“And if you’ll give me 40% of the MOST POPULAR VOTE, I’ll give you my SPECIAL REWARD... A year’s supply of NON-GLOOBY SLIME!!! Never or BARELY used!!!” Tenna concluded his speech with a huge smile, jetting his hands up in double peace signs.
The crowd roared in confused enthusiasm as Tenna gave a gracious flurry of low-FPS bows, pausing only for the occasional stink-nose at his audience plants who weren’t throwing enough 3D roses.
Eventually, the room fell silent. It was Senshi’s turn to speak.
He puffed out his chest, took a long, sweeping look over the audience… and shook his head.
“I can see not all of you are eating properly.”
The crowd murmured with embarrassment.
“I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s time to take the turkey out of your icebox. I have seen the ingenious technology with which your people store food... and I have also seen the waste which results from such convenience.
“The food you take had a life. Beasts grew fat on the grass of the field, plants grew from the sun’s rays, and mushrooms grew from minerals in the cracks of caves. And yet, it sits in your iceboxes, collecting moisture until it perishes.
“Eat what is given to you. Because its life will make you stronger, too.”
Without another word, Senshi left his podium and stepped away from the stage. The crowd murmured in confusion. “Is he really like that?” somebody said. “I only remember reblogging the photosets of him tripping and showing ass.”
--
Back in the Green Room, Tenna wrung his antennas nervously.
“Y-y-you think they liked me!? They HAD to!! I mean, I don’t know what Asgore was thinking, getting that weird haircut and running that food waste campaign, but… YOU thought I did good, didn’t you, Kris?”
Laios nodded aggressively, a streak of blue face paint peeling from his forehead.
“You did AMAZING, Tenna! By the way, now that we’ve seen all your insider campaign secrets, do you have any more videos of Susie? Especially her tail... If I could get a look at that, I could finally tell if she’s a dinosaur or --”
THWACK. Fake antlers butted Laios’s head.
“LAIOS?? Weren’t we dressed up to help SENSHI???” Marcille hissed, gesturing awkwardly with her hooves.
Suddenly, Tenna turned to the two adventurers.
“Hey, WAIT a second. SOMETHING’s not right here...”
Laios and Marcille held their breath.
“Where the heck are my POINTS!?”
Just then, the door opened. Chilchuck took one step into the room, whistling and holding a large bag.
Everyone turned to him.
Chilchuck paused, took a step backwards, and closed the door.
“CHILCHUCK!!!” yelled Tenna.
“How come Chilchuck got to stay Chilchuck!?” yelled Marcille at the same time.
--
Meanwhile, in outer space somewhere, some guy was making out with a rock.
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This took FOREVER, ignore any and all flaws I'm an old lady who had to watch so many gacha alight motion tutorials to make this.
Here's more yumeshipping content, severely underestimated tweening and I'm a new man' now. But for Jun (Bel's Hell on webtoon, read it PLEASE) we do literally anything!!
SYNOPSIS. Order is a fragile thing. Higuruma Hiromi spent his life defining the boundaries of right and wrong, but within the walls of his office, those boundaries are nothing but smoke. She was his finest apprentice: disciplined, sharp, and lethal. Or so he thought. For five years, they existed within the rigid confines of the law, until the line between mentorship and mastery blurred and finally snapped.
One confession, whispered against the backdrop of a relentless storm, turns a mentor into a master and a lawyer into a devotee. When the brilliant, cold-blooded associate finally confesses her hunger for a leash, the hierarchy collapses. And Higuruma, the man who built his life on verdicts, finds the only one that matters: her absolute submission. No witnesses. No appeals. Just the heavy silence of a room where power is taken and freedom is found in surrender.
Beneath the weight of his gaze, the law of the land fails, leaving only the raw, visceral law of desire. They've stepped out of the light of justice and into a world where the only order is his command, and the only plea is for more.
STARRED BY. boss!higuruma x lawyer!reader
WC. 128.4K
CW/TAGS. 18+. au/no curses. smut. workplace romance. forbidden relationship. psychological angst. power dynamics. angst (hurt no comfort), age gap, bdsm & kink, bóndage, dóm/súb dynamics, explicit language, light sadism, slow burn, sexual content, vóyeurism, workplace sexúal misconduct, yearning, more tba...
artwork credits to verazpberry! ⸝⸝ lace dividers by cursed-carmine!
PARTS.
part 1. without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin?
part 2. why does it feel like a vow we'll both uphold somehow?
part 3. i'm seeing visions, am i bad? or mad? or wise?
part 4. what if the way you hold me is actually what's holy?
part 5. oh, what a way to die!
part 6. i choose you and me… religiously
EXTRAS.
moodboard.
playlist.
higuruma playlist by @kaienxi (thank you so much kaienxi!!)
DISCLAIMER. this story is intended for mature audiences only (18+). it explores complex power dynamics, including bdsm themes and authority play. reader discretion is strongly advised as the narrative contains explicit sexual content, depictions of psychological tension, and a deep dive into the blurring lines of professional ethics and personal obsession.
the legal setting and professional environments depicted are purely fictional and used for narrative purposes. the behaviors and relationship dynamics shown between higuruma and the protagonist are not intended to represent healthy or standard professional conduct in the real world. this is a work of fiction exploring the darker, more visceral side of desire.
this is an alternate universe (au) where the characters of jujutsu kaisen exist in a world without curses, focusing instead on their roles within a legal and psychological framework. character motivations and actions are explored through a dark, cinematic lens that may deviate from canon personalities to fit this specific narrative.
this fanfiction is written for entertainment purposes only. all original plot points and specific characterizations within this au are the product of my creative work. that said, enjoy!
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summary: they take too long to come back to your shared place… and you end up passing out.
cw: fluff, gender neutral (no pronouns used other than ‘you’ etc etc), not proof read, potential inaccuracy of characters, swearing, zayne is my favourite and i probably will not get him right anyways, blonde men, sassy man apocalypse (guess who.)
zayne —
let’s be honest, seeing as he’s so loyal to his job — almost as much as you are canonically — this is definitely not the first or last time this stuff will happen. you two had planned a little indoor date night, popcorn, shitty romcoms (secretly he likes them). and then a bad storm comes in, unpredicted by the weather. and of course, he gets called in for the night, to be there to treat anyone potentially injured. again.
you did try to stay up. you had your own little date night, sans-zayne. you sat on that couch and watched romcoms alone with your own little popcorn bucket up until about midnight. you can only recall getting halfway through the third movie before you fell asleep.
… and he was home at the ungodly hour of 4 in the morning. he was a little dreary, tired, but he still entered the home silently. he’d make a great robber, if he ever picked up crime. he passed you on the couch, not noticing you under the several blankets you had insisted on dragging out for the night. he went right for your room, pausing at the door when he noticed no one in bed. odd. suspicious. were you kidnapped?
he went back to the living room, and that was when he spotted your hair creeping out from the mass of blankets. the tv had shut itself off, a soft glow of a standby screen allowing him to see a little better. carefully, zayne began to peel the blankets off your odd blanket cocoon. he set them aside, all folded and nice. always a perfectionist, even when he was half awake. then he scooped you up into his arms, as if you were nothing, carrying you over to the bedroom.
when you began to stir, curious gibberish nonsense coming out of your lips, zayne softly answered your confusion. “it is bad for your back if you were to sleep upon that couch all night.”
he got both of your properly oriented into bed after another minute or so, but you had already fallen back asleep. at least he was home safe, and the storm had lulled.
the couch was comfortable enough to sleep on, sure. there just wasn’t room for him.
xavier —
he was always so insistent on protecting you, in any and every situation. even when it comes to claw machines and plushies. so it was no surprise when around your area, there was some lingering metaflux nearby, and xavier insisted on going to check. alone, arguing, “you had a long day. you’re too drowsy, and if you got hurt accidentally…” and more. he went on for about a whole minute as to why he should go alone, until you eventually gave right in.
however, he never said how long he’d be gone. you got a little worried after an hour, checking the metaflux around your area too every now and then — and it was still there. what was he doing? how bad was it? could he not pinpoint it? maybe you should go help. your brain was determined to.
but your eyes… they were barely open. you hit your face, gentle slaps to try and make your eyes open more, but of course it didn’t work. fighting against your body seemed to be a losing battle for you. so you lay back down, determined if your eyes can’t stay awake, you will make your brain stay awake.
you spent at least thirty minutes thinking of the hardest math equations you have ever done. if f(x) = -2x^2 + 3, how could you differentiate f(x) from the first principles? well, f’(x) = lim f(x+h)-f(x)/h… = lim -2(x+h)^2 + 3-(-2x^2 +3)/h…
and then you got bored. and the boredom lead to tiredness, then… you fell asleep. brain full of calculus.
after about thirty minutes, however, you heard the front door open and someone haphazardly try to sneak by your side of the bed to theirs. xavier had finally come back, it seemed. you rubbed your eyes — feeling them, eugh — looking over at him as he snuck by. when he noticed your gaze on him, he paused a moment then sighed.
“sorry.” was his simple response and apology, for waking you. xavier got in under the covers, and you scooted closer to him a bit, looking at him expectantly. “what?”
“what was it?”
“… a small wanderer that could hide very easily in the dark.”
you laughed at that, shaking your head. “took you two hours to find it? think your off your game, xavi…”
rafayel —
“oh my goodness.” he sat up in the middle of your little cuddle session. you had been watching some childhood cartoons you wanted to show him, having remembered them after all these years.
you looked over at him curiously, about to ask him what was up, but of course he was already answering you. “this just gave me inspiration for another painting. i absolutely have to go.”
you were about to protest, but he was already getting up. there goes your personal stuffed animal and heater… “hey, wait a minute, at least finish the episode with me?”
rafayel paused a moment and looked over, pausing getting on his shoes to look at your expression. you had a small frown to your face, and it broke his heart just a little bit. “as much as i would love to, sunshine,” he went back to putting on his shoes, unable to keep looking at your sad face, “you cannot pause creativity at my level.”
“come home before midnight.” your hands were on your hips as you gave him a stern look. setting him a curfew should work.
“yeah, yeah. you know i’ll try, right?” and after that, he slipped out the door and jogged off to his art studio. thankfully, it was a short walk away.
well, you got sucked back into that show. you stayed up until midnight, staring at the clock, waiting to hear that front door open. but it never did. you sighed and shot off a text to rafayel, reminding him of the time. and then you got back to your show.
soon enough, unbeknownst to you, it was almost one in the morning. and the dumb childish moral plots lulled you to sleep, not even the theme song waking you as it used to…
rafayel hadn’t even checked his phone the whole time. he worked until he felt himself getting sleepy — 2 am. then he headed off, back to their house, slipping in the front door and almost tripping as he tried to kick his own shoes off.
when he saw you on the couch, he headed over and fell on top of you, too tired to move you ever so slightly so he could possibly get in under you. and not suffocate you.
of course him flopping onto you woke you right up, and you pinched his side causing him to grumble. “it’s past your curfew,” you had mumbled out.
“move over, you’re very uncomfortable… like some sort of rock of a pillow…” rafayel tried to worm his way under you, causing you to move out of the way… and right off of the couch onto the floor.
“ow…” you mumbled, and he didn’t seem to care right now about any of that, holding his arms out as he waited for you to come back.
the second you went in his arms, he held onto you like a koala to a tree. looks like you weren’t moving any time soon…
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