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aerahyasashi · 4 days

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Got any sneak peeks for future works aerahyasashi?👀

⋆♱⋆MORE THAN FRIENDS

⋆♱⋆WARNINGS: Dub-con, Sexual themes, Satoru is inexperienced, Satoru is still confused about his feelings and sexuality, Satoru is stupid, Manipulative! Reader, handjob. Ooc (kinda). Frenemies to Lovers. Dirty talk. Reader is intoxicated.

⋆♱⋆PAIRINGS: Sub! Satoru Gojo x Dom! Yandere! Male! Reader

⋆♱⋆NOTE: Sneak peeks r what you ask for and that’s what you shall receive, SKSKKSS, satoru is kinda pathetic and whiney in this, LOL, I’ll post the full smut once i finished doing everything. For some reasons i feel shy about this, idk why..😭 also, hearts & reblogs r greatly appreciated<3.

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Satoru’s breath hitched the moment your lips grazed his neck, a shiver rippling through the expanse of his body. Your tongue traced a path around the pronounced curve of his throat, swirling around the prominent bump in his throat, eliciting a low whimper that slipped past his parted lips. you rolled your hips and his chest heaved with indiscernible emotions as he felt the fervent pressure of your movements against him, and his fingers clutched at your shirt, balling the fabric in tight fists.

With a shaky exhale, he managed to muster a feeble protest, “W-wait, the fuck are you doing?” He swallowed hard as a blush colored his cheeks. Doe wide blue eyes, framed by pale lashes, gazed up at you through a lusty haze.

“D-dude, I’m a man too—i uh... don’t think that this is—”

A yelp escaped his lips as you slid your finger slowly on his parted lips, torturously along the slick muscle, coming to a stop where his tongue delicately curled underneath.

“Shh... It’s okay...you look female enough.”

Female Enough? Satoru’s eye twitched.

“Fuck you man, seriously.”

Satoru groaned as his face grew hot with embarrassment, feeling your finger pressing insistently against his tongue. As he resisted the urge to bjte you, he caught the heavy scent of alcohol emanating from your breath, hot and stale upon his face.

And it made him wonder, is this why you’re behaving so strangely? Because intoxication has drowned your inhibitions? Such a brazen advance he never could have anticipated, nor the way your touch now stirred unbidden lust in his body.

His muddled thoughts wandered, and he never fathomed such intimacy between former friends, yet here you were, touching him and all.

And he was hesitant, but he wanted it.

Wanted you.

But he was scared, scared that you’d leave him too—Like suguru did.

“I.. haaahh.. [Name]...”

“I thought—you said no homo...” He murmured weakly, speech slurred around your digit filling his mouth.

He wanted to suck on your fingers, but resisted the urge to do it, finding it quite filthy.

“It was you who said that,” you mumbled, calloused hands snaking around his neck, you mapped the pulsating veins with delicate scrapes of blunted nails.

At your touch, he inhaled sharply—your grip upon his throat was not constricting, but rather, just enough to assert dominance.

Leaning in so your fevered breaths mingled, you fixed him with a smouldering stare.

“We kissed so many times, Satoru. Did you really believe it meant nothing?”

Satoru’s throat constricted as he swallowed hard, feeling your fingers tighten around it like a vise, the urge to moan clawing at him. He winced as you withdrew your finger from his mouth, now glistening with his own saliva.

“[Name]... You’re drunk, seriously, and those kisses were just experiments..”

He managed to force out, his lower lip caught between his teeth.

“No, no, i’m sober. tell me, Do you truly believe it was insignificant?” you prodded, one hand abandoning his throat to encircle his waist while the other gripped his chin.

“Mmgh.. i don’t know,”

With a derisive huff, you shifted, your disbelief palpable.

“You don’t know?” you scoffed, a disapproving shake of your head following.

“You sure that you haven’t seen the way i look at you?” your voice softened, yet there was an edge to it.

“I did, but i thought that i was just being delusional and assuming...” Satoru confessed.

“Hm? S’that so?” you inquired, your grip on his chin tightening, [E/c] eyes narrowing.

“Mnh.. yes...” he muttered.

“I just don’t wanna assume...” he explained.

“Besides, haah.. we’re both men, it’s just weird...” Satoru breathed.

“So?” You asked, tilting your head.

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I don't know, fuck you man... Seriously, can we just — stop? You’re drunk seriously.” He says, trying to push you away—a part of him wants to turn limitless on, but he resisted the urge.

“Fuck me,” You repeated.

“Is that what you want, hm?” Your voice dripped with amusement, causing Satoru’s jaw to slacken in astonishment.

“Wait, what? That’s not what I meant dumbass!” Satoru felt the heat rise to his cheeks, a cocktail of embarrassment and arousal swirling within him. His cock was telling it all, as it was stiffening against the fabric of his pants. The notion of fucking you seemed tantalizing to him.

“No, no, it’s what you really want, isn’t it?” you insinuated.

“You wanna fuck me so bad, come on satoru, i know that you want it. I know that you want me.”

“I- yes, wait no! Fuck, i think that you’re more delusional than me.” Satoru vehemently denied, shaking his head in denial, though his traitorous body betrayed his true desires.

“You know that you want me. Don’t deny it.”

“I’m not into men, dude , seriously... I’m not gay.”

“Hm? Who said that i was gay? I’m not. We’ll fuck as friends, Satoru, not as lovers, so it’s Straight.”

You said, and satoru could seriously feel himself gawking, you’re gaslighting both yourself and him to be honest.

That doesn’t even make any fucking sense.

You being so blunt about it makes satoru embarrassed.

“dude, that doesn’t even make any sense,” he deadpanned, his brows furrowing intensely as he locked his gaze on you.

“Do you want me?” You asked bluntly.

Satoru blinked, caught off guard by your boldness. Did he want you? Every fiber of his being screamed yes, a desire he struggled to bury beneath layers of denial, unable to come to terms with his unexpected infatuation for another man.

“I, uh... I dunno,” he stumbled over his words, his eyes following you as you started to move away, a pang of disappointment stabbing at his chest.

“Ah.. i see. S’that so?” Your question hung between you, heavy with implications. Satoru swallowed hard, unwilling to let you slip away.

“I’m going to ask again, Satoru. Do you want me?”

“I do want you,” the words spilled from him. He felt ashamed to admit it though.

“So you want me then.” You hummed and he nods.

“I do.”

He admits.

“Do you want me more than Geto?”

Satoru’s body tensed as if a physical blow had struck him squarely in the gut. His breath hitched momentarily, trying to gather his thoughts.

“What?” he managed to murmur, the word barely escaping his lips.

“More than Geto?” You repeated, your gaze sharp, studying his every reaction intensely.

Satoru’s mind raced, struggling to find the right words. The weight of your question pressed down on him, leaving him at a loss. He could feel the tension in the air, your impatience palpable.

He was confused, did you meant that romantically or platonically?

He assumed it to be the latter though.

“I...” Satoru hesitated, his voice trailing off into uncertainty.

“Answer me, Who do you want more?”

“I don’t know,”

“The only responses I’ll entertain are a clear yes or no,”

Satoru bit down on his lip, feeling torn. Deep down, he knew his heart belonged to Suguru, because suguru was his bestfriend and he surely prefers suguru more than anyone, but his body seemed to betray his mind when it came to you.

Your tone carried a hint of jealousy, a subtle undertone that pricked at Satoru's consciousness. Was it possible that you harbored jealousy towards Suguru?

His mind spun with possibilities, trying to decipher the complexities of your emotions.

Unable to contain his inner turmoil any longer, Satoru mustered the courage to speak his truth, no matter how uncomfortable it made him feel.

“Yeah, I want you more than him,” he confessed, the words hanging heavy in the charged space between you two.

As the weight of his words settled in the air, Satoru silently prayed that Suguru would never learn of his admission. Shame crept into the corners of his mind.

Your eyes sparkled with a hint of satisfaction, pleased with his candid response.

A smirk danced across your lips as you closed the distance, your hand lightly gripping his chin, your touch electric against his skin.

“Good boy.”

He shivered at that.

“So... Will you... Continue?” He asks pathetically.

“But I thought you’re not into men, hm?” Your teasing tone cut through his defenses, making him grit his teeth in frustration—You were just so confusing to him, One time, you were all jelly, and now you’re like this? Outrageous.

“Look, you told me that we’ll do it as friends and not as lovers, so, no homo, alright?” His words were a feeble attempt to mask the desire that surged within him.

“Fuck off—”

Hw immediately cut himself off when you made a move, feeling lust coursing through his veins as your hand drifted low in his body, moving inexorably toward his groin. He felt your fingers unbuckle his belt with practiced ease before deftly unfastening his pants until it pooled around his ankles. This seemed wrong, yet he had never felt so right.

“Ah, wait,” he gasped, a keening whine escaping his lips as your mouth crashed with his. Your velvet tongue parted his lips, slipping inside to stroke against his own.

Wanting, no, needing more, he rolled his hips upward in mute appeal. A moan spilled from his lips as your fingers brushed the stiff outline of his cock through his stretched boxers before dipping inside to make proper contact with the flesh.

Satoru’s cheeks burned with a rosy hue as your fingers enclosed around his pulsating length, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through his body. Your touch danced along the tender flesh, swirling over the sensitive tip and smearing the glistening pre-cum seeping from his urethra.

“Look at you, so needy... you’re leaking.” you murmured against his lips, your movements slow and deliberate as you expertly maneuvered your hand up and down his cock, applying just the right amount of pressure to elicit pleasured moans from his lips.

“Ah... Ah.. fuck off.. shut up..” he grits his teeth.

“You still got some spirit in you, hm, pretty boy?” You snickered, feeling his cock throb on your palms, twitching eagerly.

“Do i have to fuck the attitude out of you?”

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aerahyasashi · 4 days

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YOU WRITE SO GOOD, LIKE HELLO??? YOUR WRITING STYLE IS SO GORGEOUS AND YUMMY, LIKE CAN I EAT IT? PLS PLS PLS??? But no joke, your writing style is literally so gorgeous 😭 like it's so detailed and all? How do you do that??😵‍💫 The gore?? The emotions? The wording?? Gosh, please take my money and enslave me queen, i am nothing but a loyal servant that shall kiss the ground that you step on🧎🏽‍♀️🧎🏾‍♀️BTW, can i get some jjk fanfics recommendations?? You write so good so you probably read good stuff too hehe😈

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Dang, you're boosting my ego, pooks, and that’s not good ‘cause i have a high ego n’ i’m a Satoru kinnie /j

Thanks for the love! Just gotta let those words spill out, you know? Honestly, it’s all about pouring my heart into it and letting the words flow💀💀 and I feel more comfortable with writing things this way and i have high standards in writing so i tend to make it descriptive since I’m having a hard time understanding things if it's too simple and not detailed😔😔😔 it’s a struggle yk?

BUT STILL, THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE LOVE AGAIN ANONNN,AAAAAA ILY🥹🫶🏻🫶🏻 YOU’VE SERIOUSLY MADE MY DAY!!🫶🏻😚

Sending loads of love and kisses to youuu🫶🏻

Here’s my recommendations, and I swear you won’t regret reading them cause they’re all top tiers!

Corpse Darling —this one is my FAV broo, made me cry and made me go through roller coaster of emotions frr, it’s written SO WELL, and it’s so elegant, the writing style is gorg and everything+ a must if you like reading abt male readers🫶🏻 IF YOU LIKE READING ANGSTY BOOKS THEN THIS!! (kagura is literally the best!!)

The Contortionist — LITERALLY SO GOOD, LIKE THE EMOTIONS, THE READER IS SO FUNNY AT THIS AND IS OVERALL A VERY GOOD BOOK RAHHH

The Fuck List— ONE OF MY FAVORITES TOO,IF YA LIKE THEM SMUTTY FICS THEN THIS IS FOR YOUU! EVERYTHING IN THIS IS LITERALLY A 5 STAR MEAL, I’M TELLIN’ YOU!!

Other Husband — This one is so good too, one of my favs fr fr, AAAA SUGURU’S SO HOT IN THIS 😍😍 IF YOU LOVE CORALINE TOO THEN THIS IS A MUST READ!!

Love Bombing— I SWEAR, the mc of this is different and refreshing, and karma is real in this + it’s written very well and i’m literally hooked (I’m watching you blade, ya better gimme my kagehikari @terrorbladewho )

Tsunami & Bloodflood— TOTALLY MY FAVORITE, IF YOU’RE INTO AN UNHINGED MEN AND YOU’RE INTO MC’S WHO WERE WEAK AT FIRST THEN PROCEEDS TO GET STRONGER, THEN THIS IS A MUST!! THE YANDERE’S IN THIS R SO GOOD, YOU WON’T REGRET READING THIS 🫶🏻 A MUST IF YOU LIKE OC FICS🫶🏻🫶🏻

Hollow Element— This is so good too + it’s written so well and is an overall a gorgeous fanfic aaa, one of the best JJK FICS THAT I HAVE READ

Cursed Prisoner— THIS ONE IS SO GOOD LIKE, EVERYTHING AND IS MY FAV TOO, LIKE, IF YOU’RE INTO READER INSERTS WHERE THEY’RE A CERTAIN CHARACTER (LIKE FOR EXAMPLE; MITSURI! READER) OR SOMETHING, THEM THIS IS FOR YOU

Otherwordly Attraction— THIS ONE IS JUST *CHEF’S KISS* IF YOU LOVE ISEKAI TROPES THEN THIS ONE IS FOR YOU!

Runaways— IF YOU'RE INTO CROSSOVERS THEN THIS IS A MUST READ!

EHE THEY’RE ALL MY FAVS<33 if you want to read some other fics that aren’t jjk then just check my library on quotev and reading list on wattpad hehe🫶🏻 THAT’S ALL, LOVE YA POOKS.

#𝐀𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐡’𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 #yandere jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere gojo #yandere satoru gojo #yandere geto #yandere suguru geto #jjk recommendations #book recommendations

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aerahyasashi · 9 days

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⋆♱⋆RETRIBUTION CH: 5

⋆♱⋆SYPNOSIS You found yourself stripped of your immortality, a punishment for daring to flout the edicts laid down by your father. Your transgressions? Two-fold. First, the grave sin of disobedience, and Secondly, the cardinal offense of falling irrevocably in love with your Lady in waiting. In your father’s eyes, the sanctity of your divinity was tarnished by a same-gender relationship, a concept that he vehemently repudiated as aberrant and abhorrent. Such unforgivable love, he pontificated, dulled your goddess-like essence. Thus he used his powers and casted you adrift into a parallel universe suffused with curses and sorcerers whose love aren't really the healthy type of love, a punishment to show you that ‘Love’ isn’t all about sunshine and rainbows

⋆♱⋆WARNINGS Gore, Slow Burn Yandere, Love Percentage Au. Pseudo Incest on Choso’s Case. Confusing Bullshit. Sexual themes, Biological Incest. Unedited.

⋆♱⋆PAIRINGS Yandere! Jjk x Isekai’d! Goddess! Reader

⋆♱⋆LOVE INTERESTS Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Shoko Ieri, Yuki Tsukumo, Kento Nanami, Utahime Iori, Choso, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen

⋆♱⋆NOTE Also posted in wattpad & quotev. Hearts and Reblogs are greatly appreciated<3.

⋆♱⋆PREVIOUS CHAPTER

⋆♱⋆MASTERLIST

A GUST OF WIND whispered past you, its delicate fingers tracing a chill across your [S/c] skin, and a sigh escapes your lips, dark lashes fluttering shut.

You clutched at the shredded fabric of your gown, the pads of your fingers tracing the crushed remnants of the necklace nestled in your décolletage.

Though the chains had withstood the violence that had befallen on you, the jewel at its center now lay in glittering shards pressed against your heaving bosom.

How it was still intact after you almost drowned remained a mystery, however.

The shrill serenade of crickets hidden amongst the swaying grass reverberated on your ears, along with the soft yet loud pulsing within your chest and your ragged breaths clawing their way past your lips.

You opened your eyes and you peered into the inky shadows cloaking the forest, watching as the undulating branches danced and writhed in the pale moonlight.

The moon shone like polished pewter hanging heavy in the night sky, its pale glow casting the place in shades of silver. You sat on top of a rock with your elbows placed on your bent thighs, cupping your chin in weary palms as you gazed upward, drinking in the silvery glow of the moon that spilled across the darkened earth.

Moments like this brought bittersweet memories flooding back.

You recalled stolen nights with Ataraxia—Sneaking away from the empire and going down to Shaxilu to stargaze.

You missed how her silken hair would flow over your skin as you cradled each other, chatting and chuckling while naming constellations with breathy whispers

In those past evenings, Ataraxia would lay her head in your lap, finger-painting stories in the glittering sky as you watched, transfixed not by the heavenly wonders but the terrestrial beauty that you would always see in her eyes.

She was lost staring at the stars above...while You’re lost staring at the stars that you would see in her eyes.

With a heavy sigh, you dragged your fingers through your hair, just wanting to go back to her, just wanting to feel her lips on yours, feel her touch.

But then, how could you return there, when you’re stuck here on earth?

You find yourself trapped in a realm of ambiguity.

How are you supposed to go back to nebula?

It dawns on you that you are forbidden from returning to the celestial sanctuary of the nebula, after all.

You were Exiled.

A surge of frustration erupts within you, and a groan bubbles up your throat.

Why the fuck did you have to get such a cruel father? It was so unfair, so, so, so unfair.

While others may envy your lineage—for having the creator of the universe as your father, for you, it is a harrowing nightmare from which you cannot awaken.

To them, aionarch may be a deity to worship, a deity to fear and respect, but to you, he is a tyrant to despise.

The loathing you nurture towards aionarch simmers within you.

The bitterness rages within you as you recall the pain he inflicted upon not only you but also your mother—the way he hurts her, the way he hurts you , as if you weren’t his child, as if xeranthi wasn’t his wife.

A of hatred burns hot within your chest.

Why must your paternal lineage be marred by such malevolence? Why must your father be so callous, so devoid of compassion?

Surely, a father’s love should be a beacon of compassion and guidance, not a shroud of cruelty and desolation, right?

The notion that paternal love should be unconditional feels like a distant myth, a fantasy beyond your grasp.

These thoughts churn within you, and you felt getting more, and more agitated as time passes by.

You rubbed your throbbing temples, just wanting the incessant ache to subside as you forced your mind to go back to the present dilemma—and not focus on aionarch’s bullshit.

Loathing aionarch would avail you nothing after all, and focus was imperative—as you needed to make a plan, a plan to go back to nebula and find ataraxia.

You were sure that if you even managed to go back to Nebula, Aionarch would kill you, yet, you didn’t care. Ataraxia was more important.

Focus was key—you needed to devise a plan to return to nebula, to find your beloved Ataraxia.

Ataraxia is in danger, or maybe even dead...

The thought sent a twisting ache through your guts, knotting your insides as your throat constricted painfully. Images of her harmed or worse flooded your mind unbidden, each more gruesome than the last. You cursed your own vulnerability, your lack of power in this scenario. All you could do was hope, hope with every fiber of your being, that Fate had seen fit to spare her.

Have trust in her, she’s strong and intelligent. you told yourself again.

You raked your trembling fingers through your hair as you sighed deeply, mouth twitching down into a frown as your fingers curled slightly as you suddenly remembered another obligation that was suddenly smashed down on you.

You’re a single mother now.

How the hell could you face Ataraxia? How are you supposed to tell her that you’re now a single mother and you have no explanation to offer? Doubtless, ataraxia would assume the worst—that in a moment of weakness or worse yet deceit, you had laid with another.

You didn’t want that, because infidelity isn’t your forte.

It sucks, really, because you don’t even know the father of your self proclaimed son.

A shaking hand rose unsteadily to the nape of your neck, kneading the taut muscles that was locked, yet it provided no respite from the conflicted feelings that was raging within you.

You were so lost in your thoughts, and time itself ceased to have meaning. How long you’d lingered on the frigid ground again?

You just sat there, staring at the moon.

How had it come to this, you wondered. Why were you suddenly tasked with motherhood against your consent? Choso seemed resolute in claiming your connection, in claiming that he was your son.

And somehow, you believed it. Because his nature remained unclear, he wasn’t a human, and neither were you—so there’s a possibility that he was indeed your son.

Meanwhile, Your self-proclaimed son—Choso was beside you as you contemplated on your life choices.

Choso sat silently, idly dragging a stray twig through the sandy earth. His boredom was palpable, though his gaze occasionally flickered in your direction, scrutinizing for any sign of you retaliating or running away—After all, he can’t have you running from your obligation as his mother now, can you?

There was a palpable tension in the air as the two of you perched upon the rugged rock.

The silence was suffocatingly deafening—for it wasn’t the serene quietude, but rather an uneasy stillness that seemed to seep into the very crevices of the place.

Choso’s gaze was fixed on the earth beneath him, the tip of a stick tracing aimless patterns in the dirt, etching out random letters that held no meaning.

Choso couldn’t fathom why you appeared so distraught—Why you looked so upset and agitated and a pang of guilt tugged at his heartstrings. Was it his presence that caused your distraught, leading you to sulk?

A fleeting frown crossed Choso’s lips. Is it because of him that you’re upset or something? He just wants you to let you know that you have a son, and not have you getting all depressed right here and then.

What had transpired to render you so distant, as though he were a stranger? Why do you gaze at him with a disorientated gaze—as though you don’t know him?

“Hey...” Your muted voice floated on the breeze, taking Choso’s attention as his ebony tresses swayed in the wind. Turning his head in uour direction, his gaze fell upon your crestfallen mien—your eyes downcast and avoiding his probing stare

“Yes?” he asked, watching as you finally looked at him, noting the pensive furrow of your brow and the piercing gaze that you were giving him.

“...you said that you’re my child, right?” Doubt laced your query as a thought took root—if it was true—that he was your son, then why did he stand before you fully grown? You were untouched, a maiden still, and your reason rebelled against what your eyes insisted was fact.

Maybe ataraxia got you pregnant unintentionally? No, no, that’s not possible, two women could not create new life no matter how fervent the affection is, and you haven’t done the deed yet.

Such things were fanciful impossibilities.

“Yes,” Choso said simply, though his reply did little to allay your turmoil—It was vague after all.

You frowned pensively as you took in Choso’s visage. Lines of strain etched themselves across his brow; a tightness pulled at the corners of his mouth. Shadows dusked beneath his downcast eyes. Had your words carried too much censure?

Is it your fault? Were you so harsh? Is it because that you didn’t accept him as your son? Is it because you just won’t drop the subject?

Did he felt neglected by his mother or something?

You knew not how to be a mother, so how are you supposed to fulfill that role and not make him feel neglected? You were stressed too... Because if he really is your son, then why wasn’t he a baby at all, why is he a grown ass man?

The position strained you both, truly. Your chest constricted at the sight of choso’s solemn expression. Softly, you massaged your aching temples. Through dark lashes, you peered at Choso, taking in the stiff set of broad shoulders, fingers clenched white-knuckled in his lap.

While you watched him with a pitiful gaze, Choso’s gaze remained downcast, tracing the purposeful march of dark ants amidst the dirt.

Choso was just wondering what would happen if he was born as an ant while you were busy there in your internal turmoil.

“Hey...”

A tentative breath escaped your lips as you mustered the courage to speak once more, the words delicately balanced on the tip of your tongue. “I’m sorry,”

you uttered, your voice barely above a whisper as you averted your gaze, your hand trembling slightly as it came to rest upon your lap.

“I was just... overwhelmed by everything that’s happened,” you confessed, your fingers twisting anxiously in your lap.

“That’s why I’ve been so... agitated.. there’s just so many things that happened to me.. and I guess.. i kinda let my anger out on you...”

The memory of Toji’s pungent aroma suddenly assaulted your senses, causing your nose to scrunch in a grimace as you fought to push the unpleasant recollection aside.

Out of anything, why did you have to remember that little shit?

You sighed.

“I’m so sorry for being so harsh..”

You paused, your gaze searching his face, hoping to gauge his reaction, to discern whether your apology had been accepted or if the rift between your non-existent bond remained unhealed.

“I’m really sorry,” you said, the words laced with a heavy sigh as your fingers curled into your palms, the knuckles turning white with the tension. Choso arched a single, eyebrow, his expression a mix of confusion and intrigue.

“Why are you apologizing?” he asked, his deep voice tinged with puzzlement. Were you feeling remorseful for some reason he couldn’t discern?

You bit your lower lip, the soft flesh catching between your teeth as you contemplated your response.

“Because of my harshness,” you murmured, your gaze dropping to the floor.

“I may have... unintentionally, of course... offended you.”

The words felt thick and heavy on your tongue, as if your very breath struggled to form them. Choso hummed, a low, contemplative sound that reverberated in his chest.

He couldn’t help but note the shift in your demeanor, the way your once-brash and snappish attitude had given way to a more gentle, solemn air. Had you finally come to terms with the fact that he had bested you in your previous arguments? Even better, did you finally accepted that he was your son? Fantastic, indeed.

Scooting closer to you, Choso reached out, his long fingers gently brushing against the back of your hand.

“You didn’t offend me,” he assured, his voice soft and soothing.

“There’s no need to apologize.”

You looked up, your eyes meeting his.

“I... I suppose that it’s okay then... But still, i’m sorry...” you said, your words hesitant and uncertain.

But then, just as quickly as the moment of peace had come, it was gone, and you were back to your old self, your brow furrowing as you fixed Choso with a pointed stare.

“But you do realize that you can’t be my son, don't you?” you asked.

Choso’s eye twitched, and he resisted the urge to let out a frustrated sigh. There you go again, trying to stir up another argument. It seemed that this was a topic you two would never see eye to eye on.

Your fingers gently intertwined with his calloused hand, and you couldn’t help but notice the stark contrast in texture, not only that.. his hands seemed to have the same size of yours, yet it still fit snugly.

An involuntary frown tugged at the corners of your lips as you contemplated whether your stature had somehow diminished, for you were certain your palm would have dwarfed his own. After all, you were taller than him and his head were barely reaching your shoulder.

“I know I’ve already told you this countless times before, but...” You paused, your voice soft and measured as you prepared to broach the sensitive topic once more.

“My lover is a woman.” You paused, studying his features for any flicker of understanding

Pressing your lips into a tight, resolute line, you continued,

“And two women, as you’re aware, cannot conceive a child together.”Your gaze drifted downward, fingers tracing the weathered contours of his palm in a delicate, almost reverent caress.

“And... Ugh, how many times do i have to say this...? This is embarrassing...” you grumbled.

“I’m the embodiment of chastity.”

You mumbled, lifting your eyes to meet his, a silent plea resonated within your gaze.

“And besides, we should simply just drop this and accept the fact that you’re not my son. Ataraxia might grow upset and assume I’ve been unfaithful and that i’m cheating on her.” Your words were laced with a soft desperation.

“And i don’t want that...”

“Please?”

Choso scoffed, his brow furrowing as he pressed his palm against his temple, the other hand still enveloped in your grasp.

”Just... accept it,” he murmured, his voice tinged with exasperation.

“You still have my brother nestled within your womb.”

The very mention of that fact caused a knot of dread to coil in the pit of your stomach, His brother remained nestled safely within your womb. How could you forget the life growing within? How could you have forgotten, even for a moment, the life that now thrummed within you—the life that had been so unexpectedly, inexplicably conceived?

...

Now ataraxia had more reason to believe that you cheated because you were technically pregnant!

You released your hold on his hand, fingers trembling slightly as you raked them through your hair, the strands catching and snagging against your skin, and nails scraping across your scalp in agitation.

“How did this even happen?” you breathed, the words barely audible as you watched Choso press his palm reverently against your tummy, fingers splayed as if listening.

“Can you not hear it?” he murmured, his expression calm and collectedness.

“Hear what?”

“The heartbeat of Noranso.” You felt your eyes widen in shock, jaw dropping open as you stared at him, utterly flabbergasted. Flummoxed, you gaped at him as you spoke.

“Tangina Choso... Don’t tell me that..” The words tumbled from your lips, colored with disbelief.

You felt a bubbling surge of annoyance boil within your core, because if you were to give birth to that random child that randomly popped in your tummy then you would’ve named it ‘destroyer of the land and mountains’

You grimaced, founding the name that choso had given his brother kinda weird, and you were acting as if the name that you would give it wasn’t any weirder.

But To be honest? if choso didn’t have a name, then you would’ve had named him “armpit munchies” or “squishy toe nails.”

“... you named it?”

Choso merely shrugged, stepping back from you with a nonchalant air.

“No, that’s his name,” he replied vaguely, leaving you to gape at his retreating form, a thousand questions swirling in your mind.

His explanation provided little clarity to your muddled psyche. Brow furrowed, glancing between him and your stomach curiously. Finally, words tumbled forth quietly

“It has a name.” You repeated, baffled.

“I.. i see..”

“Do you all have your names chosen even before the...” you paused, brow furrowing as you struggled to find the right words,

“the sperm race?”

Choso merely shook his head, seeming equally perplexed.

“I don’t recall joining a race.” choso murmured.

“What’s a sperm?”

Waves of discomfort washed over you as you stared at Choso with a perplexed gaze, your fingers instinctively massaging the tense muscles at the base of your neck. How could this man before you, with all the trappings of adulthood, be utterly ignorant of the most fundamental aspects of human biology? You found yourself bewildered, your brow furrowing as you struggled to comprehend the sheer depth of his naivety.

“You don’t know what a sperm is?” The words tumbled from your lips, laced with a mixture of incredulity and pity. Your eyes searched Choso's face, wondering if perhaps he was some sort of savant, what if he’s actually a baby trapped in a man’s body?

“Er, well... it’s a small creature,” you began, the words catching in your throat as you grappled with the awkwardness of the situation.

“And, you know, it’s what men... release... on the female. And then, it leads to a baby or something.” You trailed off.

“Like during reproduction,” You added.

“You have those too” The words tumbled forth, a futile attempt to bridge the chasm of understanding that separated you. Choso’s expression remained flat.

“What do you mean?” His voice, devoid of any hint of emotion, only served to heighten your sense of unease.

“You have those too. Sperm. You have those.” You shook your head, the words tinged with a resigned exasperation.

“I don’t.” Choso asserted, shaking his head in a way that made your eye twitch involuntarily.

“But you do,” you replied, unable to contain your exasperation as you facepalmed.

“Beneath those clothes, you have a dick. It’s the thing between your legs, the flesh thing. And then you have balls, they’re connected to the dick and your sperm is inside of your balls.”

Your brusque, vulgar manner of explaining the process confused choso, you cringed internally as you realized how embarrassing and blunt your words is. Leaning forward, you extended a lone digit, pressing the tip firmly against the juncture of his thighs.

“Here.” you said.

Choso’s brow arched in bewilderment, his calloused palm slowly trailing downward to tentatively graze the area you had indicated.

“Here?” he questioned, his tone laced with uncertainty.

You offered a curt nod of affirmation.

“Yes, precisely there.” A long-suffering sigh escaped your lips as you watched his exploration.

“There’s nothing here.”

“Punyeta, choso, Anong kabobohan to?”

you lamented, the palm of your hand connecting sharply with your forehead in a gesture of pure exasperation.

Did this mirror the frustration Aionarch experienced while explaining the details of reproduction and the importance of restraint to your dumb ass? Was this the same impatience he felt when you struggled to grasp basic concepts? Is this how he felt when he was teaching you what sex is and you can’t understand anything?

“I don’t know. But i don’t really know what you’re talking about.” Choso’s brow creased slightly as he tried to decipher your cryptic remarks.

“Are you truly aware that offspring gestate within the female womb, yet remain ignorant of the nature of the seed that initiates such creation?” you inquired with a hint of disbelief.

Choso emitted a dismissive snort. “Tsk.”

“Do i look like i care about that reproductive thing that you’re talking about?” Choso inquired, arching a sculpted brow with dubious sincerity.

“Your words are too flowery ma, i can’t understand it.”

Choso responded, the honorific “ma” slipping unbidden from his tongue unconsciously. In all honesty, he could not muster the slightest interest in your diatribe and the meanings therein—Your speech simply dwarfed his capacity for comprehension.

“M-ma?” You sputtered in disbelief, your viscera twisted within your torso’s confines. Why the hell does he keep perceiving you as the mother who birthed him? You had already told him so many times before, Had his cognizance reshaped itself to see you thus? Jaw clenched taut, gut wrenched with turmoil, you met his steady gaze.

“What?” he asked, purple eyes narrowed to slits as irritation claimed dominion of mien and manner.

“Are you still insisting that i have that “dick” you were talking of?”

“i don’t have those.” he reiterated adamantly.

You exhaled deeply, pressing your fingertips to your temples as sheer vexation overtook you. It seemed this Choso was intent on persisting in his fanciful notion of you as his mothe, huh?

Though you strove for patience, his constant invocations of that diminutive designation only served to stoke the flames of irritation within you.

You know that this might just fuel his delusion but you still spoke.

“If you’re really my son then you’ll have those.”

you remarked, exasperation sharpening your tongue as you pointed on his torso. Directing his gaze downwards, you noted the minute tensing of his brows as thoughtful consideration replaced that look of misguided familial bonding. Silently, he pondered your implication, tracing where your suggestive gesture indicated—his midsection bereft of the corporeal signs one might expect finding to see a true blood relation.

“Why do you keep pointing at my midriff?, there’s nothing here.”

“I know that i’m right. You should just look for yourself, see if you’re right.” he mumbled incomprehensibly.

“Okay.” You said flatly.

Your fingers grasped the fabric of his vest, the coarse material rough against your skin as you tugged him closer. With a sharp tug, you lifted the garment, revealing the taut, chiseled planes of his abdomen. His breath hitched suddenly, not expecting that.

“So?” He breathes out.

“It’s under here.” you murmured, your voice low and lilting as your hand drifted downward, tracing the line of the black, silk-like sash cinched around his hips. With deft movements, you began to untie the knot, your fingertips dipping beneath the waistband of his trousers as you tugged it.

“Here?” He asked, and choso blinked as he suddenly felt blood rushing down there.

What the hell is happening? He could feel something stiffening, but he just couldn’t pinpoint what it is...

“You look like you’re living in an another person’s body, you know?” you murmured, your eyes gravitating upwards to meet his. Choso’s gaze wandered, his mind occupied with a myriad of thoughts, his body tensing uncomfortably in response. The alien sensation of his new body still lingered, a mere twenty days into this unfamiliar vessel. A body bestowed upon him by a mysterious stranger, a doppelganger of yourself in every aspect—from the matching lips to the identical eyes, skin tone, and hair.

The resemblance between you two was uncanny, eerie in its precision.

But the personalities and the voice is different though.

Unease shadowed his features, amethyst eyes brooding, thoughts no doubt wandering to that fateful encounter only days past when first he’d been gifted with animated flesh.

Your voice broke him out of his reverie.

“I am not well-versed in the anatomy of males, But i guess I’ll just indulge you in from what I've read in my books,” you stated with a trace of bitterness, recalling the arduous task of having to study that 50 books with long ass pages for no reason at all.

“Maybe we should start with your upper physique?” you suggested with innocent curiosity, your words laced with a hint of uncertainty.

Your delicate hands slowly roamed his firm physique, lingering in certain spots as if mapping every contour with her touch alone. A visible shiver coursed through his body at the first caress upon his bare chest. “So here,” You began, pressing your soft palms fully against his pecs,

“lies your thoracic cavity.”

He gazed down intently at your hands exploring his form, too confused to fully comprehend your anatomical lesson.

“What’s a thoracic cavity?” He questioned, his curiosity piqued.

“It’s your chest. It’s a complex chamber nestled within your chest, safeguarding the vital organs necessary for sustaining life,” you explained, noting how he tilted his head slightly as he delicately removed your fingers from his cloth. With a meticulous gesture, he adjusted the fabric and lifted it up higher granting you an enhanced view of his upper body.

“You mean, the things that are essential for living?” he murmured in wonderment.

“Yeah.” you affirmed with a nod.

“Hmm... Intriguing,” he mused, mentally marking the importance of this knowledge.

His gaze then wandered towards your own chest.

“Why does your chest look like that? It’s different from mine.” he inquired, leaving you momentarily speechless.

You gawked.

“Putanginang lalake to... Choso, don’t ask questions like that! It’s uncomfortable and weird.” You sighed.

“Look me in the eyes, not my chest,” you instructed, a hint of exasperation lacing your words as he acquiesced with a nod, seemingly unaware of his lapse in etiquette.

You cleared your throat, hoping to get rid of the awkward atmosphere.

“So... Back to what i was saying.”

“There’s organs in here and they’re essential for your living. It's divided into three main parts, right pleural cavity, left pleural cavity and mediastinum. And the five organs in your thoracic cavity are your heart, lungs, esophagus, trachea and thymus.”

“There’s bones in here too, like your ribs and the sternum.”

“This one’s your sternum,” You mumble, tracing the arch of his sternum before dipping lower

“And this one’s your ribcage.”

Your fingers delicately glided across the solid ridges of his rib cage.

Sliding lower still, the tips of your fingers grazed his taut stomach.

“The abdomen...” you comtinued,

“The abdomen contains many vital organs: the stomach, the small intestine, the large intestine, the liver, the spleen, the gallbladder, the pancreas, the bladder, and many blood vessels.”

“And here, your groin” Your fingers dipped under his waistband and you were about to take it off until a distorted sound reached your ears, a warped and twisted echo that set your nerves on edge.

“Mommyyy” it crooned, and you froze, choso stiffening beside you as you both snapped your gaze toward the source.

There, emerging from the shadows, a giant, fat, purple worm with an ugly and contorted face. The same creature you had once shapeshifted into.

“Mommy Hug me”

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The miasmic scent of blood flooded Xeranthi’s senses as she gingerly sat upon her husband’s lap. Aionarch’s hand massaged her lacerated flesh. Stiffening against the forthcoming anguish, she steeled herself to absorb his ministrations without compromise of façade.

The woman’s ravaged flesh contracted in pain as pale slender fingers traced over her fresh lashes, reopening the barely sealed wounds.

Xeranthi’s flesh constricts as his fingers delved deeply into the crimson gash, parting the freshly torn skin with delicate precision. Her muscles and sinews writhed beneath his probing touch, the contractile tissue recoiling from the painful intrusion. Ichor fluid welled and spilled anew with each probing motion, and it dripped down his fingers like midnight liquid, painting his fingers a grim ichor.

Each brush of contact sent tendrils of white-hot agony lancing through her battered form, her stomach roiling with a fresh wave of nauseating pain—and she wanted to vomit so bad.

Aionarch methodically traced the wound’s edge, his glowing touch bringing tentative relief—That xeranthi very much didn’t appreciated. Her taut fibers slowly drew closed once more beneath his healing caress, though, the residual soreness remained.

The whip that they used kn her was excruciatingly painful, a nefarious device of torture forged from a dragon's scaly tail. Each serrated barb along its rippling length was painful, and each sharp tooth that lined the whip’s gangrenous tongue was carved from the fossilized scales of some bygone beast, and Xeranthi could feel her senses reeling as she remembered the obsidian talons buried deep within her back, rending sinews and splitting her skin.

She hissed in irritation as his head nestled intimately at her nape. His fingers drifted now across her marred back, cataloging each cruel mark left by the kiss. Over raised welts and gouges his hands roamed, tracing the ribs laid bare through her broken flesh.

Her form shivered violently at the fresh stimulus to such tender wounds, irritation and anger writting clear upon her trembling limbs. Still he persisted, tending injuries both evident and deeper still, his moist exhalations but another torment upon her skin already flayed. Slowly, gradually, underneath his ministrations the ravages began to fade.

Even in supposed gentleness her sadistic lord inflicted new torments too. Though his touch now soothed rather than seared, memories of past cruelties clung to her like parasites, burrowing their tendrils deep into her psyche.

“you’ve been quiet for quite a while now,”

Aionarch said quietly, though a hint of irritation colored his tone. This wasn’t the reaction he envisioned from Xeranthi after taking her away from that dreadful place.

Despite his efforts to mend her wounds, an undercurrent of ingratitude lingered like a bitter aftertaste.

Such an ungrateful wife she is, no wonder that their daughter is ungrateful too.

“And what would you have me say?”

Xeranthi jaw sets like stone as she let out a derisive grunt.

“Want me to thank you for your oh so called graceful mercy? Want me to thank you and act like you’re my savior when you’re the reason why i’m there in the first place?”

Aionarch grasped her chin roughly, his nails digging crescents into her flesh as he forced her gaze to meet his own.

“Ah? It seems the apple falls not far from the tree,” he murmured. “I think I know from whence our daughter’s foolishness stems,”

He breathed, the scent of wine upon his breath.

“So you’ve finally recognized your own reflection?”

Xeranthi’s lips curled into a wry smile, though no mirth touched her eyes. “So you finally admit she inherits her dull wit from you?”

Pausing, Aionarch considered her retort before throwing back his head and laughing, though the sound held no joy.

“Nay, ‘Tis from you, wife.”

Aionarch hesitated, brow furrowing, then laughed sharply. “No, she gets her foolishness from you.”

“She has your features, your genes,” Xeranthi countered.

“And she has your intellect, or lack thereof.

Aionarch’s fingers clenched tighter, his nails breaking skin, still Xeranthi would not flinch or cry out, meeting his gaze with defiance.

“You are cute Weiveiun,” He says with a chuckle.

Xeranthi narrowed her eyes as his icy gaze bored into her, pale ichor dripping slowly from vicious half-moon gouges in her skin where his nails still dug. Though her flesh stung in pain, she would not give him the satisfaction of seeing her pain.

Dark lashes fluttered shut to block out his soulless stare, though it did nothing to halt the onslaught of memories assaulting her mind.

“What did you do to my soryuleitha?”

“I know that you wouldn’t bring her up unless you did something.”

Aionarch hums as he traced a thumb along her jaw, smearing the iridescent blood across her cheek in a gruesome caress.

“What do you think?” He asks.

“I discovered that our daughter has become enamored with a woman,” the deity sighed languidly, and Xeranthi remained stock-still as her eyes grew wide with horror and dismay. No... surely Aionarch has not uncovered your secret attraction to the fairer sex? Xeranthi swallowed painfully, hoping beyond hope that you remains unscathed, for she knows all too well how cruel Aionarch can be, and how fiercely he despises any bond of intimacy that deviates from his narrow conception of propriety. And it was especially grievous, for it concerned you.

“You’ve hurt her...” Xeranthi said in icy tones and Aionarch hummed dismissively, feeling some subterranean forces suddenly surging forth from nowhere to pierce through him, but they dissipated impotently as he dispersed them with a negligent flick of his hand.

“Indeed, I did,” Aionarch replied coldly, without an ounce of remorse, not even caring about xeranthi’s pathetic attempt to hurt him.

Drawing a shuttered breath, Xeranthi stated grimly, “You should’ve just killed her.” She said coldly.

“And not hurt her.”

“You hurt her so grievously because you are consumed by envy of her lover, isn’t it?” Xeranthi murmured pensively, and for a split-second, Aionarch’s eyes widened in surprise at her perceptiveness before he threw his head back and laughed hollowly.

“Clever girl,” he purred, pressing his lips to Xeranthi’s cheek in a mockery of affection, which caused the goddess to recoil inwardly from his defiling touch.

“Since when did you know, hm?” Aionarch asks, and Xeranthi’s gaze slowly drifted downwards, her eyes avoiding his penetrating stare. How did she know? Through her stealthy observations over many years. Ever since you were a mere babe, it had seemed to Xeranthi that Aionarch was utterly obsessed with you, obsessed with sculpting you into some ideal of perfection, obsessed with isolating you from all others until you belonged only to him. None dare speak to him in such a casual, informal way without meeting a ghastly end, and yet with you he was strangely tender, affectionate even.

And that was not all—Aionarch kept a close, watchful guard over your purity as well, as if you were his private treasure. These things had whispered to Xeranthi’s intuition for longer than she could recall, leaving an uneasy sense of foreboding within her.

“Ever since she was a child,”

“I see the way you look at her.” Xeranthi murmured through clenched teeth, each word sharp enough to draw blood. Her fingernails dug half-moons into her palms as barely contained rage coursed through her veins.

“The way you so readily forgive her transgressions, as if she hung the very stars in the sky.”

Aionarch merely hummed in noncommittal acknowledgement, yet the icy disdain miring his eyes belied the uncaring facade he attempted to project.

“True, I harbor no love for you,” he conceded with a frigid smile that raised hackles along Xeranthi's neck.

“But i do care for you. Do I not provide for your needs? Have I not elevated your status above all others?”

She sneered mirthlessly.

“Spare me your falsehoods and justifications. I am no fool, no matter how you may seek to paint me as such. I know well that you used me—my body, my name—for no other purpose than so you could have a child because apparently, i’m the prettiest goddess blah blah blah, bullshit like that. Like i give a damn if you elevated my status”

“Watch your insolent tongue, woman, lest you regret the consequences.”

Xeranthi barked a harsh, derisive laugh.

“The truth wounds, does it? That I see clearly what lies beneath your genteel ravings? She looks like you,” she spat venomously,

“and so you mistake your narcissism for love. You like her because she looks like you, she spits your image.”

“Your feelings for [Name] has never been platonic in the first place.”

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𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

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𑁍ࠬܓ━━𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒:

𝟎𝟎𝟏. [Name]’s stomach is starting to digest Choso’s Brother.

𝟎𝟎𝟐. Xeranthi knows about [Name] and Ataraxia.

𝟎𝟎𝟑. [Name] is the goddess of chastity, cause she was forced to live in Chastity by her father.

𝟎𝟎𝟒. Ataraxia heard the conversation between Aionarch and Xeranthi.

𝟎𝟎𝟓. The worm thinks that [Name] is its mommy too because yk? She once transformed into the worm and the worm scent is clinging onto her—so the worm assumed that she was its mommy.

𝟎𝟎𝟔. Choso wanted to ask about Ataraxia but refrained himself from doing so.

𝟎𝟎𝟕. Xeranthi wasn’t bothered by aionarch’s incestuous love cause it’s normal for them—since they’re deities and incest is normal in deities and they see nothing wrong with it.

𝟎𝟎𝟖. The person that gave choso his body was said that they looked like Kamiseijin but it’s not really kamiseijin, neither was it aionarch.

𝟎𝟎𝟗. Aionarch didn’t killed ataraxia for a reason;)

𝟎𝟏𝟎. Aionarch only took Xeranthi away to share some information with Xeranthi cause he kinda expected that Xeranthi would recoil at the thought of [Name] liking a woman but got the opposite reaction instead cause Xeranthi supports her daughter no matter what.

𝟎𝟏𝟏. Choso once considered bashing your head.

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𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒:

𝟎𝟎𝟏. “Punyeta, anong kabobohan to choso” means “What the fuck kind of stupidity is this, Choso?”

Weiveiun means

𝟎𝟎𝟐. Soryuleitha means “My sole happiness”

𝟎𝟎𝟑.Weiveiun means “My darling”

𝟎𝟎𝟒. “Putang inang lalake to” means this fucking man...

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🔪 || 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

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╰┈➤ 𝟎%

—𝐒atoru has been thinking about you or whatever, and honestly? He’s getting a bit jealous of you because suguru has been focusing on tryna figure out what the actual fuck you are.

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╰┈➤ 𝟏𝟎%

—𝐒uguru saw ataraxia’s name on the necklace and now he’s assuming that your name is ataraxia<3.

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╰┈➤ 𝟎%

—𝐓oji misses his worm already, please come back. He needs money.

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╰┈➤ 𝟒% (𝐔𝐩 𝟐%)

—𝐒hoko, just like suguru, assumed that your name is ataraxia and now she’s doing loads of research in tryna find you.

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╰┈➤ 𝟐𝟒% (𝐔𝐩 𝟒%)

—𝐂hoso is getting irritated by you. BUT, he’s jealous because a fucking worm just called you mommy! Like why is the worm stealing his mother? Choso was annoyed at that + he’s also annoyed at the fact that you kept on telling him about human reproduction or something like that, he’s getting uncomfortable with the topic + what are you even saying about his body or something? Choso has never really looked at his body or something like that, nor did he paid any mind in the details.

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄:

okokok, so i’m not writing choso as an “innocent uwu” bullshit like that. Choso is not innocent in here and he’s just really curious about how the human body works, but that doesn’t mean that he’s innocent or something. He just trusts Kamiseijin and is quite comfortable with her, that’s why. + He’s literally thinking of killing [Name].

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Shit’s bouta go down at chapter six:) just don’t mind my obsession with anatomy lmfao. This chapter is cringe af (everything is in my pov) dawg, i sprained my ankle and now i’m itching to hurt my mc again... But i just decided to give her this moment of peace because i’m gonna take it all away soon💓.... Mwhehe i was supposed to make her meet Toru and Sugu in her human form but i decided to just make them meet her at chap 7 cause (spoilers: there’s gonna be a fight in chapter 6)

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LOL THIS BULLSHIT BECAME A SCIENCE LESSON INSTEAD OF A JJK FUCKIN' FANFIC LMAOOO SJHSHZJAJAK... And yeah... When i said that there’s gonna be incest in here... I meant that. BUT DON’T THINK THAT I CONDONE/NORMALIZE THAT BEHAVIOR IRL OKAY? incest isn’t okay and it’s illegal<3

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Omg a fellow south east asian friend🥹🥹 im just gonna say hello from indonesia, love your work omgg youre so cool its illegal

AAAA I'M GLAD TO FIND MY FELLOW SE/ASIANS HERE🫶🏻🫶🏻 HELLO POOKIE, THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT OMGOMG🫶🏻🥹 hello from the Philippines<33 aajakzjz i hppe that you have a pleasant day pookie 🥹

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Hey queen, saw youre post on quotev and i just wanna tell you to get well soon:( i hope that your ankle heals cause that shit is annoying af🙄👎🏿 but seriously though, get well soon and take acetaminophen if it hurts🫶🏿 And avoid putting weight on the injured ankle as much as possible, love yaa, get well soon aerah🥹🫶🏿

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OMSJSKS THANKS SO MUCH POOKS. and ikr?? The audacity of this ankle to get sprained is just so <<< /j

BUt seriously, thank you<33 I'll make sure to take that advice teehee, love ya too pookie, pls do take care of yourself</3

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hi! ♡ I wanted to to ask you where can i find you stories😅.. bc i'm new with tumblr and i see people are talking about a stories that you wrote and i got excited😭

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Welcome to tumblr pooks:3 you can find it there, just click on the text and you’ll see it. I mostly just post my fics and oneshots on tumblr, however, on quotev, i’m more active there + it’s my main site and it contains all of my fics:3 since i didn’t rlly post some of my other fics here in tumblr. Teehee, hope you enjoy🫶🏻 oh also, just a Tw; all of em are yanderes and has dark themes.

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SO I WAS TALKING YOU, AND SAW YOUR PREVIOUS POSTS ON YOUR MAIN SITE, AND I WAS LIKE, HOLD UP, YOU WRITE USING A

FUCKING CELLPHONE?!?!

Queen, please teach me your ways, how the hell do you do that?🤔 If you dont mind me asking what is your main priority fic?

AND WHAT FIC ARE YOU GOING TO PUBLISH FIRST? I SAW ALL OF THE IDEAS AND THEY WERE ALL SO YUMMY😋😋😈👍🏿 I HOPE THAT THE GETO ONE IS FIRST THO🫦💪🏿

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LOL, WHY ARE YOU ALL SO SHOCKED THAT I’M USING A CP TO WRITE, THIS IS THE FOURTH TIME THAT SOMEBODY IS FLABBERGASTED THAT I USE CP OR SOMETHING 😭😭😭 it’s just much more easier to write using my cellphone, cause i mostly just use my laptop for acads and for playing games and saving documents or something like that. It’s easier for me to write on a cp because i’ll automatically see the correct spelling of stuff because i TOTALLY suck at spelling😭 spelling is my weakness bro, because i constantly doubt my spellings if it’s right.... BUT YEAH, you’re just gonna use it like you’re texting someone and tellin’ them a story/spilling a tea:33

BUT YEAH, speaking of my main priority, it’s Retribution and Game Over (my bl fic), honestly, it’s probs retribution since i already planned like 16 chapters of it and hey, it’s always 5k+ words soo... And game over too, cause me and my co author @airenxys has some plans for it already (we lack the motivation to write and we both r busy because of acads lmfao) (pls support him too cause his books r all fire and is a straight up 5 star meal)

and i’ll probably publish two faced first (the jjk x kny crossover) or Fatal Bite (another bl fic). BUTTT, who knows?? Let’s just hope that i get the motivation to do dollhouse (the yan! suguru). I might do it once i finally planned all of the chapters and get the motivation to do:33 BUT THANKS FOR YOUR SUPPORT POOKIE, MWAAA, Love ya!😚😚

#ᯓ★Aerah’s works!#Y!jjk; Retribution #Y!jjk x kny; Two Faced #Y!m; Fatal Bite #Y!Suguru Geto; Dollhouse #jjk x reader #jjk x you #yandere jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yandere satoru gojo #yandere gojo #yandere geto #yandere suguru geto #yandere x you #yandere x reader

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aerahyasashi · 12 days

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Hello queen😄💕 I just wanted to ask who's your top 5 favorite anime characters from jujutsu kaisen, record of ragnarok, chainsaw man and demon slayer☺️ ❣️

I am so excited for the part 2 of reminiscent, because it was really so scarry, the way gojo is so delusional and the way he's treating the reader is giving me the chills 🥹 normally when i would see yandere fics, it was either smutty and they're sweet towards the reader, and damn, when i read reminiscent and can you keep a secret i was like "holy cow, this is scary" 😅your yandere fics are a fresh breath of air because we could actually see the obsession and insanity in them🤭🩷

and i love how you write and the way you write gore omg, i get the chills whenever reading your stuff🤩🫶🏼❣️ and just your overall writing is incredibly engaging.

Keep up the amazing work queen👑🩷

Please take care of yourself and don't stress yourself and rest, i hope you have a good day mwahh💋

You are the best!🩷

–🌸

YOU ARE SO SWEET OMG🥹🫶🏻 THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KIND WORDS ANON, I LOVE YOUUU🥹🫶🏻 YOU MADE MY DAY, PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF TOO, DRINK WATER AND STAY HYDRATED, I HOPE THAT YOU GET ENOUGH SLEEP AND YOUR DAY IS GOOD TOO, YOU MADE MY DAY 😼💓

asbxxj i’m glad that reminiscent makes you feel the chills cause i gave my blood sweat and tears for that /j. But I’m glad that you like my fics and my writing, and i just really like writing unhinged characters💓 but really, tysm, pooks.

Also, here’s my top 5 characters from each animee<33

Jjk; Suguru, Satoru, Yuki, Choso & Yuta.

Ror; Anubis, Beel, Apollo, Loki, & Nostradamus.

Csm; Denji, Fami, Beam, Reze, & Yoshida

Kny; Kokushibo, Sanemi, Mitsuri, Douma, & Obanai.

#ᯓ★Aerah’s answers!#Y!Satoru Gojo; Reminiscent #Y!Suguru Geto; Can you keep a secret?#yandere jjk #yandere gojo #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere satoru gojo

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aerahyasashi · 13 days

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Do you do character x character? Im so cravin for toby x clockwork rn:( i want some dom toby with bratty sub clockwork for real.

Sorry for bugging:(

Hey pookie<3, i do write character x character, XSKSKS, i love the idea, and i’ll try writing it soon after graduation, since i’ll get loads of free time after that<3. Maybe i’ll just create a separate blog for characters x character teehee<3. And dw, it’s not a bother<3. I love ticciwork anyways.🫶🏻

Hope that you can wait for it though🥹

Ps; i don’t really write smut that much, cause i’ve like only done it 1 time but i’ll try my best. Lmg, you’re the 🕷️ anon, aren’t you?

#ᯓ★Aerah’s answers!

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aerahyasashi · 14 days

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hi sweetiee! <3 ILOVED that Gojo x non-sorcerer reader.(I cried a lot and I want to again in part 2)

I felt bad for reader... I thibk Gojo regretted because he "gained" his old friend in his mind but he lost his lover. I'm afraid reader won't get better because Gojo did terrible things to her and even though he regrets it, what's done is done.

I feel that reader will die in part 2 because I would wanted to die if I were her... I cant even think about living with another's face appearance..

I'm looking forward to part 2 if you will write <33

SKSKSKX HI POOKIE🫶🏻🫶🏻 🫶🏻 AND YEAH, there's no saving reader now, because she’s technically brainwashed to believe that she’s suguru & she can”t even think for herself ‘cause of Gojo’s influence and gaslighting and manipulation🤧

but on part 2,but then i might just kill her but it’d be euthanasia yk? Cause technically, she's suffering (mentally and physically). But i doubt it, maybe i’ll kill her, or maybe not;). But fr tho, i’d literally cry and kms if i’m at her place💀💀

But still, both of them r victims:( the reader is a victim of Gojo, while Gojo is a victim of his own delusions and desperation+ he has mental illnesses (that doesn’t mean that his actions should be justified though) poor baby is just so desperate to have his bestfriend again to the point that he forgot about his lover and he was blinded by his delusions

But RAHHAHS ON PART 2 I’LL SHOW MORE OF HER EXPERIENCES WITH GOJO AS SUGURU😼👌🏻

I’m glad that you loved it though, And i’m glad that i tugged on your heartstrings babe>.<

DON'T MIND ME MAKING MY ANSWERS LOOK AESTHETIC LMFAO

#ᯓ★Aerah’s answers!#Y!Satoru Gojo; Reminiscent #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere satoru gojo #yandere gojo #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #jjk x fem!reader #yandere jjk x reader #yandere satoru x reader

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aerahyasashi · 15 days

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⋆♱⋆WISH GRANTED CH: 1

⋆♱⋆SYPNOSIS In which, you, a workaholic grade A detective has been investigating about multiple murder cases, found out that your boyfriend has been seeing your best friend behind your back. And due to your anger, you accidentally wished for your ex boyfriend and ex best friend to die—and they did end up dying. her boyfriend and best friend was found dead and brutally killed. and the person who did it was the same serial killer she was looking for, and no matter what her wish is, he ends up granting it in the most twisted way possible

⋆♱⋆WARNINGS Infidelity, Death, Yandere Behaviors (duh) Other triggering stuff.

⋆♱⋆PAIRINGS Yandere! Eyeless Jack x Fem! Detective! Reader

⋆♱⋆NOTE Hearts and Reblogs are greatly appreciated<3.

⋆♱⋆MASTERLIST

TAKING OUT A PICTURE of someone who was reported missing from your briefcase, you smoothly placed it on the table. With a quick movement, you grabbed a red marker from your briefcase and decisively drew a bold ‘x’ across the person’s face.

“Another missing person that got killed,”

You let out a weary sigh as your eyes remained focused on Jhenicca, your closest confidant and fellow detective. Both of you were dedicated to solving crimes together, forming an inseparable partnership in the field. However, it was important to note that you held a higher rank and possessed more experience in comparison to your junior colleague, Jhenicca.

Jhenicca’s brows creased as her emerald green eyes bore into your [E/c] ones.

“Seriously? Another one?”

Jhenicca let out a deep, anguished groan expressing her displeasure at the fact that an increasing number of individuals were disappearing, only to be discovered lifeless later on.

“Yeah, seriously.” You uttered those words, your face devoid of any emotion.

“Ah, well, it doesn't really matter anyway.” Jhenicca uttered in a low voice, her eyes wandering aimlessly, diverting her attention from yours.

“Just give the damn information, [N/n]” Jhenicca asked for the necessary information and specifics during your conversation. You set the red marker down, signaling the start of a conversation that was about to take a somber turn.

“The victim was named Katarina Smith. She vanished four days ago after entering a forrest. Her lifeless body was discovered in an abandoned building inside the forrest,"

You revealed the information. As an exceptional and highly skilled investigator, you were entrusted with leading the inquiry into the mysterious disappearances, wherein the victims were consistently discovered with horrifying injuries or their vital organs, such as the kidneys, inexplicably gone. This disturbing pattern of events has persisted over the course of the last four months, leaving you feeling increasingly weary and overwhelmed due to the sheer volume of cases being assigned to you.

“We can go to the crime scene later and look for some evidence.”

You suggested and jhenicca nodded solemnly.

“So what do we know about the previous victims?” Jhenicca questioned you as her brows knitted, obviously disturbed.

You reached into your briefcase once again and pulled out a file containing the information you had gathered so far.

“There have been fifteen victims before Katarina,”

You began, flipping through the pages. “All of them went missing under similar circumstances—last seen entering a forrest, and then found dead on different sides of the Forrest.”

“Fifteen.”

Jhenicca breathed out and slammed her fist on your table, creating a loud banging sound and you sighed in exasperation, placing your hand on your forehead as your brows creased and your jaw locked.

“I know, i know.”

You mumbled, exasperated.

“Fifteen fucking people have been going missing for about 4 months now and we still can’t fucking get a single trace or clue about the perpetrator!”

Jhennica’s seethed with anger, clearly expressing her deep disappointment regarding the sluggishness of your progress. However, it is hard to deny her feelings, as you yourself are also disappointed with the current situation.

“Calm down.”

You tried to calm her down.

“What do you mean calm down?”

Jhenicca glared at you, running a hand through her blond locks.

“[Name]! We can’t go around relaxing when people are going missing and dying!”

Jhenicca exclaimed, causing you to feel increasingly frustrated. However, despite your annoyance, you made an effort to maintain your composure. Deep down, you acknowledged that Jhenicca had a valid point. It wasn’t as if you were idly lounging around; in reality, you had been pushing yourself to the limit, tirelessly working nonstop in order to achieve any sort of progress—And you were tired, so fucking tired.

Feeling overwhelmed and frustrated, you let out a heavy sigh, massaging your temples with your fingertips to alleviate the mounting tension.

“I know, i know” You spoke incoherently and indistinctly, barely making any audible sounds. “However, it is essential for you to regain composure initially, for it will enable us to thoroughly evaluate the circumstances at hand and make an accurate assessment."”

With a slightly narrowed gaze and furrowed brows, you expressed to her, causing Jhenicca to let out an exasperated huff and divert her gaze from you.

“Calm down my ass,”

She mumbles.

You experienced a sudden involuntary contraction in your eye, causing it to twitch.

“Cease behaving in such an immature and obstinate manner, don’t be a fucking brat” Feeling exasperated by her obnoxious behavior, you let out a disapproving sound while your level of professionalism momentarily dissipates. Jhenicca, in response, disdainfully looks away, disregarding your reaction.

“Fuck you.”

She glared at you.

“Fuck you too.”

Jhenicca releases a sarcastic laugh, displaying her annoyance towards the unexpected and abrupt eruption of emotions from you.

“Okay, whatever, but we still need to find any pattern or connection between these victims,”

Jhenicca made a suggestion, her voice hinting at a lingering annoyance. In response, you scornfully chuckled, casting your gaze downwards.

Taking a moment to collect yourself, you took in a deep breath before quietly uttering a small apology for your earlier outburst.

However, Jhenicca breezed past your apology, choosing to disregard it completely as she proceeded with her speech.

“Do you think it could provide us with valuable clues regarding the murderer's identity? Is there anything notable connecting all of the victims that you've observed?” she asked.

Once you regained a sense of inner tranquility, you visibly expressed your agreement by giving a reassuring nod. Resting your hand gently upon your chin, you directed your gaze towards Jhenicca, deep in thought.

“The victims share several similarities among themselves. Firstly, they all belong to the young adult age group, specifically individuals in their twenties. Secondly, they had a common habit of visiting and spending time in the same forest. Lastly, their disappearances occurred exclusively during the weekends, further emphasizing this pattern of occurrence.” You provided a clear explanation.

“Based on the autopsy reports, it seems that their kidneys were removed post-mortem, suggesting a potential organ trafficking angle. However, the brutality of the killings indicates a possibly cannibalistic tendencies as well.”

You have provided an explanation regarding the reason behind those individuals having their organs removed. It is feasible to consider the possibility of a cannibal being involved, particularly since you had previously delved into the topic through various cannibal documentaries during your college years.

“We need to gather more evidence and dig deeper into the victims' backgrounds.”

You said, tapping on your chin.

“We need to find any connections they might have had, both among themselves and with potential suspects. We’ll also increase surveillance on houses that are close in that forrest, for they frequented in the hope of catching any suspicious activities.”

You informed and you were taken aback when, out of nowhere, the entrance to your workspace abruptly swung ajar, unveiling the presence of your beloved partner, Earl.

Earl is also a skilled investigator who happens to be employed within the same institution as you. He had a pile of papers held in one hand while balancing some cups of refreshing iced coffee in his other hand.

“Good morning, Love”he greeted with a pleasant tone, his words carrying warmth and friendliness. With a gleeful expression, he curved his lips upward, directing his gaze towards Jhenicca with the intention of acknowledging her presence as he nodded approvingly.

“Good morning to you too!”Jhenicca extended a warm welcome. You let out a frustrated breath and directed your gaze towards Earl.

“Kindly knock on the door to gain permission before stepping inside the room.” Shaking your head in dismay, you expressed your disapproval through scolding, while Earl nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders, revealing his indifference.

“* apologize for the interruption, but I have something of utmost significance to share,” your partner apologized politely, presenting you with a substantial collection of documents and carefully arranging them on the surface of your desk.

“Really?” Jhenicca’s eyelids fluttered momentarily, as a reflexive response to stimuli.

“What is the matter?”

You inquired, fixating your gaze directly into the deep, mahogany irises of Earl.

“There has been an increase in the number of individuals who have disappeared, and upon closer examination, it is evident that the specifics align with the characteristics observed in the previous instances.”

As your eyes briefly skimmed across the pile of documents placed right in front of you, a complex blend of unease and exasperation manifested on your face.

The news you were presently receiving was far from ideal, pushing against your desire for a different outcome, particularly since you and your diligent team had invested an immense amount of time and effort into probing the perplexing string of disappearances that had preceded this moment. Jhenicca, noticing the identical emotional response on her own countenance, mirrored your sentiments precisely upon digesting the given information.

“Anyways, i brought some coffee for you, love,” As you observed, Earl gently placed the refreshing iced coffee onto your desk, and a sense of appreciation washed over you, causing a grateful smile to adorn your face while simultaneously feeling a soothing wave of relaxation engulfing your being.

“Thanks love—”

You initiated speaking, however, Jhenicca interjected, causing you to immediately cease speaking and keeping your lips sealed.

“No coffee for me? I’m feeling left out you know?” Jhenicca’s eyebrow arched in amusement as she voiced her playful disappointment regarding the lack of coffee being offered to her. As you observed the situation, a flicker of surprise crossed your face, signaling that you were starting to grasp the peculiarly close bond between Jhenicca and your boyfriend. A peculiar sense of discomfort started to take hold of you, yet you struggled to identify the exact source of this unease.

‘Since where were they this close?’

You pondered quietly as you watched the two interact.

Earl couldn’t help but chuckle in response to Jhenicca’s witty remark, as he placed yet another refreshing iced coffee on the desk, hoping to soothe her slight disappointment expressed through her adorable pouting expression.

With a wide smile, he uttered,

“Here, don’t sulk.” Jhenicca beamed with happiness as she conveyed her appreciation. Earl emitted a light-hearted laughter, brushing off the situation, which left you with an indescribable sense of being left out, lingering persistently within you. Earl comfortably took his place on the nearby chair, gently resting his head on your shoulder as he curiously asked,

“Anyway, love, Can you provide an update on the current status of the situation? Have there been any advancements in identifying and apprehending the person responsible for the incident?”

He asked and as you were preparing to articulate a response, Jhenicca abruptly interjected once more, causing a subtle expression of displeasure to form on your face. It became increasingly apparent that since Earl’s arrival, Jhenicca had consistently been interrupting your attempts to contribute to the conversation.

“Welllll”

Jhenicca said, making sure to stretch the word.

“Nope!”

Jhenicca’s wide grin appeared on her face, attempting to portray an endearing demeanor that caused you to cringe internally; she resembled someone who was seeking attention—a fucking pick me.

It would have been more appropriate for her to exhibit a serious demeanor, considering the gravity of the topic at hand. It perplexed you how she could switch from being angered to acting as cheerful as a ray of sunshine. The sudden shift in her behavior left you contemplating whether to request her to remain silent and allow you to express yourself, but you opted to restrain from doing so.

“Unfortunately, we’ve been giving it our all, but we haven’t found any leads,”

You finally explained with a sigh and Earl frowned once he heard that information, he felt disappointed.

You then took a deep breath.

“However, I do have a theory. It’s possible that the serial killer is also a cannibal.”

Earl blinked in disbelief, but he considered the idea.

“Really? That’s quite an unexpected twist.”

Before you could elaborate and explain all the details about your theory, jhenicca interjected once more so you just chose to remain silent, a tinge of annoyance crossed your expression but it quickly disappeared.

“I agree! I’ve been thinking the same thing.”

Jhenicca said.

“Ah right! Do you know that there are similarities between the victims?”

Jhenicca began to converse with your boyfriend and as you sipped on your refreshing iced coffee, Earl glanced in your direction, expressing his acknowledgement through a subtle nod. Soon after, the two individuals initiated a conversation which took a meandering path, encompassing diverse topics.

However, a significant portion of their discussion revolved around the various homicide cases you had been diligently investigating. As you attentively observed Jhenicca and Earl engrossed in their dialogue, it became apparent that a strong connection existed between them. Unexpectedly, the serenity of the moment was abruptly disturbed by the sound of your phone ringing, breaking the tranquility in the air. Jhenicca’s eyes blinked, briefly closing and opening again.

“I thought you had your phone on do not disturb?”Jhenicca inquired, and you shook your head.

“Not quite. As a detective, every call or text holds significance, you should be aware of that,” you responded, slightly exasperated. Setting your coffee aside, you retrieved your phone from your pocket, and your eyes widened as you read the message. your eyes suddenly lit up and a faint smile made its way to your face.

Finally, an evidence, after four fucking months, there was finally an evidence.

“Ouch, so harsh.”

Jhenicca's expression turned into a pout at your stern words.

Your eye twitched in annoyance, caused by the tone she adopted. Normally, she spoke to you in a different manner, but this time it was almost childlike, which bothered you without any clear explanation as to why she was behaving that way.

Earl curiously asked, “Who is it?”

“It’s the headquarters. They’ve discovered some evidence at the crime scene,” you informed, and Earl hummed thoughtfully.

“That’s wonderful.”

Earl said with a smile.

“Really? That’s an excellent news!” Jhenicca beamed

“Yes, I’m glad too”

You replied with a closed eyed smile

Then suddenly, a phone call interrupted,you looked at your phone to see who called and it was the headquarters, perhaps they had something important to say and you couldn’t risk missing it.

“The headquarters is on the line,” you announced.

“Oh.”

Earl seemed disappointed since he wanted to talk to you more while jhenicca didn't have a reaction.

“I need to have a private conversation with them, so I’ll leave you two here,” you informed, gently shifting Earl’s head from your shoulder before standing up.

You planted a tender kiss on Earl's cheek, eliciting a smile from him.

“I won’t take long, don’t worry.”

You reassured him because you saw his disappointed face and Earl’s face lit up from your words.

“Alright, Stay safe,” Earl said, returning your smile as you made your way towards the office exit.

However, from the corner of your eye, you caught Earl discreetly wiping off the kiss, causing a frown to form on your face. And the way Jhenicca glanced at your boyfriend was different, stirring a sense of unease within you.

Your intuition was telling you that something was wrong.

Tension pervaded the atmosphere within your office, akin to an unuttered secret that lingered ever since your departure to answer the call from the headquarters. Earl’s face carried the weight of guilt, mirroring the guilty conscience that resided within him, while Jhenicca appeared unbothered, portraying an effortless and carefree demeanor that juxtaposed the tension.

It was astonishing to earl that he and jhenicca had embarked on this path. The hidden relationship between him and Jhenicca had been going on clandestinely for a significant period of nine months. Initially, it had been a mere coincidence, encounter in a bar where their paths crossed unexpectedly. However, as fate would have it, the influence of alcohol led them to hook up that night. From that moment, their connection deepened, and it evolved into an ongoing affair, causing Earl to experience overwhelming guilt for cheating on you.

“We are truly betraying [Name] by engaging in secret meetings,” Earl whispered, causing Jhenicca to recline comfortably in her chair, propping her feet up on the desk without a care, even if it meant potentially crushing important documents beneath her soles.

With a piercing gaze, she interrogated, “Between the two of us—Me and [Name], whom do you love more? Me or her?"

Feeling his throat tighten, Earl mustered the courage to respond, “You.”

Jhenicca let out an exasperated sigh, her frustration apparent as she exclaimed,

“Then what’s the big deal? We love each other, don’t we? Don’t worry, [Name] will never find out.”

...

As their conversation fell upon your ears, tears began to well up in your eyes, their meaning hitting you with full force. Suddenly, everything started to make sense. Their closeness, the way Jhenicca gazed at Earl with adoration, it was all clear now. They had been hiding their secret involvement from you, deceiving you right under your nose. The pain that came rushing over you was nearly unbearable, as the person you once loved and cherished had betrayed you with none other than your best friend. The mere thought of Jhenicca turning out to be a backstabber had never even crossed your mind. Clenching your fists tightly, you fought against the overwhelming urge to burst into the room, confront them both, and scream at them.

In that moment, your heart seemed to shatter into innumerable fragments, completely consumed by an uncontrollable whirlwind of emotions—anger, sadness, and most of all, a profound feeling of betrayal.

As you clutched your chest, your face contorted with pain, the weight of their conversation pierced your heart like a sharp knife. Earlier, you had received a brief call from headquarters, urgently instructing you to gather important documents and return to your office. Obediently, you started making your way back, determined to fulfill your responsibilities. However, fate had different plans for you that day. Along the corridor, their familiar voices reached your ears, luring you in with an irresistible curiosity. Against your better judgment, you couldn’t resist the urge to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Little did you know, the words exchanged between them would shatter your heart into countless irreparable shards.

The shock and disbelief hit you like a ton of brick. Anger immediately surged within you, a fiery mix of self-blame for not recognizing the signs sooner and directed towards those who had so callously betrayed you. It was all becoming too much to bear.

Overwhelmed with a whirlwind of emotions, tears welled up in your eyes and streamed down your cheeks uncontrollably. The pain you felt was indescribable, as if your entire world had come crashing down in an instant. Without a second thought, you hastily abandoned the familiar surroundings of the police station, leaving your colleagues behind. Although they called out to you with genuine concern, their voices only seemed like distant echoes in your ears.

Racing through the chaos of your own thoughts and emotions, you let instinct guide your trembling steps. The city streets blurred into a haze as you hurriedly made your way through the crowd. Every footfall was a desperate attempt to escape the anguish that threatened to consume you entirely. People glanced in your direction, their curious gazes fleeting, yet you were oblivious to their existence. All that mattered at that moment was finding solace.

Filled with a potent blend of frustration and exasperation, you hastily made your way towards the vast expanse of the parking lot, an irrefutable reflection of your inner turmoil. As your trembling hands grasped tightly onto the cold metal of your car keys, a surge of determination propelled you to forcefully insert the key into the lock, unleashing a resounding ‘click.’

Seeking solace within the confined space, you were driven to hastily enter your vehicle, forcefully slamming the door shut with an air of finality. Unchecked tears cascaded down your face, a poignant manifestation of the amalgamation of anger and heartbreak that tightly gripped your soul. “Can’t believe i’m so fucking dumb that i didn’t even get the hint,”

“I helped you, i was there for you, and this is your way of showing gratitude?” you exclaimed with sheer rage, your jaw clenched and your hands firmly gripping the steering wheel. The deluge of intense feelings engulfed every fiber of your being, causing your eyes to well up with tears as you were overcome by an inconsolable fit of sobbing.

“After two fucking years of our love story, you threw it all away as if it held no value or significance?” You were consumed with intense anger and frustration, directing all the blame towards jhenicca. Your anger escalated to such a level that it led you to harbor a desire for something that, upon reflection, you didn’t knew you would later deeply regret.

“I wish you two die in a painful way.”

𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃

You eventually drive away and returned home, consumed by anger, and unleashed your fury by destroying everything in sight: vases, picture frames, and the gifts Earl had given you. You smashed the vases, threw them on the ground and the wall, tore the pictures apart and ripped the gifts to shreds, you even trew your chair on the ground, and The room was now littered with shattered remnants of your rampage.

After four hours of relentless tears, your eyes were swollen and dry, leaving you devoid of any more tears to shed. Your throat felt parched, and fatigue washed over you, making you drowsy. Your break down caused too many destruction. And In the midst of this overwhelming exhaustion, your phone rang.

you grimaced.

“Probably that cheating bastards.” you muttered angrily, retrieving your phone and reluctantly opening it. The harsh light caused you to wince, but to your relief, it wasn't Jhenicca or Earl on the other end, but rather the headquarters.

With a mix of apprehension and frustration, you answered the call. A chill coursed down your spine as you listened to what they had to say.

“Your Boyfriend and Best friend was found dead.”

#ᯓ★Aerah’s works!#ᯓ★Y!EJ; Wish Granted #yandere x reader #yandere creepypasta #yandere eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack #creepypasta #yandere creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x reader #eyeless jack x you #dark themes #cw: gore #dark yandere

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aerahyasashi · 15 days

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⋆♱⋆RETRIBUTION CH; 4

⋆♱⋆WARNINGS Gore, Slow Burn Yandere, Love Percentage Au. Pseudo Incest on Choso’s Case. Confusing Bullshit. Toji is smelly af. Cannibalism (kinda), Cringe, Unedited. Mentions of torture.

⋆♱⋆PAIRINGS Yandere! Jjk x Isekai’d! Goddess! Reader

⋆♱⋆LOVE INTERESTS Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Shoko Ieri, Yuki Tsukumo, Kento Nanami, Utahime Iori, Choso, Toji Fushiguro, Sukuna Ryomen.

⋆♱⋆NOTE Also posted in wattpad & quotev. Hearts and Reblogs are greatly appreciated<3.

⋆♱⋆PREVIOUS & NEXT CHAPTER

⋆♱⋆MASTERLIST

EACH INHALE THROUGH YOUR nose pulled the stale, musty air into your lungs, therefore, you decided to breathe through your mouth, making a conscious effort to keep your nasal airways closed to avoid the unpleasant stench emanating from the man.

No matter how fervently you struggled to elude him, evading the man proved an insurmountable task.

Your every fiber ached with the desperate want to revert to your true form and scram, or ideally, melt into the very earth beneath you.

Yet, the prospect of metamorphosing back into your human guise was filled with trepidation. The notion of him witnessing a repulsive, gargantuan worm contorting into a person would potentially trigger aggression, and you're not in the mood to fight.

After all, it would be double assault too.

The assault on your olfactory senses from his offensive stench is damaging you too, and it would be worse if he were to add the physical damaging too.

And you don't want to risk it.

Seriously, you groaned inwardly.

Doesn't this guy possess an aversion to basic hygiene? Was he really that oblivious to the existence of potassium alum or the simple efficacy of deodorant? While the information of human smells regulation eluded your understanding, you knew that there's this ‘deodorant’ concept of a substance applied to the underarms to stave off malodorous stenches.

Doesn't he use that?

You felt incredibly uneasy as you perched uncomfortably on his unwashed shoulders, already imagining the putrid green aura that signifies a strong and offensive body odor.

Putanginang kili-kili yan. You thought.

The man then suddenly opened his mouth and yawned. The yawn he released unleashed a putrid wave of odor that assaulted your senses like a physical blow, causing your stomach to churn in protest as you froze.

The fumes invaded your nostrils and your meticulously maintained standards of personal cleanliness recoiled in horror at this olfactory assault, your inner hygiene guardian screaming in protest.

WHAT THE FUCK???? HE HAS A BAD BREATH TOO?

You wailed internally.

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You sat there on his smelly shoulders, utterly stupefied.

That man that picked you up was sauntering by with a grotesque behemoth of a worm sitting on his shoulders, A.K.A you, without any shame.

He reeks, and his smell is enough to incapacitate even the hardiest of skunks. Yet, the people around seemed unfazed, their reactions ranging from mild wrinkling of noses and curling lips to indifference.

A wave of incredulity washed over you. Were their nostrils forged of iron?

Nevertheless, there was no denying the unsightly, repulsive sight of that gargantuan worm clinging to the man's shoulder. Who in their right mind could overlook such a monstrosity? The edge of your patience threatened to splinter.

What the fuck is wrong with these humans?

You've been briefed by your father on the supposed stupidity and repulsiveness of humans, yet experiencing it firsthand was a whole different level of shock.

Could it be deemed normal for them to accept a rotund man, drenched in a putrid stench, nonchalantly bearing a worm with an unsettling face atop his shoulder?

These humans are crazy. You thought, acting as if you're not crazy yourself.

You can feel the weight of regret crushing your spirit as you silently reprimanded yourself for even considering the transformation into such a loathsome form. Amidst the tumult of your inner turmoil, the surroundings begin to dim as the man strides purposefully through somewhere, then through a door.

The ceiling looms above, adorned with strange alien objects that defy recognition to you. The sterility of the environment would have been a welcome reprieve and a fresh breath of air, had it not been for the olfactory assault perpetuated by your uncouth carrier.

As he traverses, you two encountered a few passersby who recoil in visceral aversion at his noxious presence and a slight sense of relief washes over you. Finally witnessing the unbridled revulsion reflected in the reactions of these normal humans validates your own repugnant assessment of the situation.

Finally, normal humans. You mentally sighed in relief, then suddenly, you heard a voice speak.

“So you’re Zeni’n Toji, huh?” a voice utters in a language foreign to your understanding, the moment you saw the man's mouth move, you immediately close off your nasal passages in a desperate bid to shield yourself from the overpowering bad breath emanating from the man.

“Nope,” The black haired man shrugs.

“Not a zeni’n anymore.”

“It’s Fushiguro now, i took my wife’s last name,” The man said, his fingers roaming over the sinewy muscles of his neck. You winced as his touch grazed your slimy exoskeleton.

“Duly noted. So, Fushiguro, I presume you’re the one making these purchases then?”

Peering ahead, you spotted another man draped in a weird ensemble—a solid black garment adorned with five white crests, that is wrapped-front style featuring square sleeves and a rectangular body, with the left side crossing over the right. The peculiar attire perplexed you.

They started to talk, but you were oblivious to what they’re saying, for you are too distracted by the foreign language and the strange attires.

Do humans truly wear such strange attire?

You pondered, you don't really know how things in the other realms, cause your experiences was limited to the confines of your father's celestial castle high above the nebula, forbidden from venturing into the realms beyond.

Bound by the restrictions imposed on you, your existence had been confined to the splendors of the nebula realm—a domain reserved for supreme beings like Aionarch and yourself, alongside his twin sister and her progeny. The nebula is considered to be the most divine and beautiful place in existence in your world, and the highest of them all.

A place more Celestial and Ethereal than heaven itself.

Here, the very fabric of existence holds a unique resilience, swiftly restoring anything that dares to meet destruction. It's a celestial sanctuary where permanence is a fleeting concept, and the essence of eternal renewal is in the ethereal currents. In this sacred domain, nothing can succumb to irreparable harm without the sanction of aionarch.

Nebula is limitless, though, you have only heard of its magnificence from Aionarch, as you have never truly been able to explore it. The only time you did venture into the nebula was with Xeranthi, but even then, you and your mother were restricted in how far you could go, always under the watchful eye of Aionarch to ensure you ‘safety’ cause he was too afraid that his precious wife and only daughter might become lost or in danger. Thus, you were never allowed to venture too far and wasn't even allowed to go to other realms.

The second realm was heaven, where a plethora of deities resided, including Ataraxia. Though a paradise in its own right, it paled in comparison to the ethereal beauty of the nebula.

Although you have never experienced the beauty of heaven firsthand because you are stucked on the nebula, or more like locked up in the nebula, you have heard descriptions of it from ataraxia. She believes heaven is visually stunning, but interestingly, she also believes that the nebula surpasses it in beauty and grandeur, and that the heaven is only the second most beautiful place in the realm.

Then the third realm, Shaxilu, housed the lower deities—a realm known for its inhabitants' disdain towards Aionarch, bottom feeders deities who yaps without knowing much.

A realm teeming with fauna and lesser beings, it boasted of beauty yet lacked the divine allure present in both nebula and heaven. Here, the deities grappled with their responsibilities, ensuring the demigods remained contained and restraining the meddling of their celestial kin amongst humans.

Then came forth rhe fourth realm, known to humans as Earth, Earth was beautiful, yet it was getting destroyed by the humans who call it home.

Beneath this realm, existing as the darkest abyss of existence, was the fifth realm known as Kolase. Nestled in the deepest depths, Kolase was a place that humans calls hell. Everywhere in Kolase, cries of tortured souls and the shadows of demons and other eerie beings were palpable. Despite the horror that filled its every corner though, there was an undeniable beauty to Kolase, a charm that struggled to surface amidst the ceaseless chorus of tormented wails that echoed through its depths.

And by now? You felt as if you were on kolase again because of him.

The cloying stench emanating from him is suffocating, it was akin to an inferno raging in the depths of kolase itself. A shudder runs through you as you avert your gaze, the foul odor threatening to overpower your senses.

You observe him through narrowed eyes, his words muffled by the foul miasma enveloping him. His voice cuts through the thick air, each syllable laden with a putrid undertone that makes your stomach churn. Clenching your jaw, you silently commend yourself for sealing off your nasal passages, sparing yourself the full assault of his repugnant breath and reeking armpit odor.

“How much does those things sell again?” The black haired man asks, green eyes lazily scanning the place.

You blinked, not understanding any of their words.

What did they meant by that?

“About 7 million yen, Fushiguro-san,” the man replied without hesitation, his eyes locking with the gaze of the green-eyed man before him.

Huh? What are they saying? Your lips pressed tightly together.

The black haired man's lips curved into a knowing smile.

“Mhm. So, all I have to do is auction off that things then, and i get the money.” he drawled lazily.

“Yup. Half of the proceeds shall be yours,” the man stated.

“Good,” the green eyed man murmured.

“Just make sure that those jujutsu high brats—No, that gojo satoru brat comes.”

“Rest assured, Fushiguro-san.”

“Is it settled then?” the man inquired, seeking confirmation. The smelly man merely nodded.

“Let us proceed, then.” the man beckoned, his steps purposeful as he began to walk away, a silent invitation for toji to follow in his wake. And follow he did.

Meanwhile, you were confirmed. the foreign words that they uttered left you bewildered, the cadence unfamiliar to your ears. Are humans speaking a different language? The thought nags at you, a stark reminder of the vast gulf separating your celestial realm from this alien world. Everything about them feels foreign—from their attire to their accents and the peculiar sounds that spill from their lips.

Your irritation simmers beneath the surface, exacerbated by your inability to comprehend their discourse. Yet amidst the confusion, one word rings out with unmistakable frequency—“fushiguro.” Your gaze flickers to the man who had hoisted you up, connecting the sound to his assumed identity. Fushiguro, was a name that rolls off your tongue just fine, and it's pretty, just tarnished only by the off-putting odor clinging to him.

Beauty marred by filth. You noted.

You were having many thoughts and suspicion as Toji and the man strode down the shadowy corridor. The further they ventured, the more secluded the surroundings became. The door at the end of the corridor drew near, its surface adorned with an array of locks and pins, and you couldn't help but think that this is a bit shady.

With a metallic creak, the door swung open, revealing a dimly lit room that can only be described as reminiscent of a clandestine laboratory.

The walls were lined with shelves stacked high with various glass vials, beakers, and jars containing unknown substances that glowed in shades of red, green, blue, and purple. Strange symbols and diagrams were etched into the walls, aswell some equations, like a cult. In the center of the laboratory, a large stainless-steel table dominated the space, its surface littered with an assortment of scientific equipment—test tubes, Bunsen burners, and many more.

You noticed a series of cages lining one wall, each containing a different creature. Some were familiar—a dark, sleek-furred cat with unnaturally sharp claws, a plumed bird with iridescent feathers that seemed to shimmer in the dim light.

On the adjacent container lay a grotesque being, a nightmarish amalgamation resembling a spider. Its elongated limbs flexed with unnatural dexterity, stained with crimson. The creature's pallid, almost translucent body contrasted starkly against the bloodied appendages, it lacked eyes, a nose, any semblance of face—save for the gaping maw with serrated fangs.

You winced at the sight of the ugly creature. Shaking off your revulsion, your gaze refocused on the man passing two small containers to Toji.

The lower limb buds of the creature resembled paddles. Fingers were also visible, detailing the complexity of its anatomy. Furthermore, small swellings were starting to outline the future shell-shaped parts of its ears, while its eyes were visibly defined. The upper lip and nose were present, adding to the overall features of the creature. And it was all curled up.

You knew what the fuck those things are.

Fetus.

What they have is a fucking fetus, albeit a bit weird since it's color purple.

But still, why the hell do they have those? Did they ripped those out straight out of the mother's womb?

Your throat constricts.

Your heart raced as Toji suddenly forcibly pried open your deformed mouth.

Oh my fucking goodness, don't tell me that they're gonna feed that to me?

You tried to squirm away, trying to close your mouth, but Toji thrusts the containers in your mouth.

With a sickening squelch, your saliva coated the containers and you felt a surge of panic rise in you, the urge to gag overwhelming. The glass made a sharp contact with your Epiglottis, causing discomfort before slowly gliding down your throat as you struggled to swallow it in one piece. A trail of saliva escaped from your lips and dripped down your mouth as you finally managed to swallow the glass completely.

This is just a dream, it's not happening. You gaslighted yourself as you sobbed internally as you you fought back the rising bile in your throat, your every muscle tense with discomfort.

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Tension filled your rigid body and your mind was filled with revulsion, your veins coursing with a vile concoction from the memory of that abhorrent act of swallowing a fetus in a glass jar. The sensation churned in your stomach, the urge to vomit it overwhelming.

Could the fetus metamorphose within you? Would it grow inside of your wormy stomach? Would it explode from the jar and live inside of your womb? What the fuck.

would you unwittingly become the surrogate mother to a baby and birthing it while being a worm?

The horrific scenarios played out in the theater of your mind, driving you to the brink of a mental collapse as you and Toji were on a bridge.

Toji on the other hand, strolled nonchalantly, one hand thrust into his pocket while the other had a gadget in his hand, it was glowing and from what you assumed, it looked like a mirror, he was talking but you paid no mind to him—not like you can understand what he was saying anyways.

You still loathed him for making you eat the poor fetus.

The mental image of a tiny human bursting forth from your body made your poor stomach churn, causing a nauseating wave to pirouette up your throat. As you allowed your thoughts to meander, a disquieting unease began to simmer within you. Toji's incomprehensible babbling faded into the background, as all you yearned for was to shed this fucking worm form and revert back to your true self, urgently and unequivocally. The urge to turn back into your true form and just kill toji so he doesn't have to see it surged through you.

After all, you would do the poor humans that is living in the earth a favor by killing a man that smells like the fart and smells like Thioacetone.

Surely, it's not a sin to kill such man right?

But then, was this the fabled retribution aionarch had told you about? It suddenly made sense why you were exiled to Earth, to make you suffer from the overwhelming pungent odor of the man—You are but a clean and hygiene freak after all.

Suddenly, Your gaze unexpectedly locked onto the fluttering of a random butterfly that was on a top of a flower. In that fleeting moment, a profound realization struck you like a bolt of lightning as you got an idea of what's happening.

The Butterfly effect.

Your throat constricts as you realized that you are actually experiencing it firsthand right now.

A minor pledge made in haste to ataraxia had unfurled loads of calamities. From the seething wrath of aionarch, getting tortured, to a harrowing plunge to the earthly realm, to your regeneration not working, to ugly creatures assailing you and to Metamorphosing into a worm, and then getting kidnapped by a reeking man, and now you have an fetus inside you?

please let this be a dream. you sniffed.

You shut your eyes, a thousand thoughts raging through your mind, silent sobs echoing internally as you prayed for this nightmare to cease.

Suddenly, a rumbling sound, like of a horse hooves in a frenzied gallop, rang in your ears.

What the fuck?

Your eyes opened, and when you saw that there's indeed a horse, your lungs seared as if the air had been forcibly expelled from them, a scream bubbling in your throat.

A literal horse was charging towards you and toji—looking like as if it was about to attack you.

Why is a horse coming our way?! You gawked.

THIS IS SO RANDOM! You wailed.

Panic gripped you, muscles coiling tight as you squirmed against Fushiguro's neck, a desperate attempt to make him aware of the impending danger.

“You with the big tits! Move! A random horse is literally coming our way—a fucking horse!”

You were practically screaming at him through your worm like mouth, but it was all distorted and can't be comprehended.

Thus, he remained oblivious.

However, he noticed the way you tightened around his neck—as if you wanted to strangle him.

“Hm? What’s up with you?” He asks dumbly, before looking forward, and gawking.

“The fuck is that?” He gawked.

“That’s so fuckin’ random.”

“Why the hell is a horse—” Toji didn’t even finished his sentence as the horse crashed with you two—Kicked you two. The world around you condensed into a singular point of terror as the wretched horse pushed you to the ground. A guttural shriek tore from your throat, the sound a mix of fear and confusion, as your being buckled under the strain.

Involuntarily, your body reacted on its own and your worm form began to change in your normal form.

Toji's strangled sound of “huh” was barely registered as the world spiraled. The wooden bridge that you two were in shattered and gravity claimed its due, and with a sickening plunge, you and Toji plummeted towards the churning water below.

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Toji's mind reeled in disbelief at the surreal situation before him. The weight of water pressed against his body as he swam upwards.

“What the fuck did just happened?”

his fingers raked through his hair, pushing the wet strands out of his face as rivulets of water trickled down his skin.

“Did A literal horse just attacked me?” he exclaimed, his voice laced with incredulity. His eyes darted around, searching for answers in the murky depths of the water. The absurdity of the situation made him shake his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips despite the tension in his muscles.

“Fucking weird....” The memory of the horse's unexpected assault annoyed him. Toji swore that he will kill the horse.

“Ugh.. is this my punishment?”

Toji's hand absently reached up to massage the tense muscles at the base of his neck, a habitual gesture that offered little relief in the current circumstances. Frustration welled up inside him as he realized that his precious worm couldn't be found.

“Wait, Where are you?” he muttered, his brows furrowing as he scanned his surroundings.

“Where are you?” he called out, the words muffled by the water surrounding him. His movements were sluggish in the aquatic environment, each motion hindered by the oppressive force of the water.

In the meantime, you would have been pleased that Toji had finally bathed, even though it was accidental and somewhat coerced due to being pushed by a horse. It was a positive development, however, leaving you feeling relieved. You would have been rejoicing in this achievement, had it not been for the fact that you're practically drowning.

The crushing weight of the water pressed on your body and the sharp impact of the rocks against your back was painful, it felt like as if it was scrapping your back, their jagged edges, almost enough to cut through your skin, leaving you momentarily paralyzed. You involuntarily inhaled a rush of frigid water, and your esophagus began to sear as the water made contact with it, your nose contracted in pain.

You squirmed, desperately trying to tune out the pain gnawing at your back from the jagged rocks, you swore that you could see a crimson stream mingling with the rippling water below because of it. Frantically writhing, you sought to propel yourself upwards, but before you could swim upwards, a sudden impact crushed down on you, fragments of the fractured bridge fell down on you.

Your ribs began to break from the force and a searing conflagration within your chest. Your vision was obscured by a watery haze, the burn of chlorine stung your eyes as you fought the drowning urge to gasp, your fingers clawing at your constricted throat, nails gouging into your flesh.

Unable to contain the burning flood, your body convulsed in a futile attempt to expel the deluge, lungs saturated as you swallowed more of the river's waters.

Transform. You tried to say, trying to force your body to transform into something that can breathe underwater.

Fucking do it—now.

But your body wouldn't listen.

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Your eyes struggled to focus as the world around you were in a murky haze, every breath was like a dagger of pain stabbing at your chest. The cold seeped into your bones, chilling you to the core. As clarity slowly crept back into view, you felt a firm grip clamping the tender flesh of your nose shut.

Someone's lips was pressed down firmly upon yours, looking to aim for a perfect, airtight connection. With each exhale, you could feel the rush of air invade your lungs, and your brows furrowed.

They seemed to sense the stirring of consciousness within you and abruptly withdrew, leaving behind a glistening residue of saliva on their lips, likely remnants from the urgent CPR efforts.

A surge of bewilderment crashed over you as you sucked in a deep, shaky breath, your chest heaving as you greedily welcomed the life-giving oxygen into your deprived lungs.

A violent fit of coughing suddenly seized you, your chest heaving and convulsing as you tried to ciugh out the water that had invaded your airways, your throat was burning like liquid fire.

Each gasping breath felt like shards of glass scraping against your insides, and there was a sharp pain radiating through your body with each jagged inhalation.

A comforting hand pressed against your damp back, patting you, though you were too disoriented and drained to push it away.

“Can’t believe that this is happening... putanginang buhay to... pinaglihi ata ako sa kamalasan eh.” you grumbled through a hoarse rasp. Your fingers absently rubbed at the tender flesh of your neck.

The person withdrew, leaving you to slowly raise your gaze with wide, searching eyes.

There was a man with long, jet-black tresses tightly bound into two long black stringy hair tied into two high ponytails that jut upward and outward. He had purple eyes and across the bridge of his nose, a dark crimson mark stretched from one side of his face to the other.

Adorning his neck was a circular scarf and a purple vest adorned him. Beneath the vest, a loose, light tan robe cascaded down, enveloping his arms and legs.

Your chest heaved as you slowly lifted your gaze towards him. Was it his hands that had pulled you from the water? or was he merely a figment of your delirium?

Your face suddenly irked as you remembered the horse that attacked you, nonetheless, you thanked him for saving you.

“Thank you,”

You managed to say before a crease formed between your eyebrows, a question ready to spill from your lips.

“Wait.. who.. who are you?” you inquired, though a sudden tension gripped your jaw as the realization dawned that he likely couldn't comprehend your words. After all, if Fushiguro doesn’t speak your language, this man probably does too.

“I’m your son.” he stated bluntly.

You froze—You can understand what he’s saying somehow—unlike with fushiguro.

But then, what the fuck is he saying?

How could he claim such a title when logic insisted it was an impossibility? You never touched a man, let alone you're a virgin.

This seemed biologically impossible.

Tangina, anong pinagsasasabi neto?

“dude what.” you deadpanned incredulously, the weight of bewilderment settling on your features like a heavy cloak.

You’re plunged into a swirling abyss of bewilderment.

The very notion of him being your son is preposterous, absurdly impossible. You’ve guarded your body like a fortress, and you’ve never slept with anyone—not even with ataraxia.

But then, could it be that you unwittingly underwent Parthenogenesis? Some goddesses, like your mother had a children without having sex with a man after all.

But as you search the recesses of your bewildered mind, not a whisper of memory surfaces to confirmed that you had undergo through parthenogenesis.

Besides, Surely, such an aberration would never escape Aionarch’s eyes. Hell he even keeps an eye on your virginity and reminds you how important your chastity is.

So... How could he be your son?

After some moments of thinking about it, you finally spoke.

“I’m not your mother, no.”

You shook your head in utter disbelief, feeling the weight of confusion pressing down on your shoulders like a leaden cloak.

“Listen, whoever you are, I believe that you’re mistaken. I am not your mother,” you managed to utter through tightly clenched lips, a sense of exasperation tingling at the edges of your patience.

“You are mistaken,” the words escaped your lips, each syllable heavy with disbelief.

“There is no resemblance between us,” you murmured, noticing the flicker of irritation in his eyes at your assertion.

“Besides.. I’m a virgin, and... my lover is a woman.” Your jaw clenched, trying to wrap your mind around the bizarre revelation.

“And... And I never conceived you,” you stammered.

“You can’t be my son seriously.” You said shaking your head.

He clicks his tongue in annoyance at your assertions.

“If you're searching for clarity,’ he began, his steps deliberate as he closed the distance between you.

“My brother lies within your womb,” he said solemnly, his gaze locked with yours in an unflinching intensity that sent shivers down your spine.

What is he saying? What did he meant by his brother is in your womb? That's seriously creepy.

“What?” you hissed, the word barely more than a whisper as your mind struggled to assimilate the incomprehensible stuff that he was saying.

“We share the same womb, we came from the same womb. Within you,” he stated.

“So... that would imply that you birthed us all,”

“What the fuck kind of logic is that?” You snapped.

And with that, the two of you began to argue.

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𝐅𝐔𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐒:

𝟎𝟎𝟏.Choso assumed that [Name] is his mother because [Name] swallowed his brother (literally) and now his brother is just resting on [Name]’s stomach.

𝟎𝟎𝟐.[Name] was actually glad when they fell on the river because the water finally touched Toji’s skin.

𝟎𝟎𝟑.Mahito is the one who gave the body to choso on the anime, but in this, i changed it, and someone else gave him his body, and that someone is important to the story:P

𝟎𝟎𝟒.So Toji was supposed to sell the death painting wombs, ik that they're hidden somewhere on jujutsu high, but, on this book, jujutsu high only have 6 death painting wombs on them since some of them (Choso, Eso, Kechizu) already have bodies and the other one is on [Name]’s stomach.

𝟎𝟎𝟓.Choso isn’t really [Name]’s son, it’s just that he believes that she’s her mother. From what i know, when they were given the bodies by mahito, they have no memories and doesn’t know their mother or something and only knows that they live for each other.

𝟎𝟎𝟔.And yes! There’s a language barrier between them! And only choso knows how to speak the language [Name] is speaking (You’ll know why he knows that language later)

𝟎𝟎𝟕.Basically, [Name] doesn’t understand any of the words Toji is saying.

𝟎𝟎𝟖.Toji was using a cellphone and talking to some of his clients, but [Name] sees it as a mirror bcs there’s no cellphone in her world

𝟎𝟎𝟗.[Name] and Choso argued after that, but Choso ended up winning the argument.

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𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐒:

𝟎𝟎𝟏Putanginang kilikili yan means “That fucking armpits/damn armpits”

𝟎𝟎𝟐.Putanginang buhay to, pinaglihi ata ako sa kamalasan eh. It doesn’t really have a direct translation in English since pinaglihi doesn’t have its english counterpart, and the closest translation of this is “Fuck this life, i was probably conceived from misfortune”

𝟎𝟎𝟑.Tangina anong pinagsasasabi neto means “The fuck is he saying”

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🔪 || 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒

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—𝐒atoru is fucking disappointed. How was he supposed to eat you now if you aren’t a mythical bird? Suguru and Shoko told him that you might be a shapeshifter after all.

╰┈➤ 𝟏𝟎% (𝐔𝐩 𝟓%)

—𝐒uguru found some parts of your hair and some parts of the destroyed necklace when he and Satoru went to the forrest (without permission). And guess what? There were little letter like engravings on every part of the broken necklace. He’s not sure on what language it is though.

╰┈➤ 𝟎%

—𝐓oji is fucking pissed because his worm is missing. Where the fuck are you? He still needs to sell those death painting womb for some money.

╰┈➤ 𝟒% (𝐔𝐩 𝟐%)

—𝐒hoko is trying to decipher all of the words found on the broken necklace, she noticed that some letters of it are different though, there's no kanji, katakana, hiragana, and not even a single letter in the alphabet.

╰┈➤ 𝟐𝟎% (𝐔𝐩 𝟐𝟎%)

—𝐂hoso is confused. Aren’t you supposed to be his mother? Why are you acting like that? Why are you being so mean and snappish to him? He’s pretty sure that mothers aren’t supposed to act like that towards their sons... He literally saved you from drowning and this is how you repay him? He’s starting to feel annoyed at you for denying everything, seriously, why can’t you just admit that he’s your son? Your lips feels soft against his though.

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄:

I SWEAR, I'M SO FUCKING EMBARRASSED AT THIS CHAPTER 💀💀💀 it's so random and all😭😭 I'M GETTING A SECOND HAND EMBARRASSMENT THE FUCK??? And some of it are also confusing too. Like everything is so random 💀💀💀 (ig reels r getting onto me, the horse scene is from an ig reel that i have watched)

Anyways, Choso is not related to [Name], he just thinks that she's his mother or something. So, i also decided to just make [Name] speak tagalog because there's a language barrier yk? I don't wanna use some translator to make her speak other languages. Imma just make her speak my mother tongue.

Alsooo, more scenes w [Name]'s family and the jujutsu high students on the next chapter:33

The choso part got my lazy writing fr..

how i feel after hurting my mc every sngle chapter: 🥰🎀

Yeah, just don't mind me babbling...

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𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 & 𝐓𝐄𝐍

“𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘”

╰┈➤𝐒𝐘𝐏𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒: Where Suguru Geto ends up becoming enamored with Gojo’s Non-sorcerer sister to the point of obsession.

╰┈➤𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Unedited, Rushed, Cringe, Brief Cannibalism, Self Harm, Taiyohime Slander, Satoru pissing the bed, Dumbass Mc.

╰┈➤𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Yandere! Suguru Geto x Fem! Gojo’s Sister! Non-sorcerer! Reader

╰┈➤𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: yeah... This is becoming more like a crackfic now, but dw pookies, i’m gonna make it a lot more darker once it reaches chapter 13, just enjoy the fluffy moments and comedies cause i’m gonna take it all away soon<3. Just decided to post it all in one go because I’m too lazy to post them one by one. Reblogs and Hearts are greatly appreciated<3

╰┈➤𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑.

╰┈➤𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

SUGURU'S JAW CLENCHED AS he felt a discomforting sensation as he tried to shift and readjust his position. The weight of [Name]’s knee pressing against his groin made him feel as if she was engaging in some sort of suggestive movement—It was as if she was humping him.

His gaze met hers, his face turning red with embarrassment. Each breath he took seemed to escape his lungs in small, visible puffs of air. The close proximity between them and the physical contact only intensified his embarrassment.

He wanted to push her away but his fucking body won’t move

Her attention seemed to have momentarily drifted away, resulting in her missing his earlier words about having a blistered skin in the same area.

“I’m really sorry! ‘m sorry, i didn’t meant to do that, i swear!” she sincerely apologized while tenderly touching the blistered skin on his forehead, touching it with her fingertips and as she did so, Suguru visibly shivered from the sensation.

Despite the pain he experienced from the scalding hot tea accidentally spilling on both of them, the discomfort seemed insignificant to him in comparison to where her fucking knee was, it hurts a lot yet it's somehow thrilling. His primary concern revolved around ensuring she moved her knee away, fearing the potential consequences of his body’s response.

In a desperate attempt to control his physical reaction, Suguru repeated the words “Don’t get hard” silently in his mind. However, unfortunately for him, his body reacted on its own as a surge of blood cascaded towards his nether regions, causing his face to flush a deeper shade of red resembling a ripe tomato.

Suguru felt like as if he was a horny hormonal teenager boy.

“gods, ’m so sorry, ‘m sorry,”

Suguru lamented, pressing his head against the nearest wall in frustration and remorse.

“I’m sorry, i’m sorry”

“Huh?” [Name] blinked in utter confusion, her eyes locking onto him as she struggled to make sense of his apology.

“Why are you apologizing? I'm the one at fault here!” she exclaimed, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. Although she could feel something poking and prodding her kneecaps, she chose not to mention it, as she had a tendency to ignore physical discomfort. To her dismay, she noticed blisters forming on her skin, causing immense pain and a reddening effect as if the skin was melting. However, she was too preoccupied with other matters to pay attention or address it. Besides, she has a high pain tolerance and this was nothing new to her, given the hardships she had endured in her own clan, the Gojo clan, where far worse things had occurred compared to being scalded by boiling water.

“I'm sorry,” Suguru repeated once more, genuinely remorseful for the situation unfolding before them.

“No, I should be the one apologizing!” [Name] interjected, her voice filled with guilt.

“No, I truly am sorry,” Suguru insisted,

“I am the most wretched and depraved individual to ever exist,” he chastised himself , berating his own actions for allowing such a trivial event to arouse him.

“I am the most filthiest degenerate to ever exist”

He couldn't believe that something as simple as this incident had caused such a reaction within him. Moreover, he couldn't comprehend how he just fucking got hard for someone he barely knew. Yes, they had met once and he had been drawn to her positive energy, but that was the extent of their relationship; nothing more, nothing less.

They are strangers.

The perplexed expression on [Name]'s face grew as she heard Suguru utter those words, her mind struggling to comprehend the reasoning behind his self-deprecating comments. She couldn't grasp why he would speak of himself in such a disparaging manner; after all, he had always shown himself to be a gentleman, far from any notions of degeneracy.

"But you're not!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine confusion.

“Don't say such things about yourself!”

“I am,” he responded, his gaze dropping downward, causing [Name] to follow his line of sight, she promptly moved her knee away from its position, now resting against Suguru’s thigh and suguru coulrn’t help but feel relieved. It was then that she noticed a noticeable bulge straining against Suguru’s pants in the groin area.

The room suddenly became quiet, filled with tension and awkwardness as [Name] turned just as red as suguru.

“Wait... Are you two fucking?” they heard a dumbfounded voice that belongs to satoru say.

“EXCUSE ME?!” The booming voice of taiyohime exclaimed.

•───癖好───•

Satoru wrapped the bandages around Suguru with an evident display of anger, ensuring a tight fit that caused Suguru to wince in pain.

“You're making my blood circulation constrict!”

Frustrated, Suguru snapped accusingly. In response, Satoru flicked Suguru's forehead, dangerously close to the already blistered skin.

“I trusted you! How could you do this to me?!”

Fat crocodile tears began to form on satoru’s crystal eyes as he placed his hands on suguru’s shoulder and began to shake the shit outta the black haired man.

Surprised, Suguru gazed at Satoru, unable to comprehend the words coming out of his mouth. “What the hell are you even saying?”

“You were trying to steal my sister!”

Satoru continued to accuse Suguru of attempting to steal his sister away from him, lamenting the perceived betrayal. Completely taken aback, Suguru was flabbergasted, not understanding where these accusations were coming from.

“What? No, i’m not” Trying to defend himself, he vehemently denied Satoru's claims, but Satoru remained firm in his belief, asserting that Suguru was indeed trying to steal his sister.

“Yes you are!”

Suguru's eyes widened with disbelief as he tried to reason with Satoru, who was still shaking him by the shoulders as if trying to shake some sense into him.

“I saw the way you looked at her, like she was a piece of juicy steak and you were a hungry wolf!” Satoru's voice trembled with intense emotions as he confronted Suguru, emphasizing his observation of the way Suguru looked at her. Satoru vividly described the intensity in Suguru's gaze, comparing it to that of a ravenous wolf fixated on a delectable piece of juicy steak. By using such strong imagery, Satoru made it evident that he firmly believed Suguru had sinister intentions of stealing his sister away from him.

“Dude, what are you talking about? Your sister literally just tripped and fell on top of me! It was a total accident, I swear!”

Suguru's eyebrows knitted in utter astonishment, clearly unable to comprehend the situation at hand, while he exerted the utmost effort to extricate himself from the firm grasp of Satoru. His mind clouded with perplexity.

Satoru's eyes flashed with a mixture of hurt and anger as he refused to be swayed.

“Oh, so now you're denying it? You were practically ogling her!”

“Satoru, I honestly think you have some serious misconceptions!” Suguru sighed heavily and felt his head spinning as Satoru persistently shook him.

“Stop being delusional!”

Suguru couldn't comprehend why on earth Satoru believed that he was trying to steal his own sister. While Suguru had encountered a few overprotective brothers before, none of them were as eccentric as Satoru.

“I assure you, I am not ogling on her,” Suguru groaned, desperately trying to reason with Satoru.

“But you are!” Satoru continued to insist, refusing to let the matter go and stubbornly clinging into his beliefs

“I'm not even interested, besides—” Suguru attempted to convince Satoru, but was abruptly interrupted.

“Are you implying that she's ugly and an eyesore?” Satoru's words hit Suguru like a ton of bricks, causing him to facepalm in frustration.

“So you think that she’s ugly and not worth looking at, huh?” Satoru snapped and suguru raised his hand and smacked satoru.

Meanwhile, [Name] and taiyohime found themselves in the bathroom, attending to their injuries. taiyohime was carefully applying bandages to her wounds, while [Name] was also tending to her own injuries. However, her face remained flushed with embarrassment from the earlier encounter with suguru. Now she was uncertain about how to face him after what had happened.

Meanwhile, taiyohime cast a suspicious glance at [Name], her eyes filled with doubt and mistrust. Her voice dripped with venom as she confronted [Name], her chest rising and falling heavily with each breath.

“Did you both actually fucked?” taiyohime spat out the question, her accusatory tone causing [Name]'s jaw to drop in shock. The latter was about to defend herself and deny the accusation, but taiyohime's next words stopped her in her tracks.

“Did he force himself on you? I know you would never willingly engage in such behavior. After all, you're a good girl,” taiyohime asserted, causing [Name]'s face to turn even redder with embarrassment.

“Why is it so quick?”

“No! Stop making assumptions!” [Name] practically shouted in frustration, her voice filled with embarrassment and irritation.

“We didn't have... or anything like that! It was just an accident and... and..!” [Name] trailed off, throwing her head back in exasperation as she buried her face in her hands. Despite her explanation, taiyohime continued to regard her with suspicion.

“I'm a minor, seriously!” [Name] said, frustrated and exasperated, emphasizing her point.

“So is Satoru and Geto,” Taiyohime responded, crossing her arms over her chest as she finished tending to her wounds. She added this detail to highlight that being a minor was not an excuse for the situations they were discussing.

“And they're no virgins anymore,” Taiyohime said, letting out a sigh that reflected a mixture of annoyance and disappointment. [Name] looked at her with disbelief, not expecting the conversation to take this turn.

“... why are you telling me this?” She eyed taiyohime suspiciously because she’s not interested in knowing someone’s sex life.

“Can we just drop the subject?” [Name] pleaded, feeling overwhelmed and not wanting to delve into the topic any further, because the memory of her father was still fresh in her mind and She hoped to redirect the conversation to something else.

“Fine.” Taiyohime acquiesced, her black eyes narrowing slightly, indicating some level of annoyance.

“But if geto really did, I wouldn't hesitate to throw hands,” Taiyohime grumbled, her frustration evident. She then reached into her pockets, searching for something. Eventually, she pulled out a cellphone and handed it to [Name].

“Take this, if Satoru ever tries to do something funny,” Taiyohime said seriously, her tone implying a sense of protectiveness towards [Name]. This made [Name] furrow her brows, confused about Taiyohime's insinuation. After all, Satoru was her brother and had always taken care of her, protecting her on multiple occasions.

“And also, you're going to start attending Jujutsu High,” Taiyohime explained, causing [Name]'s eyes to widen in surprise. This revelation was unexpected, as [Name] had heard about Jujutsu High before due to Satoru attending there. However, it also filled her with excitement to finally experience a normal teenage life by going to school.

“What? Really?” [Name] exclaimed, a mix of disbelief and anticipation in her voice. The notion of attending Jujutsu High made her feel a sense of belonging and normalcy.

“Yep,” Taiyohime confirmed with a nod before continuing.

“Since you haven't really had proper education before and never attended school, you weren’t accepted easily. But I already talked to some of the higher-ups, and they accepted you on two conditions because you’re a gojo.”

“One. You’ll attend summer school. And two, you’re going to train under a special grade since you’re a non-sorcerer.”

“What’s summer school...?”

[Name] blinked in puzzlement as she gazed up at taiyohime with big, questioning eyes, her head slightly tilted and her lips parted in curiosity. She absorbed every word from the older girl with keen interest, trying to understand.

“What do you mean by that..?” [Name] inquired, her tone filled with confusion, causing taiyohime to sigh heavily and cross her arms over her chest, her breathing deep and steady.

“Well...” taiyohime paused, avoiding direct eye contact as she struggled to explain. She seemed hesitant, perhaps reluctant to divulge certain information.

“A summer school are classes taken during the summer that replace classes that were missed or failed,” She explained gently, making [Name] nod.

“I see, what about the special grade?”

“A special grade refers to sorcerers possessing immense strength that can cause immeasurable destruction,” Taiyohime elaborated, her hands stuffed in her pockets as she observed [Name]'s reaction, noticing how her lips formed an 'O' of surprise.

“Hmm, like Satoru,” [Name] mused, recalling the unparalleled strength of her renowned brother, for his status as a special grade was indisputable. Taiyohime acknowledged this with a subtle nod, prompting [Name] to speculate whether it would indeed be Satoru who would undertake her training. She wouldn’t protest though for she was holding her brother in the highest esteem.

“So..” [Name] began.

“I will be training with 'Toru?”

[Name] questioned, a sense of excitement evident in her voice as she thought about the prospect of training alongside Satoru. However, her enthusiasm waned when she saw the disapproving expression on taiyohime's face.

“Possibly,” taiyohime responded with a hint of irritation in her tone, clearly frustrated by the idea of [Name] training with Satoru. She believed that [Name] needed a more physical approach to training, considering her strength, a fact taiyohime knew firsthand from secretly coaching her in the past.

After all, what could Satoru even teach her? Teach her the nuances of blue and red? Explain the essence of colors? Taiyohime acknowledged Satoru's prowess in hand-to-hand combat, but it was his reliance on limitless that gave her pause.

Because what the hell was [Name] supposed to do when she couldn't even make contact with him when limitless was active? Moreover, Taiyohime reckoned that [Name]'s physical strength matched her own, and because she doesn't have cursed energy, the training would likely focus heavily on physical combat and handling cursed weapons.

Thus, Taiyohime found herself torn between options on who's the more suitable special grade.

On one hand, there was Satoru, skilled in physical combat and super strong too because of limitless and six eyes, and on the other, Suguru, adept at both physical fighting, cursed spirits and cursed weaponry.

However, both men had earned a spot marked with an 'x' in Taiyohime's mind, as she hesitated to entrust [Name]'s training to them. Originally, Taiyohime had considered suggesting Suguru as a trainer for [Name], but after the recent incident, that idea had been swiftly discarded.

Satoru was no viable choice either. This left her with only one option: Yuki Tsukumo.

Yuki, another Special Grade, was probably the only special grade taiyohime respects.

Maybe it's better if yuki was [Name]'s trainer, because there's no testosterone and they're both women. But, the problem is, how the fuck is she supposed to reach out to yuki when she's at abroad?

Taiyohime let out an exasperated groan, her bandaged hand pressed against her throbbing forehead. In the periphery of her vision, she observed [Name] fumbling with the cellphone she has given her, holding it upside down. With a resigned sigh, she muttered, “That's not how it's done,” her voice laced with the weariness of a tired parent returning home from a long day at work.

Curious, [Name] queried, “Then how?”

Her eyes followed Taiyohime's swift actions as she deftly took the phone from her grip and effortlessly flipped it.

“Oh.. so that's how it's done then..” [Name] murmured, her gaze shifting to Taiyohime, who appeared lost in thought.

“Why is it black?” [Name] inquired, remembering that phones aren't supposed to be like this, because she has seen satoru use some phones sometimes. Gently tapping the phone's screen, [Name] accidentally brushed a button with her other hand caused the device to suddenly flash open, startling [Name] into a yelp, followed by a grimace of discomfort.

“What the hell was that?” [Name] was not okay with having a cellphone now, because she almost got blinded by that, and ofcourse, since she shares the same genes as satoru, she likes to exaggerate.

“That's normal” Taiyohime sighed, a hint of weariness in her voice.

“Is it really?” [Name] inquired, a puzzled expression causing furrows to appear on her brow.

“Yes,” Taiyohime affirmed, her shoulders drooping slightly in resignation.

“Well, that's weird”

Taiyohime sighed softly before composing herself and clearing her throat.

“Anyway, regarding your mentor,” she started, an obvious disdain on her voice.

“Would you... be amenable for geto to be your trainer instead of... satoru?” Taiyohime finally broached the topic after much inner debate. She had concluded that Suguru would be the ideal fit as [Name]'s trainer, especially considering that he has cursed spirit manipulation and that he could also show her how cursed spirits looks like. Unaware that [Name] was already acquainted with such creatures.

Though Taiyohime harbored disdain about Suguru mentoring [Name], she deemed it a better option than entrusting her to Satoru. While acknowledging Satoru's strength and love for his sibling, she doubted his ability to maintain a balanced approach, after all, satoru loved [Name] too much and Taiyohime was unwilling to gamble on such uncertainties.

“Just...” taiyohime began. “Just tell me if he ever tries to do something funny, okay?”

At the mention of Suguru, [Name]'s cheeks flushed crimson. How could she face him after their recent embarrassment? The lingering shame colored her cheeks. How the fuck is she supposed to face him? His dick probably hurts after that! And honestly? She can't blame him if he ever avoids her because not only did she fucking spilled scalding hot water on them, she also kneed him unintentionally!

“I.. [Name]...”

Taiyohime's voice trailed off as she hesitated, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

“I know that it's... I know you probably prefer Satoru, but...” She pondered whether to unveil the deep-rooted reason behind her discomfort whenever Satoru drew close to [Name].

Her gaze flickered away, avoiding the intensity of the conversation.

“Nevermind,” she murmured softly, sensing the weight of her unspoken words lingering in the air.

“Anyway... As you're likely to start tomorrow, I'll inform Geto about it, i just hope he agrees though...” Taiyohime's last words held a hint of reluctance, masking her true desire for the special grades not to agree on mentoring [Name] so that she could take on the task herself. Yet, the obstacle lay in Satoru, whose unwavering devotion to [Name] clouded Taiyohime's plans.

“And... Also”

“Nevermind, just... forget it,” she muttered, her jaw clenching slightly as she suppressed her inner turmoil, she took a deep breath before finally deciding on what to do next, give [Name] a cursed tool that she could use.

“And.. I'll also give you something..” Taiyohime revealed, causing [Name] to blink and shake off her flustered demeanor.

“Huh? What are you giving me?”

Taiyohime averted her gaze momentarily, raising her hand to conjure a black portal in the very air. From within the portal descended a weapon, leaving [Name] wide-eyed in astonishment as Taiyohime confidently seized the weapon.

It was an imposing sword, it was big, very big, it's on the level of taiyohime's collarbone, and tell you what, taiyohime is tall.

The sword was exceptionally crafted with an eerie and distinctive design: adorned with sharp, fang-like embellishments that lent it a menacing aura, as though the blade itself possessed a sinister vitality. The intricate details was dominated by dark hues with hints of crimson, and the blade itself seemed as if it's alive.

“What the hell is that?”

[Name] pointed at the sword, she was rather entranced by the weapon before her. The existence of such a peculiar sword left her both bewildered and intrigued.

There were teeth, and teeth, and [Name] thinks that it's interesting.

“Whoa, that's cool” [Name] exclaimed in awe, prompting a surprised blink from Taiyohime, followed by a smile.

“It is,” Taiyohime nodded in agreement, puffing her chest like a proud father and tightening her grip on the sword before offering it to [Name], realizing she needed to provide some context before handing over the remarkable weapon.

“So, this is my cursed tool,” Taiyohime began to elucidate. “A tool of specialized grade,” she continued, emphasizing its significance.

“It goes by the name amane no habakiri...” Taiyohime paused, knowing all too well the sword's sentience and its preference for being addressed by its true name to avoid unpleasant consequences, because the cursed tool in question was not the ordinary cursed tool. It feeds on blood, particularly the flesh of the cursed spirits and other stuff.

When it inflicted a slash, it also had a biting effect, creating a double threat. Furthermore, its bite had poisonous properties, adding to the danger it posed. Despite its preference for cursed spirits, it did not hesitate to consume humans as well. Taiyohime often found herself having to cut her own finger to satisfy the tool's hunger and prevent it from deteriorating. And as she knows how to do reversed cursed technique, Taiyohime viewed this gruesome ritual almost like a hobby. Because in the absence of cursed spirits for the tool to consume, she would willingly sacrifice a finger of her own to keep it satisfied.

But, is [Name] willing to do the same thing for habakiri too? That was her question.

“Do you want it?” inquired Taiyohime, observing as [Name] eagerly nodded in response. Curiously, [Name] asked,

“How does it function?” she asked.

Taiyohime proceeded to run her fingers along the sharp teeth of the sword, purposely nicking herself on the blade, causing the skin to split open like an egg and blood to flow out. The sword responded to taiyohime's blood, autonomously glowing to signify its readiness for use.

Shocked, [Name] exclaimed,

“What the fuck?” [Name] sputtered in disbelief. Concerned, [Name] winced upon noticing the cut on taiyohime's finger and asked,

“Taiyohime nee-san, are you alright?”

Recuperating, taiyohime reassured,

“don’t worry ‘bout me, I'm okay.” Taiyohime said while placing her finger to her lips to taste her own blood.

Explaining the sword's nature, Taiyohime revealed,

“It feeds on the cursed spirit's flesh, requiring sustenance to function properly. If not provided, it may seek out... alternate sources of nourishment.” she explained .

“And this is how you hide the sword,” She murmured.

“Conceal yourself,” she said, prompting the sword to retract its fangs and transform into a sheathed form, resembling a large regular sword.

“WHAT”

[Name] practically screamed, her jaw hitting the floor at the bizarre sight of the sword. Not only was it strange, but it could also be controlled? [Name] toyed with the idea of commanding the sword to take a nibble out of someone, but shook off the notion, still dumbfounded by what she was seeing.

“What the fuck?” She exclaimed, her eyebrows knitting together. Taiyohime was gifting her this thing? What if it decided to have her for dinner? [Name] shuddered at the thought and let out a squeak when Taiyohime thrust the sword into her hand, causing her to recoil at the icy touch.

“W-what?! Are you sure this won't mistake me for a snack?!” [Name] asked with uncertainty, to which Taiyohime just shrugged.

“As long as you keep it fed, you should be safe... Hopefully,” Taiyohime said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye, earning an annoyed huff from [Name]. Her heart raced and she nervously took a deep breath, careful not to drop the sword for fear of becoming its next meal. She secretly wished Taiyohime would take it back. Sure, it seemed cool at first, but the idea of it chomping on humans? No, thank you. She wasn't in the mood to be a snack.

“It might eat satoru though.” Taiyohime added.

—癖好—

[Name] sat onto the bed boredly. Fortunately for her, Satoru's dorm had two separate bedrooms, allowing her some privacy. She found herself in the spare room, grateful for the peace and quiet. The mysterious sword, Habakiri, lay on the table, its presence casting a sense of unease over her. Taiyohime had instructed her on how to wield the sword and avoid falling prey to its powers, and also teaching her how to command it or something.

With a hesitant hand, she reached out to touch the blade, flinching at the cold touch. To her relief, the sword remained still, offering no supernatural response. [Name] let out a frustrated sigh, uncertain of how to navigate her newfound responsibility of keeping the sword in check.

Restless, she found herself unable to sleep, prompting her to retrieve the phone gifted to her by Taiyohime from under the bed. While Taiyohime had provided guidance on using Habakiri, it was Satoru who had imparted the basics of using a phone. The device intrigued her, and she scrolled through the contacts list, contemplating reaching out to Taiyohime for guidance.

Though, she was probably asleep by now, cause it's currently midnight.

Intrigued, [Name] suddenly noticed a familiar name among the contacts: Suguru Geto. Confusion washed over her as she tried to make sense of why she had Suguru's number. Taiyohime's list of contacts also included names such as Masamichi Yaga, Ieri Shoko, Utahime Iori, and many more individuals she was not acquainted with.

Seeing that Suguru was online, [Name] found herself torn between the desire to send him a message and the lingering need to apologize for past events, but she ended up deciding to chat him.

With a sense of hesitance, she cautiously started composing a message addressed to him.

You: Good evening, This is [Name]. I want to apologize for what has happened earlier.

You: Geto-san... I'm sorry for spilling hot water on you and for also.. you know. I know how protective satoru is, do he probably scolded you and assumed some things huh? Is your skin okay by now? I hope it is, I'm really sorry, I didn't meant to do that. I hope you're okay, i hope you have a goodnight.

[Name] chewed nervously on her lower lip while staring at the message she sent on her phone, finding it slightly goofy. Suddenly, her expression changed as she blinked in surprise at the notification from suguru.

Suguru Geto: Hm? It's in the middle of the night right now, why are you still awake? And no, it's fine. shoko already treated the burns, don't worry about me. I'm sorry too, for.. i don't know.

Suguru Geto:

But still, Are you okay, Gojo? You should be asleep by now.

[Name] blinked in surprise as she read Suguru's message, which mentioned that Shoko had treated him. As she recognized the name Shoko from her contact list, she couldn't help but wonder who this person was.

However, a sense of relief washed over her as she realized that Suguru was not angry with her. She was also relieved to know that he didn't harbor any beed towards her though. With shaky hands, she started typing her response to him, but before she could finish typing her message, suguru had already gave her yet another message.

Suguru Geto:

Is something bothering you? Do you need someone to talk to? If yes, then I'm willing to listen.

Suguru Geto:

If you can't sleep then you can talk to me till you fall asleep.

Letting out a soft hum, [Name] adjusted her position on the bed, before finally settling onto her stomach. She gazed at the message on her phone, tilting her head slightly in curiosity.

The offer of companionship from Suguru made [Name] ponder on his thoughtfulness. She marveled at his considerate gesture, feeling grateful for his kindness.

Deep in contemplation, [Name] started composing her response to Suguru's offer, typing out her message.

You: If it's not a bother then, i could use some company. Really need ‘to get sleepy

You: can’t really sleep, supposed that i drank too many coffee

[Name] let out a heavy sigh, her chest rising and falling with the weight of each breath, as she recollected that she had consumed about four cups of coffee throughout the day. She gently rested a hand on her neck, running her fingers over the taut muscles while waiting for Suguru's response.

Suguru Geto: ah, so that's why.

Suguru Geto: Well, drinking coffee does make you alert and all, so i suppose that it's normal, huh?

You: it is, i suppose.

You: I mean... Caffeine is a substance that acts as a stimulant by boosting activity within the brain and nervous system after all. And it contains chemicals like cortisol.

Suguru Geto: Haha, that's cute.

[Name] glanced at the message from suguru, pondering about the reason on why on earth he finds it cute. As she stared at her screen momentarily, the unexpected compliment lingered in the air, making her feel a sense of discomfort. After a brief pause, she composed yourself and resumed typing her response to suguru.

You: i suppose it is.

Suguru Geto: Hm, say, do you like science?

You: Yeah, It's interesting and all. I love anatomy and astronomy, physiology, biology and many more. I hate physics though and chemistry.

You: Cause what the hell is the acceleration of motorcycle on top of the mountain gonna do if i got stabbed?

Suguru Geto: Haha, that's a shame, because i love physics. Satoru does too, he's really good at it.

Suguru Geto: And perhaps the motorcycle will come down the hill and run over the person that stabbed you?

[Name] scoffed in amusement at that quip.

Though, she knew that Satoru indeed excelled in physics. As she glanced at the screen, a smile played on her lips, indicating her genuine enjoyment of the conversation.

Satoru seemed to have a knack for mastery in various subjects, with the exception of cooking, ofcourse. Despite this, he proved to be an exceptional teacher though.

Essentially, he was like her primary educator and all, even teaching her physics, chemistry or something like the quadratic equations and calculus that she doesn't even know if it would help her if she got stabbed.

She heard a ding in her phone, indicating that suguru sent another message.

Suguru Geto: Speaking of Satoru... Don't i get a thank you for sacrificing my stomach for you? I think that we should thank Taiyohime senpai too, since she only left a little bit for me.. and none for you... She's so kind isn't she?

Suguru Geto: I think that you owe me a drink for that, you know? I got a stomach ache from all of it.

A laugh bubbles up on her throat as she remembered her petty argument with suguru earlier, and their debate being whether who shall give taiyohime the food and get saved by not eating satoru's cooking.

[Name] had a strong love for her brother, however, she couldn't deny the fact that his culinary abilities were lacking and just straight up horrible. She kept this opinion to herself though, hoping that he would not go into the kitchen again and straight up praying that he would abandon his cooking endeavors.

Despite her silent disapproval though, she had allowed satoru to prepare dessert earlier, and she regretted it deeply. The appearance of the dessert was deceivingly appetizing, but the taste was nothing short of repulsive. It was like a mixture of unsavory flavors, reminiscent of unwashed bitter gourd, oregano, and uncooked egg yolk. [Name] was relieved that she had not consumed any of it. On the other hand, suguru seemed to have a different reaction to satoru's creation, as he actually ate it and may have suffered from digestive issues as a result.

Taiyohime on the other hand...

Well, she had it worse because she ate almost all of it.

FLASHBACK: EARLIER

“Why does their food look so much better than mine?” Taiyohime questioned, black eyes narrowing to slits, slender fingers tightening their grip on the utensils, the metallic clinks echoing in the tense air.

Satoru leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest in a display of casual arrogance as he manspreads.

With a flip of his hand and a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, Satoru retorted sassily,

“Because this dessert is made with love, obviously.” A self-satisfied smirk danced on his face, clearly proud of his response, thinking that he ate with that shitty ass response.

“And I don't love you.”

“What kind of shitty response is that you—”

Before Taiyohime could bark back her insult at satoru, both [Name] and Suguru chimed in simultaneously, offering her their own portions.

“You can have mine—”

The two of them stared at each other dumbfounded, a silent struggle passing between them as they vied to be the more generous host.

“Oh, sure, thanks, I'll be taking it then..?” Taiyohime trailed off, eyeing the two.

“Senpai,”

Suguru mustered a smile, though beneath it lurked a sense of unease—It was tight lipped, and forced.

“Please take mine. she can have mine, you don't have to, Gojo.” The black haired man insisted, a tinge of apprehension in his gaze when he remembered Satoru's mention of love-infused food.

Typically, this would indicate that Satoru was the one who prepared the dessert. Even though Satoru did not explicitly state that he was responsible for making it, Suguru had a strong hunch that Satoru was behind it. Watching [Name] reject the dish and offer it to Taiyohime too confirmed Suguru's suspicions that Satoru was the chef. The idea of consuming something prepared by Satoru sent chills down his spine, as he realized that if Taiyohime refused his cooking or ended up with accepting [Name]'s dish, he would likely have to consume whatever Satoru had cooked.

“Senpai, have mine instead, it's really tasty.”

Suguru pushed his plate of food to Taiyohime.

“Don't mind if i do then, thanks geto” Taiyohime grinned.

Satoru was taken aback, his blue eyes growing wider in offense.

“Are you really going to give that void eyes woman the food that was made with so much care and love from both me and [Name]?” Satoru said, feeling offended by the idea. However, Suguru gave him a serious look, his eyes narrowing as he placed a finger on his lips, signaling for Satoru to remain silent. Satoru's lips formed a pout as he shot a glare at Suguru, he crossed his arms on his chest and huffed angrily.

Meanwhile, Taiyohime picked up her chopsticks, eagerly preparing to indulge in the meal set before her, but she noticed that, [Name]'s expression soured slightly at her gesture, so she paused and questioned.

“You okay, [Name]-Chan—”

Taiyohime blinked when [Name] swiftly pushed Suguru's plate back to him and offered her own plate to her instead.

“Eh? [Name]-chan? What's wrong?”

Taiyohime inquired with curiosity and concern reflected in her eyes as she glanced at [Name], noting the slightly disgruntled expression on the latter's face—The same Expressiom she would wear on her countenance whenever she witnessed other children receiving things they desired, while she remained at home doing chores and other tasks.

“Hime Nee-san,” [Name] drawled in particularly sweet voice, as if trying to convince taiyohime.

“Huh? Yeah?”

“Have mine instead,”

Making eye contact with Suguru, [Name] mustered a small, forced smile to convey her feelings.

“You're our guest Geto-san, just enjoy the food ’n relax, kay?”

[Name] displayed a forced and strained smile, with her eyes twitching and her fists clenching slightly in evident frustration. Her expression turned sour as she recalled that it was Satoru who had prepared the particular dish before her. They do say appearances can be deceiving, and she suspected that the seemingly appetizing food before her was just a devil in disguise, and she's speaking from experiences. Satoru was skilled at many things, and can master everything, but cooking was not one of them, a fact that [Name] was well aware of.

Consequently, [Name] was resolute in her decision to avoid consuming any of Satoru's culinary creations. She then looked at suguru.

“Sorry Geto-San but you have to make a sacrifice on this” She mouthed, noticing the way Suguru's eyes widened slightly for a split second, meaning that he understood what she meant. He gave her a slight shake of his head and remained adamant, a tight-lipped smile aimed at her.

“No, no, it's fine, I don't mind, Senpai can have mine.” Suguru said, his eye twitching slightly.

“Hey, you guys, don't argue in front of the food” Taiyohime scolded but her words went ignored, much to her annoyance.

“Besides,” Suguru drawled, a charming smile on his lips, trying to convince [Name].

“Wouldn't it be ungentlemanly of me if i were to let a lady give her food up?” he entreated, his eyes conveying a wordless plea for her to acquiesce.

“Worry not, that wouldn't make you less gallant, Geto-san. ”

[Name] said with a calm smile as she closed her eyes contentedly, thinking that she was gonna win this argument.

“Ladies first, just as they say, ain't that right? That means that i must give her mine first.”

Suguru chuckled in response.

“But Ladies first is only applied when entering or exiting a room though,” he stated, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“Well, new rules can be added, can't they? Now ladies first applies to this one too.”

[Name]'s lips curled into a sardonic smile.

“I'm afraid it's not as simple as that,” Suguru responded with a small smile, leisurely tilting his head, his chin resting languidly on his entwined fingers. He couldn't help but notice the way she furrowed her brows in concentration, trying to come up with a witty response.

Soon enough, the two of them were engaged in a debate over who would have the honor of giving Taiyohime their food.

Each time Suguru would slide his plate towards Taiyohime, [Name] would insist on pushing it back towards him while simultaneously offering her own dish to Taiyohime instead. However, Suguru would pick up [Name]'s plate and slide it back in front of her. It seemed that they were both determined to avoid eating Satoru's questionable cooking by any means necessary.

“—C’mon Gojo. Give u already. Satoru will cry if we kept on arguing, y’don’t want that, do you?” Suguru asked, eyeing satoru who immediately shot a glare at him.

[Name] wracked her brain for a suitable retort, a glimmer of an idea appeared. Yet, the solution demanded she swallow her pride whole, a bitter pill to swallow, which was a difficult task indeed. Mustering her courage, she took a deep breath and turned to face Suguru, blush dusting her cheeks.

“You know, Geto-san.. you really should just let me give Hime nee-san the food... Because you're a guest and uh..”

”I.. i spilled hot water on you and caused you to get an.. and..” [Name] said, the words stumbling awkwardly from her lips, a wave of humiliation crashing over her. Despite the overwhelming embarrassment, she resolved to prioritize not eating satoru's cooking over her own dignity.

“So.. it's only fair for me to let you enjoy the food instead and not.. bother you, i guess?”

Suguru's eyes grew wide, his throat tightening and his muscles tensing up.

It felt like someone had punched the air out of his lungs, leaving him gawking. And in that moment, his calm and composed demeanor crumbled, he suddenly became still and silent, the smile fading from his lips. His gaze bore into [Name], his face turning red.

His hands rose to brush aside some stray bangs that had fallen over his eyes as he forced a shaky grin, a faint blush on his cheeks as he decided to let go of his pride for a moment, risking his dignity just to not eat satoru's cooking.

END OF FLASHBACK

[Name] was smiling like an idiot as she stared at her screen as she began typing her message.

You: Well, i suppose that we really do need to thank hime nee-san, she's such a hero after all.

Suguru Geto: Mhm, she is.

Suguru Geto: can't believe that she was fooled by the appearance though

You: Right? I feel bad for doing that to her though.. but hey.. can't blame a desperate girl, now, can you?

Suguru Geto: Mhm, perhaps. I hope that she's okay though.

Suguru Geto: by the way is ur brother still awake?

[Name] blinked in confusion, her wide eyes staring at Suguru's message on the screen. Her brows knit together slightly as she tried to make sense of the cryptic abbreviation “ur”.

Did suguru meant “urine”, “uracil” or something? The uncertainty in her mind left her feeling perplexed and slightly worried. She wondered if Suguru was asking about urine, pondering the bizarre question of whether her brother, Satoru, was having trouble urinating.

The thought made her uneasy, as she cared deeply for her sibling. Could Satoru be suffering from a urinary tract infection, despite having a healthy lifestyle? The idea of such a common ailment affecting someone as strong as Satoru seemed unlikely, but the concern lingered in [Name]'s mind.

Suddenly, a more alarming scenario crossed her thoughts—had Satoru's bladder burst, or had he regressed to a childhood habit of wetting the bed?

...If satoru's bladder exploded, that would mean that his urine would go all over his body and he would eventually die because his urine was inside of his body!

[Name] was horrified at her own interpretation.

Panic rising, [Name] sprung from her bed, practically throwing her phone and rushing towards Satoru's room, nearly stumbling in her urgency. She flung open the door, shivering as the cold metal brushed against her skin, and hurriedly sought out her brother. However, her panic escalated when she found Satoru's door locked, prompting her to frantically pound on it with her hands while calling out for him in a voice tinged with fear.

“SATORUUU”

“OPEN THE DOOR, YOU'RE GONNA DIE!’

After a fleeting moment, [Name] detected a shuffle and low grumbles emanating from beyond the door. Satoru finally flung the door open, his visage cloaked in weariness and a hint of annoyance.

“Who the hell..”

“Ah, ‘s that you, [Name]?..” Satoru croaked, his voice raspy and rough.

“Nii-chan! Your bladder exploded!” she exclaimed, her gaze fixated on Satoru's pallid complexion.

“What? My bladder... exploded?” Satoru faltered, his features a canvas of disbelief and revulsion at his sister's alarming pronouncement.

“Yes! Geto-san himself confirmed it!” [Name] exclaimed, unaware that there had been a miscommunication causing this confusion.

“Suguru confirmed it?!” Satoru's mind raced with the news. His thoughts were clouded, likely due to just waking up and being fed this ridiculous information by his sister. His brain felt like it was operating at only a fraction of its usual capacity.

“Yes, he did!” [Name] reiterated, maintaining their belief in the misinformation.

Satoru was now beyond horrified. The idea that his bladder had exploded was almost too much to bear. His mind quickly spiraled into a panic, imagining the consequences of such a terrifying scenario. Just like his sister had imagined, he started to fear that his own body would be overwhelmed by his urine, leading to his death.

“WHATTT?!! WILL MY PEE CIRCULATE OVER MY BODY NOW?!” Satoru despaired, while [Name] tacitly confirmed and nodded, as she teared up.

“OH MY GOD, [NAME], AM I GONNA DIE?!”

“SATORUUU! DON'T LEAVE ME”

Satoru grasped [Name]'s shoulders tightly as fat crocodile tears welled up in his azure eyes and his lips quivered.

“WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO NOW?!” Satoru wailed.

“YOU PROMISED ME THAT WE'RE GOING TO BE TOGETHER FOREVERRR!”

The two of them then began to panic about satoru dying, and it went like that for 10 minutes before [Name] took a deep breath, and just decided to take satoru to either suguru or taiyohime for help.

[Name] took a deep breath to calm herself down.

[Name] then wrapped her arms around his back and behind his knees. With a gentle strength, she lifted him up, cradling him close to her chest with care and concern.

“...‘Toru.. ‘m not gonna let you die.” [Name] proclaimed, satoru's face was pressed onto her chest, before Satoru lifted his head up and nestled his head on the nape of her neck instead.

“I got you,” [Name] said as she practically carried the man with ease, it was as if she never found him heavy just months ago.

—癖好—

Suguru stood alone on the balcony, the dark strands of his hair dancing in the breeze, a cigarette dangling between his lips as he gazed up at the night sky, awaiting a response from [Name].

His eyes lingered on the moon for a moment, then he glanced down at his phone, disappointment creeping in as he realized that she still hadn't messaged him back. Maybe she had dozed off? Suguru couldn't blame her, since he had told her to keep talking to him until she fell asleep.

Though, Admittedly, he found her idiosyncrasies intriguing. She struck him as the type who was into science, it was weird and all, yet she had a certain charm about her. She was different, in a good way.

Comparing her to Satoru, who was already quite weird, just made her stand out even more. Despite her weirdness, Suguru found her ability to engage in debates impressive and imagined she would be a fun person to be around. Although her mood swings were a bit unpredictable, ranging from bashful to witty to chill, he couldn't help but be amused by her ever-changing demeanor.

Leaning against the railing, Suguru held his cigarette between his index and middle fingers, taking a drag and releasing a puff of smoke, all the while contemplating the idiosyncratic girl.

Out of nowhere, Suguru's ears picked up the unmistakable sound of someone knocking on his door. Curious and slightly puzzled, he cocked his head to listen intently to identify the visitor. It was late hour right now, so getting a visitor this time was weird.

With a weary sigh, Suguru raised his hand to massage the tense muscles on the nape of his neck, before carefully extinguishing his cigarette on the balcony railing. After a momentary stretch and a heartfelt yawn, he made his way to the door, unsure of what or who awaited on the other side.

As he swung the door open, his eyes widened in disbelief at the scene that greeted him.

[Name] had a determined look on her face as she held Satoru in a bridal embrace while satoru clings on her like there's no tomorrow. Both of them had tears streaming down their faces.

What the fuck.

Suguru gawked.

EXTRA:

—Shoko heard satoru and [Name] crying on tge other room and was pissed.

—Satoru pissed the bed.

—Taiyohime had to go to a doctor.

—Taiyohime is mad at [Name] and Suguru.

—Suguru got a stomach ache from eating just a crumb of the food satoru prepared.

—The sword can also transform into a shikigami

—The sword was known to eat it's previous owners and Taiyohime was just one of the people who it didn't ate.

—Suguru didn't agree on training [Name], unfortunately.

—Taiyohime, may, or may have not fed the sword another certain gojo that harassed her.

#𝐀𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐇’𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 #𝐘! 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨; 𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐬 #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere x reader #jjk x reader #yandere x you #yandere satoru gojo #yandere gojo #yandere geto #yandere suguru geto #jjk x you #jjk fanfic

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TWTWTWTWTWTW: GORE TWTWTWTWTW

Hi, I love the Yandere Gojo series! I'd like to make a request. My request: Yandere Gojo gives his non-sorcerer lover the worst punishment he's ever seen in his life because she keeps trying to run away… he makes her unable to move or run again. either amputation or broken bones. But in the end, he regrets it very much.

⋆♱⋆REMINISCENT

⋆♱⋆SYPNOSIS: Satoru loves Suguru deeply and he misses the latter so much, so how could he let go off you? How could he let a pretty little thing like you slip through his fingers when you’re literally just like suguru?

⋆♱⋆WARNINGS: Yandere (duh) bone breaking, Surgery stuff, Satoru himself is already a warning, Satoru has Capgras delusion disorder, Both Reader and Satoru ended up having shared psychosis disorder. Satosugu.

⋆♱⋆PAIRINGS: Yandere! Gojo Satoru x Fem! Non-sorcerer reader. Satosugu.

⋆♱⋆NOTE: okokok, i know that you didn’t requested satosugu anon, but there’s a reason why there’s satosugu in here, and it’s important in the plot. Hope you understand<3. Broken bones is already a bad punishment, but i’ll add a twist on it;) Hearts and Reblogs are greatly appreciated<3. Please do support me in wattpad and quotev too<3 i suck at doing angst, sooo.... Idk.. might make a part 2 though.

MASTERLIST

HE WASN’T THE MAN that you once knew, no longer the gentle soul who showered you with affection. The bond you shared over four years had been pure, filled with love and warmth, until that cursed night , Twenty fourth of December in 2017.

Satoru’s mental state appeared to deteriorate drastically ever since that day. The once warm and affectionate gaze he used to cast on you had now transformed into a cold and distant stare, devoid of any tender emotions.

Sometimes he would blame non-sorcerers like yourself too, grumbling things under his breath like

“You non-sorcerers are the reason why suguru went spiraling”

You didn’t grasp the true meaning of this statement until you did a little digging into Satoru’s past. It was then that you realized you had been living in a state of blissful ignorance.

And after learning about his troubles, instead of scolding him for his erratic behavior and pushing him away, you chose to approach him with kindness and understanding—You felt bad, for you would mostly just yell at him for acting like that, when you didn’t knew the reason why he was like that.

You made every effort to comfort him and show him that you cared deeply for him, to show him how apologetic you are for being so ignorant. However, at times, you also confronted him with harsh truths in order to bring him back to reality.

In these moments of brutal honesty, Satoru took notice of the uncanny similarities between you and Suguru. From the way you conducted yourself to the gestures you made, tie your hair up, everything seemed to echo Suguru’s presence.

The way you spoke, moved, the way your lips would curl up into a smile, the way you would laugh and interacted with others all carried a trace of Suguru’s aura.

And your voice, fuck, the softness of your voice was reminiscent of the way suguru’s voice would soften whenever he talks to satoru.

Despite lacking a clear physical resemblance, the essence of Suguru seemed to radiate from you in all aspects of your actions.

And perhaps, it’s the way that you managed to make him see suguru in you was what made him so obsessed with you. He saw echoes of his beloved friend in your every gesture, your every word. Sometimes, in a strange mixture of jest and earnestness, he would playfully dub you and Suguru, as if to merge the two of you into one entity. Sometimes he would joke about you being suguru’s genderbend.

You found it peculiar yet endearing at first, dismissing it as a harmless quirk borne from grief, as you had always seen it as his coping mechanism. Little did you know, this oversight would prove to be your gravest mistake.

Despite the warning signs he showed, his redflags, you somehow chose to endure it all.

And that was your biggest mistake.

His once-charming gestures now morphed into suffocating constraints, possessiveness, obsessiveness. Slowly but surely, he isolated you from the outside world, severing even the most basic ties of communication with your own family.

Your past talking stage and lovers would be either found dead or missing without any trace. The friends who once stood by your side now regarded you with wary glances, distancing themselves.

Of course, you felt a deep sense of sadness, believing there was a flaw within yourself. And seeking solace and understanding, you opened up to Satoru, shedding tears as you shared the studf that you were facing in your life. In your moments of vulnerability, he offered you comfort, reassuring you that he was all you needed and that you should distance yourself from other individuals. He warned you that these individuals posed a threat to your well-being, emphasizing that their intentions were harmful—and insisting that he was the only one that you need.

As much as you wanted to believe Satoru and trust him completely, your innate intuition stopped you from fully buying into his facade. Because despite his convincing demeanor, a lingering sense of unease tugged at the back of your mind, suggesting that something wasn’t quite right.

Moreover, Satoru showed a tendency to involve himself in even the most mundane of tasks, such as brushing your hair, typically tasks you would manage alone. It seemed as though he viewed you as some kind of doll, someone he could manipulate and control at his own whim. He made sure to always be in close proximity to you, refusing to give you any moments of solitude. The only instances where he allowed you some privacy were during bathing or changing, and even then, he seemed reluctant to leave your side.

His obsession became so intense that he became insistent on your constant presence by his side, whether he was on a mission, teaching, or interacting with colleagues. His students and coworkers all recognized the unhealthy attachment, with Shoko and even Megumi expressing pity towards you for being caught in Satoru’s suffocating love. Despite the visible discomfort from all parties involved, Satoru remained unmoved, justifying his actions to keep you close at all times.

Even when Shoko attempted to reason with him and knock some sense into his fucked up mind, Satoru would manipulate the situation to shift blame onto them, for separating him with suguru—and that they’re the reason why he only has you now.

Nanami also tried to intervene by trying to convince the higher ups to arrange dangerous solo missions for Satoru in hopes of separating you two, but his stubbornness prevailed.

Maki and Nobara also attempted to intervene, even organizing girls’ nights as a means of providing you with a break from Satoru, yet their efforts were futile.

Ultimately, the support from those aware of the situation—Nanami, Megumi, Nobara, Shoko, Maki, and others—proved futile in alleviating the troubling dynamic with Satoru. Despite their best intentions and efforts, your circumstances remained unchanged due to Satoru's unyielding obsession on keeping you with him.

Everyone knew how fucked up he was, but what can they do?

Satoru is the strongest after all.

Your parents weren’t even aware of your situation, as you were not allowed to talk or visit them.

One instance stands out in your memory, when you attempted to say that you want to speak with your parents, and he adamantly refused, claiming it was too perilous. Despite feeling frustrated at the time, you ultimately acquiesced to his wishes. The following day though, a horrifying discovery awaited you— the lifeless bodies of your parents. It was at this moment that you began connecting the dots, reflecting on the untimely death and murder of your previous partners, the gradual alienation of your friends, the look of pity his students and colleagues gives you, the persistent reasoning of people trying to separate you from satoru, his increasing control over your actions, and the coincidental deaths of those you sought to interact with.

The realization dawned on you that all of these events were orchestrated by Satoru himself, with the sole intention of keeping you entirely under his influence. And an overwhelming sense of fear crept into your chest, prompting you to devise a plan to escape while he was on a mission.

🔪🔪🔪

Your entire body was engulfed in pain and weariness, each muscles contracting in pain, your breaths labored and shallow as if your lungs were about to give out—About to rupture, and a searing sensation in your chest as it tightens, heaving with each labored breath you took.

Your feet were raw and bloody, multiple cuts on it from the jagged edges of rocks you have stepped on, perspiration was all over your body in rivulets, and a dry, scratchy feeling in your throat due to lack of moisture and oxygen.

Everything burned, yet you persisted in moving forward, walking a fine line between imminent collapse and the urgent need to evade getting caught by Satoru—your boyfriend.

Rather than face capture, you were willing to risk death in your desperate attempt to escape.

You’d rather die trying to escape than live without trying to fight for your freedom.

The exhaustion consuming you mattered little, all that occupied your mind was the need to break free from his grasp and his control over you.

The passage of time was a blur, perhaps an hour had passed since you began running, your energy waning as your vision blurred with fatigue.

Lost in the vast unknown surroundings, it seemed as though you were trapped in a never-ending loop. Uncertain of your location in Japan, the isolated landscape consisted only of a sprawling mansion, trees, and barren land devoid of any signs of human life. It felt as though you had been completely cut off from civilization.

As you continued running, tears streaming down your face, your mind were spinning and every hair on your body stood on end at the sound of his voice suddenly booming.

“Hm? Is that you that i see there, [Name]?”

You froze.

“What have I told you about leaving without my permission?”

The sound of Satoru's voice sent a shiver down your spine, freezing you in your tracks. Every fiber of your being screamed at you to keep moving, to escape his reach, but the fear of his wrath paralyzed you in place.

“S-satoru.. what are you doing here...?”

You couldn’t comprehend how he had managed to be here when he was supposed to be on a mission. Your mind raced with confusion and disbelief.

“No, what are you doing here?” He asks, staring down at you coldly.

“Are you.. trying to run away?” He questioned you as he stepped closer to you.

Your breath hitched, throat constricting as you looked up at him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say.

“I-i..”

“I-i wasn’t i swear—”

You were left speechless as you were suddenly shoved you down, causing your head to hit the ground with a sickening thud. Blood trickled down your forehead as a cry of pain escaped your throat.

His gaze bore down on you with a chilling intensity, sending shivers down your spine.

“You’re trying to leave me..”

“I trusted you,” he whispered shakily.

“How could you? I made sure to go back as soon as possible after my mission was finished so that you won’t be in danger... And now you’re running away and putting yourself in danger?”

Out of nowhere, his hand tightly gripped your throat, squeezing with such force that it became difficult to breathe, leading to a sensation of suffocation and a blurred vision.

“S-satoru n-nnh! L-let go!”

Struggling to break free, you frantically attempted to pry his fingers off your neck, letting out choked screams in the process. Your body thrashed around violently, desperately trying to fend him off by kicking in all directions.

“You’re really just like suguru... always trying to resist..”

“I trusted you,” he whispered unsteadily, his voice cracking.

“But what have you done?” he asked shakily.

His pupils trembled like leaves in a fierce wind, his entire frame quivering with an unsettling intensity. Those piercing sapphire eyes bore into you, sending shivers down your spine in the dim, eerie stillness of the forest.

“L-let go p-please satoru!” You begged.

“P-please. A-ahn.. let g-go, ‘Toru, please,”

“T-toru, haaah, i-i c-can’t breathe”

He seemed to pause at that when you called him “Toru.”

And slowly, his grasp slackened, leaving you gasping for precious breath as your lungs desperately clawed for every molecule of air.

You coughed, again and again and again, and he just watched you.

When you finally managed to catch your breath, you turned to look at him, your face contorted in anger abd fear.

“Y-you’re crazy satoru,” Your voice emerged hoarse and jagged.

“You’re crazy, i swear” You rasped as you dragged yourself away from him, only for him to close the distance.

“Crazy?” he repeated.

“Yes, crazy for love.” His fervor seemed to border on mania.

“Yes I’m Enamored, Suguru.” he professed with an almost unsettling zeal, his voice now carrying a hauntingly romantic lilt as though the torment he inflicted on you was an act of devotion.

Your breath hitched.

“What...?” your eyes widened.

“I’m not... Suguru...” Your voice faltered, delicate lips quivering. Pain pulsed through every fiber of your being, urging you to run away, yet how could you escape from one so consumed by his own distorted reality? Satoru appeared to be in a haze, his eyes vacant and unseeing—He was in his delusional state.

“Suguru, let’s go home..” Satoru mumbled.

You swallowed thickly. You were about to make a dumb move, but fuck, he really needed to snap out of it.

Gently, you cupped his face between trembling hands, hoping your tender touch might pierce the delirium and make him snap out of it.

“Please, ‘Toru, focus on the sound of my voice. It’s not suguru, it’s me”

But he remained ensnared in his twisted visions, oblivious to reality.

“...Satoru... ‘Toru, listen to me. I’m not suguru.”

“I’m not him. I’m [Name], your girlfriend...”

Again, and again and again, you tried to convince him that you’re not suguru.

“I’m [Name], the one that you met at the bakery that you liked so much... And i’m not suguru ”

You phrased it in different words.

And yet...

He was still lost in it.

“What are you saying suguru?”

Dread constricted your heart, each moment bringing you closer to the brink. To flee would surely send him into a frenzy but to stay would probably result in suffering.

“Don’t say things like that... Suguru”

he whispered.

“I still haven’t forgave you for running away.” He uttered, and a pit formed on your stomach.

“I’m [Name], not suguru—Toru... Please, fuck, snap out of it”

He ignored you as he gently caressed your cheek before guiding your head towards his for a kiss. Your heart pounded as your lips met, the sharp sting of his teeth on yours making you whimper.

“S’toru... Stop...”

When he didn’t stop, you reacted by biting his tongue hard, making it bleed. Surprisingly, this did not deter him; instead, he released a soft moan of pleasure.

“Oh fuck... You’re still the same as always, suguru.”

You gasped as he finally pulled away from the kiss.

“Sa-Satoru... What the fuck..?” You shrieked. Why the hell did he said that? Does this meant that... He was in a previous relationship with Suguru? Did he used you as a rebound? No, fuck, he sees suguru in you.

You understand it now.

“I’ll make sure you don’t do it again,” He whispered.

“Huh?”

“Make sure that you don’t massacre a whole ass village again so that they won’t separate you from me...”

Slowly, deliberately, his other hand drifted downward toward your ankle. Your heart drops as you felt him do that.

Oh fuck, he’s not planning on snapping your ankles, is he?

“Satoru, no, no, no, no, no!”

You strained against his crushing hold, but could only witness in horror as his fist closed around the delicate bones.

“If you do that, i’ll never forgive you— AHHH!”

A strangled scream caught in your throat as you felt the unmistakable snap of your ankle splintering beneath his strength.

White-hot pain lanced up your leg and your vision blurred with tears of misery. Before you could process the pain of the first break, his hand was upon your other ankle. You knew what was coming yet were powerless to prevent it. Another sickening crack reverberated through your shattered nerves as satoru callously contorted the joint beyond its limits. Bone fragmented, muscle tore, and ligaments ripped apart, leaving your legs crippled and limp.

🔪🔪🔪

His fingers pressed insistently beneath your chin, a mixture of gentle caress and firm control as he meticulously groomed your hair, each stroke designed to emulate the exact style of Suguru’s locks.

Tying it back partially, he sought to replicate every minute detail, ensuring you bore an eerie resemblance to his obsession—Suguru. But the true horror lay in his pervasive fixation upon you as Suguru incarnate. He paid face surgeons to sculpt and mold your face until the reflection in the mirror bore a warped semblance to Suguru’s features, he would drape you in Suguru’s attire and bestowing upon you the very essence of his fucking bestfriend.

And the worst of it all? he managed to find suguru’s daughters and practically forced you to take care of them—like the way suguru would take care of them. Even suguru’s daughters were horrified — yet they were too scared to even refuse.

All of the horrors that he had made you go through broke you completely.

“Perfect,” he murmured with a self-satisfied hum, stepping back to survey his handiwork.

You just sat there, disoriented, and feeling hollow as an empty shell.

Stripped of your true identity and coerced into being someone else you weren’t. The drugs he administered clouded your mind, the brainwashing eroding your sense of self until you could no longer discern who you are. The only thing you knew is that you’re suguru.

It was a bad punishment, real, real bad punishment.

Your identity was snatched, and you were no longer yourself.

He furrows his brow, observing the silence that hangs between you.

“C’mon speak, suguru.” he urges, his gaze piercing into yours.

“Isn’t it perfect?”

Suddenly, a flicker of realization dances in his eyes as they narrow, scrutinizing the subtle yet noticable difference between your eyes and suguru. The shift is imperceptible to most, but to him, it is a glaring anomaly that demands attention.

A smirk curls onto his lips

“Seems like we need to adjust those eyes of yours as well, huh? Don’t you agree, suguru ?”

Satoru sighed as his calloused fingers tangled themselves in thick ebony locks, pulling your motionless form taut against his chest. An ichor-cold sense of wrongness had settled itself deep in his marrow, its barbs tearing at his insides.

His beloved Suguru was already here... But... Where is his [Name]?

“Nanako and Mimiko would be upset to see you like this suguru...”

RING

Satoru blinked at the sudden shrill clamor emanating from his phone—and he realized that someone was calling him, still cradling your form against his chest with a singular hand. He took the device from his trousers one-handed, calloused fingers opening his phone.

When at last the lock screen dissolved into view, an icy shiver seized his marrowed bones.

It was you—in your normal self, kissing him in the cheek, and you two looked very happy.

Why did suddenly felt wrong?

...

... It felt wrong...

So, so wrong.

Why did nostalgia for your genuine self now claw so vehemently at the fissures in his heart, when only Suguru had the right to reside there?

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