls had never been joyful, his new title brought a crushing weight of expectations from the elders and the higher-up sorcerers.
He was fuming when the elders delivered their latest decree: he was to marry the daughter of an allied clan and produce an heir to ensure their prized technique continued. Beneath his stoic expression, he burned with the urge to argue, to refuse, to walk away—yet he knew the cold logic of the bloodline was inescapable. However, the source of his dissatisfaction wasn't just the duty itself. It was you.
You were the daughter of a clan leader who obsessed over purity and perfection. To the outside world, your family was a model of virtue, but behind closed doors, the environment was unwelcoming and rigid. Despite your status, you were treated with the same restrictions as a servant. In your clan, women were viewed as either tools or objects of pleasure.
When your father finally spoke to you as an actual human being, it wasn't out of affection. He was informing you of your arranged marriage and the necessity of conceiving an heir. Paralyzed by the fear of punishment, you didn't dare to argue, just bowed in silent agreement.
In the days that followed, maids descended upon you to begin the extravagant preparations for the wedding. You were terrified; the dark reputation of the Zenin clan and the intimidating stories of its new head made you shiver. As you walked toward the Zenin residence, you kept your head low, not daring to look up until you stood directly before the man you were to marry.
You hadn't expected someone so… pretty. His face was like that of a doll, crafted with precise and elegant features, while his dark blue kimono framed a strong, lean build. As you quietly took him in, he did the same.
He couldn't deny your beauty. He was struck by your warm features, your soft, expressive lips, and the delicate flush dusting your squishy cheeks. Your floral kimono did nothing to hide the grace of your silhouette. The elders had called you angelic, a description he hadn't taken seriously until this moment.
The wedding was simple, swift, and deeply unpleasant. Under the watchful, judging eyes of both the clans, the only words you managed to whisper to his uninterested face were, "I do." There was no kiss to seal the union. Instead, he led you toward his private chambers in a heavy, stifling silence.
The dim light of the halls only makes your racing nerves skyrocket.
As he slides open the shoji doors, he reveals a large, cavernous room. Stacks of books clutter the corners, a big futon that sits in the middle of the room, and a low black table that sits in front of the bed.
Through the open patio, there is a striking view of a fountain surrounded by Zinnia flowers—the very same floral pattern draped across your body. You wonder if they’re his favorite.
He closes the door and sits at the table, his back to the entrance, as he pours himself a cup of black coffee.
“Sit across from me,” he commands. His voice is deep, laced with a trace of disgust.
You do as you are told, walking to the other side of the table where a pink pillow awaits—perhaps a small preparation for your arrival. You kneel, too frightened to meet his gaze.
Megumi cannot help but watch your hips sway with every motion. It irritates him that he doesn't mind the prospect of an heir with someone so beautiful and compliant. He isn't the type of man to be swooned by looks alone.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks. It sounds more like a clarification than a question as he sips his coffee.
You nod, waiting for his permission to speak as you look down at the wooden table.
“I would like to look at my wife’s face when she answers me,” he states. Your face flushes at the weight of the word wife.
You look up and meet his eyes. “Yes. I... I saved myself for you,” you say, reciting the lines you were coached to deliver. While your innocence is a fact, the claim that you were waiting for him is a blatant lie—one he catches immediately.
“Your father made you say that.” He sucks his teeth and shakes his head. “Making his own daughter lie to me just to save face. Fucking moron.”
“It wasn’t my father,” you whisper, bracing yourself for a punishment. “Please... don’t be upset with him.”
“You’re taking the blame for his stupidity? How foolish.” Despite his words, he finds your attempt to protect the man who sold you into this marriage somewhat admirable.
“I—I won’t lie again, my lord.”
“Don’t ever use formalities with me.” His voice drips with disdain for the title as he sets his cup down.
“Yes, of course... M-megumi.” You squirm on the pillow, twisting your hands together in your lap.
“Do you know that we are expected to produce an heir tonight?” he asks, shifting the subject abruptly.
“Y-yes, sir—Megumi!” You stutter, quickly correcting yourself. A soft smile touches his lips—an expression you never expected to see on a man with his reputation.
“One more slip-up and I might not take it lightly next time,” he says, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk.
You hum an embarrassed agreement, your heart hammering against your chest. He reaches out, brushing a few stray hairs away from your face and tucking them behind your ear, letting his hand linger there.
“I have no intention of making this marriage unpleasant. We’ll take it slow, okay?” His voice is soft and comforting now—a tone so disarming it could make you follow him anywhere.
“O-okay.”
“Good.” He pulls away from your face and stands up with a low grunt.
Megumi reaches out, offering his hand. You hesitate for a moment before placing your soft, delicate hand in his. He pulls you up and guides you around the table until you are standing directly in front of him. His formidable height easily towers over yours.
“You can speak freely when you’re with me,” he says. He raises your hand to his lips, pressing a small peck to your knuckles while his thumb grazes the shiny wedding ring on your finger.
The gesture makes your head spin; you have never been granted this much free will or focused attention. Your brain nearly short-circuits, leaving you unsure of how to react. A soft chuckle escapes Megumi’s throat, breaking you out of your trance.
He lets go of your hand, his fingers trailing down to the band at your waist that holds your kimono together. His eyes lock onto yours, silently seeking consent, which only makes your face flush deeper with nerves.
“I need your words before I continue,” he says softly, his fingers brushing against the fabric of the ribbon.
“You can do as you wish,” you whisper breathlessly, swallowing the lump in your throat.
Megumi smiles, keeping his gaze fixed on yours as his arm snakes around your back to untie the bow. The ribbon slides down, hitting the tatami mats with a soft thud. His other hand reaches up to ease the kimono off your shoulders, revealing the lace of your bra and your smooth, supple skin. Between the cool evening air and the intensity of his gaze, you tremble with anticipation.
You can hear Megumi’s breathing grow heavy as his cool fingertips graze your shoulders. The kimono drops to your feet, revealing the red lace lingerie meant only for his eyes. He takes in every curve and contour of your body as if he is admiring a masterpiece.
He curses under his breath, his hand trailing down your arm to the smooth skin of your stomach. “You look beautiful.”
You gasp, covering your mouth with your hand, stunned by the delicacy with which he treats you and the sincerity of his praise.
As one hand continues to circle the soft pudge of your belly, his other hand catches your wrists, pulling them away from your face and pressing your fingertips against his chest. You feel his heart pounding at an accelerated pace.
“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs. His voice, alluring as he leans in to capture your lips in a deep kiss, his breath tasting of the coffee he finished moments ago.
He lets your hands drop to your side, his grip shifts to your hips, pulling you flush against his body. The kiss intensifies, and you feel his tongue graze your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You give in, opening your mouth slightly at the sensation, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours.
You grip his muscular biceps as he guides you backward. Your heels eventually hit the low bedframe, and Megumi doesn't let up. His kisses trail down the column of your neck, drawing a soft whimper from your throat.
“You taste so good and sound so pretty,” he groans against your collarbone.
“Megumi… should I do something?” you ask unsurely of how to return the worship he is giving you.
He pulls away and begins to strip off his clothes. You quickly turn your head, your cheeks burning hotter with every layer that hits the floor.
“Sit on my face.” He says it so casually, it sounds like a simple greeting.
“W-what? That sounds painful.” you stammer, still keeping your eyes averted from his naked frame. You feel a wave of confusion; your first thought is that he must be some sort of masochist.
“Shit...” He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “You’re that naive.”
You turn to face him, trying your best to keep your gaze level, but your eyes betray you. You steal a glance downward and let out an involuntary squeal when you see his thick cock, the tip slick with pre. Megumi immediately hooks his index and middle fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him. He scans your heated face, admiring your flustered expression.
“Just trust me, alright?” he reassures you.
You nod, searching his eyes for comfort, though the earnestness of his stare only makes you more flustered.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. He lies back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows against the duvet. “You asked if you should do something.” He gestures toward your red lace panties. “Take those off and straddle me.”
“As you wish.” You slowly slide the thin fabric down and climb over him, hovering over his detailed abs of his stomach. You let out a sharp breath when you feel his cock against your back.
“Haah...” he groans, falling back against the pillows. “Now straddle my face. And don’t hover—I want to feel your weight on me.”
You gulp down your protest and begin to crawl toward his face. Looking down, you see his gaze fixed hungrily on your wet cunt, desperate to finally taste you. Despite his instructions, fear of hurting him makes you hesitate, and you continue to hover just above him.
Sensing your disobedience, Megumi takes matters into his own hands. He grips your thighs firmly and pulls you down onto his lips. You moan at the sudden contact.
“Megumi! I’m hurting you, no?” you cry out, trying to pull away, but his grip is unyielding. You look down at his face, your heart filled with worry that you’re causing him pain.
Megumi looks up at you with hooded, annoyed eyes. His calloused hands slide up to your hips, lifting you just enough so his voice is clear.
“I told you to sit on my face, did I not?” His voice is dark, cloaked in a heavy layer of annoyance and aggression.
“Yes, but—I’m scared of hurting you—ahh!” You squeal as he pulls you back down firmly against his mouth. His tongue immediately begins lapping at your damp slit.
He sucks at your clit while his large hands knead the flesh of your ass, forcing you to grind against his face. A deep, muffled groan vibrates against your skin. The newfound sensation is otherworldly; you can't stop yourself from chasing a peak you never knew existed.
“May I... touch you?” you ask, breathless. Not knowing where to put your hands, you keep them pressed to your own chest.
“Mhm... yeah. You’re getting close,” he moans against you. He pulls you even tighter against his mouth, his tongue darting deeper and faster at your entrance. He can feel the way you are beginning to clench around his tongue.
“Nngh! C-close? Close to what?” you whimper. You reach down, combing his dark hair out of his face before gripping the strands at his scalp.
Megumi scoffs, the vibration sending a jolt through you, and he flicks his tongue expertly over your sensitive clit. You squeal as your body begins to shudder. You scream his name, orgasming all over his face as the waves of heat take over. Your breathing slowly reverts back to a normal pace, you look down and see the mess you’ve made.
“You taste so good, pretty girl.” He licks his lips and kisses the inside of your thighs, his eyes dazed with satisfaction as he looks up at you.
“Oh no! I’m sorry! I-I didn’t know I could do that,” you stammer, frantically looking around the room for a towel or a napkin.
He ignores your panic, lifting you by the hips and settling you onto his lap. You feel the leaky tip of his cock press against you, making you jump.
“Don’t go anywhere. We’re not done,” he says, shifting to sit up.
He lifts you slightly with one hand while the other guides his veiny dick to your, already overstimulated, pussy. He looks up and sees the flush on your face—a look he’s come to recognize in the short time you’ve been together. It’s nervousness. Perhaps you’re afraid of not satisfying him, or perhaps you’re just afraid of the pain. Regardless, he squeezes your hip to draw your attention.
“Hey. I told you we’ll take it slow,” he says, his tone changing back to that soothing, comforting low.
You nod, awaiting for the next newfound sensation.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, something that makes you feel incredibly weak in the knees.
He lifts you a bit higher, aligning you perfectly. Then, he slowly begins to lower you onto him. Your tight walls feel as though they are suffocating him.
“F-fuck... so tight,” he moans. He fights the urge to lose self-control and bury his entire length inside you at once. But as he looks up at your face—brow furrowed and features scrunched—he cannot bring himself to do anything that would frighten his inexperienced wife.
Now having him buried deep inside; you couldn't help but squirm, your body attempting to adjust to the overwhelming girth of his dick that's stretching you out.
Megumi grips your hips with bruising force, keeping you in place to prevent you from grinding against him. He wants nothing more than to lose himself completely and see his cum fill you up.
“Are you ready? Please tell me you’re ready,” he begs, his voice thick with a desperate need to finally move within you.
You hide your burning face in the crook of his neck and thread your fingers through his hair. “Y-yes... I’m ready.”
He wastes no time. He lifts your hips and guides you down onto his shaft, slowly at first, but with a steady, punishing rhythm. Needy, meek whimpers escape you, muffled against his neck. The wet shlick, shlick, shlick of your bodies meeting and your moans in his ear is making his composure fracture.
“You’re taking—shit—taking me so well,” he whines. “Baby, let me go faster.”
“Faster? Mmph! Is this n-not fast enough?” you stutter, your mind spinning as his thick length fills you completely.
“I can be so much faster. It’ll feel good,” he pleads, desperate for the friction.
“O-okay—”
Megumi doesn’t even let you finish. His hips begin bashing into yours relentlessly. His cock pulsates inside you, and the escalated pace makes it impossible for you to think.
“So fucking good for me,” he groans into your ear. He delivers a sharp slap to your ass, causing you to bounce and reflexively clench even tighter around him.
Your eyes roll back as he slides a hand up to your chest, squeezing your plush breast firmly. His words fading out by the staggering sensation and the penetration of his cock deep inside your velvet walls.
You find yourself dazed, a soft trail of drool escaping onto his broad shoulder as the intense stimulation of your pussy reaches a breaking point.
He feels you start to grind on him of your own accord, a clear sign that you are on the brink.
“C’mon, baby... cum for me,” he coos, kissing a trail down your shoulder and neck, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin. He can feel himself reaching his limit, his balls eager to release his seed. You cling to him, holding him like a lifeline.
You both reach the peak, your orgasm hits like a punch in the gut, and you feel the warmth of him filling you to the brim, mixed cum leaking out as you try to relax your breathing.
“Shh, shh... it’s okay.” he whispers, pulling away from your breast to wrap around your waist. He holds you tightly, keeping you still against him even as his cock continues to throb inside you, still partially hard.
Using the last of your strength, you pull back to look down at him. Megumi bites his bottom lip, stifling a moan as you shift. You are surprised to see he still has so much energy; from the predatory grin on his face, you know he is about to ask for something you aren't sure you can handle.
“You feel too good,” he says. His hand trails down between your bodies, his fingers beginning to circle your clit. “I need to fill you up one more time... just to make sure it takes.”
You hide your face again, overwhelmed and overstimulated, but the way he treats you—the way he praises you for taking him so well—leaves you unable to deify him.
Includes: talk about spiders, reader who is kind of crazy (subjective), submissive Choso, edging, brief use of mommy (sorry.), she calls him good boy too, tiny bit of fluff too
Art: BH20647
Note: They're not really that villainous..... more anti-heroish
You sat on the roof of your ‘house’ of sorts. It was actually an abandoned factory a little farther from the city, slightly on the outskirts. It was homey and nice. Cold, desolate, yet empty. Filled with growing foliage and vines grown from Mother Nature's hands. Nature was the obvious place for you.
You could weave your webs in peace; use them for good. Because within nature, beings are allowed to be themselves. Somewhat unlike the filthy humans who sought to ostracize you from society simply because you were born with nature.
They look to alter their bodies with foreign objects instead of basking in the joy of nature. But they don’t know how lucky they are to be accepted into society.
You didn’t want to stay hidden, but you were being hunted. People like you hunted and studied for experiments. To ‘better’ a race of humans that was already lost.
So you… did it back. You tracked and killed everyone involved in the experiments and threatened their bodies. Set up public desecration to make sure they got the message. Smeared blood on a wall like a smear campaign so society would understand.
Your motives weren't all bad, but world domination for the goal of an eternally peaceful society was absolutely crucial to the preservation of the natural human state.
Humans weren’t put on this earth to be vain and invasive, yet they are. And something had to change.
Nonetheless, despite your hatred for invasive humankind, you still yearned for the city. Hoping that if you weren’t caught, you’d be able to spread your ideas and branch off into some magical friend group where you could live free with your powers. Unhunted, untamed, free.
Oh, to live a life of normalcy among peers with similar intellect.
The city was beautiful; the roof showed the glowing lights flashing in the air. Polluting the sky and diluting the stars. The tall skyscrapers were built by the billionaires who desecrated the clean drinking water for lucrative profit. The fashion moguls who slaughtered innocent animals in cold blood for a bag that couldn’t replace their lives. The government that sought to kill people like you. They’re the true villain.
The city has so much crime… Why do you care for it so much?
Maybe because it's simply a social center, and you know people like you exist. They exist in secret, people as ‘evil’ as you. Only because the world hurt them as they hurt you.
The city can unite all of you. The city can help make the world into a sanctuary. A protective web for those to stick to when the rain wishes to drown them. People are miserable; they're suffering. But you have to save them.
But to do that, you’ll need someone as like-minded as you. As broken and tampered with. Someone who's been hunted. Punished simply for the type of blood they possessed. The potency.
The world will function naturally as intended under your hand. You must have it.
You slipped on your dark velour dress and a pair of tightly strapped boots. A fur jacket to shield you from the frigid nightly breeze. A knife tucked into the hidden holster just in case push comes to shove.
You were meeting with a contact in the city. A modest dinner with some over-the-table information.
You walked into the restaurant, looking around for the dark-brown-haired lawyer. You’d fucked him a few times, so he owed you one. A big favor.
You sat down at the table, a luscious smile on your face. The man looked up, tired, bored, and uninterested all over his face. He shouldn’t have been working that hard. It's not natural.
“Long time, no see, Hiromi.” You said with sweet venom laced into your tone.
“I could say the same for you.” He took a sip of his water plainly.
You dug into your purse and pulled out a blue pair of panties, worn, of course. No exchange is really free, isn't it? The man picked them up and inspected them: the size, the material, the inseams, and every little inch.
He picked them up and brought them to his face to give a long drag of the scent. His eyes fluttered as if he were ingesting a drug. His body tensed and calmed as he twitched. You’d satisfied him. It's surprising how easy men can be when all they need is an addictive vice.
Your end of the bargain was completed.
He stuffed the underwear into his suit pocket before clearing his throat. “We can get to business now.” He unlatched his briefcase and grabbed a folder.
On the front of it was “TOP SECRET" written obviously. The file was thin, which meant they didn’t know much about whoever it was.
When you opened it, there was a photo of a man. Shaken, of course, but the state of the photo looked… degrading, well, on his part. His face was a little bloodied. His hands were covered with mitts. Strapped down to a wooden chair. His brown hair was tousled and oily, he was sweating profusely, and he was so pale. In reality, he looked terrible.
Under the photo of him was the name “Choso Kamo.”
You flipped to the next page. This would be the one that explains his powers.
Ability: Blood Manipulation
Description: [Vague till experimentation is concluded] The ability allows the manipulation and reformation of blood. Poison.
Danger: [Special] Lethality
Stipulations: [Undefined]
Gene: Kamo K-60
Lead Scientist: Shoko Ieiri
The fact that they knew so little about him was both good and bad. Good that they haven’t started 'experimentation,' but bad because it means they were prepared to start quite soon, and since they knew him so little, they’d probably drain every ounce of blood from him till his body was reduced to a pulp.
You’d know the lead experimenter. Hell, you grew up with her. She was your best friend in 6th grade. You knew of her prejudice for those who didn’t have ‘good powers,' people who had 'anomalies' and ‘bad powers’ like you. Her family fueled it. Her hate couldn’t be helped. She was born into it.
But naive and kind you were at age 12. You showed her your true self, and she sneered at you in disgust. Called you disgusting expletives simply because you were born with power. It was something you couldn’t control. You were so desperate you cried out to her, "You think I chose the power, Shoko?”
She was your only friend. It seemed the saying “people come into your life for a reason or a season" was true. You begged her so hard. You said you could change, but you couldn't. Because that's how you were born. In a natural state, and it couldn’t be helped.
But she ran away still. Specifically, she ran to tell her mother. Next thing you know, you had to flee to somewhere desolate and deserted. Somewhere where they couldn’t find you. You were hunted like prey. Helicopters, SWAT teams, even tanks. All for a little girl.
So it's safe to say there's some bad blood between you and Shoko.
You flipped to the next page, which was just notes about his personality.
Notes:
Subject shows extreme emotional instability.
Subject frequently calls out for his 'brothers.' We haven’t verified any familiar connections as of yet.
Calm if not agitated or bothered.
A passed intelligence test indicated a high IQ.
Expresses a sort of compassion for humankind.
Introverted but quick to analyze.
Murmurs, ‘I will not hurt people,’ in his sleep [past trauma (?) In-depth psychological test ordered for 6/09.
You’d have to be gentle with him when you meet him. He seemed to be rather timid. You had to show him you were like-minded. You flipped to the next page.
Victims:
John Doe
Age 6 [offender was age 5]
Method of death: Body blow into pieces.
Motive: Bullying & provocation of the offender
Jane Doe
Age 7 [offender was age 5]
Method of death: Body blow into pieces.
Motive: Bullying & provocation of the offender
Arden Romero
Age 12 [offender was age 13]
Method of death: Decapitation
Motive: Street dispute
Hugh Janus
Age 19 [offender was age 15]
Method of death: Stabbed [unknown weapon]
Motive: [unknown]
And the list went on…. But while reading the motive, you’d find it was always either a mistake, that he’d been provoked, or that there had been no known motive.
You needed to get him out now. “Hiromi?”
He murdered softly while sipping his wine. “Do you think I can get him out tonight?”
He looked at you with wide, alarmed eyes. “You could try. Shoko is at the clinic tonight, probably prepping him for further examination. If you wanted to get him, you should leave now. Although it's certainly risky.”
You gave him a mischievous smile. “Well, you know me, I love a risk.” You stood up from your chair and planted a kiss on the man's cheek.
“See you later, Hiromi.” He meekly waved as you walked out the door of the restaurant.
You were grateful that the laboratory was not too far. It was actually in the heart of the city, under a massive skyscraper. You managed to conceal yourself while getting into the back alley to avoid the camera.
The best thing about Hiromi was that he was a gifted spy for you. He provided you with keys, camera copies, hard drives, maps, and anything else you needed.
You knew one guard was inside to the left. You could sense it. You summoned five spiders into your palm, all black widows. You talk to them through waves of vibrations emitted from your brain. Quite a unique feature if you’d ask me.
‘Slip through the door and inject venom into him. I know yours isn't potent enough, so coat your fangs with some of mine. Thank you, my darlings.’
You spit on your hand and let them coat their fangs.
You didn’t hone the abilities of a black widow. You honed the ability of every spider. Your venom? It releases venom 10 times more potent than the most venomous spider, the Sydney Funnel-Web. It takes 15 minutes to 2 hours to kill a human with their venom, but for you, it was instantaneous.
The spiders flew off your hand, leaving small lines of web on your hands. A minute later, you heard the body hit the ground with a 'thud.'
You had to make sure you left absolutely no trace of yourself, just for safety reasons. You looked down at your hand, and the webs appeared. You used it to make sure that when you opened the door, your fingerprints couldn’t be tracked. One special ability was that you could summon silky webs just by looking in a target area.
You opened the door to see the guard lying lifeless on the floor. What a high price to pay for peace. You used your saliva to heal the wounds on his neck. Another thing about your spit was that it was healing. Your powers weren't all 'bad.' By healing the wound, they’d have no way of knowing it was you; therefore, you wouldn’t be hunted.
You made your way down the hall and eventually reached the cells. You heard small noises of whimpering the farther you walked down the eerie hall.
The bass of the voice indicated it was a man. A female voice in the distance hushed quietly, not just any female voice. Shoko’s. Her voice was the same, just deeper, and exuded the tone of tiredness.
You walked gracefully, making sure your heels echoed off the walls, but just gracefully enough not to be heard. You reached the door where you heard the noise. One of your fingers turned into a skinny, needle-like spider leg. You inserted it into the keyhole and moved around till you heard the click sound.
The man squirmed in the chair; he looked desperate for a way out. Wires of tubes flowed from the air, filled with thick, dark blood. It was painful to see the poor man; he looked scared. In need of comfort and companionship.
He looked at you, eyes widening with fear. He mouthed ‘help me’ with the little bit of energy in his body.
Shoko continued to work on the man, trying to clean a spot of his skin to insert a needle. “Long time no see, Spider Girl," said Shoko as she kept her back toward you.
“I have a name.” She unwrapped a package of needles and set it on the tray. “Barley, you were gone so long I almost forgot.” She let out a small chuckle.
You walked into the room slowly, heels echoing whilst hitting the cold ground. “I am not here to converse. Let him go, Shoko; I would like to avoid more bloodshed.”
“Afraid I can’t do that.” She grabbed a blue mask off the table and put it on, not caring to give you an ounce of her attention. The fear in Choso’s eyes grew as he looked at the sharp needles in the tray next to him.
“I don’t want to hurt you, just release him to me.” She gave a breathless laugh before picking up the syringe to fill it with a strange substance. "Yeah, I know you won't hurt me, you're so soft you wouldn’t hurt a fly. Still the same cowardly girl I knew…"
From the outside, you held composure, but on the inside, you were breaking. “Do not speak to me like that.” She shrugged you off; she clearly wasn’t taking you seriously. “Listen, I don’t care what you need to say, just don’t distract me from my experiment. You should flee as you did before. I knew you always hated screaming."
“You must not know what it was like for me to be hunted, Shoko. You stand here as a privileged woman who was handed over a position at a science company for the sacrifice of an innocent little girl. Humans are such selfish beings. That's why I need to change the world.”
Shoko was in the process of sterilizing a tool before silence broke. She put the tool down and began to laugh hysterically. Like you were a joke.
“Spiders are afraid of humans. You're a natural-born coward. Do you know how easy it is to kill a spider? All it takes is one exterminator that's good at their job.”
You were prepared to let her words get to you. To let her get the final blow. To let a weak human hurt you. But you were not the same girl you had been years ago. You didn’t beg for anyone to accept you. It’d be the other way around. You were the savior of humankind. But in order to save, a few sacrifices needed to be made.
You zoned back in, not even noticing that you’d split a hole in Shoko’s abdomen with a sharp web. You watched the blood flow out of her body as she lay on the floor. Her body was pale, and her eyes were low. The life was slowly fading out of her, and she’d finally be able to rest from the eternal damnation of Earth.
You walked down to her and crouched to her level, your hand caressing her soft cheek. “I hope one day in your afterlife you can understand why I had to do it right." She moved her shaking hand to grab yours. She meekly nodded, slow but understanding.
You stood up as your attention was almost averted from her. You heard a small noise leave her mouth as the blood trickled out. “I-I…mgh. I-i-i’m sorry, [y/n].”
You looked down at her with a remorseful smile. “I forgive it all as it comes back to me.” You crouched down once more to close her dead eyes.
Choso looked at you with pure awe, but laced in his face, fear was there. The nervousness had melted off his face and been replaced with admiration.
You summoned your spiders yet again for help. This time a few portias. They’re known as the smartest of the species.
‘Unlock him and set him free. I’ll be sure to give you a snack later.’
They jumped off your palm onto the man to set him free. He squired and whined a little, obviously scared of the spiders. “Do not be afraid, Choso, they won't hurt you. They listen to me.”
The spider unlocked him; you slowly walked toward Choso to greet him before your vision went white.
You were being choked against a wall. Your airways were restricted, but who? You cleared the floor with your spiders.
You looked down to see a trail of levitating blood leading to your neck, leading to… Choso. But why was he choking you? You'd saved his life. His body began to scootch into the corner of the room, and he tightened his stronghold on you.
If you wanted to ensure your survival, you’d have to choke out a few words. “C-choso…” His eyes met yours. He didn't want to hurt you. He was probably scared you’d hurt him next. You knew that…
“I-I w-won't hurt y-you.” Your eyes were softened and gleaming. You knew what it felt like to be hurt, so did he. That's why he’d be the best companion.
You felt the grip loosening, he was listening. “I’ve been hurt, too,” you stuttered to him. His eyebrows furrowed and then dropped lower. You fell on the floor as the blood trail dropped. You tried to catch your breath, but you were just plagued with a deadly cough.
“I was hunted for my power, Choso. They hurt me.” They hate me like they hate you.” You slowly crawled over to the man, making sure to do slow movements so he could watch you carefully.
You stopped next to him, perfectly still. You could tell your presence scared him. It reminded you of a spider when it saw a human. When a human comes too close to a spider, they're prone to attacking or running away. In enclosed places it typically results in an attack. He was just a gentle spider.
Tears began to fall down his cheeks, welling in his eyes. “I-I don’t want to hurt anyone; they just hurt me.”
You moved to hug him, placing his head on your shoulder. You tsk’d and made sure his tears would subside. You placed both of your hands on his cheek and made him look into your eyes.
“There’s nothing wrong with killing people who hurt you, Choso. Evil like that needs to be eradicated from the world. Right?” You nodded your head, and shortly later he began to do the same to signify mutual understanding. You cleaned the rolling tears off his cheek and sat with him while stroking his cheek.
“What if I take you somewhere where nobody can hurt you?” he sniffed while his eyes widened. “That exists?"
You trace small patterns with your nail on his cheek, making him softly whimper. “Well, I intend to make a haven for people like you and me so that one day, we can live freely in the world. No bullying, no pain, no hatred. And I'll give you anything you want.”
He looked at you and nodded. His smile seemed bright yet genuine. “Ok, I-I’ll go with you.”
You walked up the stairs, leading Choso while holding his hand. You found out holding hands was one of his comfort responses. You opened the door of the room for Choso and led him in. He sat on the bed, getting comfortable.
You leaned down to kiss him on his forehead before letting him sleep. “Sweet dreams, Choso.” You began to walk out the door before you heard him scream, “Wait.”
When you turned around, his face was buried in his hands; the pink crept on the visible parts of his face. "What's wrong, Choso?”
He waved you off with his hand. “Nothing, nothing. Sorry, you can go.” You walked toward the bed and sat next to him.
“You can tell me anything.” He pulled his hands off his face and just fidgeted with them in his lap. Yet he still remained quiet. "Close mouths don't get fed," you said tauntingly.
All he did was whisper, “Can you stay in bed with me?” His head lowered farther down. You were baffled, but you’d be happy to oblige if it made him comfortable.
“I just don’t want to be alone…it makes me want to hurt people.” His hands flew right back to his face as he reddened again. You laughed at him to the point where you fell back on the bed. He's so pathetic it's adorable.
“You’re so silly, Choso! Of course I'll stay with you, it's not a big deal. I’ll be right back, I'm just going to change into some pajamas and bring you an extra pair.” You changed into a long black nightgown and got Choso a random shirt and pants.
You walked back into the room and left it on the bed. You exited while he changed, wanting to respect him. You heard Choso stutter, “C-come in.” He was lying comfortably on the left side of the bed. You walked over and plopped down on the right, making him stir a little, but he still faced left, away from you.
You lay down and just dozed off to sleep in silence, not knowing he was palming his cock from your body next to him.
Choso asked you to do this about every night. Even during the daytime, he’d stayed attached to you like a bug caught in the web of a female ‘Darwin's bark spider.'
The more you slept in the same bed, the closer and more comfortable he got. Sometimes he’d embrace you from the back, forming a warm, interlocked embrace.
Sometimes he’d flip himself and end up kicking your head with his feet while he drools on your foot.
Other times he’d babble in his sleep to you about his brothers. Going on and on about how much he’d loved them, and he really wants to see them again. You’d have to arrange a meeting eventually.
Other times he’d have bad nightmares, causing him to wake up screaming, you’d then have to cuddle him back to sleep for the next 40 minutes.
He made you purchase a TV for his room so you two could spend the whole night binging the entire Twilight movie series, in which he’d cry at least 10 minutes per movie. Then argue about how he thinks Jacob is better for Bella despite him liking Edward more.
Other nights you’d walk into the kitchen to find him eating cold spaghetti just to fall deep into philosophical conversation about how a total annihilation of social pressure and governing powers would make the world such a more peaceful place.
Once he taught himself how to weave spider webs in the middle of the night with his talented and intricate fingers. You caught and chastised him since he accidentally used an active web. Let's just say one spider really had a feel for biting Choso.
And your favorite, you’d complete your entire once-monthly, intensive skincare routine with Choso. You gave each other sensual massages all while the TV played Love Island.
But this time? This was different.
You were lying in the bed when you felt Choso move against your back slightly. Something was between you two, probably the remote.
Choso turned his back to you too quickly and began to whimper. “Choso… what's wrong with you?" You said groggily while rubbing your eyes.
“I’m—no, nothing. "I—I'm okay." His body squirmed on the silk sheets uncomfortably. “Choso, I know something's wrong.”
He turned back around to face you, moving his body vigorously on the sheets again. “D-down there.” He lifts the sheets and points his fingers downward toward under the sheet.
You were confused by what he meant, but you caught on after a few seconds. “It hurts, [y/n]. S'bad."
You dipped your head under the sheets. Just like a wolf spider, you honed the ability to see in the dark, but your powers were even better! You could see things in HD color, just like you could in light.
You examined Choso's pelvis, looking at the huge meaty mass. “Hmm…” you said as if you were a doctor. You swore you heard Choso gulp from above.
“Do you want me to help, Choso?” You heard him whimper out a small ‘yes’ from above.
You pulled his pants down to get a good look at his cock in his underwear. The thing was moving frantically. Expansive in size, his tip peeked out of his boxers, they weren't nearly big enough to fit him.
You slid his underwear down, making him shudder. His cock was rock solid and deep red at the top. His tip flushed and wet, spurting small traces of pre-cum onto the silk sheets.
You pull the sheets behind you to see Choso covering his face with his hands as usual. Pink all over his chest, face, and even hands. You giggled at his flustered appearance. “Sit up, Choso.”
He slowly moved up, pulling his body off the headboard, leaving space for you. You got on all 4s and crawled back toward him. You squeezed behind him, putting one of your legs on either side of his body as you sat with him between your legs. His back smooshing your tits into your body.
His cock stood up vertically, straighter than a line. You latched your hand onto his cock, rubbing your sharp nail into the tip. You scooped some pre-cum with your nail and applied it to your tongue to taste it. Sweet with a potent yet subtle salt profile. Basically, yummy. The healthy yet yummy cookbooks you follow paid off!
“D-does it taste good?” You placed a delicate kiss on his neck, your tongue running a quick swipe on a vein. "It's so good, baby.”
You laced your finger up and down his cock teasingly. His hips moved in circles, making his cock rub against your hands. Did he think I'd make him cum that easily?
“Stop, Choso." You went back to giving his tip some attention. You rubbed the tip of his cock with your thumb, smearing more precum on your finger. His tip was ribbed and bumpy, but it’d gotten considerably more red from the time you’d started.
He rutted his hips against your hand again, which made you impulsively slap his cock. The big man began to whimper in your arms. Muttering small "sorrys" over and over again.
You wrapped your arms around his torso, planting small kisses from his cheek to his sternum. “M’sorry baby, you just have to listen to me. Can you do that?”
He nuzzled his neck against your mouth. You felt his neck vibrate as he made ‘mmm’ sounds. “Good boy.” You wrap your hand around his cock, jerking him off slowly.
You used your fingers to caress the veins. Teasing him slowly. You moved your hands down to fondle his balls. Rubbing and massaging them while he squirmed against you.
“Does it feel good? Is Mommy doing a good job?” He nodded his head again, whimpering, "S'good" over and over again.
You bring your hand to your mouth and spit in it, making sure to get enough lube. You bring your hand above his cock, letting the spit fall onto the twitching mass.
“Please…” he pleads while thrusting his hips into the air, desperate for a warm envelope. “Please, what, Choso?”
You feel his hand move to grab your thigh for restraint. “Rub my dick, please, please, please. I need it so bad.”
“Well…since you said please…” You cupped your hands around his cock and slowly began to stroke. Making sure to tease him with rough tugs.
You began to quicken your speed little by little until you were going extremely fast. The wet mixture of his pre-cum and your spit was soaking his base.
Choso began to squirm uncontrollably, moving around and off the bed, taking the sheets with him.
“Stop moving," you said to him sternly. He panted ‘ok’ over and over again, but his head was so cloudy he didn’t even know why he said it.
His moans got more frequent, and his whining got louder. You swear at one point he almost fell off the bed. You summoned sticky webs to hold him still against the bed. The web was connected to the bedpost and the floor. Now he was really stuck in place.
He pulled his arms and legs, but he found himself in a sticky situation; he wouldn't move. You brought your hand to his face and clasped his chin. “I told you to stop moving, but poor you, you just can't listen, huh?”
You had a quite inhuman ability to move with extreme quickness, like most spiders when they hunt or spin a web. Of course, you hadn’t shown him that yet, though.
“Are you ready, Choso?” you asked him with malicious intent. The look of fear on his face made you even hungrier to see the way he would react. All submissive and tied, all at your disposal.
“Ready for what?”
You moved yourself to crawl in between his legs. You looked up at him with that evil face. He was terrified, his face uncertain, foot bouncing against the bed.
You lowered your face onto his cock and started slowly as usual. Sucking a little, making sure the spit coated his cock perfectly. You managed to fit him almost 3 quarters of the way down your throat. But he was just too big.
You started to speed up to a ‘typical’ speed—nothing special. He was enjoying it, moaning and groaning. Thrusting lightly into your mouth. But the lack of screaming and squirming displeased you.
You began to suck harder, almost like a pressurized vacuum. “T-t-too tight," he whimpered out, but all you did was suck harder. One leg started to move uncontrollably against the sheet. He tried to squirm away, but he couldn’t.
You began to salivate more, making everything oh so much wetter. You swirled your tongue around more, often making sure to tease his very sensitive tip.
He moaned out, “Ngh, fuck," as his toes began to curl and his other leg began to move. Both feet gripped at the sheets under you too.
Then finally, you sped up. You weren’t sure how many miles per hour, but your mouth worked at a speed unfathomable to the human eye.
He yelped out "too much" over and over to ground himself, but it just wouldn’t work.
A second later, his hot, thick, white seed blasted into your mouth. You played with it a little, letting it spill from your lips while maintaining strict eye contact.
You hopped up onto his lap, flattening his cock with your ass. You spit his cum back into his mouth, making sure to use your tongue to shove it to the back of his throat.
He groaned into the kiss, attempting to take control, but that wouldn’t happen on your watch. You grabbed his neck; your nails dug into it, hindering his airways. But all he did was further melt into your touch.
You rolled your hips on his cock, circling your hips round and round. “You taste so good, Choso. Y’know that right?” You said to him sweetly.
A smile slowly grew on his face. “Really?” You nodded and grabbed his hair tightly with your hand. "You're such a good boy for Mommy," you giggled into his ear.
Your favorite game was to see how flustered he’d get at your perverted words. His cock began to twitch so hard you thought it’d break through your panties and slip right into your pussy.
You continued to tease his cock while he grew harder. Your back arched while you slowly grinded on him with strong force. “Are you going to cum for mommy?” He nodded quickly and started grabbing at the air with his bound hands. If he were free, his hand would dart right to your hips to help you roll on him harder.
You could tell he was close because his face gets all splotchy and his eyebrows twitch. His breathless moans start to increase in silence. He speaks toward the air, but no words come out. One more grind and he’d bust. So, you hopped off his cock before he could cum.
He yelled out, and a tear slid down his cheek as you sat on his lower thigh. You laughed unrelentlessly as you watched him suffer in agony under you. He’d really been convinced you’d let him cum again without him being inside you? Silly boy.
“Please, please, please. I’ll do anything, anything at all. I’ll kill whoever, whenever. Please, I worship you like always; just let me cum. I’m sorry for being bad. I won't do anything bad ever again. I’ll listen; I promise. I'll bleed. Anything, anything at all. I love you, please.” You swore you heard your heart thump out of your chest. His words were so beautiful, so intimate, so romantic.
He was being a good boy…
You scooted up on his thigh and sat directly on his cock. You reached your arm back and inserted his throbbing cock inside of you. You made direct eye contact with him as you raised your hips and sat back down.
It was slow at first since you still were acclimating to his size. Then you started to raise higher and sit back down on his cock even rougher. The friction and stretch made you flutter. Your clit throbbed as it hit his mound every time you slapped back onto him.
You leaned down to rest your head next to his. You moaned loudly in his ear, lewd and disciple sounds making him closer to cumming. “You. Feel. So. Fucking. Good. I. Love. You.” you said one word each time you sat back down on his cock.
He whimpered in your ear like the eager boy he is. His hips began to move, clashing with your ass that landed on his thighs. He thrust his cock so hard it launched you into the air. The knot in your stomach bred familiarity.
You got harder and fast while he got louder. “Fuck! I'm cumming in you.” Choso said as his hips stood raised in the air, he was ready for your hips to plant themselves on him. You slammed your hips down on him once more, making him hit the bed.
He filled you up with loads and loads of cum. Your eyes rolled back into your head as you came with him. You lie atop him with his cock still deep in you. You looked at the man under you to see him peacefully off to sleep.
I got my inspo from Arachne & Asura in Soul Eater (best show ever, go watch it if you haven't.)
