A small exhale is announced by the misty puff dancing through the crisp air, it then fades to reveal a gorgeous sight in the distance. Amongst the lush green mountains and gentle navy ripples, a castle stood proudly. Glowing behind a light veil of mist, it seems to draw all travelers in. You approach the towering building with steps accompanied by the light snapping of leaves, the silvery gates open as if they knew you would come.
Ah you might've notice, time goes different here. It can be whenever you want and how long you want it to stay for. Now, I'm sure you'd rather do something then just stand around here. Estoria is all yours to explore.
How about the garden?
Come smell the sweet scents of the flowers and lose yourself in the vibrant maze. It never seems to end, every turn leads you deeper into the floral dimension and to new discoveries. Have you found the lotus pond yet? What about the sunflower field? Or do you prefer to gaze at the cherry blossom trees?
And maybe if you're there for long enough, the bud within your heart will also blossom.
How about the lake?
If you're feeling a little down, you might prefer the lake. Surrounded by a tranquil silence, a willow tree forever weeps its tears of leaves and petals into the crystal clearness. Some say the willow was once human like you and I, but tragedy struck and the poor soul disappeared into the lake. Not long after, this tree began to grow.
Maybe they came back, here to comfort those who are in pain.
How about the resting chambers?
The chambers are a place of privacy, where relaxation and excitement can merge into one. Don't shy and let your body just melt into the sheets. Let the silk fabrics glide across your skin, soaking up the glistening layer. Rest your head against the pillow and allow the heat to build up.
Pss, check the nightstand draws.
How about the dungeon?
Oh my, you're quite the brave one. Are you sure you'd like to explore the darkness below? Those who roam down there are...they're different. They have a different look in their eye, a weird glint, and a smile that always feels so unnerving. And if you catch their attention, you will be doomed.
I can't stop you if you wish to go but please stay safe
How about the cemetery?
Our graves are a little different you will soon see. Adorned in only the most precious gems, they lie in neat rows and cherish carefully. After all, here lies the foundations of Estoria. Kings, queens, triumphant monarchs of their time. But they were only human after all.
They bathed in golden glory and drowned in misery, leaving behind a tale of caution.
How about the wishing well?
Does nothing satisfy you? Then you should head down to the wishing well, here, take a coin with you. What should you ask for? Whatever you want. Maybe you want to build zoo here, that would be cool. Or maybe you want your own story to come true?
Gracefully ask and if you are lucky, Estoria will graciously grant.
After doomscrolling too much on Reddit and reading too many horrible family dynamics, I've come to the conclusion.
You marry a good man, or you marry a good family.
And this is what I imagine JJK families would be like.
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Gojo Satoru:
I have no doubt that Mr Gojo here, would be the best husband. And I just know that his wife would fail to meet every requirement to become the Madam of the Gojo clan. You're normal in every way, and Satoru is obsessed with that.
Some will say to your face that your kimono seems too big, your hairpin too loose, your shoes too small. Satoru's anger bursts like a volcano when he hears this, all of this was nothing more than subtle digs to say, 'You don't belong in this household.' But you? You look down at yourself and smile innocently, "Oh I think they're just fine!". And everyone watches in shock as you walk off casually. Satoru merely chuckles, clearly your Limitless technique is superior to his.
And he sees the way you interact with the servants-I mean attendants. Yes, you've scolded him about calling them servants. "They're our retainers, Satoru! And her name is Fuyuki!", you growl as you force him to bow before the young girl. You never demand them for something, in fact, you go out of your way not to ask anything of them. And when you have to, it's always a sheepish question followed by an apology. 'But you're fine with kicking me out of bed to grab you a glass of water', he thinks bitterly.
And he loves the way you express yourself. In a household where everyone wears a mask, it's nice to see a smile, to hear a laugh, to wipe away a tear, to soothe your fury. When the elders call you 'childish' and 'emotional', Satoru makes sure to show what those words really mean. He literally flops down onto the tatami floor and wails about the ugly old men he has to see every day. When someone gets on his nerves, he'll trash the place and ban the person from his residence. Now that's what you call 'immature'.
So at night, when you two are able to finally rest, Satoru will turn to you with a smile.
And he'll say, "Thank you for marrying me. I promise to be your white knight, your keyboard warrior-". And he'll cackle as you attack him for ruining the sweet moment.
Nanami Kento:
Official job: Sorcerer, side hustle: defender of woman-kind. Especially, his woman. As can be expected, Kento's family is just like him. Reserved, aloof, 'uptight' as Satoru likes to say. And for someone like you, who wears your heart on your sleeve, it's a little intimidating and nerve-racking.
Since Kento is the only sorcerer in a non-sorcerer family, his family knows very little about his life. So when he brings you to meet them, they rationalise that you must be the reason why he's so secretive. They probe you with a million questions, what do you do for work, how did the two of you meet, what is your family like, what are your plans for the future. And when you return vague answers, they hum and murmur to each other, "It seems Kento learnt from her. I wonder what other terrible habits she teaches him?".
Your face falls, and you try to give an apologetic smile. His eye twitches. He knows they're just worried for him, and he understands their frustration, but it's not fair to blame everything on you. So Kento holds your hand and announces to everyone, "I don't like the way you're treating her. What happens between us has nothing to do with her. We're here today, because she encouraged me to go. I wouldn't have come here, if not for her."
After setting the record straight, Kento escorts you out of the house. You glance back at the fuming family and wonder if he should really be doing this. Opening the door for you, the blonde man smiles softly, "It's another habit you've taught me. To not take any shit from anyone."
With a grateful smile, you cup his cheeks and kiss him passionately. Thank god for this man.
Geto Suguru:
To anyone else, Suguru is the perfect man. Kind, sweet, gentle, calm, responsible, he seems like the perfect specimen. But I think his family can see pass that. They see the glint in his eye, they notice the way his smile changes subtly, they can hear the tone shift in his voice. Suguru's family sees the flaws that everyone else shrugs off. Meaning they'll never take his side so easily.
When you show up at his parents' house, upset and teary-eyed, they welcome you in. His mother helps you to the couch and speaks to you like you're a wounded animal. His father gives you some space by busying himself with tea in the kitchen. And you thank them for being so kind to a stranger. They reassure you that you are no stranger, that you became their daughter the moment you married Suguru.
When the home phone rings, your father-in-law picks up with a gruff voice. You smile as he immediately asks his son what he did this time, and Suguru grumbles how his own parents never takes their son's side. The old man scoff, "Don't take me for a fool, boy. If you treat your wife like how you treat us, then your marriage is bound to over soon!".
He continues his rambling, "I've never seen a boy lecture his own family as much as you! And I see the way you look at us when you think we're wrong! Tch, looking down on us like we're some monkeys! Guess what, you came from this monkey, you rascal!".
You and your mother-in-law giggle as Suguru gets a taste of his own medicine. When he shows up, a few hours later, Suguru holds your hand and whispers, "I'm sorry, I promise to treat you better. And if I don't, you can punch me as much as you want."
As they watch the two of you leave, Suguru's father clicks his tongue, "If only he would give me the same promise."
Fushiguro Toji:
There's one thing you need to know, Toji's children will never take his side. Even when he's right. They'd rather manipulate physics than accept that their father is right. Fortunately, they don't have to. Why? Because Toji is always wrong. That's why when you and Toji fight, Tsumiki and Megumi are so prepared to go and live with you.
"Oi, you two! Get in the car!", the two of them stand there and Tsumiki cross her arms, "What car?". Toji is about to snap when Megumi points at you, "That's her car, idiot. You take the train." Then the two of them stroll up to your apartment, where warm beds and home cooked meals are waiting for them. You stand there, speechless, before bursting into laughter. Toji sits on the ground, grumbling about his traitorous kids.
Your anger flies away with the laughter and you crouch down next to Toji, "Are you ready to talk like adults?". He's silent for a moment, before the man nods. With that, you grab his hand and lead him back home. Tsumiki and Megumi watch from the window, and high-five each other.
Another thing you need to know, the two of them are deathly terrified of you leaving. And if you don't follow your schedule to the exact second, they're pacing around and glaring at Toji. "You goddamn brats, she's just caught up in traffic!", he snaps and Tsumiki repeats him mockingly. When Megumi returns from home and sees you're not there, the boy drops his bag and sigh, "So she's finally decided to leave."
Ten minutes later, you open the door and sing, "I'm home~!", only to find Toji wrestling his kids. "DROP THEM NOW!"
Ryomen Sukuna: (smut)
If there is a single person who would take Sukuna's side, they are on the wrong side of history. For the King of Curses, the closest thing to family he has would be the numerous women of his harem. And they're well aware of what kind of person Sukuna is. Narcissistic, violent, rude, and huge pain in the ass. That's why when you fight with Sukuna, your first stop is the harem.
The women there, are like your best friends and older sisters. They coo and let you hide in their soft embrace. "Come here, sweetheart", "Tell us what happened", "Let us take care of you." They badmouth Sukuna to no end. "What an awful bastard", "I bet he died a virgin", "Even a man wouldn't bed that thing." Their gentle hands wipe your tears away. "Cease those tears, darling", "Why cry over that fool?", "I hear his new attendant is a charmer, why not check him out?".
As if Sukuna, or the harem, would let you stray away to another. For days, the King of Curses leaves you to heal with the harem. He eats alone, bathes alone, sleep alone, while you lock yourself away. And after a week, Sukuna has had enough. Servants stop and bow in fear as he passes, approaching the harem chamber, whilst thinking about what to say to coax you back home.
But Sukuna stops before the red doors, he hears the distant noises inside. Seductive voice cooing and giggling, your soft cries, and something that makes him see red. The door bursts open and all is revealed to him. His harem merely smirks as they crowd around your body, bare and glistening with sweat.
"O-Oh I'm cumming!", you squeal and thrash around. The women gasp excitedly as your juices splash everywhere, and they slither around you like greedy snakes. "Oh Uraume, you have to make her squirt again~!"
White hair lifts from in between your head, and his most trusted servant turns around. Their face is dripping with your juices. "As you wish."
Hi Lovelies, long time no see~! I hope you guys enjoyed this!
I was listening to 'Smosh Reads Reddit Stories' and the amount of terrible in-laws and husbands were absolutely shocking. I came to the conclusion that, marry a good man or marry a good family. And this idea was born.
Have you ever loved so much it became a sickness? An illness so deadly and fatal, one would do anything to be rid of it. It is similar to a tumour, cancerous, it eats away at all reason and logic...leaving behind only desperation, gluttony, and cruelty. Those who love until they become sick bring misfortune, pain, and misery onto others. They are desperate to plant their sickly roots onto you, they are greedy to be your joy and anguish, and their cruelty leads to the crumbling of your systems.
You ask now, what to do when you come across these sick beings? Shall I tell you...how to survive a yandere?
These beings decided to throw away their logic, in favour of pleasure, and they'll do anything to make you throw yours away. And it's so difficult to resist them, when they just know exactly what to do and say. A soft touch after a bad day, soothing words when you cry, knowing eyes that make your thighs tense, how is it that they know you so well?
You don't even know how it started. This monster somehow creeped into your life, introducing itself as a friend and companion. It was shameful, the way you had trusted it and allowed the thing into your world. Only for it to unveil its ghastly thoughts and desires. A stolen pair of lacy panties, your 'enemy' ending up in the hospital, a hidden camera found inside your room. And when you confronted it, you were horrified at the way it returned a sheepish smile. It tries to coax you into become just like it, obsessive, violent...delusional. Everyone was dangerous, it was the two of you against the world. What a bastard.
At first, you do everything to keep them away. You consistently change your routes for home so that you don't have to deal with the insane nonsense. You buy a new phone and safe-keep the number like your life depended on it, in a way it kind of did. And when it got too close to you, you lash out like a feral animal. Snarling, clawing, fighting. But all of this only reminded your monster of a caged beast, that will soon be domesticated.
When it finally disappeared, you feel as if a tonne had been lifted off your shoulders. You could finally return to normal life, live like a normal person, and not have to deal with its insanity. Only to find out that, you hadn't been freed. It still lingered around the edges of your life by snuggling into the hearts of your friends and family, creating an image of the 'perfect' partner. And one of them falls for it.
Unfortunately, you don't even get the chance to warn anyone. Because the monster had made you...into the monster? Without even letting out a breath, you had become a stalker, a manipulator, a back-stabber, a criminal. In a blink of an eye, you had become the eye of a slanderous cyclone. Suddenly, you were standing in the aftermaths of the cyclone. Broken homes, uprooted trees, contaminated waterways, a barren land. Why?
A footstep made you look up to see an innocent smile, as if it wasn't the cause of this destruction. But it knows, and it was so happy that you had lost everything. Because now, your only choice was to accept it. The monster cups your cheeks and lays sweet kisses, trailing down to your neck and sucks on your pulse. Let it in, it whispers against your skin, you don't have anything left.
You're being dragged down, as hands carefully slide your clothes off. Eyes scan your every movement, there's a knowing look. A look that tells you to give in. Short and harsh breaths escape you as the filth clings to your skin, but it feels so good. Rough hands grip your breasts and a hot tongue laps at your pearl of nerves. No one can give you what you truly desire, no one can understand you, but it.
Weakened hands desperately cling to your doorknob, you can't let it in. But why not, it hisses against your sensitive ear. Don't you see how well you two fit together, just like the perfect puzzle? Of course you do, if your shaking legs have anything to say about it. Come on, just accept yourself. With a cry, your juices gush to the ground, rehydrating the parched soil.
A bud grows in your rejuvenated land, beautiful and so poisonous. The monster is gleeful at the white flag you raise, watching it burn into a deep red. Now you realise why this monster kept chasing after you. Love is an illness, one that wants to spread itself and infect everyone. And you just turn out to be the perfect specimen for this fatal disease.
Giggles fill the air as you spread into the restored soil, the particles sticking to your skin. It's dirty and disgusting, but you were broken to enjoy it. Your monster hovers over you, before moulding your bodies together. As it had coaxed you many times, you lean back and allow it to do the work. All you had to do was relish in its love and take everything it had to give.
Fingernails, sharpening into claws, rake down the ripples of its back. It shivers and leans into your touch. Just like you, the monster feels like its thirst has finally been quenched. Until your fingers wrap around it neck, needles digging into its skin while you flip it onto its back. Eyes widen as you grind and laugh, threatening to pierce the skin.
You see, disease is disease. But it can have many variants. And you turn out to be a different kind.
Hi Lovelies, I hope you enjoy the third edition of 'How to Save a Yandere'! Fortunately, you survive...but do you really?
Of course, I had to do a little payback because I hate when assholes get away with their bullshit. So yeah, fuck em up. As always, comment on which characters you see suiting this role and I will be back with the final edition!
Also side note: you couldn't imagine the amount of time it took me to find the first GIF. Why is it so difficult to find sensual GIFs from Tumblr's collection that aren't just straight up porn? I'm satisfied with the chosen one but that'll have to do
Have you ever loved so much it became a sickness? An illness so deadly and fatal, one would do anything to be rid of it. It is similar to a tumour, cancerous, it eats away at all reason and logic...leaving behind only desperation, gluttony, and cruelty. Those who love until they become sick bring misfortune, pain, and misery onto others. They are desperate to plant their sickly roots onto you, they are greedy to be your joy and anguish, and their cruelty leads to the crumbling of your systems.
You ask now, what to do when you come across these sick beings? Shall I tell you...how to survive a yandere?
These beings have lost all sense of logic, and left behind is merely a distorted version of devotion. Where that devotion comes from, you'd never know or understand. It can be as simple as glancing their way, as lending them a band-aid, as remembering something about them, either way you become their twisted religion.
And they revere everything about you. From your chiming laughter, to the way your nose scrunches happily, to the twinkle in your eyes, and your quizzical head tilting. You shine brighter than the solar centre of this system, and they find it outrageous that this universe doesn't belong to you.
But how did this dedication turn mad? You'll find with these types of infected...their cling onto people derives from their loneliness. Loneliness. They say hell is a lonely abyss of eternal suffering, and they'll do anything to climb up to heaven.
Your existence transforms into their holiness and sanctity, as if you will spill gold and blinding light if cut open. Your eyes are the windows and stairway to heaven, your devotee finds themselves lost within them imagining the haven you hold inside. Your words resonate through space, containing your millions of stars, and reach their ears as gospel that they are to set in stone.
They'll do anything you say, anything you think, all to please their god. They will spread your message and holy command, your verses are absolute and none is to defy them. They will even charge into battle for your honour, conquer those ignorant minds, and build your temple where you can descend and bless their victory. All to keep you and that smile of yours.
And your devotee only begs in return, your grace and salvation. To quench their thirst, to cleanse their eyes, purify their body and soul.
....
You know you shouldn't do this, but you allow the sheer robe to slither down your body and flutter to the ground. Wide and desperate eyes gaze upon you as if you were sculpted by Michelangelo. There's a tremble, as if they're barely holding themselves back from defiling the saint.
You know you shouldn't do this, but you sit down on the velvet armchair and allow them to approach you. Roughened hands, shaped to complete your bidding, reach out and graze your feet to your thighs. The poor believer pants as he kneels before you, gripping and smothering his face into your soft flesh.
You know you shouldn't do this, but you allow him to please you. Their scalp aches with your pulling, their back stings as your nails rake down, their mind melts blankly as they are blessed. This is a dangerous being, who has hurt a multitude of people around you with their dark obsession, and you should convince them to seek help.
But a sick part of you loves how much they love you.
You only wonder, what happens when they realise you're only human.
Hi Lovelies, I hope you enjoy the next edition of 'How to Survive a Yandere'!
Congratulations on your very high chance of survival, though you must never get too comfortable. Please comment which characters (any fandom is welcome) that you see would suit the type.
Warning: abusive actions (restricting freedom), for the Dungeon Collection
Have you ever loved so much it became a sickness? An illness so deadly and fatal, one would do anything to be rid of it. It is similar to a tumour, cancerous, it eats away at all reason and logic...leaving behind only desperation, gluttony, and cruelty. Those who love until they become sick bring misfortune, pain, and misery onto others. They are desperate to plant their sickly roots onto you, they are greedy to be your joy and anguish, and their cruelty leads to the crumbling of your systems.
You ask now, what to do when you come across these sick beings? Shall I tell you...how to survive a yandere?
These beings have lost all logic. You cannot reason with logic, and therefore, you must reason with their desire to take over your functions. After all, these beings want your brain, heart, soul, every organ necessary to survive must be theirs to have, to love, and to control.
But sickly love is not born with, it is a creation of purity that get stained and contaminated over time. And if you come across the right circumstances, you might be able to reason with whatever remaining purity they might have.
There must be a reason why this love began, and a reason why this love turned foul. Fear. Make them feel protected, safe, treasured, even revered if you must.
"You are the one I love the most"
"I only want you"
"No one can ever come between us, I won't let them"
"I'll always be here, be there, be wherever you are"
"You have all of me in your hands"
If you do it well enough, their sickness can be contained. They'll loosen the shackle like grip on your organs and let you breathe on your own for some short time. Life and vitality returns to you as blood runs through your veins on their own, the cage around your heart opening to let it beat to the fullest, your system is allowed to function at its fullest.
Because they trust you, so they treat you with care. After all, it is love that they have for you. You become porcelain in their calloused hands, something to cherish and polish for the eternity to come. Eyes are so sharp relax and pupils widen as your pliable figure reflects in them. And their love is so passionate, so devoted, it does make your heart flutter. Every part of you is so precious to them, even the virus that renders you weak and whiny. Their dry and cracked lips run over yours to swallow up any noise, hot tongue leaving streaks over your cheek as it licks up escaping teardrops, bare figure curl over yours and press you into the mattress like a weighted blanket as they transfer their heat.
Do be aware though...that you will always be suffocated. Your eyes are only allowed to open when they allow you to, see the vibrant and free colours that remain far away from your shackled world. Your voice is only for certain entities to hear, it comes out hoarse and scratchy or honey sweet upon their decision. Your body is to be numb unless told, forget all touch and sensation until you are told to remember. Yours senses are theirs, and you'll do well if you understand that quickly. Push and pull, convince and beg, cry and sulk, all within limitations.
Hi Lovelies~ Welcome to my first edition of 'How to Survive a Yandere' with a good chance of survival, somewhat freedom, and remaining sanity! I've been thinking about this series for a long time now and finally have the urge to write it, so stay tuned for more! I'd love for you guys to tag which characters could be considered a strict but soft yandere! All fandoms are welcome!
Warning: alienation from peers, implied bullying, insecurity, barely angst
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Ever since you were young, you knew that you had never fit in with the crowd. Quiet, boring, awkward, sensitive, stupid...there was just no place for you anywhere. You tried...to change yourself inside and outside, but they were only pathetic attempts. And over time, you started to accept the loneliness. Seating yourself in the back corner, eating lunch at the back of a building, only talking to people when it was necessary, your mundane childhood flashed by and nostalgia was always accompanied by melancholy.
You expected university to be the same, because no matter what you do...somehow they always smelt the pungent desperation to not be alone. And maybe you doomed yourself for failure by avoiding everyone, by shrinking away into a faceless figure. But you couldn't help it, the fear oozing out of your open scars was so sticky and staining. Until he appeared, fluffy pink and all of his sunshine smiles, asking you to join him for a group project. Eyes wide and speechless, it felt like time stopped as your heart almost jumped out of your chest.
"S-Sure", you whispered and he beamed, "Great! Come and sit with us, I'll help you grab your stuff!"
Before you knew it, you were sitting across from a girl with short brown hair and a boy with messy black hair. Kugisaki Nobara and Fushiguro Megumi. Your recruit sat next to you with a bright smile and introduced you to the group, you almost gasped when he said your name. There were people who knew your name?
The rest of the tutorial was...new for you. From sitting alone, or remaining silent whilst friends whisper and snicker with each other, you were talking and being heard. They didn't make fun of your soft voice, your stutter, your quietness. You felt stupid for how overwhelmed you were, and you had to remind yourself...don't be weird.
Suddenly, your life had changed. Itadori Yuji, was the name of the person who had transformed everything. You now had contacts on your phone that wasn't just family, a lively groupchat that was supposed to be work related but it turned into Yuji and Nobara spamming TikToks and memes. Once upon a time, a smile felt uncomfortable and ugly on your face. But now...you felt sore from the permanent smile on your face.
And Yuji will never know how much he influenced and mended your confidence and life. Because of him, you were able to open your mouth and greet a few people in your other classes, albeit very stiff and awkwardly. You walked yourself to the clubs building and joined a few, jumping like a spooked bunny at the loud and hearty welcome. Your circle started expanding, your heart began to open, your confidence grew and grew until it was as tall as Hyperion, you were living the life you used to dream about.
Everything hit you one night, when you returned from your first party. It was everything you expected, everything you wanted, and so much more. Running around a dorm, girls screaming and cackling, while you wrestle into dresses and heels. Dancing in this 'Gojo' guy's expensive dorm and drinking your first shot. Unfortunately, you were out quite early. Yuji took it upon himself to help you back to your dorm, everyone cooing as he carried you out like a princess. Still floating and dreamy from the light alcohol, you sang like a broken record as your surroundings swirled into the 'Starry Night'. Then your eyes landed on the pink haired boy who reassured you that he's taking you back home.
In that moment, tears starting streaming down your face. Yuji began panicking, had you drank too much and now felt sick? Before he could pull out his phone, you nuzzled into his neck and croaked out a 'thank you', smearing glitter and rosy lipstick all over his skin. Gosh, you were so pathetic. This must be so embarrassing to Yuji, being forced to stand in the middle of a dimly lit pathway as he shoulders the autumn breeze and your stupid tears.
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!", you instantly sobered up and thrashed to jump out of his arms.
"Hey hey", Yuji stopped you and whispered, "Can you look at me?"
Your glassy eyes slowly met his and his honeyed grin made your heart flutter like a humming bird's wings, "I didn't do anything...it was all your hard work and effort. You should thank yourself for being so brave."
His words made you let out a breathy laugh because clearly Yuji will never know or understand it was him who saved you. And taking advantage of the autumn breeze, you curl into his chest. Your cheeks also heat up when his large hand grips your thigh firmly and an amused chuckle reaches your ears.
Hi Lovelies, long time no see~!
I really hope you enjoy this sweet little piece.
I actually wanted to make this a little more sad, but that goddamn smile just makes me melt into syrup. Anyway, I shall be back another time and I hope to see you there (ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³
Warning: for the Dungeon and Resting Chambers, minor violence, implied noncon by Curse Sukuna, cuckholding from Human Sukuna, not proofread
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Green flag Sukuna (pride) vs Red flag Sukuna (ego)
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Sukuna is pride and pride is Sukuna. He knows his worth is this world, in this society. A tall, handsome, snarky, intelligent, man with an Adonis body...he could have the whole world in his palm if he wanted. He passes through the streets with a confident stride, head held high and a resting smirk at all times. Sukuna is prideful.
But Sukuna is not egotistical. He has respect for the world around him...no matter how little he shows it. In the grand scheme of things, Sukuna is one person in billions, a dot in the universe, a close to non-existent stain in the trillions of years to come. How important could he become, compared to anyone else. How important can another person be in comparison to anyone else. Just like everything else in this world, Sukuna can be replaced and so will anyone else. So while Sukuna is prideful, he knows his place and knows that everyone...is equal.
That's why when Sukuna gets possessed by his 'asshole' version, he starts his villain origin story.
....
It all began when Sukuna was walking home from work.
He groans at the tightness in his neck and back. The tattoo parlour has been bustling these days since he hired Uraume as a social media marketer. Actually, Uraume pestered him for ages, saying that they could double the clientele if he gave them a chance. Usually, he'd slam the door on them...but Sukuna thinks again after the second week. Their accounts go viral because who doesn't like a bunch of hot men marking their bodies. Gojo and Toji are fan favourites and they soak up all the attention, Nanami's had to warn them to stay professional before the parlour loses two of its best artistes.
The only redeeming part of this is the extra cash he's been able to save for your upcoming anniversary. It's also the main reason why he gave Uraume a chance. Entering the train carriage, he starts scrolling through some options. His boot begins a small tap as Sukuna sends you a snap of him on the empty carriage. A grin slowly grows on his face when he receives a naughty shower pic.
Sukuna raises his phone to the window on the other side of the carriage, planning to snap his reflection. That is until he sees what was sitting next to him on the train. He immediately lunges as far away as possible, but it's only him on the train. Tensing up, Sukuna glances towards the windows where a figure approaches him from the other end of the carriage. Not just a figure, but himself...a devilish version wearing traditional clothing. He hopes its a dream, his brain and eyes messing with him, but Sukuna isn't going to take a chance on that.
He runs through the carriage, not even turning around because that's how idiots get killed. When Sukuna gets to the last carriage, he finally turns around and pants. In the reflection, that thing has the cruellest smirk as it stops at the entrance. His fists tremble as the man ransack his brain for an idea.
"Now stopping at Shibuya Station", wide eyes turn to the opening doors right there and Sukuna prays he'll make it home as he attempts his escape.
....
You've ordered takeaway for dinner, prepared Sukuna's favourite romcom (that he insists he hates but you know better), showered, shaved, moisturised, wrestled yourself into that sexy pink lingerie, and now wait for him. And wait. And wait.
Now you've grown worried since he's not picking up his phone, what if something happened on his way home? After debating with yourself on what to do, you decide to go and look for him. Just as you're about to change and call Yuiji to help, the door finally opens. You can't even sigh in relief since he's stumbling through the door and sprawling on the floor.
"Sukuna!", you fall to the floor and cup his bruised face with some drops of dried blood along the temple, "Fuck, give me a second!"
Just as when you're about to call an ambulance, a harsh force shoves you to the floor and the phone slides away. Trembling pupils stare up at the glowing red eyes as Sukuna-no...whatever it was hovers over you.
Whatever has taken over his body lets out a deep rumble, "So this is your whore...", and you let out a shaking breath as familiar fingers pulls down the neckline to reveal the lacy bra.
Your mind is in shambles, its Sukuna but its also not him. You don't know what to do, you can't hurt Sukuna but this monster is about to hurt you.
Tears sting your eyes, "Ahh, look at these precious crystals", the intruder leans down and lick a long line from your cheek to the corner of your eye, "How delicious." Sukuna, Sukuna, you beg for and jolt as once protective hands grope your body in such a foul and painful way.
....
From the dark red and watery dungeon, Sukuna roars and curses until his vocal cords physically refuse to operate. He can hear what happens outside, hear your fearful cries for him. The pink haired man punches the spongy walls around him and stomps on the watery floor in hopes of stopping the thing that had possessed his body.
And worst of all was how that monster's emotions begins to take over him as well. He feels the glee it feels from torturing the two of you, the joy of having the two of you underneath it...dominating you completely until you grow submissive and realise how weak you both were.
'Poor pathetic soul', the sneer echoes around him. Sukuna lets out a growl as he understands what this was, a battle of pride and ego. And when it comes to you, he'll never lose. He balls his hand into a fist and punches himself in the face.
....
You fall into a fit of wet coughs as Sukuna's length is ripped from the depths of your burning throat.
Confused, you turn to his fallen state, "S-Sukuna?", the man replies hoarsely, "G-Go! Get out of here!"
He writhes, eyes switching from their normal hue to the glowing redness. 'So you're stronger than I expected...good', his vision was turning blurry again and Sukuna thinks he's finally felt pure fear. Go, he begs you to as his fingers claws deep marks to maintain clarity. 'Give into me, fool! Let me show true power and strength! Watch as I ruin your whore! Break her into pieces while you watch like a puny bastard!'
"Sukuna...", the pink haired man turns to you with desperation and you sniffle kneeling down and nuzzle into the crook of his neck, "Don't go, don't leave me."
When you lift your head, Sukuna meets your teary doe eyes and feels silence within his body. His hand cups your wet cheek as the strongest form of pride blooms from his heart. He means something, he represents something so important in your life that you'll cry and beg for him. And Sukuna wonders, 'Have you ever had such a person in your life?', only to be ignored.
Who's the pathetic one now?
....
The two of you have bigger problems, this should not be happening right now, but it is.
Sukuna moans into your lips when your soft hands wrap around his throbbing dick, but they're redirected to his shoulders. Let me do the work tonight, he whispers in between kisses, 'I need to teach this bitch a lesson'. He feels the hot rumble in his belly and nibbles on your nipple with a smirk, 'What a sensitive little bitch. You wanna ruin my girl? I bet you can't even find the clit.' With that, the pink haired man slowly slides his way down your body. Your fucking perfect body that the motherfucker dared to manhandle, he smothers himself with your plush skin.
You, who were told to lie back and enjoy, squirm against his excessive adoration. His chapped lips scrape against your hips, hot tongue peaking out to leave your skin glistening. His actions were so loving, so gentle, so...embarrassing. And Sukuna didn't really seem to care about your reactions, he seemed to be occupied in a trance. That didn't bode well for you because in his mission to punish the bastard, your pleasure became collateral damage.
"Ah-ah-ahgnh! K-NA!", you whine as the third orgasm leaves boneless and dazed.
'Hear that? You could never achieve that', he sneers while drinking your juices up. That egotistical psychopath could never have anyone crying his name in so much pleasure, because he in his high chair would never come down to service his partner. The idiot in his mission to become better than everyone else can never attain the most thrilling feeling of giving.
The pink haired man hovers over your exhausted body and nestles his drooling tip against your fluttering hole. Your hips, subconsciously, begin to grind against it and slowly push the blushing head in. A shiver runs through his spine as Sukuna slides the rest of himself in, your walls twitch around him mercilessly. Wetness clings to his pelvis as his thick length knocks against your womb. He transfers between harsh snaps and deep grinds, letting out deep groans as he edges himself again and again. 'You don't get to enjoy this, fucking bastard!', he doesn't orgasm, he refuses to.
But what he does do is keep his eyes on you at all times, 'Look at her, do you see her? So perfect and beautiful, glowing in bliss. You, ruin someone? You don't know how to do that. You could never use your hands for good, whose final goal is to become better than everyone else, will bring joy. Without the most powerful emotion for humanity, how better can you really be?'. The monster thrashes against its shackles, but pride preserves as ego crumbles in the face of Sukuna's passion.
The night is long and it allows for Sukuna to truly cement his victory. He folds you in various ways and mutters to the beast caged inside him, shattering the legs of its throne and cumming all over its face. The pink haired man pounds you before a mirror and laughs at the imprisoned fool. He lifts you up, back against his chest, and approaches the knelt figure to douse its head with your squirting.
And finally, when Sukuna feels the heat within him vanishes, he allows himself to fill you up to the brim. The overwhelming pleasure makes him fall back to the bed and rut up like a mad dog. Blinding flashes past his vision and he's not sure whether it's his brain or the sun has risen.
Sukuna is brought back to reality when your trembling hand caresses his cheek, he turns to see your drowsy smile and draws you to his chest. You've won, everything will be okay now.
Completely unaware that the demon returned to his world rewired...and now forever seeking the two of you out in another universe.
Hello hello, I've returned with...whatever this is. So this was meant to pride vs ego, but it somehow diverged into something a little darker than I envisioned. However! The essence of my plot remains so I think this is good enough!
Let it be known that this was meant to be posted in May but Tumblr crashed on me and deleted everything. And let it be known that the original version was the hottest smut I've written, smut for smut sake but Tumblr killed it...sigh
I hoped you Lovelies enjoyed Sukuna cuckholding himself
Nanami Kento lives a very stressful live. Every year as he ages, the blonde man feels his shoulders ache a little more when Winter comes along, he finds himself showing less emotions, get more cranky at small things like the rain. His eyes narrow at the rowdy teenagers on the late night train, inching and inching closer to snapping. As he makes his way home, Nanami Kento wonders whether it is age that makes him this way, or is it his own self that makes him age?
"I'm home", he calls out to a home that is supposed to be empty.
But then a sweet scent fills his nostrils and then you appear at the other end of the hallway, wearing a fluffy Christmas dress.
"Kento, you're home~!", you rush over to greet him.
He doesn't spare anytime, throwing his wet coat and scarf aside before drowning himself in your scent. You smell like cinnamon rolls, sweet and buttery with a hint of vanilla. And Kento just wants to eat you up until there's nothing left, until you reside with him forever.
"I...I thought your business trip was for two weeks?", you hum rubbing his sore back, "I finished early, knowing that I had a cranky orange cat waiting at home."
He scoff, but doesn't deny it, because the moment you entered his arms...Kento feels vitality return to his withering soul. You feel like the most delicious treat on a snowy night, a sugar rush pumping through his veins. The blonde man can't help but bite into your plush cheeks, maybe brown sugar and icing will just ooze out of you.
Suddenly a timer interrupts the two of you, "Ah! The rolls are done!", and he follows you into the kitchen.
His eyes scan the feast that you've prepared on the dining table, "Look how perfect they are!"
While you marvel over the fluffy rolls that look picture-perfect, the blonde man eyes' never leave their target. You in that body-hugging sweater dress, all he wants to do is unroll the layers and taste your sweetness. And that's what he does.
Silence falls between the two of you as Kento towers over with darkened eyes, you gulp gaining an idea of what he wants. Sparks fly as he slowly corners you against the counter and perverse hands shamelessly glide across your figure. Your thighs tense against each other and you watch as he falls to the floor with a thud, your trembling eyes reflecting his hungry actions.
He slowly pushes your dress up and groan, no underwear and all ready for him to devour. The blonde man is starving, for your softness, for your vanilla icing, for your sugary cries. Kento is usually very neat, but tonight...he is the messiest eater. Everything, he wants everything you can give, everything you have, the gluttonous Nanami Kento will devour it all.
You're so sweet, just like the cinnamon rolls going cold on the side. But don't worry, Nanami Kento has the largest appetite tonight.
Hi Lovelies, long time no see~
Hope you enjoyed this short but sweet treat! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)(๑´>᎑<)~*
Green Flag Satoru (loving husband) vs Red Flag Satoru (man whore)
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Hubby: Did you remember to buy my mochi ice cream sweetpie pookie sugar honey baby ૮ ˊo̴̶̷̤ ﻌ o̴̶̷̤ˋ ྀིა
You snicker and sent back a yes, knowing that he'll sulk about how you didn't use the cringy long ass nickname he created for himself. With a hum, you pull out your key with a kikufuku keychain attached to it. As you plan the rest of your day, thinking about the chores needed to be completed, you stop at the entrance.
A pair of heels, diamond heels.
Moans make your head snap up, and your heart sinks with dread. Please don't, please please please, you beg and creep into your own home. A shaky breath escapes you when a familiar voice purrs, and you cling to the wall seeing the debauchery that was happening in your living room. Instantly, tears are streaming down your face and you sneak back out.
How weak, you think, at least go in and fight for yourself. That was the way you had always assumed you'd react to cheating. Just pounce on those bastards and rip out their hairs. But this wasn't a 'what if', and the man in those thoughts wasn't Satoru. The man who had always been so loyal and loving, so protective and reassuring... but no one really knows anyone these days.
And just as you open the door, a figure stands in your way.
"....Satoru?", your eyes dry up as a second Gojō Satoru?
He scowls, seeing the wet streaks along your cheeks and lean down, "Who made you cry?".
You grow speechless because how the hell are you supposed to say 'your cheating ass' when he's standing right here? Seeing you motion to the diamond heels right there, the white haired man is on alert because clearly there's an intruder. Stay here, he growls, and carefully enter the house whilst sticking to the wall.
"Come baby, move those hips~", sparkling blue eyes blink in confusion at that familiar voice.
Storming into the living room, he exclaims, "...What the fuck is happening-OH MY GOSH AAAHHH!"
The figures on his sofa jolt and the two Gojō Satoru's jaws drop seeing each other, "...YOU BASTARD!"
....
You sigh watching the two Satoru's glare at each other. Both of them scratched up and holding a bag of frozen peas against a bruised cheek. All thanks to your Satoru who immediately pounced on himself because he refuses to cheat even in other universes. Yes, the intruder is Gojō Satoru from an alternate universe where you clearly aren't in his life. The higher ups didn't give you an explanation for what happened, but they say that he should return home in by midnight.
"Eugh", your man glances at himself and turns away revolted only to take another look and do the same, "Brother eugh! You fucking man whore!"
The Intruder sneer back, "Goddamn prude, don't tell me you still have a purity ring", your Satoru scoffs and shows off the custom wedding ring, "It's a wedding ring! Do you know what that is, you deviant?!"
As their anger flares up, you move over and place a hand on your husband's shoulder, "Toru stop, you're literally insulting yourself", "I don't claim him! He's not a Satoru, you better change your fucking name when you get lost!"
With a laugh laced with fury, the white haired intruder motion to you, "Look at yourself, fucking dumbass! You could have a roster of bad bitches but you're here stuck with a mid?! Have some pride dipshit!"
"Fuck you...", you panic feeling the atmosphere grow dense as both men start chanting, "Stop, Stop, STOP!"
....
"Toru, call him out for dinner", you turn to your sulking husband, "Absolutely not, he doesn't get to call you mid and eat anything! He can starve to death!", Satoru raises his voice at the end so his clone can hear.
With a sigh, you walk over and giggle when he immediately leeches onto you, "My most handsome gorgeous smart mochi prince~"
His frown instantly turns upside down and Satoru peppers kisses across your face, "I love you so much, god you can't even imagine the things I'd do for you."
Hushing him, you cup his cheeks, "And I love you just as much", "That's not-", annoyed you bit the tip of his nose for him to shut up, "I love you, the you I knew for six years, dated for five, and married for one. The other Satoru doesn't matter to me, let him sleep around if he wants, because he isn't the man I love."
The next thing you know, Satoru is picking you up and making you wrap your legs around his hips as he kisses the hell out of you. He would take you right there on the sofa, but it still needs to be disinfected.
"Sa-mmph-dinner!", you attempt to say while being smothered and he pulls away to whisper, "Later, we're busy", and starts sliding his hands under your shirt.
"Ahem!", clone Satoru glares at the two of you.
Your husband lets you down reluctantly, you quickly neaten yourself and stutter, "Uh-a-please, take a seat! We'll quickly set up the table!"
A pair of sparkling eyes watches as the two of you start bringing the food and utensils out. They observe how Satoru grins as you swat away his naughty hands but you still shyly reciprocate his kisses. They notice the way Satoru stares at you with so much affection as you excitedly pull out the special plates you got as a wedding gift. They twitch when the scent of the home cooked meal fills the nostrils and gosh does it smell amazing. And they widen when everything taste phenomenal, clearly not mid, your Satoru has to sneak it in when you fill up a second bowl of rice.
You hush your husband and smile softly, "I'm glad you're enjoying", the other Satoru poorly covers his shyness behind the bowl, "I-It's eatable."
After dinner, the clone watches Satoru pack the dishes into the washer while you cut up a variety of fruits and plate the mochi ice creams. He joins the two of you for some late night TV shows and hates how he chuckles at the dumb answers the two of you come up with for the quizzes. Time flies by and he only notices the time when he sees you nodding off. It's already 11:50.
"...You should go to bed", your Satoru shows a smirk, "Nah, she's already comfortable here."
What a terrible excuse, he scoffs, but damn does he feel some sort of relief.
As he strokes your hair, the white haired man speaks softly, "Don't die alone and miserable", "What the fuc-", "You don't need to be in a relationship or be married, but at least have that special someone you can fall back on."
And as if the universe was waiting for this, his body starts fading away. He watches as Satoru kisses your head with the happiest smile on his face.
"Our lives are difficult and stressful, find the person that makes it a little more bearable, kay?"
....
Gojō Satoru finds himself sitting on his sofa, all alone. It wasn't a problem before, but he stares at where you had been sleeping so prettily, and Satoru hates how easily convinced he was.
His house is dark and gloomy, with no wedding pictures hanging on the walls, no pairs of cups and toothbrushes, and no cabinet where all the porcelain sits. There's no home cooked meal waiting and no one to love so strongly.
But there's a nudge to his shoulder and the man scoffs. Yeah yeah, he thinks and prepares for bed. You'll find someone, Satoru can hear your sweet voice as he lies in his giant bed.
Maybe, maybe not.
Congrats on fixing red flag Satoru, Lovelies~
Keep tuning in to fix some other red flags! (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)
Warning: self-deprecation, insecurities, aged up Suna
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A day passes. 24 hours. 1 440 minutes have passed. 86 400 seconds lost.
And as the clock strikes 12am, you sit in the living room staring at the glowing rock from your skyline apartment. Ah no, it's not yours. It's-
"What are you doing, it's already 12", a groggy voice croaks and you turn back to find a sleepy Rin waddling over.
You whisper with a strained smile, "You should really put a shirt on, it's getting cold", "I wouldn't be so cold if someone was in bed to warm me", he flops down next to you and peck your cheek.
Suna Rintaro, the man that you really don't deserve. At only 22 years old, he already has so much going for himself and takes everything with so much ease. A successful volleyball player in Japan with endless sponsors and brand endorsements, he makes a crazy amount that you can't even comprehend.
But you, at the age of 21...have nothing to your name. You were never a star at anything, and you still aren't now. And the only thing you have to worry about are university assessments, so minuscule compared his worries, yet you can't even manage that. Compared to Rin, your contributions to this household were nothing.
"What's wrong?"
Two words, two syllables, and it was enough to make you shatter.
You turn away from him with glassy eyes, "No, don't do that", the black haired man rumbles and guides you back to him, "You promised not to hide, remember?"
His lips kiss your tears away, actions that make you curl into him. A weak attempt to hide from everything, hide from your problems, hide from yourself. Someone who is so weak, sensitive, pathetic, immature...how could Rin tolerate you when you can't even look at yourself in the mirror?
"Please sweetheart, say something", he begs softly and you don't dare to deny him, "I...I'm so useless."
You can see yourself in his dark eyes, and it's a laughable image. While Rin constantly moves forward and reach new heights, you're still procrastinating on some assignment that's due in a few days. He's already in the real world, and you're still a child with no organisation and management.
"I've spent the whole day...doing nothing, even though I know I have so much to do. I-I-I! I just hate myself!", you grip his arms tightly as you hiss, "Why is it that I'm so inadequate? B-Because even though I'm breaking down now...I still won't do anything tomorrow."
Rin doesn't say anything as you rise up and so does your voice, "I am nothing...compared to you! M-My problems are nothing compared to yours, yet I'm here all stressed and tired! I shouldn't be, I don't have the right! I can fix them, b-but I won't! I want to...I want to...I want to so fucking much!"
You fall to your knees and smile tearfully, "Please Rin, don't look at me like this."
Don't look, you plead, hiding your face behind a curtain of hair. Remember me as the naive high school girl who still had dreams sparkling in her eyes...leave me while I still twinkle in your memories. You hold back your sobs, thinking of the evenings Rin would walk you home, the two of you sharing dreams and promising to start a future together.
Then you sense him and look up.
Your eyes widen seeing the droplets trickling down his cheeks, "R...Rin, no-", "Please don't hate yourself", he whispers and places his forehead against yours, "Please don't make me leave."
And the cries are wrangled out of you.
You and I have a lifetime ahead of us...so it's okay to take it slow. What is 24 hours, 48, 72, when we have thousands ahead? All of this success isn't mine alone, because you were always there for me. When I lost, when I fell short, when I couldn't be better. You were there to make sure I didn't give up, that I stayed motivated. We...have this, so please don't think of yourself so lowly. Your problems matter to me, they mean the world to me. And I'd do anything to get rid of them, so don't shut me out. You were my motivation, so let me become yours.
"I'll never stop looking", he resolves carrying you back to bed and hiding you in his arms, "You'll always be mine, the you of yesterdays, the you of today, and the you of tomorrows."
You close your eyes listening to his promises, "You could do nothing for the rest of your life and I'd still love you too much. So take your time, our life is not a competition."
To all the Lovelies who are unmotivated and stuck, I see you and I feel you.
While I can't do much for you, just know that you aren't alone. Everyone has times when they feel like they're falling behind that invisible clock telling you when things should happen. Starting uni or college, graduating, getting a job, starting a relationship. We're always working towards another goal, that majority of the time are pushed onto us.
And I hope one day...you and I will be able to reclaim this time, this life, as our own. That maybe one day, we can take on life at our pace because we are the ones that have to live it.
Kind regards from the midnight deep thoughts ♡⸜(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)⸝♡
Warning: for the Dungeon and Resting Chambers collection, medieval setting, minor violence, it gets a little fucked up at the end,
Underneath the cold and pouring rain, the rumble and roar of thunder, the golden strikes of lightning, you feel your mind shatter.
"What are you doing here, fool?!", the man who was supposed to be your father growls.
Your tears and sobs melt into the harsh storm, "P-Please! That man is-", "He is your husband!", the woman behind him shriek.
Why won't they let you in? Into your own home? Into the golden warmth of your younger years?
You fall to the muddy ground begging them, "Father please! The lord is a demon-", "Insolence!", he roars finally stepping out to strike your cheek, "We live in comfort because of him! You will go back before his fury falls down on this family!"
His grip on your hair is throbbing painful but you don't fight it, because you realise that even your own blood isn't on your side. You should've known, after all, he was the one who sold you in the first place.
....
"My sweetheart, come and greet Lord Testsurō", your father graced you with a gentle smile.
You stared up at the black haired man draped in luxurious fabrics, observing his amused hazel eyes and small smirk, before curtsying with a greeting. Behind him were two aides, one with tanned skin and the other a little short, bowed in response.
So this was the man you were to marry. The pit of fear in your stomach slowly dispersed upon seeing the young and respectable marquess. Due to the notice of your marriage being given a mere week ago, you had feared that your father would hand you to a grimy old man.
His Lordship Testsurō Kuroo was a famous figure and feared name in the surrounding kingdoms. While he was officially a marquess, it is said that the king was in constant fear of him taking control of the court. His connections spread far and wide, across the seas and hidden in every shadow. Your father must've used up all of his luck in this life to drag the renowned marquess back to your little countryside manor.
"Rise, my lady and allow me to observe my wife's face", you straightened your posture as he stepped closer, "Your father had told no lies", Lord Testsurō chuckled.
Confusion dispersed as he explained himself, "A body perfect for my desires and children", you immediately tensed up and glanced at your father who looked just as pleased.
An urge to cower and run away grips your heart as hazel eyes scanned your figure, a hand reached out and outlined your silhouette. Never touching your body, but the action made you sickly green.
When he was satisfied, the men walked off to your father's office to prepare a contract for the marriage. You, on the other hand, returned to your room and sobbed feeling like cattle at an auction. But regardless of your sorrow and misery, signatures were signed and agreed objects were handed over. All the while, you had only met your to-be-husband once.
You were first. Wearing the most magnificent Tyrian purple gown and adorned in rubies, you walked down the long pathway. One that you wished was so long, it would never end. But your wish vanished when the hand holding your father's arm was lifted and placed into his. Smile, you pleaded yourself, or everyone shall call you the unworthy bride.
There was a long speech given by the bishop for the heavens to hear, and to signify your unbreakable chain to Lord Testsurō. Throughout the entire two hours, you only recited the two line vows written by your family. A promise to serve and understand your role. Rings were exchanged and envious eyes stared at the shimmering stone on your finger. A kiss ended it all and the ladies grew sour as the most desirable bachelor was taken off the market.
Your family didn't even stay for the night celebration. You offered a small wave watching their carriage leave with chests of gold and jewellery. Instantly, your shoulders dropped. All of this fancifulness felt so heavy.
"My lady, His Lordship requests for your presence to begin the celebration", you turn back to see an aide with blonde and black hair, "Yes of course."
With that, you headed off to the dining hall and stood beside your husband, "Smile Wife, or they shall think your father married you off to the grim reaper."
His long and cold fingers caressed your cheeks softly, but you felt the warning behind them, "Of course, Husband, I apologise."
The night passed in the blur. In amongst the feast and booze, you barely remembered greeting the royal family and Testsurō's close friends. But you'll never forget his rich voice echoing in your head, hands gliding you across the dancing floor, and lips devouring yours in front of everyone. How sweet, history writes, for there is no bride who is as loved as you.
Lightheaded from the alcohol, you leaned against his chest and whispered, "Please...allow me to return to my chambers...before I shame us both."
His let out a rumbling chuckle before lifting you up, "My my, it seems my bride and I shall have to retire early tonight! May our guests continue to enjoy the feast and music on our behalf!"
And with the cheers of the men around him, Testsurō carried you to your wedding chambers.
Dazed and weakened by alcohol, you were defenseless against his hands ripping the gown to shreds, "T-The dress...", you slurred and received a hush, "I shall fill your room with a thousand more."
From there, Testsurō began exploring your body passionately. Hands groped every mound of skin, lips marking your sensitive spots, and tongue creating glossy trails. You were faintly relieved to have been drunk, as the thought of doing this sober would've made you perish from shame. Testsurō's version of consummation was nothing like what you had learnt as a small girl, and it terrified you.
You squeaked feeling coldness touch your inner thigh, instantly your legs attempted to close. But strong hands held them apart and the man above you gulped before his lips connected with your pussy. A choked cry escaped as intense pleasure stung your nerves, you whined and shook your head.
"S-Sto-ah! No!", you tried to push him, you tried to run away but nothing could stop the black haired man from eating you up.
Embarrassment flushed your system as the sounds filled your ears. The wet slurping coming from below, the high pitched cries coming from you, and the faint chatter from faraway that surely knows what was happening yet also had no idea of the apparent dirtiness. Then, you felt it. It was like a knot being pulled tighter and tighter, a full dam about to fall, a volcano ready to erupt. The last straw came from a sharp graze against your clit. With a wail and trembling legs locking around Testsurō's head, you came fiercely.
Your husband slowly helped you calm down, kissing your folds and caressing your sides. Through your droopy eyes and blurred vision, all you saw were sharp hazel pools that glowed in the luminous light. I need you, you thought and subconsciously reached out for him. You clung to his rock solid body which felt so cool and so good against your feverish skin.
With a hum, Testsurō guided you into a long kiss while his fingers slid down to your wet entrance. Before you knew it, you had three fingers turning your insides into mush while his lips slobbered against yours. He didn't let you pull away, whether it was to take a breath or cry from further orgasms. By the time the man was satisfied, you were completely drenched in sweat and he was soaked in your juices.
And now for the actual event. Exhausted by his foreplay, you laid flat against the bed and compliant for his taking. Testsurō towered over you and leaned down to peck your temple, before his tip rested against your opening. Despite all of his preparation, nothing could eliminate the pain. You whimpered and gripped the silk sheets tightly, how lucky you were to have a well endowed husband.
To be honest, this part was also a little blurry. Because you couldn't really when pain turned to pleasure, and when you began begging for more. Cupping his cheeks and biting his lips until they turned red. Even leaving marks of your own, harsh bites and nail streaks that made him shiver in glee. In response, the black haired man maneuvered you in all types of positions and enveloped you in even more ecstasy.
For moment, in your drunkenness, you thought that maybe life with him wouldn't be as bad as you thought. Until you felt sharpness graze the side of your neck. Sharp? Whatever could be so sharp? Confused your fingers traveled across his jawline, to his lips and into his mouth.
As a tongue wrapped around your fingers, you murmured, "You have...such sharp teeth?"
Glowing eyes narrowed with glee as Testsurō moved you to sit in his lap, "All the better to eat you with."
Then before you knew it, you felt your flesh rip and screamed hysterically, "AHHHH!"
Shocked into soberness, you fought to get away but his arms were a steel cage. It wasn't until you nearly gouged his eye out that the black haired man finally set you free. Heaving and sobbing, you tried to jump off the bed but your weakened legs had you flailing across the marble floor.
"Wife, you must not run away from your duties", terrified you watched his silhouette cover your body and shrieked.
Fear, anger, misery swirled in your hoarse bawling as it dragged you back to the bed. You cowered away from it, refusing to meet its beady red eyes. Unable to accept the fangs that left you pouring blood. You had been sold to a monster, your father sold you to a beast for a few chests of gold and jewels. And the thing you hated the most, was how the pleasure only built.
"You see Wife, vampires like I can release venom with our bite. It numbs the pain and leaves behind an aphrodisiac, allowing our feeding to become increasingly pleasurable with every bite. Some even seek out this bite, even if it means they will die."
You were able to witness this soon enough, how your body began to crave for his fangs, how the mere graze of those sharp fangs brought you closer to the edge. Testsurō used this against you, luring you to grind on his lap, to slide his length down your throat as you hump his face, even letting him explore your ass. All the while, promising you of another bite.
The wedding night lasted for two days but for you, who was half-conscious for most of the time, it felt like weeks before you were freed. Testsurō, who had allowed you to sleep in to recover, returned to your chambers after a day of work. And upon opening the doors, he was met with emptiness.
"My lord", his silver haired knight bowed, "Her Ladyship has fled into the nearby forest, do you wish to send our men-".
He grinned, "No", and his eyes flashed red, "Let me see how far my runaway bride can go."
....
Now here you were. Staggering down the dirt road of the countryside in muddied and stinking clothes, body aching from the beating you got in response to your cries for help. Exhausted, dehydrated, starving, and lightheaded from the harsh sun, you wonder if this was how your pathetic life was to end.
You couldn't even cry despite the anguish simmering inside, that you would die on the side of the road and no one would care. That you couldn't even have the honour of dying in your home, comforted by the spirit of your mother. Soon enough, your feet surrender and you crumble to the ground.
Then your ears perk up hearing thumps, and emerging from the other side of the hilly road...was none other than your husband and his men. His lavish clothes, his men's armour shining brightly, and the golden carriage seem to mock your pathetic fate. What a life, to be cycled between two horrendous beasts.
Seated on his ebony horse, the black haired man's lips stretch into a wide smile, "My dear runaway bride, whatever will I do with you~?"
You stare back with weary eyes. For some reason, you feel comforted by his addressing. At least someone would claim you, even if it was a blood sucking monster. And with that you smile, knowing that it was enough, that you had tried enough in this life. What is there to live for, to care about, to fear? Golden rays pierce through the leaves coating the stone ground in sparkles, there was a gentle breeze passing through, and birds chirp unaware of the execution below. This seemed like a fitting place.
"What are you waiting for...just kill me already", you croak and he sighs, "My dear wife, I paid too much to let your head roll away so easily. You will have to gift me another option."
Silence fills the air and the lord descend, slowly approaching you, "My wife, dear wife, Wife...Am I not your husband?"
One, two, three seconds passes before your head flies back, "Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!", the man joins you as he kneels down and wipes away the tears, "You have a role to play...and so do I."
"Ride to the nearest inn."
With that, you finally rest after days of traveling and misery. The journey lasted for a blink of an eye as you sleep in the carriage.
You slowly begin to relax as hands coated in warmth and precious oils begin to remove the layers of filth. On the bed, Testsurō watches as the maids bathed you, his hazel eyes scanning your figure. And after a moment he asks, why, so softly that you almost missed it.
Turning to him you smile, "I went back for the house", "...You live in a castle five times larger", humming you start playing with the water, "But that house belongs to me."
Your husband raises an eyebrow and you couldn't help but chuckle, "That house once belonged to my mother, left behind by my uncle who passed away at a young age. In order to keep the title and house, she married my father since he was the best suitor around...who would've thought that he'd kill her to bring in his mistress and her daughter?", you sneer.
Testsurō answers back, "That house belongs to your father then, since he is the baron", and he notices the way your eyes harden, "Don't be foolish, how could a commoner such as him gain rights to a noble property?"
A smile slowly grows on his face, "Well, he does now since you've wedded another house. And he'll live in it until he dies, with his mistress and her bastard."
He doesn't hide the way he's attempting to lure you into another dance, and you can't seem to care anymore. You've gone from living with a monstrous man, to being sold and taken by the devil, and facing rejection from the sullied side of your blood. You were so close to ending it all, until the devil saved you. If he wants to dance, who are you to stop him?
"Indeed he does, and my heart aches at the thought of it...whatever shall I do?", your eyes close as the maid pours water over your head.
You don't have to see to know how Testsurō's eyes glow red and trace the streams down to your neck, curving over your breasts, and rejoining the pool. But what you don't expect is for him to excuse the maids and take over the responsibility. His cool hands glide across your skin, gently moving you until your back presses against his toned chest.
The black haired man's lips are stuck to your neck, and you melt against his touches. Suddenly, you feel the sharp graze and it awakens you into freezing. You know that it will feel good, but the reminder of the stabbing puncture and how it forced you into a pit of drunken pleasure makes you fight.
Testsuro is much stronger, but he allows you to shove him away with a wave of water. Hazel eyes see your curled figure, the hands around your neck, your distorted face. A good man would apologise and comfort you, a better man would apologise and leave you alone, but neither of them are your husband. And despite being the devil, your husband believes in fairness in a relationship. He has chosen you as his other, and all is to respect the woman he has chosen...even himself.
"Bite me and rip my neck out", he showcases his flawless neck and leans in, "You will die", your eyebrows furrow but he merely smirks, "I am a monster, a monster does not die in the conventional way."
After a moment of pondering, you grit your teeth and approach him. Your hands grasp at him in such a gentle way, Tetsuro imagines you were just going to nip him. Then his eyes shoot wide open and a choked grunt leaves him before he crumbles in pain. While he does so, you rinse out the metallic coat in your mouth.
Eyes of intrigue watch the way his wound begins to heal itself, the tear threading itself together in a gruesome way. And the act is painful for your husband who sweats and turns pale. You wonder how much more painful his punishment it compared to the sin, surely a monster like him has felt more pain.
"I do say so, Wife, you have a foul mouth for pleasure and pain that even a monster like I fear", you reach out and he returns to your embrace, "Isn't it fitting for something such as yourself?"
He chuckles and kisses your palm, "And how does the devil's wife wish to punish her preys?"
Do make it worthy of our status, he tells you to be sure, as I have a role to play as your husband and a marquess. Your dear father has really done it this time, and you thank him for putting you in this position. Because now he wasn't just insulting you, his daughter, but the marchioness. You smile thinking about it, pondering on what punishment matches the insult. After all an insult to you, is an insult to your husband, and an insult to your husband is an insult to your territory, and when that happens...the knights pick up their swords.
And Tetsurō almost feels like your eyes light up with a redness.
I shall deal with the mistress sleeping in my mother's bed first, the harlot who dared to sell my mother's body to the grave robbers. She is indeed wicked...and so smart, and I have to honour her cleverness. So I will send her to the capital. I heard there is a doctor making significant medicine advancement through studying the dead. We can only imagine what higher skies he can conquer with the living. I pray the books will remember her sacrifices and misery.
Now for her daughter. Such a shameful existence should be contained to a shameful place. She loved to prance about in my jewels, looking for a suitor...so why not spoil her with it? Your men should allow her to bring some of her belongings, it will help her attract customers. We never know, maybe she will get lucky and follow her mother's footsteps as a mistress.
And lastly...my dear father who should've known his place. But of course, greed in engrained in the soul and I have no motivation to remove it. I will send him to the North where he will labour in hunting the beasts. If he succeeds, he will make a name for himself and grow his riches in a proper way. But seeing how fat he is these days, I fear he will become a feast for some lucky feral animal.
"Do you agree, Husband?"
The black haired man feels his pants grow tighter and instantly pounces on you. Your eyes roll back as his fangs sink in, it forces you into an intense orgasm and the whole inn can care your lewd moan.
As he tears off his clothes, Tetsurō growls out, "You have heard Her Ladyship, leave in her honour and return carrying her victory."
As he takes you in the tub, a silver haired knight and his squad rides away with blunt swords. A special request from the marquess, sinners don't deserve clean cuts.
You gasp as his hips collide with yours, "Now you have to play your role, Wife! You will birth two successors, one to be my marquess and the second to be your baron. If you are lucky, you will birth backups for both!", the man grunts.
Letting out a breathy laugh you respond, "T-Then we might as well try f-ah-for a daughter! She'll spoil you in y-your later years when you becomes sentimental!"
He desires nothing more.
Hi Lovelies, I hoped you guys this!
Vampire Kuroo and medieval setting has been controlling my mind for weeks, and now I can finally be free from it. I actually didn't initially think that Kuroo suited the theme, I thought of what it would look in my mind and somehow he just never clicked. Tbh even now I still don't he's the best option, but I really wanted to do a Haikyuu character for this. I'd love to here other character suggestions for this! The ending did get a little dark...oops, I got a little too into it but can you really blame me?!
Warning: for the Dungeon collection, alt modern universe, rich kids au, fucked up marriage, fucked up reader, toxic Sukuna, violent Sukuna (not towards reader), poor side characters
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"Ma'am, we've returned home."
Your eyes open to find that you were already home.
The door opens and you step out letting an exhausted sigh, "I will be unavailable until tomorrow, don't attempt to contact me at all."
Your secretary gives a polite nod and you smile softly at everyone, "Good work, everyone. Have the rest of the day off, I'll hand out bonuses at the end of the week."
With that, you walk down the stone pathway, surrounded by perfectly maintained flower beds and clear streams with majestic koi fishes. Reaching the mansion you call home, you enter your fingerprint and walk inside.
Instantly, you notice the pair of sparkling heels left messily at your entrance. Cheap shoes they were, you reckon five more wears and the sole will start disintegrating. A small hum escapes and you take off your own, tailored Saint Laurent, before entering the house.
It doesn't take you much effort to find the intruder. She sits on your sofa, watching the giant screen, with the gleeful look on her face. The young girl is swimming in one of your husband's old shirt and is adorned by his marks.
The young mistress turns to you with wide eyes, "You are..."
"I am his wife."
....
Sukuna didn't want to get married at 23, he only did so to please his parents. They thought that by getting married, he'd somehow become more mature and stop being the weekly headline for causing trouble. The pink haired troublemaker fought against his parents, until they placed a marriage certificate with his and someone else's details on there. There were two choices: one was to marry you, the either...marry Gojo Satoru.
Sukuna was defeated and agreed to meet you at a luxurious cafe. Of course, the guy strolled in 30 minutes late and sat down prepared to have hot tea thrown at his face. However, you only sighed disappointed.
"Oh, you came", and his eye twitched irritated, "What the hell do you mean by that?"
You sipped on the tea and eyed him, 'Fucking bitch', he thought while you responded, "I thought you would've lived up to your reputation. That's why I chose you."
He raised an eyebrow intrigued, "You chose me?", you graced him with a small smile, "I did...Out of a hundred, all from across the world, oil tycoons, European nobles, American billionaires...I picked you."
The pink haired man felt pinned to his seat by your sharp and twinkling eyes, "...Why?", "Because, out of the whole lot, I have no expectation for you."
His heart jumped in fury and excitement, "Expectation?", you smile again, "You are perfect the way you are, Sukuna. What I want in a husband...is a man that won't interfere with my business."
And a light bulb clicked in Sukuna's head, this was a marriage of convenience for you. Now it all made sense, he smirked at your relaxed posture.
You were none other than the youngest daughter of an infamous family. When one speaks of money and power, your family name won't be there...but that's because the average person doesn't really notice the shadow that's constantly spreading further and further across the globe. But Sukuna does, and he also knows that you control the shadow's extension in Asia. A workaholic heiress that's forever gluttonous.
And you chose him because unlike the rest of your suitors, Sukuna has no intention of meddling with your affairs or turning you into a mother or a housewife. For a moment, the pink haired man thanked his parents for the threat...because you're perfect the way you are.
"Let's get married, as soon as possible", "Of course, where and when should it be held?", "Why not do a tour of Asia, and I think next week should be a good time."
When Sukuna returns home with good news, he gets slapped by his mother for being so careless. Your wedding is moved back to next year while the two mothers pick out a good day and location.
....
Sukuna almost changes overnight. He's still in the headlines, but for a different reason. For being the perfect husband to the woman everyone desires and wants to be. The pink head accompanies you to work events and plays the role of your prince charming. Of course he still has his hotheadedness, but it's become much for muted. People can't stop complimenting him for the transformation as he becomes the poster husband. And his mother is forever indebted to you.
Past the glitz and glamour, the two of you maintained a good partnership. Clearly the saying 'Opposite attract' has its truth since the two of you got along quite well. Sukuna has a potty mouth and you rarely curse, but you accepted his language and even laughed at his crass jokes. And Sukuna never thought he'd choose to stay at home on a Friday night, but here he was baking cookies and decorating them with icing.
Not only that, there was clearly something more to it. Like the way you two chose to sleep in the same bed. No one is there to check, but you still do it and cuddle willingly. Even if you start drooling on his chest or he munches on your hair during a dream. And you two touched each other differently, softly and carefully. Every graze has meaningful, full of affection and tenderness.
Or like the way you kiss him, sweetly and innocently, as if he's made of porcelain. But maybe its the way Sukuna took your first time. He's known as a beast in the sheets, but the pink haired man does his best to make your first time painless. You didn't shed a tear, you didn't even wince because Sukuna took the whole night making sure every movement only brought you pleasure. And he continued to do every time after that, considerate of his strength and weight. You two hold each other in the moonlight, making a silent promise. He'll always be your husband and father of your children, and you'll always be his wife and the mother of his children.
But as much as Sukuna enjoyed his life as a married man, a part of him still craved those nights filled with booze, drugs, and adrenaline. Therefore, he didn't reject an offer from Gojo to go clubbing. While you were in Singapore opening a new hotel, Sukuna was in a private room scanning the sea of girls hungry for a night with him.
And the pink haired man chose one that is barely wearing anything. He ravishes her in another private room, one more time in the car, and even takes her into your spare room. All the while, you were handing out bonuses with employees and signing donations to charities.
When you come back two weeks later, Sukuna had brought over three other girls. A guiltiness grew within him seeing your soft smile as you relax in his arms. Even if the whole house is scrubbed clean, Sukuna doesn't want to let you dirty yourself with anything. So he carried you to your bedroom, the only clean place, and becomes your butler for the next few days. He ceases the flings, becoming your husband again and enjoys the soft nights with you.
But the cycle starts when you leave for Korea, one month this time. And he grows wilder, bolder. Sukuna calls up multiple girls for his boys to share, he walks into hotels with them clinging to his arm, and he continues taking them home. That was until he got caught by the national newspaper, it was definitely an attack planted by a bitter suitor. But Sukuna has to own up to his mistakes, his mother almost faints from anger while his father worries that you'll demand compensation. The world glares down at him as they label him 'trash', 'dirty', some say he should be castrated.
Except the news disappeared after a day, and nothing happened. Sukuna didn't get a call from you or your family. And as much as he wanted to learn from his mistakes, he couldn't help but get back into routine.
Then that day happened. You came back a day early from visiting your bank in Vietnam, and returned home to a mess. High platform heels, fishnet stockings, and lingerie scattered across your living room. His Prada shoes, his Louis Vuitton button up, his Gucci pants, created a pathway to the spare room. A guidance from everything you bought and styled for him.
Slowly you made your way to the spare room and carefully opened the door. There was a girl inside, sleeping and clearly exhausted. You perked up hearing a sound from the other side and exit the hallway to find him.
He must've just gotten out of the shower, the one connected to your bedroom. The stroll he has comes to a pause as the two of you stared at each other, standing amongst the mess of a man who just would not learn. Sukuna was frozen, speechless, until you decide to move. He flashes to stand before you, covering the exit, and begs for your forgiveness.
"I-It was a mistake! One time! I won't let it happen again! I'll throw her out right now! Please, think about what we have! She's just a-a thing, you're my wife!", he cupped your cheeks while whispering desperately.
You pull away and head to the kitchen, taking out a bottle of orange juice. Your husband watches you with hawk eyes, planning yours and his next movements. There's not a chance that Sukuna will let you walk out of this house.
"I didn't expect you to choose her, she's not really your type."
The two of you stared at each other while you quench your thirst and he comprehended your words. And a phrase comes to mind...you never had any expectation for him. Now Sukuna is truly shocked, because how could he not realise that the only family with the power to silence national news was yours?
"...Did you set me up from the very beginning?"
And he shivered at the soft smile you had on, "Ah dear, come join us."
The terrified girl slowly stepped out of the hallway, she knows you and she knows what you can do.
You frowned seeing her wearing a thin jacket barely covering her bottom, "Sweetheart, I leave female clothing in there for a reason. You're welcome to clean up in the bathroom, take your time", neither of them could understand what you were saying.
Then you were handing over a business card, your phone number...one that he didn't know existed. And you employed her on the spot, assuring that she'll be paid well for her hard work and get the benefits every employee under you had. All she had to do was be there at Sukuna's beck and call, answering his manly needs and desires. All the man can wonder is, how many times have this transaction happened?
Before he knew it, his one night stand left as your employee. Silence fell upon the room, only a clock ticking remains. It counted down the seconds before Sukuna's mind completely broke. But you stepped in before it could happen with a mellow voice.
"Shall we go out for brunch, I'm feeling a little hungry?", you caressed his cheek and the man leaned into it.
He felt the cold sensation against his cheek and kissed the gems on your finger. You were the perfect woman.
....
"Oh, wife?!", she giggles and eyes you.
You return a smile, amused at her prancing. She clearly doesn't like this because her joy feels forced as the girl shows of the marks and bruises he left behind.
"I'm so sorry! I had no idea that Sukuna had a wife, he never told me!", she begins to approach with a pout, "But please don't get mad at him! He doesn't mean to hurt you, I'm sure he loves you a lot! But you know...a man has desires and he has to look somewhere?"
With a pitiful smile she reaches out for your hand, "You should really talk to him, why he needs to look somewhere else when he has a wife."
But before she could, a fresh out of the shower Sukuna emerges and his eyes land on you. Instantly, they sparkle and he charges for you. You chuckle as he lifts you into the air, peppering kisses all over your face. He promises that he brushed his teeth properly and you allow him to kiss you.
The smirk is wiped off of the poor girl's face as she snaps, "What the fuck is going on?!", you sigh pitifully and lean into his muscular frame, "Oh sweetheart, you shouldn't be worrying about my marriage when you can't even warm my husband's bed properly."
Eyes narrow and Sukuna turns to the girl, "You talked about my marriage...my wife?", "W-Well, I wouldn't be here if she co-".
A scream echoes in the mansion as the girl gets shoved into a wall. Before the girl can think, he has a hand wrapped around her throat. She bursts into tears begging him to stop. Her nails dig into his hand but your husband reacts with a tighter grip.
"How dare you even think of looking at my wife...I'll fucking kill you right now. You should be grateful, she's the reason I don't kick girls like you out bare naked."
Tired of the screaming and crying, you step in. A hand on his bicep makes Sukuna pull away and hold you close to him. You then beckon her to leave and choose her battles better next time. While she escapes, Sukuna towers over you and cups your cheeks.
He whispers against your lips, "I'm sorry, I'll find a better girl next time."
You chuckle trying to dodge them to talk, "I thought Himeko is usually available Wednesdays?", the pink haired man sighed, "She handed in her resignation the other day, found a boyfriend."
"Oh my, is he a good guy?", Sukuna smirked, "Of course, I gave him a scare just to make sure."
Finally, you allow him to kiss you properly and feel the cool metal of his wedding ring. You have truly found the perfect man.
Hi Lovelies...did you enjoy the monstrosity that I created due to lack of sleep?
The idea of a 'Marriage of Convenience' series started a long time ago except I didn't know what to write about. Then a few days ago, toxic Sukuna popped up in my head and I couldn't get him out. Then manipulative reader walked in and this was created. A fucked up relationship with the perfect match!
Warning: body shaming, insecurity about looks, family issues, suggestive
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Having a prohero boyfriend is really a double edged sword, especially when he's the successor of the Symbol of Peace. Deku, the greatest hero, Midoriya Izuku, is a man larger than life. And to stand next to him, to be loved by him, is an honour and a stain in itself.
You're known as 'His Girlfriend'. The luckiest girl on Earth, a position that many covert for you sit on a pile of riches that he so graciously gifted you. Not only that, Izuku is the ideal man. Compassionate, brave, powerful, smart, a little goofy and nerdy, he's the man every parent wants their daughter to bring home. And that honour belongs to you.
But having Deku as your boyfriend, means that you must also meet the world's standard. A girl that's equally as friendly, sweet, beautiful, successful, an ideal woman for the best man out there. And every day you look in the mirror with the thought, 'Gosh, why does he even like me?', so does everyone else.
Every time the two of you are out in public and get photographed, there'll always be a comment about your weight, your pimples, how it's always Izuku pulling his card out, how you don't treat his fans with respect. And your boyfriend does his best to fight back in the ways he can. In the rare interviews he'll always mention the love of his life, the woman supporting him from behind, who puts up with the 24/7 limelight and harsh critics of those who know nothing. He even enlists the help of his old classmates who try their best to change society's mind. But it only makes you feel more pathetic, that Izuku does so much for you and you can't even present yourself better.
It takes a long, burning, tearful shower for you to finally resolve to change. With a bright smile, you talk to Izuku about wanting to be more healthy and start volunteering.
He cups your cheeks, "Sweetheart, if it's about-", "Izuku, please...just let me have this", and your eyes swirl with so much desperation he can only say yes.
But the green haired man makes a strict schedule for you to follow, he refuses to watch you please the world and drop dead. He asks Ochako to exercise with you, where you start on light cardio and Pilates. Bakugo reluctantly sends you a few tips on healthier eating and even spends a day at your house meal prepping. Izuku doesn't know about this because the villain-like hero would burn your house down. He even asks his old teacher, Thirteen, to help you find volunteer work.
The world's opinion of you change when photos of you helping out at homeless shelters and after villain attacks. You also change as well, he notices. You've become more social, going out more and posing for the cameras rather than hiding from it. He sees your regular posts and stories at the gym, making healthy snacks, promoting charities, going out for brunch with the U.A. Class 1 girls. Izuku couldn't be more relieved. So many nights he has had nightmares of you taking dieting too far or working until you end up in the hospital, trying to become the perfect woman and breaking yourself in the process.
But change takes a long time and no matter what you do, the world will always bring up your past. And you've learnt to live with it, to understand that what you're doing is more than enough. However, that doesn't mean those comments don't hurt. Especially when it comes from the people whose words mean the most.
....
Izuku has met your parents many times. For the three years you two have been together, the hero has always made an effort to know your parents and get along with them. Your family also loves him, your mother is dreaming about the day she sees you in a wedding dress to him. The atmosphere is always warm, comforting, peaceful.
Until the small comments start to sneak in.
"Oh look at how skinny and pretty you are now!"
"Now my son in law will have no problem picking you up!"
"You should've seen her in high school, she would've weighed more than you right now!"
"If only she started dieting earlier! I kept telling her to, but she never listened and now look at her!"
Dieting, exercise, skinnier, prettier, smaller.
Of course you fire back at her. It's all jokes, but Izuku can see how much those words hurt. And every time, the ride back home is silent and you deep in thoughts. And every time after you come out of the shower, he sees you observe yourself in the mirror. Your eyes scan like society once did, looking for the imperfections. Wondering how you can erase the past, so that the world only remembers the pretty and perfect version of you.
His heart breaks, because why are your efforts never enough? He walks in and makes himself known, you jump before giving a soft smile. Izuku tries to return it and quickly digs his face into the crook of your neck. His large and scarred hands quickly hoist you up while you squeak.
As he carries you to the bed, Izuku has so many thoughts going through his head. You've always been pretty, ever since the moment he met you. He's always been able to pick you up, a hero like him should have no problem picking up boulder let alone a person. And he has seen you in high school pictures where you look so cute, he wished he met you earlier. And no, you shouldn't have started dieting earlier. Knowing the situation you were in, you would've only gained an eating disorder.
Dieting, exercise, skinnier, prettier, smaller. He didn't do any of this just to hear that from the people who should've supported you. As he laid you down, Izuku takes you in with trembling eyes. You give a smile back and beckon him closer.
Izuku has always been careful with you. His rough hands ghost your body knowing the damage they could cause, his lips only leave light hickies because he never wants to see you in bruises even if they're from love, he's always wary about the weight he puts on you and your stamina compared to his. But the nights you return from your parents are gentle as a feather. Your body becomes his temple, and he'll never stop worshipping. He oozes love and forces you to soak it up, the love that they should've had for you.
It's ironic when Izuku wants to be so gentle and loving, because it sometimes leads to him become more rough. He has so much to give that he can't see that you're overstimulated. He wants you to see that he loves you unconditionally, resulting in deep hand marks and love bites. Izuku wants you to understand that he's always on your side, so he'll hold you down and do his best to leave you quivering and blank.
....
But regardless of how he feels about your parents, Izuku knows he can't do anything about them. Because he knows that blocking your family isn't easy as it sounds.
"They're...it's just when it comes to this, they can become...off", you whisper trying to calm Izuku down, "Other than that, they're really good."
He knows, he can see it. How you're always sticking to your mother and how she always has your favourite food and snacks at home. How you melt in your father's arms and the way he monitored Izuku when they first met. Izuku sees the photographs hanging on the walls filled with parental love, the injury stories where it sounds like they were just in as much pain as you, the fights when they became a pair of bears.
Izuku also knows that in its own fucked up sense, they say that for your own good. Because he's heard you and your mother on the phone, how hateful she sounds of the media that talked about your weight and looks. Your father used to hate him for bringing you into a world that you never suited, until he finally saw Izuku as a man who loved you.
So Izuku will respect them and be civil. Because they raised you into the person you are today, the most loveliest person that he is honoured to be with forever. Because in their own ways, they also poured love and care into the soul to form it this way.
But that doesn't mean he'll take it lying down. You're his woman, and he'll protect you the way he did when society attacked you. He'll make sure they understand that their words have weight to them, and crush those words until they disintegrate to dust.
He'll do anything to show that you've always been beautiful since the beginning.
Hi Lovelies, meet Izuku the greenest flag ever~!
I hope you guys felt all of the emotions poured into this fic and how much Izuku loves you! I really wanted to portray the struggle of loving your parents and understanding how much they love you, but just having that one issue that always breaks the peace. For the girlies out there living with body shaming, hold your head up high because you have been beautiful since the beginning!
Bonbon is an adorable nickname, everyone can agree, not many believe it should be associated with a man like him. When everyone ask who 'Bonbon' is, you show them your favourite photo with a bright grin. They expect the most charming, handsome, young man that has the sweetest smile...only to find Aizawa Shouta.
Smiles freeze as they take in the man on the tiny screen. A man that seems much older than you, with long messy hair, exhausted dull eyes, and an unkempt stubble. Well, that was definitely a surprise. Especially since the photo you show is one of his insane smiles, psycho adjacent. But no one has the heart to wipe the giddiness you show, so they smile respectfully.
You can tell he's not what they expected, nothing about this man is sugar and chocolate. Even his colleagues laugh at the nickname thinking you were just teasing Shouta, until they stop because the two of you aren't. Everyone grows seriously concerned that you're actually serious. The blonde man, Hizashi, glances between you and a pissed Shouta, "...You're definitely getting cat-fished, run girl-". Hizashi gets cut off by the cloths wrapping around his throat and everybody panics. Later that night you ask Shouta, what was that about? The black haired man waves your worries away, "Nothing, he's just chronically stupid."
But even the man himself can't help but wonder, all the time. He thinks about it a few times a day. Like when he decides to sneak into the shower with you, you'll squeal "Bonbon~!" at him before making room for his surprisingly large form. Or when you bring his forgotten lunch to U.A. He'll finish a class and return to the teachers' office to find everyone passing your sweet note with cute bonbon faces. Shouta despises how the word haunts his life and mind. He hates how everyone makes a big deal out of it and wishes the word never existed. But the man would also hate it if you stop calling him that, because you say it with so much love and affection. The day he stops being "Bonbon"...is the day you stop loving him.
He finally gets his wish on a random Sunday when he returns from his morning run. After stopping by the fridge for some cold water, Shouta makes his way for the bedroom when he hears your voice and someone else on the phone.
"Bonbon, whose that?"
Seated at your dressing table, you gasp and pause your makeup, "Oh my gosh girl, have I not told you about Bonbon?!", "No!", "Shit where do I start?".
Your friend on the other side snort, "Uhh maybe on how Bonbon came about?", you give a dreamy sigh and turn to look at the beautiful weather, "Well..."
Bonbon is a small chocolate confection, with a hollow inside where fillings can be hidden. These include sweet alcoholic ingredients, creamy ganache, fruit purees, and so much more. The sky is truly the limit when it comes to Bonbon and their combinations. And the best part of it, is the surprise. From a simple chocolatey treat to a galaxy of flavours. That is the best way to describe Aizawa Shouta.
....
At first, he reminded me of the marshmallow bonbon my patisserie used to sell.
You and Shouta met during your part-time employment at a patisserie near U.A. From the moment he first walked in, the man had caught your eye. The lanky customer stumbled in like he had just returned from war, or stepped out of the trash. All of the other customers also noticed him and their discomfort showed through how they cleared the pathway like he was Moses.
Your coworkers also eyed the man, wondering what a man like him was doing here. You also had your questions, like why on earth would he buy a liquorice loaf out of everything here? The disgusting thing was an item your boss had put on to please a niche audience consisting of herself. The patisserie would literally make one loaf a week because no one would buy it.
"This one please", he spoke in a gruff voice and you chirped, "Of course, that'll be $7.50 for today."
After returning his change, you placed the item in a small paper bag and smiled, "Thank you so much, have a good day!"
He nodded and left. As the door slowly shut, you felt the atmosphere lighten up and heard the whispers. Regardless of how you felt, it wasn't your place to step in so you just left to clean up. He was just a customer, and most likely a one time buyer.
Until he kept coming in and in. The man had a routine now, and it somehow always lines up with the days you would be working at the front. Monday afternoons, Wednesday mornings, and Fridays just before closing. And he would always walk around the whole store, tricking you to believe he'd buy something new, before picking the liquorice loaf. You two would repeat the same dialogue, no small talk or extra fluff. At some point, he became a part of you. A thing you had to check off the list to ensure that your day was complete.
Until he didn't come for the whole week, and it made you...different. You weren't right, weren't thinking straight or doing anything properly. It made you so distracted that you burnt yourself while melting sugar. The injury was small but you had to immediately leave for the hospital and was told to rest for two or three days. With that, you missed the black haired man another week. During that time, the ache in your chest grew unbearable.
You feared that you fell in a love with a stranger. A much older man who you know nothing about and speak a total of twenty words to him. However, there was something that drew you to him. Something that forced your eyes to follow him and every movement of his. A curiosity to discover what he contained inside that plain shell. A wonder to what other flavours he held.
It was nearly three weeks later on Friday when you met him again. You had finally gotten used to not seeing him...almost. That was until the bell rang signalling a customer and turned around to greet them, only to find him. Freezing for a moment, you stutter a welcome before scurrying off to the kitchen. You hid your face in your palms, your resolve to ignore the tightness in your chest had vanished. A sweetness rushed in, just from seeing him. What hell was wrong with you? Before you knew it, he was already at the register with his item. Why was he so fast today?
After taking a deep breath, you walked down and went through the steps on the routine. Say the amount, take his money, return the change, place his item in the bag, say your farewells, and wait for the next time.
"Welcome back, I missed you", your mind with blank hearing those words.
It wasn't in his usual grunt. It was a deep voice coated in sugar chocolatey richness, with an airy tone. And you felt your soul shatter into pieces. Oh gosh, everything was bursting out. Rushing out like a flood.
"Y-You can't say that", your voice and body trembled while he raised an eyebrow, "I can't, why?"
Opening your tightly shut eyes, you finally looked up at him and whisper terrified, "Because now I can't hide that I like you."
And his eyes widened while you escaped to the kitchen. But of course you couldn't hide from him forever, couldn't hide from his rejection. You knew what he'd say, that you were a foolish young girl who fell in love with a fantasy. Juvenile emotions, he'd scoff and walk away leaving your broken feelings to seep into the cracks of the ground. At some point you wished that he'd just walk off never to be seen again, so that you can remember him with a bitter sweetness. But you had a feeling he wasn't that type of guy.
You were right. When the lights were turned off, doors locked, and everyone walking seperate ways...he was waiting there for you with a blank face. Say it, you begged him in your mind. That you were a happy-go-lucky girl, that someone like you wouldn't know what love was. Because maybe he was right, maybe he wasn't, you were fine with that.
Except he only approached you, one step at a time at a slow pace. And you allowed him into your space, to stand in front and tower over. For his hand to land on your cheek and caress it so sweetly with a light touch. You gulped and bit your lip to void yourself, in case he woke up from whatever spell had been casted and ran off.
Until the black haired man gave a small smile, "Are you okay?", and you squeak out, "Aren't you supposed to reject me now?"
He blinked before chuckling, and you felt yourself drown in a sea of cocoa, "Is that how confessions go these days, I have to reject you?", "W-Well, I just assumed that would happen! I mean, you probably just see me as a kid!"
The twinkle in his eyes grow even more vibrant and he answered, so softly you thought it would be carried away by the wind, "Only assholes would think that. Regardless of age, your feelings are real and I should respect that."
You were thankful to the breeze for cooling your cheeks, because without it you might faint of overheating. Amused he leaned down and asked if you really wanted him to reject you.
"G-Give me a moment", you turn to the side and hold up your arms to block his sight.
Then you squeak feeling a bounce against your inner wrist, you pull them away only for the man to find your nose as a replacement. You whine again and he fits you against his body, breathy laughter tickling your ear like a cloudy marshmallow.
"Alright, we can take it slow."
....
But of course, Shouta had other flavours to him...possessive like lemon cheesecake.
Many people view Shouta as a tired man who couldn't be bothered to lift a hand outside of work. And all of his friends, family, and colleagues would agree. But you disagree with that. Whenever it came to you, Shouta was always 100. Including his mission to keep the 'wolves in sheep clothing' away from you. AKA the guys at your university.
You always assured Shouta that he was the one you wanted and the guys don't really chase after you, but your boyfriends begs to differ. During his intel collecting mission, stalking you, the pro-hero lost count of how many eyes followed you. He grew sour as a lemon seeing some think about approaching you. All the while, you innocently skipped along thinking about your classes. Unforgivable, death to all of them.
That day when your classes were finished, he texted you that he'll be there to pick you up. Confused, you sent a heart anyways and forgot about it for the rest of the day.
"Damn, what's with the crowd of girls?", your male classmate noticed as the two of you walked down to the gates.
You watched as groups of giggling girls with hearts in their eyes running past with their phones out. Thinking it was some kind of idol, you shrugged it off. That was until you reached the mess and your jaws dropped. Because in the eye of the cyclone was your man. Your man who wore a black button up, rolled up to his thick biceps, with matching dress pants and shoes. Not only that, he had cleaned up his appearance.
You huffed seeing girls ask if they could touch his ponytail.
"No, My girlfriend will be here soon so you should leave", the girls pouted, "Come on, it's just a touch~ Is she that possessive she won't let you have any girlfriends?"
After a few seconds he smirked down at them, "Is that really what you think?", one of them scooted up to him until their hips bumped, "What else~?"
Instantly Shouta cringed up like he just ate something tart, "It's more that I don't find you that attractive. You should see how much better she is than you, especially with the way she respects people's space and relationships."
Everyone froze including you at his response.
Then Shouta found you and his face softened, "There she is...with a guy", and Mr Lemon was back.
He flashed in front of you, enveloping you into a tight hug greeting you so sweetly. All the while glaring down the fool who dared to compete with him. The poor boy shrunk away and didn't bother to say goodbye before running off.
You didn't even care, nuzzling into his chest with the brightest grin. Only you could bring out the sugar within this man, the cake like richness that he saved only for you. Noticing this, he smiled and pecked your temple. What a terrible duo.
It only got worse from there, for everyone else. Shouta upgraded his wardrobe and tried his best to pick you up from university as much as possible. Regardless of his new status as the campus eye candy, whether those wolves still lusted after you, all of it would vanish when you stepped through those gates. Because Shouta's sour barrier kept them away while you ate up all that he had to give.
....
And very rarely does he become as bitter as dark chocolate and cherry liqueur.
It's a side that Shouta rarely shows to you. A cold, blunt, and apathetic version of himself that is only reserved for everyone else but you. The version called Eraserhead. Shouta tries to keep Eraserhead and you seperate, but the overlap is inevitable.
Like the time he forgot some paperwork at home so you had to bring it to U.A, only to find him grilling a student with fury radiating out in purple waves. Or when you get to see him in action, rescuing civilians and arresting villains. He's aggressive, dangerous, and icy. And the most memorable was the night you two were invited to a hero celebration party hosted by the government.
Shouta never attends those, he finds it boring and meaningless. However, his mind was changed when he was sent an series of photo from Nemuri. It was of you, dolled up the prettiest gowns with the cutest grin on your face. He sent back a message 'Buy all of them' with his card details, and accepted the invite. All the while unaware that he had started humming, and terrifying the rest of the office.
The night itself started off better than ever. You were bursting with excitement and greeting his colleagues so brightly, there wasn't a single person who wasn't charmed. But of course there will always be some bad apples, even amongst heroes.
As Shouta spoke to the few assemblymen, you had been whisked away by a few female proheroes.
You smiled shyly at their compliments, "Oh aren't you just the most cutest~?", "No wonder Eraserhead immediately snatched you up!", "I mean, who wouldn't want a young and sweet girl! Look, she doesn't even have a callous or bruise on her hand!"
Your smile faltered at the odd...compliment? Was it one?
"Wow, I bet you've never been in a fight before huh?", they giggled to themselves, "Come on, her?! I doubt she would even raise her voice at someone!", "Maybe that's why he likes her, easier to you know!"
The air suddenly felt hostile and you laughed uncomfortably, eyes scanning the room to hopefully find Shouta. After a few seconds, you found him with a few teachers from U.A and sighed in relief, time to escape.
That was until, "Look it's Ms Joke!", and you watched as a woman with sea green hair approach the group.
As you watched her lean in towards him with a teasing smile, whispers from behind echoed in your mind, "Have you met her yet? The two of them are quite close", "Yeah, everyone used to think they were dating!", "It's hard not to when she constantly jokes about it~"
"Joke about what?", a gruff voice spoke up and all of you turn around to find the black haired prohero.
The ominous and bitter look in his eyes made the women around you tense up, "I asked, joke about what?"
No one said a thing and his eyes flickered over to yours, softening but still brewing with abyssal darkness like the liqueur, "Tell me."
You choked up, feeling a child before him about to tattletale. It was so painful, how they were absolutely right. You'll always be a child compared to him, hiding behind his money and authority with a deep well of immature thoughts and feelings. It becomes stuffy in your chest, realising that everything you are and have now is an extension of him.
The hurt on your face was enough to tell him everything, but someone else joins in, "What happened? You all looked so happy humiliating her before?"
Eraserhead turns to the woman beside him, "M-Mirko, what are you saying?", the prohero laughed casually, "What, you thought no one else heard you? Joking that Eraserhead chose her because she's young and docile so he could control her better?"
Your eyes fell to the ground in order to avoid his, shame slowly seeped out through the stinging in your irises.
"Or distort his relationship with Ms Joke, implying something more than friendship?", your body curled noticing the increasing attention.
As the voices grew louder and harsher, you begged the heavens to just vanish into thin air. Suddenly, there were hands covering your ears. You look up to find Eraserhead, mouth shaped into an acrid scowl as his eyes narrow similar to the feeling of sharp alcohol.
He was saying so much, you assume it was very acerbic through everyone else's expression. None of it could you hear, was it someone's quirk? Maybe it was a good thing because in seconds, the situation grows physical. It looked like a bar fight with the way Mirko flies through the air, not a government party filled with proheroes.
The two of you escape the mess and into one of the chauffer cars. It's silent as the two of you collect your thoughts, you could see the driver pray a fight wouldn't start in the car. Then a force pushes your head onto the man's shoulder and your eyes well up again.
"I...I feel so stupid, so n-naive!", your voice cracks and lips lean down to catch your tears.
You feel him return, feel Shouta next to you, the dimensional change from Eraserhead to your sweet man. Sweet like the subtle, fruity, aftertaste of the cherry liqueur. And you cry even harder.
As much as he is proud of his heroism and work ethics, this makes Shouta hope that you and Eraserhead stay in different worlds. Because its a sign, that if Eraserhead is close...then you are in pain.
....
Your smile softens as you continue.
"He treats me as a normal person, always capable of learning more, but not hopeless and defenseless. He teaches me things I don't know patiently, let me figure things out on my own, allow me to be emotional. Because in his words, You should spend your youth free and limitless, reach the skies and if it gets too high...I'll be there to bring you back down".
On the other side of the door, Shouta has the brightest grin on his face. He's giddy, wondering how he should celebrate hearing this. Take you to a nice restaurant? Holiday across Europe? Ideas flood his mind as he walks away, humming softly.
"That's why I call him Bonbon, my Bonbon."
Hi Lovelies, long time no see!
Soz if Aizawa was a bit ooc for you, but that's the beauty of a tsundere! This one was actually very difficult to write because the initial word I had in mind was butterscotch but there wasn't much to write about and everything I could write sounded weird. So yeah, tough time for me.
Anyways, I hoped you guys enjoyed this one and I'll see you another time ✮⋆˙💋ﾒ𝟶ﾒ𝟶💋⋆｡° ✮
Warning: for the Dungeon Collection, dubious consent, rough sex, drunk reader makes sexual advances at unwilling male colleague, yandere ghost, violence
This ring tells the tale of a beautiful love from years and years ago. A romance that surpasses the classes of its time, a pure connection of a nobleman and his lovely common girl. He gifted her this ring, equivalent to a whole diamond mine today, as a symbol of his love and heart. It was a shame that the nobleman died early, they say he died of disease, but at least she was by his side until the last breath.
You doubt that neither the story nor the price was true, but it was a beautiful ring nonetheless. It was a thick golden band and heavily ornamented with intertwined snakes and flowers. The central stone was an old mine cut turquoise with smaller amethysts on either side. At least that's what you were told to justify the steep price for a flea market, but the ring was just calling out to you.
And now you wear it all the time, especially when leaving the house. Somehow you can just never forget to put it on before leaving the house. Even if it doesn't match with your clothes, it just needed to be there. But maybe it was a good thing, because life has been going great for you.
The project you've been stressing about was finally making progress. It was truly a strange situation. The director constantly giving you a hard time just approved everything in one go, he was kind of jittery and pale. And the supplier who kept rising the price broke his leg, which somehow led to him to signing the contract at half the original price.
Then there was that neighbourhood creep the other day. You were going on an afternoon run when he decided to follow you. Weirded out, you tried to ignore him but that made the creep scoot closer until he was right behind you and breathing into your neck. At that point you stopped and told him to back off.
Growing angry, he started shouting when a ball comes out of nowhere and bounces off his face. You gasp and turn to the kid who kicked it, the boy tries to apologise but the man completely blows up. That causes his dad to come out, a giant army man whose bark made the creep piss his pants and run off.
You also suspect its has magical powers, like making you doing things and then making you forget them. Because you swear you left your phone in the car but now its on the coffee table. And you're sure you forgot to bring fresh towels into the bathroom, so why was it in the cupboard? Like how do you keep forgetting that you've already taken the trash out?
All you can say is that ever since you've bought ring, life has become way easier.
....
Coming back from an alcohol filled party dedicated to your successful project, you giggle leaning onto your co-worker for support. He turns on the light of your bedroom and helps you lie down on the bed.
The man sighs as you roll back and forth babbling nonsense, "Geez, why'd you drink so much when you're a lightweight?"
Looking up at his blurry figure, your eyes sparkle before you pounce onto him. He's tackled onto the bed and groans when you sit yourself on top of him. Note to self: let someone take you home next time.
"Oi get off me", he tries to push you off but you whine and bounce in refusal.
A choked noise leaves the man because you're sitting on his pelvis and his hardening rod. Red alert, red alert, he needs to leave now. Your co-worker tries to run away but you catch him and the man screams in horror because you somehow took your shirt off and caught him at the same time in those few seconds.
He sobs as you press against him behind when there's a click, and the two of you turn to the door. The man's face turns pale and he shoves you onto the bed before quickly fleeing back to his car. He fumbles with the car key, almost face planting on your lawn, and slams the door shut. Some of the neighbours go to their window at the sound of a roaring engine so late at night.
You blink at the emptiness before falling flat onto your bed. The next time you open your eyes, there's a figure hovering over you.
Still a little drunk, you beam up at the figure and reach out to him, "You're back~!", your arms wrap around his neck and squish your cheek against him.
The man from your dreams was back.
It all started a few weeks ago when you opened your eyes and found a man hovering over you. You scream and try to scramble away from him, but a silky voice calms you down. He carefully glides towards you with a warm smile
You don't know how, but you came to the conclusion that it was a dream. Maybe it was the fact that he seemed a little translucent, surely if he was real there wouldn't be this white glow around him. So you accept his advances, because this was clearly just a dream. Right?
Plus you can never remember his face even he always makes you lose your breath every time you meet. He also makes you feel so shy with his intense stare, tasting your skin and crevices with his eyes. You'll try to hide under the sheets, and that's when he jumps in with soft cooing.
In your dreams, you have no control over what happens. The man uses his voice to take over your body, moulding you the way he likes and you can only accept whatever he's given you.
It always starts slow, he peppers kisses onto your face until you warm up and cling to him. Then your dreamy man will carefully remove the nightgown as if he's opening a fragile present, gliding his hands from your breasts down to your sides and grips your panties at the hips. He removes them smoothly and return to caressing your body.
Your man takes his time, using his mouth and hands to bring you over the edge. You sing the sweetest tunes for him and hold him like he's your lifeline. He gives back delighted praises and promises you more, he keeps his word every time.
Your nights with him are always pleasurable and delicate. Every orgasm he coaxes is tender and helps your body relax like the best massage. And the moments he chooses are also perfect. A peaceful morning when the particles in the air shimmer like sparkles. A colourful sunset with oranges, pinks, and lavender blurring your vision. In the silence of the night with a million stars and the moonlight makes your bodies glow.
You melt in his embrace and loll out your tongue for him to suck on while he thrusts into your fluttering walls. You moan into the pillow and tremble from the way he grinds into your ass. You beg him to continue even though you're about to pass out, pussy squelching as he hooks your legs over his shoulders.
The next time you wake up, you're glowing and refreshed for the day to come.
You wake up this time completely exhausted and unable to leave the bed. And most importantly, you remember what he looks like. You can only describe him as nothing less than heavenly, like one of those drop dead gorgeous characters from the romance books. Soft chestnut strands that slightly covered his glowing green eyes.
You tense up still feeling his presence. He had been angry last night, angry that you were whoring yourself to some common man. His honey voice hardened as he hissed in your ears.
"You harlot, had I not given you enough that you would open your legs for that bastard?"
You sobbed apologies but he wouldn't accept them, "It seems my kindness lead you to believe you could take advantage of me...I'll have to punish you for this, you'll regret every drop of liquor you consumed."
His eyes were sharp and storming with fury. They made you feel dirty and guilty for ever attempting to throw yourself at another man. He made you look at him the whole night so that you would learn your place.
There was no delicacy last night, it was cruel from the beginning you arrived. His hands gripped your body until it bruised, smacked your pussy and ass until bloomed into red for him. He sucked your neck and bit your nipples until you curled from the soreness. It was his version of purifying your body from that man's touch.
Tears stream down your hot cheeks which he licked up with a deep moan. Your voice goes hoarse from the begging and sobs, he only sneers at you and grips your throat tightly. Everything becomes hazy after that and you dance on the verge of suffocation in his embrace.
Your orgasms come crashing in heavy waves that he has no consideration for. He doesn't even fuck you on the bed, naughty girls don't get that privilege. Instead the man pounds you against the sofa until your lower half goes numb. He lifts you into the air and makes your heart drop every time his grip loosens. Your face gets shoved into the mirror so you can see what the filth you were.
Lastly, he makes you kneel on the ground and shoves his length down your throat. You cough and gag around it until he lets out a gasp and warm globs slide down into your stomach.
The last thing you see is a pained expression from the man towering over you, and then you're gone.
Now you deal with the aftermath by yourself, whimpering from the pain of every movement. Thank goodness it was your day off. You stumble into the bathroom and sit in the shower. With all your might, you turn the shower on and flinch at the cold water. But it also helps soothe your body, numbing the sore muscles and burning bites.
Finally feeling a bit better, you get yourself out of the shower and heat up some soup. You also prepare some hot tea for later on knowing that your throat was going to burning the whole day.
You only got to eat half of your simple meal before your doorbell was ringing. Without much thought, you ignore it thinking that it was some salesman. That was until the visitor started banging on your door and shouting. Ah, that was going to be your cousin.
"What the hell took you so long?", you raise an eyebrow at the audacity of this bitch, "You're lucky I even opened the door. What the fuck do you want?"
She scoffs and mutters, "Would've broken it down if you didn't. Anyways! I need a place to crash, let me stay over", you glance down at her giant bags and smile, "Hell no."
Before you could shut the door, she's shoving it back further, "What!? Why not?!", you roll your eyes, "Uhh I dunno, maybe because you went after my sister's boyfriend?"
The girl clicks her tongue, "You serious? Why do you care, it was your sister!? Plus she doesn't even care anymore!", you laugh in disbelief, "Because she's my sister and I fucking hate sluts like you! And she doesn't care because karma served you through the STD you got!"
With a scream she pushes her way into the house, you grunt stumbling back into the vase your mother bought and it shatters into a million pieces on the ground. The mess doesn't end there because the goddam bitch tries to wreck your house.
Keyword: tries. Because the moment she tries to throw your soup across the place, it's coming right back at her. Your eyes widen as liquid drips down her face while the bowl settles on her head like a hat. What the fuck was happening?
A piercing shriek escapes her when your cushion flies to her mouth and plugs it up. The bowl falls off and the bitch gets to witness the ceramic shards rise to the air and circle her. You've become frozen watching a sharp piece graze her cheek and she whimpers.
Then in the reflection of the black TV screen, you see him. The man from your dreams. And he has the most evil grin spread across his face, one that would make all of the serial killers cower in their cells. It stretches into impossible territory for human and you gulp.
"S-Stop, please?", he immediately snaps to you with a blank look before meeting your eyes in the screen.
The ghost tilts his head and you try to smile, "Just...kick her out?", he frowns and motions to snapping her neck, "No! No-", "What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
His face distorts into fury at the way she shouts at you and sharp claws reaches for her stomach, "Ahhh!", you fall to the ground.
In that moment you don't even have to look to feel his presence. And you wonder how you've never noticed it until now. With a soft smile, your head falls to where his shoulder would be.
"Let her go, you and I have a lot to talk about."
That was all he needed to hear before your cousin was being thrown across the street and the door locks. Your breath hitches as everything reverse to before she arrived and he starts forming in front of you.
"You were very mean last night", you huffed and he leans in unimpressed, "My angel was found dancing for another man, what was I supposed to do?"
You roll your eyes as he carries you to the couch, "I was drunk!", "Indeed, foolishly drunk. I expect that not to happen again."
He doesn't let you argue, smothering your face with kisses and smirks at your irritation, "What a con artist, gentleman my ass", you grumble, "Never said I was."
The brunette man nuzzles into your neck and runs his hand across your body. Instantly, all the pain he gave you disappears and you sigh in relief. You bathe in his apologetic touches and his voice becomes the lullaby you need to drift off to sleep.
The last thing you hear in his embrace is, "You are mine, forever and ever. And I'll kill anyone that dares to touch what is mine."
Sakusa is insecure about not being a good boyfriend, expressive or affectionate.
Kiyoomi Sakusa is not prince charming, one could say he was the complete opposite. He was honest and blunt about how he felt, the things he disliked. Sakusa hated germs and crowds, he avoided people as much as possible. The only he had going for him was his looks and volleyball, which didn't compensate for much.
That's why Sakusa realised he spent all of his luck on dating you. The 'everyone's friend' girl, the personification of bubbly, and cuteness all in one bundle. The world let out a gasp when you two revealed your relationship, why and how did this happen? Don't ask him, everything happened in a blink of an eye and now he has the sunshine next to him everyday.
And it's not he treats you differently. You two don't really touch, the most that happens is a hug in private. View this incident here.
Evidence #1 - At School
It's been a week since he's started dating you and Sakusa's getting tired of the stares. Yes, he understands that you two shouldn't be together-get over it!
"Ha ha, everyone's a little restless about the news eh?", Motoya laugh trying to lift the spirits up but its not working.
He lets out a sigh behind the mask, maybe he should just break up with you? It seems like a shitty thing to do, but this is getting a little ridiculous.
"Sakun~! Good morning~!", confused he turns around and sees you lunging for him.
You've clearly just woken up from the way there are strands sticking out at the back. There's also a grain of rice stuck to the corner of your mouth, like always. And the way you're running tells him that you forgot some books today, most likely History.
Instincts take over and he slides to the left, you blink in confusion as the ground suddenly zooms towards you. Motoya jaws drop as you face plant and lie flat on the ground, others also gather around and some make a side-glance at Sakusa. However, he doesn't do a single thing. You giggle and wave everyone off, turning to the boy with beam. Everyone frowns as the two of you walk off.
Verdict: should've helped you up but didn't
He doesn't really talk much, you mainly chat his ear off, and when he does its always a diss.
Evidence #2 - Shopping with your sister
On a rare day where Sakusa agrees to go out with you, the two of you follows your older sister to go shopping since she has all of the membership cards. While she's a little weirded by him, the kid is nothing like how you describe him, she's willing to give him a chance.
At first he's polite, he thanks you for buying him a cool shirt and her for the discount. After that is where everything falls apart. She and him wait outside the dressing room for you to come out in the dress she chose.
"I'm out, how do I look?"
You look cute in the sundress with daisy prints, she grins but Sakusa goes, "You look a little chubby, and you also look ten."
Her jaws drop while you laugh, "Are you serious?! No!", and run back inside to change.
Your older sister is fuming because not only did he insult you, he insulted her eye for fashion! Unforgivable!
That's why when Sakusa leaves the table at the cafe to go to the bathroom, she's letting out everything and seething.
"That bastard, who does he think he is?! Only I get to make fun of you, call you chubby, and ten! What is he?! He's been your little boyfriend for two months and now he thinks he gets that right?!"
You soothe her by feeding her pieces of cake, "Come on, Sakun wasn't that rude and he was right", "Hey, whose side are you on right now?! What's gonna happen when you bring him home to meet our parents?! Our ancestors will roll in their graves!"
"Hey hey you're thinking a little too far!", you sigh, "He's only like that in front of people, otherwise Sakun's pretty sweet", she snorts, "So he only humiliates you in public?"
Sakusa hides behind the corner for a bit longer until she's fully calmed down. He peeks out from behind the corner and watches as you play with your earlobe, tired of trying to play civil.
He also doesn't wear the shirt just yet, it's still in his closet in the shopping bag and folded neatly.
Verdict: should've just said you looked cute
You two also rarely hang outside of school, he says you see each other everyday and he has volleyball so its not possible.
Evidence #3 - training camp (made up for plot sake)
He's been at the volleyball training camp since Monday, and only today on Wednesday has Sakusa decided to contact you. You don't call him because he most likely won't pick up or will just tell you to call back at another time.
While everyone's getting ready for sleep, Sakusa sneaks away and face-times you.
"Sakun!", you pick up after one ring and he stares down at your giddy smile, "...Hey."
You're belly-down on the bed and the mirror on the side shows your legs kicking back and forth. The volleyball player notices your hair is a little damp and small droplets drips down onto the fluffy robe you're wearing. He doesn't get to say much after that, its predominantly you telling him about what happened at school. It becomes white noise and he only tunes back in when you've trailed off.
The boy lets out a sigh, "What's wrong with you", he can see your legs have stopped as you pout and murmur, "Well, I just miss you a lot."
The ridiculousness makes him snort, "Idiot, its been two days", your whining zooming closer on the screen, ""That's sooo long though, don't you miss me~?"
Nothing is aggravating him but he shoots back, "Not at all, you're annoying as hell", you gasp and wail from the other side, "Sakun, you're so mean~!"
Sakusa entertains you for a little longer before he's hanging up.
After a tired sigh, he turns around and scowls because literally the whole camp is there watching him like a soap opera, "You fu-", "Wow you're a complete jerk", Washio shuts him down.
Everyone claps in agreement and he clicks his tongue, "Mind your own business", then Oikawa grins like the Cheshire cat, "My my, I wonder if you'll be saying that when she has a new guy~", his partner elbows him, "Shut up Shittykawa, no need to state the obvious."
He's getting pissed off now.
Then the blonde twin from Inarizaki doubles down, "I have to say, she sounds adorable and I'm sure she's pretty as well. Why don't you share her number so one of us can actually take care of her~!", the two idiots from Karasuno join in, "Here here, that's no way to treat any girl you bastard!", "Well said Nishinoya, gimme her contacts bastard!"
He rolls his eyes before focusing on that creepy captain from Nekoma smiling at him, "Captain, I have his phone!", the lankly Russian shouts running away from him.
Sakusa growls as marches over while they find your contact photo, the bikini pic you sent to him ages ago. He snatches it back while they go wild, these motherfuckers are gonna turn him into a killer.
"Damn buddy, why are you being like this?!", Sakusa hears all sorts of complaints behind him as he returns to his room.
Verdict: should've said he missed you too
No one really likes you dating him, they think he's a toxic person. And maybe he is, there's always someone calling him 'rude' or a 'jerk'. Sometimes, Sakusa wonders why you two are dating at all. What was it that you saw in him that random day you asked him out? It's completely taken over his mind, he can't focus on volleyball or school.
His frustration grows and grows as no solution appears, what the hell do people want him to do? What the hell do you want from him? What the hell does he want to do?
....
Making your way down to the front seats of the stadium, you suddenly hear your name being called. Curious you turn back and see a friend from primary school. Excitedly, the two of you run to each other and have an emotional hug comparable to the ones in the movie.
"Yeah! I'm here to support Inarizaki! You're here for Itachiyama!", you giggle and point to Sakusa, "Yeah, that's my man right there~"
She gasps excitedly at the boy's looks, "Oh my gosh, girl you caught a huge fish!", the two of you go wild and everyone else glances over uncomfortably.
As the game starts, the two of you are drawn into the intensity. Sakusa is sweating profusely as he battles against Inarizaki, eyes completely focused on the ball like a hawk. And you're sitting there silently amazed...and getting slightly hot because he's so fucking hot. He was cute and handsome before, but holy shit you caught the biggest fish there was.
Finally the game ends with Itachiyama winning and you cackling making fun of your friend, "How's it feel loser?!", "Ugh this shame! You watch next time, your boytoy is going down!", "Hey leave him out of this!"
You gasp and look down at the court to see Sakusa staring at you, immediately you were jumping up and down waving wildly, "Sakun!"
He blinks for a moment before walking off with his team, "Uhhh what was that all about?", your friend asks confused but you're too busy giggling, "He's so cute!"
As the two of you make your way out of the stadium, your friend brings it up again and you tense up feeling it start again. If it was anything else, you would've just given up at that point. But! It was your Sakun so you will defend him forever.
....
Finally free from the locker room talk, Sakusa tries to find you. He spots you quite quickly, you're facing a row of plants with a girl from Inarizaki. As the boy approaches, he can see your body shift uncomfortably and frown.
"I said we're perfectly fine", "Come on, what kind of boyfriend does that? I know you're letting him get away with being mean and rude because he's your first, but you can do so much better!"
The volleyball player froze. He watches as she suggests a few of her friends, pulling her phone to show pictures of friendly and charming guys that would suit you so much better. And nothing hurts more than the way you scan them silently, as if you're actually considering it.
Before he knows it, Sakusa is calling out to you. As the friend panics and runs away, you beam and bounce towards him like nothing happened. He stares at the distance you keep, how your hands to reach out half way but pull back after. Even as you two walk home and your talking like usual, he sees the other couples holding hands and linking arms. It makes Sakusa uncomfortable and a tight feeling grows inside him. Even now he doesn't want to hold your hand, doesn't want to scoot closer to you.
"Sakun?", oh somehow he's already at your house.
The right thing to do would be to say his farewells and go home, but he can't. You stand at the entrance and smile softly with a strange look in your eyes. His heart isn't working anymore, it knows you want to break up with him. And for the first time in your relationship, Sakusa feels horror and dread.
The boy also realises what everyone and he wants from himself, for Kiyoomi Sakusa to be normal. Why couldn't he have learnt from his verdicts, why can't he just be like everybody else? You must want the same and now that he couldn't accomplish that, you've given up.
"Sakusa", you've even stopped using the nickname, "Come here."
You pull him inside the house by his bag straps, there's no strength but he follows to get the last bits of affection he can get from you. In the living room, the two of you sit with a little distance in between. This must be your last test, his last chance. He just has to do something, hug you, kiss you, something like that? His eyes stare down at the emptiness as if it'll close up if he does.
"Sakusa", his eyes trail up to your soft smile, "I love you, and I know you love me too."
There's a lump in his throat, how do you know? No one else does, not even Sakusa himself knows.
"Can I touch you?", it takes him a few seconds to stutter a nod.
With a whisper you reach out, "Your eyes", he instinctively closes them and allows you to graze his eyelids, "They're the windows to your soul", feel his eyelashes, "And they're always following me", the skin below his eyes, "Staring at me like I'm the most precious thing."
It comes as a revelation to Sakusa, you were completely right. Even before you approached him with your confession, his eyes has always been following you from afar. Staring at the back of your head in class, trailing your flowing hair in the hallway, observing the way you spoke, smile, laughed. And then meeting your sparkling eyes on that 'random day' when everything started.
You're in his lap now, cupping his cheeks and pressing your lips against his eyes, "I hate that they've made you forget the way you look at me. Your gaze is so different from all of them. I don't have to make you laugh, have to comfort you, help you in anyway, and yet you still look I'm the prize you don't deserve."
His mask finally comes off and you coo at his deep flush, "Oh Sakun, you're the prettiest boy with the prettiest eyes and the prettiest heart", kissing his jawline.
The change in the atmosphere makes him hide away against your neck, but you still imagine to fluster him by playing with his rosy ears.
You murmur against his hair, "Never feel pressured to step out of your boundaries. It's you and I in relationship. As long as we're happy, you don't need to worry about them."
He looks up at you again like you've descended from the skies and you coo against his lips, "Just keep looking at me, don't let those eyes stray anywhere else."
Sakusa should feel embarrassed at the way he whines for you, but your kisses makes his mind go blank. And he wonders if everyone else gets as hot and dazed he's getting now. Your prettiest boy allows your voice to fill every crevice in his ears and your hands to explore him like no other. All the while meeting your hungry eyes.
....
You'll never forgive the people that made Sakusa forget he wears his heart on his sleeve. Because his love travels from his eyes to his action.
From sneaking the History book you 'forgot' in your bag, to the first pair of earrings he gifted you that looked way better, to the daily photos from that training camp he started sending after that phone call. Sakusa has always shown you that he loved you, so what if the normal people couldn't understand?
But you do have to thank them, because it was this progression that allowed you to become the centre of Sakusa's everything. His eyes, his heart, his thoughts. You smile feeling the boy dig his face into your chest, your fingers fall to his back where you trace every ripple and ridge that slightly twitch with your movements.
"H-Hey, that tickles", he stutters and you giggle hugging him tightly, "Sorry pretty boy~"
Hi Lovelies, I hoped you carnivores enjoyed pretty boy Sakusa!
One of my favourite troupes is 'scary misunderstood' guy that turns into 'shy cuddly bear' after meeting the perfect partner! *chef's kiss*
When Toji first met you, you were as plain as an apple.
Just a regular girl that would never catch his attention on the street. The only reason why he even looked your way was because you were neighbours with the two things that he helped create.
You kept to yourself, never making life difficult for the two but also never going out of your way to help them. At least that's what he saw every now and then, across the street from the rundown apartment building.
So you can imagine his shock when he sneaks inside the place only to find you seated in the middle of the tiny room, carefully darning Megumi's shirt. Despite him not making a single rustle, your head turns to the unlocked door. Your eyes lock with the giant black haired man, and Toji watches as your expression becomes sour like a bad apple.
"Huh, so you're the deadbeat father? Don't even think about stealing money, they don't have any thanks to some one", you sneer.
And he shouldn't be like this, because you were a nobody, but a deep anger flares up in his stomach. How dare you look down on him like those bastards did, even though you were the one living in a moldy box? Toji never got a chance to express his fury because a mug flies to his head and he catches it with a scowl.
You're still on the tatami floor darning like a good mother, "Get out, find a ditch and rot in it."
What a bad apple, don't you know who is standing before you? He could kill you in a flash, tear you to shreds, crush your neck like it was nothing. Green eyes stare down at you and imagine your face distorting into fear, horror, desperation. And to his shock...he couldn't see it.
"Ow fuck!", he was too caught up with his thoughts to dodge the rusty alarm clock, "Fuck off, shithead! Next time its a knife!"
Toji leaves, not because of your threat, hell no! It was because he wouldn't know what he'd do if he were to stay any longer. Irked at losing to a plain apple, he goes off to relieve his stress. Maybe grab a hot chick or hide away in a casino...he doesn't have any money though, shit.
....
"We're home!", you turn to two children busy taking off their shoes, "Welcome back Tsumiki, Megumi", you answer softly.
Tsumiki beams and runs into your arms, Megumi trails behind and latches onto your side. You chuckle, use a sugary apple tone telling them to wash their hands before eating dinner. It was nothing special, some cheap meat stir fry and vegetable soup with white rice, but they eat it up like its the best meal on Earth. Afterwards, you coo at Megumi to bathe while helping Tsumiki with her homework. When they switch, the little boy sits in your lap and finishes his grammar homework with his tongue poking out.
A giant shadow watches you like a creep, with a strange feeling swirling inside. Apple sweetness seeps out of you for the children to soak up, children that had no relation to you. Tsumiki and Megumi looks at you like you were the perfect apple, just the right amount of sweetness and crisp along with that fresh aroma. They cling to you and try to take as much as they could possible get.
You rock them to sleep even though they should be old enough to sleep by themselves, humming a soft lullaby. They're tucked into bed and snoring away by the time you sneak back to your apartment. You stop at the entrance because he was inside, sitting in the middle like it was his house.
"I knew you'd come back", you sigh and head inside flicking the lights on.
He's covered in blood and dirt, piercing green eyes stare at you behind the grimy and red mess. Toji sees your face turn sour and he suddenly feels a dread, that's not what you're supposed to do. You didn't with them when Tsumiki spills the soy sauce all over your dress, when Megumi walked in completely covered in mud, when they fling food everywhere whilst trying to speak.
"Oi, at least use my shower if you're going to sneak in. Look at the mess you've made", you click your tongue and point to the shower.
You meet the pair of glowing green eyes, lighthouses looking for the right direction, "Go, I'll heat up some leftovers for you."
Toji stands in the bath allowing the water to turn a copper colour, he could stay there forever. But you would grumble about the waste, so the man gets out and wraps himself with the fluffy towel. He was about to go out bare when green eyes noticed the folded clothes next to the sink. Somehow in that time, you've already washed and dried his clothes.
Toji exits the bathroom and sees you watching something on that ancient TV, a little grainy with sound that glitches every now and then. Next to you was a small wooden table and food, steaming white rice with slices of egg rolls and a side of soup. He understands why the children eat the way they do, Toji finishes everything in minutes and for once feels full even though he could eat three more servings.
Green eyes finally glances up at you, to see you watching with a soft smile. The black haired man visualises the nectar leaking out of your cracks. And he wonders what a girl like you was doing in this part of town, why an apple sweet heart was living in this garbage area. The dishes are cleared and the giant sits there, amused and embarrassed by the way his fingers fiddle. What does he do now? Get lost and find somewhere else to sleep? Does he repay you with sex?
"Just sleep, dumb ass", you flick his forehead and he jolts spinning around.
Oh, you've already showered and the lights have been turned off. That's a no for sex then.
Slipping underneath the blanket, you snuggle into your futon. Toji casually just lies back and rests his head on his arm, this tatami has nothing on the other floor he's had to sleep on. In fact, this was on the better side of things.
You giggle, "Idiot, come here", the man turns over to find you holding the blanket to reveal the empty space on the futon, "Why would I make sleep like that?"
He gets drawn in by the pretty smile you have on, and carefully lie down beside you. How odd, Toji was known as 'sex on legs' and yet he was here barely breathing so he wouldn't annoy you. Straight as a plank so you two would never touch. He'll probably just stay up to make sure your hands don't graze.
....
It's been a week since that night. You woke up the next morning to find that he's vanished, you shrug it off since that was expected.
Life goes on without him, you get busy as travel season arrives and people start booking you for tours around the city. While its tiring and stressful, the money is completely worth it and the photos you bring back for the children always makes it better. On the days where you could be out from early morning to nightfall, you let the children into your place where they can microwave food. You tell them to go back to their apartment, but the two always says that they can't sleep without you.
It was on a rare free day, you spin the pen while calculating your expenses. You grin seeing the remaining zeros in your bank, maybe you'll take the two out to the zoo and some barbecue afterwards. Then the door clicks open and your head snaps towards it, a robbery in broad daylight?
"...I'm sorry, when did you start living here?"
The black haired man smirks, strolling in with a bag swung over his shoulder, "Miss me much?", you raise an eyebrow, "Shook off the prude act did you?", he scowls at the reminder, "Shut up."
Sitting across from you, he throws the bag onto the table and you hear the heavy thud. You narrow your eyes at him but Toji only motions you to open it with a smug look. Carefully unzipping the bag, you peak inside to see the stacks of bills. Your sweetness grows sour and rotten.
"Where did you get this money from?", "Working?", he frowns because why are you scowling, "Working as what? A thief, a drug dealer, an underground fighter, a porn star, tell me!"
Green eyes sharpen, "Don't raise your voice at me", you laugh and sneer, "Don't tell me a murderer...fuck off", you shove the bag his way, "Fuck off and don't come back, don't ever show your face back here!"
You stand up and he follows, towering over your figure, "What's your problem? I just gave you five times the amount you made this week, you should be thanking me", he growled and you glare back, "Did I tell you to do that? To kill someone and bring me the money? No, I didn't, so don't justify this shit using me! You're a killer, a lowlife, worthless shit!"
In an instant, there's a tight grip around your throat and he leans in hissing, "Don't fucking test me, I can kill you in a blink of an eye."
But you smile like you've won, "Like I said, worthless piece of shit. Is that something you should be proud of, brag to me? That you can easily kill someone? That's the kind of person, the adult, the man you want to be?"
Your eyes widen as you make him falter, "You're nothing, less than the dirt you sleep with. No love, no family, no true friends, you're a completely pathetic loner. Just a clump of muscle to die alone...is that what you want to be?"
Before Toji knows it, he's out of that place holding the bag of money and remembering your last words, "If you want to keep living like that, then do those kids a favour and plan your own funeral."
....
The days pass as you and Toji think about what happens now.
Like last time, life goes on for you. There are bills to pay, food to put on the table, someone else's kids to take care of. But he's always lingering in the back on your mind, the defeated expression haunting your sleeps. Maybe you went too far, pushed him over the edge and now another life has been wasted. Those two never got to know their mothers, and now they'll never see their father.
Toji on the other hand had been cooped up in some temporary hideout, wondering what the hell he should do. He knew you were right, that you hit every weak point without a twitch of a finger. However...he's too far in, has done too much, has made too many enemies, has too many scars to forget. Toji wasn't meant to stay by your side, because he would only sour you into a bad apple.
But he also can't forget that night. How good it felt to take a warm shower, have clean clothes, eat a home cooked meal, sleep on a soft mattress and fluffy pillow. To not be alone and miserable. It's been so long since Toji has felt this weak, all he wants to do is fall asleep next to you.
So he sneaks into your place in the middle of the night, and sees your sleeping figure under the blanket. He first sits down beside you, observing your peaceful expression. It was so delicate, too fragile to be around him.
"Are you just going to sit there and watch me?"
You blink waiting for him to do something, but he's frozen and stuck to the floor. So you take your chance and pounce on him, too little compared to Toji to even make him budge. You end up curled in his lap, the blanket loosely thrown around him. Perfect.
Your voice comes out in a soft tone, "Give it a go. This world is your oyster as long as you take the chance. Just try to live a better life, for your children, for the ghosts around you, for yourself. "
Toji never responded, but you got your answer from the way his arms wrapped around you tightly. He drifts off to sleep with his face buried in your neck and feels the tension leave his body. Maybe this could work out, if its you.
....
"What are you doing here, you deadbeat man?"
He looks up from the ground to see Megumi glaring at him, "Oi, I still have it in me to give you a good spanking", his younger clone snorts, "When did you ever have it in you?"
He hates how right the kid is. Even if Megumi were to swear at him like an Irish man, Toji would only go and sulk to you. It probably has something to do with him not being there for Megumi since he came into this world.
"What are you doing here?", Toji smirks and pushes himself off the Bentley, "What do you mean, I'm just a good father here to pick up his lovely son~", the latter gives him a disgusted look, "Like hell you'd do that."
It's absolutely true, as if he'd go out of his way to pick the ungrateful brat up from high school. Plus, its tiring the way he has to ignore all of the housewives drooling over his muscles. They're not even trying to be discreet, evening making their children befriend Megumi to reach him. Those brats also have their own motives, always asking Toji to get a signature from the A-lists he stunt doubles for. But it was your orders, something about picking the kid up and go clothes shopping for a family dinner.
"Come on, let's get out of here before their panties get wetter", the boy feels queasy and Toji cackles, "I'm telling Mum!"
As he drives off, the black haired man feels his heart flutter at the way the children refers to you. It's perfect family, you're the perfect couple with two gorgeous children on their way to becoming adults. Of course, it wasn't accomplished overnight. While Tsumiki had no problem calling you two her parents, Megumi was different.
He resented Toji for a long time. For abandoning him when he was only a small boy, for leeching onto you...for bringing her presence into the house. The small photo frame of his real mother haunts him, it's a constant reminder that you could leave him any moment because there was no obligation. Toji gave up after a week, hiding her away in his wallet. But you made him put it back up despite all of the boy's tears.
"B-But don't you hate it?", "What do I hate, love?", he sniffles as giant tears fall down, "T-That I'm not yours, that t-the deadbeat cares about her?"
A chuckle escapes you as Megumi hides away in your arms, "Didn't I tell you not to call him that?", "...He deserves it."
Letting out a sigh, you reach out to caress the young lady inside the frame, "Your mum seems like a wonderful woman, I'm not surprised Toji loves her...I imagine if she was still alive, your dad would've stayed on the right track. She would've been a loving mother and wife, it would be disrespectful of me to let her beauty rot away just so I could feel secure."
You pull away and nuzzle into his hair, "Besides, I'm getting a little too old to be playing games with ghosts. Maybe in my teens, but I have bigger things to worry about now. If Toji can't see me without remembering her, then I have no reason to entertain him. But you'll always be my Megumi, my adorable boy, my child."
In that moment, you were the apple of his eye. A gift from the world that he thought abandoned him. And somewhere in his heart, he feels the same as Megumi. He should've met you first, long ago before anyone else. You two should've been together and happier years ago, Tsumiki and Megumi should've been born from you. You would've set him straight ages ago, turn him into the responsible father he is today.
But he learns to let it go, you taught him that. To move on from his past, to accept his flaws, to feel compassion and love, to cry and bleed, to smile and laugh.
"Dad, Megumi!", the exact copies wearing matching black suits see a blue ball of fluff bouncing about in front of the restaurant.
It's Tsumiki and whatever that thing she decided to wear. You place a hand on her shoulder to calm her down and Toji's breath hitches when he fully takes you in. It was really nothing extravagant, just a pretty apple red dress and the cheap earrings he bought you with his first check.
But it's you, so he falls in love all over again for the sweetest apple.
Hi Lovelies, hoped you guys enjoyed this!
Even though I think Toji might be a little too out of character, I always imagined him to be this confused giant when it comes to receiving affection and love. I hope the apple metaphor and motif wasn't too annoying, it felt a little...cringe in some areas but I just thought apple and couldn't look back!
