I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME - Masterpost

Roll for Initiative

Part One - You Got This, Nerdjo

Part Two - Your Turn to Roll

Part Three - Second Male Lead Syndrome

Part Four - I'm still a man! Don't you know?

soukoku angst

ִֶָ☾. See You Later!

cw: war au pairing: megumi x OC, dad!Satoru wc: 2.6k

a/n: i really enjoyed writing this particular chapter, as exhausting as it was :DD

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 >>> coming soon!

(Megumi's POV)

I was confused.

The problem with chasing shadows is that sometimes, they start looking back.

I was in the archives again. Third time this week. I knew there was nothing new in these files — redacted lines, blank pages, ink that looked like it was burned off — but I kept coming back anyway.

Hope's a stupid thing. Fragile. Addictive.

I flipped open another folder. Same emblem on the top corner. Same damn font. Property of Operation: Blind Sun. Property of a nightmare. Screw this. I sighed, tossing the useless stash of paper to the table and walking out of the room, closing the door behind me. Kuroiwa was either stupidly blind or blindly stupid.

Either works.

Staring at redacted files until my eyes fell out never helped and never will help, so I decided I'm going rogue. Even if it gets me kicked out of here - which I'm actually yearning for. How am I supposed to find my family - or what was left of them, at least - if I can't use any and all resources I can find? That's why instead of turning right in the corridor, I veered left into the darkness. In the direction of the SUPERIOR PERSONNEL ONLY room. Some files were labeled CLASSIFIED. Others were marked FOR EYES ABOVE RANK.

But none of them said Fushiguro Megumi: Stop Being a Goddamn Idiot and Open This Sooner — which is exactly what they should’ve said.

The lock was easy. The badge swipe? Easier. They trained me to ghost into enemy territory, and I was using it to crack into my own military’s records. What a joke.

I didn’t care. I had one goal. One person.

Her name. That’s all I needed. I typed it in like I’d done a hundred times before.

GOJO, AKIRA.

And this time, it didn’t bounce me.

It opened a record.

Deployment: Special Division 02 – Black Unit Commanding Officer: SOKOLYEV, CMDR Second-in-Command: ARATA, LT Status: ACTIVE Clearance Level: LOCKED

I stared at the screen.

Kyle Sokolyev. Buzzcut.

She was under Buzzcut the entire time. The same man I’d passed in briefings. The same man who pretended not to recognize my last name. The same unit that operated under the same goddamn flag as me.

My fists slammed the desk.

Kuroiwa.

She knew. She’d known everything.

My pulse roared in my ears like gunfire. A traitor’s beat — not to the country, but to myself. I should’ve seen it.

I didn’t wait for permission. Or a vehicle. Or a file stamp. I stole a damn bike from the depot and rode.

(MILITARY BASE, SPECIAL DIVISION 02 - AKIRA'S BASE)

The base looked like any other: concrete, dust, half-salvaged wiring running like veins up the sides. But it felt different. A soldier at the gate blinked when I flashed my stolen clearance. “Uh. Sir? You’re… not from this base.”

“No,” I said. “I’m looking for someone. Gojo Akira. She’s registered here.”

“Private Gojo?” He frowned. “She shipped out early this morning.”

Damn it.

“Then someone she was close to,” I said without flinching. “Anyone she trusted. Ate meals with. Laughed around.”

The guy scratched his head. “Uh… I mean, she mostly kept to herself, but—yeah. There’s this one guy. Talks a lot. Name’s Renji. He used to get her to eat when she skipped meals.”

“Where is he?”

“Mess hall. Second corridor.” I nodded, walking into the base and going towards the hall. It smelled like steel trays and yesterday’s regrets. Soldiers slumped over half-eaten meals, boots scraping tile. I scanned until I saw him — mid-twenties maybe, hair a mess, knuckles bruised, eyes like he hadn’t slept since peace was invented.

I walked over.

“Renji?” I asked.

He looked up slowly, like he was used to being called for trouble. “Yeah?”

“I’m looking for someone. Gojo Akira.”

His face didn’t shift much — just this small, knowing pause, like a dot connecting in the back of his mind.

“Oh,” he said. A faint smile, like he knew something I didn’t. Like he recognized me.

I didn’t press. “Do you know where she went?”

He nodded, pushed his half-eaten tray aside. “Shipped out early this morning. Left with Lieutenant Arata.”

My hands curled around the edge of the bench. “Do you know why?”

Renji scratched his neck, sighing softly and speaking. "I supposed it had to do something with these papers she's been studying non-stop. Something about her dad. Come on.” He stood and started walking, leading me to the barracks.

The room was quiet. Lived-in but stripped clean. Two bunks, one top, one bottom. Renji motioned to the lower one.

“She’s been studying these,” he said, crouching and reaching under the bedframe. “Secret files. She wouldn’t let anyone touch them, but… you’re not just anyone, are you?”

I didn’t answer.

He pulled out a folded pack of documents — ragged at the edges, creased from sleepless nights. He passed them to me.

“She never said your name,” Renji added quietly. “But I figured it out.”

I opened the folder.

Classified logos. Operation stamps. Maps. Coordinates. Codenames. Redacted lines stacked like barbed wire. I barely blinked. My fingers traced through them, eyes scanning for something — anything — that would tell me where she went.

Then something slipped loose.

A photo.

It fluttered down into my lap.

I stared at it.

It was us.

Just a day — random, forgettable to anyone else. I was maybe nine. She was grinning wide, arms thrown around my neck, and I was mid-sigh, clearly trying not to smile.

We looked happy.

I swallowed hard.

“She kept it in the folder,” Renji said, voice low behind me. “Wouldn’t let it go, even when she got yelled at for bringing personal stuff into briefing.”

I folded the photo back into the file. My throat burned.

“Do you know where they went?” I asked.

Renji shook his head. “No. But it’s all in there. If anyone can figure it out, it’s you.” I nodded, offering a tight smile that looked more like a grimace than anything else. Renji nodded his head, offering the same smile.

Except his looked more sympathetic and emotional.

I stood up, tucking the files into my bag gently and fixing my gloves, looking around. I had to find her, and I would. No matter what.

"Good luck. She'll be glad to know you still care," Renji said, silent support and understanding in his booming voice. Why would she think I didn't care?

It made me pause for a moment, but the thought was pushed to the back of my mind when I was out of the base. The drive to my base was exhausting, mentally wrecking. Everything happening was driving me insane.

And that insanity drove me further to find the truth. -----------------------

The file folder lied splayed open across the floor.

Gloves were off. Jacket on the ground. I'm sitting cross-legged, hunched over, every classified paper spread around me like the wreckage of a storm.

At first, I was just skimming, frustrated — trying to pinpoint anything concrete.

But then I realized something was off.

The first highlight’s yellow. The next… is red. Then green. Then blue. Then red again. And the pen strokes are slightly slanted, different. Not military issue. Not regulation.

Then it clicked.

She was talking to me.

I scrambled, dragging the lamp closer, pulling the files into a line.

Some highlights are in thick, angry strokes — military-issued. Others? Finer. Smaller. Like someone was trying not to be noticed. And she repeated a pattern — yellow, red, green, blue, red.

A cipher.

I pulled out my notebook, copying the words only highlighted in her color. The phrases they formed.

I'm stupid.

"They’re lying about Satoru." "Arata trusts you." "If you see this, I need you." "Find me before they do."

And then finally — one more line, tucked in a page with nothing else on it:

"Only you would’ve seen this."

I clenched the papers in my hands, feeling tears build up. My mind drifted back to the photo I saw earlier.

I could remember the moment the photo was taken. What she said. How she smiled. How she looked at me as if I were her whole world. Maybe I never looked back. But it was time to now.

"I hate you as much as I would love to kiss you right now," a soft whisper fell from my lips, something cracking the wrong way in my heart. I was so, so, so blind. I needed to find her ASAP.

I didn't care she had a layer of protection from Buzzcut and Arata over herself. Didn't care the two were smart enough to dodge a nuclear bomb seconds before it exploded. I needed to help her. If I don't, I don't want to know what could happen.

I'm pretty sure that earlier, I didn't deserve that smile of hers. But I'll be damned if I don't earn it now.

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I slept over everything. Let the situation fully settle in my gut - let the fact she trusted me so much settle in completely. I can't fuck up now.

The hallway was too quiet for this hour. Morning briefings usually meant chaos - boots scuffing tile, radios crackling, half-eaten rations tossed on crates - but today, even the static felt like it was holding its breath.

I adjusted the strap of my sidearm as I passed the old west wing of Base D-7. Rust bloomed on the steel walls like rot, and for a second, I caught my own reflection in the window - a little older, a little harder around the eyes. I hated mirrors now. All they ever did was show me who I was without her.

Without my family.

A low whistle cut through the air. A junior tech—Rei, I thought—waved me over with a sealed file in hand.

“Sir, we picked up something odd,” she said, voice low. “Encrypted activity log triggered a ghost alert. Registered as unlicensed movement… but the trail is too clean. Almost like someone wanted us to find it.”

I frowned. “Where?”

She hesitated. “Sector 09.”

I blinked. “That’s not real. There’s no Sector 09.”

“I thought the same. But the log’s real. Timestamped, with geo-pings routed through backdoors only the black-ops used during Blind Sun’s peak.”

That name made my gut twist.

I grabbed the file. Flipped through sharp paper. A chill slipped down my spine - coded phrases, static glitches, bits of phrases I knew by heart.

My heart dropped. No.

I ran a hand through my hair, skin buzzing. “This pattern - it’s her,” I whispered. “It’s Akira.”

Rei blinked. “Sir?”

“She’s alive. Or she was. She left this trail.” I was already walking, then running toward Command. “She’s in Sector 09.”

“But that place—”

“I don’t care what the map says.” My voice was sharp, laced with steel. “If she’s there, I’m going in.”

I didn't wait for a car - yet again, just dragged the stolen bicycle with me and followed the coordinates. If Satoru ever taught me something useful, it was how to easily navigate using coordinates, even in dire situations such as this one.

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Sector 09. I was confused, yet again.

Why was I at the Horizon Lot? There used to be an arcade here when Akira and I were kids. Akira's family always parked on spot 11B, mine took place 10A.

I carefully stepped into the parking lot, looking around. Something was terribly off. Usually, it took a good lot to make me feel insecure and scared.

Now, shivers ran up my spine non-stop and my eyes started watering without reason.

I shivered again, breath coming out in white clouds. I didn't know what cold was, but it was clear now that I was here.

And that Akira was possibly in a life-or-death situation.

Falling into step, I quickened my pace. There was no time to lose.

My pulse thudded in my ears as I sprinted down the corridor, the walls closing in on me. The air was thick with the scent of rust and decay, mixed with something sharper—burnt ozone, the sting of something metallic, something wrong.

My boots pounded the slick concrete floor, the echoes bouncing off the narrow passageways that seemed to get tighter the further I pushed. The walls—half-machine, half-stone—were like a grave, cold and unforgiving. They didn’t belong in a place like this.

Sector 09 shouldn’t have even existed. But here I was.

A flash of red on the floor caught my attention.

Blood.

Fresh. The dark, rust-colored smear was splattered across the ground, trailing off at an angle, like someone had been dragged or stumbled. My throat tightened, breath catching. I knelt, fingers hovering just above the floor. My eyes darted over the bloodstains, tracing the path.

Then I saw them.

Footprints.

One set was deeper, heavier - someone wearing tactical boots. But the second set, faint against the backdrop of scuffed floors, was lighter. Smaller.

The weight of the tread wasn’t right either. Too soft. Too quick.

My stomach dropped.

Akira’s footsteps.

The hollow pit in my chest swelled with dread. My heart hammered, the rhythmic thudding a constant reminder of how far behind I was.

“No…” I muttered under my breath, shaking my head. “No, no, no…”

She has been here.

My hands clenched into fists at my ides as I pushed myself upright, mind reeling. She had to be okay. She had to be. I was almost there. Almost close enough to...

The next thing I found nearly stopped his heart.

A comm-unit. Standard military issue. Its casing was cracked, one side busted open, wires dangling out like veins. I dropped to one knee, the urgency propelling me forward.

It was still faintly warm.

My fingers brushed the comm’s interface, testing it for any residual charge. I could feel the heat—fresh, as though it had been dropped only moments ago.

My breath hitched. She dropped it. It wasn’t just lying there; it had been discarded, left behind in a rush. A moment of panic. Or something worse.

I swallowed hard, chest tight.

The comm-unit was cracked, but it wasn’t beyond repair. If I could just get a signal out—maybe it wasn’t too late.

But as I reached for my own device, a strange sense of dread settled over me. I was missing something. Something important. The walls seemed to close in further, the corridor stretching out in front of me like a tunnel, growing darker with every step I took.

I snapped the comm-unit into my belt. The place was a trap—it had to be.

I didn’t care. I was getting her out. No matter the cost.

A scream interrupted my train of thought. It wasn't Akira's scream; I knew that the moment I heard it. Nevertheless, it made me freeze.

It came from somewhere below the ground.

What was going on?

Something smashing and unsettling, almost eerie sounds of cracking echoed through the empty, rusty parking lot, sending a pang of uneasiness and dread straight to my core. Shit.

I pushed harder, running faster, my legs burning as I followed the sounds of destruction. I had to find her. I had to make sure she was okay.

The walls shook, like something massive had just breached the ground. The sound of shattering glass and metal split the air. The whole place groaned, like a beast awakening from a long sleep.

I grabbed one of the grenades attached to my suit, throwing it at the wall from behind which the sounds seemed to be coming from.

I ran back quickly, protecting my face from flying debris and rubble, the sound of explosion deafening me for a moment before I looked up through the dust and caught those eyes.

Cerulean blue, like the sky before the war. Pristine white hair, wild and long.

----------------- taglist: @crimsonhallucinations

I'm in your walls (aka nose deep in your masterlist trying to pick which fic I want to read FIRST)

OMG hi babyy 😘😘🫶🏻 Lemme list my finished long fics, and a lil abt themmm

Take me Home Tonight- gojoxreader fun asf, You hook up w/Gojo then realize he is your law professor! At first you can't stand his cocky ass, but you both fall hard. Lawyer Gojo, breed kink like a mf lol. So much banter and tension, and back and forth. secret relationship. Lots of fluff and cute shit along with classroom sex lol 135k

Fractured Desires - starts off Sugu/reader, ends Gojo/reader. You have a threesome w/Gojo and shit gets messy. Gojo is Yandere asf, he's literally psychotic lol but boy can he fuck. Suguru is EVIL and manipulative. Freaky ass smutfest half in his POV! Def an angsty ass story and lots of sex, threesomes and foursomes, 95k

Dirty Little Secret- Toji x reader, forbidden relationship and 19 yr age gap. Toji is Shiu's bestie and Shiu is readers dad and meets you on Spring break, yall hook up but then you both fall bad. Freaky, nasty ass sex like a lottt, lol but also soft Toji!? It has fluff, angst and sm smut 85k

Cursed Promises- monster Sukuna x reader, Heian era, reader has some cute powers in this! You're chosen to marry the King of Curses to save your village and realize he’s not just some evil monster at all. Fluffy and smutty asf, arranged marriage AU, soft tsundere Sukuna, short one at 27k!

My earlier fics are a series (romcoms):

Time After Time- my first fanfic for JJK! Gojo is an asshole boss, a rich CEO, and you're his overworked, tired assistant. You put in your two weeks notice and he does everything not to lose you. Fun, smutty, fluffy, no angst really, lots of banter. 100k

But it's better if you Do - Nanami x reader, reader is a Barista by day, Stripper by night! Wearing a disguise she makes out w/Nanami, he doesn't know it's her. Reader been down bad for him. Fun, sweet, sexy, Nanami a freak in it -90k

Up in The Air- Geto x reader, Suguru meets reader on a plane after she's jilted at the altar, and stays in her honeymoon suite bc his hotel falls thru. Sweet, sexy, so cute, hurt/comfort (reader is insecure) Geto is a doll - 100k

Unfinished fic but close to being done:

Silent Serenades-ANGSTY and very dark, you're arranged to marry Duke Gojo who's a cruel, mean ass whore for 'no reason' (there's a reason) and instead of just letting him whore around, you hook up w/Nanami. Controversial and MESSY, it's Gojo/reader end game, I'm 135k words in w/two more parts left! You'll love it if you love darker/messy content.

Holy fk I've written a lot!?!?! Aha I hope you find some that you enjoy on here!!! 😭🥹😘 I know you enjoy darker stuff so I'd say Fractured Desires or Silent Serenades 😩🫶🏻😘 lysm!

fuck my annoying ass dog

in which: megyn cuddle + annoying kuro

pairing: megumi x f!reader

masterlist

megumi was tired.

a long day of exercising curses, all he wanted in this moment was to collapse into bed and pull yn into his arms. no barking or whining, just wuiet.

but apparently that was too much to ask for.

because the moment he wrapped his arm around yns waist, the divine dog growled.

not a soft whine like when megumi didnt bring back treats, a warning growl.

megumis fingers barely touched yns hip again before the growl got louder. his brain took a second to process it before his face turned into a scowl.

he glanced down at the divine dog, who was currently trying to wedge itself between him and yn. its head pressed against yns stomach.

yn, meanwhile,. was sleeply giggling, her face buried against megumis chest.

megumi sighed. “did you just growl at me, kuro?”

the dog did not blink or waver.

it stood its ground, its eyes sharp like megumi was an intruder in his own dorm.

yn lifted her head slightly, peekijg up at him. “theyre just protective, megs.”

protective, against megumi. yns boyfriend. their summoner.

megumis eyes narrowed. “shes literally my girlfriend”

the dog did not care. if anything, it pushed itself closer to yn, pressing its entire weight into them as if shielding her from megumi.

“you cant be serious.”

yn reached down and scratched behind its ear. “its cute.”

“no, its not.”

it was annoying, he could barely touch his own girlfriend without his own technique getting in the way.

megumi stared down the dog with the most unimpressed look imaginable. which was reflected on the dog. “i summon you, you exist because of me. you should be on my side.”

the dog blinked. then had the audacity to turn its head away.

because megumi wasnt worth looking at.

megumi exhaled sharply. “fine”

yn, still giggling, tilted her head. “are you pouting, megs?”

“no.”

megumi absolutely was pouting.

and it only got worse when kuro curled against yns stomach, blocking megumi from touching her.

yn ran her fingers through kuros fur. “guess you have to work for their trust, too.”

“i dont need their trust, i need my girlfriend back.”

kuro didnt move.

megumi sighed heavily, sinking deeper into the mattress. he should have desummoned the shikigami already, but he was too tired. instead he settled for grumbling under his breath.

reader reached out, gently running her fingers through megumis hair, scratching at the scalp. the tension in his shoulders giving away.

megumis eyelids drooped, huffing out a breath. “this is so unfair.”

“youre cute when your grumpy, megs”

megumi grumbled something unintelligible before wrapping an arm around her back—and the dog growled again.

“oh my fucking gosh.”

✽ HEAD OVER HEELS ⸺ ₍ g. suguru ! ₎

⸝⸝⸝⸝ You'd grown accustomed to the sacrifices of dating a firefighter. The late-night calls, the sudden departures, the silent prayers every time he walked out the door in his uniform. But tonight felt different. Maybe it was the way his dark eyes lingered on you as he pulled on his jacket, his usual reassuring smile faltering just a little. Or the way his voice softened when he kissed your forehead and whispered, "I’ll be back soon. I promise." ★ [N]SFW + firefighter!geto + fem!reader + established relationship + blowjob + unprotected sex + size kink + petnames ( baby, pretty girl, mama, angel ) + light mocking + suguru is in love.

The bedside lamp cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating the unmade bed where you had been moments ago, curled up against Suguru, savoring the quiet intimacy of the night. You could still feel the lingering warmth of his body against yours, a memory cruelly interrupted by the shrill ring of his emergency pager.

A fire. Urgent. He had to go.

You'd grown accustomed to the sacrifices of dating a firefighter. The late-night calls, the sudden departures, the silent prayers every time he walked out the door in his uniform. But tonight felt different. Maybe it was the way his dark eyes lingered on you as he pulled on his jacket, his usual reassuring smile faltering just a little. Or the way his voice softened when he kissed your forehead and whispered, "I’ll be back soon. I promise."

Now, the quiet of the apartment felt deafening, Suguru's absence stretching across the space like a tangible weight. The clock on the nightstand ticked mercilessly, each second a reminder that he was out there, in danger, while you were helplessly safe at home.

Sleep was impossible.

With a frustrated sigh, you threw off the covers and padded into the living room. The couch wasn’t comfortable—Suguru had grumbled about replacing it more times than you could count—but it offered a better vantage point to keep an eye on the front door. You wrapped yourself in the blanket Suguru always used, his scent faint but comforting, and curled up, staring at the shadows dancing across the walls.

You tried distracting yourself, scrolling aimlessly on your phone, but every notification made your heart leap, hoping it was him. Eventually, the phone slipped from your grasp, and you sat in silence, letting your thoughts wander.

Images flashed unbidden in your mind: flames licking at buildings, the heavy weight of his gear, the heat, the danger. You hated these thoughts, but they always came, no matter how much you tried to push them away. Suguru was brave—fearless, even—but bravery didn’t make him invincible.

The hours dragged on, the night growing colder. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to find a position that didn’t make your neck ache. Your eyes burned with exhaustion, but you didn’t dare fall asleep. Not here, not while he was still out there.

Then, finally, the sound of a key turning in the lock.

You bolted upright, heart pounding, as the door creaked open. Suguru stepped in, his broad frame silhouetted against the dim light of the hallway. He looked exhausted, soot streaking his face and dark hair sticking to his forehead, but he was here. He was safe.

"You're still up, mama?" he asked, his voice rough with fatigue but laced with concern.

You didn’t answer, instead rushing to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. He stiffened for a moment, then melted into the embrace, his arms encircling you tightly.

"I was worried," you murmured against his chest, your voice trembling despite your efforts to keep it steady.

"I’m sorry," he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I’m okay. I promise." He stands there with you in his arms for a few more seconds before gently pulling you away from him. "Gonna get cleaned up, okay? Wait for me in bed.”

You watched as he trudged toward the bathroom, his shoulders heavy with fatigue, his steps slower than usual. The door clicked shut behind him, and the faint sound of water running soon followed. It was tempting to join him, to help him wash away the stress and grime of the night, but something about the way he carried himself made you hold back. Suguru needed a moment to breathe, to let the night slip away in solitude.

So, instead, you busied yourself in the kitchen. You set the kettle on the stove, the gentle hum of the heating water a small comfort. Pulling out his favorite mug, the one with the chipped handle that he refused to part with, you prepared everything for tea—something soothing to help him relax before bed.

The kettle whistled just as you heard the bathroom door open. Suguru emerged, his hair damp and sticking to his temples, dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked cleaner but still tired, his dark eyes meeting yours with a soft, grateful smile as he crossed the room toward you.

“You didn’t have to do all this,” he murmured, taking the mug from your hands. His fingers brushed yours, and the warmth of the moment settled between you like a quiet reassurance.

“You’re always doing so much for everyone else,” you replied, your voice tender. “Let me take care of you for a change.”

Suguru chuckled softly, his lips curling into that familiar grin. “You already do. More than you know.”

You led him back to the living room, and the two of you sank onto the couch, sitting closer than necessary. He sipped his tea in silence for a moment, his free hand finding yours and threading your fingers together. The weight of his palm against yours was grounding, the calluses on his skin a reminder of everything he gave to keep others safe.

“I couldn’t sleep,” you admitted after a moment, your voice barely above a whisper. “Not until you came back.”

He takes another sip of his tea before putting the mug aside and tapping his thigh, you quickly straddle his lap and wrap your arms around his neck. His hands are warm and they cup your cheeks in a loving manner, fingers brushing your hair away from your face.

“I hate that you have to worry,” he said, his tone heavy with guilt. “But I love knowing you care that much. It keeps me grounded out there.”

Your chest tightened at his words. “I do care, Suguru. So much. I just… I wish I could do more.”

“You do plenty,” he said. “You give me a reason to come home.”

Tears stung your eyes, but you blinked them away, leaning into his touch. “Just promise me you’ll keep coming home.”

“You’re not getting rid of me so early, baby.”

The kiss you share is filled with a warmth and softness Suguru learned to exercise with you, leaving little kisses on your cheeks and jaw before pressing his lips against yours, soft yet sure, with an unspoken tenderness that made your heart ache. His hand slid to the back of your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair, anchoring you to him. He tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss in a way that sent a wave of warmth cascading through your chest. The taste of him was familiar and comforting, with a hint of the tea he’d just sipped lingering faintly on his lips.

You separate from the kiss, hands sliding down to his chest covered by the black loose t-shirt.

“Wanna take care of you,” you whisper as if you’re telling him a secret, feeling his fingers deepening in the soft flesh of your hips.

You crawl out of his lap to kneel on the carpet, curious hands caressing his thighs for a moment, feeling his strong muscles under your palm, before pulling down the hem of his sweatpants just enough to free his cock, standing in its full glory in front of your eyes. You get closer to him, wrapping your small hand around his girth and that's enough to make Suguru groan, as if he’s been waiting for this moment the whole day and wasn’t able to keep his reactions to himself. You both shared an intimacy so deep that it was almost like a ritual, your lips kissing the head of his cock softly and then wrapping around it in a sucking motion.

Suguru spreads his legs further and leans back on the couch, one hand covering his mouth briefly and the other one holding the back of your neck firmly but without making you do anything other than lick his shaft from the base to the tip. His chest goes up and down with rapid breaths, knowing that if he locked eyes with you, looking up at him with the most pure adoration as you try to fit more of him into your mouth, he would lose his mind completely.

"Fuck," he breathes, your warm mouth enveloping him with more ease as you coat his dick with your saliva, your hand masturbating him everytime you have to pull away from him to take a breath. You're about to put him again in your mouth when he softly pulls on your hair. "C'mere," he commands, hands on your hips to make you stand up before him. He loses no time, fingers pulling down your panties in less than a second, leaving you only in his oversized Deftones t-shirt that you always wore to bed.

Suguru was a man of few words when you started dating him.

He spoke only when necessary, a habit that often left you second-guessing and filled with an uneasy longing for more—more reassurance, more affection, more of him. That quiet reserve had planted seeds of insecurity in your chest, leaving you yearning for the pieces of him he kept hidden.

But now, after all these years, Suguru couldn’t hold back—not when you were straddling his lap, your lips crashing into his with a passion that stole the very breath from his lungs. His hands gripped your waist firmly, grounding himself in the intensity of the moment, and his words—soft, raspy, and unrestrained—spilled between kisses, leaving no doubt of how deeply he felt for you.

"Gonna sit down on my cock, baby?" he asks against your lips, sliding his hands under your shirt to squeeze your breasts firmly. You can only whine at that, rubbing yourself down on his cock settled between your folds, the movement of your hips is enough to make you both sigh in pleasure. Geto grabs your waist to align you with his lap, his other hand holding his cock as he pushes you down on him. “Just like that, angel, nice and slow.” 

“So big,” you complain with a pout, pressing your face in the crook of his neck.

The stretch always has you on the edge, your own arousal making it easier for him to slip into your tight walls but it doesn’t make it less painful. You know it’s temporary, and your boyfriend makes sure you’re okay while peppering your neck and jaw with wet kisses.

He licks his lips, looking down at where you’re both connected, “Just a little bit more, pretty girl.” A few more seconds and he’s completely inside you, he quickly rewards you pressing his lips against yours again.

Suguru always liked being in control. Especially when you’re on top of him, with your pretty teary eyes and making such pretty sounds, he can’t hold back from taking control and making you remember why you’re his. He lifts you by your waist just enough so he can thrust his hips upwards against you, his cock slipping out of you slowly and going back in a swift motion. It feels like you’re floating, all you can do is grip his shoulders and pray he doesn’t break you. Geto’s eyes stared at the way your cunt swallowed him whole, the abused walls spasming around him with every move. 

“Oh my—Suguru!” you whine out, your body being jolted everytime he pounds into you. “Please, please, please!”

“Wanna cum, baby?” his hand reaches down to your pussy, fingers rubbing your swollen clit with quick movements. You feel the familiar heat boiling inside of your body as he pulls you closer to him, hips hammering into you slower but with the same prior strength. “Such a needy girl letting me fuck you as I want, hum? You like when I use your little pussy to get off?” You nod and bite your lip tauntingly, watching his eyes with a glint of pure desire in them as he smirks at you. “Go on, then. Cum all over your man, baby.”

His words are nothing more than a command to which you obey immediately, his raspy voice combined with his ruthless thrusts and long fingers harshly rubbing your clit send your mind into short circuit, a white filled haze that makes you lose your breath and your legs shake. Suguru holds you tightly against him with his beefy arms, using the small space he has between your body and his to thrust into you and rub against your cunt, cumming with a groan that’s stifled by the skin of your neck.

You listen to his breath calming down, hands playing with his hair while he holds your tightly. When he finally pulled back, it was only enough to rest his forehead against yours. Both of you were breathing a little heavier, the room filled with the quiet intimacy of the moment. His eyes searched yours, his thumb still caressing your cheek.

“I’m so in love with you” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled softly, your hand resting against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm. “I love you too, baby” you replied, your voice steady despite the lingering flutter in your chest.

And with that, he kissed you again—just once, quick and sweet, as if sealing a promise.

boss levels aren’t so hard when your older brother has your back 👾

undertale reference

⌣⌣　　˳　 ⊹ EXCUSE ME? 𓏼 𝜗℘

SUMMARY: the school you and your husband's child, megumi attends called you one after apparently megumi got into a fight...

WC: another short fluffy fic, 657!

NOTES: HIHI BEEN A BIT SINCE I POSTED!!! guys i love fushiguro family like ohmyogd anyways PLEASE SEND REQUESTS I AM SO BORED AND ON WRITERS BLOCK

The call came just before lunch.

You were curled up on the couch, half-dozing in Toji’s lap while he scrolled through his phone, when yours started buzzing on the table. You picked it up with a groan, already expecting it to be spam.

But when you saw the name — Megumi’s School — your blood turned to ice.

You sat up fast. “It’s the school.”

Toji’s eyes immediately sharpened, phone dropping to the side as he leaned in. You put it on speaker.

“Hello?”

“Hi, this is Mrs. Takahashi from Sato Elementary. We’re calling to inform you that your son, Megumi, was involved in a… physical altercation today. We’d like you and his father to come in for a meeting.”

Toji was already standing. “We’re on our way.”

Fifteen minutes later,

You and Toji stepped into the office, calm on the surface, but both of you radiating that kind of cool, dangerous energy that made people instinctively step out of your way. You were dressed in all black, Toji in his usual fitted shirt and jacket, the kind of dad who looked like he fought people for fun and always won.

Mrs. Takahashi, the principal, and a meek-looking teacher were waiting.

“Thank you for coming,” she said, folding her hands tightly. “We need to discuss your son’s behavior today.”

“Where is he?” you asked immediately.

“Currently sitting with the nurse. He’s not injured, but—”

“What. happened,” Toji said, voice low, “exactly?”

The principal cleared his throat. “It appears Megumi punched another student. Several times. Unprovoked.”

You raised a brow. “Unprovoked?”

“Yes.”

Toji crossed his arms. “And you’re sure about that? Because my kid doesn’t swing first unless he’s got a damn good reason.”

The teacher adjusted her glasses. “It’s just that… he can be very quiet. Reserved. Sometimes children like that act out unexpectedly.”

You leaned forward slightly. “Did anyone ask him what happened?”

There was a pause.

“We didn’t get the chance before calling you—”

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.

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“You didn’t ask my son for his side of the story before labeling him a problem?” you snapped.

Toji’s tone darkened. “That’s not gonna fly with me.”

Mrs. Takahashi cleared her throat. “We understand this is upsetting, but physical violence—”

“Tell us who the other kid is,” you interrupted. “We’ll call their parents. Let’s have this conversation properly.”

The principal blinked. “I… don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Then stop trying to act like our son’s a criminal when you didn’t even ask what happened,” Toji snapped. “Megumi doesn’t throw punches for fun. What did the other kid do?”

The teacher hesitated. “…Apparently, there was name-calling. The other boy allegedly told Megumi his mom was stupid. And… made comments about her being pregnant. Called her ‘fat’ and ‘gross.’”

You felt Toji’s hand grip yours under the table.

You smiled—cold, sweet, dangerous. “So Megumi defended his mother.”

The principal looked uncomfortable. “Regardless, physical retaliation—”

“Toji,” you said sweetly, not taking your eyes off the staff, “can you remind me what we teach Megumi about defending his family?”

Toji leaned in, voice low and sharp. “That we don’t throw the first punch. But we always throw the last.”

The room went silent.

You stood, adjusting your coat. “We’re taking our son home. You can contact us when you’ve figured out how to actually handle bullying, instead of punishing the kid who stands up to it.”

Toji followed, not even bothering to look back. “And next time you call us in, make sure you’ve got your facts straight.”

Ten minutes later, in the car,

Megumi was sitting in the back seat, swinging his feet and holding an ice pack on his hand.

“Are you mad at me?” he asked softly.

You turned around, giving him a gentle smile. “No, sweetheart.”

Toji reached back and ruffled his hair. “You defended your mama. That kid had it coming.”

Megumi’s lips twitched into a smile. “He cried after the third punch.”

...

You blinked. “Third?”

Toji chuckled proudly. “Atta boy.”

Secret Santa for @cryptid-juzou !! They had maid!Chuuya among the requested prompts and I immediately jumped at that. I really hope you like it! (Some bonuses that didn't make the cut) Thanks to @bungostraydogs-secret-santa for organizing this!