#Naoya Zen’in 18+

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#12 Hate (Angry) Fucking / Exhibitism x Fem Reader

CW: Plot, Mean Dom Naoya, Hickeys, Biting, Pet Names, degradation, humiliation exhibitionism, Creampie. Naoya is his own warning. Yes yes the relationship isn’t healthy. This will probably be adapted into a mini series 🧍‍♀️.

Art at the end belongs to @nanichi0 🖤 show some love to their twitter.

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“Oh wife, do you really hate me that much? How pathetic you are to crumble at my feet every night beg for more. What is it woman? Do you hate me or do you just like it when I toss you around?”

Naoya said, holding your cheeks in his hand, squeezing your face gently. The tears welling up in your eyes made him chuckle. “I-I do hate you. I wish I never married you” you spat at him. Your words seemingly did not affect him but inside a flame was burning in him. One that desired your love and devotion dearly. “Ah as if you had a choice really with all your family debt, I picked you and you became mine and you will be mine till the day you die”

What even got you into this mess was your shitty attitude, if you would’ve been the picture perfect wife Naobito told you to act like, Naoya wouldn’t have had to pull you aside into a different room. Naobito was worse than Naoya and believe it or not he loved you no matter how sexist and misogynistic he acted.

To him you were like fresh air, someone he could act himself around but he often found himself cowering away like a child afraid of your reaction, afraid he father would hear him and take his title away for not being what a “man should be”

You heard of the Zen’in clan and wished you’d never cross them but your family left you in such a predicament that you had gone to estate where a line of women stood. Naoya came out with Naobito and looked over each and everyone of you, his eye immediately catching you. He tried to act interested in the women Naobito complimented and discussed but he stared at you the entire time, your eyes never left his glare not backing down to his dominance.

From then on he knew you would be the one. “Father enough of this, I want her” He said standing in front of you. Your eyes grew wide and your heart sank, you should’ve been excited right? You thought to yourself, “debt would be paid off” you said but the thoughts lingering in your mind the rumors of how horrible Zen’in men treated their wives you wondered if being alone and having no place to go was more worth it than this.

But something was different, Naoya once alone would hold your hand intently. A soft smile on his face but as soon as the door creaked to open he let go, his face falling back into a straight face. You noticed this happened quite often as later that night instead of consummating your marriage he just held you in his arms asking questions about you to try and get to know the women he was spending the rest of his life with.

The next few months went well as well as you assumed it would go. He was always so gentle but at times when you’d beg him to be rough he would be. He wasn’t concerned about getting you pregnant as he wanted to spend time with you just as his wife. But one day this stopped, he became cold, distant, and told you that his father wasn’t happy with how things have been going and he’d find him a more obedient wife.

“Is that what you want” you asked. “As if I have a say in what I want. Just do what you're supposed to wife” Naoya seethed. Weeks passing you got annoyed with his on and off affection so you became distant but despite that you always found your way back into his grip.

“Hey, i'm talking to you” Naoya said again, letting go of your cheeks slightly to pull you back to reality. “I hate you” you said again looking at him.

The flame in his stomach exploded, he stepped closer to you. His hands resting on the side of your face he pulled you into a kiss. Your anger only slightly dying on his tongue. Your arms were the first to wraps around his neck continuing the kiss. A smirk growing on Naoya’s face knowing he had you right where he wanted. Pulling his head away a string of saliva still remained before he wiped it away. “Thought you hated me hmm? Then why is it that you are pulling me in for me?”

Naoya said, lifting you up and placing you on the desk. Being in his arms like that again made the heat between your legs swell. A gasp leaving your lips when he reached under your dress and yanked off your damped panties. “I’m taking these” he cooed into your ear shoving them into his pocket. “Now will you be a good girl and behave for me?” Naoya asked, placing his thumb in your chin and making you look at him.

“No” you taunted him, a smirk growing across your lips. Pulling you back into a kiss you kept mumbling how much you hated him which only made him keep kissing you, hoping his tongue would silence you. Taking his mouth off yours he slipped his fingers between your cunt “Hate me so much yet your cunt is so wet for me y/n? Seems a bit conflicting no? Want me to stop?”

“N-no” you said, your face growing red. Turning away from his gaze. Pulling your face back to look at him “So you can be obedient when you wanna” Naoya cooed into your ear, putting his thumb against your clit and circling it. His other hand freed your breasts from untying the front of your dress. Taking one into his hand playing with your nipple pinching at it to gain a whine from you.

Obedient the word pissing you off more and more each time he said it but not wanting the pleasure to end you just ignored it the best you could, you count be mad at him later. “And you can stop being a prick when you want to” you said. “Me a prick? Would a prick make you cum whenever you wanted?”

Removing his fingers, your body was angry from the sudden pause as you glared at him.

“Awe look how angry you look” he said. Just as you were about to speak up he lifted you into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist “not ganna drop you” he cooed into your ear before biting at your neck and leaving hickeys behind, he liked the way you’d moan out softly each time he’d cause you a bit of pain.

“I bet you I’ll make you scream out my name. Everyone out there will know how well we get along huh y/n”

You felt the tip of his cock at your entrance, twitching against your lips. He lowered you slowly at first before slamming you against his body. A loud groan coming from him as you bit your lip to try and hold in your sounds. Naoya looked at you with hooded eyes, continuously fucking himself into you from below.

Your cunt telling him how good he felt by how you squeezed him so tightly. “S-shit. So tight. I could stay like this all night” He said between breaths.

He was eager to get you to scream his name, holding your back with one arm leaning you back and his thumb found your clit again rubbing circles. A dragged out moan came from your throat, his cock splitting you in two going deeper and deeper from the changed angle.

“A-ah Fuck-k I hate you N-naoya” you said, screaming out his name as your nails dug into his back.

He hissed from the pain but it burned into pleasure as your cunt clenched around his cock so beautifully. He huffed out air, keeping his pace he hit your g-spot making your walls spasm around him. “There you go y/n. Cum on my dick”. Your body responding to his command. Your thighs twitched as you bit down on his collarbone leaving a mark behind when you let go.

Naoya taking it to be a sign to be tougher with you and finish. Walking over to the desk he laid you down onto it, grabbing your legs and forcing them to hit your chest. You wheezed out air your eyes wide as you stared at him. “N-Naoya” you moaned when your cunt felt empty before he shoved himself back in with one quick hard thrust. Fucking himself into you faster and faster your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you reached closer to your second orgasm. Throwing his head back his nails dug into your thighs “Feels so good. you did this on purpose. You just wanted me to fuck you didn’t you?” He said in between breaths.

“You could never really hate me” he grunted. His hand reaching up to grab your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours. “I-I do” you moaned. His hips rutting against yours a few more times before he quickly spoke “gotta cum. Inside. Ok?”

The wind was being knocked out of you but you were able to groan out “yes”. Your orgasm taking over your cunt squeezed his cock one finale time making hot ropes of cum full you up. He rested his head on your forehead as he caught his breath.

Pulling out he cleaned himself up with your panties, wiping the cum leaking out of your cunt before shoving them back into his pocket. “Now come on, we have to get back to the banquet. You better behave” Naoya said, winking at you. Once you got your dress fixed he took your hand into his and headed for the door. Pushing it open, a crowd of people dispersing in opposite directions.

Naoya chuckled to himself as you looked to the ground with embarrassment.

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BUT HE NEEDS A WIFE | NAOYA ZEN'IN

Please read all warnings carefully, my fics cover dark topic matters, that may be upsetting to certain readers. Read at your own discretion. Warnings: Dark. Arranged/Forced marriage. Non con touching. Violence against reader. Mentions of sex. Misogynistic views. Degrading views. Submissive reader. Abusive relationship. Forced pregnancy. Non con. Dub con. 18+ A/N: I feel like the character is a warning in itself. But of course I had to pick this one, out of all the characters in JJK.

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When your parents told you of your engagement to Haru, you had been hesitant. 

You knew it was an honour to marry someone so high up in the Zen’in clan but you had remembered Haru from your teenage years, or more so his closest companion, Naoya Zen’in. 

Naoya had always tormented you growing up, spitting about how a weak woman like you should know your place. He even once forced his friends to hold you three steps behind him as he paraded you through the school. 

Where a woman should be, he had chuckled darkly. 

It was no surprise he had turned out the way he did. 

Since you had known him, people around him had been feeding him the belief he’d be head of the Zen’in clan one day. No wonder he constantly felt entitled and put himself above everybody else. But his arrogance when it came to women was something else, something that had bile creeping up your throat every time someone even uttered his name. 

You had never understood why girls had thrown themselves his way, knowing they’d be discarded like a used toy the next day. 

Even your childhood best friend had fawned over him, fluttering her eyelashes and bowing her head like an obedient servant every time he walked her way. For years he had never even batted an eye her way, completely ignoring her existence. 

Until he had exhausted his options and finally his line of vision was turning in her direction. Or that’s at least what you believed.

It was only days after you were cradling her form in your lap, her tears soaking your legs as you brushed her hair out of her face. 

The sight had sent you into an out of mind craze because days later you found yourself completely alone as you confronted him about it. 

At first he had laughed when he saw you storming over his way, even whistling your way. Only for his eyes to narrow at you when you spat your vicious words at him, hand wrapping around your throat before you could finish. 

“Anyone would be grateful to be even touched by me,” he hissed, holding you against the wall. 

You had wheezed his name, fingernails clawing at his hand. But his grip only tightened, as he glared at you. 

“It’s a fucking honour.” He was seething as he spoke the words, a rage pouring off of him that you had never seen before. One that you’d hoped you’d never see again. 

With your tears you begged for your life, unable to speak with his hands constraining your neck. 

You didn’t know why he let go of you, letting you drop to the floor below him. But he had, giving you once last disgusted look before he walked away. 

Even in your fear you had been defiant, the words falling from your lips before you could stop them. 

“I fear for the woman who ends up marrying you.” 

Naoya had simply rolled his eyes at your words, nostrils flaring slightly but he never responded. 

Even though Haru hadn’t been there to witness that day, he had still been friends with Naoya for so long. By association you believed him to be an awful person and the thought of a marriage with someone like that, terrified you to the core. 

But Haru had changed since then. 

He was gentle and doting, reassuring you with every day you spent together that he would be a good husband. Nothing he did made you believe he could be lying and so each night when he gently brushed his lips with yours before you settled into bed together, you opened your mind to the idea of it. Until it was truly all you believed.

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Words couldn’t reach your lips when you had been told, body only freezing in your seat as your parents had blabbered on to you and Haru. 

It’s an honour, you heard your father say. The head of the Zen’in clan blessing our daughter’s marriage is an honour. 

Luckily Haru spoke for you, hand grabbing yours as he squeezed it gently. 

Of course we’d be honoured to have him in our home. Haru had told your parents. Me and Naoya used to be such good friends back in the day

Your gaze lifted to look at him then, body trembling beside him as you caught his wide smile. 

There was a sickening feeling in the pit of your stomach when you returned home that day. One that you were unable to shake even as the day drew closer and your fiancé tried so hard to reassure you it’d be okay. 

“He won’t bless our marriage,” you had told Haru, eyes glazed over with tears. “I know it.” 

Haru only shook his head, not taking your fear seriously. “Relax-” 

“I know him.” Your hands gripped onto his shirt, pleading with him to listen. “He’ll do it out of spite. He hates me.” 

“It’s been years, Y/N.” 

You turned away, trying to steady your shaky breaths as you listened to your words. You really wanted to believe him, to think that everything would be okay. But you had both known a different person growing up, while he had been your biggest tormentor, he had been one of Haru’s closest friends. 

Haru had of course had no reason to believe that Naoya hated you so much, that he wouldn’t bless your marriage just because he felt like it. 

But that tightening feeling in your stomach told you differently. Even when you desperately craved to not want to believe it. 

“It will only be for a few hours,” Haru reassured you, his hand rubbing into your shoulders. 

“A few hours,” you repeated, taking a shaky breath. 

You felt Haru shift behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he held you close. “You know he’s trying to find a wife?” 

You giggled a bit at that, a small smile perking up on your lips that your fiancé seemed to share with you, “I pray for the woman who has to marry him.” 

“So do I,” he laughed with you. 

There was a knock on the door, the tension rising in your body again. 

“Must be him,” Haru stated, eyes turning towards the direction of the door. “It’ll be okay.” 

Haru tried to reassure you with a peck to your cheek but your body was already quivering with nerves, unable to shake the uneasy feeling. 

A feeling that only grew as you heard his horrifying familiar voice. 

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Mandatory duties like this were a chore for Naoya. 

Who cared whether he approved of someone’s marriage or not? 

However, when he had seen your name on the papers alongside Haru’s, he had almost choked on the tea he had been sipping. 

How had Haru found himself in such an unfortunate situation to be engaged to you? 

Someone as disobedient as you, surely there must have been a mistake in what he was seeing. He remembered your last conversation years ago like a sour taste in his mouth that he just couldn’t quite get rid of. 

You had the nerve to touch him, to look into his eyes as if you were his equal- No, not even that, you had seen yourself better than him. 

Naoya had never shaken the rage at that, blood still boiling at the memory. 

He had been merciful that day.

Something he wouldn’t be today, he had told himself as Haru greeted him at your front door. 

“Where is she then?” Naoya asked, making sure his voice carried through your small home. 

He wanted you to know he was there. Whichever room you were hiding in, he wanted you to be quivering at his arrival. 

“Where’s your beautiful fiancé?” 

He hadn’t expected you to step through a door in the hallway, joining your husband’s side. What was most surprising was when you bowed to him, not even uttering a word as you greeted him in the proper way. 

His eyes scanned your form, running over you in your attire and admiring the way your yukata fit your body so well. 

“Would you finish preparing the tea for us?” Haru asked you, gently pushing you back in the direction you came. 

You bowed your head to him before returning back to the kitchen. 

He couldn’t help but watch your frame as it disappeared into another room. He used to tease you about your wider hips, only now he was biting back the words as his cock twitched at the sight of them. 

“What have you done to her?” There was humour laced in Naoya’s tone but all that met his eyes was a deep hunger. One that he was sure his old friend caught on to. 

“She’s going to be a great wife,” Haru commented, giving Naoya a small smile before he directed him to another room. “Please, let's get you comfortable.” 

Conversation flowed between him and Haru easily as if time had never passed. The only time his mind seemed to slip away from the conversation was when you entered the room, tray in hand as you quietly placed it on the table in front of them. 

It’s also when he noticed how your delicate hands were trembling as they poured his tea, his lips curling up into a dark grin. There was something satisfying about seeing you so scared to be around him, especially after all these years. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” Haru said to you as he took his tea from your hand, pulling you to sit beside him. 

He looked at Naoya then, eyes squinting for a second as he placed an arm over your shoulders. Naoya knew that look, he had seen it on so many men before when their wives would sneak him sneaky glances. 

Haru was acting possessive and Naoya actually thought it was cute. 

“Such an obedient wife you have there,” Naoya spoke, only to tut at himself as he caught his words. “Sorry, I meant fiancé. You still need my blessing before that.” 

You looked at him then, eyes glazed over, only for a second before your gaze returned to your hands. 

There you are, he thought. 

He saw the fear that seeped into your eyes at his words. 

“You know Haru there’s a position that really needs filling,” Naoya changed the conversation. “It would get you more money than whatever you’re making now. Help you better provide for your future wife.” 

“If you see me fit for the job,” Haru said, eyes widening with hope at his words. 

Naoya almost felt pity for him. 

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Two hours in and you were excusing yourself to the kitchen, hand covering your mouth as you muffled your gasps of breath. 

You didn’t understand how Haru could be so blind, not even noticing the sadistic grin on Naoya’s face as he toyed with the pair of you. He knew he had all the control, practically holding it over your heads like the dogs he thought you were. 

Naoya was quiet as he crept behind you, so quiet you didn’t even notice him until his hands were playing with your hair. 

You gasped at the touch but didn’t dare to move as he trapped you between his body and cabinet in front of you. 

“There’s a good girl,” Naoya whispered, brushing your hair over your shoulder. You could feel his breath fan against your skin as he inched closer. “You are such a submissive thing, aren’t you?” 

You swallowed, pushing yourself further into the cabinet in hopes to escape his grasp. 

“All the lessons when we were teenagers really seemed to seep in, didn’t they?” He asked but you knew he didn’t really want a response. “I bet you’re even saving yourself for the big day.” 

You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of an answer but he could see it in your heated glare through the reflection of the window. 

“You are.” He sniffed your neck, inhaling your scent as he pressed himself right up against you. “So pure, Y/N. You’re going to be such a great wife.” 

You could feel every bit of him as he pressed his body against yours and you were horrified at the feel of his hardness rubbing against your back. 

You bit on your lip to keep any noise buried, knowing he was already getting off on how docile you were being. You didn’t need him to get off on your fear as well. 

At the sound of Haru’s footsteps coming down the stairs, he backed away but not far enough from your liking. 

“I should be going to see your parents now, Y/N,” Naoya spoke to you before he turned to Haru, patting him on his shoulder. “I’ll keep in touch with you about the job as well, Haru.” 

Haru saw him out, walking back to you with the biggest grin as he tried to cup your face. 

You flinched away, turning back to the cleaning you had started. 

“You heard him,” Haru said, wrapping his arms around you. “We are going to be fine.” 

You wanted to scream at him, unable to understand how he just couldn’t see what you saw. 

But you didn’t say anything, only biting at your bottom lip to keep your tears at bay as you hugged him back, knowing it would probably be the last time. 

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There was no surprise on your face when your parents broke the news to you. 

Not until they had explained why Naoya hadn’t approved of your engagement. 

You wanted to plead with your parents for them to take it back, to not allow you to go through with this. 

But you knew the shame that it’d bring them and as much as it haunted you, it was something you couldn’t possibly do to them. There was nothing they could probably do anyway, who were they to refuse the head of the Zen’in clan. 

You weren’t allowed to see Haru after that, Naoya had made that clear to your parents. 

You had spent most of your days in your childhood room at home, not wanting your parents to catch on how truly sick this made you. You didn’t want to put that guilt on them, for them to learn how truly unhappy you would be with the match. 

Even when you reached your wedding day and you felt completely numb to the core, you dragged yourself out of bed with a smile. 

Everyone you knew attended the ceremony, the whole of the Zen’in clan being in attendance. Even your Haru standing in the second row. 

You couldn’t even meet any of their eyes, gaze being glued to the floor.

For the first time in your life you found some solace in Naoya’s eyes, even if it was only to help you draw your attention to something other than the hundreds of other people watching. 

But the way he was smiling at you, had you fighting with yourself to not turn away. 

It was as if he was revelling in victory for a game you hadn’t even realised you both had been playing. 

Once the ceremony was over, Naoya paraded you around like a doll, showing you to anyone and everyone that would stop to watch. People from your teenage years ogled their eyes at you in disbelief, clearly being shocked to see the pair of you being wed off. 

It made as little sense to them as it did you. 

Even as you sat next to him while you ate together, you still couldn’t piece together why he was doing this. It’s all you wanted to ask, still believing in your head that this was some sort of sick joke. That he’d eventually get bored and start laughing and this all would be over. 

“Your parents served you well,” Naoya finally spoke to you, arm leaning over the back of your chairs. 

You turned to him at this, not truly understanding what he was getting at.

“I’ll definitely make sure to thank them for bringing you up like this.” Naoya smirked, toying with his food on the table. “You’re going to be such a great wife.” 

You were going to be sick, you were sure of it. 

“You’ve barely touched your food,” he stated. “Something wrong?” 

“No, I-” you swallowed, eyes flickering up to tables surrounding you. “It’s just nerves.” 

In the sea of people you spotted him, looking back at you with a hollow stare. 

Naoya’s eyes followed your line of sight, a wicked smile touching his lips as he noticed. 

You felt him lean into your side, lips grazing your ear as he whispered, “As wife to the head of the Zen’in clan you must sever all notions of ever having a different life in your mind.”  

You could see Haru’s face drop and it was almost like he couldn’t bear to watch you anymore, turning away.

You shuddered as Naoya’s next words brushed against your neck. 

“You belong to the clan now and to me.” 

He pressed a kiss under your ear, before returning to his meal. 

“Remember that.” 

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Psychotherapy

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Pairing: Zenin Naoya x f!Reader

Naoya is forced to go see a therapist to help his attitude so he can find a wife.

Words: 4503

Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Spit Kink, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Face Slapping, Face-Fucking, Light Bondage, Light Dom/Sub, Edging, Degradation

Early 2017

You’re on a beach in Malaysia; ocean waves crashing playfully against the shore as you sunbathe on the white sandy beach. Palm trees stand tall and proud, providing just enough shade, dancing ever so slightly with the soft breeze coming off the water.

“What man lets their woman have a job? Is there something wrong with your pussy?”

Birds fly overhead, dipping down to the sea to catch their next meal, feathers illuminated by the rays of the sun. Others sing the song of their people as they pass by, on their way to the next stop with the flock.

“There’s only one thing worse than a woman, and that’s a woman who can read.”

Is this son of a bitch the CEO of misogyny? Holy shit.

Whoever told you to meditate to relax when you have a horrible patient is a goddamn liar because when they open their stupid mouths, it’s ruined. You take a deep breath, steadying yourself, finally opening your eyes to find a pair of sharp, cynical brown eyes staring back at you.

If you had realized this session was going to be with Naoya fucking Zen’in, you would have noped your way out of that so fast. This is what you get for not reviewing your case files due to the recent influx of patients.

Be professional. Be professional. Be professional.

“I took many years of-”

“Therapy isn’t a real profession anyway.” The blonde douchebag interrupts, waving you off as he sprawls on the chaise in front of the window in your office.

It took him all of 30 seconds to begin pissing you off. Barging in during your last session with a client demanding his start immediately, all the while using phrases like “do you know who I am?” and “wait until my father hears about this.” You rolled your eyes so hard it’s surprising they aren’t on the floor right now.

The window he’s next to looks out to a beautiful, quiet, wooded scene. If you killed him, nobody would be able to see you bury the body, save for the animals. And they wouldn’t say anything. Most would probably come by to pick at the fleshy parts of his skin, assisting with removing evidence making it harder to identify that it was you who had murdered the heir to the Zen’in clan.

It would be easy. Incredibly so. You’re unsuspecting. There’s nothing stopping you from walking over to him and stabbing your pen right into his eye. People think of you as the quiet shy type, when in reality you choose to keep to yourself to avoid being part of the office gossip, and if you had to admit it, you’re a little tired of all the shit your patients say too, which only adds to the quiet, unsuspecting demeanor.

“I took a psych class once, so I totally understand how to analyze people.”

“It’s not my fault those women are mad. I never agreed to be exclusive.”

“I didn’t kill the men at the fair. My henchmen did.”

If you played your cards right, you could probably talk Satoru Gojo into helping you cover it up. You haven’t seen this yourself, but word around the water cooler is things are so bad between them, that when they’re here for their sessions at the same time (the rare times Gojo actually shows up on time), they have to sit in different waiting rooms.

Closing your eyes, you take a deep breath and kiss your teeth, choosing to ignore his comment like the goddamn professional you are. You didn’t get your master’s degree to be talked down to by someone with too thick eyeliner and too many piercings looking like a failed alt emo boy.

It’s probably best to ignore his snide remarks and continue with the session. The sooner it gets started, the sooner it can be over, “Naoya, wh-”

“ Master Naoya,” he interjects, clearly annoyed you’re not referring to him the way he deems worthy.

“Right….” There is no way in hell you’re referring to him as ‘Master’ in any lifetime. “Anyway. Whose idea was it for you to be here today?”

You don’t need to review his case file to know why Naoya’s in therapy. Everyone knows. In order to take over as clan head when his father passes, he needs to marry, except he can’t get anyone to agree to it, because he’s literal human trash. Hence the mandatory therapy to try and… remediate some of his issues.

“Isn’t that your “job” to know?” he uses air quotes.

You were hoping if he said it aloud, admitted it, then it would act as a sort of eye opener for him or at least a first step. Looks like that’s not the case, he’s content continuing to be a shitty person.

“This is why women are only good for breeding.” He groans, rolling his eyes.

“Holy shit. What the fuck is your problem?” You ask in disbelief and the words vomit from your lips before you can stop them.

He furrows his brows, turning his head to meet your gaze before eyeing you up and down. He makes a point to stop and stare at your tits and lips, not bothering to meet your eyes again.

“Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that?” He seethes, “a wench like you needs to be put in her place,” he looks you over once again before his lips curl into a wicked smirk. “You’re decent enough looking. I guess I’d be willing to take one for the team to teach you a lesson.”

Fuck professionalism. This guy needs knocked down a peg or ten. “If I wanted a good lay, I’d visit Gojo. Hell, I bet you wouldn’t even measure up to Toji on your best day.”

“I can fuck whores like you ten times better than either of them could,” he spits back.

“I hear Gojo’s a generous lover.” Why bring Gojo into this, specifically? Just to stir the pot. Rile him up and piss him off, just as he’s done to you. Everyone knows the stories of the infamous playboy. Huge cock. Can go all night. Has a strict ladies first policy when it comes to getting off.

“I bet you don’t even know where the clitoris is.” He’s definitely the kind of guy who only cares about only his pleasure; it would come as no surprise if he’s never gotten a woman off before.

He sneers, “every single one of my servants comes crawling back for more.”

“Weird way to say cousins.”

He stares at you, fire burning in his eyes. Anyone else would probably think he looks shocked, and maybe he is, just a little. That a lowly window has the audacity to speak to a sorcerer this way, let alone the next head to one of the big three.

Shit. Are you gonna do this? Are you gonna challenge him so he’ll prove it?

Yes. Yes you are and you can literally feel the feminism ascending out of your body as you make up your mind.

Standing, you unbutton a few buttons from the top of your blouse to accentuate the swells of your breasts and loosen the knot on your ascot, slipping it over your head as you make your way over to Naoya, sliding it down his neck and tightening maybe a little too tight.

Leaning down, warm breath tickling the shell of his ear causing goosebumps to form, you whisper, “prove it.” He wastes no time in grabbing your free hand and placing it on his erection with a pleased smirk.

Of course he’s turned on. Probably thinking you’ll easily submit to him.

As you stroke his clothed cock, he lets out a quiet, satisfied moan as your other hand pulls the ascot a little tighter, no longer worrying if it’s too constricting.

Honestly, if he died, you wouldn’t care. Satisfying for you. Humiliating for him.

“Be a good boy and open wide,” he glares, clenching his jaw in a surprisingly quiet refusal. Letting go of the ascot, you grab him by the hair, forcing his head back until he opens just wide enough for you to gather saliva and spit it in his mouth.

“Swallow.” You demand, his eyes wide with shock. Once he regains his composure, he flips you over, slamming your back against the couch.

“I’m going to fuck your goddamn brains out,” he snaps, “and you’re going to regret spitting in my mouth like a filthy slut.” Naoya grabs one end of the ascot, pulling harshly until it comes untied, tossing it aside and you watch it float to the ground next to the chaise before turning your attention back to him.

There’s tension in the air, as the two of you stare at one another, swallowing thickly before your lips crash together, the sensation immediately sends a jolt between your thighs. The kiss is aggressive and greedy; more tongue and teeth than actual kiss and part of you is still shocked you’re going through with this.

As he pulls away, he sinks his teeth into your bottom lip, hard enough to leave a bruise, still trying to prove his dominance over you. Then in a move that takes you off guard, he trails several nips and kisses down your neck and collarbone. While he does this, you lift your hips and pull your pencil skirt up, so he’s not tempted to rip it off, letting it pool at your hips. At this moment, you’re incredibly thankful you wore your lace bra and panties today, even if he doesn’t deserve to see them.

“Spread your legs,” he snarls, forcing them open on his own and slipping two fingers into your aching cunt, making you whimper and arch your back due to lack of proper preparation. He quickly pumps his fingers while angling them perfectly. You let out a quiet whine when he begins to stroke the spot inside that makes you see stars while his thumb grazes teasingly over your clit.

Guess he does know where the clitoris is after all.

“You try to act tough,” he brushes his lips against your cheek and jaw until he kisses a spot below your ear, “yet here you are, so clearly desperate for my cock like the slut you are,” he whispers before clamping down, biting, and sucking at the spot on your neck. Thrashing below him, you try to nudge his head away with your shoulder to get him to let go.

“No marks! Jesus Christ, I don’t want people to know I fucked you!”

He smirks against you, knowing he’s not going to let up, and bites down on the crook of your neck this time. Gasping, you grab him by the hair and pull him away before smacking him, hard, across the cheek as he lets out a loud moan.

“You fucking liked that?” You furrow your brows and narrow your eyes, surprised by that turn of events.

“Shut the fuck up!” He growls, his lips meeting and moving along yours again in an attempt to keep you quiet. And really, you don’t mind as it gets his misogynistic ass to keep quiet as well.

With your mouths busy, his fingers working their godforsaken magic and your hands in his hair, you’re building up for a crash. A tsunami. An unraveling of the greatest proportions… and then he removes his fingers, pulling away from you completely with a cunning grin spread across his stupidly beautiful face.

“Christ, Naoya, I didn’t even cum. How pathetic .” You spit, knowing he’s edging you on purpose for pissing him off, “you sure you can fuck better than Gojo? Because at this point I’m really doubting your skill.”

“You don-”

“Shut up and get undressed. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

He stops and stares at you incredulously, “You’re the wo-”

“I’m not going to undress you. Do you want your dick sucked or not?”

Finally, finally , he closes his mouth and begins to undress from his kimono, as you take the opportunity to remove your own clothes as well.

Once the two of you are undressed, you push him onto the chair so he’s sitting; before lowering yourself to your knees, you take a moment to admire his body.

He’s leaner than you anticipated, and unbelievably toned – similar to a gymnast. Naoya has a pretty face, there’s no denying that, but having an equally pretty cock is just unfair. Standing painfully hard against his abdomen, the tip flushed red, already leaking precum. He’s average girth, but the length is impressive alone.

Based on his ears, you anticipated some sort of genital piercing, like a Jacob’s Ladder – something he could never pull off. But instead, he has a Prince Albert, which has you practically drooling at the sight.

However, that nice surprise is immediately negated by the intricate tribal tattoos with thick swirl patterns laying along one shoulder and down the left side of his chest. On the other arm lays a single thin barbed wire tattoo in the center of his bicep.

God . How incredibly douchey.

“Look at me.” You command as you sink between his legs, “you think this is where I belong, don’t you?” Grabbing his cock with a firm grip you stroke excruciatingly slow as he emits a loud moan and squirms beneath your grasp, “on my knees, between your legs. But don’t forget,” you give a small kitten lick over his tip, “I’m choosing to do this.”

You move a hand to squeeze his balls as you slide your lips over his tip and hollow your cheeks. As you expected, his hand immediately tangles into your hair, gripping tight. You have just enough time to relax your throat before he slams your head to meet his neatly trimmed groin.

As you gag and sputter with his length at the back of your throat, spit pools and dribble from your mouth, coating the lower half of his dick you’re unable to fit in your mouth. He tightens his grip, so tight, there’s no doubt he will have several ripped off hairs laced between his fingers by the time he finally lets go. He pulls back, just enough to give you a second to catch your breath before slamming you back down, nose to groin, repeatedly. Recklessly.

Tears begin to well in the corner of your eyes as he lifts his hips to meet the back of your throat, where you’re sure he’s bound to leave bruises.

“Fuck, that’s good. This is what you were meant for.” He throws his head back, eyes closed relishing the feeling of taking control of the situation.

There isn’t a lot you can do in this compromising position, so you let your teeth graze his cock in a little act of defiance as he continues to force your head up and down. He lets out a mix of stifled moans and angry grunts at the feeling before pulling your mouth off of him, bringing your gaze to meet him.

“No teeth, bitch!” He spits before slamming your head back down his length, continuing to force you to deepthroat him with every thrust. After a few minutes, his thighs begin to shake and a strained groan leaves his lips as he bucks his hips up, causing you to choke as ropes of cum slide down your throat.

“You better swallow every last drop,” he pants, “a filthy whore like you should be grateful for getting to have Zen’in seed inside you.”

After you swallow around him, to the best of your abilities, he releases your head and you make your way to the surface gasping for air, working to recover quickly. At this point, he owes you several orgasms and you’re determined to get them.

You would lean up and kiss him right now, forcing him back on the sofa so you can ride his face, but he seems like the kind of guy who would relish the taste of his own cum – the taste of his precious Zen’in DNA. Grabbing your panties from the floor, you spit the remaining essence of him into them and toss them back down.

Standing, you place your palms on his shoulders and shove him onto the chaise, throwing one leg over his chest to straddle him.

“Why don’t you shut up, put your mouth to good use for once and try to make me cum this time.”

His eyes are bright and filled with equal parts rage and hunger as he grabs you, forcing you forward over his face. He wastes no time in pulling you down so his lips can connect with your pussy in a lewd, loud, wet kiss before slipping his tongue deep inside.

Naoya forces you down in the most awkward position; one leg folded, next to his face while the other is on the floor, helping balance yourself as you move your hips against his face, softly whining each time his nose gently grazes your clit.

He digs his nails into the fleshy part of your hips, you told him no marks earlier, and this is likely bruise; at least these can be easily hidden. While gripping tighter, he lifts you slightly to adjust himself beneath you to let his tongue trail around your clit. As you shudder, he latches on, focusing all of his attention into that one spot.

He’s not interested in exploring, like a lot of other guys, oh no. He found this spot and he’s going to stay there until you completely come undone for him. You’ll give credit where it’s due – and it is due. He’s a devil with his tongue.

He might be the devil himself, but that’s a note to take away for a different session.

As he obscenely sucks, you let out a series of high-pitched moans and continue to roll your hips on his face, your release fast approaching.

He chuckles at your neediness, the vibrations traveling through you, making your toes curl and the world comes crashing down as you bite your own lip, trying not to yell out profanities as you cum, drenching his mouth with your fluids as he laps around.

Naoya continues to hold onto your hips, preventing you from straying away as your legs shake and squeeze in around him, instinctively trying to suffocate him. He hums appreciatively of everything your body’s offered, likely boosting his already inflated ego, before loosening his grip, allowing you to move back to his chest to recover.

As he licks his lips, determined not to waste any of your essence, you scoot back further, the apex of your thighs resting on his hard dick. Teasing him, you roll your hips several times allowing yourself to grind on his length.

He groans, trying to grab your hips to lift you but you swat him away, set on maintaining your teasing, allowing the tip to brush against your entrance several times.

“Fuck! Just get on my cock already!” It was so nice when he was quiet while you were riding his face. Unfortunately now, his mouth isn’t busy doing the one good thing it could do.

Looking to the ground, you spot your discarded ascot and panties next to each other and get an idea. Leaning down, you grab the ascot first and gather his hands, swiftlet knotting the scarf around his wrists and lifting them over his head. There is an old radiator in your office next to the sofa, so you tie his hands to that.

“You stupid bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He scowls.

Realistically, he could easily break out of this restraint if he wanted to, but despite his angry words, he makes no effort to move as you tug on the fabric, making sure it will hold.

“I liked it better when you didn’t talk,” you state calmly, leaning down and grabbing the spit and cum filled panties from the ground.

“You worthless brat! You’re go-” he’s cut off by the crack of your palm meeting his cheek, the sound drowned out by the deep groan he emits. You take the opportunity of his distraction to shove the defiled panties into his mouth. His eyes widen in disbelief once again as the rest of his groan is muffled.

“Much better,” you sigh with relief, knowing you won’t have to listen to him again until you decide to remove the gag. Or if he gets impatient and breaks the restraints, but that’s a thought for if it happens.

Lifting yourself, you grab his cock and place the tip at your entrance, allowing yourself to slowly sink down.

“ Fuuuuuck ,” you whine at the feeling of being stretched and filled until your plush ass meets his hips.

Naoya would probably be saying something right now about how your pussy feels so good, but instead he lets out several loud stifled sounds as his eyes roll to the back of his head. You don’t bother starting off slow, instead you chase the high you were denied from his hands earlier, ruthlessly riding his dick.

“Gonna use you like my own little fuck toy,” you grind your hips further into his, “how’s that make y-you feel, Zen’in? Hm?” You ask breathlessly, riding up and down his length, “does it make you f-feel worthless? Like less of a man?”

Looking him over, his pupils are blown, filled with lust and loathing as you roll your hips, finding the angle that provides you with the most pleasure. His cheeks are pink, extending across his nose to the tips of his ears, and down to the top of his chest. Lips are kiss swollen and black eyeliner smudged around his eye from sweat, hair sticking to his forehead.

Once you find your rhythm you decide to give another resounding slap to his other cheek, so both sides match as he grunts with pleasure. Letting your hands fall to his shoulders, he fucks into you as you drag your nails down his chest with each thrust, hard enough to leave marks, you’re sure.

Trailing your hands up your body to your breasts, you message them as your nipples harden, pinching and rolling them between your fingers. Naoya hums in delight watching intently while your slick coats his length, covering his balls.

As his cock rubs against the sensitive spot on your insides, your breath quickens and legs shake beneath you each time your clit brushes against his groin with every roll of your hips. It doesn’t take long for the waves of pleasure to course through your body.

He thrashes against the radiator forgetting his hands are tied as you cream on his cock for the first time, clamping around him so hard you might as well be trying to milk him for all he’s worth.

Which isn’t a lot, in your opinion.

“How do you like being the bitch for once?” You pant; this spurs him on to adjust his legs and pulls his arms, still connected to the radiator. He bucks his hips up several times eliciting several moans from you as his cock kisses your cervix in the most delicious way.

“Tell me, pretty boy, what is it you really want?” you question, genuinely wanting to know since he treats everyone like they’re beneath him. This is supposed to be a therapy session after all, so might as well see what you can get out of him, right?

He tries to speak, but it’s muted due to the panties so you remove them and toss them aside. He pants, trying to catch his breath as his hips piston hard and deep, punctuating each point.

“Someone to obey,” thrust , “and someone to ruin,” thrust .

You yelp with each of his thrusts, trying to make a mental note to remember his answer for a later session. You continue to erratically bounce on him, meeting each of his steady thrusts with a loud slap, skin on skin, filling your otherwise quiet workspace.

“Don’t cum,” he demands as he feels your pussy gripping around his cock.

“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” you shoot back, both hands on his chest as he continues to pump mercilessly into you until the coil in your stomach snaps and breaks, walls pulsating around him, vision blurred white as you cum around him.

The feeling of you clamping down causes him to bite his lip and arch his back; knowing he’s going to be cumming soon too, you quickly remove yourself from him sitting back on his thighs. His eyes widen as he looks at you like you’ve betrayed him – it’s bad enough you’re fucking him, but there’s no way in hell you’ll let him cum inside you.

You’ll never admit it to him, but he was a good fuck, maybe still not as good as Gojo would have been, but still good nonetheless, so you’ll let him cum.

“No way I’m gonna be stuck around you for years,” you explain as you grab his length, stroking vigorously until his eyes roll to the back of his head and he lets out several deep strangled moans, pulling hard on the radiator, as his precious Zen’in seed covers his chest.

After you catch your breath, you remove yourself from his legs and search for your clothes on the floor. Finding the panties that are soaked in both your spit, you toss them into the trash under your desk; you’ll need to remember to empty that before you leave, so nobody accidently sees them.

“If you take anything away from this, it should be that you don’t need to be in charge of everything. You might be surprised just how freeing that can truly be.” You try to explain as you untie his hands; he continues to lay on the chaise, catching his breath rolling out his wrists, “you can use the bathroom over there to clean yourself and get dressed. Be back in five minutes for the rest of your session.”

“Fucking psycho bitch,” he mutters to himself as he begrudgingly stands and stalks off to the bathroom with his clothes while his cum drips from his chest down to his abdomen.

You decide to ignore his comment and choose to take a deep breath instead and get dressed too. After straightening your skirt and slipping your shoes back on, you take your seat across from the chaise once again.

When Naoya returns, seven minutes later, you note, he takes his seat. Looking him over, his cheeks are still tinged pink, hair more romantically tousled than dishevel-

Nope. Good god, get those thoughts out of your brain right now. This is not going to be a thing.

Sighing, you grab the legal pad from the coffee table between the two of you and click the top of the pen, ready to write. His session is over in about 20 minutes. Let’s see how painful we can continue to make this for him.

“So, Naoya, tell me about your mother.”

[lightlycareless]

First, it hurts— Chapter XVII

Naoya Zen’in x Fem!Reader

While arranged marriages are not uncommon in the jujutsu community, it was strange to receive a proposal from none other than the Zen’in’s, nonetheless your clan accepted and before you knew it, you were married off to Naoya.

Your new purpose was clear: to serve and submit, to be seen and not heard. To forget any sense of individuality in favor of obeying your husband.

Will this marriage ever flourish into something else? Will it change…for better or for worse?

Chapter warnings: misogyny, mentions of death, suicide, self-deprecating, kinda heavy ngl but also exciting at the end!!!

A/N: No important notes, asides from feeling a bit shitty this week, but now I'm better :> Thank you for your endless support!!

Well, without any further ado, happy reading!

Masterlist ➸ Chapter 18

Ao3 link.

And thus, things began to change.

From doing nothing but remaining locked inside your room and away from the cruel grasp of the Zen’in men, drowning in sorrow every second of the day whilst hoping to one day escape this nightmare, to beginning to look forward to the next day, full of energy and expectations, even going as far as to ignore the crude comments of the other inhabitants whenever you walked by, there was no doubt you’ve begun to steadily regain the confidence that was once crudely stripped from you.

Even your staff, who’d kept a reasonable distance from you —per Junko’s request, and not their own desire— got to know of these developments with time.

They, of course, were happy to see your mood lifted up after all the pain you’ve gone through, and wished nothing but this improvement to stay as long as possible.

But even when overjoyed by these changes, they couldn’t help but feel there was something lying underneath your new behavior. After all, the image of your seemingly unconscious body still haunts them to this very day, and to see you somewhat happier a few days later, almost as if nothing had occurred…well, it was safe to assume that your staff was equally intrigued as they were elated.

Mariya’s, Haruko's, and Hitomi’s curiosity eventually prompted them to find the reason that triggered these changes in the first place, and to do so, they started by keeping  a close eye on you and over analyzing each and every one of your steps and/or reactions…but nothing ever came out of it. 

All that they got was you, following Junko to wherever she wanted, and completing the tasks she requested you to do. Nothing out of the ordinary, really. And this only incited their curiosity to a whole new level—but, for your sake, they decided to close their investigation and go back to their duties. To see you happy was more than enough for them.

Junko, however, did not relent on her suspicions so quickly as they did.

Having spent more time with you throughout the day than they did at this point, she was the one that caught on to your sudden change of mood first. 

It all started with the weird justification you gave when asked why you were wet that day. 

Junko initially brushed it off as an odd response, perhaps something…appropriate of the youth of this generation, combined with the fact that you were raised on a different environment from hers (you were raised as a free woman , she was raised as a future wife ) where she was expected to control what words escaped her lips when referring to others, contrary to you.

Nonetheless, she considered it another factor to iron out when polishing you into the perfect Zen’in wife .

But when you’ve begun to feel more comfortable with her, by engaging in small talk here and there, as well as your compliance to do all of her requests…is when the alarm was finally set off. 

Yet, she couldn’t be too…disappointed in your behavior.

Sure, you would crack a joke once in a while, mainly to get a reaction from Junko herself, but when it was time to get serious, you’d do whatever she wanted you to, and without complaints!

As long as you weren’t rude to your husband and behaved appropriately around other members around the house…she would let this slide.

There was still one thing she couldn’t move on from (or had more difficulty to do so compared to your staff) and that was regarding the subject of the mysterious disappearance of items around the house—conveniently happening only to the things that were previously in use by you or her, as well as solely occurring inside the rooms Junko and you found yourselves in.

The mother of two, yet to reveal the real culprit, thought these happenings were part of your joking nature and was quick to reprimand you when she thought all leads pointed at you—but when you defended that this couldn’t be, since you were with her at all times and you were indeed, void of carrying any of the missing items in your persona, her judgment befell onto another person—at least for now.

It was comical to see how 4 women were seemingly breaking their heads trying to figure out how things changed so much in so little time—even going as far as believing that a curse had been placed upon you!

That idea was immediately scratched of course, and instead, proceeded to explore the next reasons:

Did you finally contact your family, without anyone knowing?

Impossible. 

They knew Naoya’s restrictions on you were more gruesome than ever, although Junko’s interference seems to have eased that situation temporarily. Still, they were still non-debatable and the moment you were cleared by her, they would come back with full force.

Had Naobito’s threat been nothing more than a jest, just to get a reaction out of you and Naoya?

Impossible, …or not?. The head of the Zen’in clan was known to engage in such games with his family when under the influence of alcohol—but just as he was capable of doing these things when drunk, he was also capable of doing them sober. 

His sentencing still came as a shock to them, alongside his inflexibility to get rid of you so easily.

Well, it didn’t help to linger on that painful notion more than necessary, especially if it didn’t offer any leads to track down the origin of your new mood.

And finally, the theory that everyone thought highly unlikely, but worth considering was.…Naoya’s involvement.

Of course not. That was out of the question. It was silly to even think about it. 

Even with your newfound contentment, you still refused to see Naoya, or to even be in the same room as him. And he too, had noticed this, but decided to keep silent in favor of focusing on his upcoming grade 1 exam. 

This promotion entailed so much from him and his clan, seemingly far more than what a mended relationship with you could bring at the moment. 

Taking this into consideration, he even ordered the kukuru unit to stop informing him of your whereabouts so as to completely focus on his work—assuming that he wasn’t going to miss much since you just spent the entirety of your days locked inside your chambers.

Naoya’s only thought regarding you was of his expectancy for you to behave, because if he were to be summoned during the middle of his examination because you���ve decided to act against him once more…

Well, let’s hope it never gets to that.

But going back to your staff’s and Junko’s investigation, the response to their dilemma was way easier than they imagined, and far more reasonable than they wanted to admit:

Mai and Maki.

The names of the two 8 year old children that unknowingly changed your life.

Not even in your wildest dreams did you think that your guardian angel would come in the form of two little girls, lest that they would have the power to erase all the cruelty and agony that was induced by your new family with nothing but their child-like witticisms and mischief—and yet, they did.

Your time with them was often cut short since your duties claimed a large chunk of your attention, but this didn’t either. Even when they would disappear for hours on certain days, they always came back.

Their presence came out of nowhere, but now, you can’t imagine a day without them.

And through many short interactions, you were able to get to know them a little bit better.

Mai, shy but friendly, was in reality, the most mischievous of the two. 

In fact, she was the one that suggested the idea of hiding things from you and their mom when the latter wasn’t looking—chuckling in return when Junko would give them the response they expected, which was her worryingly looking around for the object they took, completely oblivious to the fact that it was only a few feet away, in the small hands of her daughters.

But when she wasn’t mischievous, she was very sweet. 

She would always look up to you in admiration and ask you all kind of questions so as to get to know you better—to which you obliged to all of them (as long as they didn’t reach topics you’d considered inappropriate for children, such as anything relating to your husband)

She was the first to call you nee-chan, and your heart couldn’t do anything but swoon at the adorableness of the honorific.

And finally, Maki. 

Always bold and relentless, although a bit more reserved than her younger sister, but that never stopped her from being a trickster. To your surprise, she was the one that would devise the perfect way to execute Mai’s idea of hiding items from their mother. 

Whatever her younger sister wanted, she would find a way to do it. Not without establishing order, of course, just like older sisters often did. 

Maki was the responsible one. Always keeping an eye out for their mother’s return, the one that knew how to travel around the estate without being caught, and the one that always reminded you that their visit was to be kept secret to the former, at least for now.

And just like Mai, she was also enthralled by your persona—however, she would try to act cool and play it off as if it was all underneath her; but the sparkle in her eye alongside the awe-struck face she would unconsciously put on as she intently heard to everything you had to say regarding your background, gave away her true sentiments.

It didn’t take long for her to start calling you nee-chan once Mai baptized you with the honorific, and you reacted the same way as if occurring for the first time. 

You initially believed that the most shocking revelation pertaining to them would be their eventual admittance of culpability behind your supposed haunting , the one that occurred after passing by the cursed basement when Junko gave you the first tour around the house—but it wasn’t.

After all was said and done, the most shocking statement to ever come out of Mai and Maki’s mouth was their relation with Ogi and Junko—their parents.

Junko was understandable. You first saw the resemblance in Maki’s scowl when meeting them for the first time, which turned out to be nothing but a carbon copy you thought all too adorable to not comment on. 

But Ogi ? 

You barely knew the man that was your husband’s uncle, but if your interactions with his relatives were to make any difference, you could only assume he was cut from the smae cloth as them; nothing remotely similar to the personality of his daughters.

And his appearance…well, you could see that Maki got her straight hair from him, which meant Mai must’ve gotten her wavy hair from Junko—which was hard to notice since she’d always kept it in a bun. Their hair color was also similar to his, but other than that…nothing.

You still couldn’t believe Mai and Maki came from such a strange union; but in the end, that wasn’t for you to speak on (different from their adorable cheeks that you would sometimes pinch, or the top of their heads you would occasionally pat) and you held back any comments regarding their parents out of respect for the twins.

Instead, you would continue to play your part of keeping them hidden from their mother, feigning ignorance whenever they enacted one of their typical mischievous pranks, as well as entertaining them whenever Junko made it possible for them to step out of hiding and approach you. 

It was safe to say that they had effectively distracted you from all the pain you’ve gone through these past few days, and you would do anything to keep it that way.

Even if it meant doing something you’d regret immediately.

It was one cold morning when the shoji door of your chambers slid open, followed by quiet footsteps and a sharp gasp perpetrated by your visitor as soon as they laid eyes on your room—it somewhat tidier than the first they went in, since the books that were once scattered around the floor were now piled up one on top of each other and placed on one of the corners of the room, but the crookedness of the futon overruled the well-kept appearance they attempted to give, and put you back on square one.

Seconds later after examining your room, the mysterious figure carefully approaches you, proceeding to lay down your kimono for the day by the edge of the bed, this time, you were to dress in dark gray.

“W…k.e….u…”

You hear someone call, but their voice seems so…distant, so far…

“a—…Y/…”

They call again, but you’re unable to differentiate if it’s part of your dream or if it’s someone calling you from the physical realm, powering through your dreams with nothing but their words as they attempt to contact your conscience.

 “h…—w…k…p!”

Unable to do much (and uninterested to do anything but sleep) but plunge deeper into slumber while slumping to the side, releasing a sigh once you found a comfortable spot underneath the warm layers of blankets, much to your callers dismay.

“Y/N!” The voice suddenly scales a few decibels upwards and the contrast from the still silence of your room—accompanied by the occasional singing of a few birds— with the loud noise of your name being called by an impatient visitor has you jumping back into consciousness, eyes snapping wide open as they try to adjust to the light.

“W-What is—who—uh?” you managed to muster, rapidly blinking as you tried to wash the slumber away while your hand shot upwards to wipe away the drool that lingered on your cheek. But even with the incessant force that attempts to nudge you awake, your body is still adamant in staying under the warm covers and asleep, so you bury your face back into the pillow, groaning “not…now”

“Nu-uh. You’re not” You begin to recognize the voice as belonging to Junko, and before you could pull the blankets all the way up to your beck, she beats you to it by retrieving them herself and removing them in one swift movement, leaving you completely exposed in your nightgown to the cold temperature of a autumn morning. 

You groan in displeasure as you attempt to win your covers back, but you fail to find them and instead, resort to pulling your legs up to your chest and hugging them, a desperate attempt to keep yourself warm.

And as if straight out of a horror movie, Junko proceeds to grab you by the ankles and pull you down towards the edge of the futon with a force you were unaware of her capability to harbor, shrieking you completely up to full awakeness. “Junko?!”

“Seriously, I don’t know how you can wake up so early one day, and so late the next one” she says as she picks up the blankets, folds them, and puts them away in the nearby closet, completely securing them away from your grasp.

“What—what is wrong with you?” You yawn as you press your eyebrows together, but even such annoyance is not enough to prompt you upwards, so all that you do is scoot upwards to where your body previously was and throw your face against the pillow once more. But Junko oversees your actions, and with one swift movement, she removes your pillow from underneath, leaving you to lie virtually on the floor.

“It’s time to wake up now, Y/N” Junko says, her voice dictating lack of disposition to reach an agreement, one where she would allow you to stay a few minutes more in bed in exchange of you getting dressed up by the time she wanted you ready “I might as well get you an alarm clock—how did you staff even manage to wake you up before?”

“By sprinkling water on my face” there’s no second thoughts or consideration when you allow those words to escape your lips. It’s only after you lay eyes on her astonished facade that you realize the gravity (or irony?) of your actions.

But she isn’t angry, no. She no longer gets angry at your creative answers, instead she’s…perplexed.

“...Really?” she prods as she attempts to uncover the slightest hint of banter or annoyance behind your words, but is unable to do so. 

You’ve effectively caught her off guard and forced her to believe that your 3 ladies had indeed resorted to this…crude method of waking you up, seemingly successful for your open admittance.

The more she thought about it, the sillier it appeared to be. 

It was a fool-proof solution, one that could easily conclude a tedious predicament she’d been burdened with as of lately, but haven’t considered it because…well, it couldn’t be that obvious , could it?

«Was it always this easy to wake up my daughters?»

“No” You clasp your hand over your mouth as another yawn escapes through your lips, just low enough to avoid another scolding from Junko for seemingly behaving inappropriately, but loud enough for your drowsiness to partly dissipate alongside it. “Of course not—it’s a joke”

“I see” it’s for the shortest of seconds, but you think you manage to hear something likened to…disappointment behind her words? 

You believe your ears to be deceiving you, but one look at her face and you see that you’re not that off from your assumption, however, you’re not able to inquire any further as Junko moves onto the next subject. “Well, whatever. I don’t have time to entertain your games , we have a long day ahead of us”

“What’s happening today?”

“I think you’re ready”

“Huh? Ready for what?”

“To start getting familiar with the responsibilities pertaining to the Lady of the House” Junko says, matter-of-factly, but her words far from being as obvious as she intended to be perceived as, only bring forth more confusion from you.

“Haven’t I…been doing that already?” You questioned as you pushed yourself up from the futon as you rub your eyes.

“Yes” Junko admits, somewhat proudly as she’s able to look back and realize that you’ve come a long way from the first day you stepped inside the estate. 

Sure, there are still some—various—things to fix when she looks at the bigger picture, but you’re slowly turning into a responsible wife, who will eventually become Naoya’s perfect partner if you stay on that path. “You have”

“Then…what’s so different for today?” you tilt your head.

“What you have been learning these last few days is nothing more than the basic responsibilities any woman living in this house must know how to perform. I’ve evaluated hat you’ve improved far faster than I anticipated, and now, I think you’re ready to take on…administrative matters”

“Oh” you raise your eyebrows “Administrative matters?”

“Yes. Such as decorations and budget management” The last topic makes you feel uneasy, and you know exactly why.

Your lack of enthusiasm branched from your general dislike of topics regarding money—it’s not like you weren’t good at handling your own personal finances, but you always felt you could do better. And now, the possibility of you being thrown into a situation where you had to consider other people’s spending habits…well, that intimidated you. 

For that reason, you’ve always found a way to stay far away from these subjects, that is, until now.

If it came down to it, would you be able to hire someone to take over your responsibility? Probably not, as Junko was known to be persistent in teaching you to oversee everything personally, and adding the traditional thinking of your in-laws, where they believed that everything must be dealt the same way it had been handled since the beginning of time…it was safe to say that you wouldn’t be able to bypass this obstacle so easily.

Well, none of these complications mattered now that you had two little girls brightening your day.

And if this is what you had to do to be able to see Mai and Maki, you would do so within a heartbeat and without complaints.

“Do you have any questions?” Junko, although far less willing to admit, has also undergone some changes alongside you. You’ve noticed that she’s become more…willing when it comes down to your comments or questions. Contrary to the woman that would immediately shut them down under the pretense of being pointless, since her explanations were seemingly detailed enough to erase all doubts—you just didn’t give her your complete attention.

“Not really…I was just…thinking” You expressed.

“What were you thinking?”

“About…how nervous I am” you eventually admit “About failing”

“You won’t” Junko reassures you, although it’s more of an expectation —or perhaps even need— for you not to fail than the backing of your capabilities. Nonetheless, you appreciate her effort. “Everything is set in a way that would help you understand without much trouble. It’s designed that way because we can’t afford the Lady of the House to be anything less than perfect”

«There it is» you held back a chuckle «Junko will never support me out of the goodness of her heart, without some kind of backhanded comment»

“I see”

“Is there anything else you want to get out of the way before we start our day?”

You didn’t believe you had any further questions, that is, until the thought of the current role holder flashed  through your mind. 

Assuming Jinichi was the only one from the main branch that has yet to marry, it comes to you as a surprise that Junko, Ogi’s wife, had always been the one to supervise your adjustment to the estate, instead of the most obvious candidate: Naobito’s wife, your mother-in-law…Naoya’s mother. 

There is no doubt that the mystery surrounding this enigmatic character implied something happening to her, whether good or bad, for it had been months since your arrival and you have yet to see her, or even hear anyone talk about her.

Their adamancy in keeping her identity a secret was only feeding the burning curiosity that began to take place in the back of your mind, and now, you needed to know of her whereabouts.

“Who is taking care of those responsibilities right now?” Your intentions were clear in your selection of words: Straight forward and without a margin of ambiguity that could lead to a misunderstanding. You wanted Junko to respond as coherently as possible.

But her answer not only failed to discard your doubts, but ignited a whole new flame of curiosity you’ve previously deprived yourself from immersing in out of fear.

“No one”

“Oh ?” you blink, confused…for you expected Junko to at least say it was her. Well, now you know that it wasn’t a taboo subject, at least not to the extent you imagined. “Was it always like this?”

“No. Of course not. Naoya’s mother once took care of these duties” your heart seems to skip a beat at the mention of your mother-in-law.

“Why…did she stop caring for these duties?” and it’s now that Junko decides to stop responding immediatly.

She knows that this is only your curiosity speaking, but she couldn’t help but feel that she’s allowed a level of disrespect to taint the image of Naoya’s mother by allowing this conversation to continue, giving her the impression that you were trying to compare yourself to her by questioning her decisions, when you weren’t even remotely close to her level.

Yet… as much as she wants to reprimand you for seemingly speaking out of line, another emotion keeps her at bay, the same one that keeps silent as her eyes trail the patterns of the tatami floor.

This unspoken rule was made effective since Naoya’s mother was suddenly put out of the picture—and although there were many rumors of what truly happened to her, courtesy of the servants and their theories, only a few knew the truth.

“Who knows? But that doesn’t matter, clean up first, and once you’re done, I’ll see you at the kitchen” Her dismissal urges you to egg her on further, to at least get a small hint so you could get your own conclusions, but the somber expression on her face halts you dead in your tracks.

It was a reaction you’d never seen her wear before, and you didn't need to poke further to understand that this was a delicate subject for her , and held no desire to continue with it.

Without any further words to say, you’d allow her to exit the chambers and begin getting ready for the day.

Unfortunately for you, even if she grew comfortable to speak of this subject with you, Junko never got to know what truly happened to your mother-in-law: only getting half-truths and theories through the whispers across the halls, adding to the fact that she was never considered a member of the elite group that knew the undeniable truth of the occurrences. 

She soon came to the understanding that she was never to pry about Naoya’s mother ever again. 

And you’d do well in doing the same.

Contrary to other mornings, this day began with nothing but chaos.

With servants rushing from one hall to the other, you eventually got to the conclusion that they were preparing for something big occurring behind the scenes. 

There were only two occasions that you could recall where the staff behaved in a similar way: on Naoya’s departure to work, and your return from the doctor’s appointment. By process of elimination, this must’ve been caused by Naoya’s upcoming grade 1 exam, which according to Junko, was only 4 days away.

As you continued your journey across the kitchen, you also began to notice the absence of your favorite companions, none other than the twins Mai and Maki.

The more you got to see them, the easier it became to identify when they were wandering about. It usually began a few seconds after Junko left you to your devices, leaving you in complete solitude. 

Next, came the hurried footsteps against the wooden floor, scurrying across the halls to avoid the unwanted eyes of any nearby servant or clan member that might report their location, ending in muted whispers as they deliberated the best moment to approach you.

But none of these seemed to happen, and with good reason. 

After all, Junko was exaggerating when she said you’ve woken up late that day—it was still pretty early, at least for kids to be awake on a Saturday morning.

«Well, as long as I get to see them once today, that’s more than enough for me» you conclude as you stop in front of the familiar kitchen entrance, taking haste to notice the unusual amount of activity occurring on the other side of the door through rushes steps and overlapping voices, serving as nothing but evidence to add to your theory of Naoya’s departure.

Trying to ease the lump of your throat —appearing thanks to the anxiety you always get when facing a large crowd— you take a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself to face the long day ahead, and walk inside.

Once you slid the door wide open and stepped inside, the sight that received you was accurate to you painted with the noises coming from this place: various cooks, if not all of them, were completely zeroed on the tasks before them—a group was dedicated to the sanitization and preparation of ingredients, while others were confined to the sink, attending to the pile of dirty dishes that only got bigger since the servants that approached only did so with the intention of leaving behind plates. 

Finally, another group was rushing in and out the kitchen through the various doors connecting to the halls and backyards, from what you were able to hear, one of them accidentally tripped over and wasted a perfectly good dish—leaving them to deal with the aftermath of their incident under great pressure of not being caught by either the housekeeper or one of their masters.

The whole scenery gave you a sense of normality—domesticity, and the bundle of nerves that tensed your shoulders managed to ease down once you noticed their attention to be everywhere but you. 

Setting that aside, all that was left for you to do was to move through the crowd and reach your usual working spot, where Junko was yet to be found.

Your new objective was fairly easy if you thought about it, all that you needed to be careful with was the busy servants—and avoiding crossing their path. From that point outwards, nobody will notice that you are here, and you’ll just have to wait for—

“Lady Y/N!” 

You freeze.

Your eyes went round as you frantically looked around for the one that acknowledged you. 

It had been so long since you’ve been honored with any kind of respect, since the servants had continued to attack you with nasty insinuations whenever you walked past them —although this had greatly diminished as the days passed, but some still remained— nonetheless, you’ve gotten used to the fact that this was your new reality, so to hear someone respectfully call you by your title was certainly an event you did not expect.

However, your mind seemed to have forgotten that not all servants held animosity against you, and once you found the culprit behind your calling, you couldn’t help but beam with happiness: none other than your shy seamstress, Hitomi.

It had been a while since you'd last seen her—limiting your interactions with her to occasional glances on the distance and polite bows, but even with this gap imposed by your new duties, they never stopped attending you. 

In fact, when you realized that they had been the ones responsible behind the nightly snacks, engaging books and warm blankets placed inside your room when you were away…your affection for them grew exponentially.

But it wouldn’t take long before those cares were quickly discarded and replaced by the sour memories of your depressive estate and your unpleasant behavior towards them, filling up the space that once held admiration and appreciation for them, with nothing but shame and regret for yourself.

With a clearer state of mind, you’ve come to realize that Haruko’s, Hitomi’s and Mariya’s intentions originated from none other than their desire to keep you distracted and cheerful, far away from your initial assumption that painted them as mocking and/or ignoring your predicament. 

You’ve judged them unfairly, and wanted to approach them to make amends, but chained by the shackles of your humiliation, you could only return their attention with a small —but genuine— smile on your lips and a wave from your right hand.

“Hello” you mouth back as you continue to make way to your work space. 

Hitomi, elated to see her greeting being reciprocated, drops her task without second thought (which was carrying a bag of rice onto the nearby counter) and rushes towards you to wrap her arms around you, encasing you in a tight, but much needed hug.

She doesn’t care if others get to see her like this, or if her actions were considered a transgression against the etiquette she’s supposed to uphold when referring to you. After seeing you lay on the futon bed, seemingly unconscious and unresponsive to her calls, she started to believe that she would never see you up on your feet and happy ever again.

But today, you proved her wrong. 

“—oh!” It’s what you manage to squeak out when your seamstress crashes against you at full impact; she basically throws herself at you with enough speed to make you stumble backwards but not to make you fall to the ground.

You stare at her amazed for a few moments, short-circuiting as you were debating whether to push her away or to accept her gesture—finally settling for the last as you carefully placed your arms around her, welcoming her even closer to your chest.

Hitomi eventually peels herself from you, with her cheeks red out of embarrassment as she realizes that she’s kept you grounded in the same position far longer than she initially prepared for, and that the servants had now begun to envelop the two of you in whispers, urging the two to either show their affection somewhere else, or get out of the way.

“Ah, sorry” she apologizes as she steps back, a sheepish smile prominent on her face as she bows down to emphasize her remorse. “I just…it’s nothing” she shakes her head, a tear beginning to form on the corner in her eye “It’s good to see you again”

You stand speechless as the image before you. She’d always been the calm and collected one of the two sisters, but now, she’s standing before you, crying . 

This is enough to have you tearing up as well, and you would’ve perhaps broken into sobs if it wasn’t for Haruko’s intervention, who had been frantically looking for her sister throughout the kitchen after temporarily losing sight of her, fearing that she might’ve been called to another room, or that Meiko finally decided to enact her revenge on her!

“Lady Y/N!?” The cook cries upon noticing you a few feet away from her, and just as her younger sister, rushes to hug you as well. 

This time, however, a more audible groan was heard from a nearby servant and this stops her from embracing you completely, preferring to instead, pat you on the shoulder. “Good morning Lady Y/N!” Their reaction doesn’t stop her toothy grin from beaming through, but forces her to move the two towards your workspace, where the traffic was lighter and no one would interrupt them as often. “How are you? Have you been sleeping well?”

“Yes, I have. Thank you for asking” You nod, a smile parting your lips “And…what about you? What have you two been doing while we were separated?”

“Nothing much” Hitomi is the first to respond with a shrug “sewing, cooking, eating, cleaning…sleeping, the usual everyday activities a bored human would do”

You laugh at her choice of words. And then, the thought of the nearby village crosses through your mind. 

“Why didn’t you go to the village?”

Haruko and Hitomi nervously glance at each other for a quick second, unsure whether to approach the topic or dismiss it completely. They were glad you were the one that brought the subject first, but it was still something that brought uneasiness onto them, fearing that the mere mention of the location would trigger…something.

The mention of the village had unwillingly become a sensitive one. 

Sure, time was a fix-all and it didn’t hurt as badly as it did when you initially discovered you weren’t permitted to go, enforcing your imprisonment even further by the cruel orders of your husband, but you still didn’t expect them to show some kind of allegiance to you and not enjoy their liberties, just because you couldn’t.

You wanted them to have fun, even if it were for a few seconds, after all they’ve done for you.

“We’ve been there a thousand times” Haruko says as she rolls her eyes “It’s not like we’re going to miss much if we don’t go one day”

“We didn’t want to leave either” Hitomi reveals what is to be the most honest version of their decision—they wanted to be close if something bad…happened to you, ready to step in and help “It’s getting cold, and the estate is much warmer nowadays”

“Ah, you’re right” you chuckle, deciding to let go of any pursuit of truth in favor of spending time with them. “It’s been getting cold, I wouldn’t like the two you of getting sick”

“But don’t think I didn’t hear, Lady Y/N!” Haruko accuses you, and this causes you to raise an eyebrow in interest. “I heard you were going after my job!”

“Your…job..?—Oh! No, of course not!” You laugh, coming to the understanding that she was referring to your cooking endeavors with Junko. You hoped she didn’t know of the various times you’ve failed miserably and were forced to repeat the dishes until they came out… edible . You were sure she’d be ashamed! “You’re a much better cook anyways, believe it or not. I did miss your meals”

“Hah, really?” Haruko blushes at the compliment, completely forgetting the fake accusations she shot at you, although it always intended to stay as a joke. “I…wouldn’t mind preparing some for you”

“Really” You reassure her with a nod “I can’t wait for the moment I’ll get to taste your food once more”

“I’ll do what I can!” She reassures you “as long as you don’t threaten my job!”

The two of you partake in a short session of laughter, before Hitomi decides to change the subject.

“Lady Y/N. It’s not that I don’t enjoy your company here, but…why are you here?” Hitomi genuinely asks.

Her words suggest the hidden implication of your attendance belonging somewhere else, but you don’t catch onto that just yet.

“Ah, well, Junko-san told me that I was to wait for her here, but I don’t see her anywhere” you glance around the room only to confirm her absence “She also told me that I would be starting with my duties as the lady of the house…whatever that means”

“Oh” Hitomi murmurs “That must be…exciting…?”

“Not really, I’m very nervous. Apparently I get to do budgeting and decorating around the estate. It’s a lot of pressure, you know? And I feel that’s only the beginning” you sigh.

“Sounds awful” Haruko twists her mouth it distaste “But you’ll be able to change the flowers in the gardens—they’ve been camellia’s for the longest, although the gardeners change from time to time”

“Is there a reason why camellias are in every garden…well, most of them?” you corrected, having noted her statement to be accurate.

Hitomi hums as she places her index and thumb finger on her chin, diving into deep thought as she looks for a reasonable explanation for your question…but comes empty handed. It looked like someone’s personal preference to have camellias planted across the estate, but who could be responsible for that particular choice? Was it perhaps…your mother’s-in-laws favorite flowers?

“I don’t know” she sighs in defeat while shrugging “Maybe they’re easy to maintain”

“That would make sense—I don’t know much about gardening, but I guess I’ll have to learn from this point forward” You chuckle as you shrug, and the two women join in. “By the way, where is Mariya?”

“Right here” a female voice calls from behind, and the heads of the 3 women swirl towards its origin—finding the author to be none other than Mariya herself. 

There is a smile on her face as she approaches you— appearing mature and proper as ever, but with the addition of dark bags under her eyes, a sign that she hasn’t been sleeping well. 

As you wonder what’s been keeping her up late at night, you see Junko appear just a few feet behind her.

“It’s good to see you again, Lady Y/N. We’ve missed serving you” Mariya says, without a hint of deceivement behind her words. “Although we won’t be able to accompany you just yet”

“Why not?” you ask.

“I told you why earlier” Junko steps in with a frown on her face, seemingly annoyed by your selective memory. “There are still duties I want you to learn before I assign your staff back to you”

“Ah…well…I guess there isn’t much for me to do then” but when you accept your defeat, your stomach begins to growl.

The same shade of red from that day appears on your cheeks and the sisters try their hardest as to not react to the noise, but their efforts only made it more obvious that they found your growl amusing. You smirked at them before approaching Junko, asking what she would like to have for breakfast today so you could get ready to do so, per usual.

“Not yet” Junko dismisses your proposal, much to your surprise. “There is something you have to do first”

“Hmm?” you prod.

“I’ll have you serve tea at the table today”

“Junko” Mariya is quick to catch to her intentions, and her overprotectiveness interferes before anyone else can “Certainly you’re not—”

“Y/N is ready to take on this duty as well” Junko proceeds to defend her thinking “unless you’re questioning her capabilities?”

“No” Mariya steps back as she bites her bottom lip. “It was never my intention to insult her capabilities” 

Haruko and Hitomi proceed to nervously dart at each other once again as you remain clueless as to what could’ve entailed those reactions, feeling like a left out like friend that didn’t get the joke as everyone around them laughed.

“What…why is everyone acting like that? Is everything alright?” you voice their doubts, as well as yours, as you begin to feel anxious.

“...You’re going to serve tea to Naobito-sama…and the rest of the members” Mariya is the only one that decides to inform you, and your heart sinks at the mere mention of one of your tormentors.

“W-what?” your voice trembles as you take one step back, accidentally bumping into Haruko who stops you with a gentle hand on your back.

“Whatever happened between you and Naobito-sama must be set aside for this occasion” Junko advises, completely ignoring the fact that the occurrence between him and you wasn’t just any kind of disagreement—he’d straight up ordered your death!

But that didn’t worry you right now.

Having spent so much time with Junko and her daughters, you’ve completely forgotten that there was still a possibility of facing him or your husband again.

You knew today had a weird feeling to it…you just never thought that it would be a premonition pertaining to your father-in-law. And you were now believing that something bad will occur once in their presence.

Junko, noticing your horror glazed eyes, quickly assumes there’s an inner turmoil unfolding inside your mind—one that, if she doesn’t put an end to it immediately, will only grow to become an obstacle that would ruin your disponibility to carry out this task.

Taking this into consideration, she decides to ease you with the sentences that had seemingly always worked for her:

“You’ll be fine as long as you follow my words”

You swallow 

“What…am I to do?” you intended to approach this situation as another one of her ridiculous tests—which it was, in a way. 

The faster you get through this, the easier it would be to move onto the next succession, which you prayed to be Mai and Maki’s visit.

You’d just have to be strong to face them once again and…make it out alive.

“I’ll tell you how to prepare their drinks—from the temperature to what they add to them. I don’t expect you to remember all of their preferences, but make the effort to at least remember what your husband enjoys” Junko motions the women to leave the two of you alone, and with one quick bow at you, they return back to their previous duties, with Mariya being the only one to stay behind as she had no duty prior to her arrival.

“And what if they don’t like it?” You dared to ask.

“There is no what if ” Junko rectified your question “You will do it right the first time—after all, you’re the future Lady of the House”

“—finally, add one drop of honey to the cup. Naoya-sama likes his tea sweet, but not too much. So be extra careful with the portions if you don’t want a hot drink to be thrown at you” Junko says as she hands you the honey dipper, which you place alongside the ceramic cups and kettle, and onto the tray. 

Junko had gone on about each and every preference each member liked—the most demanding being Ogi, which went down to the tiniest detail such as the temperature, while Jinichi remained on the least challenging side, willing to drink any cup of tea as long as it wasn’t too hot to drink. Naobito couldn’t care less for tea, since he preferred alcohol no matter the hour, but for health reasons he’s been forced to drink more tea—and what better way to start the day by having his drink prepared by his newest daughter ?

“Now that you know how to prepare their drinks, we’ll quickly go over the order you’re going to serve them—You’ll start with Naobito-sama. The head of the clan”

«My father-in-law» you repeat to yourself «and executioner»

“Then, Naoya-sama. The heir of the clan”

«My…poor excuse of a husband, and a complete piece of shit» you snort, causing Junko to stop. You noticed this and played it off as getting something in your nose and she believed you, for the sake of getting through this stage as quickly as possible «I hope he chokes himself to death with the leaves»

“Next is my husband. Do not mess up his drink” she warns, causing you to wonder just how…terrible his temperament truly is if his own wife is advising you in such a way.

«As if I wasn’t going to die anyways» you roll your eyes «but I’ll play along with Mai and Maki’s father»

“And finally, Jinichi-sama”

«I…don’t know anything about him. Perhaps it’s a good thing»

“Did you get that?”

“Naobito, Naoya, Ogi, and Jinichi” you repeat back.

“And the honorifics?” she observed. “Ah, right. Allofthem -sama”

“I’ll allow this…joke to slide by, because you’ve been very obedient these last few days. But do not dare act this way before them” Junko scolds “They're not as forgiving as me”

“I know” you respond, which earns you her silence for a few seconds.

“...follow me” she eventually responds “And be careful with the tray”

Picking up your things, you make way to one of the nearby doors, one that connects a direct path from the kitchen and into the dining hall —the same one the staff would use to quickly traverse from one point to another while serving food— and step through it once Junko opens it first.

You managed to give one last glance inside the kitchen before leaving, landing in the worried eyes of your staff, who silently wished you good luck while looking quite concerned themselves.

It made you feel kind of pathetic that whenever you were around, they never seemed to stop worrying, so as to make this situation a bit different, you shot them a warm smile in return, reassuring them that you were to be alright, when in reality, neither had the faintest idea of what’s to happen. 

After all, you’ve already seen what 2 members of the Zen’in clan were capable of when provoked, you could only imagine the kind of power they held when together.

As Junko guides you through the hall and onto the dining room, your nerves begin to build up, surfacing in the shape of your rattling hands—which you’ve tried to control by holding on tightly to the tray, but to no avail.

There was no way for you to stop fearing them, and as long as you lived in the same house as them, that apprehension would only grow, such as when you found yourself only a few feet away from the dining room door.

You took a deep breath as Junko stepped beside the door, placing her delicate fingers on the edge and preparing herself to slide it open.

She was all too conscious of the trembling mess you turned into as soon as she informed you of the first task of the day. And as much as she wanted to act indifferent to your misery, she couldn’t help but to see herself in your shoes, when she first did what you were doing right now… when she was the newest addition to the Zen’in clan.

Junko, out of sympathy, felt it appropriate to wish you good luck before sliding the door open and allowing you inside.

No amount of anticipation could prepare you for the stone cold eyes of the 4 men (Naobito, Naoya, Jinichi and Ogi) landing on you—and all at the same time.

You foolishly hoped that your mental insults against them would help you lower them down from the intimidating pedestal you’ve placed them upon, but this too turned out to be fruitless as you felt your knees buckle, and if it weren’t for your strong will to stay conscious while they were present, you might’ve passed out.

A few seconds pass before you felt the overwhelming urge to move and start with your chore, their silent judgement only making your torture harder to withstand as you head first to none other than Naobito himself.

As you walked towards him, carefully watching your steps to not stumble and spill any of the hot beverage upon them (although that would’ve been fantastic, only if you escape was ensured immediately after) you felt their silence slowly becoming heavier than the gazes fixated on your back, and you hoped that they would strike a conversation amongst each other to lift the tension settling in the air—but just as the Zen’in men did, they only proceeded to disappoint you as the first one to speak, your father-in-law, only did so with the intentions of highlighting your presence.

“Ah, look who’s come to join us!” Naobito denotes in a tone that only served to mock and degrade you “And in tea duty no less” 

Thankfully your survival instinct kicks in just in time for you to remember Junko’s guidance on how to react in this situations:

Keep your eyes low, and don’t speak unless spoken to. If you must, respond with short answers. The men from this family don’t appreciate it when a woman has much to say.

“Good morning, Naobito-sama.” is all that you say as you kneel down beside him, carefully placing the tray on the floor and proceeding to start the tea-serving procedure by picking up the kettle.

You carefully tilted the heated pot over the ceramic cup, pouring the necessary amount of water into the vessel without a single drop spilling out of place. Once done, you placed the drink before him and bowed, indicating you’ve finished tending to him and waiting for his approval to stand up and move onto the next master .

Naobito, all too eager to have a taste of your newfound talent, wastes no second to bring the cup to his lips and take a sip.

It’s such a simple gesture, and yet, it brings you so much tension. 

You’re forced to expect the worst, believing that Naobito will find something wrong with it (or make it up if he can’t find it) and proceed to throw the hot beverage at you to make an example—but instead, he remains silent, emotionless…and you don’t know what to do while waiting.

Eventually, he made the first movement.

“Did you make this?” Naobito’s question cuts through the silence, but makes no effort in dissipating the strain in the atmosphere.

“Y-yes” You stammer, giving evidence of how truly frightened you were. “I did”

“I would’ve never thought that a woman your age would know how to make tea!” he exclaims, slamming the cup against the wooden table and earning a flinch from you in response, a gesture left unregistered to him, but very clear to the rest of the attendants. “I mean—the women of today have been brainwashed to believe that taking care of the house is no longer their responsibility! But a chore to be shared with their husbands!” Naobito laughs as he continues to ramble on about his misogynistic ideals “But it’s good to see that this is not the case with you. If you continue on like this, you’ll see that this is what you were always meant to do”

You remain silent, nodding along as you feign to be in accordance with him.

“I’ve also heard that you’ve been cooking a lot” He smirks “Do you think we’ll get to taste your food anytime soon?”

“I—...Don’t know” you focus your eyes onto another spot on the floor. You knew perfectly well that if you passed this exam , it wouldn’t take long before Junko decided to step it up and have you do more duties related to them.

Perhaps if they weren’t so… disgusting as human beings, you’d find yourself a bit more accommodating to their desires.

“On whom does that decision depend?” he asks, and the implication of him becoming the first impulse to have you working directly underneath them makes the tremble of your hands come back at full force.

“I believe Junko-san to be in charge of my schedule” you reveal.

“Junko….Junko—who is Junko?” Naobito quizzes at you, and the disrespectful way he refers to the woman you’ve been following around every moment of the day for the past week, makes you feel offended. 

She’s been attentive enough to remember their preferences and the order they liked to be served. The least he could do is remember who she is!

“Ogi’s wife” you eventually came to the rescue, and Naobito gasps.

“Ah, yes! How could I forget? The woman who’s all too eager to please her family—you should be proud of her, Ogi! She’s trying to mold Y/N into the woman she could never be” 

Ogi simply scoffs in response.

Your eye then begins to twitch out of disgust. You wished to reprimand them for speaking so poorly of a woman that held them in high regard—even when they weren’t deserving of it.

But as you try to hold back the urge to snap back at your in-laws, the thoughts of your last meeting with Naobito quickly transpire through your mind, acting as a subtle reminder of what was to happen if you dared provoke him (or anyone else for that matter), and soon, the fire that was slowly building up inside you, is effectively put out.

“You two are becoming close, aren’t you?” he asks, attention now back at you.

“Yes” 

“Isn’t that wonderful?” Naobito gloats as he takes another sip of his drink “You and Junko are becoming the best of friends, while your husbands can barely stand each other—well, it’s not like Ogi’s relationship with his wife is any better, he can’t even see her in the eye!”

You didn’t know this, since the twins barely spoke of their parents. But to hear that even they couldn’t get along…well, it seems that no relationship within the Zen’in clan is to be blessed with good communication—only disregards.

“And you—you’re the same aren’t you?” His tone suddenly turns darker, freezing you at the spot. “You refuse to see my son as well, isn’t that right?”

«Ooooh no. No, no no no no.» You inwardly panic. «He’ll order me to go back to his room!»

“ Answer me , Y/N. Haven’t I said the truth?”

“Y-yes, you have, Naobito-sama” You swallow, and by some strange reason, perhaps out of necessity to save your skin, you go against Junko’s advice and proceed “But I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s fine , daughter.” Naobito says, and the intimidating tone of his voice is suddenly discarded with a snicker—his fluctuating set of emotions plant a seed of curiosity, one that has you thinking if perhaps he’d been…drinking.

It wasn’t until he leaned closer to you, enough to notice the alcoholic stench on his breath, that your doubt was cleared up and confirmed.

This succession wasn’t strange to you as your father was also fond of occasionally carrying a bottle of sake wherever he went, but never to the extremes of starting this early in the morning.

You held back the gag of disgust forming on the back of your throat as you continued to listen to his rambles, although you kind of lost yourself after he denoted Naoya to being far too lenient with you.

“—And yet, it’s like you have him wrapped around your finger!” he laughs “My son can’t seem to find it in him to put you in your place… I have to step in and do it! I don’t know what you did to capture him, really. He’s gone as far as to thre—”

“ Father—! ” Naoya’s strained voice calls his father out of his trance, and upon realizing that he was just a few words away from revealing too much , he finally decides to stay quiet.

This became the second time you see Naoya act in a way that has you recognizing his capability of doing what’s right—but never with your care in mind. 

He probably just stood up to his father to stop him from revealing intimate details about his life, instead of stopping him from pestering you and allowing you to continue with your task.

No, Naoya was never one to act with others in mind. After all, he didn’t stop his father from sentencing you to death, neither did he attempt to come to an agreement.

You’ve made it your mission to—aside from surviving and waiting for Hinata to rescue you— also stay away from Naoya as much as possible. And he too, had begun to notice this.

It was nothing but the truth when Naoya confessed to himself that he never intended for things to get this out of hand, but when your behavior had grown to be far too erratic to be considered appropriate for his wife, he couldn’t do anything but allow his father to set peace inside his household.

And yet, even if he knew this was the way the Zen’in estate worked, this only made him feel some kind of shameful manner…perhaps even regretful. After all, you were his wife, and he never intended to marry a woman he wasn’t at least somewhat interested in—and that refused to return any kind of favor.

Nonetheless, he was glad to see you once again, near him and alive.

Your supposed brush with death wasn’t as well kept as your staff intended, and Naoya eventually got to hear about it—leading him to lose his composure as he was tempted to call doctors in to monitor your every activity, since you were still adamant in sleeping in a different room from his.

But upon noticing the repulsion you had for him by the way you would serve his drink, and how you did everything to avoid getting close to him, even with a few inches of separation from one another, he knew that you were still baffled with the events that transpired weeks ago and you weren’t truly deserving of his cares.

It wasn't his duty to force you into submission anymore—it became Junko’s, and he would wait until she thought you were ready to go back to him, after his grade 1 exam.

«All in due time» is what he eventually settles on as his eyes land on the curve of your bottom, quickly looking away so as to not get distracted any further.

The next one for you to serve was the man that had earned most of your curiosity due to the relationship of your new friends: Ogi Zen’in.

He, contrary to the rest, always gave you the impression that he was the one with the worst humor—right after your husband. 

Yet, you couldn’t help but feel a bit grateful for the time he came along to stop Naoya’s rapid descent into madness, even if for the wrong reasons. 

Other than that, he’s kept a reasonable distance between him and you—and perhaps with Junko as well, as she had never once mentioned him during your times with her. 

The only occasion you’d see him was when you would travel across the halls, or when you would pass by the training dojo as he intently taught the kukuru unit.

He’d be the kind of man many would consider strict and fiercely focused on maintaining tradition and avoid interacting with others unless absolutely essential, but just like you’ve grown to understand, these men always hid something beneath their stone facades, and part of his true nature was to be revealed next:

“Did the woman your family sold off to the Kamo have the same fertility issues as you?” Ogi interrupts Naobito’s conversation as soon as you step into his range. It came as no shock to you to know that your marital life was a common topic of conversation amongst these men, but your personal life? No—the life of your clan ? 

That was completely different.

“No” you respond.

“So it’s just you ” Ogi now strikes you as the kind of man that would attack the weaker just because he can, considering your interactions with him had been non-existent—he wasn’t even at your wedding! 

There is no denying that his words try to paint you as a bigger failure than you already were, blaming your clan as giving them the short end of the stick— Naoya’s insistence of marrying you would no longer serve to protect you in this occasion (or in any, really)

“Yes” you reply the same way as you’ve done before, and Naobito quickly catches on to your adherence in keeping your answers short. It’s something that he finds entertaining, and will seek to break your resolution with his next question.

“Y/N. How did the transaction between your family and the Kamo’s come to be?”

You blink a few times out of confusion for their sudden interest with your family, since they’ve only shown interest in the Gojo’s.

Nonetheless, you don’t recall exactly when it happened…but it was presumably when you were around 7 or 8 when the Kamo clan became a more prominent topic of conversation between your father and the elders. 

They’ve approached your family one day, because the wife of the head wasn’t able to beget a child with their priced blood manipulation technique, and knowing the miraculous properties of the L/N blood, they wasted no time striking an offer.

“They were…in need of a woman who held the promise of birthing a strong child with their cursed technique” you begin as the face of your distant cousin appears in your mind. 

You’ve only seen her from afar, and thanks to your mother’s good relationship with all the branches of the clan, but aside from her name, you knew nothing of her—but you knew that this is something that she didn’t want. After all, who likes to be considered as the second option?

“But you and your sister were off the table, weren’t you?” Naobito sneers, hinting at the treaty your clan had with the Gojo’s. “How old were you when Noritoshi was born?”

“...8, I believe”

“Ah, too young either way” he dismissed his train of thought and circled back to your cousin “And how old was his mother when he was born?”

“...17 or 18”

“Is that so…” Naobito responds “Well, consider yourself lucky then! We’ve given you a much better treatment than the Kamo’s could ever—even after you’ve failed to give us the one thing we’ve asked of you” 

You frown, unable to understand what he meant as better treatment .

“You do know that Naoya is entitled to a mistress if he deems you a failure to get pregnant, right?” you silently shake your head in denial, having never once considered this statement before. “Although I doubt I’ll kick her out, after all, she would’ve proved that her worth is higher than yours by giving him a child”

The thought of seeing Naoya with someone else once brought you great pleasure—but now? It pained you as it never did before. And it shouldn’t! Weren’t you the one that desired freedom from him? Yes. You still did. But here’s the detail: you envisioned him with someone else…while you were divorced . 

Nothing would be holding you down to him, and he would be free to be with whoever he wanted, just as you.

But for you to stay in this relationship, one where you were continuously disrespected, and now, add the factor of another woman ? Casted aside as you saw him bed someone else right under your nose, as if you never meant anything to him but another mare to breed?

It was within reasonable that you would be hurt by this betrayal.

“If he deems it necessary” you say as you go over to your final master, Jinichi. Your reaction causes Naobito to laugh, clearly amused by your nonchalant behavior, when in reality, you were deeply hurt.

You only moved on to continue your duty as to get some kind of distraction from his taunting laugh and the immovable force of Naoya’s uninterest in defending you.

It was still fruitless to seek some kind of defense from your husband, but somehow, you still did. Maybe because he hoped he would try to at least defend the title of his wife, but of course not. That name meant nothing for him, and it never will.

And with that thought, you excused yourself to all of the men, and left.

Breakfast with Junko had to be one your least favorite part of the day, and not because you haven’t grown to enjoy her company, but because she was one of the many people which believed that nourishing meals couldn’t be delicious; yet, the combination of your overwhelming alongside the lingering aftertaste of your father’s in-law’s conversation was a big enough force to set asides your personal preference and enjoy her food.

Apparently she had stayed behind for a few minutes just to observe how you handled yourself in the arena with them; but after seeing that you followed her suggestions quite accurately, left you to your devices and headed back to the kitchen.

She was proud of your advancements, but he would never admit it out loud, instead, she would show you through actions: such as making you breakfast instead of having you do it, per norm these last few days, and washing the dishes herself.

Perhaps she noticed your fixed gaze on her as she completed these chores, because she went ahead to justify herself under the premises of wanting you to be completely focused for your meeting with the accountant and decorator, but her face portrayed something else, and you a smile parted your lips as you decided to play along with it.

Once everything was set, Junko instructed you to follow her into the north wing, where your meeting was to take place.

“Wait—aren’t we prohibited from being there?” You ask as you trail her closely while glancing around every few seconds. The sensation of being watched is very prominent on the back of your head and you begin to think that it might not be Mai and Maki this time.

“Yes” Junko responds instantly “but this is an exception”

“Another exception?” you raise your eyebrow, noticing too many exceptions as of lately, that could easily be avoided if they lifted this pointless restriction. “Why can’t they allow us to roam here wherever we want if we’re going to be excused with exceptions?”

“Because it’s not our place as women to be here”

You roll your eyes “well, it’s not like I like being here anyways”

The two of you eventually stop at the entrance of one of the various meeting halls—and you’re quick to notice the contrasting difference between the main hall and this one: while the other one was big enough to accommodate meetings with a large group of members, this one was small, perhaps even cozy, estimating to only hold 4 or 5 people at the same time.

There was a wooden table in the center of the room with an orange table cloth spread upon it, and around it, there were 4 light blue cushions, 2 on each side. 

You’ve believed to have arrived early to the meeting, since neither the accountant or decorator seemed to be inside the room. However, Junko’s groan of frustration manages to indicate that far from being early, they were late .

“Where is the accountant?” Junko asks to herself as she looks around, entertaining the idea of them being invisible, perhaps even hiding inside the closet. She knows that to be impossible, but once she’s been irked, there’s no stopping her.

“I don’t know” you respond with nothing but the truth “were they supposed to be here already?”

“Yes. But they’re not”

“Oh, well, I don’t think they’ll take long if the meeting is to occur soon”

“No—they will be late if I don’t go get them” she says as she steps outside the chamber “Stay here while I go looking for them”

You know her to take advantage of every second of your free time to complete other duties, so you approach her with the expectation that she’ll ask you to tidy up the meeting room, or reveal a hidden garment you’re to fix from ripped holes (when she did this the first time, you were surprised she was able to hide such a thing in her garments)

However, she dismissed all these requests and simply asked you to…wait. 

Because, unlike Meiko, Junko is able to recognize those who have done well—and being able to sit by without doing anything was your well-earned reward.

“I’ll be back”

Once her footsteps vanish through the air, you make the decision to wait for her return whilst sitting on the edge of the wooden floor. 

Taking in the beautiful sight of the garden before you, alongside the whistling of the wind and the silence of the area, you begin to relax.

That is, until you hear the pitter patter of feet you’ve grown all too knowledgeable of to simply ignore.

“I know you’re out there!” you exclaim with a bright grin on your lips, eyes still set on the view in front of you as you felt their presence looming closer to you.

“No, you don’t!” One of the girls cries back, and judging by the tone, you assume it’s Maki.

“Hmm…is that so?” you query as you swirl your head to the sides, as if looking for them. Having caught them many times in the past, you were now able to easily pinpoint their location without much effort, such as now. You also think they’ve become a bit more…clumsy, a sign of their comfortableness around you. Not that you would ever tell them, because you liked knowing when they were around. “I see you’re right…there!”

You point to a wall, and you hear the twins audibly groan.

“That’s not fair!” Mai is the first to speak as they reveal themselves, she has her arms crossed across her chest while Maki has a pout adorning her face.

“Ever since you saw us the first time, it’s been impossible to outsmart you” Maki whines as she sits on your left side, with Mai taking the empty spot beside you on your right. “It’s no fun”

“You can’t outsmart me” you chuckle as you gently pat their heads “I’m….un-outsmartable…? I don’t think that word even exists”

“Nope, it doesn’t” Maki shakes her head “You’re making things up”

“I guess I am. But that doesn’t matter—what matters is that I’m glad to see you both today”

“Why is that?” Mai asks as she leans further into your touch.

“I always like seeing the two of you…I just wanted to see you today in particular” you admit, with your last words allowing the subtlest of your disappointments to slip through with them.

“What happened today?” is Maki’s turn to ask, quickly catching at your deflated behavior—a vibrant difference from your cheerful portrayal you always seem to put up when in their presence.

“I just had a bad that—that’s all. But that’s in the past now that you’ve come to join me” you proceed to ruffle Maki’s straight hair as to reassure her there was no need to worry, and she blushes in response while her hands shoot upwards to tame her hair back in place.

There was no desire to burden them with the topic of your estranged new family, but you still felt the need to be heard. Sure, the girl's company was always appreciated, but they couldn’t bring you the consolation an adult of your age could. 

You still felt comfortable enough to share a personal part of your everyday experience, as small as it was, and this already helped you feel a bit better.

However, the girls held no intention of letting this pass, and no further words were needed as the two tackled you with a hug from both sides, stretching their little arms as far as they could to cuddle you closer to them.

The gesture catches you off guard, for they hadn’t been particularly affectionate to you in the past—but something in your sad eyes made them change their minds, and wanted to make you feel better.

“It’s ok” Mai mumbles against your clothes “You don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to”

“I—” You’ve never expected this level of maturity from children her age, but you’d be damned to not admit you were grateful for it. 

There’s a softer smile appearing on your lips as her sweetness proceeds to melt your heart with adoration, causing you to tear up a bit and sniff as you hug them in return, a sound that immediately catches Maki’s attention.

“Don’t cry!” she says as she looks up to you. She too, doesn’t know what to say to stop you from feeling bad, so she resorts to the one thing that always seemed to work for her “If you do so, we won’t play with you!”

“Ah, sorry” you chuckle as you peel your left arm from her and rub the tear on the corner of your eye away “I didn’t mean to cry”

“It’s ok” Mai reiterates “Maki only said that because she doesn't like seeing people cry”

“I promise to never cry before you then” you hug her tightly against you “Thank you, Mai. Maki”

“You’re welcome” Maki murmurs “Do you feel better?”

“Yeah” You nod.

“Then we’re ready to play!” Mai immediately peels away from you upon getting clearance.

“Play?” you ask, curious as to know what they had in mind, but worried at the same time, since Junko might come back before they’re able to do anything, just as it happened in the past.

“Whenever we feel sad, we play” Mai continues to explain “It helps us distract us”

“I appreciate the effort, I really do, but you don’t have to feel forced to make me feel better” you tell them “Your company is enough for me”

“Well, we want to make you feel better. But we also need one more person to play this game” Maki tries to brush it off as the basic need of fulfilling the game requirements, believing that if you didn’t budge with the other reason, you’d budge with this one. How clever!

«I should give them the benefit of the doubt» you muse as you glance at the sparkling eyes of the twins «It’s time I return the favor after all the nice things they’ve done for me»

“Alright, I’ll play” you declare “But we still have to worry about your mom. She told me to wait here while she goes looking for someone”

“She’s going to take a while!” Mai nonchalantly explains “I know who’s she’s looking for and they’re busy”

“And how…do you know that?” You smirk.

“...I just do” she shrugs—she’s not about to go and tell you they sneaked into this man's office and made a mess out of their papers just to buy some extra time with you while he cleans it up.

“Nothing that you need to know” Maki steps in to back her sister's statement. “Come on, we need to hurry! She says as she grabs your hand and starts pulling you into a new direction.

“It’s just going to be for a bit, we promise to finish really fast and get you back here—mom will never notice” Mai mirrors her sister by grabbing your other hand and pulling towards the same way.

“Alright—alright!” You finally bite under the pretense of deserving a moment of enjoyment after all the crap you’ve endured.

«It’s only going to be for a few minutes» you proceed defend your actions «And if Junko comes back and doesn’t see me, I’ll only tell her I went to the restroom and got lost»

It’s the first time you get to experience how the girls travel across the estate with the sneakiness that characterize them—and you’re moderately surprised.

With no prior training that you know of, two 8 year old girls managed to sneak you through various members of the kukuru unit without giving them the faintest hint of your presence as they make way to their secret garden , as they decided to name their hiding spot.

It’s now that you’ve come to realize that they’ve lowered their guard when around you, because there’s no way they weren’t noticed by men who were basically trained to intercept these kinds of actions when occurring inside the estate!

However, you aren’t permitted to linger on those thoughts more than necessary as you enter a new section you’ve never seen before—a part that made you wonder how it was possible that you’ve never noticed the Zen’in hiding a forest inside their premises?

“We’re here” Mai says, now releasing your hand from her grasp.

“Where…are we? Are we still inside the estate?”

“Somewhat” Maki skips ahead and looks back at you “It’s a section that used to be for training, but since it’s so small compared to the forest outside, they decided to abandon it”

“Oh…how…extravagant” you chuckle. Your clan never had such a thing inside their own property, another statement of their lack of riches compared to your new family.

“But now, we’re going to set the rules to play!” Mai interrupts, and judging by her tone, it’s obvious she’s too eager to make the most of her time with you. 

“What are we playing?”

“Hide and seek” The youngest twin adds “You’re going to start counting on this tree over here” she points to a large trunk only a few feet away “Slowly, loudly, and up to 10”

“Will that be enough time for you to hide?” you inquiry, remembering your brother often counting up to 30 because you and your sister were somewhat slow when hiding back in the day.

“Yes!” Maki urges you to go to your spot by pushing you towards the trunk “Come on!”

“Ok, ok! Slow, loud, and 10 seconds, right?” you grin as you place your forearm over the trunk and lean your face against it. “Do it!” Mai screams, and you fail to recognize the moment they began to walk away from you.

“No cheating, girls!” You scream back, and judging by their giggles, they had no intention of doing as you say. Taking a deep breath, you begin to count “1…”

You now hear their rushed footsteps crash against the fallen leaves as they rush deeper into the trees.

“2…” 

Someone giggles, another one asks the other to not follow them.

“3…” 

A branch snaps. You don’t know if it’s a branch that was on the floor, or if it came from someone climbing a tree.

“4…”

They went silent. Had they already found their hiding spot?

“5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10!” you count fast, and in the exact way that Hinata always complained about. The memory brings forth a laugh as you turn around and set your eyes on the trees before you “Ready or not, here I come!”

You tried putting yourself in the shoes of your childhood persona as you looked for the places you would’ve chosen if you were to hide.

You do recall the snapping noise of one of the branches breaking, and you took this as a lead for the first place to look. But, much to your surprise, you didn’t find either of the girls amongst the leaves.

You continue to trek deeper into the forest, careful to avoid squashing any dry leaves that might reveal your location, but this turned out to be nothing but an impossible endeavor as the amount of leaves on the ground grew larger and larger with every step you took—and all because the wind had also brought leaves from other sectors, as well as the servants opting to not care for this area anymore.

Eventually, you hear the subtle snap of a nearby branch, forcing your eyes to dart at it’s direction: there, you lock eyes with none other than Maki, who stood frozen upon realizing the mistake she’s committed out of her desire to slide down a tree you’ve failed to analyze.

After a few seconds of staring at each other, Maki decides to take the risk and jumps down the tree, falling on her feet. She quickly composes herself and begins to rush towards the starting point, with all the intention of getting there first before you could, and calling herself safe.

Filled with adrenaline, you waste seconds to sprint toward her same direction. Unfortunately for her, your strides are far longer than hers, and even with the restrictions of your kimono, you’re able to get there first, stretching your arm to touch the trunk and call:

“You’re out, Maki!” you exclaim with a bright grin on your mouth, earning her frown and pout in return.

“Not fair!”

“Why not?” you ask “Got you fair and square”

“I…” she looks away, noting she didn't have a defense “I guess. But you still have to find Mai, and she’s very sneaky!” she adds with a mischievous grin.

“We shall see” you puff out your chest with pride “Wait for me here”

And Maki was right. It took you around 10 minutes for you to find Mai, and when you finally did, it was when she was running towards the base and calling herself safe.

“I win” Mai said while jumping in excitement “I win! I win!”

“Lucky! I messed up and got caught immediately” Maki groans.

“I know, I saw it” The winner grins “It’s your turn to seek now”

And as much as you wished to continue, you noticed that searching for Mai had taken on longer than you would’ve liked for, and there’s no doubt that Junko must’ve already been on her way back to you—if not there already. The mere thought of having to come up with an explanation on your way back is enough to make you feel tired .

It’s with such consideration, that you’ve decided to call it a day.

“I think that’s it for me” you say, and the girls visibly deflate at your words. It makes you feel slightly regretful for cutting their entertainment short, but you still had things to tend to, and Junko’s scowl wasn’t one that you looked forward to.

“But we only played once” Mai adds with puppy eyes.

“I know” you sigh. “But I have to go back”

“Please play one more time!” Maki begs “I get to seek now, and I want to catch you!”

“But…your mother—”

“Pleeeaaase? Just one more, yes? Do it for me, since I won!” Mai and Maki surround you “pretty pleeeeaaaase?”

It wasn’t even necessary for them to put puppy eyes to budge to their will, and after short consideration, you sigh and agree to play one last time with them.

“Just one more, ok? And after that, I have to leave”

“Ok!” the two respond in unison.

“Start counting, Maki!” Mai says as she grabs your hand and leads you into the entrance of the forest. “Just follow as I do” She now whispers at you as Maki beings to count on the background, her voice sounding further and further away “she’ll never find us here”

While you were away serving the masters of the estate, an impressed Junko had informed Mariya that she was to return to her previous duties starting tomorrow: a fact that elated Mariya far more than any other revelation had done in the past.

She’d been kept away from you for far too long, and she began to wonder if this arrangement, which started as temporary, would eventually turn into a permanent one—a possibility that she and the sisters had begun to loathe.

But unbeknownst to you and your prime lady-in-waiting, your willingness to comply with Junko's orders played a great part in this decision by reducing the time she’d initially requested Meiko to shift your staff’s duties onto another department.

You’ve proven yourself to be someone of trust, and thus, she imparted another reward onto you in the form of your staff’s presence far earlier than anticipated.

Taking this into consideration, and Junko’s announcement that you were to stay in the north wing until further notice, Mariya thought it under her jurisdiction to bring you tea (of the flavor she knows to be your favorite) alongside a few snacks to make the pass of time a bit more enjoyable.

She also prepares something for Junko and the men you’re supposed to meet in a few minutes, so no one feels left out. 

And once done, she picks up the things and continues with her journey.

Once at the location, she looks around for you but can't seem to find you anywhere. Thus, she assumes that your meeting must’ve already begun. She heads towards the nearby meeting halls, carefully looking for any signs that indicate a conversation going on—but she’s received with nothing but silence.

It doesn’t strike her as a reason to panic… yet . And instead, focuses on rationalizing your absence by going through different scenarios—eventually settling down for the one she seems the most reasonable to occur: Junko had decided to change the meeting location to somewhere else, and forgot to tell her.

Mariya knows there isn’t any concrete proof to settle this as anything but pure speculation, but if she were to walk away and find you in another part of the estate, she’d undoubtedly feel betrayed. 

After all, Meiko had kept her promise of cutting all contact with her, leaving her in the dark regarding the changes around the estate or her tasks of the day. 

The last thing she needed was to be reminded of this abandonment by having Junko acting against her as well, although something deep inside her tells her that it wasn’t her true intentions and that she genuinely forgot to inform her.

With a second to waste, she makes way to the first location that comes to mind—fortunately, it doesn’t take more than a few minutes to eventually bump into Junko herself, who, upon noticing the tray Mariya was holding in her arms, proceeds to strike a question out of interest.

“Where are you going?” And although Mariya assumes Junko was heading towards the north wing, seemingly to meet up with you —judging by the direction she was walking towards— she couldn’t help but feel a bit…confused by her words.

“I was looking for you” she responds “You weren’t in the north wing”

“Y/N was there. I’m assuming these are for her?” she points at the tray.

“Yes, they are” Mariya nods “But she’s not there”

“What do you mean she’s not there?” Junko’s voice flares with disbelief, and it’s only until then that Mariya realizes that perhaps, she should’ve worried a bit more.

“Because she’s not…there” she reiterates “She’s not with you?”

“Why would she?” she counters “I told you she first had a meeting with the accountant, and then with the decorator, which was to happen in one of the meeting halls” 

“She’s not there” Mariya reaffirms “I…haven’t seen her anywhere else, I simply assumed you took her somewhere else”

“That’s impossible—she should know by now to stay put and do as I tell her to. She wouldn’t dare to do anything to infuriate me!”

Mariya’s mind goes back to the moment you feigned curiosity for the nearby village when the subject was initially brought up, only to find out that you only intended to go there to find a way to escape the estate. 

«She…couldn’t have done the same again…right?» By the way she furrows her brows and bites her lips, it is clear that she’s gone into deep thought. A gesture that doesn’t go unnoticed by Junko, who now began to think Mariya was behind all of this.

“What do you know about her whereabouts?” Junko breathes hotly, and Mariya jumps.

“What? No—Nothing! I don’t believe Y/N would’ve done anything with the intentions of angering you, perhaps she just wanted to stretch her legs for a moment” she attempts to defend your innocence “Or perhaps I didn’t search well enough”

“Call the kukuru unit” Junko states without giving a second thought to her irrational order, which causes Mariya to freeze.

“That’s…I hardly think that’s appropriate, Junko. We shouldn’t mobilize that kind of force unless we’re absolutely sure she’s left the premises!” she frowns.

After a few seconds of silence, Junko responds.

“Fine” she sighs, eventually admitting that her suggestion might’ve been an exaggeration. 

She had to remember to be careful…for ultimately, it was her irrational actions fueled by the need to prove her worth to the family that landed her in a terrible, horrid predicament with her husband. 

Junko had to do the necessary to keep herself out of another punishment like that one, even if it meant keeping secrets.

“Let’s keep this just between ourselves and your staff” she decides “Call them and have them search for Y/N as well. But, if we don’t find her by the time the meeting is to happen…we’ll use the kukuru unit”

Mariya swallows.

“Alright” she nods as to signaling her agreement to those terms “I’ll get Hitomi and Haruko”

People often say that time seems to fly by when you’re having fun—and that turned out to be nothing but the truth for you.

What initially began as 1 extra game, leading you to go back to your duties once it was done, it soon became 2, and 3, and 4…until you lost count of how many times you’ve played with the twins, and forgot you had other responsibilities to tend you.

Nonetheless, it didn’t hurt you as much to leave Junko behind. 

You enjoyed being with Mai and Maki, because they made you feel like you could just be…yourself. And they, in turn, felt like they could be themselves with you too.

Neither felt weighed down by the preconceived notions placed by the Zen’in clan: to the sisters, you weren’t the pretentious and rude wife they expected Naoya to settle down with, and to you, the twins were a just pair of children you enjoyed having around—not a bunch of useless disgraces that were only here because their father had shown mercy.

To each other…you were friends .

It’s with these thoughts that you decide to take a break from all this fun and lay back onto the grass, taking deep breaths as you attempt to lower the fatigue their games had brought onto your body. Even with all the previous training you’ve obtained during your years at jujutsu high, they still managed to tire you out—especially Maki, who seemed to have a higher stamina out of the two.

“I don’t know how you girls do it” you say through various exhalations “I can’t even run in this kimono, less jump around and climb to trees” you point at your now dirty dress, one that you’d need to change once you head back.

“You get used to it” Maki adds as she decides to mirror your actions and lay on your left side, looking up to the blue cloud-filled sky. “Or maybe your kimono is too tight”

“Perhaps” you sigh, placing your arms behind your head “But Hitomi makes a great job in making comfortable kimonos, so I don’t think that's the problem”

“Hitomi?” Mai murmurs as she sits besides her sister, showing her unfamiliarity with the name.

“She’s part of my staff” you explain “She’s the one in charge of dressing me up. I think she’s the one that made this” you lightly tug the side of your skirt as if trying to show it off “But it’s still uncomfortable, and it isn’t as flexible as my work uniform”

“Uniform?” The girls ask in unison, your words igniting their curiosity once more, and within reason, since the only point of reference they had for an adult woman, who wasn’t a servant, was their mother, and she didn’t have a job that they knew of outside of taking care of their family. The implication of you having a job…well, it was safe that it caused them to be very intrigued.

“Yes, I used to be a sorcerer before I got married’ “As in jujutsu sorcerer?!” Maki cries as she quickly pushes herself up to see you straight in the face.

“The one and only”

“I’ve never met a female sorcerer before!” she gasps “That’s amazing!”

“Really?” you ask, growing familiar with the Zen’ins adamancy in keeping females out of that field of work, but you never thought they’d actually go to those extremes. You wondered what they did with women who were born with cursed energy…did they just…not train them? “I’ll be your first then”

“Does that mean you have a cursed technique?” Mai sheepishly asks, she’s curious, but not as much as her sister, for some personal reason.

“Yes” you nod “And I consider myself pretty good at it” you add proudly.

“Oh, show us please!!” Maki exclaims “I want to see what you can do!”

“S-show you?” you chuckle nervously.

“Please!” The eldest repeats “It’s going to be amazing, I know it!”

“Ah…well” You say as you look at the clouds “I don’t have my tools, but maybe I can—”

“I should’ve known you two were behind this!” A familiar voice cries in the distance, and the three instantly freeze upon the realization of being caught beings to sink into each and every one of them.

You pull yourself up and decide to be the first one to turn around to face the intruder, heart pounding loudly against your chest as your eyes trail an invisible path on the ground and onto the feet of the woman who was now a few feet away—gasping upon seeing the familiar scowl you’ve grown to dislike.

“Junko-san—I…” is all that you muster as she continues to walk over to your location. 

Thinking that she is intending to scold you personally, you stand up to receive her properly and detach the girls from this situation. But you’re surprised when, instead of stopping before you once in your vicinity, she continues to walk past you and to the girls who were now scrambling on their words to justify their presence

“We were just playing, mom!” Mai cries as she sees her mother furiously staring down at her. “We finished our chores, and we thought—” “No! Enough! I won’t hear any more of this!” Junko’s stern voice cuts through her youngest’s explanation, earning a whimper from her in return.

“But mom—” Maki steps in, only to be treated the same way.

“I said, enough! ” Her behavior towards her daughter rubs you the wrong way, and you step forward to defend them, with the hopes that maybe she’ll listen to you.

“Junko, don’t treat your daughter’s like that. They haven't done anything but—”

“How long have you known of them?” is all that comes out of Junko’s mouth as she angrily stares at you, catching you off guard because…well, you expected anything else but that . Their mother knew that the children would deny anything, but you?

You were easier to manipulate.

“I…for a few days” you muster, unsure how this is of any relevance to the topic. 

But for Junko, it’s the last piece of the puzzle, and now that it’s completed, she unleashes the full force of her indignation.

“Ah, so you knew why things were going missing, didn’t you?” she accuses “And you still kept silent”

“It was just playful banter, Junko! They didn’t mean harm, they’re just children” you nervously explain, but she has no intentions to hear anything outside of the confirmation you’ve just given.

“Children that aren’t supposed to be near you” she says as she proceeds to yank them by their wrist, causing them to whine in discomfort. 

Their pained reaction causes something to tense inside you, but her words and the implication behind them, has you fuming even further.

“Let me guess” you begin, a frown now appearing on your face as you step closer to her “This was Naoya’s doing as well, isn't it?” you didn’t think it possible for your disgust for him to grow even bigger, but it did. It always did. “Does he deem it necessary to have children away from me as well?”

Junko can't help but feel offended by your words.

“You’d be surprised to know that I still hold some power in the decisions taken across the estate” Junko says with a scoff as she shows you she has a place in this household; her response temporarily quiets down your fury by replacing it with doubt.

“What do you...mean?” you ask, ignorant to the true meaning her words held.

“It was my decision to keep them away from you” she blesses you with an explanation out of respect for the duties you’ve completed thoroughly, when in reality, her feeling of betrayal urged her to leave without saying another word to you. “I always knew you’d be nothing but a bad example for them—and your decision to uncover their actions behind my back was more than enough proof of it”

“They’re just…”

“They’re my children!” she finally sets her foot down. She had to deal with the supposed incident in the accountants office, and with her children misbehaving in a way that could've set her in the path of getting another punishment from her husband. All that she wanted was to get things done for today, but no. You also had to add into her immeasurable disappointment by behaving in the same way her children did. She had no further interest to entertain you any longer and concluded your conversation with her with her next words “And as their mother, you have no place in deciding what is right or wrong for my daughters! If I want them away from you, you’ll have to respect that!”

And now that she has everything out of her system, she proceeds to pull the girls away from you and onto the halls, intending to punish them for breaking their obedience.

You stay behind, completely petrified as her words continue to painfully sink into your psyche.

When you’ve thought your relationship with Junko has improved, it just took a turn in the wrong direction to know that what you two held was anything but a friendship.

She respected you, or began to do so, because she thought you were starting to act just how she wanted. Junko never saw you as her equal, you were inferior. And the responsibility of defining what a friendship and professionalism was, fell to you. But the false sense of comfortability you gained from her daughters blurred the lines of what she truly thought of you, and now, you had to face the consequences of your miscalculation.

But what hurt you the most wasn’t her decision to berate you and call you a bad example for her daughters, no…of course not.

It was her decision to take them away from you. Your only source of happiness.

Mai and Maki held no power against their mother, you knew that. They would never do anything against the figure they perceived as the authority, neither did you expect it.

This is when you realize that you have to step in and do something.

«No. I wont’ allow this again!» you curse as you rush after Junko, who hasn't even bothered to look back at you once realizing you were only a few feet away from her.

You don’t know what prompts you to behave this way. Maybe because you believe Junko to be an easier rival to take on than your husband, or perhaps because you were growing tired of having things stripped from your life without consideration.

You’ve been hurt so much…you were starting to act a bit…errantly.

“Junko” 

You called, but she didn't respond.

“Junko!” 

….

Silence, once again.

“Junko, please…let’s just…talk”

You resort to begging, but she still doesn’t hear.

Your frustration begins to build up by the second as soon as you realize that, if you don’t put an end to this, you’ll never see the girls again.

The mere imagine of them slipping through your fingers brings you so much pain, you think you won’t be able to function anymore if Junko decides to take them away from you. 

They’re the only ones that gave you the much needed understanding you desired from the people around you—they weren’t like your staff, which were bound to you out of responsibility. No, they approached you out of genuine interest, and stayed because they liked you.

And it was all coming to an end.

The image of her back taunts you, reminding you of the lack of power you held over your surroundings, and the agony of their pained cries proceeds to blur your eyes with tears. Even with your efforts, it wasn’t enough,

You weren’t enough, but…

You can’t lose them.

You mustn't lose them.

You’d die if they left you!

Mother or not, you wouldn’t allow her to hurt you as Naoya and Naobito had done in the past.

“Junko, please!” you attempt once more, but the result is the same.

“Junko—Junko, wait, please….don’t go please don’t go” You run closer to her, grabbing her by the shoulder, only to have her brush your hand away with one swift movement. “pl—please I’m talking to you, Junko, please, I—I’m talking to you— I'm—I’m…”

And then, you snap.

“I’m talkING TO YOU! STOP!! I’M ORDERING YOU TO STOP!! STOP JUNKO!!! DON'T TAKE THEM AWAY FROM ME!”

Your desperation finally takes you to the edge as you proceed to lose all inhibitions by screaming your lungs out, a vibrant contrast from the calm woman you’ve portrayed to be with when alone with her.

The sudden change of tune from your voice causes Junko to halt—with everything going silent immediately afterwards.

Her eyes are wide open as she realizes this is the first time you’ve ever raised your voice at her.

She is in an inner struggle, debating whether to face you or to take this opportunity to run away. Junko eventually settles for the first, slowly turning around to see the kind of emotion your face would portray after this incident, just for the sake of her and her daughters.

When she finally lays eyes on your façade, she is struck by the image of an angered, desperate woman who is seeing nothing but red as she finally allows the tears forming on the corners of her eyes to slide down her cheeks. 

It’s an image that she is all too knowledgeable of, one that has caused her so many nights of insomnia, and one she never thought she’d see on a broken woman as you.

You fail to recognize the emotions portrayed in her eyes as a sense of fulfillment begins to grace your chest, taking pleasure in having stopped her in her tracks, but what you fail to realize is that your antics not only budged Junko into submission, but also rattled Mai and Maki.

And when you notice this…all your pride is immediately discarded. Because far from achieving what you wanted, you made your predicament worse—for the girls now looked at you with fear.

The trust they’ve given you was undeniably broken in the matter of a few seconds and poor choices. The image they had of you, friendly and caring, was shattered. And now, it was replaced by one they thought was similar to their father whenever he referred to them.

They believed you were different, but you only proved to be the same.

“M-Mai..M-Maki” you quickly revert your emotions to one of regret as you try to approach them, kneeling down to their level and offer a sincere hug out of apology, but Junko—being the overprotective mother she always was, but kept it well hidden—stepped before you and her children. “I—” you looked up to her as you sobbed, hoping that she would see how much you were ashamed of your behavior. “I didn’t mean to startle them—I was just…!”

“You’ll never see them again”

“Junko—I…I’m sorry, I—”

But she didn’t care. She proceeded to gather her daughters in her arms and left the area without saying another word.

Once again, you’re left feeling completely alone, abandoned.

And this time, it wasn’t your husband's fault.

Junko had kept her promise, and that was the last time you saw the twins.

There wasn’t a single day where you didn’t regret the desperate actions you took in your darkest moment, wanting to do nothing but seek them out and apologize, but that wasn’t  to be.

Their mother, even after all that transpired, continued to fulfill her duties down to the smallest detail, but she now held no interest in getting along with you, and this left you feeling even worse.

Conversations with her were now kept curt, and when you tried to approach the topic of her daughters, she’d avoid the subject entirely.

You berated yourself daily, remembering that you’ve hurt the only companions that held nothing but admiration for you, and for what? Because you were afraid of staying alone?

You should’ve kept quiet. You should’ve done as Junko said and continued with your duties—perhaps your predicament would’ve been the same, but at least you didn’t have Mai and Maki hating you.

And the depressive state that many once thought cured, came back with full force, and Mariya noticed this all too well.

She tried to fill the gap made by the twins' absence, or to at least let you know that they were fine…but she was unsure if this would do any good. After all, she knew you continuously blamed yourself for the actions that occurred that day, and you even began to compare yourself to Naoya, believing that you were equally, if not worse, than him.

This wasn’t true—she understood you were…hurt. Desperate. But Junko would never understand this because she’d always repressed her emotions. And Mariya…well, she knew she couldn't offer much that might interest you, but that still didn’t stop her from trying to comfort you.

“Lady Y/N” she said, as she approached your sitting figure one early Tuesday morning, by the engawa, with tea and a vast variety of snacks for you to pick from as you waited for Junko to appear.  “I…brought you something to drink”

You kept silent, undoubtedly drowning in the same sorrow that seemed to haunt you everyday since that terrible Saturday. 

The sight unnerved her, but now that you were somewhat…conscious, this prompted her to speak up about what she’s been holding on to tell you.

“I…wish to tell you something, it’s…about the twins”

This causes your eyes to shift from the garden and to her direction.

“They’re…ok”

“I never meant to scare them” you say once more.

“I know” she sighs “But…things are not as easy…as many would think”

“What do you mean?” you ask, ignorant to where she could be headed with this statement or how this could change the fact of what you’ve done. “Why…is it hard for me to be with them? Is it necessary for me to be absolutely miserable just so I can live here?”

“No. Of course not…but…Junko has certain expectations to uphold and…she doesn't’ want you interfering with them, that’s all”

“I fail to see how I can be a bad role model for them” you frown, looking back at the garden “I barely get to do anything around the estate, and I’ve done nothing but what she’s requested of me, except for that one time that seemed to be more than necessary for her to hate me forever!”

“It’s not that you’re a bad role model…not…necessarily” Mariya presses her lips together “But it’s something that has to do with the twins directly”

You look back at her, silently urging her to continue.

“I’m sure you’re more than…acquainted with sorcery and curses, and how society works around them” you nod “And how it’s somewhat important to be born with a cursed technique if they are to exorcise curses”

“...?”

“When Mai and Maki were born, they were expected to have such talent, however, when they became of age…there were no signs of them holding any kind of technique, and this led the clan to cast them aside as mere…failures. And so, Junko has made it her mission to have them stand aside and not interfere in the workings of the family. This is why she’s—”

“And you’re telling me this, with the expectation that I’ll suddenly understand Junko and agree with her behavior? With my behavior?” you hiss, offended by the information Mariya was revealing to you and the stated assumption.

“No…but I just thought it’d be appropriate for you to understand…well, I guess I do want you to understand—”

“Understand that I’m expected to treat them like shit? To make me believe I did the right thing?!” You retort as you stand up to your full height, fueled by nothing but anger—disbelief, confusion. “You…You disgust me, Mariya. To think you’d come to me and…and influence me to act like them!”

“No, wait Lady Y/N, where are you going?!” She shouts as she sees you turn away from her and onto the halls.

“Or what?! Am I going to be locked away? Don’t bother—I’m going to my room anyways” you say as tears begin to form in the corners of your eyes, and without giving her any moment to defend herself, you walk away.

You had lost your composure, yet again, and just like that day, it made you feel even worse . Alone, unworthy. The vivid example of what’s to stumble over and over again with the same rock.

You began to feel that your in-laws were always right when they started to call you a failure—it’s only that you weren’t humble enough to see it yet. But now that you’ve given enough evidence of the garbage you truly were…well, you’ve become the joke that writes itself.

As the tears seem to form faster than you’re able to dry them away, you don’t make it in time to your room as misery overwhelms you, forcing you to slump your body into a nearby pillar as you lose strength in your legs, sliding down until you’re sitting on the wooden floor, pulling your legs against your chest and burying your face against them as you begin to cry.

“Am I really that despicable?” you sob against the fabric of your skirt “Am I really that…insignificant that everyone must walk away from me? Am I not worth…the fight? How…disgusting can I be?!”

And although your question wasn’t directed to anyone in specific, that doesn’t stop a passerby from answering.

“No” comes from a male voice behind you. “I don’t think you’re disgusting”

The realization that you’re not alone has your throat constricting and quieting all sobs as you stay rooted in the same position, hesitant to look around to see who it is until you heard the mysterious man approach you.

You slowly turn your head away from your legs and onto your unexpected companion, falling back into surprise as you notice his odd resemblance to your husband—although much more mature, and perhaps a bit taller.

His gentle façade and willingness to approach you has you overflowing with intrigue, temporarily replacing your sorrow with that of uncertainty as your lips scramble to voice the question your mind desperately seeks an answer to.

“W-who…who are you?” you stammer, and the man gives you a soft smile.

“I’m Naoaki…

Naoya’s brother ”

[thekillingmoonmoon]

Hello darlings!

Due to my wee hiatus, I managed to miss my blog’s anniversary, my 350 follower milestone and I’ve barely made it back in time for my birthday. So, I’m throwing one huge celebration to say thank you. Thank you for supporting me, and thank you so so so much for sticking around til I came back

HOW IT WORKS:

The power is in your hands! Throughout the month of August, you will have the opportunity to vote on the next two series and decide on whose story I get to write. The highest voted ideas for each manga will be written next.

AND

I will draw one username at random from the list of voters to receive a personalised fic request.

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Vote for one or more categories in the event

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THE CONTESTANTS

jujutsu kaisen

1. ceremonials

looking for heaven, found the devil in me

Pairing: Geto Suguru x Reader x Gojo Satoru Warnings: NSFW, smut, blood, violence, death, religion, mlm (the geto x gojo is strong) Length: 5+ chapters #CeremonialsAU It's been ten years since Riko died. Ten years, and the Church of Light has fallen into a darkness that even the Holy Sun and Moon fail to illuminate. The Church is waning, and it needs the power of to Star Maiden to survive, the power it so tragically lost a decade before. But much has changed since Riko was chosen as the Star. Shadows run through the veins of the Church, tainting the blood of its proselytes, corrupting even the light of their Messiahs.

And you have been chosen. The new Star. The Holy Maiden chosen to lead the Celestial Church back into the Heavenly light. Despite the fractures in your own glow. Despite the shadows lurking in the wake of your new comrades.

2. cherry wine

Sweet and right and merciful I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing.

Pairing: Vampire!Choso x Vampire Bride! Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, brief descriptions of violence, blood, death, strong themes of religion, death, blood, Length: 5+ chapters #CherryWineAU There is a castle, high on the mountains above the town, where the Lord lives. No-one knows his name, but the townspeople fear him, fear the dark, fear the thought of him in the dark. He is to be your husband, he is to be your death.

3. cigarette daydreams

Funny how it seems like yesterday As I recall, you were lookin' out of place Gathered up your things and slipped away No time at all, I followed you into the hall

Pairing: Bodyguard!Fushiguro Toji x Naoya’s Fiance!Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, blood, violence, death, “infidelity”, misogyny Length: 5+ chapters #CigaretteDaydreamsAU

Toji has nothing to live for. No wife, his kid sold off, and no job. Until he gets a call from the people he hates the most, the Zen’ins. You’re sweet, a little bit naive, and about to be dragged into the worst family in Jujutsu history. But will Toji escort you to your doom?

4. bad reputation

A girl can do what she wants to do and that's what I'm gonna do An' I don't give a damn 'bout my bad reputation

Pairing: Biker!Sukuna x Stripper!Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, descriptions of violence Length: 3 chapters  #RoadhouseBluesAU His name burns, scorching your tongue hotter than his kiss. You know better than to follow Sukuna into his Hell, but what if you fall for the flame?

tokyo revengers

1. the city

don't call it a fight when you know it's a war

Pairing: Toman Timeskip! Hanma Shuji x Fem! Reader / minor Kisaki x Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, drugs, blood, violence, death, guns, sex work, “infidelity”, Reader is as off the rails as Hanma Length: 5+ chapters #TheCityAU Your life ended the day you were sold to Toman. Your life as the eldest daughter of a Yakuza Legend ended, but you lived on, as the forgotten property of Kisaki Tetta. Forgotten, abandoned, until Hanma Shuji stumbled, bloody, beaten, and laughing, into your boring world.

2. wishlist

I wish I was a radio song, the one that you turned up

Pairing: Bassist! Akashi Takeomi x Fem! Reader / a little Guitarist! Wakasa x fem! Reader Warnings: NSFW, smut, childhood friends to lovers, idiots in love, brief descriptions of violence, brief descriptions of drugs, grunge Length: 5 chapters #WishlistAU The Black Dragons started as a dream, a dream born in the Shinichiro’s grease-stained motorcycle workshop, born between beaten-up machine parts and the strings of Shin’s old guitar. Now, the Black Dragons are legends, returning home after a record-breaking world tour. Five years have changed you, but your childhood crush on Takeomi hasn’t.

3. villains of circumstance

There's no magic bullet, no cure for pain What's done is done, 'til you do it again Life in pursuit of a nameless prey I've been so close, I'm so far away It's so hard to explain, so easy to feel I need you now, nothing is real Save me from the villains of circumstance Before I lose my place

Pairing: 1920s Gangster! Tokyo Revengers x Fem!Reader (character to be decided) Warnings: NSFW, smut, brief descriptions of violence, drugs, sex work and death Length: 5+ chapters #VillainsOfCircumstanceAU There is a life of gold and glamor deep in the grease and grime of the downtown districts. There is no law, only the lawless, and the lowlife gangsters who run the show. Lowlifes, murderers, and thieves, and you’ve never been in better company. Because here, in the darkness and the dirt, you can fulfil your dreams and desires. [same format as RoadhouseBlues AU]

4. gun in my hand

Why did love put a gun in my hand? Oh, was it for redemption? Was it for revenge?

Pairing: Bonten! Hitto Kakucho x Undercover Detective! Fem!Reader x Tachibana Naoto Warnings: NSFW, smut, violence, guns, drugs, death, Sanzu, grief, blood, mental health Length: 5+ chapters #GunInMyHandAU They took your partner, so you’ll take down their entire world. With the help of your friend, and fellow detective, Tachibana Naoto, you infiltrated Japan’s most dangerous organisation, Bonten. With the sole goal of tearing Sano Mikey’s empire apart from the inside, you find yourself rapidly losing touch with yourself and your morality as you get more and more entangled with the organisation’s earnest third-in-command

DISCLAIMER: all work here is original, please do not copy, repost, or use without permission. All images/gifs are either my own, sourced from popular media, or retrieved from royalty-free sources.

[cyancherub]

wheel of misfortune

A KINKTOBER 2021 HORROR + DC + NSFW COLLAB.

31 days, 100+ characters, 100+ kinks, 300+ horror prompts, and a “wheel of misfortune” (...more like a random number generator with a mind of its own). which wretched combination will choose you? spin the wheel and find out!

VIEW THE LISTS:

CHARACTER LIST

HORROR PROMPT LIST

KINK/SPICY PROMPT LIST

RULES + GUIDELINES

you must be 18+ with an age in your bio. if you are a minor, click off this post.

no word min/max - drabbles, hcs, full fics, etc. welcome

dark content welcome, but no pedophilia - all characters portrayed must be 18+

no horror prompt or character repeats (unless you’re writing a threesome/orgy with the taken character) - but kink repeats are fine!

^update: character duplicates are now ok, but please give untaken characters some love !!!

HOW TO PLAY

if you’re sure you want to enter, let me know by sending me an ask or responding to this post and tell me which date(s) you want

open the WHEEL (just a random number generator)

spin or choose a character from the CHARACTER LIST*

spin a prompt from the HORROR PROMPT LIST*

spin a kink or kinks from the KINK/SPICY PROMPT LIST*

let me know what the wheel chose for you (in the format character / prompt / kink(s)) and i’ll add it to the masterlist !!

your piece is due on the date in october that you chose :)

*these documents all have more detailed instructions on how to “spin” (aka use the random number generator)! please let me know if you have any questions. i’m happy to spin for you and tell you what the wheel gives you !!!

OCTOBER CALENDAR (RELEASE SCHEDULE/M.LIST)

UPDATE (10/12)

submissions are still accepted for any date :)

please feel free to update your spin for new inspiration !!

WHEN READING, PLEASE NOTE

most (if not all works) will contain dark themes and content

mind the individual warnings on each work before reading

— OCT 01

while you were sleeping | @/cyancherub

yuuji + sukuna (jujutsu kaisen)

nightmares ft. drugged sex

love is... | @/trueshellz

sano manjiro / mikey (tokyo revengers)

home invasion ft. knifeplay

six eyes on me | @/touyaspeach

gojo satoru (jujutsu kaisen)

in hell ft. voyeurism

— OCT 02

x | @/tomurasurinal

tengen uzui (kny)

houseparty ft. drugged sex

yearning for dark shadows  | @/mydisenchantedeulogy

uchiha madara (naruto)

ouija board ft. orgasm denial

when night comes, you’re all i can think about | @/keigosprettiestbirb

bakugou katsuki (bnha)

bunnyman ft. scent kink

— OCT 03

forever and a day | @/meiansmistress

kuroo tetsurou (haikyuu)

possession ft. power imbalance

persuasion | @/abbacchiosbelt

zen’in naoya (jujutsu kaisen)

in/near a lake ft. knifeplay, pregnancy kink

grapes | @/thecrowcern

matsuno chifuyu (tokyo revengers)

naga ft. marking/claiming

— OCT 04

x | @/crewella

fushiguro toji (jujutsu kaisen)

forest ft. primal, age gap, filming/recording

cursed womb | @/bontenten

choso (jujutsu kaisen)

repossessed organs ft. obedience

x | @/absolutvirgin

shinazugawa sanemi (demon slayer)

satan + asylum ft. sacrilege

— OCT 05

hunted | @/rizubaby

todo aoi (jujutsu kaisen)

hunter/predator ft. size kink

ghost towns | @/ingeniumswhore

yoarashi inasa (bnha)

ghost town ft. outdoor sex, virginity kink, humiliation

— OCT 06

are we going steady? | @/kimmytrash

porco galliard (attack on titan)

slasher ft. filming/recording

roadside assistance | @/zerotwoswaifuu

kaminari denki (bnha)

car breaks down ft. masochism

x | @/katsuroses

toga himiko (bnha)

blindness/darkness ft. possessive/jealous sex

— OCT 07

x | @/quirk-incarnate

erwin smith (attack on titan)

‘if i tell you i have to kill you’ ft. throat fucking

unholy union | @/kitsu-writes

yamaguchi + tsukishima (haikyuu)

exorcism ft. exhibitionism, ass play, edging

x | @/haikyutiehoe

atsumu + sakusa + suna (haikyuu)

carnival ft. praise kink, reverse cowgirl, biting

— OCT 08

the sorcerer and the succubus | @/a-shy-blueberry

nanami kento (jujutsu kaisen)

succubus ft. femdom

x | @/kurinoot

kageyama tobio (haikyuu)

killer in the backseat + in a car ft. biting

desire | @/mydisenchantedeulogy

nakahara chuuya (bungo stray dogs)

obsession ft. hate sex

— OCT 09

étranger | @/e-jaegerenthusiast

jean kirstein (attack on titan)

on a train ft. foot fetish, dubcon

x | @/nanikoreeeh

nara shikamaru | naruto

creepy neighbor + trapped ft. gunplay

lovebot frankenmesh | @/seychellse 

inumaki toge (jujutsu kaisen)

artificial intelligence ft. obedience, electrostimulation

— OCT 10

something follows | @/crikeygatormate

shigaraki tomura (bnha)

wraith ft. knife play

x | @/bokurooskitten

kozume kenma (haikyuu)

stalker ft. panty theft

— OCT 11

bloodlust | @/lilithbasically

todoroki shouto (bnha)

on a train + vampire ft. gagging, blood kink, knife play

vengeance | @/vaporwrites

chisaki kai / overhaul (bnha)

siren ft. hatefucking, dubcon, pegging, impact play

fire in the water | @/renhoeku

rengoku kyojuro (demon slayer)

dragon ft. breeding kink

— OCT 12

sleeping beauty | @/yuujispinkhair

itadori yuuji (jujutsu kaisen)

comatose ft. dubcon, dumbification

x | @/eikatslut

kirishima eijirou (bnha)

witch ft. punishment, manipulation, pegging

placebo | @/unohanadaydreams

kurosaki ichigo (bleach)

hearing voices ft. overstimulation

— OCT 13

it’ll all be over soon | @/cursex

matsuoka rin (free!)

american horror story + priest(ess) ft. punishment, dumbification, sir kink

x | @/nasti-bnha

iida tenya (bnha)

frankenstein ft. breeding, electrostimulation, dubcon

x | @/myshya

miya atsumu (haikyuu)

demon/monster hunter ft. sacrilege, dacryphilia, begging

— OCT 14

lifeline | @/anadandere

todoroki natsuo (bnha)

grim reaper ft. jealous/possessive sex

i only know hell | @/mxnjiro

levi ackerman | attack on titan

knight of hell ft. forced orgasm, creampie, degradation, public sex, overstimulation

— OCT 15

x | @/magicboytrash

sawamura daichi (haikyuu)

haunted house ft. pregnancy kink

tear into your soul | @/prettyiwa

oikawa toru (haikyuu)

summoning a demon ft. praise kink, drugging, face slapping

— OCT 16

carnal desires | @/trueshellz

bokuto kotaro (haikyuu)

werewolf ft. marking

x | @/indyura

ryuguji ken / draken (tokyo revengers)

revenge ft. fearplay

attention | @/dekusbunny

akaashi keiji (haikyuu)

disappearance ft. dubcon, mirror sex

— OCT 17

red means i love you | @/kisseswithkai

kaminari denki (bnha)

apocalypse ft. blood kink

x | @/cherrykamado

kamado tanjiro (demon slayer)

slumber party massacre ft. mindbreak, gagging, shibari

nightmares and wet dreams | @/thisyaegeristeatsazzz

hinata shoyo (haikyuu)

misery ft. somnophilia

— OCT 18

araignée du soir, cauchemar | @/touyaspeach

shinsou + midoriya (bnha)

assassin ft. mating press

x | @/witchybnha-noya

nishinoya yuu (haikyuu)

halloween night ft. degradation, oral, breathplay

fulfilled promise | @/elaineplayz

hatsume mei (bnha)

cave ft. drugging

— OCT 19

x | @/nekomamiiz

geto suguru (jujutsu kaisen)

hellhound + altar ft. knotting, sacrilege, cumplay

eternally yours | @/kitsuwrites

ukai keishin (haikyuu)

isolation ft. punishment, forced orgasm, manipulation

x | @/aizawa-horny-brigade

geto + gojo (jujutsu kaisen)

haunting ft. somnophilia, group sex, fearplay

— OCT 20

x | @/crewella

kyoutani kentarou (haikyuu)

ski lodge ft. hate sex, anal

utgard, by boat | @/boonseren-burner

connie + eren (attack on titan)

castle ft. cucking, drugging, spit kink

the courting of a succubus | @/nomadmilk

kageyama tobio (haikyuu)

premonition ft. orgasm denial

— OCT 21

chikan | @/kingkatsuki

shindou yo (bnha)

daeva ft. chikan

don’t look behind you | @/anime-nymph

kuroo tetsurou (haikyuu)

don’t look behind you ft. blood kink

ichi no kata | @/luziferies

kanroji mitsuri (demon slayer)

seance ft. outdoor sex + breathplay

double-crossed out [ pt. 1 ] [ pt. 2 ] | @/fratboyitadori

kugisaki nobara (jujutsu kaisen)

cannibal ft. stockings/tights kink

jasmine and bergamot | @tygalilywhims

akaza (demon slayer)

wilderness ft. monsterfucking, pain play, blood kink, scent kink

— OCT 22

x | @/ringpop-poppy

armin arlert (attack on titan)

camp ft. dubcon

in the shadows | @/ingeniumswhore

bubaigawara jin / twice (bnha)

catacombs ft. facesitting, blackmail, wall sex

x | @/nifujiswhore

shinmon benimaru (fire force)

kaiju ft. breeding, oviposition

— OCT 23

x | @/eibby

bakugou katsuki (bnha)

cults ft. spit kink, hate sex

scared of blood? | @/kireirengoku

baji + chifuyu (tokyo revengers)

masked killer ft. knifeplay, hand kink, rimming

x | @/c-qcatwrites + @/alicesfracturedmirror 

oikawa toru (haikyuu)

windows + visit + dante’s inferno ft. begging, virginity kink

— OCT 24

x | @/thegetoufather

sero hanta (bnha)

post-apocalyptic ft. anal

x | @/kireirengoku

 grimmjow (bleach)

beast ft. blood play, dacryphilia, possessive sex

— OCT 25

x | @/fatgum-sugarplum

amajiki tamaki (bnha)

infection ft. mindbreak

x | @/mementomoriifics

azumane asahi (haikyuu)

devil in disguise ft. body worship

cravings | @/keisurou

miya osamu (haikyuu)

hitman ft. orgasm denial

running from you | @dxrkdreamer

sukuna ryoumen (jujutsu kaisen)

copycat killer ft. manipulation

— OCT 26

x | @/arcanumbras

itadori yuuji (jujutsu kaisen)

in a coffin/tomb ft. scent kink

i don’t really know why i’m still here | @/fuwushiguro

reiner braun (attack on titan)

maze ft. wall sex

x | @/cherrykamado

agatsuma zenitsu (demon slayer)

love spell ft. electrostimulation, danger play, outdoor sex, bondage, overstimulation

— OCT 27

x | @/fuyuluvs

suna rintarou (haikyuu)

monster under the bed ft. knife play, dacryphilia

x | @/alicesfracturedmirror

iwaizumi hajime (haikyuu)

knight of hell + cabin in the woods ft. mirror sex

x | @/junpeixe

hashibara inosuke (demon slayer)

bugs ft. pain play, oviposition, stranger sex, creampie

— OCT 28

x | @/katonshoko

shinsou hitoshi (bnha)

demon ft. size kink

x | @/indigoraen

uraraka ochako (bnha)

ghost ft. jealous/possessive sex, orgasm denial

whirlwind | @/bajisbabe

fushiguro megumi (jujutsu kaisen)

sylph ft. pool/water/ocean sex

— OCT 29

x | @/arean

hange + levi (attack on titan)

psychological horror ft. public sex, marking/claiming, cumplay

live feed | @/atsumuluvbot

iwaizumi hajime (haikyuu)

cameras ft. humiliation

x | @todcrcki​

todoroki shouto (bnha)

scream ft. stepcest, throatfucking, pregnancy kink

— OCT 30

x | @/ringpop-poppy

eren jaeger (attack on titan)

in space ft. breeding

x | @/tteokdoroki

sano manjiro / mikey (tokyo revengers)

babysitting ft. corruption, branding, manipulation, knifeplay

the nightmare | @/hoobish

todoroki touya / dabi (bnha)

transported into a horror game ft. begging/pleading, overstimulation, breeding

mannequin [ part one ] [ part two ]  | @writings-of-a-shattered-mind

tsukishima kei (haikyuu)

dolls + serial killer + amputation ft. dacryphilia, fearplay, corruption, size kink, obedience, drugging, noncon, gunplay

— OCT 31

x | @/prettyboykatsuki

takami keigo / hawks (bnha)

power outage/flickering lights ft. femdom, gagging

x | @/xo-lynx

dazai osamu (bungo stray dogs)

saw (torture cellar) ft. fearplay

x | @/theladywriteswhat

shinazugawa sanemi (demon slayer)

x | @bakumi

sukuna (jujutsu kaisen)

frozen in place ft. fear play, somnophilia

[saintobio]

vice versa.

↳ zen’in naoya/reader

perhaps all naoya needed is to get a taste of his own medicine. and that is, from the female version of him.

genre. explicit smut, 18+

tags/warnings. naoya zen’in, incest, stepcest, hate fucking, profanity, misogyny vs misandry, fellatio, unprotected, spanking, degradation, dom/sub elements, fem!dom, switch, face slapping, hair pulling, asphyxiation, clan heir!naoya

notes. it’s finally finished plz here’s my zen’incest entry for @dilfhub’s everything-cest collab <3

To be born a woman in the Zen’in clan was already a nightmare in itself.

But to add more to that abomination was being related to Naoya Zen’in. The very idea that you and him shared half of the same blood flowing through your veins was as revolting as it could get. He, a brother who was only a month older, was the same man that made you wish that you had the option to choose whichever family you were going to be born in. Because with all due respect, you never would have chosen to be a Zen’in.

It need not be said that any women living within the walls of this estate were demeaned on a daily basis. Nothing was new upon hearing the words full of bigotry from the group of men that you recognized as family—not by choice, but the lack thereof. Because of the clan’s outward prejudice against women, it birthed your antipathy towards men. The best way to contradict their misogyny was through misandry.

Both of you grew up having attained vastly different values. There was no sugarcoating to the fact that you saw yourself to be inferior from your brother in terms of strength, but you were far smarter in matters that required logical reasoning. Not to say that Naoya was a brainless jerk, although oftentimes the words that he would carelessly spout certainly made him sound like an overconfident male bimbo.

“There’s nothing worse than a woman convinced that she can surpass a man.”

You’ve heard worse things from him since you were both juvenile—raised in a traditionalist clan who all share the same established set of ideals against the weak. Should a clan member failed to possess curse energies or inherit the family’s curse techniques, they were to be ostracized and reduced to nothing more than having a powerful surname. There was a big wall separating the gamut of respect that was granted for both men and women in this family and you were on the farthest side of the spectrum.

You are a Zen’in. Act like one and be grateful, they said. You should stand proud.

And yet, you were looked down on for being the child of a past servant that became your father’s concubine. You were born out of wedlock and you were enforced with the knowledge that you should be grateful for carrying a well-regarded family name.

They surely made it sound as if possessing the last name would grant you a respectable leverage in the hierarchical Jujutsu society. While that may be true to a certain extent, there would have been no reason for the likes of Toji and Maki to force their way out of the clan in spite. If being a Zen’in was a pride, why would the physically gifted family members choose to leave? In support to the previous statement, it was because the clan only cared for their nobility status and political influence. Everything else beyond the aforementioned didn’t amount to the same level of importance.

Ranking second from the three biggest sorcerer families just beneath the Gojou clan was enough proof to how high up the ladder your family was in. They embedded these facts to your head to make you realize that you were blessed by all means.

You didn’t consider yourself to be. Not when you had to see Naoya and his annoying pretty face every single day, bullying you for being both a woman and a daughter of a servant. The moue on your face was perpetually displayed for whenever the man was within your vicinity.

You despised just everything about him. From the way he opened his mouth to the way his eyes would trail on you in a condescending way. The way he would talk down to every women he saw, limiting them to just objects of lust and mere decorations to this patriarchal society. At most times, he would carefully watch your movements with a smirk as though he was forming concupiscent thoughts in his empty head. He was one to visit your quarters late at night, bothering you with his sexist sputtering while seeing you dressed in your silk nightgown. Those sharp, narrow eyes would gleam over the sight of your exposed collarbone and thighs. He praised you for being nubile, but would insult you for having only your face and body to make up for your lack of understanding as to why men were superior over women.

You despised him—or you believed you did—yet when the corner of his lips would upturn into a handsome smirk, you found yourself being pulled by the gravity of his attraction. How could such a beautiful man live with a rotten soul? Because of his despicable personality, you wanted to cascade a downpour of antagonism on him. You wanted to yell at his face, scratch his back, pull his hair... no.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. You weren’t supposed to have him in your room at night whispering on your ear and saying how much he wanted to corrupt your feministic beliefs. He would blather about how much of a brat you had been by not properly doing your role as a woman in this household, all this while he was peeling your kimono off your body to leave you nothing but bare of any clothing.

“Did you know I like buxom women?” he mocked, pushing you to lay on your back against the mattress. “Maybe those with a shapely ass, too.”

“Do you think those women prefer you?” you scoffed as you watched him rid himself of his own worn fabric. His silhouette was illuminated by the faint light that passed through the room’s shōji. The translucent sheets affixed to the lattice frame kept the both of you sealed from prying eyes, especially with the help of the murky night sky that casted your chamber in more darkness than light.

No one would know that for tonight, you were ready to sin for this man. As his lips dove in to feather open-mouthed kisses on your neck, a series of breathy moans rolled off your tongue. He was fairly good with how he kissed your neck as if he had grown familiar of your most sensitive areas. So good, you dug your nails onto his back. Your breasts were pressed against his bare chest, igniting your lust with the shameless skin-to-skin contact.

“Shh.” He quickly had a finger pressed on his lips, gesturing for you to hush up.

There were silhouettes of servants walking through the halls, and with a manly hand covering your mouth, none of you two spoke another word until the shadows have disappeared.

“Naoya-sama isn’t in his room, Miss,” a female servant reported to the head servant.

“He might be taking a night stroll to relax his mind,” said the lady, walking farther and farther from your room. “Go get some sleep.”

Once they were out of earshot, you immediately peeled your brother’s hand off your mouth and wrapped your legs around his waist. For some reason, his countenance changed into being strict and you were left wondering what had suddenly passed his mind.

“You’ve got serious guts trying to look good in front of that scumbag this morning,” he derided, kissing your jaw with a hand forcing its way to throttle you on the neck.

Oh.

The scumbag that he spoke ill of was none other than Satoru Gojou, the man infamous for his six eyes and infinity. He visited the estate this morning along with the other clan head, Noritoshi Kamo, to engage themselves into a meeting about matters concerning the Jujutsu society.

You hadn’t been aware of their presence until Satoru saw you walking around the estate where he greeted you like a gentleman and told you that you’ve gotten more beautiful than the last time he saw you. Instead of being proud of his sister, Naoya was visibly irked to hear another man praising you.

“Are you the only one allowed to compliment me, nii-chan? I actually loved the way Satoru looked at me this morning.” You purposely laced your voice with a tone of mockery. This caused him to place a tighter grip on your neck, restricting your breathing with the pressure around your throat.

He didn’t hesitate in pressing his growing bulge against your core, grinding his clothed member between your folds to garner a wanton moan from you. “It’s nii-sama for you, you fucking whore.”

Instead of a moan, you chuckled darkly to ridicule him. “You call me a whore, but you’re the one coming up to my room every night because you’re needy as—”

“You think I care about what a woman like you has to say?” he hissed, lifting your chin with his index finger only to slap your cheek with a rough hand.

The harsh contact had your eyes widening in surprise, but you were fast to return the favor by letting your hand fly across his cheek for an even forceful smack. He barely flinched but damn was that slap crisp on his skin. “You think a man like you is worth listening to?”

While his pupils dilated with your audacity to defy him, he also had a grin spreading on his lips as he moved away and rested his back against the headboard. “Of course. I’m the next head of the clan after all,” he rambled, hoisting you up with your arm to have you kneeling between his legs. “Don’t you think you should start respecting me like you do with daddy?”

You rolled your eyes as he referred to your father as ‘daddy’ knowing full well that his intention for it was to mock you. “You can’t lead a clan when you’re incompetent. A woman should lead this clan to show you all that we do it better.”

He grabbed your hand and placed it atop the bands of his boxers to have you pull it down for him. With his guide, his cock sprung free and almost hit his lower abdomen as it stood in its glory. He’s big, you thought and recalled how you gaped on it the first time you saw him fully erected like this. But never would you admit how big he was because your main goal was to keep deflating his ego.

“And who should lead? That girl Maki?” he asked, venomous humor coated his words. “She can’t see curses and can’t do curse techniques. All she has is a pretty face. Mai is out of the question. She’s useless.”

You restrained a huff as you enclosed your hand around his thick girth to pump him slowly, pressing your tongue on his tip and swirling it around the swollen head. He watched you with a predatory gaze as if he was the master and you were his servant.

“Or did my little sister think she can lead the clan?” he continued, loving how the entirety of his cock disappeared in your mouth when you started bobbing your head up and down. “How can you lead a clan when sucking dick is the only thing you’re good at? Slut.”

You hummed with your eyes closed, taking him deeper down your throat to silence his imperious remarks and later turn them into moans. The only way to taint this man’s domineering personality was to make him submit to his pleasure. Men would say they didn’t need women as much as you needed them, but here he was desperate to have his own sister fulfill his carnal desires. They’re fucking dumb. All men think with their dicks after all.

“Isn’t it quite amusing that you’re letting your brother have a taste of your cunt before anyone else did?” In his crude humor, he added, “At the end of the day, you’re only good as a wife and it’s unfortunate to you that we came from the same—fuck.”

Triumph tugged at the corner of your lips as you elicited a moan out of him. It allowed you to take his cock deeper in your cavern until his swollen head hit your throat with a gag. Drool slid down on his shaft as you pulled away. “Mm. You should see your face when I suck your dick, nii-chan. You look pathetic.”

“I said it’s nii-sama, you scum.” He pulled you to sit on his cock, positioning his length at your entrance with his back rested against the headboard. “Why don’t you bounce on my cock like a bitch in heat?”

Your sigh came out as a whimper when he jerked his hips upwards to stretch your walls with his hardened member. “Aah—!” Shit. He always made you whimper on the first penetration. You’ve done this with him for around five times now and you still haven’t gotten used to his size. “N-Naoya, be gentle!”

“Dropping the honorifics now? Disrespectful brat.” He held on to your hips and slammed his cock inside of your tight cunt, forcing you to hover over him with a hand pressed on his toned chest and an arm latching around his shoulders. He was rutting his dick into you in a pace that equaled a squelching noise. Even when he was under you, he had full control and this wasn’t how it should be. You have to turn it around.

“F-Fuck, nii-chan!” You forced yourself to sit up and gain the upper hand. His sharp eyes followed your movements as you straightened your back and moved your hips on your own pace. “Mm.”

Every time you rubbed your damp pussy against his cock, your walls would clench tighter than it already has. “Shit,” he cussed, running his fingers through his flaxen hair while gazing at you with a lustful glint. “If you weren’t so sexy, I’d never fuck the shit out of you.”

It was your turn to wrap a hand around his neck to restrain his breathing. “If you cum and I didn’t, that means I fucked the hell out of you.”

“Oh yeah?” He was enjoying this. Heck, he was getting excited at how you were getting rougher with him. He didn’t even hold back from kneading your bosom, squeezing and massaging the rounded mass before his mouth sucked on one of your tits. Despite your silent moans, you didn’t stop from grinding your hips through it all. “Did you forget how I fucked you hard enough last time that you limped around the estate?”

You wanted to stop the heat that permeated through your cheeks. This was not the time for him to dominate you. “N-No.” You grabbed his jaw and forced him to look up at your stern eyes. “Open your mouth.”

“What—” At once, you placed two fingers inside his mouth and made him suck your digits to silence his nonsense. Your intention was to be in control but you were ridiculously aroused at how deep he took your fingers.

“See? That shut you up,” you said, pressing your knees on the mattress so you could start thrusting your hips against his cock. Each collision of your buttocks and his groin earned a titillating sound that bounced back from the fusuma walls. “Ngh, yes. That’s so good.”

You’ve pulled your fingers out of his mouth as you increased your pace against his hardened shaft. It took you by surprise when he grabbed a fistful of your hair and forced your face down to meet his lips for a kiss. A kiss that involved tongue the minute your lips were enveloped on each other—lapping, swirling, and moving in harmony. You wondered if the slurping sounds were loud enough to be heard from outside, but you were definitely certain that the sudden hard contact for when his palm spanked your bum was what could have woken up the entire estate.

“Fuck—!”

“That’s for being such a brat,” he jeered, lazily watching you bounce on his cock like a pillow prince. Your lips were parted to release the moans that you were trying so hard to keep. “You enjoy how my cock’s stretching your sweet pussy, do you?”

His vulgar words suffused your cheeks with a blush of embarrassment. “Sh-Shut up.”

Why do men act like gods whenever they’re fucking someone?

“Eyes on me when I talk, you whore,” he commanded, pulling on your hair until you could feel a burning stretch on your scalp. “What do you think daddy’s gonna do when he finds out you’re fucking your brother?”

You couldn’t think straight because of the euphoric wave that hit your body when his tip reached your most sensitive spot. Even more, your breasts have gone sore from the rapid jostling. “I-I d-don’t know. Mm—fuck. Fuck.”

“You think he’s gonna demonize me for it?” he casually asked as if seeing you whimpering from his cock was his own entertainment. “If anything, he’s gonna put the blame on you for being the slut that you are. Seducing your brother every night to fulfill your fantasy? How scandalous. He’ll just side with me, you know?”

You rolled your eyes, not because of the pleasure but because of your growing ire. “You talk... too much, asshole.”

The man only cared to shrug and flipped yourselves on the mattress. Everything went by in a blink of an eye while you were still trying to recover from the intensity of his thrusts, later to realize that he was putting you in all fours so he could raw-dog you from behind.

“At least I don’t have the habit of saying the most nauseating things.” He was quick to slam his cock back in once he got into a comfortable position. You were fisting the sheets, holding back your moans as he began plowing your cunt unforgivably. You could feel him stretching your bum just to see how deep his cock was going in inside of your swollen cunt and the sight of it earned a raspy moan from him. “Fuck. You think a woman should lead the clan?” he reminded you of your words earlier. “You’re all just holes made for us to fill in every night.”

This man was absolutely revolting. “Y-You never fail t-to disgust me with your words. A-Aah—! Slow d-down!”

The sound of his chuckle slithered through your ears like an insult. “In that sense, I never fail at anything,” he corrected, digging his nails on your flesh as he held your hips tighter against his crotch. His entire cock was going in and out of your folds in a rough pace, allowing you to rest your head above the pillow as he continued to fuck you from behind. “I’m simply the best and you are inferior to everything that I am.”

For fuck’s sake.

“Maybe that’s how Gojou-sama feels whenever he sees you, too,” you mocked in return, well aware that mentioning Satoru and addressing the man with respect would rile your precious brother up.

You were successful as you expected because not only did Naoya’s thrusts got harsher, he also pulled you by the jaw to have you look at his menacing eyes. “Say what?”

You lazily grinned, eyes half-lidded as you uttered a response, “Do you really want me to repeat it?”

You won the game when you saw how tight his jaws have clenched. Only, he was becoming merciless with his thrusts when he adjusted his hips to rut into you like there was no tomorrow. Your legs were beginning to shake and your cunt was becoming sore. You knew that ecstasy was a minute away from reaching the outburst of your orgasm.

“I dare you say it to my face again,” he challenged through gritted teeth, ramming your clamped walls in an inane speed that left the both of you crying of immense pleasure. “Fuck. I’m close—!”

You were, too. However, unlike him, you had the ability to hold it for a minute more so you could watch him desperately pulling out and turning you towards him as he jerked himself off on your chest. He released his warm cum all over your tits concurrent to the series of cusses that he sputtered.

“You came so much,” you groaned, seeing the amount of jism that he ejaculated on you. Immediately, you snatched the box of tissues to wipe yourself off while Naoya was panting in bed. His hands were pressed against the mattress as he reclined his back, eyes looking at the ceiling to recover from reaching his high. The sight of it had you laughing. “You’re really pathetic.”

The daggers he sent your way as he glared at you was too intense, but you remained unfazed. “The fuck did you say?”

You tossed the cum-stained tissues on the nearby bin and got up, quickly feeling the warmth of the tatami flooring as your soles landed on the woven rush. “I said,” you lifted his chin up, “you look pathetic. One, I didn’t cum. Two,” you halted as you picked up his clothes and flung it to him, “get the hell out of my room.”

His face was full of humor and disbelief. “You think you can go around saying that bullshit to me? You’re a woman.”

“And you’re a man who can’t even make a woman cum.” Elated on the inside to see his ego crumble into pieces, you sheathed yourself with a robe and gazed down at him with a deriding smirk. “Men like you have no rights. It’s better to stay in your lane, nii-chan.”

[suguwu]

rules of engagement

all’s fair in love and war.

you have no intention of marrying zen’in naoya.

he finds this out the hard way.

pairing: naoya zen’in x f!reader 

wc: 3.5k

notes: i used terminology from omiai for this but it is in fact run very differently from omiai, which i am hand-waving by virtue of sorcery clans doing things differently, which i have Thoughts about.

warnings: 18+ for allusions/mentions of smut. one brief pov change, naoya is his own warning, misogyny, arranged marriages & (failed) arranged marriage negotiations, parental death from a vague illness & a brief non-explicit deathbed scene, borderline dubcon kissing(?) and a brief moment of dubcon touching, pregnancy mentions/mild descriptions throughout. 

“She’s old,” Naoya drawls, tossing the rirekisho aside. “Thought ya were supposed to be good at this.”

“Zen’in-sama,” the nakōdo says, wincing, “she’s not that much older than you a—”

“Ya deaf? She’s old. Next one.”

The nakōdo hands over the next rirekisho silently.

Naoya slides the picture out first; pretty is the most basic of his requirements.

And you are pretty. There’s a hazy familiarity to you, too, especially with the way the silk of your hōmongi drapes over your form. The understated wisteria motif sweeps over your shoulder like a path, and he follows the soft cascade of flowers to the swell of your breasts. Perfectly accented, perfectly framed.

But it’s the sweet timidity to the tilt of your lips that snares his attention.

It’s easy to imagine you wide-eyed in his bed, being molded to his touch, his wants, his needs. He can shape you as a sculptor does clay.

Because Naoya knows you’re malleable. The promise of it is in the elegant positioning of your hands, the downward tilt of your shining eyes. He can press you into easy compliance, leave his fingerprints on more than just your skin.  

“What clan’s she part of?”

The nakōdo straightens in his seat, his slender shoulders unknotting, just a bit. He names your clan with an expression that’s likely more hopeful than he means it to be.

“Tch. Not the best lineage,” Naoya grumbles.

The name serves to clear the fogginess, though, and the familiarity becomes a set of brief memories - you behind your father, your eyes hidden beneath the fan of your eyelashes, a soft greeting spilling from your lips with a perfect bow. The pearly sheen of your kimono glimmering as you step back to let the men pass, your hands elegantly folded. It’s the type of quiet obedience in a woman that’s harder and harder to find these days, to his disgust.

It doesn’t completely erase that your clan falls a bit short, but you’ve clearly been raised correctly.

He scans the rest of your rirekisho idly, pausing at your highlighted cursed technique. More powerful than he’d thought, and familiar, too. “That’s her technique? You're tellin’ me that she’s got Threefold?”

“Yes, she’s one of the few to inherit it.”

“What a waste, a woman gettin’ that.”

“She’s a Grade Two sorcerer, and it’s likely she’ll eventually receive the recommendations for Grade One.”

Naoya raises a brow. “What’s that matter fer? She’ll be at home.”

“Yes, of course, Zen’in-sama.”

Naoya glances over the rirekisho again, taking in the rate of inherited techniques appearing, both yours and the techniques of clans that have married into your family. Higher than he would have thought. You’re fertile, too, if the birth rate in your clan holds true. You would give him plenty of strong sons.

He considers your stomach growing heavy with his child, rounding like ripe, sweet fruit, that same docile little smile on your lips. The idea of it coils hot in his chest, spreads beneath his skin like forest fire.

He brushes his thumb against the edge of your picture.

“She’ll do,” he says. “Tell her clan.”

The cicadas are calling.

Their song echoes through the courtyard, lingering melancholy in the twilight. An eerie, haunting choir. You stare out into the courtyard as it darkens, the heavy blooms of the luxuriant flowers going dusky, deepening into rich plum silhouettes as the shadows stretch.

Light spills around you, golden and without warmth. You listen to the cicadas, to the encompassing hum of them. Your fingers ache. They’ve gone wooden, stiffened around the fabric they’re knotted in. You pull in a soft breath as you let go of your yukata, flexing your fingers carefully. You smooth away the wrinkles you’ve left behind.

Your name rattles in your father’s chest.

The engawa creaks as you rise. Your uncles step out of your path as you enter the room, their eyes downcast; your cousin moves away to let you settle at your father’s side. The cloth your uncle hands you has the ocean’s touch in it, all deep, cold water.

“Father,” you say, laying the cloth over his clammy forehead. “You called for me?”

His gaze is cloudy, but it does little to reduce its strength. “I’d ask if you are prepared for this weight,” he says, “but I know better.”

“Good.”

He wheezes a laugh at your bluntness; the curve of his lips is unbearably fond. “Show the other clans those who have always been our backbone,” he tells you. “For all of the women who came before you.”

Across the room, your aunt’s eyes are dark, polished stone, gleaming in the low light. There is a hunger crackling beneath her skin.

“I will,” you tell your father, but it is your aunt’s gaze that you hold. “I will.”

Her smile is full of teeth.

“What will you do?” your father asks.

“About?”

“The Zen’in clan’s offer.”

In the cavernous quiet, the cicadas’ song filters through the shoji.

When you close your eyes, Zen’in Naoya’s name is seared behind your eyelids, the kanji firework bright. He lingers in your memory too—the sharp cut of his jaw; the elegant swoop of his eyeliner, a bird’s wing curve; the gold of his hair, like the autumn wheat fields; the smug curl of his lip.

There’s a certain type of power in conservative propriety. If you’re quiet, demure, men shroud you with their dismissal. Blind themselves to you, until you can step wraith-like into their world, pulling threads of information close and spooling them around your fingers. You weave them together and whisper a tapestry of politics into your father’s ear.

It comes at a cost. In your quiet compliance, the softest parts of you are on display, and there is a reason that tender morsels are coveted.

You know what men like Naoya see in you.

He’d watched you once, as you’d silently poured tea for a meeting of the clans at your estate. You’d kept your hands steady even with the heat of his sly eyes tracing over your figure. He’d lingered at the arch of your wrists, the softness of your hips.

Was startin’ ta think that there weren’t any pretty women who knew to keep their mouths shut anymore, he'd said to the table. Good ta know some still know their place.

You know what you would lose to him.

Zen’in Naoya’s name sounds like teeth clicking shut around you.

You take your father’s hand in yours, press your lips against the blazing, papery skin of his knuckles. “I won’t let them swallow us,” you murmur.

Swallow me, you think.

He studies you. “I might have.”

“No,” you say, matter-of-fact. “I wouldn’t have let you.”

His eyes crinkle at the corners, his laugh lines etched deep.  “True,” he concedes. His voice cracks, like river ice breaking beneath spring’s unyielding advance. He turns his head, as if it hides the way his muscles go taut, cording against the pain. You blink away the tears before they can truly form.

Your aunt comes to kneel with you. She puts a hand on your knee, her touch heavy with tenderness, and part of you takes refuge in it.

Together, you wait.

Only a few hours later, your kinsmen bow low to you. The curve of their backs remind you of weeping willow branches: slender, flexible, durable. You allow yourself a single unsteady breath.

You rise to your feet as the head of your clan.

“Zen’in-sama,” the manservant says, hesitating for a brief moment at the shoji. “We’ve received an answer regarding the clan’s offer of an arranged marriage, now that the new clan head has been confirmed.”

“Took ‘em long enough,'' Naoya scoffs. “Have the women start preparin’, then. I don’t wanna be bothered with it.”

“Ah,” the manservant says, his voice wavering. “Zen’in-sama, I’m afraid they’ve said no.”

Naoya stills.

“What?”

“Zen’in-sama! Please, if you would just wait—”

“I ain’t waiting,” Naoya snaps, already halfway down the engawa. He’s waited long enough, hindered by begrudging respect for your clan’s mourning period. “Where is she?”

The servant hurries after him, sweat beading at his brow. “Zen’in-sama, please. Y-you can’t—”

“Where is she.”

The servant flinches, and shows him.

When he slams the shoji open, he spots you immediately, tucked away near the far wall. You’re settled on your knees by a low table, flowers strewn across it, a wildflower meadow all the brighter against the obsidian of your mofuku kimono. You’re plucking at the verdant leaves of a thin branch with careful intention, stripping them away to better frame the dainty clusters of pearly flowers.

Your kinsmen come to their feet. It’s a finely-honed reaction, a quicksilver slip into loose, defensive positions around you. Better than he’d expected from a lower clan. Absolutely worthless against him, but still of note, something to tuck away.

“Out,” Naoya orders, his eyes on you. They hesitate. “Now.”

“Leave us, please,” you say to your kinsmen, without even deigning to glance up at them.

This time, they do not hesitate.

It burns, seeing men respond so quickly to a command from a woman. To see them honor your command over his. The only balm is that your kinsmen bow to him first, and they bow deeply.

The shoji slides shut with a little click. You still haven’t looked up from your work, your fingers wrapped firmly around the thin, flower-laden branch as you use the heat of your hands to mold it. You are patient with it, soft with it, but there is iron to you. You do not yield until the wood curves. It bends to your will, forced beneath a gentle hand.

It’s spirea, he realizes. Victory.

Coincidence, maybe, but it sears through him anyway, twists ugly and hot beneath his skin.

“Zen’in-sama,” you say, and for all that your measured composure pricks at him, the deference of his title between your lips, sweet on your tongue, satisfies more than he’d thought. You set down the delicate foliage and turn your attention to him. “To what do we owe this honor?”

Like this, hands folded prettily on your lap and your voice a spring brook, soft and flowing, he remembers why he found you an excellent candidate to be graced with the gift of being his wife.

“Ya know why I’m here,” Naoya bites out. “Because ya seem to have misunderstood what yer answer is.”

You look docile. On the surface, you have all the delicate tenderness of a fawn on the verge of fleeing, aware of your place in this dangerous world.

But you meet his eyes steadily, coolly. A predator’s challenge.

“Zen’in-sama,” you say. “I think it may be you that misunderstands. No woman in my clan will have you, least of all me.”

It takes him a moment to register the bite of your words, cloaked as they are in the gentle cadence of your voice. He rounds the low table with a few quick strides. You don’t move. You gaze up at him from your knees, poised and unyielding. Part of his rage splits off into lightning, a bolt of heat that crackles through him.

“Have me?” he snarls. “No, you’ll serve me, and yer gonna thank me for it. Yer uncles shoulda taken you in hand the second ya tried to make a decision.”

“I’m the head of my clan,” you say mildly. You rise to your feet with honeyed grace. “All decisions are mine to make, in the end. Including marriage offers.”

“Ya really think you can say no? To me?”

You blink. Naoya watches the slow sweep of your eyelashes, the soft curl of them like unfurling summer ferns. It’s demure, that little blink. And yet, beneath the fan of your lashes, the delicacy of them, your eyes are wintry. His fingernails bite little crescent moons into his palms, pinpricks of pain.

You’re his. You’ve belonged to him from the moment your name was written down as a prospect, since you were offered up to him like freshly plucked fruit, ripe and sweet. His for the taking, his to consume.

The only one who doesn’t seem to realize it is you.

“I don’t think I can say no to you, Zen’in-sama,” you say coolly. “I know I can.”

You look at him, and the silk of you unfurls to show the iron beneath.

“I already have.”

He catches you by the chin, long, heavy fingers splaying out across your jaw. The startled little noise you make—a hiccuping, breathy gasp—curls through him, sparks more heat to simmer beneath his skin. He tightens his grip without thought. Presses his fingers harder into the plump flesh of your cheeks, just enough to make your lips part.

You’re warm. Gently so, like early spring sun, and to Naoya’s frustration, he likes it. Likes the way the heat of you soaks into his fingertips as he forces you to look at him.

“Ya don’t wanna test me like this,” he snarls. “I’m being generous. Marryin’ me? Carryin’ my heirs? It’s an honor fer a nothin’ clan like yers.”

You laugh. It resonates against the pads of his fingers. A sweet, polite little laugh that slides between his ribs, a bone shard sound that’s sharper than any whetted blade.  

“Yes, it is,” you agree. “And yet, my answer is no.”

“I can take yer clan apart.”

“It would gain you nothing.”

His fingers flex against your jaw. You suck in a soft breath, and he feels it, the flutter in your cheeks as they hollow out for a second.

Your breath is ghosting across his lips, heated little puffs of air. He’s drawn you closer without realizing it. Your lips are still parted, and there’s something about that little sheen of wetness in that tiny gap. The hint of the soft pink of your tongue.

“Yer mine,” Naoya growls, and then he’s pushing forward, catching you in a biting kiss. You make a little noise of surprise, and he swallows it down, greedy for more. He lets go of your jaw to curl a hand around the nape of your neck. He uses it to mold you to his desire, to make you yield to him. His kiss is devouring.

But you’re kissing back.

He’s unforgiving, even though you’re soft against him, your mouth lush and warm. Your hands knot in the front of his kimono. But you do nothing, as if you can’t even think of anything but clinging to him. He can feel the surrender in you, and the possessive thing lurking behind his ribs snarls.  

You’re panting into his mouth now, all those polite, keen-edged words of yours trapped beneath his tongue. He’s silenced you. It curls hot in his chest and arrows down his spine.

He tightens his grip. He wants his fingerprints to sink through your skin, into the marrow of you, so that every inch of you is his. He’ll fuck that infuriating aloofness right out of you, until your lashes are clumped into damp spikes, until you’re whimpering for him. He’ll fill your pretty cunt with his cum, over and over again, until you’re dripping with him.

He’ll remind you what you’re made for.

Naoya pins you back against the wall, knocking your grip on his clothes loose. He pushes a hand beneath the heavy silk of your kimono to palm your tit roughly. You fit perfectly into his hand, your skin soft despite the raspy cotton of your hadajuban, the only thing still shielding you from his touch.

You catch him by the wrist.

“Enough,” you say, pulling back as far as you can with the wall behind you, your lips spit-slick and swollen. You’re panting, but even still, your composure holds.

Naoya wants to shatter it.

He squeezes at your tit, molds it in his palm. You make a quiet noise that nestles itself into his chest like an ember. “Ya don’t sound like you’ve had enough,” he sneers.

Your fingers tighten, compressing on his wrist like iron. You’re stronger than he thought; it aches, like a bruise being pressed.

“Tell me, Zen’in-sama,” you say, eyes glittering. “What do you think the clans will think of you, should they learn that a nothing clan spurned you? Wouldn’t even give you one of their daughters - you, the heir to the Zen’in clan?”

He digs his fingers into the softness of your breast. “They’d never listen to ya.”

“Are you sure, Zen’in-sama?”

He isn’t. The three great clans are always chasing the scent of each others’ blood, circling like sharks. And the exact reasons he chose you are what would make it believable—the power of your technique; the fact that three of your aunts and cousins have birthed children with the inherited techniques of their husband’s families; and you yourself, with your quiet grace and pretty features.

His answer must be on his face, because you drag his hand out from underneath your kimono.

You smooth the silk back into place. He watches the way your fingers press delicately into the black material, his own fingers flexing at his side as his mind races.

There is a quiet, reverent call of your title.

You turn towards the servant lingering near the shoji. The girl’s dark eyes flutter between you and Naoya, taking in how close you are.

“Yes?” you prompt.

“Ah,” the girl says, bowing low. “Please forgive my disruption, but the head of the Inumaki clan has arrived.”

“Inumaki-san,” you say, brushing past Naoya to greet the man lingering just beyond the shoji, ignoring Naoya’s quiet snarl. “Please, forgive me. I’m afraid we lost track of time. Come, please sit.”

Inumaki inclines his head to you as he steps inside. His attention flickers to Naoya next, and he bows low. Naoya pays him little mind, his focus on you and the way your obi is just slightly askew from his hands.

You turn your attention back to him, that cool, gracious serenity shrouding you like a veil. Naoya grits his teeth.

“Thank you, Zen’in-sama, for your condolences,” you say, as you dip into a shallow, polite bow. He itches to force you lower. “It was kind of you to come all this way. We are honored. Kimura will take you to your things.”

He clicks his tongue, all too aware of Inumaki’s presence. He gives the other man a short nod before crossing the room with sharp, menacing strides.

Naoya halts next to you, wrapping a tight hand around your bicep. Your warmth soaks through the silk, and something curdles sour in his chest. He leans in close, his lips hovering by your ear. “This ain’t over,” he hisses.

You peer at him through your lashes, your lips curving slightly, a tranquil crescent moon of a smile.

“Yes, Zen’in-sama,” you say quietly. “It is.”

And then you slip through his fingers, just as you have this entire time.

Naoya leaves your estate with fury brewing in his chest like a summer storm, dark and heavy.

He is not used to his possessions evading his grasp.

But you are young, a woman, and inexperienced. It will not take long for your clan to begin to collapse beneath you. Naoya is not a patient man, but he can recognize when time is on his side. You’ll kneel to him, and he’ll train that willfulness out of you, until you’re the perfect, pliant wife that you masquerade as.

In the end, it will be easy.

It is not easy.

Naoya grits his teeth as you sweep into the clans meeting for the first time. You’re clad in a silk kimono of exquisite make. It’s the soft color of the pearly dawn, tailored to you perfectly. It is not far from something he would have put you in. Feminine and elegant.

In this room, it is a statement.

It is you who goes to sit at the table. Not him. His father’s presence prevents it. And so he watches you, prim and pretty, settle between two of the other clan heads. The men acknowledge you quietly, inquiring politely about your recently received recommendations for promotion. You cover your embarrassed little laugh behind a manicured hand.

Your rise in jujutsu society has been meteoric. He’s heard it all—how you have threads of information spooled around your fingertips; how your sweet, sharp tongue spins them into shield and sword alike; the masterful way that you wield your technique.

You still fall short of the Zen’in clan’s political sway, but you are infuriatingly evasive.

Your eyes find his, and the small smile that curls across your lips cuts hot through him. It’s a sweet little curve, and it is full of teeth.

He sneers. Your smile grows sharper.  

You only look away from him when the clan head next to you murmurs something. You turn your head with your usual grace. Naoya clenches his fists, his chest flaring white-hot as he sees it.

There’s a sprig of spirea tucked into your hair.

[tobiotetsu]

strays

chapter one: sit 

pairing: Tojixf!reader, ft Naoya

genre: angst, 18+, NSFW, age gap, cheating, a teaspoon of fluff

Summary: In the jujutsu world, they hate to see a woman thrive. They’d do anything to tie her down to marriage to make her incapable of succeeding. So when the Zen’in clan sees a woman associated with their rival clan, the Gojos, who’s a young successful jujutsu sorcerer capable of creating change in their wicked society, they try to break her down. Unfortunately for the Zen’in’s, their very own stray has his sights set on her.

word count: 4.3k

chapter warnings: violence, naoya being himself, grammar mistakes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

a/n: I have such a fat toji brain rot rn so I decided to write a series for him. lets see if I’ll finish this one! feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated<3 hope you enjoy!  (the lovely fan art i used for the header is from @ jj59u on twitter!)

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You could swear you saw stars spinning as you hit the ground. You were definitely rusty but this? This was too much. Maki and Megumi handed you your ass more times than you could count.

“You know you’re supposed to be our teacher right? What were you even doing in Morocco?” Megumi said as he extended his arm to you.

“I went to check up on Yuuta, Megumi, I’m sorry I didn’t train every second” you spat out at him with an eye roll. He responded with a disappointed stare and turned away.

You knew he was only saying those things for your best interest. And the worst part was he was right. You couldn’t afford to be rusty, not when you had a complicated tie to one of the big three clans and especially not when you were a female jujutsu sorcerer.

“Gojo said you’re taking us today!” you’re brought back from your thoughts as Maki shouted across the room. “Something about him and a far more important affair than taking the next generation to their doom.”

You let out a small laugh. Of course, Gojo would leave you to drive Maki and Megumi to this month’s monthly Zen’in meeting. Even though they didn’t associate with their clan, their blood held power that could never be taken away. A blood claim was the highest claim that could be made, therefore to save them from future chaos with exiled members, they pretend to be on good terms with them. If they did not attend these meetings, it could result in death. The only one to never attend was Megumi's father but apparently, he was known as a “special case”. The Zen’in clan was the definition of playing dirty, so to avoid the worst, Gojo advised both his Zen’in students to attend such meetings without resistance.

“Of fucking course he did”

You hated wearing kimonos. Ever since you wear a little girl, it was the one thing you despised the most. You prefer to wear something comfortable and accessible for fighting. Megumi looked at you from the passenger seat and noticed your frustrations.

“I hate them too” he offers a light smile as he tries to make up for the earlier events. You return a simple smile back to him as you pull up to the Zen’in’s main estate. You looked at Megumi as he starts to fidget with his hands awaiting the hell they’re about to enter. If you were maybe ten years older, you would believe that he was your son. He was very similar to you in more ways in one which helped you connect to him when you became a teacher at the school. Right when you joined, you took both the Zen’in outcasts in your arms naturally.

“If you guys want me to come earlier to pick you up, just call me, okay?” you reassure them as you all exit from the parked car. As you make your way to the   front doors of the estate, you were greeted by some of the Zen’in clan’s caretakers. The three of you synchronously bow your heads in respect and thank them for their hosting your students. This was usually the part where you’d make your way back to your car and escape the terrifying grounds but, sadly not this time.

“Thank you for coming Megumi kun, Maki chan and y/n san, please enter” the three of your bowed heads snap up in synch with the same expression plastered on your faces. The Zen’in never extended entry to these meetings to anyone without their blood.

“Excuse me, I just came to drop Maki chan and Megumi Kun here, sorry for the interruption,” you say trying to justify the potential accidental invitation.

“No please, the head Naobito Zenin himself is waiting for your arrival” 

You didn’t think it was even possible for your faces to look more confused than they actually did till those words left her mouth. What the fuck? You turn to look at Maki and Megumi beside you to make sense of the situation but they’re as dumbfounded as you.

You hesitantly enter with your two students into a den of snakes, knowing damn well you did not belong. Eyes lingered on your figure as you walked by the dim halls. As far as you knew, you weren’t the secret love child of a Zen’in, so why were you being escorted to see the head of the clan?

The lady escorting you stopped in front of a door that you assumed held the most important person in the house. She bowed her head down wishing you and only you to enter.

The room was equally as dark as the hall you entered from. The only thing lighting the area were the lamps lined against the perimeter. You lowered your head to the man in front of you, only acknowledging him, no the figure standing beside him.

“Sit” It was the first time you heard the head of the Zen’in clan’s voice. It was hard, cold and it caused you to crumble under the pressure. You immediately comply and sit in front of him. You dare to raise your head to see the faces in front of you, Naobito Zen’in and standing beside him was a tall man who had yellow hair with green tips. If you weren’t mistaken, that was Maki’s cousin, a misogynistic, classist idiot who couldn’t stand Maki because of her lack of cursed energy.

“Thank you for coming today, we spoke to the Gojo clan and they agreed that this would be the best decision” Naobito spoke which future drove your confusion.

“Excuse me head of the  Zen’in clan, I truly do not know the reason for my invitation,” your usual strong voice sounds pathetic right now. 

“You are arranged to become my wife,” Naoya says nonchalantly as if it wasn’t a big deal. As if marriage wasn’t a deadly bond forged by two people to ruin their lives.

“WHAT?” A roar comes out of your throat as you shoot up to your feet. “NO”

“Sit, y/n” Naobito ordered. His stern voice nearly cuts your will. It takes everything in you not to comply.

“Why? Why me? What do you want from me?” You ask frantically still holding your stance.

“HE SAID SIT YOU DAMN DOG” Naoya shouted at you before his father raised his hand signalling him to halt.

“The Gojo clan and ours made a deal. Since you are not a proper member of the clan we wanted to get you off their hands and they agreed,” Naobito said calmly as if this was a normal occurrence.

You were about to wring Gojo’s throat.

“I refuse. I have never had any intentions of marrying anyone in my life and they aren’t going to change now.” You turn to exit the room and get the fuck out of this place, but a rough hand grabbed your wrist for dear life.

“You’re just a bitch the Gojo family picked up because you’re a half breed. Nothing else, so sit like the good dog you are.” He spat out as his grip tightened.

“I may be a dog, but I sure ain’t yours” you spat right back at him and twisted out of his iron-hard grip then ran out the door and into the halls of the estate. You didn’t know where you were going but you never stopped. 

Did Gojo really do this to you? Did the higher-ups? 

All because they refuse to see a woman in power. Anger bubbled through your veins as you start running faster down halls that look the same as the ones you passed. You were lost and didn’t know how to get out of this maze from hell.

As you turned into a smaller hall you ran straight into a hard wall, toppling over. You curse your damn Kinomo for dragging which you assumed caused your tumble. As you sit up, you get a view of what you ran into. It definitely wasn’t a wall because it made a rough grunt as you ran into him. A tall muscular man wearing all black with a bag over his shoulders turned towards you. His face was almost a mirror of yours, pure annoyance and anger.

What caught you off guard was his appearance, he had straight black hair down to the nape of his neck, a strong prominent jawline with a matching set of emerald green eyes, which had reminded you of Megumi’s. He was the first Zen’in who had the same appearance as Megumi. Maybe they were of a close relation? Your head was spinning too much to care about that right now, all you wanted was to get out of this maze from hell.

“The fuck?” a deep voice pulls you from your dazed state. The man in front of you looked down at you, his face contorted in disgust.

Patience has never been your strong suit, that tied with your annoyance with this situation caused you to break.

“What?” You shot back at him with the same energy he threw at you. His reaction indicated that he never expected to come out of your mouth. “No apology?” he said with a raised brow.

“Like I owe you shit,” you say as you pull yourself from the ground and brushing off the dirt from your kimono.

“s’cuse me?” his voice raised, he sounded absolutely terrifying but it didn’t seem to matter to you. You basically just told the head of the Zen’in clan to fuck off. All these damn Zen’ins with their superiority complexes.

“All you fucking people seem to think you’re high and mighty because you’re a part of some big shot clan. You Zen’ins condemn anyone you see as inferior and you despise women. Well, screw your apology and screw you. I. Don’t. Owe. You. Shit. Did you hear that?” You spit out harshly, making sure to annunciate each syllable.

You take a deep breath after finishing your sentence but it’s immediately knocked out of you as the large man in front of you grabs you by your wrists and slams you hard into the wall.  

“You know you got a big mouth for a lady, most guys don’t like a loud woman,” he says looking down at you, hair covering his eyes. His body easily holds yours down. Fuck. You really should have trained in morocco.

Panic. That’s all that you’re feeling as you didn’t know what he would do next. You try to speak but, no words come out; not even air from your lungs escapes.

frozen.

A scoff escapes the man as he opens his mouth to say something but immediately stops. His eyes linger on your right wrist that the previous Zen’in grabbed. A few inches under where his hand laid, a dark burgundy bruise paints your skin, a fresh bruise that happened minutes before.

Your arms drop at his release. anger, shame, fear. Your head drops, eyes glued to the ground as your back rests against the cool brick wall. Part of you keeps your head down because you don’t want to face your reality.

“What are you doing here?” the same rough voice asks you, now standing a few feet away from you. You look straight up at him. He’s leaning on the wall opposite you.

“I don’t even fucking know,” you say on your breath. “I’m just trying to get out of this hell hole.”

Something you said must have meant something to him as he pushed himself off the wall then proceeded to walk down the alleyway.

“Here” he pushed aside a stack of hay from the dead-end, revealing a wooden door. “Take a left at the end” he holds open the door for you, his other hand holding his duffle.

“And why would I trust you?” you push yourself off the wall and ask him hesitantly.

That probably was the wrong thing to say by his reaction. He lets out a small chuckle as he slams the door then walks towards you

“The fuck if I care” he says as he walks past you. By the time you turned to look at him, he was gone.

Today had become a bigger headache than you thought it would be. Screw it. You walked to the door and prayed this man wasn’t leading you to your death, but at this point, death was favourable to any Zen’in.

But you couldn’t die just yet, as you remembered you had someone’s neck to strangle.

“GOJO FUCKING SATORU” you burst into jujutsu tech screaming his name, startling him and Nanami.

“Wow, you look nice!! Did you just get ba-” before he could finish your sentence you jump on him ready to punch him square in his face. “You really sent me to get married to Naoya Zen’in??” you scream as the two of youtumble on the ground. Unfortunately, your already weakened body is like play dough in Gojo's hands. He easily gets out of under you and has you pinned. It was the third time this day you had beaten and cornered.

“Huh?? You’re getting married?” he said confused as he let go of you.

After nearly 30 minutes of explaining the situation to Gojo and Nanami, you decide to retreat to the training grounds on the perimeter of jujutsu tech. You had spent the day getting beaten and battered by men all day. The frustration in you started to make your blood boil. Megumi was right, when did you become so weak?

You don’t know how much time passed, you’d been training harder than you ever had in months. You knew your potential and that you were yet to be there. 

Strength training, weights, HIIT, boxing, you went through them like Gojo went through his mochi. Sweat poured down your face as you kept punching the sand bang in front of you. They say to imagine your worst enemy's face for the best results but you couldn’t choose. 

The Zen’ins? Naoya? The Gojo clan? Yourself?

Exhaustion took over as repeated blows landed on the bag. The large panel of glass that served as the fourth wall of the training room glistened as the moonlight hit it. You tear your boxing gloves and grab your water as you make your way to it. The dark night has taken over with only the moon being the only source of light. It seemed peaceful, quiet; the complete opposite of your brain at the moment.

You closed your eyes, hoping when you open them your problems will be solved.  You won’t have to deal with the Zenin’s or Gojo’s, just that everything will be okay.

A fool’s thought.

A sad chuckle comes out of you as you open your eyes slowly. Nothing changed, still here at 11:12 pm on a weekday. Still in a shit hole with no way to get out.

“You call that a punch?”

Your head whips to the door of the training room. Head almost touching the archway of the door, there stands the man you met a few hours earlier in a dark alley. The lamps surrounding the room lit up his face so you could actually see him this time. The scar on the right side of his mouth looks much deeper than a scratch now. He looked even scarier if it were possible.

“What are you doing here?” shooting him the same question he asked you a few hours ago.

“Just came to visit someone, m’not stalking” he held his hands up in surrender.

 A sudden rush of nervousness takes over your body. The realization of how bitter you were to him came to you.You took out all your anger on someone whom you didn’t even know the name of.

“Hey, I’m sorry about earlier, I didn’t mean to take out my anger on you” you didn’t bother bowing with your apology, he didn’t seem like the type to be offended if you didn’t. Plus you weren’t very presentable in the first place; sweat-drenched hair and fabric clinging to your body.

“I really don’t give a fuck, m not a Zen’in” the monotonous words spat out of his mouth with ease. He truly seemed like he didn’t care. You shrug your shoulders as a response and took a swing at your water bottle.

Deep down even more guilt festered in you for assuming he was a part of that vile clan. But in your defence, he did look the part.

The only thing the Zen’in clan were blessed with was their looks. They were all great taking. Different shades of dark green and black hair with striking eyes and facial features. Exactly like the man in front of you. 

He was hot. Like very hot. But he seemed old enough to be a teacher to you.  Older than Gojo but definitely younger than Yaga.

“So who are you visiting?” Gloves slide back onto your hands as you readied yourself to start resuming your workout.

“And why do I have to tell you?” he clearly hated small talk.

“Well If you don’t wanna talk then leave” your voice matched his; chillingly cold. You start swinging at the sandbag in front of you hoping that he would take the hint to bid you adieu.

“Then I would miss your shitty punches. You’ve been doing that for the last 10 minutes. if you’re trying to kill someone with 78 punches keep going!” a sarcastic smile danced on his scarred lips.

He must be trying to get a rise out of you at this point. His smile turns into a smirk as he sees the annoyed look on your face.

He drops his crossed arms and walks towards you. Unconsciously you straighten yourself as much as you can, not wanted to look small against him. But with fail you did. He was huge; measuring to approximately 6ft with a build like a professional wrestler. He walked behind you and ghosts his hands around your body.

“It’s all in the stance, you’re not distributing your weight evenly.” he kicks apart your feet forcing your left foot to stand in front of the right.

“Remember your center of gravity is here” one of his hands lightly touched you right under your belly button. Even though it was gentle, his hands were anything but. You could feel the rough skin on his fingertips even through your clothes.

He must have felt your sharp inhale as he touched you because he moved his hand two seconds later. Something about his touch felt electrifying. You were too scared to feel it earlier when he pinned you against the wall, but now, even the smallest touch he laid on your skin made you dizzy.

He must have felt the same as he came back in. His chest was now fully touching your back as he brought his arms around your body to reposition your arms by grabbing your elbows and moving them closer to your chest.

Why was his touch so intoxicating? Maybe you were high on the ten thousand emotions going through your body right now, or maybe it’s because someone hadn’t touched you in the way he did in a year. The touches vanished as quick as they came.

“Try that,” he said stepping away from you “maybe now you’ll be able to get out of that hold from earlier”You drop your arms down to your side embarrassed by your previously frightened state.

“I could get out of that, you just caught me at a bad time” confidence you didn’t know you had left in you came out at his words.

You spoke too soon.

He slammed you against the wall, not as hard as before but equally as fast. He took both of your wrists and held them up above your head in one hand. A rough hand took your chin, tilting it to look at him.

“How about now? Get out of it now” his bright green eyes stared straight into yours. Your chest rose and fell quickly, telling him your state of him without saying a word.

In these moments you really curse your mouth for speaking without thinking it through. You were strong, but weren’t at your best right now. Even so, you doubt you’d actually be able to beat this man in a battle of strength, he was far too powerful.

“What if I don’t wanna get out of it?” another example of speaking without thinking. Yes he was clearly attractive, but you knew nothing of this man, you didn’t even know his name. But here you are hoping that his touches would never stop.

His eyebrows shot up at the sound of your words. His earlier bright eyes turned a shade darker. With one hand still binding your wrists above your head, the other grasped your face and brought your lips into his.

A deep passionate kiss. Everything in your body was going crazy. How you wanted this man to touch every single part of your body. You almost moaned as he deepened the kiss.

This was really happening, you were standing here with a man you barely knew a few hours before you got the news of your supposed arranged marriage.

His hand snaked its way down your body, roughing grabbing everything on its way down, he landed on the flesh of your hip and pulled you closer to him. This action caused your arms to swing down and wrap around his neck.

Now you really did moan. His actions felt like honey, simply cascading over your body with ease and sweetness. He grabbed the back of your thigh and brought your leg up to his waist. You were sure if you got any closer to him you would be having sex. And oh god did you want to. His rough fingers searched for your waistband and your hands pulled at his shirt signalling for him to take it off.

But before your thoughts could progress anymore, a quick sound of thunder spread through the room.

Both of you stood there, breathing heavily trying to catch your breath. Not a single word was said as you two stared into each other’s eyes.

You wish your senses didn’t kick back in. “I gotta go before it rains”

He hums agreement with your words as he steps back from you.  

Did you make the wrong choice? He was very attractive, slightly older, and a bit detached like you but, enough had happened for today, even though everything in your body was telling you the complete opposite.

“I didn’t get your name” You said to him before he walked out the door.

“Cause I didn’t give it” A  smirk tugs at his lips as he leaned on the side of the doorway.

You scoff at his words, ripping the gloves off your hands and throwing them in your bag.

“Toji, the name’s Toji” And before you looked he was gone.

As if it was on cue, the rain started to pour down on the window. A deep sigh escaped your lungs as your head swung back. Twice in a row, this man strolled into your life in the span of a few hours and he left you with a strange feeling in your core.

A hard kick comes out of you as your foot connects with the punching bag.

“shitty punches my ass”

Drenched clothes and squeaky shoes.

You wanted to avoid the rain for this exact reason, but of course, much like everything else that occurred today, it didn’t go your way.

“y/n!” a hard but kind voiced called your name from behind. It was Nanami with his briefcase in one hand and an umbrella in the other as he looked ready to leave the school. “Got caught in the rain?”

“No, I just felt like taking a shower with my clothes on” you say with a light-hearted chuckle.”

He takes a deep breath in at your response. “You know you’re very much like Gojo sometimes.”

“Oh please, it would hurt less if you called me an incompetent whore Nanami” the sarcastic words and a pout accompanied by your words made the usually stoic man break into a soft smile.

“Speaking of the devil, Gojo was called to speak to a parent of one of the kids. They might want to speak with you as well so you might want to-”

“Oh no thank you, I don’t do well with parents and I’ve had a more than eventful day.” you frantically cut him off hoping to end this day as soon as possible.

“Of course, you deserve to rest, goodnight y/n” he bids you farewell and you watch him walk until his blue umbrella disappears into the darkness.

Even though the dorms of Jujutsu Tech are pretty small and standard, your thoughts couldn’t stop dreaming of them. The teachers each have a dorm room appointed to them in case they need to spend the night at the school, and your bed was all you yearned for, but your hopes were quickly destroyed.

“Fushiguro, you really have impeccable timing, you know that right?” Gojo’s voice echoed from around the corner, right in front of your dorm’s door. He must have been talking to Megumi about something. You pray that you could squeeze through without them hassling you, but right when you walk around the corner you were stopped dead in your tracks.

“y/n! Just the lady we were looking for. Got someone for you to meet.” Gojo dragged you in by your arm so you couldn’t make a run for it. Beside him was the same tall dark and handsome man which fate brought you to meet once again.

You weren’t dumb, you were just having a bad day. If you hadn’t experienced one of the worst days of your life you might have realized that the man in front of you had identical dashing green eyes as your favourite student. You might have noticed that they had the same jet-black hair and facial structure. You even might have noticed the similarities in their voices. You mentally slam your head on the wall.

‘He was the first Zen’in who had the same appearance as Megumi.’

Of course, he had the same appearance as Megumi.

“y/n this is Fushiguro Toji, Megumi’s father”

[narumi-gens]

Take What's Yours

Zen'in Naoya x Reader

summary: Succession!AU where Naoya is the spoiled heir to the Zen'in Co. empire and you, Zen'in Co.'s general counsel, are forced to babysit.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, inappropriate workplace relationships/dynamics and a hostile work environment (obviously. it's a Succession!AU and it's Naoya), enemies with benefits, misogyny, femdom, degradation, humiliation, dirty talk, spit kink 😛, masturbation (m), filming/pictures, face slapping, Naoya being Naoya, someone should really call HR

notes: Succession comes back in a couple of weeks and all I can think about is Naoya as Roman and you as Gerri. Also, "take what's yours" was the tagline for season 1 lmao

words: 3.5k

You didn't graduate top of your class from the most prestigious law school in Japan and earn your fearsome reputation as one of the most ruthless sharks currently working in corporate law just to play babysitter to a man your fucking age as he throws a temper tantrum like a toddler.

And yet here you are, forced to listen as Naoya rants about how he thinks Naobito has been showing too much interest in "that Megumi brat."

Even though the entire floor has already gone home and you've been trying to get your work done for hours, Naoya is still sprawled out across the couch in your office as he continues to seethe over how "this company's mine by fuckin' birthright."

But when he starts to go on about how "things're gonna look a lot fuckin' different once I'm the one makin' all the decisions around here" for the third time, you lose your patience.

You furiously stand up from your chair and lift the heavy binder laid out in front of you before slamming it back onto your desk. And that finally gets him to shut up.

"Get the fuck out of my office, you whiny, useless piece of shit!" you fume. Very slowly, Naoya sits up on your couch, his crisp white button-down looking annoyingly unwrinkled despite all of the lazing around he's been doing. "No one, least of all me, wants to hear you complaining about how you're not daddy's favorite anymore."

Even in the low light of your office, illuminated only by a desk lamp and the bright screen of your computer, you can see how his eyes flash. But you've gone up against Kamo Inc. in court and won. You've overseen buyouts and hostile takeovers of companies who dared to cross Zen'in Co.

You're not scared of Zen’in Naoya.

"Ya got any idea who yer talkin' to, doll?" he asks, his voice low.

And you just fucking laugh. And laugh. And laugh.

Because really? Really?

"Do I know who I'm talking to?" you mock when your laughter finally begins to subside, something sharper, deadlier, replacing the mirth on your face. "I'm talking to an arrogant and pathetic man-child who’s never had to work a day in his life and only got where he is because of his family name.”

With each word, you take a step towards him, rounding your desk as you close the distance until a few feet separate the two of you. You’re close enough now that you can see the way his jaw is clenched.

“You wanna know why your father is looking at replacing you as the heir to his empire?” you ask casually and his gaze narrows but he remains silent. “It’s because you’re nothing but a little rich boy who doesn’t use what little brains he has before acting.”

His hands curl tightly into fists in his lap, the fury beginning to roll off of him in waves. But you can also see something else starting to appear in his eyes — something excited. And it just spurs you on.

“If Naobito leaves his legacy to you, it won’t be long before it starts to crumble.”

His shoulders are rising and falling more quickly as his breathing picks up. It would be easy to assume it’s solely because he’s angry. But you’re smarter than that. You’re sharper than that.

“I’m yer fuckin’ boss, bitch,” he finally manages to growl and you just scoff with a roll of your eyes at his attempt to threaten you. You cross your arms over your chest and cock out your hip as you return to looking at him dismissively.

“Go home, Naoya,” you tell him, your voice dripping with a mixture of disdain and condescension. “Go home and sit down in front of a fucking mirror and jerk off to your own reflection since you’re so fucking high on your own over-inflated ego. The real adults have work to do.”

He gives you a long, dark look, holding your gaze as your words hang in the air. But then the corners of his lips curl upwards into the arrogant smirk that you’re annoyingly familiar with. He relaxes against the back of your couch and folds his hands behind his head, looking the perfect picture of nonchalance with the top button of his shirt undone and his sleeves rolled up, leaving his forearms exposed.

He chuckles and the sound only irks you.

“Go home? Why would I need to go home? In case yer too blind to see it, Zen’in is written across the fuckin’ building. I own this place.”

He then pauses to take in his surroundings, his eyes roving over the interior of your office from its glass walls to your wide view of the Tokyo skyline at night to the full yet neatly arranged bookshelves. After a few moments, his eyes land back on you. When you raise an unamused eyebrow, his smirk grows.

“Y’know, maybe I’ll just jerk off right here in yer office,” he shrugs and opens his legs — already spread apart in a textbook example of manspreading — even wider, like he’s trying to emphasize his crass words. “Maybe I’ll come all over yer carpet so that ya gotta look at it every time yer in here. And maybe I’ll make ya just stand there and fuckin’ watch while I do it, sweetheart.”

But you’ve had enough. This is just another one of his temper tantrums.

“Go ahead. I’m the youngest general counsel in this company’s history. My job is to protect the company by providing legal cover for all the sick shit your family gets up to.” You clearly spell it out for him like the idiot he is.

You give him a once-over with your eyes, visibly unimpressed with what you see. However, with his legs obscenely spread so fucking wide, it’s impossible to miss the bulge in his crotch.

You’re not surprised that he’s hard, not with the way he’s looking at you. Nor are you surprised by how shamelessly he’s displaying his erection. Naoya’s always felt the need to “prove” his masculinity, like a dog peeing all over its territory.

All of it only fuels your disgust for the man who’s more than old enough to know better.

“Do you really think you can scare me into submission like one of your spineless lackeys just by threatening to wave around your dick?” you continue, making no attempt to hide your skepticism. “I’ve seen much worse than some spoiled brat getting cum stains all over his Armani pants.”

“They’re Tom Ford,” he’s quick to smugly reply, seemingly pleased that he gets to be the one to correct you. Your response is a look of boredom. “And are ya really sure about that?”

He drops his hands from behind his head to let one rest on his belt buckle while the other cups the bulge in his pants, grinning up at you as he gives it a squeeze.

“I fucking dare you,” you hiss, a look of pure ice on your face.

The tension is thick as your gazes remain locked on one another’s, each of you waiting to see who will give in first in this game of chicken that you’ve found yourselves in the middle of. But neither of you have ever been the type to back down.

So, when Naoya begins to unbuckle his belt, it’s honestly to be expected. But as the sound of his belt buckle being undone clinks in your ears, followed by the sound of him unzipping his pants, you can’t help the shock that washes over you.

He’s actually going to go through with it.

You can’t do anything other than let out a short laugh of disbelief, a wide smile on your lips.

“You’re really doing it, aren’t you?” you ask, incredulity coloring the clearly rhetorical question as he pulls his cock from his designer slacks and brazenly begins to stroke it in front of you.

Your astonishment only lasts for another moment before you’re able to brush it off, pushing it deep down alongside the arousal that threatens to shoot through you as you watch Naoya spit into his hand to make the glide of his palm on his shaft all the smoother.

“Do you really think masturbating on the couch in my office and making a mess like a little boy who can’t clean up after himself is a way to assert your dominance?” you scoff, the smile on your lips turning cruel. “Are you that stupid? Do you really think you’re in charge here?”

Normally, Naoya would respond by lashing out, throwing insult after insult your way about how “yer place ain’t in the fuckin’ board room, it’s in the bedroom on yer knees,” before giving you a greasy smile and offering to replace “the stick up yer ass with somethin’ a lot bigger, doll.”

But right now, all you can hear is the wet sound of his spit-slicked hand pumping his dick, his labored breathing, the sound of his belt clinking with each movement, and the little grunts he lets out each time he circles the tip of his cock with his thumb.

“This is why no one takes you seriously, you fucking pig,” you tell him dismissively.

You then pry your eyes away from the show playing out before you. Doing so takes much more effort than you would ever admit and you know you hide it well because a soft little moan escapes him when he sees that your attention is no longer solely focused on him.

Instead, you’re looking out of the glass walls that look out at the rest of the floor’s empty office space. It’s dark, only a few fluorescent ceiling lights remain on. It looks like the two of you are the only people left on this floor — not a surprise considering hate late Naoya’s kept you, first with his whining and now with his impromptu show.

When you finally look back at him, it’s with a soft snort and a look of disgust.

“For fuck’s sake, what do think the board, your family, your father, would say if they knew about this?” The question should bring him to his senses and snap him out of whatever trance he’s fallen into. But as always, you know better. You get paid a frankly obscene salary to know better.

“All it takes is one security guard on his rounds or one janitor coming by to empty the trash,” you point out. “And then everyone would know. They would all know that you’re just a sick fucking pig who thinks with his cock.”

His eyes have lost their anger, but none of their heat. His annoyingly handsome face is flushed and he’s biting down hard on his bottom lip. You assume that he’s doing so to keep himself from moaning, but it does nothing to prevent the low grunts and soft whimpers that escape him.

All the while, his hand never once ceases in its movements.

“Maybe I’ll cut out the middle man and just let them know myself,” you shrug before casually pulling your phone out of your pocket and holding it up to thoughtfully look at it. “If just a single picture falls into the wrong hands then you can kiss any delusions you have about being named CEO goodbye.”

You look back to Naoya just in time to see the way his hips jerk up from the couch in excitement, a desperate little, “fuck,” leaving his lips. You’re careful to maintain your apathetic facade as you open the camera on your phone and point it directly at him.

“Well, Naoya?” you prompt, your thumb hovering over the record button. “Feel like taking a risk tonight?”

Just as you expected, Naoya begins to nod wildly without even taking a moment to consider the consequences of what he’s so eagerly agreeing to. It probably has something to do with the way his cock is leaking into his hand as he quickens its pace.

But it’s all the consent you need to hit record. You glance down to ensure that he’s perfectly framed on your screen before returning your attention to him.

Only for a dangerous look to pass over your face when you look back up to see that he’s closed his eyes and dropped his head to rest against the back of the couch.

“No,” you’re quick to scold, the single word sharp and heated enough to make his hand come to an immediate halt. His chest is heaving as he raggedly pants for air. “Eyes on me.”

He takes a minute, seemingly letting your words sink in before his eyes slowly open. You see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows. And then finally, he lifts his head back up and brings his gaze back to yours.

“Look at that. You do know how to be a good boy and do as you’re fucking told,” you muse and the praise, even when it’s dripping in condescension — or more likely because it’s dripping in condescension — is enough to make him whimper. But still, he remains frozen, his hand wrapped around his cock and doing nothing more as his eyes stay on yours. “Well? You’re wasting my very expensive time.”

Now that he has your permission, his hand begins to move again, its pace bordering on frantic as it moves up and down his shaft.

“I’ve always known you were pathetic but this a new low for you, isn’t it?” When he doesn’t reply, you raise an expectant eyebrow and your voice is colder when you urge him to answer. “Isn’t it?”

“Y-yeah,” he rasps but it’s still not good enough for you.

“Tell me how pathetic you are,” you demand. There’s a line of tension in his shoulders and around his eyes that lets you know it won’t be much longer before he comes.

“F-fuckin’ pathetic. I’m, nn, fuckin’ pathetic,” he grunts, his words emphasized by the unintentional whine that comes from the back of his throat. There’s a desperate look in his eyes as he wordlessly pleads with you. “G-gonna come. Shit. Oh, fuck! G-gonna, gonna fuckin’ come.”

You know what he’s asking for, even if he’s still too proud to say it aloud. He’s asking for your permission to come.

But you’ve never been one for mercy. Not in your work. Not in your personal life. And certainly not when it comes to Zen’in fucking Naoya.

You look down at your phone screen and hit the button to stop recording, putting it away before casually crossing your arms over your chest.

“Hold out your hand,” you order him and when he holds out the one not furiously pumping his cock, you roll your eyes. “The other hand.”

It looks like it physically pains him to do as you ask and take his hand off his dick, but he does it. Slowly, he outstretches the hand coated in the rivulets of his pre-cum towards you with his palm facing up.

You move closer and lean in just slightly so that when you purse your lips and let your spit slowly drip straight down, it falls directly into the center of his palm and forms a pool. When you’re done, you lick your lips clean and step back to your original spot, only to find that Naoya now looks crazed.

His eyes are darting back and forth between your lips and the small puddle of your spit in his hand. You glance down at his cock and it’s so hard and red in his lap, a trail of his pre-cum leaking right down the vein that runs along the bottom of his shaft, that it looks like all it would take for him to come is a soft breeze.

You allow yourself another moment to revel in the sight before you wave a dismissive hand.

“Well? Continue,” you tell him and he finally meets your gaze again to see you giving him an impatient look as you wait for him to do as he’s told. “Unless you want to keep wasting my time?”

Your tone promises something unpleasant if he does anything other than immediately comply. He takes one last look at the image of your spit in his hand before wrapping it back around his cock.

It takes every ounce of self-control you have to keep from shifting where you stand as the fabric of your underwear clings uncomfortably to your soaked folds. It’s been a while since you’ve been this turned on, not that you would ever dare admit it.

But seeing Zen’in Naoya, entitled piece of shit and bane of your fucking existence, on the verge of coming and with his cock coated in your saliva is something that you’ll never forget. Not least because of the video that’s now stored in the cloud for you to access whenever you want.

“Are you gonna come, Naoya?” you mock and he can only nod through the moans spilling from his lips. Your next words are spoken so coldly that even through his pleasure, a chill runs down his spine. “You better ask for my fucking permission before you do.”

“P-please?” he’s quick to ask, utterly shameless even when it comes to begging for an orgasm.

“Please what?” you prompt and he groans loudly as he tosses his head back against the couch in frustration.

“Jus’ lemme come. Lemme, ah, l-lemme fuckin’ come, ya fuckin’ bitch,” he whines and it’s the threat of tears you hear in his voice that finally makes your lips break into a wide and sadistic smile.

“I think you’re the bitch in this situation,” you say and he whimpers, his hips jerking and his hand desperate.

“F-fuckin’ please!” he cries and you let his plea hang between the two of you, savoring the sound.

“Come, you absolutely worthless, spoiled fucking brat,” you bite out and before you know what you’re doing, you’re quickly closing the distance between the two of you so that you can deliver a harsh and strong slap to his cheek.

The crack! of your palm meeting his face is drowned out by the deep groan that leaves his chest, his cum immediately spilling out in white spurts that stand out starkly against his black pants. His hips give another few jerks into his hand, which is coated in a mixture of his cum and the combination of yours and his spit.

His eyes are squeezed tightly shut and his chest is rising and falling rapidly as he pants for air. Your palm is still stinging when you take his chin between your forefinger and thumb to carefully turn his head to the side so that you can get a better look at his cheek that’s now quickly turning red from your slap rather than his post-orgasm flush.

You release him to gently trail a fingernail down his smarting skin, but your smirk turns mean and you dig your nail in hard enough to make him wince before you drop your hand back to your side. You slowly look him over before your eyes land back on his cheek and an idea pops into your head.

Just as you did before, you lean in slightly and purse your lips before spitting in his direction. Only this time, instead of pooling in his hand, it lands directly on the cheek you had just slapped.

His eyes shoot open, a mixture of anger and shock quickly contorting his features. But just as he opens his mouth to throw a barrage of insults your way, you’re quick to cut him off before he can get started.

“Ah ah ah,” you scold him with a smug smirk on your lips. You then guide his head to turn back to the side with the tip of your finger, leaving his cheek and the shining gob of your saliva perfectly on display.

His eyes are filled with an intense loathing but he stays still for you, even when you pull your phone back out and point the camera directly at him. The flash blinds him and the shutter sound echoes in his ears as you take a picture of his shameful state.

His humiliation only grows when your eyes stay on your phone instead of returning to him. You don’t even bother sparing him a final glance as you snort and shake your head with a muttered, “pathetic,” before turning on your heel and walking back to your desk.

When you sit down and return your attention to the binder that was only recently the victim of your rage, he’s left alone on your couch, sweaty and with his dick hanging out, his clothes stained, his hand sticky, as he tries to figure out what the fuck just happened.

“Get the fuck out of my office,” you tell him without looking up and his vision goes red.

He should give you a taste of your own fucking medicine. He should grab you by the back of the neck and pin you down to your desk. He should fuck you so hard that you’re torn between crying for him to stop and crying for him to keep going. He should leave you in a ball on the floor, coated in cum, spit, and tears.

But instead, all he can do is seethe when his cock twitches in his hand at your dismissive tone.

[iwas-baby]

♱ crime and punishment ♱

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♱ so are any sort of criminal acts

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♱ “right hand man” matsukawa issei | @iwas-baby

♱ iwaizumi hajime | @peachycoreroo

♱ oikawa toru | @cemeiia

♱ “devil in disguise” kenma kozume | @keisurou

♱ kita shinsuke | @twatshag

♱ “insane in the brain” aran ojiro | @hotboyissei

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♱“who said” kenma kozume, hinata shoyo | @redbeads

♱ bokuto kotaro, kuroo tetsuro | @sunarc

♱ “ecstasy” miya twins | @kurosukii

♱ “sandwiched” meian shugo, adriah tomas | @semisgroupie

♱ “guns and sex” seijoh 4 | @ritnaro

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[touyaz]

zen’in naoya x gn reader | dark drabble

WARNINGS dark/ yandere naoya, toxic ex husband.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

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today i would like to talk to you about toxic ex husband naoya who makes your life so unfathomably hellish once the divorce is all done and finalised. it's beyond humiliating how much he can interfere with your life when he's no longer a part of it.

it's embarrassing how you turn up for work days after the separation and are met with rejection because suddenly you're not a high enough grade to be going on such a dangerous mission. it's cruel how you're surrounded by reminders of him everywhere you go — the invasive way pigeons flock to you when you're sulking in a park, the way a shadow seems to loom over you as soon as you step outside of your home. you're not left with many choices when food is scarce and the chance of employment sinks even lower.

the zen'in influence runs deeper than you could ever imagine. you hate it. absolutely detest the way the only viable option is to turn to the cause of your misery.

but he's there to accept you when you come crawling back to him.

it's pathetic but maybe you're a little glad that he's so welcoming; that he's there with open arms and a smile too sharp-edged to be as pure as he makes himself out to be. you're thankful that he doesn't taunt you when you're at your lowest. in fact, he doesn't dwell on the time away bar a murmured, oh, my love, what's happened to you, hm? when you first sunk into his embrace, mourning the life you could have lived. it's like you never even left him, pretty ring wrapped around your finger not a moment later, clothes filling his cupboards and collecting dust like they'd been there all that time. as quick as you had left, you find yourself back in his arms, and it makes one simple fact startlingly clear: you cannot live without zen'in naoya.

[naoyas90dayfiance]

+18 | The night before | Naoya Zen'in x Reader

NSFW, so graphic

Naoya Zen'in x GN! Reader

Word count: 2.5k of porn

Warning: female-bodied reader, and Naoya uses you like a fleshlight but lovingly.

Summary: Naoya can't keep his hands to himself the night before your wedding so he ends up taking you in three different ways.

Author's note: I tried to write pornography but I ended up making this funny.

Author's note II: Naoya knocks you over with his cock, for real. Read it

Naoya's beautiful face was resting in his palm; his gaze went through the window as the piano in front of him remained quiet. His eyes fixed on the entrance of your room, which he could see perfectly from his spot.

His breathing was calm as his whole body focused on following your shadow reflected on the thin sliding doors. He saw how you removed your kimono softly, letting him see the curves of your figure.

His mind wandered to how your naked body looked like, and how it felt under his touch. Naoya unconsciously twitched his fingers on his face.

The corners of his lips were upturned; he was cheerful that he had finally found the person he wanted to wed, someone who supports him while he is leading one of the most important clans. It was a relief for Naoya to have someone he could trust and that he could count. At least, that is what he expected from the relationship.

Naoya’s thoughts died down, and his eyes slightly widened as he saw you caressing every curve of your body in a circular motion. His pupils followed your hands as you went from your neck to your sides, and then you bent over to massage your legs. He guessed you were putting on lotion, but that wasn't the most important thing for the young heir. What mattered to him was how much he missed you having you under him, squirming and pleading him to fuck you harder.

Since you two became engaged, the daily work of getting ready for the wedding didn’t allow you to be near each other. Besides, you weren't allowed to be with each other yet, even if you were together when you first met. The heir of the Zen’in clan was grateful that finally, your wedding day was going to arrive tomorrow.

Naoya's breathing became deep and hot when saw how you stood and placed your hands on your buttocks, circling the chubbiness of your sides. He wanted to replace your hands with his and make you moan once again under his touch.

"Tomorrow night," he thought.

However, Naoya’s strolling to your room said differently. His eyes kept looking at your figure as he walked through the open hallway and made his way to your room.

In a matter of seconds, Naoya was in front of your sliding door. His nose picked on the vanilla smell that came from what he supposed was your lotion. He placed two fingers on the side of the entrance, and with almost no force, he slid it lightly and sneaked himself in.

Naoya saw how his reflection on the mirror made you jump in fear. You were putting on white silk kimono for sleeping. His fingers slid the door again and closed it behind him.

"Naoya, what are you doing here?" You said while turning your body away from his lustful gaze, and adjusting your robe so he wouldn't see your naked body. There were rules to follow.

"You're my spouse." He took small steps towards your figure.

"I’m not your spouse, Naoya."

He got near you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You shivered at his touch and turned around to face him. You saw his dilated pupils. You smiled at him and embraced him in your arms. Naoya was delighted at the feeling of your body, so he possessively placed his hands on your back, his fingers imprinting your curves on his memory.

"Are you leaving me tomorrow?" Naoya looked at you, the upturned corners of his lips showed a dangerous smile.

"How can you say that?" You playfully patted him on his chest. Naoya got goose bumps at the first contact you made with him after you got engaged. His smile grew wider and the distance between your faces was getting alarmingly smaller.

"Then you are my spouse." Naoya used his right hand to lift your chin, and he held you there so he could examine your face. His golden eyes appreciated every single mark, bump, and line on it. He couldn’t feel luckier at that moment.

Naoya pushed you further into his embrace and locked his silky lips with yours. His right hand now was on the back of your head, keeping you in place as he sucked and bit your bottom lip. You placed your hands on his nape and opened your mouth to give him access inside you.

After a final bite on your bottom lip, Naoya pushed his wet and hot tongue inside your mouth; when Naoya found yours and started to fondle it, his cock twitched and your insides clenched. Both of you were holding each other in a loving and erotic display of affection, on which Naoya took the lead to slowly caress your tongue, with the same motion that he had used to tease your clit. Naoya let out a groan when you locked your hands on his hair and pulled him closer to you.

Naoya's left hand placed itself in your kimono’s front knot, and skillfully undid it. He sneaked his hand inside the fabric so his fingers could touch the warmth of your belly. Then, they snaked to your waist and finally to your lower back. His grip got rough on your skin; it was an electric experience for him.

His right hand seductively went from your shoulder to your collarbones; your skin felt like fire to him, one that he needed to get more of. So, he moved his skinny pianist fingers to your chest, until he got to your right breast and cupped it with his hand.

A moan came out of your lips, and Naoya squeezed hard your tit, making your legs tremble under you. He kept you in place with his left grip on your back. He pulled you to him even closer, so your body was giving his stiff cock the friction that he desperately needed.

Naoya’s hard dick was poking your right hip. The feeling of his mushroom head against your naked skin was delicious to the young man. But he never expected that you pressed yourself further into him until you could feel on your skin the ridge between his hardened shaft and his aroused head.

Your hands quickly traveled to his obi and undid the knot to give you further access to his hakama that you quickly untied. Naoya’s cock hit your belly, leaving his pearl pre-cum on the skin; he pulled away as he felt it was enough for him to paint you white.

"Lay down," Naoya commanded.

You lied on the bed in a heartbeat, and the minute your head touched the mattress, you opened your legs to give your husband-to-be a good view of your glistening and swollen pussy. Naoya’s mouth watered at the sight in front of him.

Naoya carelessly removed the rest of his clothing, and let you see his toned body. His left hand went straight up to his dick and made a fist on it as he kept his eyes glued to your clenching pussy. He pumped himself slowly while watching your undressed figure waiting for him.

Your right hand went to your right breast, your delicate fingers played with your nipple; when you finished teasing yourself, you moved them in a seductive curve to your waist, then your hips, and finally to your clit. Naoya took his hand out of his raging cock and slapped your fingers when they got to your pussy. An animalistic and angry look was on his face, he was enraged that you dare to touch something that belonged to him.

Naoya placed his knee on the mattress, making it sink as he moved his weight on top of you. The Zen’in took his cock with his right hand and align it with your moisten cunt.

Soon enough, you felt how his tip started to open your hot entrance, and as he pushed himself in your walls widened even more.

First, it took his large head, and then his shaft with a chubby curve in the middle of it. Your face contorted in pleasure and a depredator-like smile surfaced on Naoya. Your pussy surrounding his cock was a feeling he missed too much, and he was going to experience it as much as he could.

Naoya slowly pushed his erect cock in you until he filled you wholly; it was the perfect size for your cock-hungry pussy. His eyes remained on your agape mouth, and he waited until you closed it and so he kissed your beautiful lips.

Naoya pulled his cock out until the thick middle of his dick was stretching your entrance; then, with a loving and patient motion, he pushed himself back. Moans were coming out of your throat but they didn't get to your mouth, as Naoya was busy giving you soft pecks on your lips.

Naoya took his cock out once and pushed it back again, mixing your moisture and his white pre-cum using with pumps on your pussy. His eyes were closed and he focused on how your wet hole was entertaining his stiff dick.

Naoya opened his eyes and broke the kiss; but his eyes fixed on your expressions as he kept the soft motion on his hips, that made little to no sound in the room.

You opened your eyes, curious about your fiancé's doings. Naoya noticed your moans had stopped, and you saw a glimpse of mischief on his gaze.

Naoya reached out for one of the pillows beside you, and with his cock still inside, he signaled you to lift your pelvis. He placed the plush beneath you.

The heir started to shift around until his knees supported his weight, and his position was upright with his hands on your hips.

Naoya began once again his exploratory thrusts inside you. He got addicted to the feeling of your pussy clamping over and over again on his cock, asking for more.

Naoya felt the need to gain up speed, and he did. His thrusts inside you became primal, creating a loud slapping noises of his hips against your inner thighs, getting to the point where the people near your chamber knew what was going out in the bedroom. That is if they hadn't heard your obscene moans coming out of your pretty mouth. Naoya showed them he was the one making and breaking the traditions as he pleased, especially when it came to his spouse.

Naoya's breath was pushed outside of his lungs with each of the strong and fast thrusts he made inside you. He pushed his cock with such force that your tits could hit your chin and the sheets were coming off the edges of the bed. Naoya was focused on making your body tremble with his cock. He couldn’t get enough of the bouncing and the sounds you made when he fucked like that.

His cock and motion were punishing your pussy, the bed squeaked loudly in the room.

You held tight to the bed, trying to not fly off of your fiancé's abusive pacing. Your cunt felt so full of his fat cock that you clamped harder on his dick, making him let out a loud moan that took him off guard.

Naoya felt how tight your pussy got and pulled out immediately, as he sensed he was about to shoot his entire load inside you.

The slapping of the skin stopped, and you glanced at Naoya with squinted eyes. His body was covered in sweat, and his breathing was agitated.

The young heir's cock was lying against his abdomen, and it was shining with the moisture of your pussy juices. His hands were still on your hips but moved to your backside, and pushed you upwards until he could retrieve the soaked pillow he had placed earlier underneath you. He threw it away to an unknown place in the room.

"All-fours," Naoya commanded once again. His speech was low but at the same time domineering.

You tried to gather all of your force to stand up; and even though you struggled on closing your legs, because of your abused inner thighs, you managed to present to Naoya your bum and a clear picture of your dripping cunt.

As you were positioning yourself, you immediately felt his rough grip on both sides of your legs. His cock was already inside you before you could even get comfortable in the pose. And with a sudden push of his hips, you were knocked face-first into the mattress. Your backside was the only part of your body remaining up in the air as Naoya held it in place with a bruising force.

Naoya angled your cunt so his cock would dominate all of you. He placed his knees wider on the bed so he could have a better balance. He took you in his hands and began to pump his cock faster and harder into your pussy.

The slapping sounds were worrisome to others, and your screams of pleasure made the servants avoid all the vicinity of your room.

Naoya kept his punishing pace, the ridge of his cock pulled out your mixed juices; they coldly slid out of you and onto your thigh and knees, making a puddle of your arousal in the bed.

Naoya hunched over you and locked his arm on your waist started to abusively thrust his erection inside you. Your walls clamped harder around him, making him curl his toes in pleasure. However, he had a point to make in your battle for power, so even if your cunt was impossibly tight, he kept pushing himself into your pussy so it would swallow him whole.

"Naoya", you lewdly moaned his name.

Naoya buried his face on the back of your neck as he kept hitting his balls against your vulva; your belly contracted, and Naoya felt how you repeatedly clenched on his dick. Your moans of euphoria combined with his name were enough for him to shot his load in many ropes inside you.

His thrusting kept going, and the juices running down your thigh turned white and sticky. Some drops of his cum with your juices made it to the mattress, but others remained on your soft skin. You could feel how he was emptying his cum inside you, painting your insides and outsides with his white and hot seed.

It wasn't long until your consciousness started to fade out, and Naoya felt how your body was starting to collapse on the bed, but the joy of your swollen cunt welcoming him was enough for him to keep going until his cock gave up on him and softened.

Finally, Naoya pulled out of you and opened your butt cheeks so he could see your cunt pushing his cum out. A proud smirk took over on his features. His hands then cupped your bum and moved from your lower back to your neck and finally to your hair, which he moved aside, so he could see your sleeping face. His proud smirk turned into a soft and loving smile.

Naoya placed himself right next to you and gave you a peck on your forehead. Then, he took you in his arms and guided you to his chest, so you could sleep well while listening to his heartbeat.

#NaoyaKnockMeOverWithYourCock2021

[iicytodoroki]

kokuhaku - part three

「synopsis: you knew that in order to stay with the clan, you had to heed their commands until it was your time. but as the youngest child to the current head, who already has your older brothers in line, you thought --believed-- you didn’t have to go as far as marry the kamo family’s heir.」　

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➵ genre: arrange marriage au, fluff, angst if you squint without your glasses

➵ tw: explicit language, traditional marriage topics, misogynist views, sorcerer universe, characters are 18+, fem. reader

You didn’t even want to turn around to talk to him. Just hearing that you’ll just be used as a means to continue the family line due to an “appropriate birth” just had you clenching your teeth.

Seething you said, “Kamo-san, I believe you are mistaken. I am too young to be married yet, let alone bear children.”

At that moment you turned around to face him with an expression full of contempt. Looking right back at you was the still, emotionless face of Noritoshi Kamo, your soon-to-be-husband. Silence filled the air for a few moments before Kamo’s lips opened.

“I understand your concern with our ages, but this has been decided by our families. Furthermore, we both come from similar backgrounds so, I wanted to take this time to display my determination for us to get along…” After his declaration, Kamo tried to come forth with a step but, you were faster. Swiftly leaving with a bump to his shoulder.

“If you still cannot see, I am not interested in furthering any relations with you. At. All.”

Huffing as you frustratingly kept brushing your long (h/c) hair down the wooden halls, you headed to the far back of the smaller gardens of the Zen’in estate. There, a large garden rock could hide a small child of six years from tea ceremony lessons and had a perfect view of one’s older brother honing their techniques. Now matured, the now large rock could barely hide the top of your head when sitting down. But, every servant there knew not to bother you here. Or more accurately didn’t care to. Even your father has never pursued you there, it was usually…

“I see you lovebirds met,” Naoya joked behind you.

“Just leave Oni-san, I already have a headache from a conservative patriarch, I don’t need another to tick me off,” you seethed.

You were actually really frustrated. Everything was finally coming into your mind. All your effort to distance yourself from the main family by following Maki in leaving your father and brothers to leave for Tokyo, and just acting as a disgrace as a female Zen’in to have your father give up trying to make you an ideal woman like your late mother. You were even saving up to officially move into the Tokyo area with the help of Gojo-san and your brother Noaya to keep all the attention on him. Though it wasn’t like he was doing it 100% for you, he was at least nice enough to do these favors since it’ll benefit him as the successor anyways, or so he says.

You were just so angry at yourself. Regardless of being physically distant and acting like a “proper lady,” as long as you wanted to work as a sorcerer, you could never truly run from all of your familial obligations.

The soft crunch of the coming-autumn was ambience to your teary sniffles.

“Hey. Stop that, you’ll look uglier than you are,” he jested all while he sat down with you and draped his rich black haori over your head, “I know you’re too up in your head for someone to see you like this, so...just take a deep breath okay?”

Though your brother was a conservative patriarchal prick, you can’t really blame him for how he’s become. Nonetheless, you know he really wouldn’t want you to get hurt despite not seeing eye-to-eye. He really became your companion being the youngest and only daughter of the current head. The other older brothers were like strangers to you and the only one you saw was Naoya. He was actually a cute doting older brother.

He was way better than the father who looked down on you with scorn and the servants who were tired of you trying to run from your lessons.

But Naoya...changed. He was so much meaner and repressive, but when it got tough like this, he was the only one who gave you some support. Without him, no high ranking Zen’in would’ve permitted your transfer. The principals were some help, but not enough to convince them to let a talent Zen’in out of the grasp.

[ “Father, she’s already acting like a crazed boar. Trying to keep her here and train her to be an obedient wife is a waste of time and money. I’d say just let her act like a s**t in Tokyo if she wants.

“Naoya! Your language!” shouted Father.

Tch.

“But I’d say just let her go, she’ll only break things if we force her to stay as a servant. Also, we’d have to pay for her expenses, kinda a waste for someone as disgusting as her.”

You heard it all. All the banter and back and forth on why to keep you or not. Though Naoya’s reasons to let you go was for financial benefit and time since you obviously don’t want to train as a proper Zen’in wife, your father let you go on the premise that you’re still in the family register. You will be some of disgrace and cannot plead to him or anyone of the main branch for help, you are to stay as a member of the family.

Basically you were still tied down, just with a longer rope. But, as time went on, they slowly forgot about you. They of course still talked trash about you, you couldn’t care less. Because now you actually have a family worth the name there in Jujutsu High Tokyo. However, you never forgot how Naoya skillfully got members to his side to let you transfer at least.

I guess that was his way of showing an inkling of kindness. ]

Thinking back on how Naoya rudely, but somewhat caringly fought for your freedom, you giggled a bit at the memory of his pink ears when he came out of the room. He knew you were there and he seemed like he didn’t want you to know.

“So what? Now you’ve gone insane?” he piped up.

After minutes of silence, just listening to the ambience of hurried footsteps and murmured conversations through the walls, your pissed-haired brother got up first with a groan.

“Come on, get up. We still have a formal dinner with those guys and you need to wash that grime out of your face. You’d need it.”

a/n: sorry this was heavy on noaya and the mc!! i just wanted to build his character a bit in a way it’ll suit this fic. also i am still in chp145 for jjk so yeah idk any new traits/bg info for these characters, yet! anws lmk how this went, i havent written anything in so long so i feel like this is super direct and my way of building the story is so boring to me :c idk what to do whoops 

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Fushiguro Timeline

Something I made for my own purposes but I thought it might be useful for some of you. Feel free to contact me for sources or if you think any amendments need to be made. Features minor speculation but the language should make clear what is speculative and what is not. Focus on Toji.

Current as of: 7/4/2021, Chapter 151. SPOILERS.

Unknown: Toji goes to see Satoru Gojou as a child, recognizing his ability. (Chapter 71)

Unknown: Zen’in Naoya, a child at the time, goes to see Zen’in Toji based on rumors he has heard about him from the rest of the clan.

Unknown: Toji rejects Tsukumo Yuki’s request to study him. (Chapter 77)

Unknown: (may be after or before following two events) Zen'in Toji leaves the Zen'in family and meets Megumi's mother. (Volume 9 Profile)

1996 or earlier: Toji first meets Gong Shi-woo. This may be taken to be the start of his career as “sorcerer-killer.” (Infobook)

2001: Fushiguro Tsumiki is born. Her father is unspecified. (This puts Tsumiki’s current age at approximately 17, assuming Fushiguro was a first year in junior high. Chapter 57)

December 22, 2002: Fushiguro Megumi is born under (?) family name. Sometime shortly after this, his mother dies. It is implied she leaves Toji with the imperative to “Take care of Megumi, okay?” (Chapter 113)

Unknown: Gong Shi-woo meets Megumi sometime after the death of his mother, aiding Toji in taking care of him. Fushiguro Megumi does not remember Shi-woo, nor does he remember his father well. (Infobook, Chapter 79)

Unknown: Zen’in Toji strikes a deal with Naobito Zen’in to ensure his son’s place in the clan in exchange for money. Unclear if this is also the negotiation which ensures his place as clanhead under the condition that Satoru Gojou is dead/incapacitated. (Chapter 113, 138) 

Unknown: Zen’in Toji marries and takes the name of his wife. Megumi mentions that this marriage was to Tsumiki’s mother. (Chapter 66, Chapter 59)

2006: Fushiguro Toji takes on the assassination of the Star Plasma Vessel. Three days later, Fushiguro Toji dies. (Hidden Inventory)

Unknown: Fushiguro Tsumiki’s mother leaves Tsumiki and Megumi, who have been living together for an unspecified amount of time. (Chapter 79)

Post-September 2009: Satoru Gojou (19 years) meets Fushiguro Megumi (a first grader, six years old) and begins acting as a benefactor for him and Tsumiki. (Chapter 79)

Unknown: Fushiguro Megumi meets Zen’in Mai and Zen’in Maki through Satoru Gojou. He also meets Noritoshi Kamo. (Q&A)

2015: Fushiguro Megumi enters Saitama Urami East Junior High.

2017-18: Shortly after Megumi enters his third year at Saitama Urami, Fushiguro Tsumiki is cursed and enters a comatose state. (Chapter 57)

2018: Present JJK timeline.

Note: In Chapter 59, Megumi remarks that Tsumiki’s mother and Toji had married before leaving in the first grade. Megumi would be ~six years old in first grade, placing this at 2009, after Toji’s death. If this is a wording issue and meant to imply Tsumiki is in the first grade, this could only barely be feasible in 2006. Take that as you will.