#naoya anon from hell

[zeninsama-moved]

omg I’m also up to chapter 11….. the author finished the story last year but they released a surprise epilogue this year and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since….to this day I still wonder…. but yeh this fic re-wired my brain i find it funny how Naoya yn and gojo start off with so much denial about their feelings and each chapter gets more heart-wrenching when very subtle details get revealed …like the dark shit that happens in the zenin household had my eyes bulging out like….is that what they meant….oh fuck💀💀💀💀 also the intended miscarriage, backstabbing and negative pregnancy test still hurts my heart so much TO THIS DAY THERE IS SO MUCH REGRET IN THIS STORY….. I REMEMBER NAOYA TUGGING AT MY HEART STRINGS AT THIS PART OF THE STORY AND ALSO FEELING REALLY BAD FOR GOJO BC YOU CAN REALLY SEE HOW MUCH HE ADORES HER BUT HE’S COMING SECOND right now😭😭😭🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣🫣 I love how Naoya and gojo have so many similarities and differences but they still love to spoil yn hurghhhhh

checking in with my beloved naoya anon from hell....... I'VE LEFT OFF ON CHAPTER 20 BECAUSE I HAVE A LITTLE MORE WORK TO DO TODAY BUT I WANTED TO SHARE MY THOUGHTS!

i felt my heart break into a billion pieces when reader and naoya finally said goodbye to each other and she was begging him not to go. when she was imagining what their life would be like together in a kinder world. promising she would find him again even though there are no happy endings for them. good god. that trope always makes me cry so hard!

BIG TW but especially now that she's considering going to hell just to be with him again, her husband that never had to force her to love him ;-; but it makes me soft knowing she's choosing to stay because of megumi and tsumiki, when she saw the framed photo of them i immediately remembered her telling megumi she wouldn't leave again </3

WHAT NAOYA SAW IN HER DOMAIN THO... REVEALING THAT THEIR FIRST BABY WAS A LITTLE GIRL AND CONSIDERING JUST SAYING FUCK IT AND TAKING OFF TO A PLACE WHERE IT WOULDN'T MATTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and then the negative pregnancy test being so heartbreaking because she wanted to still have a part of him with her </3 i feel like a military wife from ye olden days wondering when my husband will return from war this is MISERABLE!!!!!

also kinda unrelated but the song strangers by ethel cain lowkey reminds me of naoya from this fic and their relationship... more specifically the last bit – "found you just to tell you that i made it real far / and that i never blamed you for loving me the way that you did / while you were torn apart / i would still wait with you there" & "just know that I love you / (i do) / and i'll see you when you get here"

brb gonna go cry and surround myself in the smell of osmanthus tea and tobacco

[chuluoyi]

only if you are up for a challenge. Naoya Zenin x f!reader in which he got her pregnant, then she left out of fear and he found her again and won't let her go :)))

when you loved me

- zen'in naoya x reader

you loved him... but you have had enough of the shit you've experienced—his arrogance, horrible family and another woman—and decided to leave him for the sake of yourself and your child

genre/warnings: angst to comfort, implied cheating, most likely ooc, honestly i almost made it a vs naoya fic with no consolation, happy ending aka naoya is decent

note: this ask... has been collecting dust in my askbox for about SIX MONTHS HAHAH, so sorry anon. i'll just leave it here and let it burn however just bc i don’t want to delete what i’ve written :’)

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"How... how could you?"

Once, you thought, you were in love with Zen'in Naoya.

Well, you couldn't deny that he had personality flaws, but deep down, at one point in your life, you still believed that he too loved you.

You stared at him through tears brimming in your eyes, and he was just there, looking at the little being in your arms with a mix of shock and... something else you couldn't name. Dismay? Disappointment? Black rage?

"Go away, Naoya," you declared through your gritted teeth, pulling the baby in your arms even closer to you, as though fearing he might do something drastic. No way in hell would you let him after what he made you go through.

His eyes twitched as he tried to hold himself back from losing it. He took a few deep breathes in order to stay composed.

“Y/N, answer me,” he growled, still with the same condescending tone you remembered nine months ago, when you resolutely decided to leave him. “Is that baby mine?”

This was absolute madness. You had driven him insane. Naoya was certain he would go feral on you after you boldly left him without a trace, and when he found you, you were cradling this baby in your arms—which he was absolutely sure, enough to bet on his life, that the little thing was also his.

The woman he loves has given birth to his child.

You had imagined all sort of scenarios in which this very event would occur. This was one of them actually.

“No,” you firmly replied, gaze hardening. “Not yours. So kindly let yourself out of my house, Naoya.”

“Absolute bullshit!” he shouted and you flinched. His sudden rise of voice also woke the poor baby in your arms.

His heart hammered inside his chest. There were many things that made a mess of his head. You running away from him. The nights of madness he went through, wondering where you were and if you were alright. And now, the fact you had his baby without him ever knowing.

“Where were you? Why did you leave— you were having my—”

Fuck, he didn’t even know if he had a son or daughter.

You tried to console your child, now tears also streaming down your cheeks too. But it was more of frustration and anger rather than fear. “Can you blame me? Zen’in Naoya, you have made my life hell!”

“Hell?” It felt like an total insult to his pride. “How—!”

“You!” you screamed at his face. “I’ve had enough of your shit! And not to mention your father—that horrible drunkard who always looks down on me and treats me as if I were some gold digger! And also the whole of your goddamn, entitled clan—they always harass me right in front of my face!”

All of this stunned him on this place. Truth to be told, he knew a little to nothing at all about what his kin had done to you.

“I don’t need your family’s wealth! I can live on my own just fine even with your bastard!” Your tirade still hadn’t ended, but you had to put your baby on her cot first and dismiss her ever growing cries because you were tired of all of this. This life. This absolute nightmare that was caused by one fatal mistake of falling in love with Zen’in Naoya.

“But what the fuck? You’re asking why I left? How dare you ask me that after what you did!”

“What did I even do?!” His denial made a blood vessel about to burst inside your brain. “You never fucking told me what my father did! If only you did, I would have—”

“Look, you don’t even acknowledge it!” You were so tired of this. You wished you could die and just end all of this mental suffering. Why did this have to happen to you out of a billion people out there?

And yet, still, ultimately, you were happy with him. Those memories of the two of you together, just idyllically spending time together, or sometimes even playfully clashing opinions— to you, they were irreplaceable.

So, that's why...

Your heart shattered at the screeching cries of your baby. But you had to slam this in Naoya’s face.

“That was the last straw—seeing you with that fucking woman, you insufferable, demented, cheating bastard!”

That string of profanities you screamed at his face made Naoya finally lost it, as he gripped you tightly and his eyes flared with pure white-hot anger. “Say that again—say that again, you—!”

A toe-curling scream ripped out of your baby and you wrenched yourself out of his grasp through sheer will. Naoya was left reeling as he watched your horrified expression, as you plucked the baby into your arms again.

“Shh, shh,” you shushed your child amidst your own quivering lips. “Mama is here… Don’t cry…”

Right at that moment, it was as if something had pierced his chest and left a gaping hole. He really had a living baby. That baby was crying because of him.

The sting of the anger was still there, but now guilt started to overpower it as he regained his cool somewhat. “Is that a—” his breath hitched. He had to know. At the very, very least he had to know.

You didn’t immediately answer. You were still absolutely heartbroken by how it all turned out. But above all else, you could no longer deny him of his own child.

“A girl,” you sniffled.

A daughter. A daughter— in the one split second after knowing that, Naoya made the quickest decision of his life.

“Come back. Live with me,” he said, resolute. “You’re the mother of my child—I won’t let anyone lay their hand on you again. You have my word.”

Women are pain in the ass. That was what he used to think. Until you. Not when it's you. It astounded even himself how the sight of you like this was enough to drive knives into his chest.

“Look, that’s not it,” your tears were now falling free and fast, unable to hold it back longer. “How can you ask me that—when you went behind my back with another woman? Naoya, I love you—loved you. But isn’t this too cruel? How can you do this to me?”

“What woman are you talking about?” He tried to compose himself, but your accusation of him with someone whose existence he didn’t even know was getting in his nerves. “I have never been unfaithful to you! I know we don't always agree to things, but do you really think that low of me?”

“Evidently, I saw you with her. Your father made it a point that she’s your next plaything—or possibly even, fiancée!”

There was a memory that sprung into his head when you mentioned that. He recalled that vain, stupid woman, and he definitely remembered telling his father that he refused her. It wasn’t long before you disappeared.

Now everything clicked.

“Listen to me,” Naoya started, jaw clenching. “Whatever my father told you—those are all lies. I turned her down right there and then. I wouldn’t do that to you. You know that. You should have known that.”

Sobs wrecked your body and soul at this point. You knew where your place was. Zen’in Naoya was a man outside your league, his family made it so clear to you that you were nothing but dirt in their eyes. And perhaps that was why, back then, you chose to protect yourself and left him, believing he was capable of that too.

And now before you, you could see the man you loved once again.

“Come back to me.” His gaze burned you. “This time, for sure, I won’t let anyone touch you— I won’t let them even say a word about you! I will marry you, and we will raise our daughter together.”

“I… I don’t want to live there, Naoya…” you sobbed. You hated that place. Like hell would you have your pride stomped and deceived again.

“Alright, if that’s what you want. We won’t live there. You won’t have to see any of their faces again.”

Gazing into your face, marked by trails of tears, he finally, finally felt his heart break. And he thought, that in front of him now was the only woman who could upturn his whole trajectory.

“Just… come back. To me. I will take care of you. I swear it.”

[lightlycareless]

I was reading your scorned ex husband stories and they made me so sad(especially the second one) then I started thinking about the twin au and like what if the twins parent trap them in a different divorced au? Lol. Naoya is still a dick obviously for splitting up twins(seriously who would do that??) but maybe not completely irredeemable for Y/N to forgive him 🥺 Hehe this is just something silly I thought up and wanted to share

Hellooooooo

Heheh this got me watching the movie again, right in the nostalgia. It had been so long since I last saw it that I actually didn't remember most of it, but I do think however: how the hell did they think that was a good idea 🤣 gee, talk about parent of the year.

Anyways, some liberties were taken to make the story work, though the premise is essentially the same.

Also, these are the works anon is referring to :) Ex-husband 1 & Ex-husband 2. Now onto the warnings:

Warnings: none major. Naoya is an a_hole, as always. Naomi and Naori are adorable, but poor kids seriously :'(.

Happy reading!!

If Naoya does this, you effectively hate him from that point forward.

It is non-negotiable, you never want to see him ever again, especially after the cruel words he used to justify the separation of his children:

“I only ever cared about Naori anyways.”

You made it your life-long purpose to keep Naomi from someone as despicable as her father—though it hurt you to do so, for it also meant you’d be away from your beloved son; just 2 years into his life… you barely got to make any memories with him before he was stripped away from your arms.

But such was the divorce agreement: the two would keep one child, and out of their lives.

Naoya remains in Kyoto with his son at the Zen’in estate, while you move back to Tokyo, close to your family but distant enough to have your own apartment. Just the two of you, the little home you always wanted.

In an unexpected turn of events, Naomi and Naori would go on completely unaware of each other until enrolling in the same elementary school.

It was almost undetectable at the beginning since Naomi now had your last name—but once teachers and students alike began to realize their physical similarities, it became impossible to ignore.

“No… we don’t look alike.” Naori would quietly complain. Out of the two, he was the least enthusiastic about this advancement, doing his best to avoid the limelight due to his reserved nature.

However, that wouldn’t mean anything to Naomi: ever the bubble one, she was nothing but to have a new best friend that looked just like her!

“We’re almost like twins!” she gasped—same hair color, eyes, height… how could they not? “I’ve always wanted a baby brother too.”

“Well, I don’t! And I could be older too, you know? Besides, why would I want a sister that’s weak and ugly…?”

Intended to hurt her, Naomi only laughed at his words, for it would take much more than that to bring her down—one could even say that the two were reflections of their respective parents in that matter: the only contrast between the two, as a matter of fact.

“That’s not true!” she happily refuted, taking hold of his hand and heading to the playground. “Now, come on! I want to go on the swings, and I need someone to push me!”

Though Naori was greatly unwilling at first, he’d soon warm up to her, mainly because she was part of the few, if not the only, kid that didn’t bother him because of his shyness; always rushing to the rescue whenever bullies began to swarm him, as well as reassure him there was nothing wrong with being the way he was.

And if that wasn’t enough, the food Naomi began to share with him (courtesy of you, after much insistence from her part) effectively validated their friendship.

“When will you ever bring him over?” you tease, it’s the happiest you’d ever seen your daughter! And for that, you couldn’t help but feel glad and obligated to repay the favor.

“I don’t know, mama. Nori-kun tells me his papa can be quite strict.”

You chuckle.

“Well, I’m sure I can convince him next time the parents have a meeting at school.”

“His papa doesn’t go to school.” Naomi frowns, her words making you sad for the poor child. “Says he’s too busy.”

“Oh, that’s awful. Well, what about the mama?”

“He doesn’t have one.”

Your heart longs to comfort him.

If they only knew…

And as time went on and their friendship flourished even more, so did their interests for one another; beyond those of their favorite colors and toys, and more into… personal grounds.

Matters that had always quietly hurt Naori one way or the other since he could remember; more so since you had been nothing but sweet and kind to a figuratively unknown kid, which highlighted the fact he never had that one thing he always wished for.

What he might never have, since his father has long given up on it, considering the way he coldly changes the subject, or completely ignores it. Naori simply… doesn’t talk about it.

Until now.

“Why don’t you have a dad?” He dares to ask; it’s no secret that the one to pick him up at school is one of his father’s many subordinates, always changing, not enough to be interesting to the other parents outside of how rich (or a jerk) he must be to have employees pick up his child.

Compared to you, always spoken of fondly for the following reasons:

If it was Valentine’s Day, you’d send Naomi with a big box of candies so she could share with all the class.

Halloween was the same, even hosting small gatherings if the children wished to celebrate in a safe environment.

If it was a classmate’s birthday, you always made sure to send them a personal gift or attend their birthday party. Your gifts might’ve put some parents to shame from time to time, but it didn’t matter, you kind of grew to be some kind of celebrity thus a few always tried to be on your good side—or Naomi’s, so to speak.

Naomi’s birthday… well, some fought to be on the guest list.

In other words,you were an amazing for both kids and parents alike, enough to inspire Naori to daydream about what it would be to have a loving mother like you—to always be at the door once it was time to leave, patiently waiting for the moment your daughter would come into view and subsequently pick her up into a tight, warm hug, followed by a kiss and wide smile as you urged Naomi to tell you all about her day.

Or more importantly, wonder if you were open to adopting him.

“Oh… that—I… don’t know!” Naomi responds truthfully. “Mama never talks about him.”

“Have you asked her?”

“Once or twice, but all she says is that I should focus on my studies!

…

But I can see how sad she gets whenever I mention him.” She continues. “Mama isn’t very good at hiding “adult talk” and neither is my auntie, so I always get to hear how lonely she is when they talk about him! … and how she should try dating other people, or whatever that means, so she wouldn’t feel like that anymore.”

“I think is when you marry someone.” Naori tries to explain, Naomi scowls out of disgust.

She doesn’t like the idea of sharing her mama with someone else, grows somewhat jealous too.

Well, maybe if it was Uncle Nanami, he’s always been nice to her and her mama. Not Geto because she plans on marrying him herself.

And she supposes her papa too… but how could someone you love make you sad?

“I don’t want her marrying anyone.” Naomi shakes her head. “She’s happy with me!”

“But don’t you wonder about your dad?” he asks. “What did he look like? How did he meet your mom?”

Or how they fell in love?

Naturally. Because just as Naori, and even after you tried your hardest to distract her from it… she too longed to have a father. Someone to play with her after finishing all her homework, put her over his shoulders and let her see the world from his height, or protect her from the monsters that lived inside the closet…

There must be an answer to both of their mysteries—people don’t simply disappear.

And such, is how they assigned themselves a new mission; a task of the upmost importance, requiring all their attention and care if they wish to uncover why they only have one parent—and who was such peculiar character.

Anything that could hint such solution is a chance they’d take, however…

To Naomi, this endeavor proved quite fruitless, for any indication of your past relationship was effectively ripped from the evidence. Quite literally: thousands and thousands of pictures cut in half, neatly removing the person that accompanied her mother—whom she assumed to be her father. And that’s without mentioning your consistent disapproval of the matter. Naomi was right where she began.

This lack of advancement both frustrated her and placed more pressure onto Naori’s efforts, which shockingly, turned to be quite more than what they bargained for. Getting results neither could’ve imagined, not even in their wildest dreams…

“Naomi-chan… I’m not sure if you’re ready to see this.” Naori would caution as he placed down a large wooden box before her, filled with his findings.

“Why? Why not, Naori-kun?” she frets, surely it couldn’t be anything too outrageous.

…Could it?

Yes, it could. And it was.

Because beyond the astonishing realization that all the pictures Naori brought were in virtually perfect shape…

The fact they both recognize the people in the photo, Naomi’s mother, wearing that same bright eyed, wide smile look on her face whenever particularly excited. Happy—alongside Naori’s father, with his usual dyed hair, ear piercings, and striking eyes…

Holding two newborn babies—named Naomi and Naori such as the inscription in the back stated, alongside their birth time and date (Naomi is older, at last is known) …

Is what truly shocked them.

…

…

…

You. Naoya.

Naomi and Naori.

Mama and papa.

A family, for all intents and purposes.

What everyone around them proclaimed: siblings.

Naomi and Naori were siblings. Twins.

“Does that mean we—”

Naori nods. If it hadn’t been obvious enough by now.

Nonetheless, as thrilling as this discovery was, for it essentially made their respective dreams come true… another question arose. One that undoubtedly could not proceed unanswered.

“Why aren’t our parents together?”

Or most importantly:

“How can we get them back together?”

“But what if they don’t want to?” Naori frets.

“I told you already! Mama looks very happy wit him, and auntie says she’s very lonely too… besides, if they get back together that means we’ll finally be a happy family! And isn’t that what you wanted?”

Naori presses his lips together, nodding.

“I want a happy family too. I’ve always wanted a papa to play with!” Naomi continues.

“And a mom to hug…” Naori adds. “What do we do?”

First…

Get them together, face to face. In other words, talk. It’s how adults always preached problems got solved.

Since you had given Naomi the impression you’re not interested in anything pertaining to Naori’s dad, she had to get creative. Force you into a position where you wouldn’t be able to ignore her as you’ve done before—and one where Naoya would inevitably have to go to school too.

It had to be a convincing excuse, and since the two were children in need of dire solutions, their innocent minds led them to the most extreme resolution yet.

“I need you to punch me.” Naomi says, determined.

“Why?!” he gasps.

“Because I need to get hurt for mama to come, and if you’re the one in trouble they’ll have to call your papa, and then, the two will be here, just as we planned!”

“Can’t we do something less dangerous…?” Naori doesn’t like the idea of getting in trouble with his strict dad, as if he weren’t insufferable enough…

“No, Naori. It must be this!”

“But I don’t want to punch you…”

“Come on, we have to do it to have a family!!” she insists. “Or do you not want mama to make you food every day? To hug you too??”

He swallows.

“I do.”

“Then do it!”

And… he does. After taking a deep breath, clenching his fist and hitting Naomi in what she could only describe the weakest punch she could’ve ever anticipated. Surely, not enough to make this case convincing.

“Naori! You have to hit harder than that!”

“I—I tried!” he cries.

“No, you didn’t!” she cries back. “You didn’t even try!”

“Ye—yes I did!” Naori frowns. “It’s not my fault I’m not as strong as you!”

“Yeah, right! You’re a boy, you’re supposed to hit harder!” Naomi adds, smirking soon after an idea crosses her mind. “… Then I guess you don’t really want a mama.”

“I do want a mom…”

“No, it’s fine. I should’ve known not to trust you with something so important anyways—” she says, words that brush each and every one of Naori’s insecurities. “You’re just as weak as everyone else says…”

With a frown on his face, and a sour tightness in his chest, little Naori quickly clenched his fist and prepared himself to prove her wrong once and for all. Show that he wanted this just as much as she did—if not more.

Naomi was trying her best to get a rise out of Naori, everything necessary to motivate a genuine hit out of him and get their plan in motion—she never meant any of those words, intended to apologize after all was said and done, though she doubted it would matter once they got what they sought after.

But it was almost comical how it happened, how he miscalculated his steps, how far his hand had to travel to hit Naomi, and how he ended up doing far more than necessary: but convincingly so, in the end. Tripping over her and sending the two tumbling down, loudly hitting the ground in such a motion that had them scraping their skin, and of course, tears following suit.

“Maaaaaaa, I want my mamaaaaa.” Naomi intuitively cried, tightly holding onto the teacher as the two were sent to the infirmary.

Naori didn’t cry much for his father, he rarely did considering his prominent absence, but just one look at his teary face and trembling lip, and it was obvious whom he sought for comfort—the same one the school somehow convinced to come along and deal with this unfortunate incident.

As well as the supposed altercation that made way for all this to happen in the first place.

“No, what do you mean a fight??” You’re the first to arrive, demanding a believable explanation from the teacher. “That’s not—that doesn’t sound like my daughter!”

“I know, I thought the same… but that’s what the kids are saying.” She explains. “That Naomi-chan was inciting Naori-kun to punch her, and that she was even saying awful things to get him to do that. I don’t know what they were doing, if they were playing a game or… I don’t know; all of it is so weird—I’m sorry.”

You sigh.

“It’s fine. There’s no need to stress when it’s already happened.” You explain. “Is the parent of the child here already?”

“Should be soon, but I don’t know if he’s actually coming, Naori’s dad isn’t quite… present.”

You frown at the name.

“Naori? Wasn’t he Naomi’s best friend?”

She nods.

“It just makes everything even more unbelievable… really, what’s gotten to them?”

You hope to figure such when speaking to the poor child your daughter allegedly antagonized, after apologizing for such behavior of course. Which you’d have to deal with after returning home—Naomi… seriously, what could’ve possibly gone through her mind to incite such act? Was she being bullied? Did Naori suddenly decide he no longer wanted to be friends with her?

And why did his name appear to be so… familiar?

You’d figure it out soon enough when entering the infirmary, quickly scanning across the room for your daughter—only to freeze upon locking into Naoya’s; a much smaller, softer version of them, that is.

“Mamaaaaa!!” Naomi quickly cries when seeing you walk past the door, rushing to your side and hugging you tightly, the adrenaline of the whole succession still vivid in her mind. “Mama, it—it hurts a lot!”

Comforting her ought to be your utmost priority, but at the sight of your estranged child, the baby you were forcibly stripped away from… you couldn’t think of anything else but pinching yourself to see if this was a dream—if he was truly there, before you: flesh and bone. After so many years of distance…!

And naturally, hug him. Keep him so, so close to you and never let go; to make up for all the time you’ve spent apart and the things you never got to do because of his undeserving, cruel father…

Who stomped past the door soon after, equally freezing when seeing his estranged child, and ex-wife after 5 years of imposed silence. Startled, as if he hadn’t been the deciding factor behind it all.

Or perhaps, the reason why Naori enrolled in this school in the first place.

“Y/N.”

“Naoya.”

Looks like there’s much to catch up to.

Obviously, part 2 is needed. Essentially where Naoya will disclose more of what the hell was going on in his mind when pulling that stunt, as well as some angst. I have to. hahaha

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this little thing I wrote; I do love it when we indulge into domestic au... but not at the expense of the kids 😭😭😭 think of the children!!! lol.

Well, 0nce again, thank you so much for sending in this ask!! Now take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[kideaternomnom]

Also your ignoring that fact that Naoya Zenin was groomed as a child by the zenin clan.

'And conditioned to view himself as his father's successor and as a result, Naoya's arrogance grew to crazy levels even as a child. He looked down on all those he views as weaker than him, which is the vast majority of the people Naoya came across except Toji."

Bet if he wasn't around zenin he's be chill.

Also don't think he's touch mai she'd be less abrasive to ppl but no shes super gross and by that I mean shes a bully with nothing to show for her arrogance so when she died no one went...oh no. Ppl went.. and? Oh maki looks cool.. maybe if gege had given us more but I bet Mawi was probably cheering her bullys death. And momi always to to place mai in the victim speech light why she harassing new years...

So the infamous Mai hating anon who spammed my whole ass inbox finally stopped being anonymous.

Anon, respectfully, I don’t give two shits for Naoya. And I never will. He’s a piece of shit who abused Maki/Mai whether he was raised a certain way or not, with possible r*p3 implied. If you’re going to hate on HIS VICTIM whilst saying she wasn’t a victim and proceed to defend Naoya then respectfully get the fuck out of my inbox. I’m not in the mood for bs like this. Mai is a victim, that’s that. She was abused, belittled, whether YOU want to accept that or not. She was rude yes, but she was mad at her sister for valid reasons and she’s still a victim. Naoya’s a piece of shit and that’s that. Mai’s an example of an abuse victim which CAN represent real life scenarios even if fictional. So if you’re going to spew abuse apologism whilst defending the canon abuser please respectfully shut the hell up.

I don’t give a flying fuck if he was raised that way. It doesn’t justify his nasty actions and him being misogynistic. That’s like saying I shouldn’t hate Firelord Ozai from ATLA for trying to cause genocide just because he was raised that way. They’re still pieces of shits and that’s that.

So respectfully, thank you for the asks- but get the fucking hell out of my inbox with that abuse apologism and victim blaming.

[hanasnx]

ok, take this with a grain of salt bcs i don’t know much about him 😖but naoya’s definitely into anal. he’s saying he’s gonna fuck the shit out of your pussy, maybe bruise your cervix to the point you can’t even move, but then he’s flipping you over yanking your ass in the air, spitting directly onto your puckered hole, rubbing his calloused thumb over the sensitive skin. he didn't bother with any real preparation, only sparing a moment to spit again before sliding the blunt head of his thick cock in. because who the fuck was he to make everything feel good for you? this is all for him, ur just a body with two holes to satisfy him. "mm, tight as hell," he grunted, pressing your face into the sheets as he sank in to the hilt. "might be better than that slutty pussy. don’t know for sure though, can’t knock you up this way— but we can try, yeah? Yeah, we can fucking try.” - 🧃

"ok, take this with a grain of salt bcs i don’t know much about him" dewai it babe idk jack about him tbh which is rare for me

"naoya’s definitely into anal" and then you come out with the realest sentence ever

"he’s flipping you over yanking your ass in the air, spitting directly onto your puckered hole, rubbing his calloused thumb over the sensitive skin" god. god god god please please godddd the callused thumb got me

"he didn't bother with any real preparation, only sparing a moment to spit again before sliding the blunt head of his thick cock in. because who the fuck was he to make everything feel good for you? this is all for him, ur just a body with two holes to satisfy him." shut the fuck up. my god. this is so real and so important to me

"mm, tight as hell," wish u could feel the way my body reacted to this sentence

""might be better than that slutty pussy. don’t know for sure though, can’t knock you up this way— but we can try, yeah? Yeah, we can fucking try.”" oh my Fucking god. "slutty pussy"??? "cant knock you up this way"???? "but we can try yea"????? juicy this is an attempt on my life. my brows are all the way up, my jaw all the way down. you have me shocked you have me floored. im bowing rn idk what else to do. im moaning over here

another banger from juicebox anon everyone clap

[voxofthevoid]

I don't know if you've answered this before, but do you have any other characters you ship Yuuji and Gojo with or are they exclusive for you? What do you think of ItaFushi or SatuSugu for example, their other popular ships?

It's come up in general a few times, I think. I've had a couple of anons ask whether I ship sukugo or tojogo (solid no for both) and another about my thoughts on Yuuji ships.

(In shocking news, Tumblr search continues to be useless.)

The short version is that goyuu is the only ship I'm well and truly obsessed with; they haunt my waking and sleeping hours, etc etc. They're not exclusive for me though—more like, half of them isn't. I ship Yuuji with a lot of characters (in theory at least; I don't read much in JJK). But goyuu is the only Gojou ship I like. I avoid everything else. This tends to be a pattern for me across fandoms, actually.

My thoughts on itafushi are covered in that Yuuji ships post I linked above. But expanding on that some more, I really love its tragic elements. The way it's consistently love for each other that leads them into some of their worst experiences. Yuuji eats the finger and later dies to save Megumi even before developing any deep bond with him, and Yuuji's impact on Megumi is pronounced throughout the aftermath, especially during the Goodwill event (his dialogue with Kamo, for instance). And post-Shibuya, Yuuji's self-imposed isolation is born from concern for Megumi to a large degree, and Megumi ignoring that concern and deciding to stick with Yuuji is what ultimately leads to Sukuna's incarnation (the Tsumiki-Yorozu mess determines the timing, yes, but the situation was their making too). Depending on the current state of Megumi's soul, I'd like to see some final interaction between them. Feed us some tragedy, Gege.

No one's asked me about satosugu before, so here we go: People who like Getou Suguru and/or satosugu, stop reading here.

I loathe it. It's the only JJK ship that makes me hiss on sight. Like I said, I avoid all non-goyuu Gojou ships, but I don't care if my eyeballs accidentally land on, say, nanago or sukugo. Satosugu, however, turns me into this:

The reasons are twofold. One, satosugu is so ubiquitous that you literally cannot avoid it no matter how many filters you use. It's the first time I'm understanding how it must have been to be a non-stucky shipper in post-2014 MCU fandom, but man, I didn't want to understand. I did start out with just garden-variety distaste for satosugu, but that only lasted till the 100th or so evasion of my block filters. Two, I can't stand Getou. Pre-villainhood, he's fine—well written and interestingly flawed. Post-villainhood? He pisses me off (that's its own essay that I won't get into here). The only characters I dislike more than Getou in JJK are Mahito and Naoya.

Gojou, in contrast, is my second-favorite character after Yuuji. The combination of Character I Adore/Character I Loathe means I run the hell away from the ship.

(For those of you who like Gojou and/or satosugu and read my fics: None of this will show in my writing, don't worry. These days, I'm fairly good at treating characters I dislike fairly, as my MCU fics show).

[colourstreakgryffin]

Omg aaa!! I loved it sm you always serving me 5 course meals with you wring!! I have another idea to run by you,lovely,,can I request yan! Tengen, Yan! Rengoku, Yan! Naoya, and Yan! toji, where...

They originally had yandere intentions over readers friend, her friend is like this perfect being (like gojo or smth) but then they see reader who is like an absolute mess and is barely making it by. Thank you for you time-!!💗💗

(Ps. I feel like as a feminist I should love Naoya as much as I do💀)

-💗💗 anon<3

Daaaamn, I’ll try! This is a extremely difficult situation to understand but I hope my interpretation is what you wanted!

Yandere! Uzui Tengen

Tengen never realised you were the right one to become his fourth wife for way too long and he is simply embarrassed over who he thought he loved. You’re all-so-perfect entity best friend but you’re the one who really needs the love

Just like everybody else here, he is completely possessed by the concept of keeping you safe and getting you into your feet, despite the fact he won’t leave you alone. He does everything for you and makes his wives look after you when he is away

He wants you, more than anything, to love him as madly as he loves you for rescuing you from certain doom. His delusion rotten mind doesn’t realise his fantasies aren’t reality, yet, he keeps trying and he even proposes to you at one point in full confidence you’ll say yes

Yandere! Kyojuro Rengoku

Kyojuro entirely regrets who he use to chase after before he was saved. Some self-absorbed bitch who thinks she is the greatest, but then he met you. And he knew he needed to devote himself into saving you

You need help more than anything and Kyojuro is prepared to flip everything upside to protect you. To save you, to make you view him as your saviour and love him deeply that you can’t live without him

He may be just as. Not a healthy nor a sane saviour, a saviour so obsessed with you and keeping you alive, he loses touch to reality and spends all his time getting you money, looking after you. Doing everything he can so you’ll fall in love with him

Yandere! Zen'in Naoya

Naoya genuinely believes he was brainwashed when he finally meets you. That rotten know-it-all wannabe goddess made him ignore the true love of his dreams and he may just consider hunting her down and silencing her for good with how much anger he has pent up in that moment

This man spends all his time gathering money and self-care supplies whilst he has you in his place against your will. You may hate it and scream and shake around but you can’t deny that he is devoting himself to save and protect you from a life of hell. As Naoya thinks

He will not let you go outside without him. It’s too dangerous and he can’t trust you as of yet so he keeps you locked up in specific locations of his home. It’s cruel but he always spills his heart out to you as he brushes through your clean hair and sniffs it, obsessing over the scent

Yandere! Fushiguro Toji

Toji quickly goes from chasing the perfect Angel that reminded him partly of Gojo to the struggling nobody, as he relates intently to you and your barely living standard. He does the same, most of the time. Yes, he doesn’t have much money but he has strength and skill to get money

His killer instincts increase and a protective nature grows through his rotting heart with his Yandere senses. He is the Sorcerer Killer after all, he has more than enough to keep you and him alive, and even provide for the two of you decently

He is clingy over you. You’re a bit emotionally weak so he must shoo away the problems and comfort you so nothing else can get anymore worse. He may be a deadbeat for his past families but his loyalty towards you is undefeatable and he can’t bring himself to leave you behind. If he moves, so do you… against your will

Sorry about coloured Kyojuro. I couldn’t find any non-coloured manga icons i haven’t used already

[siriuslysatorusimping]

i got three questions on my mind !!

1. so *does* gojo trust rinko completely then?? i cant imagine he does given geto was literally his one and only best friend who went a different path. so how does he feel about rinko in that sense? and also vice versa with rinko bc she’s got some trauma too

2. do the zenins know that rinko spends time with megumi bc i bet that would piss them off

3. given rinko is a grade 1 and shes going to get hard missions that could end up being too much, does she ever get a mission that ends badly (someone dies or smth to that effect) / how would she react in a situation like that?

MORE HEAVY HITTERS. I love it. Thank you so much sweet anon 💕

I'm loving this!! ❤️❤️

Okay, these will eventually all be addressed in the story, so I'm going to try to keep it spoiler free while also answering your questions!! Answers are below the cut!

1.) Does Gojo trust her completely? And vice versa?

Short answer: Eventually he's going to trust her completely. And it's gonna scare the shit outta him. (this is going to be a HUGE piece of their story in the future so I can't reveal too much more)

He already trusts her more than he's trusted a lot of other people because she has a key to his place. She's proven herself a few times already that she's worthy of it and he hasn't even realized how much he actually trusts her yet.

She trusts him very deeply already. The fact that he has respected every single one of her boundaries and let her handle the Zenin's on her own, even when he clearly doesn't want to, has shown her she can trust him. In fact, he already, even just where we are so far in their story, knows more about her than anyone else she knows, with maybe Shoko as an exception. Him learning about Naoya stabbing her was big, because only Shoko knew about that before.👀

(Some of you may have clocked that Shoko knew who her family was before anyone else, how free she was talking about it when it was just the two of them. THAT is a lil easter egg for you.) Because Hime knows there's something, but she doesn't know the extent. Only knows the Zenin's don't like her.

2.) Does the Zenin clan know how much time she spends with Megumi?

Short answer: Not to the extent that she does. But they actually don't care as much as she thinks they would.

They know she spends time with him when he's with Gojo, but they don't realize how much, and she wants to keep it that way to keep them from being able to exploit the relationship. They sure as hell don't know she took him on a fun trip for his birthday.

But they don't care as much as she's afraid they will. Primarily because she isn't any worse than Megumi spending so much time with Gojo and they know they can't exactly stop it. Because Gojo has laid claim to Megumi in a way, they know that touching him means Gojo has free reign to go apeshit on them. And he's made it clear that he will. So as long as Megumi isn't causing them any real trouble, they kinda don't give a fuck.

3.) Does she get jobs that are too much/how does she handle losing someone on a job?

Short answer: Shibuya.

She'll be present during the Shibuya Incident. And she'll also be holding down Kyoto when Geto is releasing his death parade in 2017. Gojo is going to ask her personally to take care of Kyoto for him so that he doesn't need to worry about it.

In this next part, actually, we're going to learn that Rinko has been offered a teaching position at Kyoto Tech. And she'll have some current and former students who fall during the battle against Geto's lil "family"

For those of you who have read the manga, you know what happens in Shibuya and she's going to take it incredibly hard. It's going to break her for a bit. She's going to blame herself for quite a few things that are going to be out of her control. And she's going to feel like fate is cheating her out of her happiness on purpose at one point.

We're going to see her blossom at Shibuya in ways that are heartbreaking and empowering and I'm both not ready for you guys to see it and so excited for you to read about it. She's going to take a lot of the pain she's been holding for her entire life and it's going to fuel her.

I'll give a lil taste of something that happens at Shibuya:

“The only mistake is that you were ever born!” she snarled, launching herself at him now. “You spiteful piece of shit! I’ll kill you-!” Nanami caught her by her waist, yanking her away. “Kurisaki,” he said, his glasses slipping when she fought to get away from him. “Kurisaki-” “Let me kill him, Kento,” she snarled, all the emotions she’d been forcing to stay bottled for the past few hours fueling her rage now. “He’s no good to us anyway.” "Rinko!” Nanami snapped, his eyes now flashing at her. “Get a hold of yourself. We can’t afford to fight among ourselves.” “He isn’t one of ours,” she snarled, elbowing him harshly, pulling a grunt of pain from her friend. “Let me go.”

Couple guesses who she's talking about? I'll give you a hint: it isn't Naoya.

As for regular jobs, she mostly gets solo jobs or she has Nanami, Gojo, or occasionally Hime with her. So they handle them relatively well.

Thank you again for your questions!! I'm loving them 😊😊

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Read Another Level on AO3 :)

[saintobio]

with malice aforethought.

↳ zen’in naoya/reader

“know your place,” he reminded, “women are only good to serve as wives, but even you are not deserving of that title.”

genre. angst, explicit smut, 18+

cw. traditional setting, profanity, extreme misogyny, mentions of virginity loss, degradation, fellatio, face slapping, hair pulling, rough sex, unprotected, dom/sub elements, mentions of incest, servant!reader, undertones of delusion

notes. this mans a whole tw himself pls. also, this fic was birthed bc of that one anon who lives in my head rent free lmao and this is one of my fav works ever. enjoy! reblogs are most appreciated uwu

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Being a maidservant for the Zen’in clan was both heaven and hell in itself—six months ago, you were unknown to the idea that such a median place existed in this era of modern times. Just like the interiors of their palace estate, their family structures were candidly traditional. Conservative, at most. Almost in parallel to a historical Japanese period where monarch reigned supreme.

Pride was an intrinsic component upheld by this powerful, noble clan. They embodied the stigma of a family with anachronistic beliefs, perceiving that everyone else outside of their clan were of low-status. Commoners. People that were simply of no use to them other than to serve. Their stern, stone-cold gazes towards their servants alone were enough to bring forward what kind of judgment they had for the people outside of their bloodline.

Still, from the rumors you’ve unintentionally overheard within the estate, some of the clan members have apparently left because of the strict, archaic methods that they ran even to their own kin. No family member was excused to the fact that a Zen’in must maintain a high status by possessing their powerful cursed techniques. In an instance where a member was deemed weak, they would be ostracized.

That was how intimidating the Zen’in clan was. Imbued with the ideology that being weak as a sorcerer was disgraceful to their family. You called it hell because you’ve had to work under their stony, forbidding stares as they ordered you around with very little acknowledgment to your human emotions.

On the other hand, you called it heaven because the pay was irrefutably good and, to a reasonable extent, there was Naoya Zen’in.

Yes, he was an aristocrat. Yes, he was no better than the rest of his very political family. He was an epitome of the aforementioned ideals of their traditionalist clan—often making crude remarks towards the women he targeted with prejudice, often boasting his superiority against his other relatives that he regarded as a competition to his impending inheritance as the next head of the Zen’in clan.

He was raised in an environment of insatiable hunger for power. Forced to grow up in a deeply perfectionist family structure. You knew nothing about Jujutsu sorcery and why they took pride on their infamous curse techniques but you reckoned that they wouldn’t be as powerful and mighty as they were if they didn’t possess qualities that made them one of the big three sorcerer families in the Jujutsu society. With this, a Zen’in had every right to be pompous. Being vainglorious was Naoya’s acquired trait.

But despite all that, you’ve grown to be fond of the man. Ah, what a shame! You expected people would say that. How could you like an egoistic man whose bigotry exceeded unacceptability? What they didn’t know was how he spoiled you with affection behind closed doors and wooed you with praises for being his ‘good girl’, and you being shamelessly stupid to fall for his charms, had long been wrapped around his fingers.

Naoya’s behavior didn’t match his strikingly handsome face. The same face that looked down at you each time you came to his quarters to serve him of his needs. One of those needs, in fact, had a double-meaning inclined into it.

One of which you were also willing to go through again on this fine eventide. Sticking by your schedule, it was time to serve tea to your master but you were greeted by an empty chambers from the minute you stepped in on the tatami flooring.

Where’s he?

The herbal scent filled your nostrils as you carefully placed the tray above the wooden chabudai. The ceramic teacups clinked after you have placed them atop the table, sitting with folded legs while waiting for Naoya to arrive. He could be engaged in a discussion with his elders as of this moment and you wondered if you should just come back later.

However, the sound of the sliding door awoke you from your thoughts to see the man of your interest entering his quarters with a visible frown. His eyes were sharp, still, and unrelenting. It’s one of those days, you thought. Something must have caused his ire and you were fast on your feet to give him a respectful curtsy.

“Naoya-sama,” a silent greeting left your lips, seeing his chagrin on display, “I’ve served you tea.”

The man raised a dismissive hand, “No need. Just go straight to it and do what you have to do.”

Your failure to initially understand what he meant only caused his annoyance to grow more. “Should I take my leave, Naoya-sama?”

“You women are so stupid.” Naoya Zen’in had you imprisoned under his disapproving stare. Hearing his condescending remarks wasn’t brand new. “What else should you be doing here? Strip.” The soles of his feet landed heavily on the woven rush as he then disappeared towards the bathroom. “I want you naked in bed when I come back.”

Oh. You thought he didn’t wish to proceed with your scheduled clandestine encounters because he wasn’t in a great mood. On one hand, you looked forward to it because it had been awhile since the two of you were last intimate.

You were thinking of how shameful you were as you rid yourself of every traditional clothing that was wrapped around your body. Little by little, more of your skin was exposed while you were succumbed by your deep thoughts.

Being sexually involved with Naoya as a lady servant in the Zen’in household was a scandalous and daring choice, but one that you didn’t regret in doing so. Your fellow servants might call you indecent for your bold acts because Naoya was one of the members of the clan that they despised in secret. He’s harsh, they said. He looks down on others. He’ll insult and belittle you to your face.

He was a puissant man who constantly demeaned women on a daily basis and you were a spineless soul ready to open your legs for him. At what cost? Nothing. Just the sole fact that you had never been desired by a man as much as he did. Out of all the women that he could take interest on, you were the special one that caught his selective eye.

Was it wishful thinking to hope that you could land such a man of high status?

Or were you simply blinded by his riches and the lavish life that he could offer?

At once, you were in his bed bare of any clothing except for the cream-colored sheets that you’ve covered over your torso. When Naoya came back, he had already stripped off his black kimono and white collared shirt—now his muscular but lean body came into view with just his boxers on.

“Is everything okay, my love?” you sweetly asked, watching him rake his long fingers through his flaxen hair before he took slow strides towards you. He snatched the blanket off your body and pushed your naked self back on the mattress, hovering over to trail kisses along your jawline.

The heavy rise and fall of his chest signaled his underlying temper. “Should you be asking dumb questions?” he gritted, pressing himself on top of you with your legs wrapped around his waist. ‘Obviously I’m not fucking okay’, he must be thinking. His clothed member was grinding against your cunt, earning your breathy moan. “That’s what you should be doing. Moaning.”

“Naoya-sama,” you restrained your voice, feeling his lips moving towards your breast to suckle on the flesh. You made an effort to grip onto his hair until he locked a hand on your wrist, preventing you from touching him. “Wh-Why? You’re... not in the mood.”

Releasing your tit from his mouth, he then sighed in exasperation. “You know that old man needs to simply step down,” he finally opened up, referring to his father while his fingers found its way to your core. As soon as they were resting on your slit, he didn’t hesitate to play with your clitoris with circular strokes. “He’s better off six feet under.”

What a terrible thing to say.

“That’s—aah—still you’re father,” you said in between moans, feeling the sudden intrusion on your hole as he inserted two fingers without warning. “Mmh—!”

He was planning to fuck his frustrations out on you. You could see it in his eyes just with the way he was keeping a predatory gaze. Without a minute to waste, he began sucking on your lower lip before lapping your whole mouth with fervor. Tongue meeting his in a battle of dominance which, naturally, he’d win.

Your mouth vibrated when you whimpered from how his fingers deepened inside of you, moving them in and out at a fast pace, curling them so they could reach your most sensitive spots. More. You released a salacious moan. I want more.

Your velvet walls were clamping around his digits as he continued to speak his mind, “No one else in this clan is competent enough to take over as much as I do.” His warm breath suffused your cheek with a red tint. “My brothers? They’re all losers.”

He reunited your lips with a harsh kiss, restraining your breathing as he ransacked your mouth. The intense osculation had him sinking his teeth on your lip, later emitting a whimper out of you. “Mm!” Too rough, you wanted to say. He was achingly rough today unlike any other day but you were oddly aroused. As he finally separated his lips from yours, he gave you blank look—one that screamed his lack of mercy. Hostile. Yet, in spite of your growing fright, you combed your fingers through his hair and traced the piercings on his cartilage. “Maybe you shouldn’t pressure yourself too much... about being the next head of the clan. Your day will come, my love. Patience is a virtue, remember?”

He curved his fingers inside your tight cavern, leaving your lips parted before he withdrew them. “What makes you confident that I’d take advices from you? You’re a woman. Keep that mouth shut,” he spat, unapologetically, “Ah, better yet, have my cock stuffed between those pretty lips. It should silence you from your useless opinions.”

Here he goes. Always one to utter belittling comments. The best way to deal with it was to go with the flow. Holding back a sigh, you drew in a deep breath as his body left yours so he could stand on the side of the bed.

Naoya was a firm believer of patriarchy. If it was his way to exude male dominance, you could never tell. A man with such domineering values should be handed a taste of his own medicine, but you didn’t have the backbone to do so.

The way you’ve submitted yourself to him was now far irredeemable. It was the only acceptable explanation as to why you were on your knees for him, watching as he pulled the bands of his underwear down to let his cock spring free. “Naoya-sama...” You looked up at him for permission, to which he responded with a curt nod.

“Be a good girl and please me.” His tone softened, no longer as harsh when he threaded his fingers through your hair. Your palm was wrapped around his girth before you whirled your tongue around his throbbing tip. His eyes glinted with lust as he kept eye-contact to watch half of his shaft disappearing from your mouth. “Do more.”

You hummed, momentarily closing your eyes as you worked your best to pump the rest of his length. Bobbing your head at a rhythmic pace, he stared at you with a smirk forming on his lips. “Mmh—!” How could this man have so much power over you? Why do you let him? In hopes of receiving his praises, you allowed him to push his cock further down on your throat at a state where your nose met the base of his groin and your chin was pressing against his bollocks.

Drool escaped from the corners of your lips while your eyes brimmed with tears. You were gagging on his thick cock as he began thrusting on your face to meet his satisfaction. “Aah, shit. That mouth really is something.”

Hearing his guttural moan heightened your arousal. Large, manly hands kneaded your bust in the middle of your face-fucking and you interlaced your fingers above his as they traced your nipple. “Mmh...” Pulling away, a string of saliva connected his cock to your mouth. “You taste so good, Naoya-sama.”

“Yeah?” he scoffed, lifting your chin with his index finger. Intense, mocking eyes bore into your soul as his palm met your cheek with a slap. The sudden harsh contact had your eyes widening in surprise. Before you knew it, his thumb was on your mouth as he made you suck it. “You should be grateful that you have a pretty face. Otherwise, I will not have taken the slightest interest on you.”

You were left speechless from his words knowing that such praises were a double-edged sword. He grazed your cheek with his finger, running this thumb across your lower lip before he hunched over to give you a kiss. A reward for your docility. When he stood back up, his hand was wrapped around his shaft to give himself a few pumps before positioning it between your mounds.

“How long has it been, hm?” he inquired lightheartedly, smug face looking down as you squeezed your breasts together to keep his length in between. You ended up spitting on the head so it could better slide with ease. “I mean, us. Darling, when did we start this setup?”

Your body matched the rhythm of his thrusts, allowing his cock to penetrate your cleavage before you answered, “Three months.”

His laugh was deriding, but the pull he had on your hair was even more scornful. “Only three months and you’ve had it with me more than the days a calendar could offer. Needy little whore.”

Naoya’s choice of words limned your cheeks incarnadine. You nodded, nonetheless. Heart eyes blinking innocently for him and him only. You could barely remember which exact day it all began, but the first time was back when you prepared his bath and he asked you to join. You ended up being fucked by this man in his bathtub, soaked and corrupted by him. “I like doing this with you, Naoya-sama.”

“As you should,” responding with a narcissistic undertone, he watched you do the rightful job as you compressed your tits together so his cock could peek through. “Aren’t you one lucky whore? Giving your first time to someone with the likes of me. It’s a great choice.”

Your first time. Perhaps it was why he liked you so much. For a man like Naoya, taking a woman’s virginity was an added bonus to his ego. He placed you on a reasonable pedestal because of it. “Y-Yes.”

His hand cupped your jaw. “It’s only befitting that you remained chaste until I had you stripped naked.” By then, he stopped you from moving in preparation for the next position, but not until he added, “A woman like you... vestal on the outside, promiscuous on the inside. You know how to please a man like you should.”

What even was left of your womanhood when you were with him?

You were an arrant disgrace to feminism. You were well aware of that, but you couldn’t control yourself from the gravitational pull that this man had on you.

Growing up with no father, being bullied as a child because of the lack of paternal figure—your actions now must have rooted from those factors. Your behavioral patterns met Naoya’s in perfect harmony. You were made for each other. He was meant for you.

“Get in all fours.”

His orders were always obediently followed by you. With your ass all for his to have, your palms were pressed against the mattress as you faced the fusuma panels that separated you from the outside. You suppressed the moans from escaping your lips as soon as Naoya positioned his tip on your entrance, sinking his hardened cock inside your slick-coated walls. “A-Aah!” you couldn’t help it, “N-Naoya-sama!”

Slamming his cock without mercy. You were certain that his roughness were due to whatever pissed him off during his meeting with the clan. Now, here you were, receiving his pent-up anger by fucking you to hell and back. “Fuck,” he grunted. “This pussy.” Slam. “I’ll fucking ruin it.” Slam. “‘m gonna make it swollen.”

Your breasts were sore from his jostling—each thrust was another loud thud. “P-Please!” you whimpered, fisting the sheets as Naoya caught up to a desperate pace. “Want... your cock, Naoya-sama.”

“You slut,” you heard him growl, “Who knew you could take this cock so well? Always so tight and warm.”

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull with each hard pound. He became relentless at plowing his member into your stretched-out cavern that acted like suction.

More. More. More. You were losing your mind. The feeling was insanely good, “Aah—!” You could feel him stretching your buttocks so he could see just how deep he was going inside.

Now if any of the clan members found out about your sexual relations with this man, what would happen to you? You didn’t want to think of the consequences. As long as Naoya wanted you, you didn’t mind continuing what you had.

He was yours. He was all yours. No one else could have him.

The squelching sounds echoed through his quarters—your shadow reflecting directly on the opaque walls affixed to the wooden lattice. Naoya now had a foot placed atop the mattress to support himself from adjusting his cock even deeper that he was reaching your cervix. In result, you were a moaning mess with a hole deliciously filled by your master’s cock.

Carnal desires shared between two people. Naoya wasn’t one to hold back from fucking his servant because he had to get what he wanted. ‘You are not to deny me’, he once said.

“I will become the head of the clan and I’ll turn you into a concubine, at best,” he conversed, concurrent to his heavy thrusts. “Given that my future wife conceived a useless child who didn’t acquire our family’s curse techniques, I suppose I can—”

You clenched your teeth, eyes widening in surprise. “C-Concubine?”

He jerked his hips harsher than before. “That girl Maki, she would have been a great consort to me but her personality is too revolting for a woman. Like I said, women who don’t know how to respect men should die.”

Where was he going with this? Maki was his cousin. What the fuck did he mean that she would be his consort?

“Naoya... s-sama,” you struggled, legs turning into jellies with each second passing, “she’s not the w-woman for you.”

“You’re right,” he hummed, nails digging crescent marks on your flesh, “in that case, her sister Mai is great. At least she knows she’s a woman. Perhaps she can bear a pureblood Zen’in that’ll serve as my heir. I wouldn’t mind impregnating that bitch. She’s got a big bosom going for her,” derision filling your ears, he reached to cup both of your breasts for a gentle squeeze as if he was comparing your cup size from his cousin’s. “Ah, in comparison to Mai’s, your tits are quite disappointing, aren’t they?”

You bit your lip to restrain your lecherous moans. “Y-You...” His pace was now at an animalistic speed. He must be reaching his climax because you were also near your orgasm. “I-I don’t wanna be a mistress.”

“Shut your mouth,” he spoke through gritted teeth, pounding your cunt through fast penetration before he pulled out and spewed his warm cum all over your bum. With you falling on the mattress in ragged breaths, you tilted your head back to see him jerking off to release the rest of his semen on you. “Fuck, that was good.”

You exhaled deeply. “Kiss me, at least?”

“No.” He was quick to walk towards his bedside table to reach for the box of tissues that he flung towards you. “Wipe yourself.”

There was a pang on your chest—a painful feeling that submerged you into the harsh reality. You failed to see it at first, but you were beginning to pick up the pieces for your own sake. Naoya’s recent words about his cousin made you realize that he was planning to keep himself exclusive to the clan, even if it meant an incestuous relationship as long as his lineage would remain as a pure Zen’in.

Sitting up on his bed after wiping yourself from being the dirt that Naoya treated you. You gave him a look of protest, “I don’t wish to be just your mistress, Naoya-sama.”

He simply fleered. A very disrespectful laugh that left blisters on your heart because his flame was a taste of hell. Between two worlds, you were on the far side of the spectrum and he acknowledged that from the very start.

That was all you ever were.

“You’re not in the position to talk back. Know your place,” he reminded, fisting a handful of your hair, “women are only good to serve as wives, but even you are not deserving of that title. You’re just an ambitious whore trying to become a part of our clan.”

How could mere words cause a sting in your heart so painful that it would bleed from inside out? Naoya Zen’in was not yours nor was he anyone else’s. He was his own person, deciding only for himself and his selfishness because that was what made him. That was the person that he was and you, as stupid as you were, ended up embedding his existence into yours in a state that made him inescapable. His sharp words had always been intended to kill your soul and corrupt your femininity with nothing but malice aforethought.

“That was decent. Now go get dressed and leave.”

In return, you ought to give him a brutal lesson before he could fully destroy you.

[zeninsama-moved]

NAOYA ANON FROM HELL: fic name is ‘fever daydreams’ by buttholesupreme on ao3, From what I remember the fic starts off light hearted but it can take a dark turn real quick and hit you right in the feels honestly the best Naoya fic I ever read … I felt so CONFLICTED 😭😭😭 I won’t say any more but I have a feeling you will enjoy it ❤️❤️❤️💖💖💖💖 PLS LET ME KNOW IF U DO START READING AND WHAT U THINKKKK

I JUST SAVED IT SO I CAN GIVE IT A READ LATER! buttholesupreme sounds so familiar i feel like i’ve read a fic by them before or one of y’all recommended a fic to me… i remember it made me laugh when i first heard the name LOL but THANK YOU <3

[i-cant-sing]

I love how my parents started laughing about the fact that I used to literally haul ass because i didn't want to leave the mall or something

Like I was a huge baby apparently and I used to drag my poor mom back into the mall , my dad had to take an early break from his job and help her tame me,,, I may secretly be the fushiguro baby

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAH ANON WHAAT

No, cause I'm laughing at the "my dad had to take an early break from his job and help her tame me" like what kind of Hulk ass baby were you????

I can definitely see the Naoya being the poor mom in this scenario, and Toji being the dad. Like Naoya just calls Toji in distress "Oh my god, what the hell have you been feeding this child??? Come collect her." And Toji just sighs and has to leave mid assassination, telling the guy he was about to torture "You're lucky my baby is a little menace, otherwise this would've been a very painful experince for you." Before killing the victim.

And then Toji arrives at the mall, only to see Naoya on the floor, clutching the leash he had on the menace child, being dragged around by the reader who just wanna do zoomies in the mall.

Toji quickly whips out his phone and records the ordeal, snickering as Naoya shrieks at him to help him. Toji walks over and picks you up, smiling as you hug him. Kissing your cheek and cooing at how adorable you are. "How are you?" Toji asks.

Naoya gets up and dusts himself of. "I'm fine-"

"I was talking to Y/n."

Cue more shrieking from Naoya, but you two ignore him, just happy being in each other's company. When he begins walking towards the exit, you start getting fussy and try to escape Toji's arms.

"Hey, come on. I got a call from Viktor and Hirashi that they made mooncakes in the kitchen today. Don't you wanna eat that?"

But despite the mention of the sweet treat, you shake your head and try to escape him. Finally, Naoya tries another bribe.

"Y/n, menace child, don't you wanna go home and... try to eat your grandpa's ashes? I promise to get the urn from the top shelf?."

At the mention of the "forbidden snack", you finally give in. Toji raises a brow while Naoya just sighs and texts the servants to fill one of the urns with salt. That would teach not to eat ashes.

It did not teach you anything. You were still as feral as ever, as you shoved a handful of salt in your mouth, then proceeded to try to swallow it. Its when you went for a second helping of the salt when Naoya finally carried you away from it, mumbling about how you're the devil's spawn, ignoring how the family's group chat was suddenly buzzing to life after Toji sent pictures and videos from today.

[lightlycareless]

How do you think make up sex with Naoya would be? 🫣🤭

Heya anon 😏

Well, I hope this will offer some insight.... (more at the end)

warnings: smut. MINORS DNI. breeding kink I believe. Naoya would give you everything in the whole universe just to make you happy.

Make up sex with Naoya normally occurs after he teased the living hell out of you, and you got really annoyed by it. And of course, the way for him to fix that is to proceed by teasing you even more…

But let’s make it a bit more serious, let’s say Naoya acted stupidly, said something he shouldn’t have and instead of apologizing, made it worse. Probably prodded at an insecurity of yours.

Or more specifically, didn’t defend you from his imprudent family.

“You know I don’t like it when your family says that!” you’d gasp once the two are alone, eyes silently telling him you wished to speak. “Why didn’t you do anything?”

“What was I supposed to do? You know how they are—it’s better to just stop wasting your energy and ignore them.”

“I don’t think ignoring them is doing any good anymore! By doing nothing it’s like we’re telling them there’s no consequences to their actions!” you snap back.

“I’m not going to spend my efforts on fighting a useless battle! There’s nothing I can say or do to make them change their mind! If you want to do that, go ahead!”

“So what? You’re just going to leave me alone, then?”

“Don’t say things I didn’t say.” He frowns. “You know damn well I wouldn’t do that.”

“Then you should at least try to do something… or am I not worthy of that either?”

“Where did that even come from?? Do you even know what you’re saying?!” Naoya scowls.

“… I don’t want to talk anymore.” You say, quickly turning around and retreating, faster than Naoya could attempt to hold you back.

Though honestly, he lets you go, for he too is bothered by the way this conversation went on, a seemingly silly issue that shouldn’t have gotten that much attention to begin with (before his eyes, at least) moving on to focus on his other duties instead, thinking that in time you’ll come around.

You have to, since you were well aware that his family had always been like that: with their annoying, unwanted commentary. It’s not like you ignored that, nor accepted it when marrying him!

But though you knew what you were getting into, he was greatly miscalculating your willingness to tolerate it, for everyone had limits, especially for someone who grew up in a completely different environment to him.

Just as it did today.

Yet, what Naoya believed to be the problem, it turned out to simply the tip of the iceberg when it came to your feelings, the issue being much bigger, deeper, always, than what was seen at a simple glance—and that much he’d understand when the day went on and you were nowhere to be found, besides your shared bedroom.

Naoya was elated to see you on the bed, fearing that he wouldn’t given your prolonged absence, yet, as much as he wished to convince himself everything was fine, it wasn’t.

He wasn’t to simply lay down next to you and act like nothing ever happened. Move past this issue without speaking about it, or without feeling wrong about it.

Guilty, in other words.

So, your husband does his best to close that gap between the two, let you know how sorry he was…

If not by his words, then by his actions.

“Y/N.” Naoya would murmur. You know it’s serious when he doesn’t call you by any of the millions of pet names he has for you, but still, as much as he wished to portray assertiveness, you do not acknowledge him immediately. “I’m sorry, you know that right?”

“No. I don’t.” you snap quickly, and Naoya, who now laid down on the bed, proceeds to embrace you—only for you to try and move away, failing in the process. “Naoya—”

“What? I’m just getting more comfortable.” He adds nonchalantly, resting his chin in the crook of your neck in the same manner. Hands just below your waist, he pulls your hips towards his, keeping you close and steady even when trying your best to fight against him. “This is my bed too, you know?”

You frown, letting out a small grunt in return before eventually accepting your unwanted fate.

After a few seconds of quiet and realizing you were not to do anything else, Naoya acts next by moving his hands further down your body, fingers taking in the softness of your nightgown (incomparable to your skin, he notes) before stopping just by your thighs, fingers quickly clinging to the edge of the fabric and lifting it up, just enough so his hand could gain access to your underwear, and soon enough, your mound.

“Naoya!’ you cry, tensing when feeling the touch of his fingers hovering over your slit, before pushing past it and deep into your slick, warm walls. “Stop—”

“I’m just checking how she’s faring.” Naoya adds, rubbing his clothed member against the cleft of your ass, giving you a tease of what is yet to come. “He wants to know too, hm?”

You always hated the ridiculous way he had when referring that; it was childish, stupid, and above all embarrassing…

But most of all, you also hated how hot it got you, the lewd connotation making your walls tighten for the slightest of seconds, a gesture that did went by unnoticed from Naoya given how he chuckled, further sliding down your panties, enough so he’d be able to do the same with his pants and move his cock in between your thighs, right next to your slit—he smiles the fact that, even when upset, your body will never deny it’s true feelings for him.

“D—Don’t move…!” you whine when he starts to do so, the heat of his member rubbing against your slit, alongside the girth and the hardness itself makes you instinctively tighten your thighs, pressuring his cock in a way that makes his movements falter for a second before continuing, exactly the opposite of what you asked. “You shouldn’t—”

“But we’re the ones having problems, my mochi.” He murmurs against your ear, you could feel him smiling, clearly enjoying teasing you. “Our issues shouldn’t come in between them.”

“Stop saying that!” You gasp at the particularly harsh trust that gives you a jolt of pleasure, instinctively leaning back onto him as you struggle to reject his advances or succumb to them. “It’s—It’s weird!”

“Yet, the truth.” Naoya adds, his hands sliding their way up to your breasts and comfortably resting them there, occasionally kneading and pinching them in the way he knew you loved, though you’d always whine otherwise, further igniting your guilty pleasure. “They never like it when we get angry, princess… me neither; so why must we hurt them?”

“Naoya—I’m going to—you should—” you grith your teeth, trying your best to hold back the orgasm building up in your cunt. “I don’t want—to—"

“I know—I can feel it.” He smiles, pressing a kiss against your cheek before giving you another sharp trust and making you shriek. “See? They feel so good together, and when they’re apart they always miss each other so terribly… so why put them through that painful endeavor, when we can always be like this?”

At the feeling of his and your orgasm fast approaching, the heir quickens his pace, the air soon filled with the lewd noises of his body slamming against yours, followed by his breathy grunts and your whines that solely demonstrated how deep both were getting into their carnal enjoyment.

“Or feel like this every night? All day too, if you want.”

It wouldn’t take long after that, just a few more thrusts and squeezes before he finally cums, cock twitching as it spurts his seed into your soft, warm thighs, engulfed soon after by the slick of your cunt, a sensation that has you instinctively clamping even more around his member and Naoya moaning louder while resting his face deep into your neck.

He keeps you so until your release eventually dissipates, alongside your breath slowing down, and soon enough, silence.

Naoya hoped that by his gestures he was granted the opportunity of an apology, the reflection of his true feelings and the understanding of how much you truly meant to him—and perhaps on a deeper, selfish level, a repeat of this endeavor, hopefully from your desire as well.

But far from obtaining the simplest indication of the former, he gets a soft, almost undetectable sniffle instead, which to his anxious, attentive ears was nothing but loud, making him tense up and immediately rush to your aid.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Did you—did you not like it?” or worse. “Did I hurt you?”

Not necessarily, at least not at this moment.

Having spent the past few hours ruminating on your last discussion with him, you get back to your room tired, still battling through the turmoil of whether to continue being angry with him or simply move past this issue and accept that indeed, you knew what his family was like.

But sensitive from this battle, his actions would provide you the last piece needed to achieve an answer, reminded of how much you truly loved him, enjoyed spending time with him, day and night, anytime whenever possible—and how hurtful it would be to not be with him anymore.

Especially for issues caused by others, ones that perhaps maybe wasn’t even yours to struggle with, yet still affected this relationship.

Now you agree that this was a situation that shouldn’t have grown as much as it did; you shouldn’t have avoided him for the rest of the day, and Naoya shouldn’t have acted as dismissively as he did.

Both should’ve instead communicated, expressed the things that bothered the two from this problem and worked on a solution from there.

But if there was a silver lining to make out of this moment, is the realization that even when anger clouds their judgement, they still looked for one another, for love prevailed far more than any obstacles life might send their way.

“I never wanted to be angry at you!” you sob, now allowing your tears to freely fall down your cheeks, the same as your emotions. “And for something so stupid too! You were right, I know what your family is like, and yet, I still allow it to bother me and take it out on you too! Like you’re responsible for their actions! I’m so sorry for all I did—It’s all my fault—”

“No, Y/N, I’m the one that should be sorry.” Naoya murmurs, hugging you tighter against him. Your cries will always feel like a stab against his heart, no matter how many times he hears them. “I should’ve been more sensitive with my approach, especially with something I know only hurts you.”

“…Not all of your family hurts me.” You sniffle, reaching for his hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. “I didn’t mean it that way.”

“But enough of it does.” He answers, squeezing your hand. “I promised to keep you safe and happy, and yet the place that is supposed to do that only brings you harm.”

“It was never issue for me to do so.” You confess. “I wanted to do this so you can continue your duties as heir, and eventually, leader. But sometimes… It’s just too much.”

“If that is the reason of your suffering, I can do that somewhere else. I can make it possible—I’d rather die than to see you like this.”

“Don’t say that.” You frown, he chuckles. “But… will you do that for me? Would you really do something that will anger your family… just for me?”

Wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.

“The only thing I fear is that I might need time to arrange something different.” Naoya adds. “But for a long time, my family has only been you—it might take a while before I can get a house where it’ll only be us, but I’m determined nonetheless, if… you’re willing to wait for me.”

You slowly turn around to see him, a smile on your face as you gently hold his face. “I waited years to marry you, surely I can wait a bit more.”

Naoya’s heart tightens at your words, motivating him to turn you over completely so he could get a better look at you, before leaning down to take your lips into a soft kiss.

“Though I will not make you wait any longer to show how much I love you.” Naoya reassures, taking your lips into another kiss and marking the mere beginning of his promise to cherish you through thick and thin, which his heart always knew he was meant for since seeing you for the first time all those years ago.

“Naoya—don’t—don’t do it so quickly.” You gasp, tightly holding onto the blankets beneath you as he heatedly slams his hips against you from behind, pushing his cock as deep and deeper as possible, bruising your cervix each time and making you shriek in response. “It’s—It’s too much—!”

“It’s only my love for you, princess.” He groans, completely hypnotized by the way your ass jiggles whenever slamming into you; so tempting, Naoya naturally needs to raise his hand and strike it, leaving behind for you to always remember in the subsequent days who is the only one that can make you feel this way.

Whom you belong to.

“But if you don’t want it, I can simply—”

“No!” You gasp, leaning back onto him the moment he begins to slide out from you, a reacting that has him laughing, amused by your debauchery. “Don’t you dare leave!”

A reward is only expected with a wife so dutiful…

“Can you feel that? —Can you feel my cock deep inside you?”

You whine, agreeing with his words as you continue to move against him, the mere thought of being empty is enough to fill you with unparalleled eagerness, which you did not hesitate to show.

“Nnghh, Naoya—you’re so—you’re so big—!” you gasp, and your words alongside your lovely whines, make him grow even harder. “Ah, it’s—it’s getting bigger—how?!”

“Because you keep squeezing me like that.” He growls against your ear, taking your breasts into his hand and kneading them tightly, you cry. “That’s what you do to me, my wife—your lewd cunt is squeezing me so tightly, it’s like you don’t want to let go.”

“I don’t want to….!” You whine. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop—I’m going to die if you do!"

“Keep saying that, whore—keep telling me what you deserve.”

“My pussy—my pussy deserves your hard, hot cock!”  you breathe.

“It's like falling in love with you all over again.” he murmurs.

“I love you, Naoya.” You gasp, mind hazy from the pleasure yet keeping you conscious enough to keep seeking him. “I love you so, so much…  I never want to be away from you!”

“You won’t.” He darkly promises, having long made up his mind on how exactly he plans to do that. “I won’t let you—!”

Naoya’s hips begin to move faster and faster, each time his cock prodding onto your sensitive spot that he knows will have you undone in a matter of seconds, just around the same time he comes to the conclusion that will ultimately make his promise real.

“I’m going to get you pregnant.” He darkly declares, gritting his teeth as he pushes his cock deeper as he utters those words. “I’m going to fill you with my seed until you have a baby—and even then, I’ll keep filling you until all you could think is when you’ll get pregnant again.”

“Nao—Naoyaaa…!” you moan at his promise, his words washing over you with another layer of pleasure you never considered possible, although the thought has crossed your mind before, bothered you enough late at night, wondering about the arduous attempts the two would have to commit to make it happen…

“I can’t wait to see your breasts full of milk—I bet it’ll taste just as sweet as your cunt.”

“Don’t—Don’t say that!” you shriek, feeling impossibly lewder at his connotation and tightening even more your walls, making his breath hitch.

“But it’s true.” He groans, moving his hand down to your clit and beginning to rub it eagerly once feeling your orgasm just a few instances away, frantically desiring to be engulfed by the choking sensation his cock deserves after it’s diligent work. “All that comes from you is unbearably sweet…”

“I’m—I’m going to—I’m going to cum!”

“Do it. Do it now!” Your husband hisses. “Cum, Y/N!”

A few thrusts later, you do, followed by a quick gasp and a long groan, the knot in your stomach snapping undone and making your vision go white, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you moan, falling limp onto the bed while Naoya’s seed fills you to the brim, the burning promise to make you pregnant reiterated by his lips taking yours into a heated kiss…

“Can you—Can you feel that?” he murmurs, cock twitching as it spurts the last ropes of his cum. “It’s my love for you. And now, our baby…”

“Naoya…” you whine, squeezing your walls ever so slightly when feeling him twitch; he groans. “I want it—I want your babies…”

“Take it—take all of it—” he smiles, looking down to your cunt. “Looks like she also wants that—can you see how eager she is to milk me?”

You glance downwards, eyes hazy by pleasure but still capable enough to see what he meant, unwilling to deny his words… before gasping when realizing the gravity of what transpired next.

“Naoya! It’s spilling! Don’t let it spill!”

“If you think we’re done, you’re gravelly mistaken.” He smirks, fingers quickly cleaning up his seed and pushing deep into your cunt, where it belongs, before adjusting you into the next position. “I’ll give you as much as you want, my love, whatever is necessary to make you a mommy.”

You moan when he begins to move again, feeling impossibly fuller the deeper his cock went, an endeavor that would go on and on until you were unequivocally reassured of his feelings for you, his immeasurably desire…

As well as the first semblance of a future together, hopefully soon, as a family.

“I love you.” You breathe once he finally unsheathes himself from you, many hours later from the beginning, as you laid beside him and rested your head over his chest.

“I love you too.” Naoya responds, wrapping his arm over your shoulders and holding you tight, his head resting over yours while his hand made way to your full stomach. “And our baby.”

“It’s still too soon, love.” You say, gently reaching for his hand, smiling. “But hopefully it’ll take…”

“Guess we’ll have to do it a few more times, just to be sure.” He chuckles, you pout.

“I don’t think I can fit any more, I feel so full already…” His cock invertedly twitches at the thought of proving you wrong, which you don’t fail to catch immediately after. “Naoya? We’ve just—it’s 3 in the morning!”

“Then why did you say something like that?” he asks, already adjusting you into position yet again. “If you wanted to rest, then perhaps you should control your words.”

“I didn’t even say anything!” you gasp, cunt twitching when he rubs the head of his cock against your slit. “Naoya— I don’t think—I don’t think I can take anymore! What’s gotten into you? Aren’t you tired?!"

But for a man like Naoya, that was impossible.

To ask him to be tired of his beautiful wife, the same one that has endlessly doted on him, shown him a world of color where previously all he’s seen was darkness, as well as demonstrated the future the two could create, by simply setting their minds into it, was like asking him to stop breathing.

He just couldn’t, because doing so would kill him.

And all for one particular reason:

 “I’m not, Y/N.”

“H—how?!”

“Because I simply love you too much.”

This could really go down like a:

Naoya: My wife is angry... what can I do? Oh, I know! *gets her pregnant*

I mean you do want to have a family with him!! but not like that hahaha.

Anyways, I've had this thought for a while but guess it finally came out with this small drabble: The Zen'in estate is not a good place to have a family lmao. I keep writing our favorite couple there but lets be real, Naoya wouldn't want her there.

Naomi is out of the question too! I literally just thought about how neither you or Naoya would allow her to have sleepovers at the estate because the Zen'in are just a bunch of pricks.

I like to think that he'll either have a whole area secluded for his family, or just live somewhere else. Maybe when he's leader tho he'll change a lot of things.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this small thing!! Naoya and his domineering ways will always come to bite you in the butt some way or another much to your dismay, but it'll also be the reason you remember why you love him so much 🥺

Take care, and hope to see you soon!!

[sukirichi]

happy little accidents

— Life is a series of unfortunate events, but sometimes, there are happy little accidents.

REQUEST. (accidental pregnancy, fuck buddies au) + childhood friends to lovers + baby moments with father! megumi

CONTENT/WARNINGS. slight smut, slight exhibitionism (I think? there’s a CCTV lmao) just daddy megumi uwu

NOTES. hi anon, thank you for requesting and joining the event! I have to admit...I don’t really know how to write this and I just had to ask my mother about her experiences in pregnancy LMAO. I apologize in advance if this sucks, I’m pretty good at fluff but domestic and cute stuff with children isn’t my expertise asggkhl I’m awkward around babies and kids so anyways, I hope you like it! OH AND ALSO I HAVE A CAMEO LMAO

Megumi’s hands runs up under your shirt, bringing about a shiver forward when his cold fingers come into with your warm skin. You feel him smile onto the kiss, his grip nothing but teasing before he brushes the underside of your breast, prompting you to grip closer to his hoodie. You and him were childhood friends; having always liked one another until playing house was no longer a game a but dream, but his family was too strict and controlling – they’ve made it clear long ago this relationship could never and would never happen.

His Uncle Naoya made sure of it.

But that didn’t stop the both of you. All the way from highschool until now in your university days, you and Megumi are still stuck together by the hip, occasionally fucking whenever time allowed. Weekdays are spent staring longingly at each other in the hallways, the weekends flourishing into finally’s and hushed kisses under the sheets, completely unaware of the world you both trudged in.

Today was one of those days, and you’re nothing less of passionate as you swipe your tongue out to taste his lips, smiling when you realize he’s also grown used to wearing your mint flavoured lip balm. “Mhm, Megumi, I missed you,” you placed your legs beside his arms, a contented sigh entering his mouth as he closed his eyes.

“You miss me? I’m always around you,” he reminds you, pulling away momentarily to tug your shirt to the side where he leaves a soft patch of kisses. “Never gonna leave your side, baby.”

“You better not. I’m the best you’ll ever have.”

Megumi nods wholeheartedly in agreement, not wasting time before he pulls you closer to him. You’re almost weightless as you crash on top of him, hands tangled into the other’s hair and his large palm squeezing your breast. It produces a breathy moan from you, a thread of saliva connecting your lips when it comes again – that hellish bitter and sour bile that flows up to your throat. You push yourself off him and run to the bathroom, the content of your stomachs poured while your groans echo around the room.

He’s beside you in an instant, crouching beside you to pull your hair up and pat your back. Once you’ve finished throwing up, you clutch at the indistinguishable bloating of your stomach, leaning back into his touch while you slowly regain your composure.

Your head is throbbing uncomfortably again, one that wouldn’t go away no matter how much you press your thumbs against it.

“Wh-what’s wrong? Are you sick or something?”

You chuckle a bit from the way he frets over you, hands tilting your cheeks side to side while he pales, a sheen of worry visible on his hairline. He’s always been such a worrywart. You look behind him and see the box of condoms in your half-open medicine cabinet, the sight making your heart drop in your chest.

“Megs...when was the last time we had sex?”

“Well,” he scratches the back of his head, “We’ve both been busy from uni, so...last month, I guess? It’s been a long time.”

You swallowed audibly. You’ve recently gotten that box of condoms because if you remember correctly, last time you both skipped straight to the deed after realizing you ran out of it. Eyes flicking over his confused ones, your throat ran dry and itchy from the throw up session, your voice low as you say, “I’m three weeks late on my period, Megs.”

He looks just as shocked as you are, but he doesn’t give you the time to recover before he rushes out into your apartment. For a moment, you’re left heartbroken at the cold bathroom tiles, thinking that he left, but Megumi comes back a few minutes later, a pregnancy test kit and some chocolates inside a plastic bag. Your eyes widen when he gently ushers you to sit on the toilet, his feet tapping impatiently on the floor while you both wait for the result.

And there it is.

The timer on his phone goes off. Megumi rushes beside you, his chin resting on your shoulder as he blinks at the test kit. He turns to you and blinks in question, wondering what the hell it meant.

“’Gumi...it’s positive,” you cry out, sending him into a stagger backwards when you jump at him. Thankfully, he’s carried you too many times to count that he’s natural at hoisting you into his arms, still rendered speechless as you announce, “You’re going to be a dad!”

It’s been five whole months since you and Megumi turned into being stable fuck buddies, intent on hiding your relationship from both your families, into homeless and young parents whose fear over life and the future only increased tenfold now with the growing baby inside you.

You still remember that dreadful moment when both of you are kicked out into your family estate, Megumi’s Uncle Naoya especially enraged over the news. He doesn’t even give his nephew a chance to pack his bags before he signals the bodyguards to escort you out, then takes away all Megumi’s privileges and former luxury of being part of the Zenin Clan. You assume he’d want to strangle his pitiful Uncle for the never ending mistreatment, but your now boyfriend is nothing but happy, relieved that he’s been freed from the tight reins that always got in both your way.

Unbeknownst to the controlling Zenin Clan head, his wife is much more cunning than he is. He knows his wife always had some sorts of tricks hidden up in her sleeve, but even you were surprised when Megumi’s Aunt Suki shows up in your college dorm one day, throwing a set of keys your way with a wink before driving off back to become Naoya’s beloved trophy wife.

She lent you one of her high-estate apartments and even a humble car, silently wiring fees into your bank account since Megumi’s was already shut down.

Truly, if it wasn’t for her, you and Megumi wouldn’t be able to live this comfortably no matter how much both of you worked your ass off.

Now, none of you had to worry about not getting to make ends meet, no more worrying about putting your health at risk by working two jobs a day along with university – you and Megumi agreed to take advantage of her kindness just until the baby was born, opting to live quietly and comfortably in your shared home that would soon be filled with more memories. Well, as comfortably as you both could anyway, since pregnancy – although a beautiful experience – wasn’t always rainbows and unicorns.

Megumi comes home one day, the food you’ve always been craving from the Chinese restaurant from the other town present inside his bag. He’s tired from uni, even more so that he shares your burden of becoming new parents, but every time he comes home to you, all his exhaustion is wiped away, especially with the evident growth of your belly.

Your boyfriend runs up to you after placing the food on the counter, his arms wide open to get a hug – he’s gotten extremely touchy ever since the pregnancy – when you reel away from him, face turning green.

Your fingers come to pitch at your nose, eyes narrowed at his confused pout. “Ugh, Megumi, your deodorant stinks.”

“You were the one who got this for me, though,” his brows furrow as he lifts his sleeve up to sniff himself. He doesn’t smell bad... “You said you liked it on me,” he mumbles more to himself than you, staying still in his spot when he sees how colourless you’ve become. “Why are you looking at me like that? I showered today.”

“I can’t stand the smell of you, I can’t, gosh,” pushing past him, you rush to the toilets, the morning sickness well present all the way until sundown as you throw up. Megumi stands at the doorway, hands extended in front of him as he’s unsure whether he could help you or not. You firmly shake your head at him, lips turned into a sneer. “No, don’t get near me or I will honestly whack you with my purse, Megumi. Get rid of that deodorant and find a scent free one or something.”

Megumi is left with a slack jaw when you hop into bed afterwards, too tired and irritated to finish your papers. Seeing that he should probably do the same and pamper you instead, Megumi is silent as he crawls under the covers, only to be kicked out with a harsh kick to his thigh and a fiery, “Get out!”

“Nobara,” he whines into the phone, too fearful to even look at the bedroom at the thought that you’d feel his gaze and get even angrier. Your instincts and senses sharpens with each passing day; he won’t risk it. “My girlfriend hates me!”

“I could see why.”

Megumi groans at his friend’s flippant tone, the sound of a nail file grazing acrylics mixed with lo-fi music playing from the other line. “I’m serious – she doesn’t even want me a foot near her! When I tried to join her on the bed, she literally woke up just to hit me with a pillow. Right in the face!”

“Let me guess, you’re banned from the bedroom and staying on the couch?”

“Yeah, I am,” he sulks on the couch, “I don’t know why she hates me. I can’t imagine what I did wrong.”

“You don’t have to do anything wrong for a pregnant woman to hate you, Fushiguro. It’s not your fault your face is just really annoying,” Megumi makes a sound of protest before slapping a hand over his lips, nervous gaze darting at your door again. He relaxes into the seat; you’ve probably fallen asleep. “But on a more serious note, I think it’s the hormones. She’s erratic right now and you can’t blame her, she’s literally growing a child inside of her, dude, are you crying?”

“She might divorce me because of my deodorant.”

“Idiot, you two aren’t even married!” Nobara bellows loud enough that Megumi pulls the phone away from his ear, waiting until she’s calmed down and continues speaking like she didn’t just burst his ear drums. “Listen, just be extra sweet and careful around her, okay? Don’t open your mouth as well unless you want to die. Now get a notepad or something, we’re going to devise the best Baby Mama Seduction Plan that is guaranteed to win her heart.”

“You’re a lifesaver, Nobara!”

“Hmph, you owe me tickets to that fashion show though. Get your rich ass uncle to pull some connections or something.”

“Nobara, you know I can’t—”

“Oh shit, is that your girl about to kick you in the face?” Megumi yelps as his body flips at the direction of your room, both hands raised in surrender with his phone pressed between his ear and shoulder. He sighs – the door is still closed – he should be safe for now. Meanwhile, Nobara snickers cockily, almost as if she could see everything. As always, Nobara was triumphant. “That’s right, we both don’t want that to happen, so stick to your end of the deal man.”

Megumi stays up the whole night to execute Nobara’s plan. It’s tiring to run back and forth in the open convenience stores just to fill the fridge up with all your favourite food, but Megumi is determined to have you accept him again, even if he knows you’re not actually rejecting him.

By the time you’ve woken up, all beautiful and glowing as you pad out your room, Megumi stands up straight to conceal his body ridden with exhaustion. He just wants to make you happy.

“What’s all this?”

“You’ve been working hard,” he starts off unsurely, a hand scratching the back of his head as he gauges for your reaction. You plop down on the dining table and don’t scowl as you take a whiff of the food, blinking for a few seconds before you dig in. It’s enough for him to take as a go-signal, and he walks beside you carefully, his voice wavering and soft. “I just wanted to surprise you – show you how much I love and admire you...all that.”

“That’s suspicious,” you mouth through a mouthful of dumpling, but smile anyways with your arms extended. “Come here, give me a kiss.”

Megumi is beyond elated as he buries himself in the warmth of your arms again, sighing when you kiss his cheeks and jaw. “Are we good?”

“Did you replace your deodorant?”

“Yes...”

“Good boy,” you kiss him on the lips this time. Megumi has the audacity to blush as if he didn’t just fuck a baby into you, making you laugh before you slap his ass, last night’s irration now replaced with a reminder that this was Megumi – your first love and everything more. There was no way you wouldn’t be ‘good’ with him; you’d go to heavens and back for him, but maybe once you’re done birthing his child. “Yeah, we’re good. Get the mint choco ice cream pint for me?” Megumi sprints to perform your commands, and you reward him by pulling him in for a deeper kiss the time, his lips so sweet and minty. You can’t help but sigh, falling for him over and over again. “You’re such a sweetheart, Megs. This is why I’m head over heels for you.”

“You didn’t want me sleeping beside you for a week straight though.”

Your nose scrunches at the memory – that slight change in your expression making Megumi step back – as you wave a spoon at him, glaring at him in warning. “Like I said, you stank.”

But...pregnancy wasn’t all that bad for the both of you. There were times you’re unable to keep your hands off him. Although unexpected and mostly occurring in the most inconvenient situations, Megumi can’t say he’s complaining, especially not when you push him towards the wall just as the elevator doors closed.

“Daddy,” you moan, guiding his hands into your already soaking wet panties. Megumi breathes sharply as he cups your drenching core, wondering how you’ve gotten this aroused without him doing anything sexual in particular.

The nickname spilling past your lips is unforeseen though, as is his growing kink for it when he hardens immediately.  

“Please, please, please, I need you so much – make me feel good, will you?”

Megumi has to pin your needy, trailing hands all over his chest down to your sides, his pupils blown wide as the elevator ascends from one floor to the other. His eyes dart to the blinking red light from the cameras, his Adam’s apple bobbing when you don’t stop in the slighthest, only leaning forward to tug and nip at the skin of his neck. Megumi groans at your ministrations; you know very well that was his sensitive spot. “Y/N, we’re literally in the elevator, just wait until we get back home—”

When Megumi tries to push you away to stop your hands from palming his boner, you growl, eyes fierce and heated as you turn to him. “Do you want me to chop your dick off and prevent you from having a second child?”

“N-no.”

“Then shut up and fuck me.”

“Fuck, okay, don’t blame me if I make you sore, though.”

You roll your eyes at him, your hands moving expertly as you bunch your skirt up to your waist to show him that your bud was already swollen just for him. “Megumi, my boobs are already are its most sore point, I don’t give a fuck anymore.”

Megumi makes quick work of shoving his pants down just to his knees, gentle yet needy as he pushes your chest flat on the walls, round and perky ass puckered for him to take you already. He could cum just from the sight of you bending over for him like this, your arousal already dripping down your thighs as you wiggle your hips at him, breathless in the desire to be taken once more.

There were still fifteen floors to go before you reached your destination. Megumi’s brows pinch together in anxiety that anyone could press for the lift, but you’re also submissively bent over for him, moaning and gasping his name even when it’s only the tip of his cock sliding into you.

He sees the way your fingers hover over the buttons, clearly more prepared to shut the doors and deny others entry than he was, and he thinks fuck it to himself before he buries himself deep into you, head thrown back at the heavenly and salacious feeling of fucking you raw. You’re somehow warmer and tighter, wetter with puffier lips during your second trimester. Just as he blanches at the thought he could hurt you, he remembers the doctor’s encouragement of more sex. Being the good boyfriend he is, Megumi fucks hard into you, groaning and panting when your walls clamp down on him.

He only wants to help you.

Days of rubbing your feet and singing to your belly were gone – now replaced with laughter pouring into your house and switching from listening to Mother Mother into actually enjoying nursery rhymes playing from the stereo.

It feels just like yesterday when he rushes you to the emergency room, your hand nearly crushing his during your contractions before you gave birth to his child.

Megumi has never really been much of an emotional person, preferring to be calm and stoic unless you’re around; the rare times he actually lets his walls down. Surrounded by a group of doctors, though, Megumi stops caring about saving face when they hand him his daughter. He isn’t the least bit embarrassed when he sobs upon seeing the tiny bundle of joy in his arms, so small and vulnerable that promised there and then – he’d do everything he can to protect his child and give them the best future.

Fushiguro Megumi is a hands-down helicopter dad. The moment you’re able to take your daughter back home, he’s already had the whole house baby proofed. Along with studying for his exams, he’s also switching back and forth to parenting guide books.

You can tell he’s taking his job as a dad very seriously. Megumi doesn’t hesitate to shoot out of the bed in the middle of the night whenever he hears his daughter cry, racing you to her crib while he rocks her back and forth and you prepare her milk. You’re both utterly tired and sleep deprived, your head resting on his shoulder as your baby calms down in his arms. Faintly, you feel him kiss the top of your head, encouraging you to go back to sleep with the assurance he can handle it.

But of course, you’re the stubborn parent, and you drag your boyfriend and daughter back to bed, making sure there was enough space to make her comfortable before falling asleep.

Being a parent – especially with the love of your life – has never felt any more magical.

Of course, it was hard and definitely not a walk in the park, but it was worth it. Every time you came home from school, Megumi would already be there, his daughter babbling nonsensically in his arms while he prepared her meals. At the sounds of the door opening, both of them would run to you, showering you with kisses while you did the same.

Both your families have still refused to accept you back – not that you both minded – but it was getting shameful to keep relying on his relative to provide for your family. Eventually, you and Megumi decided that the other stays to take care of your baby while you work after class.

You’re staggering inside your home like a zombie after a long day, muscles aching from too much work and brain barely functioning due to the lack of sleep. With a long, drawn out sigh, you plop on the couch next to your boyfriend who jolts back awake, still careful not to let his drooling daughter wake up in his arms. Upon seeing it’s just you, Megumi leans over to kiss you on the nose, smelling sweetly of floral detergent powder and baby cologne.

“Welcome home,” he murmurs at your skin, your eyes already fluttering close at the comfort and warmth of home. “Scarlet is fast asleep. She couldn’t wait for you to kiss her goodnight anymore.”

“Don’t be dramatic. Mommy will always come home to the two most precious people in the world,” Now, it’s your turn to kiss Megumi to remind him he’s also doing a great job. You know he’s working just as hard you are, and you honestly don’t think you could do this without him. “Megumi,” you begin, tracing soft circles into his wrist to feel his lulling heartbeat.

“Hmm?”

“Have I ever told you I loved you?”

“I think I know that already,” he smiles romantically at you – even after years, you’re still very much smitten with that smile, and the sight of him and your daughter alone has you relaxing back in your seat.

“Yes, but you need to hear it again,” you tell him, cupping his face into your palms. Megumi sighs as he leans closer into your warmth, his hands patting your daughter’s back to soothe her in her slumber. “You’re such a natural at this – being a father. I’m really lucky I had a family with you. It’s all I ever wanted,” Burying yourself closer into his arms and collecting the both of them into an embrace, you smile into his shoulder, feeling like you’re on cloud nine. “I don’t think life is gonna get better than this, Megs. I’m so happy right now I feel like I could die.”

“Don’t say the d-word around her,” he jokes, the two of you sharing tired and dry laughter. Once the amusement subsides, Megumi’s other hand shifts to squeeze your thigh to get your attention. “Y/N...do you ever think about...making us official?”

“What do you mean?” you mumble sleepily, “How else official could we get? We live together and we have a baby. Soon, we’re going to be employed too and then we can provide better for her and stop relying on Aunt Suki so much,” Megumi nods above you, but his lack of response is worrying that you look up to him, frowning as you see that his face is pulled deep into thought. “We’re already a family, Megs. What’s on your mind?”

“I want to marry you,” he blurts out, “I want to make you mine and mine only – I see a future and a forever with you,” Megumi looks you straight in the eye the whole time. “Marry me, Y/N. Please.”

You’re rendered speechless.

You love him so much, you really do, and nothing about that will change. After spending a lifetime with you, Megumi knows just by looking at your face that there’s a but coming afterward and he clenches his jaw, sadness swirling in his eyes that you have to stop him before his thoughts run off again. “I want that too, Megumi, believe me,” you reassure, brushing his hair back with your fingers; a gesture that always pulled him back to you. “I just don’t want to rush things, you know? We can still barely stand on our own and we have Scarlet to worry about. I think we should focus more on her future than ours.”

Megumi nods, albeit disappointed, though this doesn’t stop him from kissing you straight on the lips before he mutters, “I understand but...think about it, at least?”

“You already know my answer would be yes.”

“Scarlet! I wonder where my little princess is hiding,” Megumi announces from outside your room, your toddler giggling beside you as you both hide behind the closet hand-in-hand. Four years later, you and Megumi are married, and life’s gotten a lot easier – in addition to it being a whole lot more domestic since Megumi takes his husband title just as seriously as being a father. Right now, he’s crawling outside, his voice lowered in an attempt to be scary. “If I find her, she’s going to face the wrath of the tickle monster!”

“Tickle monster!” Scarlet gasps beside you, turning to you with wide eyes. “Mummy, I don’t want tickles!”

“Then we better be quiet so Daddy doesn’t find us!”

With your voice intentionally louder than a whisper, it doesn’t take long before Megumi opens the closet doors, carrying you both effortlessly before dropping you all down onto the bed. “I found you!” You all tickle each other and laugh, your daughter falling into panicked squeals while you chortle at the side. Megumi then hoists Scarlet up before the both of you kiss both sides of her cheeks, sending the giggling child into an utter ticklish mess.

While the two are busy tickling one another, you feign a gasp, clutching at your husband’s bicep.  “Megumi!” your eyes widen, pointing deftly at the kitchen with trembling lips for effect. “Can you please check the oven – I think I left something in there and it might be burning!”

“I don’t smell anything,” is all he says, but runs there anyway. Megumi stands in front of in confusion, Scarlet safely bundled in his arms while her father opens the oven, frowning as he takes the object out and inspects it. “Mittens? But Scarlet is already—” Just then, Megumi’s jaw drops, his grin stretched wide while Scarlet keeps poking at the mittens, trying to make them fit into her slightly larger hands. “No way. Another one?”

“Another candy?”

You laugh at Megumi’s beaming face that matches his daughter’s – the two looking too much alike – but for completely opposite reasons. “We’ll get you all the candies you want, sweetheart,” you swipe a candy from the counter and hand it to your daughter’s grabby hands, pecking Megumi’s cheeks who is still beyond flustered at the announcement. “But yeah we have another one – and it’s a boy!”

[voiidlizrd]

hi i'm sorry but do you think we could get a part two of gojo, toji, and naoya cheating? where their ex so finds someone new and they have a family or smth

Of course! Thank you so much for the ask!

Warning: Unhealthy past relationships, mentions of stalking, Naoya.

JUJUTSU KAISEN CHARACTERS WHEN THEIR S/O GETS INTO ANOTHER RELATIONSHIP (PT. 2)

Totally doesn’t care! His ego isn’t hurt one bit knowing you moved on so easily!

Let’s be honest, he’s not doing alright in the slightest.

Not only is he saying “what makes them so special” about your new significant other, but he’s trying hard to get you back.

Gojo actually decided to go to where you were staying (whether it was your house or apartment or your new s/o’s) and waiting until you finally answered his loud knocking at the door.

When you did, you weren’t really surprised or shocked to see him. You just kinda leaned against the doorframe with an unamused look on your face.

Gojo definitely hated that expression.

“Been a while, right? I missed you.”

You didn’t answer him, you only hummed in responds.

“Look I just- I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I want to make it up to you. I want to be with you again. You are my one and only!”

Now that made you burst out laughing. You tried to hold it back, but it was just too funny and ironic! Gojo could only stand there stupid while you tried to catch your breath.

“Sorry, ‘one and only?’ That’s a good one.”

Ouch. Another shot to his already deflated ego.

“Look Satoru, it’s cute that you came all this way just to say you’re sorry, but there’s no way I’m getting back with you.” You chuckled again.

“I wish you the best of luck. I mean, you are the most powerful sorcerer out there so it won’t be so hard finding someone else, right?”

With that you just closed the door before he could say anything more. This wasn’t how much of his relationships ended up. They would crawl and beg to be taken back, tell him that they forgive him. Gojo didn’t realize how his “sorry” just slipped his tongue so easily, just like every other short relationship he’s had.

You found someone better than him, someone that made you more happier than he made you.

Gojo wasn’t all to happy about that, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. Any attempt Gojo would throw at you would be crushed with a smile on your face.

Did you enjoy seeing him try his hardest to make it up to you? It was just a one time thing! Could you be anymore petty?

Gojo would always tell himself that when the swell of guilt in his chest would get too large. He tried to reason that he wasn’t at fault for any of this. But all his senses told him it was, deep down he knew.

You moved on while he couldn’t, and it was his own fault.

Good for you. He’s happy for you, totally.

Toji is a total liar, he isn’t happy. In fact, he’s more grumpy and angry than before now that you’re in a new and much better relationship.

But Toji remembers what you saw, what he did. He knew this would happen either way once you figured it out. He just didn’t expect your lack of care in the world for it.

He saw you with your new significant other, smiling lovingly at them. That was him before he decided to throw it all away. Toji almost laughed bitterly at the thought, he threw out most of everything in his life.

It was a depressing to remember the love you had given him, the attention and care. The time you put in to make him more softer around you.

That only made him angrier at himself for just wasting it away.

He doesn’t try to get you back, but he does watch you from afar. The envy in his eyes at your significant other could possibly kill them, hell he might just try.

Oh boy Naoya is throwing a fit over it. He’ll probably say very loudly to his servants or male colleagues that you’re a bitch and a whore for leaving him. He ended things with the mistress and blamed her for everything that happened.

He might even stalk you and pretty much blame you as well for the whole divorce. You weren’t being a good wife, that’s why he cheated. You clearly weren’t being a good housewife! It’s all about blaming you rather than accepting the small little voice in his head, that small little boy that wasn’t subjected to misogyny, the one that keeps telling him it was all his fault. That he was unfaithful.

He was being a bad husband. He wasn’t being the proper working husband for his wife. He never came home with a smile on his face, greeting his wife and asking if there’s any help she needs. After all, sometimes you were a bit clumsy. As a husband, he was suppose to provide for you, he was suppose to keep you happy.

He wasn’t suppose to hurt you.

On his many moments of stalking you, you finally confronted him one day on your many shopping runs.

“Look Naoya, I find your desperation real cute, but it’s getting annoying.”

God he hated your overall sincerity and new laid back attitude. He tried winning your heart again but your new significant other clearly had your heart, just like he had yours once.

He broke down one day in private. He wanted you, he needed you, he wanted you back. So. Badly. He even thought about begging on his knees for you to leave your lover for him, promising he would do you better and do you right. But his pride held him back. The weight of being a Zenin held him back.

He still has the photo of the day you two got married. He was so happy that day, the happiest man alive. You were smiling. That smile, it was much more happier and loving than the smile you gave him the day you left. He thought he could find another wife. Another submissive, doting, and loving wife. But none of them were you, none of them had that irritating stubbornness as you, no one made his heart skip a beat, not a single woman that came from other clans even compared to you.

He really screwed up.

Sorry if this isn’t as good as the other part! I’ve been going through some MAJOR writers block (reason for my late post). But thank you so much for the ask Anon! I really appreciate it!

[tojiverse]

toji with a special grade sorcerer!reader (implied exes) and instead of encountering w satosugu he fights reader

so i feel like anon wants this more in an angst direction (?) so i will be writing angst today!

warning: spoilers (if ur anime only? also spoilers for this arc as well the star vessel arc) violence angst

word count | 1.8k

When you saw him it was as if time had stopped, how ironic as your cursed technique allowed you to do such within your own control.

“Toji...” You whispered out before being snapped back to reality, you had the vessel and along with the boys you needed to make sure they got where they needed safely. 

“Yo, long time no see (l/n), unfortunate we had to meet like this isn’t it?” He asked and you glared.

By no means was your relationship with Toji smooth sailing, things were difficult, you came from a high clan and you had a reputation to uphold. As soon as your elders found out they threatened to strip you from not only status but being heiress to your clan. You relayed what they had said to Toji before leaving him broken-hearted. Now he stood before you, you could tell he had grown.

“Sensei, we have to deliver the vessel,” Gojo reminded you and you nodded.

“You two go on ahead I’ll handle things here,” You said unsheathing your katana, with a heavy heart. 

“Not so fast,” Toji had said from somewhere behind Gojo, impaling him with his weapon while Getou made off with the vessel. 

You quickly blocked him from attacking you, and he set off after the vessel you were hot on his tail. You had to leave Gojo quickly calling for medical assistance for him, while chasing after your ex before he could kill the vessel. You didn’t catch up in time as you yelled out for Getou to leave so you could do damage control, but it had been too late, Toji had killed the girl but at least Getou was out.

“Toji… I have to kill you now,” You whispered, you were seething. 

There was no way you nor the boys, minus Gojo would be forgiven for this disaster easily. 

“I’d love to see you try,” He said and you smirked. 

You set off blade ready and clashed with him, a smirk on your face. The two of you clashed around for a bit. You didn’t even notice you were outside once again until you heard a bird chirping.

“Why aren’t you using your technique, you could easily beat me with it,” Toji said he was amused.

“Shouldn’t use it on scum like you,” You said, you couldn’t believe this was happening right now honestly it felt like a nightmare. 

“You dated this scum, so I couldn’t be that bad,” He said with a smirk and you felt like you could scream.

Your body was on fire and you quickly slashed at him but he dodged it quickly. You put your hands looping your thumb behind your middle finger with the rest of your hand draped over it, Toji’s eyes widened.

“Domain Expansion: Time Stops All,” You whispered and there was a warping noise before you were both thrown into your domain. 

Within your domain time would be slowed for your opponent, not for you. You quickly grabbed your sword and walked over to Toji, taking your sword and impaling him in a fatal place, you undid your domain and began to walk away only to hear him weakly call out for you. 

“What is it Toji, I don’t have all day,” You said quickly and you turned around seeing what state you left him in. 

“I have a son, Megumi, take care of him, please make sure that he doesn’t return to the Zenin Clan,” Toji whispered and you looked up.

“You never made leaving easy, you’re a bastard but I once loved you. I’ll do it, so rest in peace Toji, I’ll take care of him,” You said and saw what seemed a smile appear onto his face while his eyes slowly closed. 

You groaned while wiping your tears, and quickly met back up with Gojo and Getou who seemed to be in better conditions.

“Sensei, we’re-” Getou began but you cut them off.

“No apologies, I have to quickly take care of some business, can I leave the reports to the both of you?” You asked and they nodded.

You headed home quickly changing before heading off to the direction Toji had whispered, slipping on glasses. You walked up to the home sitting on the porch with your legs crossed, and the boy came up to you with a confused look.

“Yo, your dad sent me,” You said with a small smirk and the boy looked at you. 

“Are you one of his friends?” He asked and you nodded.

“Listen, you’re going to come to live with me, you’re a sorcerer and there’s a clan looking for you, but I’ll protect you Megumi,” You said and he nodded, still looking confused. 

You extended your hand with a soft smile and he took it. You quickly hoisted him up with a smile and carried him off into your car helping with his seatbelt. It took everything within you to not cry, as he looked exactly like Toji, a carbon copy. You both rode in silence as you had to think over an excuse as to how to tell the boy his father wouldn’t be coming back. You also had to go to the Zenin Clan and had to talk over how Megumi would now be under your care. You sighed and the boy looked over at you.

“Is my dad coming back?” He asked and your eyes widened.

“Not for a long time, you’re stuck with me kiddo,” You said and he nodded. 

When you got to your estate with the child in hand your elders looked like they could die on the spot. 

“(y/n)-sama, what is the meaning of this?” One of them asked and you picked up Megumi walking past them.

You introduced him to the household maid asking her to watch over him while you spoke to the elders. After a long meeting the elders caved in to your pleas of keeping him. They told you that you would have to go alone to meet with the Zenin to which you nodded. You went back over to see Megumi doing homework and you crouched down.

“Hey buddy, we have to go somewhere okay? You can bring your work with you,” You said and he nodded.

You heard his stomach growl, to which he blushed, and you only frowned slightly. 

“We’ll get something to eat on the way too,” You said and he nodded. 

“Can we have sushi?” He asked and you smiled.

“Of course, we just have to stop by someone’s residency first, yeah?” You asked and he quickly nodded.

You both set out to Gojo’s place and you sighed, this had to be a headache. You stopped, parking outside the estate and taking Megumi with you. You knocked stating your name and that you had to see Gojo, to which you were let in and made your way to the meeting room. You quickly put Megumi down holding his hand and you both made your way to see him. Gojo’s eyes widened to see you with a child, you quickly explained the situation. He nodded agreeing to back you up and you let out a sigh of relief, smiling down at Megumi.

“Are you going now?” Gojo asked and you nodded.

“Yeah as soon as I take him to get sushi, it’s off to tell them,” You said and he nodded.

You said your goodbyes and you looked down at Megumi.

“Who is that man?” He asked and you smiled.

“That’s a friend and a student, Gojo Satoru, very strong boy,” You said and he nodded.

“I want to be as strong as him then,” He said and you smiled. 

You both got into the car and you drove to a nearby sushi place reassuring Megumi he could order whatever he pleased, multiple times as he wasn’t sure. After you both ordered and got your meals, you set out to the Zenin Estate, taking a deep breath. You got out with him, hoisting him up on your waist as he had passed out and stepped in, all eyes following you in deep silence. You walked into Naobito’s office with a scowl, as you had a rough encounter with Naoya beforehand, and you knew he’d be in there. Both men looked at you in utter shock when you came in unannounced with Megumi in your arms. Naobito, went to open his mouth but you gave him a piercing look and quickly put your hand up. 

“The (l/n) clan will be looking after Megumi Fushiguro as long as I live, I have already spoken with the Gojo Clan, and they plan to back me up, there is no buts, ifs, nor objection. The child will fully go under my custody,” You said while glaring and turned your head to Naoya. “Get out of my sight now, your father and I have lots to discuss.”

Naoya looked at his father who only nodded and he left glaring at you. You rubbed Megumi’s back in a soothing manner as the door slamming startled him.

“Hey buddy, back to sleep okay?” You whispered and he nodded.

He fell back asleep and you looked at Naobito, still glaring.

“You ought to teach your son manners, how will he get a woman if he’s so… brutish?” You said and Naobito only glared. 

“What is all this about your clan taking Megumi in, it was said that he would become a Zenin,” He said clearly confused. 

“I'll make it brief, I killed Toji, so I guess since I did you a favor, ridding you of him, permanently, you could do this for me and stay out. It was Toji’s final wish for the boy to stay with me permanently. I plan to honor it,” You said and Naobito proceeded to stare.

“Well, I’ll allow it under one condition, if you were to become dead or mentally incapacitated, Megumi is handed over to me, and then made sole heir to our clan,” He said and you thought it over. “I can assure you’re not walking out here cleanly with the boy, if we don’t come to an agreement.”

“Alright but I also have a set of terms, if you were to die or become mentally incapacitated, Megumi goes over to Gojo Satoru,” You said and Naobito nodded. 

You stood up slowly extending a hand, to which he took and you gripped it hardly.

“And may hell rain down upon you if you do anything to sabotage this, also he is never to find out I killed his father,” You said and let go, walking out. 

You made your way out the manor not before Naoya cornered you. You looked up at him, displeased to say the least. 

“Get out my way,” You said and he shook his head.

“Not until you apologize for disrespecting me,” He said and you laughed.

“Didn’t know you had a pair now, out of my way,” You said, shoving him and continued to walk. 

Watching over Megumi wasn’t an easy task, you had no idea how children worked, but he was such a good kid you couldn’t help but spoil him. Megumi would often have bad nightmares as a child where he would think you had abandoned him, which broke your heart because as long as you lived you’d stay by his side. 

[seoafin]

i was so busy with my mid and grinding in genshin that i completely forgot abt the fanbook and was confused for a sec the moment i saw my twt tl in flames,,

😭😭 akutami’s answers feels more of a shitpost tbh,, for someone who dont like gojo he sure acts like him (and considering that akutami’s only a year older than gojo irl)

when i see gojo, i have the urge to yell, "sir, u're so fucking ugly" @/&/&/&/@ ????? I DON'T GET IT,, i feel like i've been conditioned by akutami wtf

jujutsu tech had to have regular classes otherwise nanami wouldn't have been able to get an office job, but the immense lack of presence standardised education has in yuuji's life is so funny to me. he couldn't even join classes bc he d worded within his first week at schoo ,,, was gone for like 2 months, then got sent on a mission,, then the shibuya thing happened,, now he's not in school anymore

and had a stsg brainrot. geto had a good grasp of how to work the world around him even when he was a "good" student,, the fact that he didn't indulge the full extent of his technique's capabilities to the college while not coming from a background that would give him good reason to doubt them...orz

arguably, geto shld have been way more out of his depth as someone with literally no connection to the jujutsu world besides his own technique, but he was more in tune with it and the bureaucracy and the politics than gojo, who was the heir of his own major clan

ig it was privilege that allowed gojo to act that way, and the knowledge that it would take some generations before someone like him would be born again. the lack of that same privilege was part of what exposed suguru to all the worldviews he had...

it always tickles me how the boy who wanted to work towards "the greater good" became the "bad guy" and the boy who wanted the world to be according to his own ideals became the "good guy",,, both are inherently selfish. it's just that one is more obviously self-serving than the other

and it's sort of cute how east asian fandom clung to "my one and only" even tho it's a mistranslation we're all iffy abt (it feels like queer baiting to me)

this “love is the most twisted curse” theme going on reminds me of madoka sm 💀 very very vague spoiler : in the rebellion movie a certain someone was like hope? despair? WRONG it’s love

in jjk, last wills being significant is a recurring theme so it does check out that rika became a curse bc she passed wanting to be with yuuta. adding onto that yuuta also wanted her to be happy, as much as he wanted her to rest in peace... pain

and if megumi coming into the clan as heir was a stipulation on naobito's part, potentially it's bc he saw that megumi could already do a partial territorial expansion, which naoya may or may not be able to accomplish,, if this is actually true and he has one hell of an inferiority/ superiority complex,, in the garbage disposal u go ❤️

anyways i hope ur doing well and have a good night<3 - 🐱

🐱 ANON I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!!!!

yeah all of akutami’s answers are him trolling, they’re all vague as hell ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO SHOKO WE BARELY GOT ANYTHING SUBSTANTIAL AND IM MAD ABOUT IT (honestly she feels like an after thought and it makes me 😐)

you’ve been conditioned by me and akutami. that just means it’s working

yuji barely got to be a regular teenager before he was swept up in the jujutsu world. honestly it makes me wonder how much of it would have inevitable. if he really is related to choso/noritoshi kamo then I feel like he would’ve introduced to the jujutsu world sooner or later but still....

yeah it’s been pointed out before but gojo has immense privilege....and that + his massive ego blinds him to things.

YES I ALSO THOUGHT MADOKA MAGICA REBELLION.....homura....the entire "I'd do anything for you even become the devil" is 😰