#// YOURE SO SWEET

[hayakawalove]

Politely asking for spoiled princess and suguru uwu you would do that saur much justice im shaking at the thought EEEE

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CW: Fluff, Eating, Reader Just Gets Babied, Gender Neutral Reader

W/C: 1,332

“Happy birthday to you,” you wake with a melodic voice filling your ears.

When you open your eyes, the first thing you’re met with is the beauty that is Suguru Geto. His eyes are crinkled as he grins, tone soft as he sings. It fills your stomach with an emotion that’s a bit hard to place. Joy? Gratitude? No, something deeper.

Suguru finishes singing and places a soft kiss on your forehead. Warmth bursts across your skin, trailing across the planes of your face. Suguru loves you. He loves you. He loves you. It was palpable, felt in everything he did.

He’s looking down at you, his fingers adjusting a piece of your hair behind your ear. He smells sweet, like icing and yearly wishes. You think he was probably making your birthday cake, and your-

“I made breakfast, want me to bring it to you or do you want to eat on the couch?”

It’s a tender question, because you know he would offer to bring it to you regardless of it being your birthday. That’s just the kind of man Suguru was.

He loves to spoil, loves to baby, loves to love. It was a bit overbearing at first. Over time you’ve learned to lean into it. In fact, you may lean into it a bit too much. Especially during times like these.

“Will you carry me to the couch?” You bat your lashes, perfectly playing the part of a needy partner.

“What, no ‘please’?” He teases as he stands.

“Suguru, it’s my birthday!”

“Ahh, I suppose you’re right. Manners aren’t required on national holidays, huh?”

“No!”

He grins and pinches your cheek lovingly.

You think he gets off on your defiance more than you do. Freaky bastard.

Suguru spins on his heels to bring your breakfast to the living room while you nuzzle into the blankets. If the promise of food wasn’t imminent, you probably would be drifting back to bed. But it was Suguru’s cooking you were talking about. Not a chance in hell you’d miss that.

He comes back after setting the breakfast down by the couch. Suguru lifts you up, his strong arm holding the back of your knees while your head rests against his chest. It’s a short walk to the living room, with golden light filtering in through your windows. He sits on the couch with you draped across his lap.

You peek an eye open and see the tray full of goodies in front of you. French toast, fruit, and eggs to name a few. It looks wonderful. The aroma floats over to you and makes you stir against him, but you’re so damn comfortable.

“Have you gone back to bed already?” The tone is teasing and it goes straight to your heart.

You grumble and nudge his chest with your head.

“Don’t you want breakfast?” He asks.

“Feed it to me…” you whine as you look up at him.

Suguru lets out a loving sigh. He’s putting on a front as if he may be bothered, but it’s a farce and you know it.

“What am I going to do with you?” He chuckles, looking down to cut your French toast.

You relax in his hold, your body laying across his thighs as he tends to you. He gathers a piece drenched in syrup before holding it up on the fork, looking down at you.

“You have to sit up, I can’t have you choking on your birthday.”

You pout and nuzzle further into him before shuffling into a seated position. Suguru brings the fork next to you, nudging it against your lips. The stickiness spreads across your mouth, dusting your lips with sugar. You open up and grin when the food hits your tastebuds. So good. He never misses.

“You could have me choking on any other day?”

“Don’t be a brat, sweetheart.”

You bite your lip and look up to him. There’s pink growing on his cheeks, and you can’t tell if it’s due to the hard work he’s put in this morning, or if it’s from the sight of you needing his help.

He places another piece in your mouth before setting the fork down to grab the fruit. He’s holding a grape, plump and cold as he brings it up to your mouth. You wrap your lips around the grape and eat it, flicking your tongue against his thumb as you do so. It’s hard to make Suguru flustered, but every once in awhile you’re able to achieve the task. Like now.

Suguru clears his throat and continues to pamper you, feeding you as you drape yourself across his body.

Once you’re finished eating, or more aptly once Suguru’s finished feeding you, you let out a heavy sigh. Your stomach and your heart were full.

“What’s next on the agenda?” You ask, as if you’ve had an arduous day so far.

“You tell me.”

There were so many options. More than anything, you just wanted to spend the day with him.

You also wanted to be babied by him, but that was neither here nor there.

“Suguru, will you paint my nails and do my hair?”

He looks a bit ruffled at the request. He was ready to offer you the world on a silver platter, and you just wanted to have your nails painted?

“Sure, baby. What color?” He gets up and shuffles around to locate the polish, grabbing all of the supplies he needs.

“Black?”

“Birthday black it is.”

Suguru told you that sadly, you’d have to come to the kitchen table to get your nails painted. He told you that a couch full of paint wouldn’t be very good, and you were inclined to agree. Suguru sits across from you at the table, brush in hand as he maneuvers around your fingers. He treats them as if they’re precious, delicate pieces of art.

It’s a sight to see. Soft locks fall over his shoulders as he analyzes his work, you think he must be biting the inside of his cheek.

Once he’s done, you marvel at the results. Neat, because obviously it was. Your nails shine under the living room lights, honestly it looked so good you almost felt bad not paying for it. He’s watching you, his fist propped up under his chin as he smiles at your enthusiasm.

“It looks so good Suguru!”

“Thank you, I’m happy you like it.”

You take another moment to appreciate your nails before you look back towards him. There’s love in his gaze as he admires you, a soft smile resting on his face.

“Hair?” You ask, wanting to feel his hands on your scalp.

Suguru raises his brows, and looks up towards your eyes as if you brought him back to reality.

“Hair.” He responds, getting up from his seat to gather the supplies.

He works silently while you talk his ear off. At the beginning of your relationship, you were a bit worried you annoyed him with all your talking. But now you know that’s not the case. He loves when you talk. He loves to listen. It’s not really a surprise when his best friend is Gojo, king of loud mouths.

When he’s done, he holds a mirror up in front of you. Suguru was talented in everything he did. Your hair was perfect, no strand out of place. The sight brings a grin to your face as you whip around to face him. He’s standing behind you, brushing a hand against your hair as he looks down.

“Thank you!” You jump up from your seat and throw your arms around his steady figure.

Suguru coos and hugs you tightly, resting his head atop yours.

“Of course, darling.”

Once you’ve had your fill, although you could hug him for much longer if given the opportunity, you pull away. You beam up at him while he lovingly looks back.

“Was that all you wanted to do today?” He questions.

“We’re just getting started!” You respond.

(THANK YOU FOR SAYING I WOULD DO IT GOOD YOU’RE SO KIND. SUGURU LOVES YOU VERY MUCH. I KNOW HE DOES)

[cwrcent]

     ۪    ࣪   . ᪲ ᪲  "I’m just jealous alright?" . . . . ﾁｭ ﹚

"Keep on loving me.. till I fall apart."

.. ♫ྀི..// . @wonysmiu … . 𔒋 ᩙ — ..🥊

[faetima]

Hi!! Can I please request a hanahaki fic with blade? I'm not sure if you've written for him though!

Also, please take some breaks! You've written a lot of fics lately, you might get overworked 🤍

𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. .

. .hanahaki just had to put you through fucking hell, didn't it?

// tws ; lil bit of cursing, blood ; gn reader ; modern au, hanahaki au

a/n: OH MY GOD ANON YOURE LITERALLY THE SWEETEST ILYSM OMOGMOGO

i will be writing a part two to this.. soon enough :3

you couldn't do anything about this stupid disease anyways, so what was the point of even trying?

you heaved up clusters and clusters and clusters of ugly bright red petals, their sickly sweet scent making its way up to your nose. you felt so fucking nauseous and dizzy. the fragrant miasma of flowers overwhelmed you. you wanted to vomit or cry or die or anything but cough up these dumb stupid flowers.

the flowers flopped onto your floor--your newly polished floor-- ungracefully, covered in slick mucus and freshly coated in splatters of blood. they smeared the previously pristine tiling with blood, the iron stench of it mixing with the flowers and filling up the entire room. you just wanted the disease to kill you already. if it was going to either way, why make you suffer?

after what felt like hours and hours and hours and hours of coughing and heaving and choking, the flowers finally stopped fucking coming. you took shaky shallow breathes, trying to ground yourself.

your palms stung, and you looked down to realize you had been digging your nails into the palms of your hand almost strong enough to draw blood.

your gaze trailed up to the stupid fucking flowers.

upon closer inspection, you realized they were spider lilies. red ones.

his favorite flowers.

too bad you hated them.

--

his eyes were the same exact color of the flowers you had just coughed up.

blade sat two seats in front of you and one to the right, and whenever you saw him you couldn't help but wonder why you had fallen for him.

he was always so indifferent and cold. sure there might've been something warmer under his icy exterior, but you weren't the type of person to go dig through someone's cold attitude just to find out what they were actually like.

but some days you wished you knew what was under that cold front of his.

--

you were getting worse.

you'd barley come out of your room to stretch your legs or go to the bathroom or even eat.

the spider lilies were killing you from the inside out. of course you had to have hanahaki for someone who probably hated you, if he even knew you existed, that is.

and, on top of that, out of all flowers, the ones you coughed up had to be toxic.

if just hacking up the flowers was bad, the nausea they caused because of being toxic was worse. you couldn't even go five minutes without feeling abdominal pain and nausea.

ugh.

--

blade swallowed hard.

why did he feel like this? why did his heart beat so fast when this random ass person passed by?

he gritted his teeth.

"kafka," he grumbled, barley glancing in her direction.

kafka glanced up from her book, setting it down elegantly and tucking a strand of mauve hair behind her ear, adjusting the tinted glasses sitting atop her head in the process.

"yes, bladie?" she grinned a little, and blade could only groan in irritation.

"who's that?" he muttered, gesturing towards the person he had been thinking about earlier.

"why?" kafka mused. "you've never been interested in learning others' names before now. what's changed?"

"nothing," he muttered gruffly, crossing his arms across his chest. his ears felt hot and his heart was beating faster and he was getting butterflies and he didn't know why.

kafka grinned, eyes glinting with amusement.

"ooh, i think someone has a crush."

"no."

"okay, let's go talk to them then bladie."

"no!"

"why not? is it cause you like them?"

"..fine. let's go talk to them."

--

your head fell forward a little. another sleepless night of coughing up flowers didn't bring you any good.

suddenly, your eyes snapped open.

was that.. blade? walking towards you? with kafka?

no, it probably wasn't. you were probably just sleep deprived and hallucinating or something.

but then you smelt the strong and unmistakable scent of anise, too real to be your imagination.

[snomoscribbles]

Omg I discovered your page and I am LIVING this is amazing🙏

I would love to read a Nanui x pregnant omaticaya/avatar reader. I feel like he’d be ecstatic, like just so excited he’s even more clingy than usual.

Morning Reflection {THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST AND KIND WORDS AH!} AO3

The slow heat of the morning rouses you from a deep sleep, the sunlight lighting up the marui of you and your mate just enough to cover the space in a hazy glow. You blink slowly at the dust and sand drifting through the air, attempting to bring your hand up to wipe the sleep from your eyes. Attempting being the key word here. Because now that you're focus and awareness sharpens you find yourself pinned to the plush bedding by a very large Metkayina man laying over you, wide scarred hands cupping your swelling stomach while his teal dappled fingers trace your dark azure stripes. Though the lack of movement is a bother, you cant help but smile fondly, letting your head fall back a little so you can nuzzle your nose against Nanui's cheek to wake him. Even in his sleep he refused to release you.

"Yawne...this will not be comfortable for long..." You murmur softly against the skin of his cheek. He grumbles, shoving his face into the crook of your neck to hide from the morning sun, curling around you and humming low and drowsy into your skin. "Then stay here until it is no longer comfortable and I will move, Ma'Paskalin." You can feel his pout against your shoulder, laughing softly and resting your hands over his, lightly dragging your fingertips up the smooth forearms of your lover to feel him shutter sleepily. Nanui had always been tactile. The large craftsman loves loudly and without shame, taking every opportunity to hold you and press sweet kisses and compliments to your lips. You didn't realize what it was to be loved so boldly until you had started courting him. If you thought that was a bit much however, you were completely unprepared for the amount of cuddles and touches and unreserved doting it took to appease the man now that you were pregnant with his child. He was determined to coddle you and you weren't going to deny him. Not when it meant seeing him looking up at you with awe and adoration in his eyes as he ran his hands over the growing swell of your abdomen. Or the soft pleasant kisses and whispers littered across your skin, following your freckles and stripes in reverent patterns. Or the way he helped you sit and stand when it started to affect your balance, catching whatever fish or foraging for whatever odd fruit you had started to crave on behalf of your demanding child. There was no time of day he would deny a request. That part was normal. But the amount of said request had grown so dramatically. Ask him to go catch a fish you had been thinking of? Sure. He'd bring back a couple for the two of you to cook and enjoy. But now that you craved it and would get pouty when it wasn't received? He would be gone for hours just to bring back as many as he could carry, sharing what you didn't eat with the village. But given the mans size, What he could carry was no small undertaking. You smile softly at the thought, turning your head to bite playfully at the metkayinas ear, minding your sharper canines. "The time is now, Nanui. You are very warm." You could feel yourself start to sweat a little, the morning sun and the heat of the large man a bit much for you with your current sensitivities. Nanui let out the biggest sigh he could muster, letting out a small yelp of protest when you bite him and pulling his head from your neck to get away from your nipping teeth. "I was moving, must you bite me?" He pouted, butting his forehead against yours affectionately as his hand pull back a little to rest on your sides, the large fingers of the weaver still spanning from your hip to just above your waist. You sigh in pleasure as more skin can breath, not covered and smothered by your mates grip and cooling you by a good bit. "No. I do not need to. But I wish to. You are very bite-able, my love."

Nanui laughed, letting his head fall back with the deep delighted sound, his dark inky curls now loose from their usual bun spilling over his shoulders. Your eyes fall to the courting necklace of your own design and the tattoos tracing the cords of his throat. Very bite-able indeed. The teal craftsman leans forward once he's gotten through his abrupt laughter, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder. He speaks a gentle morning greeting into your skin, the piercing of his lower lip spelling his words against you. "How are we feeling this morning, my home?" You trace a hand down your own stomach with a thoughtful hum.

"I do not wish to eat yet, because it will not stay down, but aside from some ache, all is well." "Where do you ache?" He questions softly with a frown, sitting up a little more as if the mention of discomfort offends him. Oh no. "It is not that bad. I just need to stretch." "That is not what I asked." You cant help the wheezing laugh at leaves you and you accept your fate. "My lower back is stiff." Large talented hands slide down your sides, calloused thumbs pressing into the muscles in the arch of your back, pushing and spreading them until the ache is gone and warmth is spreading from the slow dedicated touches.

You cant help sighing in pleasure, relaxing into your mate, who lets you rest against his chest and melt into the comfort of his affection. He hums softly, letting his hands slide forward to hold your stomach once again, pressing a kiss to the back of your neck. "Better, Ma'paskalin?" You sigh softly, "Yes, yawne. Much better. thank you." He smiles softly, nuzzling the patch of skin gently with a chuckle that rumbles his chest and sends a comforting vibration through you. "For you? Anything."

[voidzphere]

like i would love to frame your art, it's just so pretty <3

[bubvy]

deopping by to say i really like ur artstyle its very unique and it makes me happy when i see it :D

[sketchy-tour]

A sneak peek for my next fanart-

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[unriding]

the sweetest retriever and her shadow guard crow 🐦‍⬛

[reginamillls]

Your trademark is having the cutest fluffiest boy and also very correct opinions on Mr. Kinard and his beloved

what is my trademark ���️ ?

[stunie]

i was the one who requested the passing out during sex thing with ume- i’m a dirty whore i know 😰

LET ME JUST SAY OMG ENDO?!!?!?!?!?!? WHEN I TOLD U I SCREAMED WHEN I READ THAT!!! I WAS GOING FERALLLLLL. i need an endo in my life, you wrote it so good 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫. can’t wait for the ume one <3

- honey 🍯

and now we are moots. so you!!! you are the culprit!!! please know i was freaking out over that ask. that was insane. ur original ask and ume r in my drafts rn 🥺

[dollywons]

how are you so talented?? literally everything you've made is such a masterpiece, like to the point where i'd srsly beg for a kpop entertainment co. to hire you so you could design their stuff. you're so incredibly talented and sweet and angelic, you're my favorite blog, ily <333

OH THIS IS SO SO SWEET THANK YOU SO SO MUCH THIS MADE MY DAY ♡︎♡︎♡︎ SO HONORED TO BE CALLED YOUR FAVORITE BLOG AND IM GLAD YOU ENJOY MY WORK TYSM AND ILY TOO!!! ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

[hersurvival]

holy shiz. your poetry/works are so powerful. keep writing!!

Wowowow thank you!!

Trust me, I get anxious when I'm too busy to write, I can't stop now!

[feral-goblin-kid]

You’re pret ty y

[shinjisdone]

Just wanted to say i get excited anytime you post.The way you write the characters in depth and pay attention to detail is unbelievable. I hope your future is just how you want it to be because you seem like a wonderful person!

Keep up the good work and have a wonderful day! 💕💕✨💕✨✨💕

teheee thank you (˘‿˘ʃƪ)

for the depth and attention to detail the both of us can thank my obsession, hyperfixated thoughts at 3AM and keeping characters (thorfinn) trapped and imprisoned inside my mind with no way out <3

its also very honoring to know you get excited about my brainrot and silly posts teehee

ಥ‿ಥ the future is smth i've been thinking about a lot lately and I do hope so too! Thank you so much and I wish you that as well!

[chilling-seavey]

Emily you’re so pretty!!! And the dress looks nice on you and it was worth the $100 hahahaha and I TOTALLY SHIP YOU WITH GEORGE!!!!! 🥹🥹 I can see you walking hand in hand with Georgie in the streets of Monaco!!! 🤍🤍

GIRL STOP (but don't) I'LL CRY - did you take a lesson on how to speak my love language or something??? My goodness me! Got me giggling twirling my hair over here for REAL

THANK YOU 😭🤍

[the-deadly-donut]

I love the your profile 😚

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