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the colonel’s girl ♡

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⊹ ࣪ ˖ hiii, i've really debated on posting this or not since it is self-ship but i've gotten lot of questions about / requests for more up against the wall lately so i thought i'd give a lil background on where and how their relationship started. up against the wall was originally remzai as well but i converted it to x reader because i know not everyone wants to dive into ocs. this has been in my drafts for awhile though so i'm keeping it as is. sfw / no tws. lemme know whatcha think (i have a ton of these remzai snippets if you guys end up liking them lol), luv u ♡⊹ ࣪ ˖

It was the third time in four weeks that Rem had lost control, destroying yet another civilian building and once again putting Port Mafia in even more unanticipated hot water. Mori’s patience with her had been wearing thin since he’d realized just how hard she was to control— how volatile her emotions were and how directly they were tied to her ability. What he had thought would be a useful tool was proving to be more trouble than she was worth. He’d dealt with his fair share of chaos, but he had completely underestimated the hell that was a teenage girl.

Dazai’s stare had practically been burning holes into her for the entirety of their debriefing. What should’ve been a standard post-mission assessment had turned into a longwinded threat for all three of them. Dazai and Chuuya were supposed to be capable of watching and mentoring her— according to Mori, there was no excuse as to why the two of them weren’t able to stop her from breaking down the way she did. Chuuya had crossed his arms over his chest, mumbling something under his breath about how he never signed up to be a babysitter. Dazai merely nodded, trying to keep his eye-rolling to a minimum.

But Rem…

Rem had sunken into herself completely, one of her usual over-sized cardigans swallowing her whole as she used her bangs to shield herself from the rest of the room. Her hands were visibly shaking at her sides, tears threatening to spill over the more Mori laid into her. The lights flickered faintly above them as she once again struggled to keep her composure. This had become a weekly occurrence— a conversation that only got heavier and more defeating with each time it resurfaced. Her voice was barely above a whisper by the time she left his office, swiftly making an escape down the hall the minute they were dismissed.

Dazai lazily tucked his hands into his pockets, letting his curiosity get the better of him as he found himself following behind her from a distance. In the year that he’d spent working with Port Mafia, he’d never seen anyone quite like her. He was used to hard exteriors and arrogance. People who either never knew when to shut up or those who clung to their anonymity like a sword and shield. She was… soft. Quiet but far too out of place to go unnoticed. Local newspapers had deemed her “The Ghost Girl of Yokohama” after she’d been spotted unexplainably appearing and vanishing around the city as a child, but no one would ever know just how fitting the nickname was for her. She was constantly disappearing— constantly slipping in and out of reality with the way she retreated so wholeheartedly into her own mind when life got too overwhelming.

He rounded the corner, picking up his pace as she headed into the training room, sneaking in right behind her with precisely practiced stealth. With how clouded her mind was from the day that she had, Dazai was able to trail behind her completely undetected. He stood in the corner of the room, hidden behind a stack of crates that were used for combat training when a scream ripped through the soundproof room, her small frame dropping to the floor in frustration as she finally let the tears from earlier pour out without restraint.

He tilted his head, watching the storm begin to unfold. Every crate and piece of workout equipment within a five-foot radius of her was suddenly lifted up off of the ground, an iridescent energy surrounding them before they were promptly slammed into the wall one by one. He felt the ground shake with each object that she sent hurling into oblivion, tears still streaming down her face as her breathing came out in short, desperate intervals.

Mori was right— her emotions were unfettered, but where he saw her unpredictably as something that needed to be disposed of, Dazai saw untapped potential. She wasn’t nearly as erratic as Mori made her out to be, she just required more attention and care than he was willing to give. Her outbursts were frequent, but they weren’t exactly hard to figure out. Nearly every mission that she’d failed had all started off with the same point of error: someone had criticized her.

Dazai watched her from across the room, watched the raw rage that flowed freely around her as she continued on with her wave of destruction. It didn’t take the keenest observer to understand why she behaved the way she did. With her background of being bounced between foster homes after her parents had all but sold her off to the highest bidder, it was no wonder she operated on such a vicious mix of anxiety and perfectionism. She was so conditioned to having to prove her worth that even the slightest critique would send her spiraling.

It wasn’t until the last crate had been obliterated that Dazai finally emerged from the shadows, approaching her with a level of indifference that only he could pull off. “So, you’re the one who keeps wrecking this room, huh?”

Her head immediately snapped towards his, warmth decorating her cheeks as she realized that he’d been there the entire time. Her hands flew to her face, the sleeves of her cardigan dabbing at her glossy eyes. “Please, don’t—” She stammered. “I mean, I’m sure Mori already knows it’s been me, but I…”

“Don’t need another lecture from him?” He finished, crouching down to become eye-level with her, her embarrassment only becoming more transparent the closer he got. “I won’t say anything, but it would probably do you some good to take this anger out somewhere else. Somewhere less… obvious.” He smirked.

Her eyes were wide and hesitant as they met his, her breath catching in her throat as she gave him a low nod. “Yeah,” she said softly, “you’re probably right.”

“There’s an abandoned warehouse about a mile from here— right on the outskirts of the city, hardly any traffic down there. I could take you sometime, if you wanted.”

Her face felt like it had caught fire, her gaze swiftly averting from his as she shook her head in protest. “You don’t have to do that.” Her sleeve catching another rogue tear that had fallen. “I’m a burden enough as it is for you and Chuuya, I don’t want you to—”

The air between them was suddenly thick as his bandaged fingers reached out to pull her hand away from her cheek, leaving her completely vulnerable to his dark stare. “You’re not a burden.”

He kept his touch light and his voice steady as he noted the shift in her demeanor— the palpable sense of relief that seemed to sweep over her from that one sentence alone, like she’d been waiting years just to hear it.

He couldn’t help but wonder if it hurt to be as transparent as she was, to be so see-through that it had only taken him a few short months to figure her out entirely. She didn’t respond well to threats or raised voices— no, what she needed was something much gentler. Someone to encourage and guide her, someone to defend and protect her. Someone who held the confidence and conviction that she lacked.

What had been a severe misstep on Mori’s part was proving to be an impossibly easy opportunity for Dazai as he traced along her jawline, watching the way her pupils dilated for him so effortlessly.

There it was— the one thing that she wanted and feared the absolute most: for someone to finally see her.

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I hope this isn’t bothering or pressuring you but I really wished you write more dazai fanfic! I’m in love with each one and especially “up against the wall” (if I remember the name correctly) but i love your other works too!!

Hi bby <3 you’re not bothering me or pressuring me at all! I’m really glad you like my Dazai fics, Up Against the Wall was one of my faves to write tbh

I’ve been slowly chipping away at my drafts so I promise to have some new stuff up soon and I have two for Dazai that I’ve been working on, I will *for sure* have at least one new fic up by this weekend if not tomorrow 🩵

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my aura is ♡ shaped

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♡When she's the one you got it baby girl♡

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guess what we're doing today?

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((sorry for my lil hiatus, life really had me by the throat the last few months but i'm finally ready to get some of these drafts knocked out and posted, thnx for being so patient with me, ily all ‎v much ♡))

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I saw a reference on Pinterest the other day and KNEW I had to make it about skk.

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“Oh I’d rather be with you

‘Cause good men die too, so I’d rather be with you…”

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Know that it ain't real cherry!

Megumi x Reader

NSFW fem!reader // megumi

warnings; blowjob, no dialogue, prettyboy megs, lots of kissing, reader wears lipgloss but flavour and colour isn't specified so up to you to decide that. (800~ words)

Note; is it obvious that I was listening to 'Candy' by Doja Cat while writing this?

Enjoy~

Megumi.

Prettyboy Megumi with his pretty lashes and delicately sharp features, features that are arguably almost prettier than yours.

The same Megumi who's grip on your hips right now is almost vice like, pretty hands digging into the flesh under your clothes. His head is thrown back slightly against the chair, soft sighs leaving his mouth as your lips attach themselves to his neck, leaving faint, glossy smudges in their wake.

He can feel the sticky residue remain on his skin even after you lift your lips off and move to another spot, this time wrapping your lips around his adams apple, and as your tongue swipes across his skin once more, he can't help but let out a small groan at the sensation.

It's all so hot. His face, his neck, your skin, your mouth on his neck, you. Everything around him seems to merge into one massive blur of hot sensations.

He sighs as you run your hands down his chest, moving them gently over the dip of his waist, eliciting a small shudder from him. He lowers his head slightly, gaze flicking over your face as he takes in the sight of you, the way you grin at him, the way your gloss is smeared over your lips slightly, it's all so hot that it makes him feel almost shy.

You let out a soft hum, bringing your lips down to his in a kiss that he gladly returns, relishing in the taste of your gloss on his tongue. His hands move up to your back, gripping at your shirt as your tongues press against eachother, neither more dominant than the other, simply coexisting along eachother.

You pull away and his lips follow yours, but the hands you place on his cheeks stop him from closing the gap once more. You gaze over his face, observing the way his eyes meet yours and lips mimic the way yours rest slightly agape.

Tilting his face slightly, you press one final glossy kiss to his jaw before sliding off his lap and positioning yourself in between his legs, hands moving gently over his fabric covered thighs.

His face goes a few shades darker, unable to say anything or break eye contact, he simply watches as you do your thing, lifting his hips slightly when your fingers begin to tug them down, letting you lower them midway down his thighs.

He lets out a soft groan when you press your lips and leave a shiny mark right above the waistband of his boxers, fingers hooking into it and sliding it down to join his pants, eyes fluttering shut as you free him from the confines of the fabric restraints.

It's when your hand wraps around the base that his eyes fly open and he's met with your lips pressing around the tip, that he finally lets out a breathy curse, hand flying to grip your hair.

You smile, swiping your tongue over the leaking tip, collecting the small droplets that gather there in your mouth. Megumi doesn't often make much noise in bed, typically not going further than a few groans and sighs, but you just know when he starts swearing that you're in for a fun night.

Taking the head into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it, you stroke the length that isn't occupied by your mouth with your hand, brushing the flat bit of your tongue over the underside of the head when you feel him throb.

His hand tightens in your hair as he throws his head back again, eyes fluttering shut as his breathing gets heavier. The way your mouth works him is almost too much, and he feels himself falling apart with every stroke of your hand, every swirl of your tongue causing a strangled sound to escape from his mouth.

When you finally take him in fully, he can't help but let out a moan, gripping your hair as he attempts to hold on for a bit longer, but when you hollow out your cheeks and he feels himself press against the back of your throat he swears he sees stars.

You're just so warm and wet, and the way your lips wrap around him and leave glossy marks over the base when you bob your head, it's too much. He tries to warn you but all that comes out is a breathless moan when you lower your head again that he get's pushed over the edge, cum going down your throat as you swallow around him.

He feels so dirty doing this, and his cheeks heat up as he averts his gaze, feeling slightly sorry that you had to deal with that, but when you pull off and move up to press your glossy lips to his and he once again tastes that sweet flavour, he finds the guilt forgotten as he finds himself too lost in the feel of your lips to worry about anything.

You're just so good to him, how could he not get lost in those glossy, artificially flavoured lips of yours?

Requests are open!

Masterlist

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angry sex >:)

࿐ Thighs shaking, your mind fuzzy as you try to keep a grip onto sanity. Every plap and fwop forcing a grunt and whine out of you.

“Sh- ghh..shut the fuck..” It was obvious he was drowning in pleasure but he tried his best not to show it. Biting his lip like drool wasn’t spilling from the corner of his mouth.

Megumi’s tried his best to make his small ‘shut up’s’ and degrading remarks come off as rude but in truth it was because every squeak, shaky breath, and whine you let out made his legs wobbly and his toes curl.

His permanent frown faltering every time he hits your g-spot.

Minutes before this you two were bickering. Just like yesterday, and the day before, and so on.

How did we get here?

You try to recall but you can hardly even think, feeling pain in between your shoulder and neck. Megumi biting down as he picked up the pace.

He really wasn’t showing mercy. Did you piss him off that much? From the looks of it he was clearly as dazed as you were. Subconsciously kissing and making out with the bite marks he branded you with, his dark hair messier than usual.

After all the glares his green eyes gave you, you never once thought you’d see them in such a submissive state.

Oh- right. You hate this guy. You clench down on him, forcing a lewd gasp out of him, his voice cracking.

You hear him whisper something along the lines of I hate you so much.

For some reason it sounded so much better than all the pervious times.

Note to self; never let THIS happen again.

MAKE SURE YOU TOP HIM NEXT TIME!!

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Look how pretty 🩵✨

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With canon JJK, I fear we moved on from the fact that Fushiguro Megumi and Gojo Satoru are destined to find each other in different lifetimes a little too fast.

The symbolism of the cosmically intertwined Ten Shadows and Six Eyes techniques is such a tragic and beautiful part of their relationship. Like, these techniques being born in tandem is more than just coincidence—it's destiny forcing them to meet, to clash, and to perpetuate this endless cycle. And yet, Gojo and Megumi break the cycle.

They don’t fulfill the roles they were “meant” to. Instead of enemies locked in an eternal dance of death, they form a bond that redefines what their connection could mean: not rivals but father and son, protector and ward, teacher and student. It's such a powerful narrative decision because it’s about choice over fate. Gojo chooses to love and protect Megumi rather than see him as a rival or enemy. Megumi, in turn, chooses to trust Gojo, even though he’s the one who killed his father.

But THEN, in canon, when Sukuna takes over Megumi’s body, it’s like the universe forcing them back into the cycle—dragging them back to their predestined roles. And Gojo, knowing full well what this means, still refuses to kill Megumi. His love for Megumi overrides destiny itself. And when they fight, only Gojo dies, breaking the ultimate rule of their intertwined fates.

This makes Gojo’s death even more heartbreaking because it’s not just about Sukuna winning. It’s about Gojo literally sacrificing himself to break the curse of their shared destiny. He doesn’t want to perpetuate the cycle anymore, even if it costs him his life. He’s teaching Megumi one last lesson: You don’t have to be what the world wants you to be.

Gojo and Megumi were destined to destroy each other, but instead, they became each other’s salvation.

😭😭 JUST END ME ALREADY.

THEY'RE FATHER AND SON UR HONOR

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hi rem!! was wondering if you would consider making a part two of high enough heh, or something similar. i’ve reread it like four times, i love the contrast of sweet but toxic megumi 😮‍💨

hi bby, thank you so much! ♡ i really love sweet / toxic megumi too. i don't know if i'll ever do a part two since my euphoria fics are usually standalone— but, i do have a megumi x gojo one that exists in the same universe and i also have one specifically for gojo if you wanna check either of those out ♡♡♡

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panel redraw my old faithful ♡ ref: