Imagine being Clark's long-term partner, and knowing about his second life. You two make it work well.
He gets a little paranoid, about your safety. He's content to let you be, knowing he can always swoop in to save you. But one day, he's informed of a mission off-world. He has to go, but the idea of leaving himself vulnerable has him starting to spiral.
You don't like it, but you agree to stay with his friend Bruce for the time being. You don't want Clark to be distracted on his mission, and the relief on his face warmed your heart a little. Bruce isn't your cup of tea, but Clark trusts him, and you can respect that.
He's a model host while you're at the manor. You're given a very warm welcome, and he makes it his personal duty to ensure all your needs are met. You weren't expecting him to take care of your more intimate needs as well.
You hadn't been able to fight him off, and escaping the manor was equally impossible. It was all you could do to wait for Clark to swoop in and save you from the danger he left you in.
Imagine your shock, after telling him everything, Clark thanks Bruce for taking such good care of you.
(Warnings: implied kidnapping, captivity, implied punishments, yandere, non con touching, a bunch of mermaids drag you down into the ocean so they can stare at you all day WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME)
Merfolk and humans share many similarities.
Humans love animals, many often make great strides to ensure the pets they keep are healthy. You knew of many cat owners and dog owners in your time on land. A few humans also opt for taking care of more exotic creatures: reptiles, birds, insects. Though they aren't the most traditional, it's clear they love their animals just as much.
Merfolks also enjoy being pet owners. They mainly keep humans.
You stare at the mirror. The dress looks more like it's wearing you, rather than the other way around. It's frumpy, with frills and bows in every place you look. Impractical, is the only word you can describe it as. The heels weren't any better, already constricting your feet. You'd fall if you took two steps. Luckily, you didn't have anywhere to go.
If it were up to you, you would have burned the dress a long time ago. Unfortunately, your owner would not appreciate your lack of gratitude.
There's a soft tap on the glass. You'd like to ignore it, but you know better. Merfolk are prideful as they are beautiful. You remembered the last time you stubbornly ignored a visitor. Some nights, you can still feel the water in your lungs, the taste of seawater in the back of your throat.
You reluctantly rise up from the vanity mirror. The walk to the end of the room is short and yet daunting. It's not so much of a room than it is a bubble. The space is larger than a house, with a ceiling that stretches tens of feet above you. It's more of a ballroom, packed with things that resembled a home: a bed, a mirror, a desk, a bathtub.
There were no walls, nothing but crystal clear glass. Why would a pet need a silly thing such as privacy?
Scarlet red hair and a long tail greet you. He looks enthusiastic as soon as you meet his gaze, spinning and bobbing in the water.
"Eiji." You greet, hoping your voice and smile is soft and sweet-just the way he likes it.
Kirishima seems satisfied with your act. His grin deepens, showing you his sharp teeth.
"I missed you!" He says your name with a happy thrill. "Did you miss me? It's been so long since I last saw you. Is Momo treating you well?" He frowns, clawed hands scraping at the glass that divides the both of you.
His voice is slightly muffled, but you can hear him just fine. Unlike the others, Kirishima is specifically prohibited from entering your terrarium. He's too brash, too reckless, uncontrollable. Those are the traits Momo often complains about. You've seen the way he ripped apart a human ship with his bare hands, all with a smile on his face.
For once, you and your owner share the same sentiments.
"She's been well to me. Everyone has." You insist.
He brightens. "Oh! I have a gift for you." He unveils his hand.
A pretty necklace sits in his palm. It gently floats in the current.
"It's beautiful." You awe. "Is it for me? Thank you."
He nods excitedly, preening and your acceptance.
"Is Momo here? I'll give it to her." He suggests.
You give an apologetic smile. "She's out with Jirou. I'll let her know you came by." You suggest.
"That's okay!" He tells you. "In that case, why don't you let me in?"
You can feel your smile freeze on your lips.
"Oh..." you trail off, pretending to think, pretending that your heart isn't pounding in your chest. "I'm not sure if Momo would like that."
"It's okay." Kirishima tries to assuage your concerns. "She won't have to know. It'll be our little secret." He winks.
When you continue to hesitate, his smile starts to fade.
"Do you not like me?"
"What?" You backtrack. "It's not like that. I just-"
"I'm the only one not allowed to come see you and touch you." His voice drops. His tone shifts from a whine to something more akin to a growl. "I can only talk to you with this wall stuck between us!" He presses harder against the glass. You swear you heard it crack.
"I don't get it, why don't you want to let me in, why don't you want to-"
He's cut off by a hand yanking on his hair.
"You're not allowed in 'cuz you're a dumbass." Bakugou gruffs out.
Immediately, Kirishima reverts back to his original self. He whines as he holds his hair, complaining about how rough the other merfolk was. Bakugou hardly seems to care about his grievance. His red eyes focus on you.
You stare right back.
While Kirishima was built like a tank, Bakugou was built for agility. He’s far longer than Eijirou, with an orange and black tale that glimmers like gold in the sunlight. The fins on his face and hands are the same pattern. His neck is often covered in necklaces covered in gems and shark teeth. He never fails to stand out.
Much like Kirishima, Bakugou also seemed to respond well to your placating, though he isn't as expressive. He and Kirishima often visit you at the same time. You think it's intentional on Bakugou's part. He seems to like to step in and play hero when Kirishima grows too erratic. You arch your lips in a smile, trying to look relieved and happy to see him, despite the flip-flopping in your stomach. His red eyes simmer a bit.
Then, he looks down at your outfit and scoffs.
"The fuck are you wearing?" He asks.
You glance down, looking at the ridiculous amount of frills and bows.
"Momo gave it to me." You could only answer.
"Course she did." He sneers. "Always had a shit sense of fashion."
His lips curl as he surveys you a bit more. You don't like the look in his eyes.
"You need something that shows more skin." He decides on.
Kirishima floats next to him. He tilts his head as he looks at you.
“That’s a good idea.” He agrees. “Maybe something a bit more red.”
It’s odd how naked they make you feel sometimes, like you’re nothing but fillet freshly served and ready for them to eat.
That’s probably how they saw you.
Bakugou retreats slightly. They exchange glances.
“We have to go,” Kirishima says, clearly disappointed. “I’m sorry. I promise to visit you as soon as I can tomorrow.”
You wave him off as he disappears into the murky sea. Bakugou starts to follow but he hesitates.
He looks once more over your dress.
“I’ll find you something.” You don’t know if that promise is to you or himself. He’s gone with the flick of his orange tail.
You finally take your first real breath of air in minutes.
~
In the center of your terrarium, sits a large pool of water that gradually seeps up from below.
It’s where most of the merfolk like to visit you. Talking behind the glass is mostly reserved for quick visits. During their leisure, most of them like to sit at the edge of the pool, swishing their tails back and forth as you obediently sit beside them.
Though you’d never admit it, you did have your favorite share of visitors. Perhaps favorite isn’t the best term. Most tolerable. You liked Jirou, the more musically inclined of the merfolk. She’s not a big fan of touching, happy to sit at the pool and hum tunes.
Sometimes, she goes a bit overboard, gets caught up in her songs, and starts to really sing. She typically stops when your nose bleeds and your head feels like it’s about to crack open. Mermaid songs aren’t made for human ears.
Iida is another one who is on the tolerable side. You don’t like how coddling he is sometimes, but he’s pretty respectful. He isn’t too keen on touching, either. You can’t tell if it’s the genuine lack of desire, or the fear of never getting enough once he does. Sometimes, you can see his fingers twitch and his mouth clench in a way that you force yourself to ignore.
Midoriya and Ochako have no such regulations.
“Is that the dress Momo gave you?” Ochako asks when she floats up to you. Without hesitation, she reaches out and lightly tugs on a bow.
“It’s adorable!” She squealed.
Beside her, Midoriya grins. “The color suits you.” He compliments.
“Thank you.” You tell them both, allowing Midoriya to fiddle with your shoes with scarred hands.
You’re pretty sure it’s his favorite part of you. When you first became Momo’s, Midoriya could not take his eyes off of you. You often wondered if you were the first human he’d ever met. He always seemed to watch your every move, memorizing every action you did. At least, he has the decency to look bashful every time he gets caught looking up your skirt.
Ochako is a bit more obvious with her interest. Her hands often stop lingering right at your thighs, mostly because she knows she’s not allowed to go any further. You have this scary thought that if Momo was any less restrictive of you, Ochako wouldn’t ever stop exploring every nook and crevice your clothes hid away.
Eventually, you fade into the background as the two friends catch up with eachother. They talk about their lives, what they’ve been up to, small talk. It reminds you of the talks you had with your own friends all those years ago, before you were dragged down into the depths by slender hands and pretty lips.
“Did you hear about Todoroki’s newest human?” Ochako asks.
Midoriya gives her a sympathetic look. “I heard. Poor thing. He only had that one for a few weeks, too.”
From your brief glimpse into merfolk culture, it seems only a certain type of merfolk are able to obtain and keep humans. Momo is one of them, which is why so many flock to her terrarium, eager for a glimpse of you.
The other is Todoroki.
Unlike the others, you never knew how to treat Todoroki. He never seemed to respond to your placating, or your feigns of appreciation to his appearance. His face remained blank every time he approached your terrarium. He hardly ever spoke. Despite being allowed to, he’s never once entered your terrarium.
He just watches. Every move you make. Every breath you take. He catalogs it all.
He keeps humans, too. Multiple. You hear he replaces them once a month.
Ochako seems to finally catch on that you’re listening. She coos, reaching out her hands. You obediently lean down to rest your face in her cradling fingers. Her claws ever so slightly scratch your checks.
“Did I scare you?” She asks. “I’m sorry. Don’t worry, nothing like that will happen to you.”
“Of course not.” Midoriya assures. “You’re so sweet. Momo would never replace you.”
Ironically, you often wished Momo would get bored of you and replace you. Especially in the beginning. You used to hope she’d find another human and forget all about you.
Maybe it’s a good thing you continue to hold her eyes to this day– considering what getting replaced means down here in the depths.
~
You never know what time it is.
The merfolk have no such thing as clocks, and sunlight does not reach this far in this ocean. You have no idea if the sun or moon is out. The only light you have comes from the terrarium itself.
It’s scary to think that all that’s between you and the tumultuous sea is delicate glass. One tiny crack, a miniscule chink in your frail armor, and it could all come crashing down. Millions upon millions of seawater would descend on you. You wouldn’t drown. You would be destroyed. Not a trace of you would be left behind.
There’s no way to tell time here, but you know it’s the end of the day when Momo comes back.
She slowly eases her way into the pool with the grace of a ballerina. Water drips from her pretty face and hair as she peers up at you with adoration. Silently, she lifts her hand out.
You step forward, uncaring about soaking your dress as you float into her arms. Momo grabs you when your feet can no longer touch the bottom. She brings you into her chest, face pressed into your neck.
“Welcome back.” You murmur.
“Thank you, darling.” She coos, inhaling your scent.
“Did you have a good day?”
You nod. She pulls back, searching your face.
“I heard Kirishima made a scuffle a while ago.” She frowns. “Did he scare you?”
You shake your head. She doesn’t buy it.
“I’ll be stricter on him going forward.” She tells herself.
A part of you hopes this means you won’t have to see him for a while. That’s usually what she meant.
She hums as she spins you around in the water. It feels like the two of you were dancing as she holds you against her, like she’s leading the waltz.
She glances down at your dress. “Do you like the dress?” She asks.
You nod. “I love it.” You tell her. “Thank you for giving it to me.”
“I ran into Bakugou, earlier. He certainly wasn’t a fan.” She rolls her eyes. “I believe his exact words were ‘a lump of shitty bows’.”
“He mentioned he’d bring me something else.” You offhandedly mention.
“Did he?” She wonders. “What do you think of that?”
You smile. “I appreciate anything everyone gives me. Especially you.”
She likes that answer. “What do you like about the dress?” She asks.
You look down at the soaked fabric. It’s ruined now, but neither of you care. She’s planning on getting you a new one tomorrow. And the day after that. And the day after that.
“I like the color.” You tell her, trying to sound eager. “I just really love the shade. I also like the shoes. They may not be practicable but–”
You stop as soon as you hear those words. It was too late.
Momo’s eyes darken.
“You don’t like the shoes?”
“No!” You immediately backtrack. “I adore them! I–I meant they just weren’t the best for swimming, that’s all. They’re so beautiful, Momo. Every part of the dress is so beautiful.” The words rush out like vomit. Momo doesn’t seem to hear any of them.
She sets you down at the edge of the pool, pulling away. She refuses to look at you. In desperation, you try to reach her, trying to escape your fate.
“I’m sorry,” you tell her. Your voice trembles. “I–I didn’t mean it like that. I love the dress. I’m so sorry.”
Eventually, she sighs. She takes her hand in her own, pressing it to her cheek. Her skin is several degrees cooler than yours and stiff. It oddly feels like she’s dead.
“No, I’m sorry.” She tells you and she looks genuinely remorseful.
Your shoulders are about to sag in relief, when she continues.
“I haven’t trained you well.”
You try to smile. It comes out like a grimace.
“That’s not true,” you say.
She nods, continuing to lavish your body heat. “It is. You wouldn’t be so ungrateful, if I had.”
She hesitates at this next part.
“I was talking to Todoroki a while ago. He mentioned he had some experience with training humans. I think it would be a good idea if he kept you for a few days.”
Something lodges at the back of your throat. You want to scream.
“You want me to leave?” You ask instead, already on the brink of a breakdown.
She shakes her head, leaning up to give a kiss on your freezing cheek.
“I’ll never abandon you,” she tells you with unwavering eyes that almost make you want to believe her.
“But, it’s not good for either of us if you keep acting up like this. We need to deal with that somehow.”
Outburst. She considers a hint of criticism as an outburst, of you lashing out. Any hint of disobedience is shot down because pets aren’t allowed to complain.
She looks heartbroken as she looks at you. You feel her lips against hers as you remember cold eyes–one blue, the other black. Always watching. Never not watching.
“Maybe in a week." She hums. "You’ll see all that I do for you.”
You’re kidnapped from Sukuna’s estate. He does not take it well.
(Warnings: Kidnapping, murder, he’s pretty tame in this one ngl, dark, yandere, obsession)
After living with Sukuna for so long, you’ve gotten used to his invincibility. There were no guards to secure his estate for he was the protection himself. No one would dare steal from the King of Curses.
Until now, when you were plucked from his estate with barely a scuffle.
The cell they stuffed you in lacked any charm. Mold grew in the corners and the iron bars smelled of rust and rot. You could not see the sun, they must have taken you far underground. Maybe as a ploy to keep you hidden.
If your head wasn’t burning, you may have pitied them for wasting their efforts.
A tray slid through the bars. You blink at it, not taking the bait.
“Eat.” An unnamed man rasps out. You couldn’t make out his face, but you know he was part of your kidnapping.“It’s not poisoned.”
You don’t believe a word he says, but you knew the food wasn’t poisoned. Why would they go through all this trouble of locking you away to just kill you? You simply rejected the food because you were spoiled.
Living with Sukuna made you realize the finer aspects of life: Delicious food prepared by his chef, sweet wines and tender meat. You highly doubt you could confidently say you enjoyed Sukuna’s company, but you appreciated his culinary taste.
The sludge melting in the tray could hardly count as food. It was a meal fit for swine.
“So what plans do you have for me, if it isn’t the guillotine?”
He laughs, squatting down to meet your eyes.
“Did that monster fuck you dumb?” He goads. “I think you can figure it out.”
You already know. You are the sole concubine of the greatest calamity to ever consume your country. There was worth within you. These people looked to exploit that.
It was a good plan, unfortunately for them, it would backfire.
“We already sent your ransom to the King.” He spits the word out with vile and you can taste the hatred that lurks beneath his tongue.
“Hopefully he’ll make a proper payment before we send him his whore’s fingers.”
There was a history of resentment behind his eyes. A charred family, a burned village. Another crime Sukuna would never pay for. But since Sukuna wasn’t here to answer them, he directs that resentment towards you.
He burned your village too, you want to say, but your words wouldn’t matter to this man. He considers you a perpetrator since you chose to spread your legs rather than burn with the rest.
You can’t fault him for thinking that way.
You examine your hands. “It’d be a waste of fingers. He won’t answer to any ransom.”
The King of Curses cares only for himself. By now, he’s probably found another one to warm his bed. You were nothing if not replaceable.
“For your sake, you pray he does.” The man warns.
He leaves you in that cell and the door slams shut behind him. You glance at the tray he failed to take. In a few minutes, the rats would scarf it down. It hardly mattered to you.
This is where you would die. Whether you would be killed or slowly starve to death, forgotten.
Something tightens in your heart. Your eyes burn. Something’s stuck in your throat.
A part of you is happy with your tears. For years, you assumed you didn’t have any left.
It proves you’re still human.
~
You wake up to smoke.
Faint. Far away. It’s a familiar scent—one that’s plagued your nightmares for years and years.
You can hear screaming too. You can’t make out the words but you can hear the fear in their voices.
Lift yourself off the dirty cell floor. You shift forward, trying your hardest to pick up on whatever calamity was attacking your captors.
Eventually, that calamity finds you.
The door doesn’t so much as open as it does falter. The metal creaks and falls as he pushes through like it’s made of paper.
You stare at his two sets of arms, his bare chest, and those red eyes. You blink once, then twice.
It’s not a mirage.
“You came?” You can only ask.
Sukuna only glances around your cell. He eyes the floor in disgust.
“You reek.” He gruffs out, but his hands don’t hesitate as he lifts you up into his arms.
You’re pliant in his grasp, letting him bring you into his chest. Out of pure exhaustion, you rest your head on his warm shoulder. The scent of fire clings onto him.
Sukuna walks out of the cell in confident strides. You force yourself to peek out to see the destruction he caused.
Fire looms everywhere. You can see what used to be bodies, half burned on the floor. He’d come alone and yet he’d done enough damage to destroy a city.
You can’t bring yourself to look anymore and you bury your head back into his shoulder.
“Uraume will guard you from now on,” Sukuna says. “Disciplining the lowers is a pain.”
Uraume shouldn’t have to guard you at all because you are not supposed to return. Sukuna wasn’t supposed to bring you back. He was supposed to forget your existence entirely and move onto another poor soul to torture. You should be dead.
Subconsciously, your hand grips his bicep.
“Why…did you come back for me?”
For minutes he doesn’t respond. He continues his walk until you’re back outside. The sky is bright and blue, clashing with the fire that singes the trees. He must have burned down the entire forest. Whether it was out of rage or something else, you couldn’t be sure.
“I cannot allow anyone to break what’s mine,” he finally tells you. “It’s an insult.”
You close your eyes as he continues to walk back to his estate. You can hear his smile through his next words.
I just watched Lohen’s teaser and I just got the best idea for Yandere!Lohen…
Just imagine his darling is just a sweet little thing and not event remotely as violent as Lohen, not by a long shot, but the dear vice captain loves her so. Given her sweet little demeanor of course other knight try their hand in winning her heart, like the knight on patrol where she goes out to read every day. The two will chat and give each other small gifts, and it just makes Lohen’s blood boil.
So the next time she goes out to her special spot in the woods with her books and her sweet that she packed to enjoy, for some reason after a few little bites she cannot help but feel just so exhausted and pass out right then and there before her suitor can arrive on his patrol route.
“There you are, sleepyhead… just waking up.”
By the time she comes to, she is laying down on her bed back home. Apparently dear Vice Captain Lohen found her passed out on his way to the city from the port and brought her back to safety, who knows what would happened if a bandit or a monster found her first, she was so lucky he was there!
Though after that day the knight who used to visit her mysteriously disappeared, now isn’t that odd? Of course Lohen did not drug her so that she would not hear the knight’s screams as Lohen drove his knife into his flesh over and over again while the vice captain laughed or saw the blood dripping on Lohen as he carried his darling princess to safety. Of course not.
not thinking about how rough the texture of bruce’s batsuit is, especially on his thighs…definitely not thinking about how lovely the textured pads of his gloved fingers must feel in between your legs
absolutely not thinking about yan bruce who grapples to the top of your apartment building after he saves you and you ask him how you can ever repay him…he says he has something in mind, you assume he wants a quickie or a blowjob but who are you to refuse him now. you try to get on your knees, but he says watching you squirt on his glove is more than enough for him
i’m still stuck on the idea of yan bruce or clark walking in on you willingly giving affection with the other…specifically when they’re leaving for their day jobs in the morning and clark is just begging for a goodbye kiss while he waits for bruce to come down so they can leave together. he knows you’re still shy, but one little kiss won’t hurt, right? he’s caged you in against the wall and is leaning down towards your face, whispering how quick it would be and how happy it would make him.
you get on your tip toes to give him a small peck on the lips once you hear bruce making his way downstairs. clark holds you in place and puts his knee in between your legs when you try to scamper off. he wants a real kiss, he says, not a peck. he kisses you again, slow and deep as he holds you by your waist on his knee. you whine softly and push against his chest as he hums against your lips.
bruce clears his throat and quirks a brow at your flushed, embarrassed expression. he’d been watching for a minute. clark just smiled and kisses your forehead before releasing you. you try to rush past them, horrified at being caught before bruce places his foot in front of you. you look up at him nervously and he just gives you a smirk, gently tapping his lips twice with his index finger.
“you’re going to be late, bruce,” you whisper, shifting in your spot.
“can’t leave without my lip service first,” he replied, crinkling his eyes.
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