#alternate universe - yakuza

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Y0 alternative ending , nishiki survives the explosion.

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#nishikiryumonth

Day 29: Alternative universe

"Happily ever after"

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I return to make fanart of possibly the PEAKEST TADC AU of all time by @burrotello.

Added my own twist on things!

"BRING THAT SHIT POMNI!!!"

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Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)  MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit 

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con 

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Prostitution, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F 

Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s), Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Original Female Character(s), Ieiri Shoko & Iori Utahime 

Major Characters: Original Characters, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Okkotsu Yuuta, Toudou Aoi, Zenin Naobito, Zenin Jinichi, Zenin, Zenin Ougi, Fushiguro Megumi, Kamo Clan, Nitta Akari, Inumaki Toge, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Kusakabe Atsuya, Muta Kokichi, Itadori Yuuji, Hakari Kinji

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Chapter 17　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

The room was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that pressed down on the chest, making it hard to breathe. The air was thick with the scent of incense, though the sticks had long since burned out, leaving only a thin trail of smoke that spiraled upward before dissipating into nothingness. A solitary figure sat at a table, his back straight, shoulders tense. In front of him, a small pile of ashes sat in an ornate, yet impersonal urn. There was no picture, no flowers, no mementos—just ashes and silence.

He sat there, hands clenched tightly in his lap, the fabric of his black suit pulling slightly at the seams. The suit was new, stiff and uncomfortable, bought for this occasion, though the occasion itself felt more like an insult than a tribute. The absence of others was palpable; the emptiness of the room spoke louder than any eulogy could have. This was supposed to be a funeral, but it felt more like a mockery—a cold, indifferent gesture from a clan that cared so little about the man who had been reduced to ash.

The anger simmered just beneath the surface, bubbling up like magma in a volcano, threatening to erupt at any moment. His jaw clenched, the muscles tensing as he fought to keep his emotions in check. But it was a losing battle. The anger was too strong, too deep-rooted. How could they do this? How could they show such blatant disregard for someone who, despite everything, was still one of them? The man in front of him—his father—had been many things, but he was still blood. And yet, they couldn’t even be bothered to attend his funeral.

The door creaked open behind him, and a figure stepped inside, the sound of footsteps echoing through the empty room. He didn’t turn around, didn’t acknowledge the presence behind him. He knew who it was before the man even spoke.

“So… this is it, huh?” The voice was casual, almost dismissive, as if commenting on the weather rather than the remains of a family member. “Shame, really. He could have been something, but… well, you know how it is.”

The man standing at the doorway offered a half-hearted sigh, the kind that didn’t reach his eyes, before giving a perfunctory nod toward the urn. “He’ll be missed… or whatever.”

The words were empty, devoid of any real sentiment or care. There was no emotion in them, no weight. They were just words—hollow, meaningless. With that, the man turned on his heel and walked out, the door creaking shut behind him.

The silence returned, heavier now, suffocating. The figure seated at the table slowly stood, his fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles were white. His breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as he fought to contain the storm raging inside him. But no tears fell. There were no tears left for this. Just anger—pure, unadulterated anger.

He stared at the urn for a moment longer, the anger building until it was nearly unbearable. And then, without a word, he turned and stormed out of the empty funeral parlor, leaving the ashes—and the indifference of his clan—behind.

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The office was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the walls. The heavy scent of tobacco hung in the air, mingling with the sterile scent of old paper and polished wood. Nanami sat behind his desk, his hands clasped together, eyes fixed on the man lounging across from him. Gojo, as usual, was anything but professional. He was tipped back in his chair, legs casually propped up on the desk, his thick sunglasses completely obscuring his eyes. A cigarette dangled lazily from his lips, the smoke curling upward in thin wisps.

Nanami’s jaw clenched slightly at the sight, but he held his tongue. He knew there was no point in telling Gojo to sit properly. It would just lead to another pointless argument, and Nanami didn’t have the energy for that. Not today. He had more important matters to discuss, and Gojo’s antics, as irritating as they were, weren’t going to distract him.

“I’m going to ask you about some information I’ve found,” Nanami began, his voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of tension, “And I need the truth from you, Gojo.”

Gojo flicked down his sunglasses with a single finger, his bright blue eyes locking onto Nanami’s. He stared for a moment, the weight of his gaze almost oppressive, before he shrugged lightly. “Sure, whatever,” he said, his tone as nonchalant as ever.

Nanami resisted the urge to sigh in frustration. He needed to keep his composure, needed to stay focused. “What do you know about Q.N.?” he asked, his tone direct, cutting through the thick air between them.

Gojo’s expression shifted, the easy smile fading slightly as he leaned back in his chair, the cigarette forgotten between his fingers. He sighed deeply, rubbing his face with his free hand, clearly weighing his words before he spoke. “I know that Q.N. had a hand in all of this,” he finally admitted, his voice lower, more serious, “They were the one who wanted Sarah to be the vessel for Sukuna. They set up the ritual, made sure everything was in place.”

Nanami’s eyes narrowed slightly. This was more than he had expected Gojo to admit. "Anything else?" He pressed.

Gojo’s jaw tightened, his hand dropping from his face. “My mother was the only one who defended me from Q.N. when I took Sarah in after the ritual," he said quietly, "When I kept her locked away, sedated with whatever I could get, I was trying to figure out what the hell to do next. No one else in the clan gave a shit. They were all too busy fighting their own battles, playing their own games and trying to take her from me.”

Nanami took a deep breath, considering his next words carefully. “I’ve found some information that will likely upset you,” he said slowly, watching Gojo’s reaction.

Gojo sat up slightly, his casual demeanor slipping as he focused on Nanami. “What is it?” he asked, his voice tense.

Nanami leaned forward, his eyes serious. “With the information we found in Malaysia, along with everything Sarah uncovered over the years, and the intel from the art auction and one of Tenjiku’s informants… I’ve discovered that Q.N. is a Gojo clan member.”

Gojo’s eyes flashed with anger, but there was no surprise in them. He had suspected as much. But before he could speak, Nanami continued, his voice steady but carrying a weight that made Gojo pause.

“Q.N. stands for Queen of Night.”

Gojo’s hands clenched into fists, the cigarette crumbling between his fingers. “Why are you saying it like that?” he asked, his voice low, dangerous.

Nanami didn’t flinch. “Queen of Night,” he repeated, emphasizing each word, “Does that phrase mean anything to you? Specifically, does it relate to any of the Gojo elders? Someone with a particular affinity for night-blooming cactus plants, perhaps?”

Gojo’s eyes went wide, his breath catching in his throat. He shot up from his chair, moving toward the door with a sudden, desperate urgency. “I have to go,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Nanami was on his feet in an instant, blocking Gojo’s path. “You can’t just leave, Gojo,” he said firmly, his hand on Gojo’s chest to stop him, “This information could be enough to end the war. You need to stay and help us figure this out.”

“This is more than just a shitty war!” Gojo snapped, his voice rising as he tried to push past Nanami, “You don’t understand—”

“Then make me understand!” Nanami retorted, his own frustration finally breaking through. “You always do this—running off, doing your own thing, leaving us to clean up the mess. But this time, it’s different. We need to know who Q.N. is, and we need to know now.”

Gojo’s eyes blazed with anger, but there was something else there too—something deeper, more painful. He looked at Nanami for a long moment, the room heavy with tension, before finally, he broke.

“It’s my Mother,” he spat out, the words dripping with bitterness, “Q.N. is my Mother.”

Nanami’s eyes widened, the revelation hitting him like a punch to the gut. He stepped back, giving Gojo space as the implications of what he had just learned settled in.

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, his entire body trembling with barely-contained rage. “She’s the one behind all of this,” he said, his voice raw, “She’s the one who orchestrated everything. She bought her... she... she's the one who made Sarah the vessel then tried to... She tried to get rid of her at Tenjiku too... I don't know why I didn't see it...”

The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of the truth pressing down on them both. Nanami stared at Gojo, seeing the pain and anger in his eyes, and for the first time, truly understanding the burden he carried.

“We have to stop her,” Nanami finally said, his voice quiet but resolute, “Whatever it takes, we have to stop her.”

"What the fuck is she trying to do?" Gojo gritted, "Have you figured it out?"

"Not the end goal, no," Nanami said, "We just know the plan with Sarah was to create the blood based drug from her and create curses. Q.N. has been wise and not written down anything more than dates and numbers mostly."

"No convenient manifestos?" Gojo chuckled darkly, his eyes on the floor as he shook his head, "Figures. That sneaky bitch." Gojo looked up at Nanami again and asked, "Did you find out what she was drugging me with?"

Nanami paused. He was taken aback by the straightforward question, assuming Gojo wouldn't have asked. "She was dosing you with a mix of oxycodone and various herbs," Nanami murmured, "It started sometime around 2003."

"Right," Gojo said, his voice tense, "Yeah, that makes sense. That's around when I was getting too close to Sarah."

"Gojo," Nanami started, unsure how to word what he wanted to say, "I am sorry, for what happened to you. I can't imagine how confusing and difficult it must have been to be under the influence so young and without your own knowledge... But I--."

"Yeah," Gojo replied, cutting him off, "I get it. I know. You don't have to say anything."

"No, I should," Nanami said, "I've been very harsh with you about some matters before I learned everything. I still think that you're too unpredictable and have little discipline, but I apologize for how I spoke to you about your past. It's not your fault. What happened back then was out of your control and I apologize for implying it was."

"Thanks..." Gojo said softly, the corner of his lips twitching into a small smile for a moment, "I'm sorry I've had such a hard time with all of this. I'm really trying but--"

"There's no more time for trying," Nanami said, cutting him off with his stern demeanor returning, "We have no more time to try anything. We have to do it and commit to our decisions."

"I need to go find my mother," Gojo said as his fists were clenching again, "Especially before... Anyone else does."

"Who else would have figured this out?" Nanami asked, but Gojo only shook his head.

"Let's just get Suguru," Gojo said, opening the door, "We need to get over to Kyoto and talk to her right now."

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"More," Geto gritted out with his face buried in the crook of Rin's shoulder. The bed beneath them creaked with each heavy thrust, the headboard tapping on the wall.

"That's it darling," he huffed, "No need to be afraid...  More, please?"

Rin whimpered, her eyes rolling back as he continued to fuck her. Deep and languid, he was taking his time to savor every inch of her. He inhaled the scent of her skin, the mix of his cigarettes on her breath with that sickening copper tinge of blood.

"More, huh?" She purred.

"More," he whispered urgently. "More, darling. Please... I need more."

She whined again, her legs locking around his waist. Her nails dug deeper into his back, her moan of pleasure blending with his own moan of pain.

"Good girl," he gasped into her ear, those heavy thrusts getting faster and shallower and sloppier.

Warm blood dripped between her fingers, gliding down his back in streaking beads. The tracks left were raw, still oozing as the air stung on the exposed flesh.

"Mmn! Fuck!" He grunted out his words between breaths, "Fuck, that burns. Dig those nails deeper, baby. Deeper, now. Drag them harder."

His arms wrapped around her tighter. Faster, shakier and desperate. His breath mixed with a hissing growl before he pleaded.

"Can you hurt me some more?"

She huffed, her hips canting up and a foot falling back down into the sheets. Her toes curled as he thrust harder and harder, her nails raking down his back and her head pressing back into the pillow.

Sweat dripped off his chin while be nudged her head up to kiss her. Her nails withdrew from his muscles and he moaned into her open mouth, the sound melting into a breathless chuckle.

"I'm cumming..." he gasped out, "Nn! Baby, I'm-- I'm cumming!"

He panted, his open mouth against hers and his ears buzzing. She squirmed beneath him, his seed seeping out through their connection.

"Just one more, hmm? Help me get there?" He whispered, gently placing his forehead to hers.

Rin's eyes were sparkling, eager for another. She grinned at him, the stain of his blood still on her teeth. "Now where?" She mumbled, wetting her lips with her tongue.

"Throat p-please," he mumbled out, his voice strained "Choke me, darling. Dig your nails into my-- my--mmnn!! Yeah! R-right there, right there—"

Rin's nails dug in when her fingers curled around his throat, the thin skin breaking easily. The sun peaking through the blinds reflected off the shiny tracks down his cheeks, the tears of pain rolling freely and mixing with the fresh blood from his neck. He coughed and choked out a moan as she squeezed tighter, his cock hardening again in her cunt. His thin eyes were barely cracked open, his pale skin flushing red.

"F-fuh-uck!" He gasped, his nose pressing into her cheek as his hips slowly surged forward. His legs trembled before she released her hold and he inhaled deeply.

"Again... Again!" He pleaded, pressing his mouth sloppily to hers, panting too hard to seal their lips. His tongue hung loosely in her mouth and his breath hitched when her fingers wrapped around again.

The veins in his neck popped out from the exertion and he choked again. Her nails sliced new red crescents into his skin

"Agh—" he coughed out, "It-- It h-hurts— Aah!!"

"That's what you wanted," she said with a grin, his eyes rolling back, "You asked, you got it slut."

Her words were... Wrong... Not something she would say. His eyes shot open, refocusing. Not Rin... Not her... No wonder it didn't hurt right. No wonder she wasn't crying those sweet tears... Instead Boe smirked at him, her tongue caught between her teeth in a gleeful smirk.

He sighed, and buried his face into her shoulder, kissing her neck. She shuddered as his sharp canines broke skin and found blood.

"My turn," he mumbled, "Sit still for me..."

The door burst open and Geto barely slowed his thrusts, lifting his head to look blearily at the intruders. He barely registered Gojo's white hair before he heard the dark chuckle from his best friend's lips.

"Oh shit, so you just fuck anyone huh?" He said, not to Geto but to Boe.

Boe shrugged, running her fingertips down the deep scratches down Geto's back, "So what? You mad?"

"Bitch, I don't give a--"

"Can I-- nn! Can I have a minute please?" Geto huffed as he sat up. He clicked his tongue, looking down in disgust at Boe before he said, "... The moment was ruined anyway."

"Not my fault," she shrugged as she rolled onto her front to reach for the cigarettes on the end table, "I don't know what kind of shit she used to say to you."

Nanami peeked over his shoulder, still facing away in the doorway. Geto's eyes flicked over to the blond for a moment, an uncomfortable tension building between them for a beat before Gojo plopped down on the bed and lit a cigarette off of Boe's.

"We gotta go see my mom," Gojo grumbled, "Turns out her ass is Q.N., can you believe that?"

Boe and Geto shared a look this time before Geto shifted to get out of bed. He politely laid the sheet over Boe's naked body before he got up to get dressed. The cuts on his neck and back slowly faded as the reverse cursed energy kicked in, but he still grabbed a towel to wipe the excess blood off with a towel hanging off the dresser.

"So... Nothin'?" Gojo asked, "Nothin' to say about that or--"

"I'm thinking, Satoru." Geto snapped.

Gojo blinked, surprised by his outburst. Geto immediately ran a hand through his hair before he looked back and smiled at Satoru, "I'm sorry. Just the blue balls talking..."

"My bad man," Gojo said with a smirk, "Want us to leave?"

"Fuck that," Boe laughed, "Moods gone already." She slipped her top on then playfully nudged Gojo's chin with her fist, "Unless you both--"

"Boe."

"Or all threeee?" Her grin widened as Nanami tried to interject, laughing as he turned away with an angry grunt. The uncomfortable silence was filled with the shifting of clothes as Geto and Boe dressed.

On her way out, she walked up to him and stood on her toes to whisper. "Be careful. Don't let them know the plan, hmm?"

Geto watched her leave, scowling as she brushed her hand down Nanami's thigh with a laugh. Nanami cleared his throat, stepping into the room once she was gone. "That girl is dangerous," he mumbled, "What was she up to?"

"Nothing important," Geto said, smiling as he pulled on a blazer over his red silk shirt, "Now, what was it you two needed? What kind of fun are we up to today?"

Gojo, for once, didn’t have a witty retort. He pushed his sunglasses up onto his head, revealing eyes that were stormy with unresolved emotions. He said, "We need to see my mother. Now."

Geto frowned, sensing something deeper beneath Gojo's terse words. "Why the rush?" He asked, "What's happening?"

Gojo’s eyes flickered with something close to desperation. "We need to get to her before anyone else does," he said, wringing his hands.

Nanami glanced at Gojo, his own expression carefully neutral, though there was a hint of worry in his eyes. "You’ve said that before, Gojo. What aren’t you telling us?" He asked.

Gojo ran a hand through his hair, clearly frustrated, but the anxiety in his movements was unmistakable. "I promise, I’ll tell you everything once I get the details myself," he said, "But right now, we need to move. There’s no time to waste."

Geto studied Gojo for a long moment, trying to read the emotions hidden behind his friend’s usually impenetrable mask. But whatever he saw there was enough to convince him. He nodded, slipping his feet into his shoes by the door. "Alright. Let’s go."

The three of them moved quickly, their footsteps echoing down the corridor as they made their way out. But as they reached the entrance, they came to a sudden stop. Standing in the way, was Megumi Zen'in. His eyes were dark, almost black, filled with a murderous intent that made the three older men pause.

Gojo’s expression shifted to a glare, but there was a hint of something softer, something almost pained in his gaze. "Move aside, Megumi," he said coldly, "I really don’t want to have to kill a kid today."

Megumi didn’t move. He just stared at them, his face contorted in a mix of rage and despair. Nanami, sensing the volatility of the situation, spoke up, his voice calm but firm, "Megumi, if you need to talk to Itadori—"

"Shut up!" Megumi's shout was like a thunderclap, silencing everything around them. His hands were shaking, and as he shouted, a small plastic baggie slipped from his fingers and fell to the ground.

The sight of the baggie sent a shockwave through the three older men. It wasn’t just any baggie. It was filled with a fine, dark powder—cursed energy residue. The implications were immediate and terrifying.

Before they could react, Megumi's cursed technique surged out of control. Shadow creatures erupted from the darkness, twisting and writhing like nightmares given form. The air crackled with cursed energy, and the world around them was swallowed by darkness.

"Shit!" Gojo swore, immediately activating his Infinity as the shadows surged toward them. He didn’t want to hurt Megumi, but the power pouring out of the boy was overwhelming, a force of nature that threatened to consume everything in its path.

Geto and Nanami were quick to follow suit, their own techniques flaring to life. Geto summoned curses to counter the shadow creatures, while Nanami used his ratio technique to strike with precision, aiming to incapacitate rather than kill.

But Megumi was relentless. His anger and pain fueled his cursed technique as the drug made it wild and uncontrollable. The shadows moved like a living thing, coiling and striking with lethal intent. The battle was fierce, the older men struggling to keep up with the onslaught while trying not to seriously injure Megumi.

Gojo’s usual smirk was gone, replaced by a look of grim determination. He could see the pain in Megumi’s eyes, the darkness that had taken hold of him, and it twisted something deep inside him. But there was no time to dwell on it. They had to stop him before he tore himself apart.

With a sudden burst of energy, Gojo unleashed a powerful blast of cursed energy, dispersing the shadows around him. "Enough!" he shouted, his voice carrying a command that echoed through the darkness.

The force of Gojo's attack momentarily stunned Megumi, giving Nanami the opening he needed. With a precise strike, he aimed for a pressure point, knocking Megumi out cold.

The shadows dissipated immediately, the cursed energy vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. The air was thick with the aftermath of battle, the ground littered with the remnants of shadow creatures.

The three men gathered around Megumi’s unconscious form, their breaths heavy with exertion. Nanami knelt down, checking Megumi’s pulse with a practiced hand. Relief washed over him as he found it steady, though faint.

“He’s alive,” Nanami confirmed, his voice tinged with exhaustion. He looked up at Gojo, who was staring down at Megumi with an unreadable expression.

The silence that followed was heavy, almost suffocating. The hallway seemed to close in around them, the air thick with tension. Geto broke the silence with a statement that sent a chill through the room.

"We should kill him," he said, his voice calm, almost too calm, as if he were suggesting something as mundane as what to have for dinner.

Gojo’s brows furrowed, his gaze snapping to Geto. He stared at his friend, trying to understand what he had just heard. There was confusion in his eyes, but more than that, there was a deep sense of betrayal. "What the hell are you saying, Suguru?" He asked, his voice hushed.

Nanami, however, reacted immediately, his expression hardening with disbelief. "No. Absolutely not." He said, His voice was firm, leaving no room for doubt. "Megumi is a child, barely more than sixteen years old," he said, "He’s hardly to blame for the actions of his elders. His death would be no better than Toji killing Fumiya."

Geto didn’t flinch at Nanami’s words. His eyes, usually warm and inviting, were cold, almost calculating as he explained his reasoning. "It’s necessary," he explained calmly, "If we want to end this war, we have to strike a blow that will make the Zen'in hesitate, make them reconsider their actions. Megumi is likely their strongest asset, their greatest hope for the future. Removing him would force them to back off."

Nanami shook his head, his anger barely contained. "He’s a child, Suguru!" He nearly shouted, "This isn’t a war against children. What kind of message does that send? How does killing him benefit anyone?"

Geto’s gaze didn’t waver, his expression unyielding. "He’s a child who came here to kill, Nanami," he continued, "He was ready to take our lives and took that drug to have the power to do it. You saw it yourself—his cursed technique was out of control. If we let him go, who’s to say he won’t come back stronger, more dangerous? And next time, we might not be able to stop him."

Nanami stared at Geto, a sinking feeling settling in his gut. There was something different in Geto’s eyes, something darker, more resolute. The man who had once been his comrade, someone he trusted implicitly despite their differences, now seemed like a stranger. There had always been tension between them, ideological differences that they often butted heads over, but this…this was something else. A deep-seated hatred that Nanami didn’t recognize, something that made his blood run cold.

"Under no circumstances should Megumi be killed," Nanami said again, his voice low and dangerous, "We are not executioners. We’re supposed to be protectors."

Geto’s expression didn’t change. "And I’m saying this as a protector," he said, "Sometimes, to protect the greater good, sacrifices must be made."

Before the argument could escalate further, Gojo intervened, picking up Megumi’s unconscious form with ease. "Fuck this," he said, his tone brokering no argument, "We’re not killing him. We’ll keep him captive. That should solve the problem for now."

The decision made, Gojo carried Megumi out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he descended to the basement level. The tension in the room didn’t dissipate with his departure; if anything, it grew thicker, heavier.

Geto and Nanami were left alone, the silence between them thick with unspoken words. Nanami’s deep scowl clashed with Geto’s easy, almost mocking smile. The air between them was charged, a battle of wills playing out in the space of a few heartbeats.

Nanami knew something was wrong. The Geto he knew would never have suggested killing a child, no matter the circumstances. But the man standing before him now was different, changed in ways Nanami couldn’t yet understand. There was a darkness in his eyes, a bitterness that Nanami had never seen before. It made him wary, made him question everything he thought he knew about his comrade.

Even when Gojo returned, urging them to leave quickly, Nanami couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong. His better judgment screamed at him to confront Geto, to demand answers, but he ignored it, choosing instead to trust in the bond they had shared for so long.

As they left the building, the air was thick with tension and uncertainty. Nanami’s mind was filled with questions, doubts gnawing at him, but he kept them to himself. There would be time for answers later, he told himself.

Geto trailed behind ever so slightly. The tension from their earlier exchange lingered in the air like a dense fog, but he moved with an unsettling calm, as if nothing had transpired. His hand slipped into his pocket, fingers brushing over the cool surface of his phone. With practiced ease, he pulled it out and quickly typed a message, his thumb flying over the screen with a precision that spoke of familiarity. The dark grin that curled his lips was brief, quickly hidden away as he hit send and pocketed the device again.

Neither Gojo nor Nanami seemed to notice, their attention focused elsewhere—Gojo, lost in thought, likely contemplating the implications of what they’d just witnessed, and Nanami, still fuming silently over their earlier conversation. Geto caught up to them easily, his face a mask of serene indifference, but for a fleeting moment, there was a glint in his eyes, something cruel and sharp that flickered and then vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

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A faint beep interrupted the silence in a dimly lit bedroom. A phone screen illuminated, casting a pale blue glow over the face of the man slouched in bed. He was sprawled lazily across the mattress, an expression of boredom etched into his features. But as the text pinged on his phone, his eyes flickered with interest, and a wicked grin began to creep across his lips. The boredom evaporated in an instant, replaced by something far darker, more menacing.

He straightened up, a low chuckle bubbling up from his throat. It was a sound filled with malice, a dark giggle that reverberated in the quiet room. The message on his phone was short, but it was enough. Enough to stir the twisted satisfaction that lay coiled within him.

His fingers danced across the screen in reply, his smile growing wider with each tap. The anticipation of what was to come sent a thrill through him, and he could hardly contain his excitement. The time for boredom had passed; now there was only the thrill of the game, the pleasure of playing his part in the grand scheme that was unfolding.

With a final tap, he sent his reply and got up from the bed, his movements fluid and purposeful. That dark giggle escaped his lips once more as he grabbed his jacket, pulling it on with a flourish. There was a gleam in his eyes, a glint of something dangerously unhinged, as he made his way to the door. He paused for a moment, glancing back at the room as if savoring the last vestiges of the quiet before the storm.

And then he was gone, the door clicking shut behind him as he stepped out into the hall, that wicked smile never leaving his face. The game was on, and Hakari was more than ready to play his part.

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By 🔗lesyarei7 - Sep 13, 2024 🅻🆄🆂🆃🆈 🅹🆄🆂🆃🅸🅲🅴

Madara is a highly esteemed lawyer in Japan. You were facing difficult legal issues that could potentially leave you homeless if not properly handled. A once-trusted relative had stabbed you in the back, weaponizing your darkest secrets in a ruthless blackmail attempt. Feeling desperate, you remembered that Madara, who is only 31 years of age, was renowned as the top attorney in Tokyo. As his former employee, you had recently left your job at a call center after working there for 2 months due to family health concerns. Before that, you spent 6 months working under him at the law firm.  Despite his busy schedule, Madara had sometimes chatted with you during your time as his employee. He even once offered to drive you home. So you decided to reach out to him for help.

Your heart is racing in your chest, a mixture of panic and desperation overwhelming you. Madara stands before you, listening intently as you explain your dire financial situation. You have no money at the moment, but you need help immediately. With a heavy heart, you offer to take a loan from him and pay him back once the case is resolved. He nods, his piercing gaze probing for more details. "Y/n," he interrupts, his voice low but unwavering. "I will help you. But on one condition..." He pauses, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. "If the case is successful, you will sleep with me instead of paying me back." He doesn’t blink, but there’s something beneath his words — hesitation? A flicker of vulnerability was quickly masked by his usual stoic expression. Something flickers in his eyes — a brief flash of uncertainty before his mask of control slips back into place. Could he be nervous too?

Your jaw drops at his brazen demand, and you find yourself dumbfounded. You are stunned at such a proposition. It's not that Madara isn't attractive or your type, it's just so unexpected and sudden that your stomach clenches in discomfort. You have never been the type to give yourself to a man so easily, especially not one that you barely know. Sure, you have met Madara before and he has given you rides home occasionally, but that was the extent of your relationship. Anger rises within you at his disrespectful proposal, but it's quickly overshadowed by fear. What would happen if I walked away? The thought of losing everything weighs heavily on your mind. You can't just call him a filthy motherfucker and walk away, as much as you want to. Your breath quickens, and you feel trapped between your principles and the reality of your situation. This is not how I imagined saving myself. Every instinct screams at me to walk away... but I can’t afford to. Still, desperation gnaws at your resolve, and with a heavy sigh, you reluctantly agree. The words taste bitter in your mouth, but you need his help, no matter the cost.

"Very well," Madara responds coolly, accepting your terms as if they were nothing. You take a deep breath and begin to give him all the detailed information about your legal issues, grateful for his help but also feeling uneasy about the price you may have to pay in the end.

Two long, grueling weeks had passed since the intense battle with your relative. Throughout the ordeal, you found yourself noticing little things about Madara that you hadn't before — the way his lips curled when he was deep in thought, or how his gaze lingered just a moment too long on yours. You couldn't deny the small rush that came every time his hand brushed yours while exchanging documents. But you pushed those feelings down. There was too much at stake to let your emotions complicate things. Yet, with each passing day, a subtle tension grew between you, and you wondered if Madara felt it too.

Now, standing before Madara on the day of your triumph, it was time to fulfill your promise to pay him.

"Meet me today at 7," he reminded you in his smooth, confident voice. "I'll send a taxi to you." You couldn't help but feel a rush of warmth and embarrassment flood through you, causing your cheeks to turn as red as a ripe tomato as he winked at you, knowing that he could see right through your nervousness. "I'll throw you the address," he added playfully as if it was some kind of game between the two of you.

You donned a form-fitting black dress that hugged your curves and let your long hair flow loose down your back. As you made your way to his apartment, you couldn't help but feel like a prostitute going to meet her client. It was your own fault for agreeing to this arrangement... despite the flurry of thoughts running through your mind, you were filled with worry and confusion. Throughout the entire time you had worked on the case together, Madara had been nothing but reserved and aloof. His true emotions were always hidden behind a mask of calm professionalism.  How would he behave? As if sensing your thoughts, Madara stood near a huge window in a pristine white open-collar shirt and fitted black pants. His chiseled features and sharp jawline only added to his already overwhelming handsomeness. "Come on in, y/n," he beckoned, gesturing towards the plush leather couches arranged in front of him.

Madara loomed over you, his towering figure casting a shadow over your body. His hot breath tickled your skin as he leaned in, causing your heart to flutter with a mixture of fear and excitement. Madara's breath was hot on your neck, sending shivers down your spine. Your heart raced in your chest, unable to control its erratic beating with him so near. "You're so tense, my dear. Are you afraid? Don't worry, I won't bite...unless you want me to." His voice dripped with seductive amusement as he flashed a wicked smirk. You were rendered speechless, completely lost in his intense gaze and forgetting how to take a breath.

Your words were barely audible as you mumbled, "I just... it's so wrong..." Your gaze dropped to the floor, unable to meet Madara's piercing stare. A sudden movement caught your attention as Madara turned away, his broad back now facing you.

"Just leave, Y/N," he said, his voice heavy with something you hadn’t heard before — regret. His gaze softened, no longer the cold, calculating lawyer but a man wrestling with emotions he wasn’t used to. He glanced away for a moment, jaw tense. “I don’t want to force you into anything,” he added, quieter now as if speaking more to himself than to you. Your eyes widened in surprise and confusion. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.  "I don't want to force you into anything," he continued, his tone softer now. "I won't find any satisfaction in having sex with someone who doesn't truly want it." You couldn't help but think about payment, knowing that was your only means of survival in this twisted world. "But what about payment?" you managed to say through the rush of thoughts. "Forget it," he said dismissively. "Your well-being is more important than any monetary compensation." His words caught you off guard, a glimmer of something resembling kindness shining through his hardened exterior. "You couldn't put a price on something that should be given freely and willingly." Madara continued, sipping a drink and looking out the window.

Your heart raced as you looked up at Madara's intense gaze. "It's not that I don't want you," you muttered, your voice shaking slightly. "It's just all happening so suddenly and fast for me..." You couldn't deny the strong attraction between the two of you, but you needed time to process everything before taking things further.

Madara turned to face you fully, his piercing eyes softening for the first time. What’s happening? Your pulse quickens. You had always thought of him as distant, unreachable — but now, there’s something different in the way he looks at you, something warmer. "I understand, Y/N," he says, his voice lower, almost tender. It’s then that you feel the pull, the undeniable chemistry between you both. You swallow hard, wondering if he’s feeling it too. But is it just lust? Or something deeper? The questions swirl in your mind, but you find yourself leaning closer to him regardless.

"Let's spend some time together and see where it will lead us." His hand reached up to gently caress your flushed cheeks, sending shivers down your spine.

At that moment, he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. It was like a spark igniting within you, filling you with warmth and desire. And then, just as quickly as it began, he pulled away and smiled at you. "Take all the time you need," he whispered before letting you go.

The intimacy of the moment left you feeling both exhilarated and nervous about what was to come next.

As the week went by you spent more time with Madara, going on dates and walks together. You started to realize that your initial assumptions about him were wrong. He didn't push you or pressure you in any way, and you appreciated that. You weren't the type to jump into bed with someone without any emotional connection, and he provided that for you.

Bedroom

As you followed him into the bedroom, the weight of the earlier deal felt distant, almost irrelevant. This isn't about repaying a debt anymore, you thought, your heartbeat quickening with something far more genuine. My body reacted to him in ways I never expected, craving his touch not out of obligation, but out of an undeniable attraction. Madara’s commanding presence filled the room, but instead of feeling powerless, you felt drawn to him, more aware of your desires than you had ever been. His eyes searched yours, not with dominance, but with a question — one you were ready to answer. You wanted him, not out of obligation, but out of a longing you hadn’t anticipated. With each step toward him, the power shifted. This was no longer a transaction, but something far more real.

His assertive hands explored your frame, eliciting intense sensations of pleasure as he removed each piece of clothing from your quivering form. He murmured compliments into your ear, his moist kisses generating a profound sense of exhilaration throughout your entire being. With every caress, you experienced an increasing level of arousal, overwhelmed by the compelling desire to surrender to him.

For several days, you had been preoccupied with thoughts of Madara's passionate advances, which stirred within you a profound sense of desire and longing. Now, in the confines of a hotel room, you found yourself realizing those fantasies as he skillfully explored your physique with his tongue. Your being responded instinctively to his expert touch, each movement eliciting intense waves of ecstasy. Your thighs involuntarily pressed against his head in a display of unrestrained pleasure as he firmly grasped them, enhancing his access to your most sensitive areas.

How he provided you with pleasure was unparalleled, eliciting sensations that coursed through your bones and causing them to tremble with ecstasy. Each contemplation of his presence in such an intimate context had culminated in this moment, which proved to be even more intense and exhilarating than you had previously envisioned.

With a primal growl, you grasp Madara's head and pull him closer, urging him to continue his passionate assault on your swollen and sensitive button. You writhe on the bed, arching your back in pleasure as waves of ecstasy wash over you, causing your shape to convulse and tremble. Goosebumps spread across your skin, accentuating every inch of your body that tingles with delight.

"Oh fuck...Madara," you groan as he skillfully works his tongue over your throbbing clitoris, sending electric shocks through your core. He devours you like a predator, savoring every drop of your sweet essence and leaving you yearning for more. You gasp breathlessly, barely able to form coherent words as the pleasure overwhelms you.

His dark eyes glint with desire as he gazes at you hungrily. "Your moans are intoxicating," he rasps, his voice thick with lust. "You're incredible, you gasp, still reeling from the mind-blowing experience. His dark eyes sparkle with amusement as he smirks, "You gave me an instant boner, Y/N."

Touching Madara's waist, you smiled seductively as you sat beside him. You could feel the heat radiating from his throbbing erection, sending shivers down your spine. With a sly smirk, you took him in your hand and slowly stroked him, relishing the way he squirmed beneath you.

"Do you like me to take care of this for you?" you purred, already knowing the answer.

Madara's eyes darkened with lust as he nodded eagerly. Without hesitation, you lowered your head and enveloped him with your lips, teasing the sensitive tip with your tongue. He let out a guttural groan, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided you with desperate urgency.

You hummed in pleasure as his shaft filled your mouth, taking him deeper and deeper until your nose pressed against his pelvis. He moaned loudly, his grip on your hair tightening as he reached his climax.

With a final gasp, he released his grip on your head and you pulled away, watching as his hot cum dripped onto your hand. But there was no time to bask in the afterglow — Madara's eyes burned with desire as he gazed at you hungrily.

"Give me a few minutes," he growled, "and I will fuck you senseless."

You couldn't resist giving yourself a quick taste of his lingering seed, feeling intoxicated by the intensity of his release. You licked your fingers, reveling in how dirty you could be.

Your hands glided over his chiseled abs, marveling at the ridges and curves of his perfect physique. You lay on your back as Madara slowly ran his hardened cock along your pink folds, eliciting tingles of pleasure from your shape. With a gasp, he entered you and began to move his hips in a gentle rhythm. Your kisses were passionate and urgent as his dick deliciously filled you. The warmth of his skin against yours sent shivers of ecstasy through you, as you savored every moment of this intimate encounter.

Your anatomy trembles as you wrap your legs tightly around Madara's back, gasping for air.

With each thrust of his powerful hips, you moan in pleasure and bite at his ear, begging for more. He eagerly obliges, sucking on your sensitive nipple until you feel a surge of electric pleasure shoots through your flesh.

Your sex with him is intense and passionate, a mix of gentle love-making and raw lust. You cling onto him, biting and scratching at his back in desperation as he quickens his pace, growling praises in between grunts of pleasure. "You're amazing y/n...I never want this to end," he groans as he cups your breasts firmly in his hands. The sensations are overwhelming, driving you both towards the edge. "Ah, Madara...I'm gonna cum..." you cry out, feeling your orgasm building inside of you. "Mm...me too," he responds his apex drawing near. In perfect rhythm, you move together as one, lost in a blur of ecstasy.

In a frenzy of passion, you rub your throbbing clitoris, eager to experience every ounce of pleasure with him. The wet sounds of skin against skin intensify as Madara pulls out and releases himself onto your trembling stomach, both of you panting heavily from the intense orgasm.

But Madara is not finished with you yet. He leans in close, using his skilled fingers to push you over the edge once more. You writhe and moan under his touch, experiencing a blend of pain and pleasure that only intensifies your arousal. Your body trembles with overwhelming pleasure, your mind engulfed in a wild frenzy of desire as you reach the pinnacle of ecstasy.

As you lay there, exhausted and breathless, Madara's lips brushed against yours in a passionate kiss. "You're incredible," he whispered, his voice brimming with adoration.

"I like you, Y/N," Madara confessed, causing a flush to spread across your cheeks. "I never intended to use your body for mere physical pleasure. I genuinely care for you." Your heart swelled at his words, and you wrapped your arms around him, unable to contain your feelings any longer.

"I didn’t expect this… but I feel the same way, Madara. I want to see where this goes," You murmured, your voice laced with emotion. "I would love to date you and embark on this journey together." For the first time in weeks, you felt grounded, like the chaos of the past was finally behind you. His arms wrapped around you felt more like a promise than a possessive hold, and you smiled softly into his chest. The intimacy of the moment wasn’t just about sex; it was about finding comfort, trust, and maybe even love in each other. A sense of peace washed over you both, and you realized that this was the start of something far more meaningful than either of you had anticipated.

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🔴Previous 🔗Request 5

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[nikkolf]

i forgot to post this

[iamumbra195]

When you're trying to write an AU where the main characters are not good people but there's that one annoying character who is practically a saint and you can't make them a bad person without turning them into an unrecognizable mess:

[vanillainwater]

Realize I never gave the fullbody sketch for cyberpunk majima. So, here it is.

[pinkykats-place]

Omega Bakugo x Alpha Midoriya AUs

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

BakuDeku

No Quirks au

OmegaVerse

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Some contain mature content. Read tags.

Art work by @ ox_hchicbee.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please let the author know with a kudos and/or comment!

How to lose an alpha in 10 days by Mikacrispy

Summary: Bakugou Katsuki bets with his friends that he can drive any alpha away in less than 10 days by making the mistakes every omega does in new relationships. He plans to write an article about it for the magazine he works for and get a promotion out of it. Too bad the alpha he chose for this experiment isn't going along with his plans.

Shamelessly How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days inspired.

One Shot | Contains Smut

Elevator Music by KaterinaRiley

Summary: In which there isn't actually any music in the elevator…not unless you count the litany of moans.

— — —

The alpha prime suddenly shoves him away.

“You’re in heat!” he gasps, eyes wide. “Why are you—you shouldn’t be here!”

“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” Katsuki replies on autopilot, but his voice is too breathless for his usual snarl to accompany the words. “Omegas can do anything we want to.”

“Of course, you can!”

And oh. Oh, fuck, the alpha prime is being genuine.

He genuinely believes that omegas can do anything they want to.

Katsuki wants nothing more than to strip and pin him, show him all the things he can do.

One Shot | Contains Smut

DON’T IGNORE ME by Shelobs_web

Summary: Katsuki had been eyeing up the voluntary librarian for a while now. What happens when he finally makes his move and is completely ignored?

One Shot | SFW

A Little Rain to Calm the Raging Fire by MJBunnyLuv

Summary: At 26 years old, it's becoming increasingly difficult for Katsuki to find a mate. His past decade had been spent at a boarding house, and it was always something with these alphas...his scent was too strong and bitter for an omega, his attitude was shit, he's too loud, too muscular, too old. Tch, they're just weak ass extras, not worth his time. That is, until a donated sweatshirt with the most calming and delicious scent helps him through an intense heat and he secretly hopes the mystery alpha will claim him.

Incomplete | 23/? Chapters | NSFW

Last Updated 2023

Katsuki Wants a Pool Boy by kyramidoriya

Summary: Househusband Katsuki hates his life. His husband is horrible, he's lonely, and for fucks sake he just wants to get knotted. Que his scheme to find a nice, big, alpha pool boy to help him out.

One Shot | Contains Smut

Make love with me, Kacchan by JoonEleven

Summary: Katsuki was excited. He had finally found a cheap apartment complex that wasn't in a shady neighbourhood and his neighbours were great. That was until Midoriya Izuku moved in and seemed to fuck a new person every night. Katsuki was the only one who seemed to be upset about it because Izuku being an alpha meant people were too scared to fight back.

But Katsuki wasn't a scaredy-cat. He needed his beauty sleep! So, when Katsuki had enough and tried to tell the damn alpha to keep it down, he finally saw what he actually looked like.

And, wow, was this the worst time ever? Izuku was starting his rut.

And he had just found the perfect partner to spend it with.

One Shot | Contains Smut

Under Lock & Key by okakachan

Summary: “I don’t know!” He jerks his legs up to pull them into his chest, rocking back against the arm of the couch. “I just—I want to be...submissive, sometimes, it’s—I don't know. It’s not a big deal, just something I think about sometimes.”

“Katsuki,” Izuku says in a sigh. “Honey. That’s fine. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“But it’s not how I am,” Katsuki says, muffled into his knees.

One Shot | Contains Smut

Grateful Destiny by just_a_reader_of_things

Summary: After he presents as an omega, Bakugo Katsuki's mother and sire offers him to the barbarian king, Midoriya Izuku, in return for protection and knowledge that she hopes will aid her failing kingdom. Katsuki is worried about his union with the stranger until they lock eyes at the altar.

{One Shot}

Royalty AU | Contains Smut

Ordinary World by Tenkku

Summary: A dark story with a happy ending! Known as the Alpha Slayer, Bakugo is the most feared omega in the land until the Empire defeats his clan and way of life. He is saved by Alpha Izuku, a general in the Empire army, and taken to Izuku's villa. But Bakugo refuses to submit and hates all alphas, including the dynamics and the harsh mistreatment of omegas. Izuku respects all omegas and runs a different household than most alphas and wants Bakugo to join him. But Bakugo has suffered from years of sexual abuse for being an omega and cannot be touched by an alpha without going berserk. Izuku wants to win Bakugo's trust and help to heal the past traumas by showing Bakugo that not all alphas are terrible. Bakugo wants to remain untouched, unmarried, unbonded, and childless.

But when the Emperor wants to make Bakugo his omega, Izuku has to find a way to make Bakugo marry him to keep him safe. They will have to travel back to Izuku's homeland where a new growing threat is making its presence known, and they may or may not have help from the Empire. Izuku and Bakugo will fight side by side and face many challenges and dangers that will test their partnership. Can Bakugo ever accept Izuku as his alpha?

Complete | 27 Chapters

Historical AU | Contains Smut

The Boyfriend Theorem by imnotpoppunk

Summary: Katsuki is the first omega to ever play for the UA University men's hockey team. He's just not sure how much more he can take before he cracks under the pressure of it all.

Izuku is an alpha grad student working on his PhD in philosophy. He's also working on keeping himself convinced that it's his one true passion in life.

A tutoring session leads to a white lie to save face and after that things get more complicated than either of them had intended.

Complete | 23 Chapters

College AU | Contains Smut

i'm yours and you're mine by SpicyJam

Summary: "Deku. Just face it. You're not getting rid of me from now until the end of ever."

Katsuki circles his arms stubbornly around Izuku's shoulders and hugs him as tight as he can. "So you better just get used to the idea of being my alpha for the rest of your life, 'cause I'm not letting you go."

Izuku's heart picks up beneath his chest, and Katsuki knows his own is doing the same. He's not usually the one for sappy words like that, but he meant it.

A gentle touch pats against the back of his head as Izuku easily hums his agreement.

"Of course, Kacchan. For the rest of our lives."

And there's nothing anyone else can say to change that fact.

---

Or, they didn't really need an arranged marriage to get together.

Complete | 2 Chapters

Yakuza AU | Contains Smut

Older Deku x Younger Baku

[opalfur]

gilded promise nishiki says "happy maid day", but begrudgingly

[ricihh]

Ayano Aishi Headcanons!! (Not Yandere Au)

The eldest daughter of Ryoba and Togo.

She has a younger brother. They both get along considerably well, despite their different tastes.

Good bonds with her mother and father, just a little afraid to share things that happen in her life with them (and when she does tell, it is to Togo, who is a terrible adviser by nature).

Ace Lesbian.

She has social phobia and autism.

This means that in this Au she feels emotions, but has trouble recognizing other people's and her own.

Very similar to her father (both in manner and taste).

Practically canon (see her room), but a big fan of otaku culture and anime games.

She has a fixation with magical girls and saves money to buy figures and other otaku stuff.

Heavy user of Discord—oops, Yancord. She has several online friends there and loves to play with them.

Very jealous and does NOT know how to hide it.

She can play guitar (Togo taught her).

She has dark circles under her eyes from sleeping late.

She would like to join the gaming club, but lacks a little courage (she joins eventually with Taeko's help).

She likes occult, but doesn't know if she would join the club or something.

She has difficulty making friends. Often starts conversations by asking for people's Yancord users.

Ayano: Uh... S-so, what is your Yancord user?

Taeko: Wut–

She fell in love at first sight with her senpai and thought she would never be able to talk to her. She tried very hard to befriend Osana and make her understand her feelings.

She confessed to Senpai after that.

She is terrible at showing feelings (just like her father, but nicer about it).

She was the first person to know that Senpai is a trans woman.

Ayano: I have something serious to talk to you about, senpai. I-I think I like girls.

Taeko, in a female wig: And I think I am a girl.

Ayano: Oh. I-I didn't see that coming.

Taeko: Me neither.

Extremely supportive.

She likes cats and gets one eventually.

She loved listening to horror stories told by her parents (mostly Ryoba) before bedtime. This made her a big horror fan.

Ryoba tries to get her as far away from her uncle in the Yakuza as possible at his own request. However, the delinquents and Osoro know about this (and that she has an ex-delinquent father) and are good friends with her.

But she always refuses to join their group, because Ayano wants to look presentable for her senpai and is not good at physical fighting.

Even if she is very fond of martial arts.

Budo is a close friend and thinks she shouldn't hang out with the delinquents so much.

Ayano has contacted her Yakuza uncle a few times. The first time she was just a child, and to fulfill a challenge that some naughty children gave her, she contacted her uncle by seeing his number in a little notebook in her parents' bedroom.

Young Ayano: I need some bang snaps.

Yakuza: sigh. Look, Ayano. We don't work with that kind of thing around here.

Young Ayano: But mom said that uncle works with dangerous things!

The second time, she asked her uncle for illegal things to complete the delinquents tasks. He refused, so she tried to get it at school.

The third time, Ayano contacted him again and begged him to help Taeko get illegal feminizing hormone therapy. She said she would pay him as much as he wanted, but Yakuza just gave in to the request and, saying it was the only deal he would do for her, provided illegal hormones totally for free.

Ryoba finds out about this and starts a way to get HRT legally for Taeko with correct prescription and everything. Ayano is relieved.

Ayano uses the delinquents to protect Taeko from the bullies.

But she keeps running away from them every time they even remotely touch the subject of her joining them.

Taeko: You know, I don't mind if you go blond.

Ayano: but I do......

She has difficulty with some school subjects, and Taeko always helps her study.

Amai, Osana and Osoro are quite friendly to her. She has had some conversations with Oka (mostly because they both like occult) and they feel related to each other from afar. She feels intimidated by Kizana (for her air of superiority) and Hanako (she dislikes Ayano). Ayano is indifferent about the remains of those who would be her rivals, minus Mida Rana, engaging in a plan to denounce her for her criminal acts around the school.

Ayano finds Info-chan and the proposal they made to her quite strange, especially since Info-chan never revealed their intentions and how they knew about Ayano's crush on Taeko. This instigated Ayano, who tried to get more information about Info-chan by contacting them to befriend Osana (the first “rival” as Info-chan likes to call her), asked her own colleagues and visited the clubs near Info Club, but got no results. Ayano still thinks this is an interesting mystery and knows she is being watched from afar for having managed to date Taeko so easily—even though Info-chan has tried to appear harmless to her, Ayano suspects something more involved in this after Info-chan indirectly encourages her to use aggressive methods in their first conversation. However, Info-chan still remains a complete mystery and deleted their contact from Ayano's cell phone after Ayano started dating Taeko.

[i-28-29]

More of that priestess makoto and hannya majima bc i love love love drawing them for some reason

[madame-jupiter]

Yakuza Bkdk: The Credit Card Switcharoo Part 1

It’s a chance encounter where Katsuki bumps into skinny, green haired guy that looks like he hasn’t slept for days. The resulting collision results with both of their wallets and the contents to spill onto the ground.

Katsuki curses while the skinny man apologizes profusely.

He ignores him, hoping his dragon and tiger tattoos would spook the man off as he gathers his stuff. Gladly they did, the green haired man hightails it away from the blond Yakuza member. After this, Katsuki goes to buy himself cigarettes… Only for his card to decline.

“What the fuck…?!” Katsuki glances down at his card and notices that while it has the same All Might print, it’s not his name on it.

It belongs to a Midoriya Deku.

He grinds his teeth, thinking back to the green haired man he met earlier.

He must of rammed into Katsuki on purpose and stole his card!!

Katsuki’s going to find that bastard and get his fucking card back before that thief drains his bank account.

Meanwhile, Midoriya Izuku, in his sleep deprived mind after working 8 days straight at his crummy warehouse job, is attempting to get himself something to eat from a hot meal vending machine.

Izuku wonders why he even bothers. His card always gets declined even if he attempts to get the cheapest thing on the machine.

To his surprise, his transaction goes through and he almost cries when he gets his favorite flavor of cup ramen. The warmth of the broth and noodles fills his stomach up.

Stomach satisfied for now, he believes it’s a fluke from the machine and it giving him a free meal.

To sleepy to pay attention to the name on the card as he slips it into his wallet, he makes his way to his home.

Which is his car that has seen better days.

Laying down in the backseat that is uncomfortably lumpy all over, he uses a bag full of shredded newspapers as a pillow.

He snuggles underneath a thin blanket and an extra jacket he knows to keep warm.

Not knowing his world is going to completely change…

It’s been three days since Katsuki’s card had been stolen. He had planned on locking his card, but he wants to see what this thief is buying and where he is buying the items from to get a better location.

So far, to his surprise, most the purchases are from cheap vending machines.

One vending machine even being one of those hot meal ones.

Besides those, no exuberant charges are placed. For a thief who stole a card with an account with over 3,000,000 ¥, he’s seems to be cheap.

And so far, no one has been able to locate a Midoriya Deku.

“Are you sure you’re reading the name right?” remarks his right hand man, Kirishima. “You may be good with guns, mathematics, and other things, you are not the best at… reading well.”

Katsuki glares at him.

“Fuck off.”

Kirishima shrugs. “At least let me see the card and read the name.”

Katsuki begrudgingly hands over the card. The red haired man takes it and glances down at it, reading it. Then he clamps down his lips, trying so hard not to burst out laughing. But a few giggles slip out.

The blond doesn’t take to kindly to this. “What?! What’s so damn-“

“His name isn’t Midoriya Deku, it’s Midoriya Izuku.”

Katsuki feels like he’s falling into a pit of embarrassment at such an error. And it seems it doesn’t end because Kaminari, Kirishima’s boyfriend, is also sitting at the long table Katsuki situated himself at to investigate. It doesn’t even take a second for the electric blond to start laughing his ass off.

“Oh my Gods!! Hahaha!!” Kaminari laughs, holding his stomach. “The great Bakugou “The Red Eyed Dragon” Katsuki making such a blunder is hilarious!! Hahaha-AHHH!!!”

He couldn’t take it the moron’s laughing. Katsuki practically launches across the table at Kaminari, about to strangle him. But the little shit is quick and hightails it to hide behind his mountain of a boyfriend.

Katsuki seethes. “Come out from behind him, you coward!”

“Kirishima, protect me!” yells Kaminari, still hiding behind his boyfriend to get away from Katsuki’s clutches.

“Whoa! Whoa!” says Kirishima, holding his hands up in order to placate the red eyed blond. “No killing boyfriends here. What we have to focus on is that we now know this thief’s true name.” He clasps his hand on Katsuki’s shoulder, giving him a sharp toothed grin. “So we can go and find him much faster and easier than before.”

Katsuki begins to calm at this.

Right.

That green haired thief will pay for stealing what’s his!

There’s no telling by now what this thief is cooking up to buy with Katsuki’s money next.

“Alright. Tell everyone to look for a Midoriya Izuku and report his whereabouts to me ASAP!”

Kirishima and Kaminari nod their heads.

“Yes sir!”

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Izuku sneezes.

“Achoo!!” He covers his mouth with his elbow, sniffing a little.

“Bless you!” says his coworker Hatsume Mei. Both of them are covered in grease from loading car parts and other metal objects into boxes; they should be shipping out right about not to their destinations. “Someone must be talking about you.”

He playfully rolls his eyes. It’s an old superstition that people still spread about.

“Don’t know who would be talking about me though…,” he mumbles to himself.

But then only one person comes to mind…

And it makes Izuku’s skin crawl.

[shewasverynice]

Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime)  MAY CONTAIN SPOILERS

Rating: Explicit 

Major Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con 

Content Warnings: Dubious Consent, Prostitution, Drug Use, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Blood and Violence

Categories: F/M, Multi, F/F 

Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Original Female Character(s), Nanami Kento/Original Female Character(s), Getou Suguru/Original Female Character(s), Ieiri Shoko & Iori Utahime 

Major Characters: Original Characters, Gojo Satoru, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Okkotsu Yuuta, Toudou Aoi, Zenin Naobito, Zenin Jinichi, Zenin, Zenin Ougi, Fushiguro Megumi, Kamo Clan, Nitta Akari, Inumaki Toge, Ieiri Shoko, Iori Utahime, Kusakabe Atsuya, Muta Kokichi, Itadori Yuuji, Hakari Kinji

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　Chapter 11　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Rin Morishita sat in the passenger seat of a sleek black sports car, her long dark brown hair loose and cascading in waves down her back. The vehicle hummed smoothly as it sped along the highway from Tokyo to Niigata, the city skyline gradually giving way to rolling hills and distant mountains. Beside her, Kento Nanami maintained a firm grip on the wheel, his usual stoic demeanor softened by the casual conversation they shared.

Rin’s caramel brown eyes flicked occasionally to Nanami. She kept her posture dignified, her hands resting gracefully on her lap, fingers occasionally brushing the hem of her elegant, dark-colored dress. Despite her composed exterior, there was a sense of readiness in her, a hint of the wild ferocity she displayed in battle lurking beneath the surface. The stress of recent events had her on edge.

In the backseat, Yuta Okkotsu and Yuji Itadori chatted animatedly, their youthful energy filling the car with a lively buzz. Okkotsu, with his serious yet gentle nature, balanced out Itadori’s exuberance. Their conversation occasionally drew a soft smile from Rin, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she listened to their banter.

Turning her attention back to Nanami, Rin broke the comfortable silence between them, "Nanami-san, if you don’t mind me asking, why did you choose to bring Itadori specifically on this mission?"

Nanami's lips curled into a slight, almost imperceptible smile as he continued to focus on the road. "I think Itadori has been spending too much time with Gojo lately," he replied, his tone polite but firm, "Gojo can be a bad influence, and I believe it’s important for Itadori to learn from different perspectives. Especially in this type of investigation."

Rin nodded thoughtfully, her eyes lingering on Nanami's profile, "That makes sense. It’s good for him to have varied experiences and guidance."

The scenery outside the car window changed from urban to rural, the lush greenery and open fields of the countryside providing a serene backdrop to their journey. The sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the road ahead, creating a tranquil ambiance within the car.

"We're about an hour out," Rin said, glancing back at the young men in the back seat. Okkotsu and Itadori, sensing the shift in mood, quieted down, their expressions mirroring the seriousness of the task ahead.

As the sleek black sports car approached Niigata, the atmosphere inside grew tense with anticipation. The city's skyline loomed closer, a mix of modern structures and historical buildings reflecting the complexity of their mission. Nanami's focus sharpened, and he began outlining their plan for the investigation.

"We're heading to the drug manufacturing facility first," Nanami said, his voice steady and authoritative, "It's managed by the Kamo clan, so we need to be prepared. They have a reputation for appearing cooperative but hiding crucial information beneath that façade."

Rin nodded, her eyes locked onto Nanami's, "Their courtesy can be deceiving. We'll need to be vigilant."

Nanami glanced briefly at the rearview mirror, catching Yuji Itadori’s eyes. "Itadori, Morishita and I will handle the official side of things, speaking with the leaders of the facility. Your task will be to sneak in and see what you can find beneath the surface. The Kamo clan might be eager to show us certain areas while keeping the real operation hidden."

Itadori nodded, his usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a serious expression, "Understood, Nanami-san."

Rin turned in her seat to face Yuta Okkotsu, "Okkotsu, you'll join Itadori, please. Use your skills to help him uncover whatever they're hiding. Stay alert and watch each other's backs."

Yuta nodded firmly, "Got it. If needed, may I use Rika?"

Rin’s gaze softened slightly, understanding the gravity of releasing Rika, "Yes, you have my permission. Only if the situation demands it."

Yuta gave a determined nod, his resolve evident, "Thank you, ma'am."

As they entered Niigata, the car navigated through the bustling streets, drawing closer to the Kamo clan’s facility. The building stood imposing and guarded, its exterior blending seamlessly with the surrounding architecture but exuding an air of secrecy and danger. The distinct presence of curses was thick in the air surrounding the building.

Nanami parked the car a short distance away, in a spot concealed from direct view of the facility. "Remember, we need to maintain our cover. Morishita and I will present ourselves as we are, inquiring about the drug operations and the incident with Gojo. They'll be expecting us. Itadori, Okkotsu, wait for our signal before making your move," Nanami explained.

Rin adjusted her long dark brown hair, ensuring it was neat and composed, "We’ll handle the leaders. Keep in touch through the comms, and be careful."

Itadori and Okkotsu nodded, their expressions a mix of determination and readiness. The two young sorcerers exited the car and slipped into the shadows, moving with practiced stealth towards the facility.

Nanami paused, waiting for the two of them to disappear from sight before he turned to Rin. "Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes," she answered with a nod, "Let's go."

Nanami and Rin stepped out, their demeanor poised and professional as they straightened their attire. As they approached the entrance, the guards eyed them warily.

"Good afternoon," Nanami said with a polite bow, "We've come to investigate the operations of this facility under the suggestion of Masamichi Yaga. A recent incident with Satoru Gojo has us interested in what exactly you're manufacturing here."

The guard glanced at his partner then back at Nanami. "Yes, sir. Please give me a moment while I contact the representative in charge today."

The interior of the facility was meticulously clean, with an air of clinical precision that belied its true purpose. They were greeted by a representative of the Kamo clan, who welcomed them with a courteous smile. The man wore a comfortable looking Yukata and his mask was pure white with splotches of red paint. "Welcome, esteemed guests. How can we assist you today?" He said, though the smile never reached his eyes.

Nanami responded with equal politeness, masking his suspicion, "We’re here to discuss your operations and ensure compliance with the regulations regarding cursed energy. The incident with Gojo caused quite the commotion and we are curious as to what exactly you've created here."

The representative nodded eagerly, gesturing for them to follow, "Of course, please, come this way. We’re always happy to share our methods and ensure transparency between the groups."

Meanwhile, Yuji and Yuta had slipped into the facility through a less guarded entrance, moving swiftly and quietly through the corridors. They exchanged quick, silent signals, covering each other as they navigated the maze-like interior. The many doors often lead to rooms that housed restrained cursed spirits or more horrifically held jars of unknown substances and cold storage with harvested curse blood or organs.

Itadori quietly closed a door behind him and waved his hand to get Okkotsu's attention as the latter did the same across the hall. Okkotsu held up his cellphone with photos of the inside of the room and Itadori pointed at him with a grin before he pulled out his own phone to begin taking photos. As they navigated deeper, the guards became more present and the two took to the shadows once again.

In the main part of the facility, Rin and Nanami continued their conversation with the Kamo clan representative, their polite façade masking the underlying tension. They probed gently, seeking to uncover inconsistencies in the information being presented.

"Are you certain the side effects of this substance aren't dangerous?" Rin asked, barely masking the grimace as she held the glass dish with a sample of the congealed black liquid, "Gojo and one of his companions who ingested it immediately lost control of themselves."

"Ah, yes but they were likely already on something else," the representative suggested, "We haven't tested it in combination with other illegal substances yet."

"Don't you think that's irresponsible?" Nanami asked, his eyes carefully watching Rin as she set the dish back down on the table.

"We need to offset the deficit from the manufacturing process," the man offered, "But we have taken those findings into consideration."

"And what of the curses that are expelled from the non-sorcerers who consume it?" Nanami asked, his eyes meeting the representative's gaze.

The man's expression darkened, but his smile never faded. He sat up straighter in his seat and placed his hands on his knees. "So you've seen that, have you?"

Back in the shadows, Itadori and Okkotsu stumbled upon a heavily secured door, its presence indicating something significant lay beyond. Okkotsu signaled to Itadori, who nodded in understanding. The guards posted by the door were armed, both of them wearing sorcerer masks as well. The masks were unfortunately plain black, leaving no hint of what kind of technique they may possess. Okkotsu caught Itadori’s eye and subtly pointed to his phone, then gestured for Itadori to check his own.

Itadori glanced at his phone and saw a message from Okkotsu: "I'll distract them, you go for the door and see what kind of security we need to bypass."

Itadori nodded in agreement, his expression serious. Okkotsu moved off silently, slipping into the shadows to create a distraction. Itadori waited, his muscles tensed and ready to spring into action. A moment later, a loud bang echoed through the facility, the sound of a steel pipe hitting the ground reverberating off the walls.

The two guards stationed by the door immediately reacted, rushing towards the source of the noise. Itadori took advantage of the distraction, darting to the now unguarded door. He inspected it quickly, noting the electronic passcode panel and the faint glow of a cursed technique barrier protecting it.

He pulled out his phone and snapped a few photos of the door, capturing the details of both the passcode system and the cursed barrier. His mind raced with potential ways to bypass the security, but he knew he needed more information and possibly assistance from the others.

Just as he finished taking the photos, he heard the guards returning, their footsteps echoing ominously in the corridor. Itadori quickly retreated to his hiding spot, blending into the shadows as he awaited Okkotsu's return.

Moments later, Okkotsu reappeared, his eyes scanning the area before he joined Itadori in their concealed spot. "What did you find?" he typed into his phone.

Itadori showed Okkotsu the photos on his phone and then typed, "The door has a passcode and a cursed technique barrier. We'll need to figure out how to bypass both."

Okkotsu studied the images, his brow furrowing in concentration. Okkotsu suggested the retreat for now and regroup and Yuji nodded. They moved silently back through the facility, their steps careful and deliberate. The atmosphere was tense, the weight of their mission pressing heavily upon them. Reaching a safe distance from the secured door, they found a discreet spot to contact Rin and Nanami.

Meanwhile, in the main part of the facility, Rin and Nanami continued their conversation with the Kamo clan representative.

"The cursed spirits being born of the substance is... Troubling. But we have taken steps to keep it out of non-sorcerer hands." The representative said, the tension in his voice was unmistakable.

"Yes, but how can you be sure?" Rin asked, "The incident with Gojo, for example, happened when a younger member gave it to him. The dealer didn't know it would be passed along. This kind of thing could easily end up in a non-sorcerer's hands this way."

"Yes, well, we would gladly take responsibility for such occurrences but it's unlikely to happen. After the incident with Gojo-san we have taken more precautions." The representative said dismissively.

Nanami’s phone vibrated softly in his pocket, and he excused himself briefly, stepping away to check the message from Yuta. His eyes flickered with understanding as he read the details, then he returned to Rin, whispering discreetly to her about the situation. Rin’s expression remained composed, though a flicker of concern passed through her caramel eyes. She nodded slightly.

"If you wouldn't mind," Nanami said calmly, "We will discuss this further with Yaga-san before we continue. Expect us to visit once again."

The representative nodded, standing up with Rin. He spouted some meaningless and polite words as he led them both to the exit. All exchanged goodbyes before Nanami and Rin returned to the car where Okkotsu and Itadori were waiting.

"Are we in the clear?" Nanami asked.

"Yes, sir. No one noticed us and we were careful to leave doors locked and closed." Itadori answered.

"Excellent work," Nanami said with a nod, "Now, about this door."

"Yes, sir," Itadori pulled out his phone and let Nanami look through the photos, "The passcode is likely around six digits and the curse on the door wasn't something I couldn't figure out. Sorry. I tried but it wasn't something I've seen before."

"Not a problem," Nanami said with a nod as he returned the phone, "It's not something you are proficient in anyway."

"Us either, unfortunately," Rin interjected, handing Okkotsu his phone back after taking her own look at the photos, "We'll need to come back, it seems."

"Let's get to the hotel for now," Nanami suggested, "We need to dress for the auction tonight."

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After a long day of investigation, the group returned to their hotel to prepare for the evening's event. In her room, Rin stood before a full-length mirror, her long dark brown hair slightly damp still from the shower around her shoulders. With practiced ease, she twisted her hair up into an elegant bun, securing it with a few pins. She then slipped into a stunning phthalo green dress that accentuated her graceful figure, the rich color bringing out the caramel tones of her eyes. Satisfied with her appearance, she allowed herself a moment to take a deep breath and center herself.

In his own room, Nanami was meticulously getting ready. He chose a black turtleneck that highlighted his broad shoulders and paired it with a tan blazer that gave him a sophisticated, yet approachable look. His outfit was completed with dark slacks and polished shoes, embodying his usual sense of understated elegance.

Meanwhile, Itadori and Okkotsu were in their shared room, struggling slightly with their attire. They wore button-up shirts and slacks, trying to achieve a level of formality they were not entirely accustomed to. Okkotsu adjusted his collar for what felt like the hundredth time, while Itadori fumbled with his tie, eventually opting to go without it.

Nanami knocked on their door and entered, taking a moment to assess their appearance. His keen eye for detail noted the minor imperfections in their outfits. "Stand still," he instructed, stepping forward to straighten Okkotsu’s collar and smooth out the wrinkles in Itadori's shirt.

"You both look presentable now," Nanami said with a nod of approval, "Remember, appearances matter tonight. We are representing the Yaga group as well as Tenjiku."

Itadori and Okkotsu nodded in understanding, and they followed him out into the hallway where they met Rin. Nanami’s eyes briefly lingered on her, appreciating the elegance and poise she radiated in her phthalo green dress. Rin’s calm demeanor and poised confidence were palpable, and Nanami felt a surge of quiet admiration for her.

"Shall we?" Rin asked, her voice steady and composed.

The group made their way to the auction venue, a lavish building adorned with opulent decor that masked the illicit activities taking place within its walls. Upon entering, they were greeted by the sight of elegantly dressed patrons mingling amidst "priceless" works of art. The soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses created an atmosphere of refined elegance.

Nanami and Rin moved seamlessly through the crowd, their demeanor polished and unassuming. They exchanged pleasantries with other guests, subtly gathering information and observing the dynamics of the room. Itadori and Okkotsu, slightly less comfortable in such a setting, followed their lead, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible.

Rin’s presence drew attention, her striking and recognizable appearance catching the eyes of several attendees. Yet, her composed demeanor and polite interactions kept any undue interest at bay.

"Ah, Miss Morishita," a well dressed foreign man in a gray tailored suit said as he approached her, "Long time no see." He was built strong and his dark wavy hair was slicked back. His thick mustache was carefully groomed and sported a few streaks of gray.

"Oh! My goodness, is that you Mr. Castillo?" Rin said with a gentle and pleasant laugh, "It has been quite some time."

"Yes! Not since me and the family came to visit two years ago!" Castillo chuckled, "My sons were quite taken with Tenjiku, as was I." He winked at her before taking a sip of his champagne. His eyes drifted to Nanami, his dark eyes narrowing slightly and lips pulling into a smirk.

"Kento Nanami," Nanami introduced himself, holding out his hand which Castillo took in a firm handshake.

"You're one of Yaga's boys, aren't you?" Castillo asked, "Last time I saw him I'd only met the long haired fellow. Aren't there three of you under him?"

"Geto, yes. He's very dependable," Nanami said politely, "Gojo is more free spirited, but the three of us work well together and keep everyone out of trouble."

"Speaking of trouble, messy business with that King of Curses," Castillo said, "What was that about?"

"Sukuna was a very old and dangerous sorcerer," Rin explained, "He'd discovered a way to reach us but he was quickly restrained and is currently sealed away safely."

"Elegant dodge of my question as usual," Castillo chuckled at Rin's wry smile, "But I understand. We all have our secrets." He paused for a moment before he asked, "I am aware though that one of your business partners was injured quite severely. How is she doing?"

"She's recovering quite well actually," Rin answered, "Though she will be affected for the rest of her life, she still lives and that's enough for now."

Nanami suddenly noticed something as it was going on. A loose strand of Rin's hair had grown and branched across to be held in Castillo's hand. He carefully watched the almost imperceptible tapping of Castillo's fingers and recognized Morse code. He couldn't catch the letters, not wanting to stare more than necessary and catch unwanted attention.

After short time, Castillo stepped back and Rin's hair slipped back and retracted. Nanami watched as Rin smiled at him and the two exchanged a few final pleasantries before she hooked her arm with his and led him to another art piece.

"Castillo is one of our larger donors," Rin explained softly, "I asked him for information about who is leading this auction. Get this: it's a medical group based in Malaysia."

"Really?" Nanami asked, "Then that certainly would explain the experimentation. Did he have any names maybe?"

"No, but he will send me their address. It's a long standing group that practices homeopathic cures only," Rin said, "Which, as awful as this sounds, means they're definitely up to no good. Nothing homeopathic only is able to stand on its own these days."

"Any mention of Q.N.?" Nanami asked, and as if on cue both Itadori and Okkotsu came by sporting a lovely flower on their shirt pocket.

"Oh!" Rin cooed, gently touching the white petals on the flower on Okkotsu's shirt, "How beautiful!"

Okkotsu beamed, "We helped a nice old woman who was going to her car. She gave them to us."

"Did she say what it was called?" Nanami asked, eyeing Rin as she admired the flower.

"Oh, something like... Night blooming something..." Itadori said, rubbing his chin, "Oh! The Queen of the Night she said."

Both Rin and Nanami stopped and immediately turned to each other.

"You don't suppose..." Rin's voice trailed off, waiting for Nanami to continue.

"Huh," Nanami pushed up his glasses, "Interesting. I suppose I've always wanted to visit Malaysia."

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Suguru Geto exhaled slowly, watching as the police officer he had been speaking with finally walked away, satisfied with Geto's assurances. The scene had been chaotic, a scuffle involving younger sorcerers that had spilled into local businesses, causing significant damage. Geto had arrived promptly, smoothing over the situation with practiced ease, offering compensation to the affected business owners and promising the police that he would handle the matter internally.

Hakari, Panda, and Inumaki stood nearby, their expressions a mix of guilt and defiance. As the officer disappeared from view, Geto turned his sharp gaze towards them, his eyes narrowing with barely contained anger.

"Follow me," he commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

He led them into a nearby alley, the shadows providing a semblance of privacy. The moment they were alone, Geto's demeanor shifted dramatically. He moved with startling speed, grabbing Hakari by the collar and slamming him against the wall. The impact reverberated through the narrow space, and Hakari winced, but did not resist.

"What were you thinking?" Geto hissed, his face inches from Hakari's, "Why did you take it upon yourself to instigate fights with the Zen'in again?"

Hakari swallowed hard, trying to muster a response. "I... I'm sorry, Geto-san. It was a mistake," he managed.

Geto’s grip tightened, his knuckles white. "Sorry isn't good enough. This isn't the first time, Hakari. Why do you keep doing this?" He growled.

Hakari's eyes flickered with a mix of frustration and sadness, "It's because of Fumiya... I can't just let it go."

Geto’s expression darkened, a scowl forming on his face. He released Hakari abruptly, letting him slump against the wall. The mention of Fumiya’s death stirred a deep, unresolved frustration within him, but he couldn't allow that to excuse Hakari's reckless behavior.

"That’s not a reason to jeopardize everything we’re working for," Geto said, his voice low and harsh. "You need to think before you act, Hakari. Your actions have consequences, not just for you, but for everyone."

Hakari nodded, his head bowed in shame, "I understand. It won’t happen again."

Geto stepped back, his anger simmering but controlled. He glanced at Panda and Inumaki, who had remained silent but watchful throughout the confrontation. "The same goes for both of you. We need to stay focused and united. No more unnecessary fights, understood?" He snapped.

Panda and Inumaki nodded in unison, their expressions serious.

"Good," Geto said, his tone softening slightly. "Now let's get out of here before we attract any more attention."

As they left the alley, Geto’s thoughts lingered on Fumiya, the loss still clearly a raw wound for the younger sorcerers. Then of course there was the issue with Gojo still as well. The white haired man hadn't been stepping in to keep the peace with the boys as he promised to do, especially when he'd insisted he'd take up the mantle of mentor for the younger sorcerers in the group.

He walked away from the alley, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. The younger sorcerers had been acting increasingly rashly, and he knew he needed to address it with Gojo. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Gojo’s number, only to be met with the sound of endless ringing. No answer.

Geto sighed, a frown deepening the lines on his face. He had a strong suspicion about where Gojo was and who he was with. He dialed another number, this time calling Shimizu. The phone rang twice before it was answered, the background noise a clear indication of a lively and chaotic atmosphere.

“Hello?” Shimizu’s voice came through, slightly slurred.

“Shimizu, where are you and Gojo?” Geto asked, his tone edged with irritation.

There was a pause, then a breathy giggle from Shimizu, “We’re at Tenjiku. Why? What’s up?”

Geto pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling heavily, “I need to talk to Gojo. I’ll be there soon.”

“Sure, sure. We’ll be here,” Shimizu replied, clearly drunk and amused by the situation.

Geto ended the call and headed towards Tenjiku, his frustration mounting with each step. Upon arrival, he was greeted by the sight of revelry and indulgence. He pushed through the crowd, searching for Gojo and Shimizu.

Finally, he spotted them. Gojo was sprawled out on a plush couch, his head resting on a woman's lap. She was pouring alcohol from a bottle, letting it trickle through her exposed breasts as Gojo squeezed them together, laughing drunkenly. Shimizu sat nearby, equally intoxicated and watching the scene with a dopey grin.

Geto’s eyes narrowed in disapproval. He approached the group, his presence immediately drawing their attention. The woman looked up, startled, while Gojo’s laughter trailed off as he registered Geto’s stern expression.

“Suguru! Join the party!” Gojo slurred, raising his glass in a mock toast.

“We need to talk, Gojo,” Geto said, his voice firm. “Now.”

Gojo’s playful demeanor faltered slightly under Geto’s serious gaze and pointed use of his last name. He sat up, albeit unsteadily, and waved the woman away. “Alright, alright. What’s so urgent?” he slurred, blinking his eyes and trying to focus.

Geto gestured for Gojo to follow him, and Shimizu stumbled to his feet, joining them. They moved to a quieter corner of the establishment, away from prying eyes and ears.

“The younger sorcerers have still been acting recklessly,” Geto began, his tone calm but edged with frustration. “Hakari, Panda, and Inumaki got into a fight with the Zen'in again, causing a scene and damaging property. I had to smooth things over with the police and pay off business owners.”

Gojo’s expression turned serious, though the alcohol still dulled his features, “Why didn’t you just call me?”

“I did,” Geto replied, his voice tight. “You didn’t answer. I guessed you were with Shimizu, so I called him instead.”

Gojo winced slightly, the reality of the situation cutting through his inebriation, “Alright, alright. I’ll talk to them. It’s just... things have been intense lately. Everyone’s on edge.”

“That’s no excuse,” Geto said sharply, “We need to set an example. If we don’t, this kind of behavior will continue, and the consequences will only get worse.”

Gojo nodded, finally grasping the seriousness of the situation, “Yeah, yeah. You’re right. I’ll handle it.”

Geto’s expression softened slightly, “Just... be there for them, Gojo. They look up to you and things are dangerous right now.”

Gojo sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah, I know. I get it. I’ll do better.”

Satisfied, Geto stepped back, “Alright. Let’s get you both out of here.”

He helped Shimizu to his feet and guided the two of them out of the establishment, their footsteps unsteady but moving in the right direction. Geto’s mind was already turning to the next steps when he glanced back and quickly realized Gojo's true intentions.

He noticed Gojo’s gaze drifting. Following his line of sight, Geto saw a group of high-ranking Zen'in  members at a table across the room with a group of women, their presence exuding power and arrogance. Gojo’s eyes lingered on them, a hard, calculating look in his usually carefree eyes.

Geto didn't comment immediately, choosing instead to keep that observation in mind. He knew Gojo’s tendencies, his protective nature towards the younger sorcerers, and his disdain for the Zen'in's elitism. If those Zen'in members turned up dead, Geto would have a strong case to make about who was responsible.

The walk back to their safe house was a quiet one, with Shimizu stumbling occasionally and Gojo lost in his thoughts. Geto kept a steady pace, ensuring they didn’t attract unwanted attention. Once they arrived, Geto helped Shimizu to a couch and turned his attention to Gojo, who seemed to have sobered up slightly.

“Satoru,” Geto began, choosing his words carefully, “I noticed you watching those Zen'in men back at Tenjiku. What’s going on?”

Gojo’s expression hardened briefly before he sighed, running a hand through his white hair, “I don’t trust them. I know we're sayin' what happened with Fumiya was an accident, but it's just not sitting right with me.”

Geto nodded, his suspicions confirmed, “I understand. But as I've said we can’t afford to act rashly. The repercussions could be severe. We're on the cusp of a gang war, and no one wants that.”

Gojo looked up, his blue eyes serious, “Yeah, I know. But I just need to know if they did it on purpose. Because there will be consequences if I find out.”

“I understand that,” Geto said, placing a hand on Gojo’s shoulder, “But we need to be strategic. We can’t let emotions dictate our actions. Promise me you’ll be careful.”

Gojo held Geto’s gaze for a long moment before nodding, “I promise. But I won’t let them hurt our own again.”

Geto gave a small, understanding nod, “Neither will I. We’ll handle this together.”

With that, Geto moved to check on Shimizu, who had dozed off on the couch. He covered him with a blanket, then turned back to Gojo, “Go sleep off that alcohol. I'll keep an eye on things.”

Gojo nodded again, his expression weary, “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks, Suguru.”

As Geto retreated to his own room, he couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that this was just the beginning. The tension with the Zen'in group was slowly escalating, and he knew they would need to tread carefully to protect their own while navigating the dangerous politics.

The idea of another gang war made him nervous. The first time he'd been through one had been so awful and they were all so young. Yaga had done his best to protect the younger sorcerers back then and was only a lieutenant himself, but there was only so much he could do.

Losing Haibara and Koharu had been hard for all of them, so he knew how the young ones felt. But more worrying was how Gojo was reacting. It was almost like he wanted to let it happen. But, as long as Geto remained on his case he was sure that Gojo would behave. At least that's what he'd hoped for.

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Madara x FemReader, Modern AU, 1941 words

🔗Request 5

By 🔗lesyarei7 - Sep 10, 2024

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Madara Uchiha, a trusted and experienced bodyguard, was 29 years old. His muscular frame exuded strength and agility as he stood guard over the daughter of a renowned Japanese politician. Her father had full confidence in Madara's abilities to protect his precious daughter. And indeed, Madara had proven himself time and time again, thwarting any threats or malicious intentions towards her. His unwavering loyalty and fiercely protective nature were unmatched, making him the perfect guardian for the young woman. He remained ever vigilant, ready to defend her from any harm that may come their way.

At just 23 years old, you were a wealthy and indulged young woman. It had been a year since your breakup with your boyfriend, and it was clear that you were still heartbroken. Madara would often come over to babysit you for weeks at a time, patiently listening to your cries. But he didn't mind - in fact, he enjoyed being around you. Uchiha would always be there too, witnessing your silly behavior as you danced around the room to your favorite songs. Sometimes, when he checked on the house at night, he couldn't resist taking a peek into your room. And this particular night was no exception to the rule. 

The night had been wild and carefree, filled with laughter and dancing. And now, as you stumbled back to your room with Madara by your side, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest. "Hey Madara, can you help me?" You called out, struggling to undo the zipper on the back of your dress. With a grin, he walked into your room and immediately noticed your predicament. Without hesitation, he took the fabric in his hands and effortlessly slid the zipper down. "Why did you lie, Y/N?" He asked playfully, raising an eyebrow at you. You turned to face him, a mischievous smile spreading across your lips. Without warning, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his.

"What are you doing...?" He mumbled against your mouth, caught off guard by your sudden boldness. But he couldn't resist for long; the intoxicating scent of your perfume and the enticing weight of your body against his was too much to ignore. It had been this way for months now, ever since he realized his growing feelings for you. "What was that for?" He pulled away slightly, looking down at you with surprise.

"I... I just couldn't resist anymore," you admitted sheepishly, a blush spreading across your cheeks. "You're always there to help me, through all my troubles. I want more than just a bodyguard; I like you."

He stepped closer to you, his heart racing with both shock and joy. "My father wouldn't mind; I'm sure he sees how great of a worker you are."

Madara's eyes searched yours as if trying to decipher if you were serious or not. "Y/N, you really mean it?"

"Absolutely." You replied confidently, feeling a warm blush creeping onto your cheeks.

Madara leaned in for another kiss, his warm breath mingling with yours as his hands traced the curve of your bare back. Slowly, he pulled down the zipper of your dress, revealing more and more skin with each tug. A low moan escaped your lips as you felt Madara's desire growing harder against you. "Ah," you sighed, finally giving in to the undeniable attraction between the both of you. "Madara... I knew we felt the same..." His response was a husky chuckle as he leaned in for another kiss, his hands roaming freely over your exposed skin. "I have always had a crush on you, spoiled girl." He murmured against your skin, his hot breath causing goosebumps to rise.

You couldn't help but smile at his admission, feeling a sense of excitement and satisfaction wash over you. "Mm," you moaned softly, savoring the sensation of being wanted by the man you desired.

"I can tell I make you hard for me," you teased, biting your lip as Madara's grin widened. Your words sent a shiver down Madara's spine, and he grinned mischievously. "Ah... Y/N..." He growled, unable to resist any longer as your hand moved to press against his growing hardness. Driven by raw passion and longing, the two of you gave in to carnal desires, kissing passionately and eagerly shedding each other's clothes as you explored the depths of physical pleasure together.

Moans of pleasure escaped your lips as Madara's skilled hands roamed over your body, teasing and caressing every inch of your skin. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses that sent shivers down your spine. This was all you had ever wanted, all those lonely nights when you would fantasize about him and pleasure yourself. The memory of sneaking glimpses at him in the shower, admiring his perfect physique, and watching him release his tension with quick strokes came flooding back to you. His muscular arms and strong thighs were like a work of art, making you weak in the knees just from looking at them. A man like Madara was pure fire, his body radiating heat and power that drew you in and left you wanting more. Every sensation was heightened, every moan escaping your lips hotter than the last as you surrendered completely to him.

Pain and pleasure collide as Madara's fingers plunge deep into your slick, throbbing pussy. You gasp and choke for air, your eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as he thrusts his clammy digits inside you. "You're dripping wet, Y/N," he growls, withdrawing his fingers to taste your sweet essence. A primal huff escapes his lips as he whispers hotly into your ear, "Your tangy and salty flavor is my ultimate addiction."

Your cheeks flushed crimson as he forcefully pinned your hands above your head, rendering you completely at his mercy. With skilled fingers, he teased and tormented you, eliciting a mixture of agonizing pleasure and satisfying pain that contorted your face in a euphoric expression. Your body writhed beneath him, desperate for release as his palm moved faster, creating wet slaps against your aching flesh.  "Ahhh...yes...harder...faster...I am about to cu--" Your words are cut off as Madara captures your lips with his, swallowing your cries of pleasure as you shudder uncontrollably, consumed by an intense orgasm.

Your trembling body was covered in goosebumps, still reeling from the mind-blowing orgasm he had just given you. You let out a soft moan, unable to form coherent words as waves of pleasure washed over you. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction and desire. "Now, turn around and get down on your knees for me." His commanding tone sent shivers down your spine, but you eagerly complied, ready for whatever he had in store for you next.

You assumed this was his preferred behavior in bed - bossy and rough. His commanding voice sends shivers down your spine, igniting a primal desire within you.  "Use me, baby... Take me like I'm nothing but your plaything..."

Madara towers over you, pressing against your back as he strokes his erect shaft teasingly over your sensitive folds. Each twitch of his throbbing member only adds to the building anticipation, but he savors every moment before finally plunging inside you.  "Ah..." You moan, shivering with need. The juices that leaked onto the white sheets made it clear just how much you wanted to have his dick inside you.

You pleaded with desperate breaths, "Just take me... Fuck me... I need you inside of me." Madara's sadistic smirk widened as he taunted, "Beg for it harder, you filthy little slut." His amusement was fueled by your desperation. With a final plea, "Please... I crave you inside of me," Madara finally plunges into your cunt. Ecstatic moans fill the air as his unyielding length grinds against every inch of your aching walls. You sink your teeth into the sheets to muffle your cries of pleasure as he relentlessly thrusts into you, leaving you gasping and trembling in absolute bliss.

The sound of your slippery, wet sex filled the air as Madara's cock thrust in and out of you with force. His breaths were heavy and ragged as he reveled in the warmth and tightness of your pussy. "Your tight pussy feels amazing, Y/N," he moaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "So warm, so moist." He breathed, his fingers digging into your hips as he quickened his pace.

"Harder! Oh please, Madara, faster!" You plead, your body writhing beneath him.

You couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy as he picked up his pace, slamming into you harder and faster. Your hips rose to meet his, desperate for more of him. His hand wrapped around your throat, adding a hint of danger to the intense pleasure coursing through your body. His lips crashed onto yours, fierce and possessive as he claimed you completely. The way he fucked you was both gentle and fierce, a passionate dance of bodies and desire. You couldn't get enough of him, feeling him fill you up completely. Your eyes locked on his intense gaze, sending shivers down your spine. "I love the way you fill me up," you gasped, locking eyes with him and feeling yourself tremble at the sight. Your insides clenched tightly around him, drawing out primal grunts and guttural moans from both of you.

Madara's movements became more urgent, his grip on your neck tightening as he neared climax. "I'm going to come, Y/N," he growled against your lips, setting off fireworks in your body.

A deep groan of pleasure escaped your lips as you shifted position, straddling him and moving with a frantic pace. His hands gripped your hips, guiding your movements as he moaned in ecstasy. You watched Madara's face, taking in every expression as he reached his climax inside of you. The look of complete satisfaction and bliss on his features was a beautiful sight to behold. Your body continued to ride him, the slick sensation of his release coating your insides and intensifying the pleasure for both of you.

Madara's sounds of pleasure filled the air, grunts and hisses escaping him as he surrendered himself to you. "Y/N...ah...you...fuck..." he moaned out, lost in the intense pleasure coursing through his body.

Your body continued to move over his, smearing his warm cum all over your insides and intensifying his already powerful orgasm. Madara's grunts and hisses filled the air, each one accompanied by your name and a string of curse words that only added to the intensity between you.

As the moments stretched on, the sounds and sensations enveloped you both, until finally you collapsed onto him, breathless and spent. But even in this moment of exhaustion, you couldn't help but admire the way Madara looked - completely blissed out and utterly content with what had just transpired between you.

After a while, you feel his body relax against yours and his powerful member soften inside of you. Your bodies are entwined in the aftermath of passionate lovemaking, and you both lay there in silence, catching your breath. "It was...It was fucking amazing." He pants out, sweat glistening on his forehead. Uchiha leans in to kiss your lips tenderly, his dark eyes filled with adoration. "Mm... I know, right Madara." You nuzzle into his chest, feeling content and satisfied. At this moment, he is no longer just your bodyguard. From now on, you are perfect lovers who will continue to grow and evolve together into something more meaningful. Every touch, every kiss, every embrace only solidifies the bond between you two as it blossoms into a deeper connection.

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