#Burried Treasure

[redcherrykook]

── ‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ well rounded - big tits!reader x boobie obessed Jk request

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content: cockwarming, nipple play, tit play

note from cherry: sorry this is so short anonie who requested, i had no idea what to write 😭🖤 ily!!

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Another skimpy outfit laying on your bed when you finally come home from work

Recently, your boyfriend has shown an increased interest in paying attention to your chest,

Buying you little tank tops in the thinest materials, see through lace bras in pastels,

Much like the one laying on your bed right now

Not that you mind, having felt insecure about your larger chest, it feels good to have your man treasure it

You smile while putting on the white lacy tank top, round, heavy breasts on full display, your hardened nipple already brushing against the fabric

Jungkook jumps to open the door to his office when he hears you knock,

"Hey angel" he greets, wrapping his strong arms around your waist,

"Hi baby" you greet back, savoring his lips in a sweet kiss,

He kisses back, "tired?" he asks, resting his forhead on yours

"Mhm.. this top is cute by the way"

His brown eyes flicker down to your breasts, covered in the thin material, he sucks in a breath, immediately moving his hands to cup your chest

"So fucking pretty" he groans, starting to toy with the fat spilling from beneath his fingers, squeezing it with greedy, firm hands

You moan lowly, tipping his head up slightly so he'd move his gaze to yours,

"Thank you kook" you say, smiling tiredly

He responds by giving you a soft kiss,

"Let's go to bed ma, you're so sleepy" his raspy whisper is enough to make you do whatever he wants, laying down comfortably in the soft sheets,

He wraps around you from the side, kissing sweetly up your neck to your ear, his lips softly grazing the skin, hands already moving up to caress your sides,

"let me spoil you pretty, just relax for me" he whispers, slipping his hands under the flimsy top, large palms taking in as much as he can, rounding them upwards

You hum, closing your eyes and relishing in the feeling of his touch, your own hands running down his back

"feels so nice kook.. but, i think i'm too tired for sex" you admit, almost falling asleep at the relaxing feeling of his hands making you feel good, thumbs now rolling over your stiff nipples, pressing on them, rolling them between his fingers

"Don't worry baby, don't feel pressured. Want me to stop?" he asks, halting his hands momentairly and kissing your cheek softly, his eyes shining with sincerity

You give him a lazy giggle, running your hand through his raven hair,

"Nooo feels so nice.. can you put it in please? Just wanna feel you a little longer"

he moans softly at your suggestion, immediately ridding himself of his pants and boxers, pulling your panties to the side and slipping his thick length into your needy heat,

He fills you up so good, resting comfortably inside of your warmth

"There you go ma, just close your eyes pretty, gonna make you relax" his voice is low and soothing, dancing along the skin of your chest, his lips moving over the material to lick at your nipples, lapping at them before lifting your top entirely

His hands cup your chest again, pushing then upwards and using his tongue to lick soft, slow strokes along your nipples

You're sighing, moaning quietly in pleasure and relaxation

He tugs on them gently, rolling it on his tongue and switching to the other side,

"thank you sweetheart" you tell him, stroking his cheek while he looks up from your chest, one breast still in his sweet mouth, lips wrapped around you

"mhmm 'course pretty.. your tits are so perfect, so pretty.. could suck them forever" he whispers, burrying his face in between your boobs, licking the slit while he presses both to his face,

You giggle when he comes back up, kissing his nose,

"You're so cute",

He smiles, nuzzling his nose to yours,

"Careful baby, you're the cute one" he shifts, his cock throbbing inside of you,

"nhhm.. lets sleep.. or i'll tire myself out" you yawn, he agrees, kissing your lips one last time before dirfting off to sleep,

Still holding on your boob with one hand

[mt1820today]

Revealing the Buried Treasures of the Temple Mount

[sageofjustice]

Being transformed into a male Viera amplified his hunting abilities further beyond his original skills when he was in his world, his man can hunt wild animals without much need of gear, his claws and sharp , and with a combination of brute force can very well rip and tear He keeps his claws trimmed however due to them being a hazard , he is kind of a weird viera man... a fake one with strange abilities but still a viera on papers

[thegnomelord]

I have had a thought.

What if dragons purr when you rub their horns..

Dragon!Price x Gaz and/or Nikolai,,,

Hehdhehehe

Hmmm, I don't usually write character x character but i'll give it a try so tell me if this sucks lol

CW: SFW, Price x Gaz, horn rubbing, purring, monster cod au, soft short and sweet. 1224 words. Cross posted to Ao3

Kyle is a good soldier. Strong. Competent. Reliable. Though the fears of losing him on every mission still linger, they're eased by the fact that Price never has to worry that his sergeant will stumble in those crucial moments when a second of hesitation can be the difference between life and death. Never has to worry that his Gaz will think of himself as expendable and rush into the hailstorm of bullets. . .

Kyle is also a menace.

Especially when he's perched on his desk and giving John the most pathetic puppy dog eyes he's ever seen. "Please, captain, just one time?" The imp of a harpy even has the gall to flutter his eyes, looking at him through his lashes because he knows how the light of the setting sun hits his eyes juuuust right to make the brown glitter like gold and amber jewels.

"Kyle." Price stresses. This really isn't the time to indulge his sergeant's need for mischief when he's got a week's worth of backlogged paperwork to go through.

"Sir." Kyle throws his tone back at him, but the way the word rolls off his tongue and he adds the smallest chirp to the end of it makes something inside him stir. "Come on mate, I promise it'll only take five minutes." Kyle's wings spread out so he can display the shininess of his feathers - peacocking transcends species it seems - the mundane dark color turned to that of rich obsidian by the sun.

"It never takes just 'five minutes'." He tries to argue, but the usual commanding rumble in his voice is gone. Price knows he's fighting a losing battle from the way his fingers itch for him to burry them into the smooth feathers and preen Kyle's wings until his treasure croons.

Kyle knows this. He's unable to hide the arrogant look in his eyes when he bites his bottom lip and leans back, muscles tensing, because he knows how such a display of his body will make John's eyes automatically roam across his hard earned muscles. "Pretty please." Kyle says, tail feathers gently twitching side to side.

Both of them know Price never stood a chance.

"That was dirty." John sighs, dejected by his own weakness. The distance between them is small, but Price purposely takes slow steps. Kyle eagerly scoots back on the desk and spreads his legs for John to fit between, hands raising to hold his biceps as Price braces his palms against the desk next to Kyle's hips.

Kyle snorts. "As if you've never stooped lower cap." He spreads his wings to wrap around Price, soft feathered wing wrists bumping against his back.

John just growls lowly in response. He doesn't resist his body's natural desire to reciprocate, to reaffirm the claim over his hoard. The atrophied muscles on his right side still ache with phantom pain after all this time, but that doesn't stop him from wrapping his one remaining wing around Kyle. The combination of their wings acts as a shroud from the rest of the world, soft feathers brushing against his green scales and their scents mixing together.

Price treasures these little moments.

The peace only lasts for a few seconds before Kyle ruins it with a grin. "Now come on, give me your horns." He says, not even bothering for Price to tilt his head before Kyle's clever fingers rise up his arms to cup his face, inching closer to where his horns grow out of his skull.

Price promises to himself to hunt down and shoot whichever wanker posted the '101 ways to make a dragon purr like a kitty' on the internet. Ever since Kyle found that blasted instruction manual he's been trying to go through the entire list to verify the information. Price had seen the article in question and had nearly choked when he'd read that the author thought pulling on a dragon's tail could get them any other reaction than an immediate bisection—

Kyle's impatient fingers still just enough to gently scratch the bumpy base of his scalp around the horns. It tingles, and Price isn't able to tell if the tingling sensation is of the good kind or a bad. A small sound rolls from his throat, but that doesn't satisfy Kyle.

"Come on John, sing for me." Kyle repeats the words Price tells him when he's preening him, voice light and just at the edge of taunting. Keeping one hand around his base, Kyle slides the palm of his other hand up the hard bone until he reaches the natural curve of Price's horn. He squeezes gently and moves his hand like he's jerking him off.

"O-oh." Price is grateful he's bracing against the desk because his legs go weak. The sensation of his palm and the pressure of his hand is neither good nor bad, just unfiltered feeling that his brain can't even begin to handle, so it shoots it down his spine like lightning. The buzz of sensation catches on every vertebra and makes his wing quiver, forces his tail to wag like he's some lost puppy.

"Not what I was expecting." Kyle confesses. Price can't see the surprise and wonder on his face as John's eyes close automatically. His head tips forward to rest his forehead on Gaz's chest, brawny biceps tensing to just support his weight and claws digging into the desk with enough force to tear through the wood.

Kyle moves his hands so he's holding Price's horns in both hands. The pale green horns are smooth under his palms besides the occasional scratch or chip in them. Kyle moves his hands with slowly and methodically, changing the pressure he uses on every stroke and paying special attention to the sharp tips of his horns.

That's all it takes to turn John's chest into an geriatric engine. Price manages to groan and mumble a curse under his breath before the only sound leaving his lips is the deep baritone purr. There's no way of stopping it; If Price was in a better mind he would question why the gentle stroking of his horns has him feeling like a puddle of goo but his brain is completely fried from the sensation.

Kyle has heard him purr before but this is different. All the other times his purrs would always be throaty and quiet. Now it feels like the sound is coming straight from the bottom of his chest and, fuck, Kyle can feel it, feel the rumble shake his ribs and the desk beneath him. The sound is loud and unpolished and so raw Gaz feels naked just hearing it.

Kyle can feel his heard beating a mile a minute, his surprise making his hands still just long enough for Price to look up at him. Kyle could die happy after seeing how fucked out Price looks — pupils dilated to the size of plates, panting, red faced, so open and unguarded. Comfortable. With him.

"You've been holding out on me John." Kyle smiles softly, starting to stroke his horns again.

Price purrs even louder, his tail curling around Kyle's leg, managing to pull the claws of one hand from the desk to grip Kyle's thigh and pull him closer, draconic hind-brain desperately seeking to get more of that gluttonous pleasure from Kyle's hands.

Safe to say they take longer than five minutes.

[sol-consort]

What hugging the alien races in Mass Effect feels like

[ Pt.One - Pt.Two - Pt.Three - Pt.Four - Pt.Five ]

Part Two: Krogan

Rough exterior, three heartbeats.

You could still feel the jagged edges and blunt spikes of his skin through the various padding the armour provided. His body runs hot, blood pumping at a fast pace as his lungs work relentlessly.

The krogan's arms don't reach the whole way around you. You'd have to fully press your body against his own and get very intimate in order for his arms to burry you deeper.

Otherwise, a polite hug will end up feeling awkward and uncomfortable at best. He's taller, but his face is low enough to meet yours. Body hard and bigger than anything you've held before.

It's you who has to make use of the human flexibility in order to wrap yourself around him and find a place in his embrace.

He jokes about it at the start, like any person attempting to play it cool whilst treading unmapped territory.

People don't hug krogans. They sleep with them, fight them, and wrestle.

But never a hug, never something so soft.

You guide him through it, teach him where to rest his head beside your neck. Lowering his hands to hold you below your rib cage so he may squeeze as he likes without risking a bone fracture. There's a tremble to his fingers, a shortness to his breath. He joked about accidentally crushing you at the start, but now you can see that he truly dreads hurting you by accident. Meeting your kind softness with pain due to his overeagerness.

Listening to your singular heartbeat puts him on edge, making him anxious. The realisation of how fragile you are, how you only have one heart, and when it breaks, it's really over.

He holds you tighter, as if he could trick your body into taking one of his many hearts, just to ensure your safety. Giving you a lifeline if his fears came true.

As long as he lived, he would not let it come true. One of his hearts will beat for you, fight your fights, win your wars, treasure your hugs.

You pull away first when your legs start to go numb from standing for so long. He reluctantly let's go. There is a glimmer in his eyes.

[knucklesnendo]

Thought I found some treasure. Maybe something burried deep by the ancient peoples of this island. A momento from the past? Nope. It was a ring that somehow got buried. I'm not sure how. it looked almost intentional. Maybe a Ricky or something buried it. They're always up to something. Anyways. Keepin' the ring. Could come in handy later!

- Knuckles the Investor

[sugashook]

fuzzy, soft, small, pink, delicate, very beautiful and easy to miss. stede found ed's heart. it's a small little thing. but stede is trying to show off how incredible and special of a heart it is.

ed and lucius (lucius who represents stedes sensitivities) aren't impressed.

it's not even the point of the trip, they just found it on accident.

and after ed thinking it's kinda cool, he fights a bug and has an emotional fit. but stede holds the little bug(heart) steady! ed checks it out, but doesn't get it back so that means stede is holding ed's little delicate sensitivities and his little heart (so tiny it can only fit one person inside it).

they move on and find the treasure they've been looking for, burried under the roots of jim's dead's family tree. it's just a rock :(

but ed takes it sees something more in it, he pours water on it (i think ed represents the sea/water so it's like he's literally pouring himself on his heart) and he sees and tells everyone there's something more to this rock. the old tree(stede and his family) has some fruit to give after all. a petrified orange.

(stede also represents the land so hes perhaps washing stede off his heart and washing him with his essence its the fruit of stedes land like stedes heart but only love and ed could figure out what it really is)

in spite fear, and anxiety stede's heart grew stronger. while the opposite effect took place with ed's heart, it probably grew weaker!

but stede doesn't want to give it to jim or anyone and he keeps it for himself, he won't give it to ed until s2.

stede's heart is strong, once its cut in two it shows the glistening gems formed inside. so once he's able to give half his heart to his kids and half his heart to ed he is able to see his heart's full beauty. the beauty wasn't in keeping the petrified orange it was in sharing it with the ones he loves the most. :-)

[twinki3zs]

Fanfic Idea!!

In continuation to the Time Crapsules episode, imagine Nikki accidentally finding another time capsule while digging in the dirt.

She takes it to Max and Neil—who are in the activities filed with David, Gwen, CJ, and the other campers—saying that she found “burried treasure.” Max and Neil see a name on the side of the box,

“Darla”

David recognizes that name, but not before they opened the box to find a note. Neil reads it out loud.

“Dear future counselors or campers, today is July 3rd of the year 2002. We created an activity where both the staff and the campers get to fill box’s with memorable items of their childhood and bury it to find it years later. Instead, as a way to commemorate my memories at Camp Campbell, I decided to fill my capsule with a video tape camera filled with videos of me and my co-counselors current campers. I’ve been taking videos since the second day of summer camp to help remember all the wonderful memories. Feel free to watch the staff and the campers grow throughout the summer!

Have a great summer, and Campe Diem!”

The campers manage to convince David to watch it, but David seemed nervous for some reason. Preston and Neil managed to find a way to play it on the projector of Preston’s stage.

They play the tapes to see 2002 quality videos of the old campers. Clips of them doing activities, eating lunch, the camp fire, until it started to play a clip of Campbell. He was simply explaining an activity when all of a sudden, a voice yelled from the crowd.

Present David gripped his seat and gulped, remembering that day. The present campers are shocked to see young Davey spitting fire at Campbell and flipping off the other two counselors.

Soon, as the campers keep watching, they realize just how similar young Davey was to Max.

[just-shower-thoughts]

The idea that pirates burried their treasure probably started when one pirate lied about how much treasure he stole and another pirate asked to see it.

[quillpokebiology]

not sure if this has already been asked, but got any interesting facts on the Yamask line?

I've done Cofagrigus, but I haven't done Yamask.

Also, I just want to state for legal and misinformation reasons: Yamask being a human in their past life isn't proven! While there is a lot of evidence, and I am a personal believer of this theory, there is still much debate amongst researchers, and they very much could just be regular, non-dead human, pokemon!

Yamask Facts

-The scientific name for Yamask is "Arcanum Aqrquivae" which roughly translates to "Mysterious Mask Who"

-My mam goes into more in her post, but Yamask originated in a region east of Paldea and were originally called "šwbt" by the people that live there. Ancient Yamask were more bird-like and a lot of texts back then state that they always appeared after someone died

-While many ghost types are stereotyped as liking night, and cofagrigus prefer night, Yamask are actually diurnal and thrive in the hot desert sunlight

-Yamask like to eat gold nuggets for food (this diet makes them unpopular with treasure hunters). Galarian Yamask prefer to eat stones

-Yamask's only object they retain from their former life is the mask of their face. Because of this, their masks are very important to them. They can get very possessive of their masks and may even lash out at their trainers if the mask is touched by them, but it is important to know that this is not a behavioir issue. How would you feel if someone touched your most beloved object?

-There are efforts to match up Yamask with the person they used to be when they were alive, and there are entire facilities dedicated to analyzing the mask and pairing them up with deceased bodies who were reported to have a Yamask appear after their death. I recommend calling these facilities as it can help your Yamask feel better to remember who they were in life

-Before evolving, Yamask will let go of their mask. This is a very good thing, as it means they can finally move on

-Yamask are very bird-like in their appearance and do follow similar bird biology. For starters, Yamask have hollow bones, a cloaca, and their arms resemble wings, and very thin feathers

-While there is no way to tell the sex of s Yamask just by looking at their body, you can sometimes tell depending on weather the mask looks more feminine or more masculine

-Yamask have incredibly long life spans, with the oldest Yamask being estimated to be around 1,000 years old. She is Galarian Yamask living in a facility in Hammerlocke, and her name is Agrona. The second oldest Yamask is a Unovan Yamask named Osiris, being estimated to be around 950 years old. He lives in a facility in Unova

-There are many myths revolving around Yamask's mask. Some myths say that taking the mask will curse you and your descendants, some believe that taking a Yamask's life will give you a longer life, and some say that taking a Yamask's mask and wearing it will show you the Yamask's former life. There are reports of all phenomenas happening, however, there is still some skepticism

-When discovering ancient tombs, researchers will often find hoards of Yamask there, almost always having an even ratio between bodies and Yamask. While it's hard to tell due to decay, the masks the Yamask have very often vaguely look like the people burried

-While it depends on the Yamask, most Yamask do not enjoy being alone and will travel in groups

-(Unovan) Yamask's cry sounds like a wailing human. I've listened to it before, and it's not as scary as you think. It sounds more... sad and painful. Listening to it made me feel sad. Galarian Yamask's cry sounds a lot less mournful

[rykno-j]

Phonecall (j/jk)

Summary: Like the title suggests, G/ojo makes a call for help. From who? N/anami. OR G/ojo calling N/anami to bring shit over for his cold

Ship: n/anag/o? it's up to interpretation

Notes: Tried to write a snz > plot fic for once. N/anami calls G/ojo "G/ojo-s/an" in the anime/manga so I'll probably retain that. I'm kinda proud of this one, ahh- (like the angst parts only) Oh right there's some angsty parts but it's pretty mild.. I think.. like there's more fluffy & snz parts..

Actually wrote this whole thing in 1 sitting. Imagine that.

2.7k words.

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"..Hh-hH'!! hAH'ZZDcHh!! hA'DzcHH!!"

Fuck. Those were the roughest he's had for today.

Gojo stares burry at his ceiling. The fan in the middle has 3 blades. If Gojo didn't know better, he'd say there were 5 instead.

His head hurt, everything hurt. He was sure he was sweating, but everything felt so cold.

..Must be a side effect from the fever, then.

Gojo sighed. It's been awhile since.. since-

"..hiH'tcHH!! haH'zZdchH!!"

-Since he had fallen sick. The last time.. the last time he had fallen sick..

It was only bearable because someone had been there.

Of course.

Gojo turns over to his table, the action taking up most of his energy. With what little he had left, Gojo reaches clumsily for his phone. It almost slips out of his trembling fingers as he flips it open.

The brightness from the screen stung his eyes, causing him to turn to the side to muffle a fit of photic sneezes into the back of his palm.

At least.. at least those didn't ruin this throat as much as-

"..heH'EshH'iww!! ..snff-!"

-As those did.

All the sweating he was doing now was probably due to his fever breaking, but Gojo wasn't so sure.

His brain loved to overheat, and while he would gladly heal any damage done to it with his reversed cursed technique, he was pretty sure this damned cold did not count as an injury.

How unfortunate.

He ate the last of his fever medicine 5 hours ago.

How unfortunate.

Although he was never one to back down from a challenge, even Gojo knew he would never make it further than the front door, if he could even manage to stumble out of his room.

"..hih'tchh!! hAH'DzcHh!! ..hH'!! ..haah.. ..snff-!! hh.."

Great. It's stuck. His body must straight up hate him.

In all honesty, Gojo figures that he deserves it. Who was it again? That said his body would give in if he didn't get enough sleep?

Right.. it was Nanami..

Nanami..

Nanamin!

Squinting at his phone screen, Gojo selects the 'contacts' option on his phone. He slowly scrolls down to the 'N' section, eyes gazing over a few painful contact names that he had yet to delete.

Even after all this time, he still couldn't just let go.

His finger hovers over the call button of Nanami's contact. Would he pick up? It's his off day after all. He knows how much Nanami treasures those.

Small breathers from the hectic world of Jujutsu. In fact, 'hectic' was putting it lightly.

Well, it's not like he was ringing Nanami up for anything stupid, like he normally does. Though, with that being said, this would count as something utterly stupid.

Nevermind that.

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Stepping out of the bakery, Nanami feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Stopping in his tracks, he pulls it out, scowling at the name that appeared.

What did that annoyance (affectionate) want this time?

He lets a few more rings pass before picking it up, expecting to hear Gojo's obnoxious voice seep through the phone, no doubt to ask him out on another infuriating shopping trip.

Instead, he was met with silence.

Sensing that something was wrong, Nanami made his way to a more secluded area. Was there trouble?

"Gojo-san? Are you there?"

Nanami listens to the other side of the line carefully. But all he hears is soft, even breathing.

"..Gojo-san."

The breathing slowly turns into the sound of ruffling cloth, before a small string of inaudible mumbles could be heard.

"Nanamiin..?"

Nanami felt a pulse in his head. Seriously. Did he just wake up or something?

"..You called me?"

"I did..? Oh.. right I.. I dihH-..G'xxt!! ..did, didn't I? ..ahh, wait.. let me remembHh'!! ..h'NgxXt!! hh-G'nt!! ..aggnh, Nanamin I'm s' srry, haah-"

Instead of replying, Nanami's eyebrows furrowed. That voice was definitely Gojo's, but just what was he blabbing on about?

And those sudden, breathy sounds, punctuated by.. a weird, heavy noise. What were those?

"Are you okay?"

"Mm, no. Not really. Actually.. Nanaminn, can you come over?"

"No."

"..P-G'nXt!! ..Please?"

"I'm not falling for your tricks again."

"N-No tricks.. Nanamiin, pleease.."

Nanami sighs, wondering why he even decided to go back as a teacher in the first place. Why didn't he just delete Gojo's contact all those years ago?

"Fine."

"Yaay, Nanamin!!"

Nanami sighs again (he does this a lot when he's dealing with Gojo), finger reaching over to end the call when-

"Naanaminn, can you also bring some fever medicine overr? I.. ran out."

Fever medicine?

He opens his mouth to ask about that, but was only met with the monotonous beep of an ended line.

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The phone slips out of his fingers, dropping onto the floor with a thud that thankfully sounded like the item didn't crack into pieces.

All he had to do now was wait.. huh.

Gojo felt his eyelids slide shut. He tried to force them open to no avail. Seriously.. when was the last time he felt this bad?

..It was probably way back then, when he had gotten stabbed through his neck down to his knees, left bleeding out on the ground.

His eyes slowly slid shut, plunging him into darkness.

Darkness..

...

..Satoru-

..Satoru-!

Gojo suddenly jolts awake, the sudden movement sending him curled into himself with a fit of coughing, the scene that woke him up from his nightmare still dancing behind his eyelids.

..10 years.. or was it 11? 12? How long has it been since that day? How long has it been since he was last shook awake from a similar nightmare, tears streaming down his eyes, unstoppable?

Seriously.. this fever might just prove to be more of a nuisance than he originally gave credit to.

Lost in his thoughts, Gojo barely managed to register the sound of his front door opening. Even in his tired state, his body unconsciously prepared to fight, a thin layer of Infinity forming around himself.

"Gojo-san?"

With a weary smile, Gojo dropped his defenses. He recognised that voice anywhere.

"You left your front door unlocked." Nanami sounded pissed off. No matter, the most important part was that he came. He came..

"Ahh.. did I?"

"I'm serious. What if someone had broken in?"

Gojo felt himself relax as the shadow of Nanami's form stretched pass his doorway. "Nobody would do such a thing.. I'm sure. To non.. s-sorcerers, I'm a nobody. And n-nobody else knows I live hhH'!! ..here. Except you."

"That's not an excuse."

"Lighten upp, Nanamiin, I'm fiiine. Anywayy, I'm so glad you camee- I was convinced you would've ignored me for goood."

"..."

Based on the scene in front of his eyes, Nanami could easily conclude that Gojo was, indeed, not fine. Not in the slightest.

But even he knew it was futile to argue with the other, even in the.. state he was currently in.

"..Hh-G'nX'cthh!! ..hiH'gnXshh'!!"

"Bless you." Nanami sighed. So those sounds over the phone were sneezes, then.

Gojo removed the fingers pinching his nose, waving them dismissively.

"I'm fhH'!! ..fine, don't worhH'!! ..worr'hH-!! ..hiH'gx-ShHe'w!!"

Nanami found himself wincing at the effort it seemed to take Gojo to keep those quiet.

Seriously, of all the people he knew, including those he used to know, Gojo was never one to stifle.. unlike-

"Na-na-min! Did you bring what I asked for?"

"..Mm. Fever medicine, right?"

"Ahh- thank youu!! How much do I owe y-you?"

"Consider this a gift."

"How kind!"

Nanami stares, unbelieving, frozen by the doorway. Despite his distance away from the bed, he could clearly see how badly Gojo was faring. The disheveled hair, reddish hue surrounding his cheeks and nose, the fact he was lying down instead of bouncing around the room.

Why? Why was he always trying so hard to seem fine? Even after all this time, why?

Finally making his way inside, Nanami drops the plastic bag into Gojo's open palm.

"..Oh..You bought the solid kind."

"Huh?"

Gojo slowly removes the box, shaking it in the air. "..Solid.. pills."

"Yes." Was the fever messing with Gojo's brain? What was he asking?

Nanami watches as a pout forms on the other's face. It would have been quite comical, if not given the current circumstances.

"Nanamiin, I can't swallow pills that are this big, remember? Liquid.. do you have liquid ones?"

Ah.. right. Nanami remembers having this conversation with someone before, about how Gojo couldn't take solid medicine to save his life. He remembers the conversation, from ages ago. The conversation with.. with-

"I'll get water for you." Nanami turns to leave, shaking the image of that Someone out of his mind.

"Ah- Nanamin! Wait!"

Nanami found himself freezing at the sudden desperation in Gojo's voice. The tone of a scared child. When was the last time he heard that sound come from the other..?

"What is it?" His own tone softened, a subconscious reaction.

"..Don't go, please."

Once again, Nanami finds himself speechless. A few seconds pass, before Gojo cleared his throat, eyes looking everywhere except where the other was standing. Embarrassment?

"..Sorry.. I- that- that came out by itself, haha-"

Nanami sighs. Through all the years they had known each other, Gojo had always been an easy read due to his expressiveness. Although.. there were some people could read him better than others.

Nanami was one of these people. Possibly one of the few that were left, at that. It was to be expected, especially since the two of them were all each other had years ago.

Turning back to face the bed, Nanami shrugs off his coat, gently pressing it into the mattress next to Gojo's head.

"Mm.?" Gojo looked up at him, confused.

"..Look after this for me, I'll be right back."

"Ah, of course."

Turning to leave the room once again, Nanami was met with no sounds of displeasure this time.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Gojo's fingers wrap tightly around his coat, watched as Gojo brought the article into his chest, face buried into its collar.

Nanami felt his eyes soften at the sight. Even after all these years, Gojo never really grew up.

He was still the senior that greeted Nanami with that stupid smile on the first day of school, the friend who had comforted him when he was crying his eyes out, the friend who needed the comfort when it was his turn to cry his eyes out, and now the colleague who loved his students more than words could describe.

All of that put into the shivering body on the lonely bed.

"..heh'shHEiw!! hiH'gSsH'iww!! hH'!! ..snff- hH'dZzchH!!"

The corridor was quiet, Nanami could hear every little sound coming from the bedroom. Gojo must've thought he was in the kitchen by now, judging by how he was no longer stifling.

..How considerate.

"hiH'dzZch'iww!! ..H'tchh! aH'ngsHE'iw!!"

Nanami decides that he would grab a box of tissues from the living room. He doubts that Gojo even had any in his room.

Honestly.. his level of self care was off the charts at times. There was only so much his technique could heal. Cuts, bruises, fractures. Not colds, not fevers, not broken hearts.

That's what Nanami was there for.

It was decided then. He would stay over until Gojo was back on his feet. Nodding to himself, Nanami reaches for a cup, filling it with water.

He should probably leave for a grocery run after Gojo goes to sleep. He wonders if the other had even eaten a bite after this had started.

Probably not.

"..h'gShHE'iww!! hAH'dZzcHH!! snff- g'tchh! 'tchh! 'zztch! h'gtch!!"

As Nanami approached the room, the fits of sneezes progressively got clearer and clearer. The last couple sounded itchy, he noted.

Like Gojo's photic fits.

He remembers the first time he witnessed one, remembers the tears that gathered at the edge of Gojo's eyes under the sun.

He remembers that period of time years ago where Gojo would always misplace his sunglasses.

Before that, it never used to be a problem, since a Someone would always be there to make sure he didn't lose them, to make sure they were always covering his sensitive eyes.

After that Someone was erased from their lives, Nanami took over. He was the one that gave Gojo the idea of wearing a blindfold instead.

..Perhaps 'erased' was a little too strong of an expression. 'Slipped' would have been a better word.

He slipped from both their lives, both of them did.

"Gojo-san.?"

Nanami peeks into the room, the sight in front of him tugging at his heart.

Gojo had curled even his legs up to his chest, the long coat tangled between his limbs. There was a small, damp patch on the collar of the clothing right below where Gojo's nose was.

Nanami found himself not caring too much about that fact. He was just glad. Glad that he was able to provide the other with some comfort.

People often forgot that Gojo was human too. Despite how he was extremely immature and smiling all the time, Nanami didn't know of another who went through as much pain as he did.

Sometimes, it was almost like Gojo himself too, forgot that he had limits.

"Ahh- Nanamin.. welcome back!"

You don't have to force yourself to sound so cheery all the time.

"I'm sorry I made such a fuss just now, you did nothing wrong."

You don't have to apologise for anything.

"I owe you one."

No. Nanami presses the cup gently to Gojo's lips. You don't owe me anything. It was my pleasure.

When Gojo struggled to get the pills down, Nanami stayed by his side, rubbing comforting circles into his back.

He didn't know what else to do, what else to say.

Nanami stares into Gojo's dull blue eyes, the colour muted due to his fever. He remembers the last time Gojo's eyes wore a similar shade. He remembers not knowing what to do then as well, except to stay by Gojo's side.

"I'm really glad you came, Nanamin."

Maybe this was all Gojo needed after all, someone to support him. Maybe this was enough.

"Thank youu-"

Nanami hummed in reply, setting the cup down as Gojo dissolved into another small coughing fit.

"You're welcome."

"Juice would have been better t-thouhH'!! ..hih'G'Nxt!! 'NgxXt!! ..snff-"

Instead of biting back with a quick "the only thing you have in your kitchen is coffee and sugar cubes", Nanami pulled a tissue out of the box, pressing it to Gojo's nose softly.

"N-anamin?! I.. I can..hH'!! ..do that myself-"

"I'll let go if you promise to stop stifling."

"Hah? What do you mhH'!! hIH'KsShh'iw!! ..snff- heH'DzZtchH!! ..fuck. I'm so sorry-"

Nanami gently wiped the edge of Gojo's nose before pulling the tissue away, replacing it with a fresh one.

"W-Wait.. NahH'!! ..Nanamin-! Be carfhH-!"

Turning as far away from Nanami as he could in their current position, Gojo clasps a shaky hand over the one on his nose, his breath hitching desperately.

"..N'GsHH'iww!! hIH'tCHH-w!! hH'!! ..haaH.. nngh-..heK'sHh!! t'chh!! dzZtchH!!"

Pulling away once more, Nanami pulled a few more tissues from the box, this time handing them straight to Gojo.

"..Always thinking ahead, hm? How'd you know to get these from outside?"

"Your sneezes always get rather messy." Nanami wants to say, but he remains silent.

"..I'm sorry you had to see that, anyway."

"Don't worry about it."

"Mmh.. I'm a little tired."

"You should get some rest then."

"Yeah.. join me?"

Not expecting that response, Nanami stares blankly at Gojo for several seconds, before his eyes travel down to his wrists, where Gojo had already latched his fingers around.

Not like he had the option to deny the request..

..That's not it, Nanami thinks as he shifts to lift the covers. Even if he had the option to say No, he still would have picked Yes.

Finally setting down next to the other, Gojo shifts his grip from Nanami's wrists to around his waist, pressing his damp nose into the crook of Nanami's neck, lips on his collarbone.

"Na-na-min."

"Hm?"

"Thank you. For coming, and for staying."

"..."

"Will you still be here when I wake up?"

"I'm not going anywhere."

"..Promise?"

"Yes."

The grocery shopping could wait.

--end--

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finishing notes: idk if the whole "gojo used to be with geto, and he still misses him" implication spoiled the nanago vibe of this fic

if it did, ahjhaesd IM SO SORRY

but i really, really REALLY, couldn't stop thinking about gojo and nanami using each other to heal from whatever tragedy befell upon them in the hidden inventory/premature death arc, and how they healed each other until eventually getting together.

that's all i have for now, thanks for reading!

Now I get to back to my week of examinations! Totally didn't spend hours writing this instead of studying for Economics! <3 <3

--5 days to Shibuya--

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I hardly find anything just about Zohakuten and recently I saw two headcanons where the reader was like a father figure and as I like your writing, so I wanted to read how you would imagine this relationship, given that Zohakuten is the incarnation of hate. How it started, whether the father is human or demon, the relationship between them, what made Zohakuten see the reader as a father and vice versa. I imagine a human father, but is it up to you, or even a version of each? Your blog is a treasure!

Thank you, I'm glad you like it. And this is a lovely ask. I hope you don't mind if I also add Daki and Kaigaku to the mix, just to add more content.

Male reader as a father/parental figure, human and demon.

Warnings: Cannibalism, Implied child prostitution, Implied and Mentioned child neglect.

Human Reader

Zohakuten:

Zohakuten hates humans, but... you are nice. You found each other in a late night, the Hashira Hantengu fought were strong and worked in a team, so in the end they formed Zohakuten. The thing is that the kid lost the tiny demon and began to look for him. You live near, so you went there when you heard the roars of the Wooden Dragons, scared and curious of what was going on.

The first thing he knew he was about to eat you and then he got covered by a very warm and soft sheet. As a demon the chilly night doesn't bother him, but the feeling is still nice. You didn't care he had fangs, horns, or weird eyes and ears, you saw a child outside, alone at night, in middle of winter with chest, back and stomach exposed. If it wasn't because you had a very nice sheet, a very comfortable place and a wooden dragon toy (it is more of a lucky charm for you, but still works) Zohakuten would have killed you.

"You are very dumb, taking me to your home. I could kill you right now!" He said squeezing the figure against himself, being careful to not break it. You laugh, not really taking the threat seriously. "Sure, kiddo. Whatever you say." In the end he stays over to sleep in, fully covered with the sheets and curtains, your bed during daylight, trusting that Hantengu's size will help him to hidem from the sun. And he keeps doing so, coming back for a hot bath since you offer, a warm bed, comfortable clothes, some toys you give him, and with time he wants to spend time with you (even more if you have a pet and help him to bond with it), as if he was a cat. Zohakuten likes to be pampered, trusting you to take care of him, even though he will never admit it verbally. (He also brings Hantengu, but hides him inside the house.) You also start teaching him things, he didn't really know how to write as a demon (he knew how to read, but japanese kanji are messy), to do chores, how to be a bit more friendly (that's a work in process, you swear it's possible.)

One day he came just after eating, so he had blood on his face. You, worried, were all over him checking if he was fine, even if you añready knew he could regenerate. "I'm fine, papa. Stop pestering me!" You freeze when he calls you that, Zohakuten also does when he realizes what he just said. He blushes hard before storming into your room, closing the door behind before hiding inside you bed and refusing to speak and see you. By night he came out to you by his own, glaring at the floor. "It's ok if I call you papa, right?" Of course you said yes.

He started to leave for more periods of time after that, but still always came back. You started to grow old, while he stayed a child. By then you already knew he was a demon. "Do you need help, papa?" You laugh it off, you are just starting to grow and the kid is already treating you as if you were fragile, being helpful and loyal. Well, you are in comparinson of him. He is also very protective of you, and clingy if he is feeling off. "It's ok kiddo, papa is here." You say as he hugs you, burrying his face in your shoulder. "You better."

Daki:

Daki is used to have men's attention, that is what she lives of. What she is not used is men looking at her with such a tender eyes, or at least in a way that really feels that they are looking at her instead of her body. She is clearly a teen, you can tell by the way she acts and speaks, and while you can't really take her out of here, you want to help. You start bringing her things, not the usual presents clients bring courtesans (you met her due her job), but things she might need. Simple (modest) clothes, some extra cash, self-care products, and have even offered to help her with her chores, or at least teach her how to do them.

"I'm already a woman! Stop treating me like a child!" She screamed one night, angry of your insisntence of trying to help her. "I don't need you! I already have a dad! He is the one protecting and taking care of me, not you!" You were about to ask when she freezes after realizing what she just said before turning red and throwing something at you. "That's not true! That's not true!" Se squeaks embarrassed as she moves her arms before running away. You didn't know what was wrong with her.

Then you found out she was a demons.... oh, and you also met her Onii-chan. "You're lucky my sister likes you, ne... Tell me, what do you want with her? Ne." Gyutaro is an adult, you can tell, but like Daki is just a child, he is a young adult. Not old enough to parent a girl of Daki's age (or at least the age difference implies he was way too young to step in as a parental figure when his sister was born). "She's a kid. The world is not nice to lonely children. So I want to make sure she has an adult to rely on." At first he doesn't believe you, so he stays out of his sister to keep an eye, but at the same time with him around Daki feels more confident of you taking care of her. She doesn't feel she is replacing her Onii-chan with Gyutaro around.

At the end Gyutaro also warms up to you and goes back inside her sister to hide from the world knowing she is safe and sound. She starts visiting you when she doesn't have to work, she is a very spoiled girl and likes it when you help her with her nails, hair and cuddle her (she is more than capable of making a tantrum if you don't do it the second she asked you). It's not even weird when she starts calling you "OTOOOUUU-CHAAAN! ONII-CHAN CALLED ME DUMB!"

She is also very clingy both with you amd her brother, besides being very trusting. She speaks freely her mind and doesn't hide anything. She is also very loyal, but independent. (Also, depending of the case, you should be careful for her starting to ship you with her brother, since both are her parental figures.)

Kaigaku:

Turning into a demon was the best thing that could happen to Kaigaku. Now he is strong, now he won't be ignored, now he can finally be the best, and... And just now an adult seems to care about what happens to him.

The orphanage... the old man... really, they did care. Unlike him, they were good in general, so of course they would care for a child. But they did not care specifically for Kaigaku. Not when one had a lot of other children with same or even more value than a little thief who wanted more than the leftovers. And Jigoro Kuwajima already knew he didn't see him as a possible heir, not matter how many forms he perfected. Meanwhile Zenitsu, who only could do the first, was the favored one.

One would think as the one responsible for them it would be Kokushibou the one to step in and guide him into his new life as a demon, but besides setting high standards and teaching him how to upgrade his breathing, the guy didn't do anything. It's like being with the old man again, teaching Kaigaku the basics and then leaving him off for whatever is more important than him. At first it frustrates Kaigaku, but since he is used to it he resigns easily. Then you come in.

"Oyaji! Stop bothering me!" He tells you as you mess with his hair laughing. He is still not used to being a demon, so when he lost track of time practicing his katas it wasn't until the sunlight started to be visible that Kaigaku realized he was in danger. He managed to sneak inside your house in a desesperate attempt to cover himself, and you have been taking care of him ever since. He is just a lost teen. "Nah, it's fun to tease ya, kiddo."

"Oyaji! I can fix the crack by my own." He warmed up to you very easily, specially since he was the only kid around. He is not the most loyal, but he is still filial. It was only matter of him having a parent, an actual parent, for himself. Someone that makes sure he learns, that is willing to invest in him, someone that wants him. He is needy for attention and always want to prove his worth.

Kaigaku wishes he could have met you as a human, maybe that would have prevented all this from happening. But at least you are his father now. "Oyaji, I told you to stop teasing me!"

Demon Reader

Zohakuten:

Hantengu is not that bad, but leaving a child to fight your problems and fears off is a big no for you. A bigger No, like NO. You know the clones would step it as a parental figure if they could, but for obvious reasons, they couldn't. You don't know what possesed you into treating the kid... like a kid. He is Uppermoon 4 for a reason, and doesn't need to be babied. "I can get my own food, you know?"

That doesn't stop you a bit when you start getting him food and things, specially some new clothes he loathes, but a child should not go around that exposed. There are so many freaks around, and while it's not Zohakuten's fault, he should protect himself a little more. "You barely eat at all, and because of Hantengu's last trauma of getting lost in middle of a battle, you have been staying up for a while more than you are used to. So someone needs to make sure you eat, since you are way too picky." You did your best to get something Zouhakuten would like, but as he refuses to eat it, you end up having to bribe him with wooden toys.

"They are just nice, it doesn't mean anything." As he is behaving good, you decide to get him something special one day. It was hard to get it, but you managed. "Hey kiddo, I got you something nice, but you have to promise me to be responsible about it." Zouhakuten scoffs at that. He is Uppermoon 4! He doesn't want your condescen- "It's a tanuki!" (The hard part was to not kill or hurt the animal).... "Give it to me!"

It was a bit hard to parent him with so much to do on his character but so little to offer, specially since you can't actually raise him since Zohakuten won't grow up and sooner or later the clones will have to defuse. "Will you take care of Dorobō when that happens?" He asks cuddling and rocking the little dog in his arms, both of them at the top of a tree. You are at the bottom, just arriving with a human corpse (you don't have to bribe Zohakuten anymore, it's a win) and a few dead frogs for the kid's pet (You still can't believe he called it "Thief") "Sure will do kiddo. I will also be waiting for you, so you can look for me anytime."

.... "Thanks papa." He called you for the first time, and you knew you were doing good with the child. He started to get protective and clingy towards you, specially during day as you shelter from the sun. He is a good child, above all.

Daki:

You know Daki sees her brother as a parental figure, it's clear to everyone but him. That he is the father she probably never had. You don't think you can compete with that, and don't want to. You like them both, Gyutaro is chill and his sister... she's just a kid. A kid with not only the preassure of being om his rada, but one with a busy human life. You just want to lend them a hand.

"Daki, calm down. It's not so bad." You try to comfort her as she cries over a pretty, expensive and, most important, new kimono with blood and a big cut in the shoulder. She got careless and when fighting a Hashira and forgot to protect it from the splash. "But it was new! And I ruined it! I ruined it! I liked it so much and I still ruined it!" This is how it started, with you rolling your eyes and taking the kimono to clean it while Gyutaro toyed and killed the Hashira that made his sister cry. After there was no longer any blood in it Daki could give it to a servant for her to sew the hole.

You began to help her with her chores, mostly cleaning since Daki never had problems on eating by her own, except when she first became a demon and still had some of her human memories, but again, Gyutaro helped her back then. Speaking about Gyutaro, you asked him for tios to take care of his sister, and since he knew you he trusted you the information. "My sister likes you a lot, ne. I also think you are good to her, ne."

After that you also began to help her with other things, like her hair and self-care routine. At times she would play with your hair, put make up on you or lend you some other peoduct. You both have fun doing so as you lead her into having a more proactive attitude. "Daki, it's enough." You laugh as she tickles you.

"Otou-chan, stay still or you will ruin the make up." She said simply the first time she called you that. As spoiled as she is, Daki didn't even think it was weird to call you that, and so she never stopped doing so. She also started to push both Gyutaro and yojrself so you three can have a family time together, and she is content with having to male demons taking care of her. "Otou-chan! Onii-chan! C'mon or we will lose dinner!"

Kaigaku:

Damn, being under Kokushibou's care must suck. You have nothing against the Uppermoon One, but that guy doesn't have a hair of father. You would give him a 3/10, at most. That is why you feel someone should step in for the new boy. "Hey kiddo, still having problems with the food?"

Young demons who's body doesn't change to an adult appereance tend to keep their memories a little longer than the ones who were transformed as adults, like you. For this reason, beside the starvation of their first kill, they tend to have a hard time eating humans, since they hadn't completely abandoned that stage. "You can't wait for starvation to force you to it. Not only is painful, but that amount of bodies will not get you as strong as Kokushibou wants you to be." You mess with his hair and he complains, clearly frustrated of not being able to hunt humans. "Shut up, you demon!" And it doesn't help that he was a slayer before this.

Still, even if Kaigaku is a very rude teen, you get him something to eat. Since he probably has not developed his own taste you go for something safe and get him a young adult, a healthy one. You will bring something else the next time, but for now the best is to help the child to build himself in his new life. "There you go, kiddo." It takes you to threaten to take the food away for Kaigaku to eat, he got used in the middle of it. Still, he has a hard time hunting to eat.

He gets used to it slowly, as you keep bringing him food. It's easy to feel like a parent like this, you're like a wild animal to their cubs. You also try to comfort him when Kokushibou is too strict or mean to him. "Why are you doing all this for me?" He asks when you were patting his back after Kokushibou stabbed him during training. Kaigaku for a minute forgot he could regenerate and almost had a panic attack, desesperated to leave, so you stole him and helped him to calm down. "Someone has to. Being a demon is not easy and I think a little guidance is always good. So relax, I will take care of you, kiddo."

... "You didn't have to get all sappy, Oyaji." He starts calling you that, Kaigaku tries his best and wants to prove himself to you. He is working hard and that makes you proud. "Kaigaku, help pops to get dinner tonight, ok?" He rolls his eyes but takes his sword to help you. He is a good teen, just a bit... too full of himself. But it's ok, as long as he still remembers his past he has the chance to mature a little. Just do your best "Alright, alright. I'm going, Oyaji."

[toons-and-doom]

Trinkets are basically the items that are required to make people into magical girls/magical boys and you can also get one from defeating a twisted

Pebbles has them all burried like treasure/j

Could you tell me more about twisted? 👁️ 👁️ their based off negative emotions but are they like the magical folks but corrupted or like separate from them?

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Junkyu “Boyfriend Headcanons”

Hyunsuk // Jihoon // Yoshi // Junkyu // Mashiho // Jaehyuk // Asahi // Yedam // Doyoung // Haruto // Jeongwoo // Junghwan //    

- ah this boy

- i thought he was my bias in Treasure at first

- and while I’ve drifted away 

- I still hold him near and dear to my heart

- that goofy smile alone is enough to give me butterflies

- He would like someone similar to himself

- someone who isn’t afraid to be a little lazy 

- But when they commit to something

- they go all the way

- maybe someone a little quiet

- with a good sense of timing

- knows when to be funny 

- and when to be serious 

- For the first date 

- somewhere fun for sure

- you where he went with Asahi with the ball pits and vr room 

- (if you don’t know what I’m talking about, here is the link to that video) 

- something like that

- something active and just very fun

- but also something familiar to him 

- because he’s nervous and wants some familiar ground for himself

- it also totally shows that he’s nervous

- has a hard time smiling in the beginning of the date 

- all because of the nerves

- But the more you guys get into it

- the more comfy he gets 

- He won’t try and show off

- he’ll just love to play with you 

- and have fun 

- truly the date isn’t really romantic 

- but more to see how you guys vibe with eachother

- the romantic stuff will come later

- now you’re just pre-occupied trying to beat his score in beatsaber

- he won’t try and show off

- and won’t go out of his way to touch you 

- but he does make the cheekiest of comments

- to get you flustered

- he thinks it’s fun

- uses this to his advantage to win 

- After running around

- you guys will relax, have tea or coffee

- chat a little and it’s simply very comfortable

- for a first date it feels more like friends hanging out

- which is really nice

- it takes some of the pressure off

- that being said he probably wouldn’t kiss you first date

- Second date, yes totally 

- but first date no

- he’d definitely give you the biggest hug ever

- and a lot of hand holding 

- but on the second date he definitely goes in for the kiss

- and it’s a little awkward because he keeps smiling out of nerves

- and his hands are a little clammy 

-  but its very soft and sweet

- makes you laugh half way through

- but that makes it so entirely memorable

- Kisses from that point on are always that goofy 

- and silly

- Junkyu always tries to make you giggle when he gives you affection

- though he does have moments where he takes it seriously

- he just thinks it’s more fun to tickle over your face

- kiss you all over your face

- rub his nose on you 

- he’s more affectionate in a joking way 

- but those times that he is serious 

- he’s very sweet

- very fond of just hugging you 

- burrying his face into your neck 

- kissing either the top of your head or your forehead

- it’s his favorite way of showing you affection 

- Like all of Treasure he really likes to cuddle too

- especially on those lazy days 

- wearing big hoodies and sweatpants

- laying on top of you

- with his hands under your hoodie to touch your skin 

- or maybe he’s even holding your hands

- playing with them

- cuddling he doesn’t mind doing around others

- the kissing and other stuff he reserves for when you’re alone

- he just doesn’t do the none jokey stuff with you in public

- which is okay

- he saves those sweet things for just the two of you

- so from the outside your relationship seems to lack seriousness

- though you both know that’s a lie

- now arguments with Junkyu

- the attitude this boy throws when he’s annoyed or angry 

- is unmatched 

- it’s all on his face

- he doesn’t say mean things

- but that look

- it says enough

- he stands his ground if he feels like he’s being treated unfair

- will speak up 

- sounds like he’s pouting

- he is

- he pouts when angry and it’s cute but don’t tell him that

- keep that to yourself

- his voice will raise

- if you have a similar personality

- this can make quite the explosive arguments

- however

- one of you will say something that comes out wrong

- or a funny sentence

- and you end up laughing inbetween 

- are your problems magically solved after that?

- no, but the intensity of the situation is less

- and then you guys can talk 

- apologises with an equally cute

- if not cuter pout than before

- only gets emotional if you do 

- wants to hug you the whole time after

- gets very attached to you afterwards

- because that little fear of losing you kicks in

- though he won’t vocalize it

- it’s for him to know 

- and you to feel cuddled by

- now when he’s sad or upset

- the boy who always has something to say

- is quiet

- barely looking up to make eye contact with you 

- prefers to be alone truly 

- will come to you when he’s ready 

- and then the vault opens

- he’s ranting

- pacing through the room

- big motions with his hands 

- it’s quite animated

- comical almost 

- he’s just so frustrated 

- he just wants someone to listen and acknowledge

- doesn’t even necessarily want help or advice

- just to get his frustrations out 

- When you’re sad and upset

- Junkyu can’t let this happen 

- he’s the best at cheering you up

- he’s all jokes

- all acting dumb to get you to smile

- wrapping you in his clothes for comfort

- and squeezing your cheeks

- a whole lot of reassurance coming from him as well

- “you can do it!”

- “You’re strong, they don’t mean anything” 

- He hypes you up 

- makes you all giggly 

- helps you forget your problems 

- and ends it with a big smooch on your forehead

- + big hugs and a movie

- when you guys have free time together 

- it’s spent lazing around more often than not

- laying in bed watching movies

- or spread out on the ground with blankets

- and pillows 

- watching tv shows

- he’s not above pillow forts either

- he is above cleaning them up though

- so they stay up for a long time 

- y’all end up sleeping in them alot

- you guys play a lot of video games

- and are incredibly competitive

- you aren’t above pushing and shoving 

- winner gets special incentives 

- like kisses

- or loser has to get snacks 

- all very fair

- you also hang out with him a lot while he produces

- whether your cuddled together as he works

- or your sitting supportively next to him while doing your own thing 

- you tend to watch him because he’s just so darn beautiful???

- and he gets flustered

- and like pushes you away out of embarrassment

- *secretly loves it though* 

- you guys like the occasional cafe hopping as well 

- like seeing some cute cafe on tiktok 

- taking out a day to go to it

- try out good food

- while wearing like matching hoodies

- i feel like he would like 

- like matching hoodies with you or matching phone cases 

- something subtle 

- now sleeping with Junkyu is a daily occurance

- the man naps a lot 

- which means you kinda nap a lot too

- you’re very well rested with Junkyu as a boyfriend

- he sleeps like a brick 

- when he’s gone

- he’s gone

- doesn’t wake up unless his body clock tells him too

- cuddling is nice at bed time 

- but ti doesn’t last the whole night

- idk why but I feel like moves a lot in his sleep

- maybe even sleep talks 

- like baby babble

- but when you guys do cuddle 

- he’s on top of you

- with his face burried into your chest

- otherwise you guys just kinda sleep in whatever position the night brings

- don’t always need to be touching

- which is also nice

- Now Junkyu and jealousy 

- this boy 

- his face is just a tell

- no smile to be seen 

- no glitter in his eyes

- just blank

- he doesn’t like feeling inadequent

- and he’s not being made to feel that by you 

- but by the other guy 

- and it leaves him to be a little sulky 

- but it doesn’t stay long

- the second your attention returns to him 

- he’s back to normal 

- forgets about it pretty quickly tbh

- it’s just in the moment that he gets into his thoughts

- but feels so reassured again after a bit of attention from you 

- now kiddies bye bye

- no power roles

- just doesn’t believe in them 

- Junkyu is very go with the flow

- so it’s where the mood brings you both 

- i do however 

- think Junyku is into some freaky shit

- hear me out

- roleplay 

- dressing up 

- or more specifically 

- you dressing up 

- like a little boy in a candy store when you wear pretty lingerie 

- or dress like a hot game character or something

- eyes nearly bulge out of his head

- lazy sex is also just very there

- morning sex when you’re still a lil sleepy

- maybe even a slight somnophilia kink??

- like waking eachother up with oral 

- nothing more than that though 

- i think he can have a bit of a mean streak though 

- in those moments where he does seem to take charge 

- he likes to torture you a little bit

- be it either through teasing you 

- denying you orgasms 

- sitting back and laughing at how whiny you get 

- or be it through overstimulating you 

- it’s okay though 

- he tends to forget that you’ll do the same to him 

- overstimulating him is fun!!

- bucks his hips in your hands

- or as you’re sucking him off

- when he thinks you’re going to pull off of him but keep going

- it’s a surprise every time 

- and he’s left speechless

- until he isn’t

- the noises

- the whining 

- the begging 

- ugh he sounds so good too 

- high pitched whines

- isn’t scared of making noise

- most definitely gets caught by the members multiple times 

- (maybe even gets off on that a little too)

- doesn’t know how to hold back 

- preferred positions are simple

- missionary 

- he likes looking at you 

- and it’s just the best position no matter who’s doing what

- also cowgirl 

- for those who have them

- he likes watching your boobs bounce

- and holding onto you 

Aftercare

- might be a bit lacking

- sex tires the poor boy out

- he needs the aftercare more

- gets all sleepy looking at you 

- with a hazy little smile 

- this loving expression on his face

- it’s a little like he’s drunk 

- but he’s just so in love with you 

- you guys do try and get cleaned up before going to sleep

- though you don’t always make it 

- he begs you to wear a hoodie of his to sleep 

- so he has something nice to wake up too

- a little reminder of the previous nights events

- you guys don’t talk much after 

- it’s quite quiet

- maybe the tv on in the bg

- nothing too intrusive on the moment though 

- A relationship with Junkyu

- is fun 

- like goofy teenagers

- best friends who aren’t scared to be a bit competitive

- it’s a lot of joking 

- a lot of laughs 

- yet serious and supportive when needed

- a relationship where you’re entirely relaxed

- because you feel like you’re dating your best friend

A/N: I love Treasure so much, this series is so fun :(

[bioniczombie]

4t3: Island Living Deco

Update: Mobile SquareFishes now has a recolorable swatch (last swatch).

Compressed. 1 zip file (all included, unmerged), and individual files available.

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Info under the cut:

Burried Crates Ashore:

1 swatch. Not Recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Misc for $100.

Island Inspired Banners:

10 swatches. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Misc for $180.

Krakens Grappled Arm:

6 swatches. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Misc for $300.

Mermaids Love Treasure Chest:

1 swatch. Not recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Misc for $700.

Mobile SquareFishes:

10 swatches. Last swatch is recolorable.

Found Under Decor>Misc for $100.

[im-goofball]

☀️Hi again☀️ basically what are the gorosei doing in this Au ? 🤔 (I love your Au like always💖)

Jupiter/Shepherd Ju Peter

-the Governor of Fishmen

-is the one who helped Nika and Umi with creating most of All Blue's surface (mountains, deserts, valleys, forests ect.) But he mostly helped because of silly whimsy and placed them where ever and however he felt like it, not caring that 90% of all was just pure chaos which kinda pissed off the two gods.

-his domain lies within the All Blue's Core where he built his fortress/shrine. He lives there only for three months (the whole summer) because he likes spending most of his time with humans and dad.

-also the one responsible for the changing the four seasons, although at the beginning they were in shambles too (Jupiter is NOT a responsible god)

-once Mars got permission to live on All Blue, Jupiter had to end his childish games and take his responsibilities seriously, and so he had to fix it all.

-teaches fishmen how to adapt to many (mostly unpleasant) changes, and how to move on with their lives from terrible tragedies (godly theraphy?)

Mars/Marcus Mars

-the Governor of Shandian & Lunarian races

-is the one responsible for creating the shandian race, and helped Tsumara with creation of Lunarians too

-his domain lies at the Silvercloud the sixth of the Great floating islands of Shandian Queendom, where he had his castle/shrine built. Shandian/Lunarian legends say, that his shrine was made out of the purest silver and had over hundred towers that held the grandest treasures in the world.

-is known as a great general who fought in many of the Great Wars and minor battles (mostly taking charge). Treated the soldiers of Wind's Army, the great armed forces of Shandian Queendom as his own children (Jupiter was jealous). The greater was his anguish the more of them fell in battle. He burried each and every one of them on the Isle of Thousand Bells, where he shed uncountable tears. (That's how rain was created but shhh)

-teaches Shandians and Lunarians the importance of (self)sacrifice, duty, honor and mercy for the one worthy of it.

-also the only Elder Planet with wings

Saturn/Jay Garcia Saturn

-the (self-proclaimed) Governor of Human race

-creator of galaxies, nebulae, costellations, black holes, and worm holes (Jupiter was not amused). Also responsible for creating gravity, on All Blue

-the only god to have no domain on All Blue, as he spends most of the time out in the space creating and experimenting with his powers. His domain is a grand palace/library that holds all knowledge throughout the eons of the Universe's existence

-favoures humans above all races, as they kinda reminded him of himself (narcissistic little bastard). Gave them all of his knowledge and taught them everything about stars and galaxies

-lacks "mortal" morality and doesn't understand empathy (which resulted in his Ultimate Experiment) and near annihilation of giants.

-also the only Elder planet with a "halo"

Venus/Ethanbaron V. Nusjuro

-the original Governor of Human Race, (fuck you Saturn)

-his domain/shrine lies within the Moon's End (later known as Wano) where he lived as one of Tsumara's guardians

-lately became the Governor of Giants, but only in name, as Nika was already handling that (they were Nika's favourites)

-teaches humans and giants the meaning of love, (In Greek mythology there were seven kinds of love, and I am too lazy to list them but yeah.) empathy, compassion, kindness and passion.

-uses his sword only in dire or extreme cases of self defence and for executions that Mercury demanded as neccessary

-the one who found out about Saturn's Ultimate Experiment and told Nika, resulting in Saturn's Fall. (Saturn never forgave him for that)

Mercury/Topman Warcury

-the only Elder Planet that isn't a Governor of a race, as his responsibility is to proclaim judgement and Nika's will on everyone, regardless of race (Can't play favourites, how sad)

-he lives with Nika in the Holy land (something akin to Heaven but not really) and only rarely comes down into All Blue

-tries his best to keep the Elder planets from murdering one another (mostly Mars and Saturn), and also to make sure none of them cross the Line. What is the Line? He had no idea, but he's sure Nika does... he hopes

-teaches the mortal kind how to recognize evil from good and to uphold justice within their communities

-he may not be really fond of the mortals, but he must admit that their alcohol is sublime

-also the only planet that is allowed to talk to Nika 24/7