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[catnamedoggy]

right behind you mate

this was based off of the latest Game Theory Live thumbnail since it was legit so goofy to me (like why did they have to add the BFDI mouth on Frank tho??? 😭😭😭😭)

[xx-sharpfawngz-xx]

Hehe I just got off work >:3

🎻 🍰 🤔 for Miloš(<3), Ia and Vedra? -Shade

heheheh let's gooooo

@shadow--writer

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? what is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

Miloš

He studied piano as a child and still plays! He doesn't really show off though so it's always a pleasant surprise for people :3

Ia

This boy is a noise maker!! His main instruments are a tambura/banjo type thing and a tambourine! He also plays other percussion instruments as well as an ocarina, a jaw harp, an ocarina and the occasional hurdy-gurdy! He's a musician in a sense that nothing else makes sense as much as music does <3

Vedra

Her main instrument is the violin and she dabbles in percussion - her violin playing is insane though!

🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)?

Miloš

Loves baklava!

Ia

Big fan of Rahat Lokum!

Vedra

She's a crostoli girlie!

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

Miloš

He's constantly doing something with his mouth, be it smoking, nibbling his lip, chewing on something like gum or seeds - he also grinds his teeth

He doesn't like the feeling of sleeves on his forearms so he pushes them up most of the time

He cracks his fingers frequently

He has a bad back and will wear a corset for lumbar support (the fanciness of the corset depends on the occasion) - he will often lean on things rather than stand upright because of this

Ia

Speaks way too fast and gets tongue tied often

Stims vocally often, usually by whistling through his teeth or lightly beatboxing

Can't sit still and will either sit in a super weird position or straight up stand or pace around when having a conversation

He walks really fast and doesn't really take in his surroundings (so unless you physically bump into him, it's unlikely he's notice you out on the street)

Vedra

She has a very heavy step as she walks and she's fairly slow

Her body language is quite open and she takes up a lot of space (despite being a short king)

She talks to herself a lot

She tries to act cool but when she gets fired up, she gestures with her hands a lot and will hit people's thighs or arms for emphasis

[inotakumagf]

baby of mine

✶ nanami kento x f!reader

word count ✺ 6K

summary ✺ Yuji Itadori shouldn’t have survived eating one of Sukuna’s fingers at only four years old. But he does. And with no family left, he needs someone to take him in. Gojo wants to hide Yuji’s existence from the higher ups, and he knows he can trust you and Nanami.

warning ✺ mentions of a miscarriage. there’s also an emotionally (& insinuation of physically) abusive ex. the kids are 4/5 while you & nanami are in your early to mid twenties, the jjk timeline literally does not exist to me. aka co-parenting the vessel of sukuna. also i don’t know anything about 4 year olds so if something seems impossible pretend it works ok

──────────𝜗𝜚────────── The quiet of your apartment gets so lonely sometimes. You can’t distract yourself for long with books or television or music before you find yourself sitting on your cold wooden floor, in front of the large window in your living room. Your finger traces patterns on the glass as you stare into the apartments across from yours. It’s an addiction, watching the carefree lives of non sorcerers. All their problems are so…easy. What’s a leaky sink or a shitty roommate to the never ending sacrifice of being a Jujutsu sorcerer? Easy, and yet…

You press your palm to the cool glass and imagine being in that position—slow dancing in the living room, movie nights, and even the labor of doing dishes with a partner. All the monotonous habits of being human that are tainted by your way of life. It’s usually easy for you to push that yawning need aside, but it doesn’t help the craving for it that’s burrowed deep beneath your ribs. You thought you’d had that love, once. You were stupid to think that life was an option for a sorcerer like yourself.

A soft knock at the door pulls you out of your head. You dump your cold coffee into the sink and move to answer it. Your brows rise in surprise when you pull it open to find none other than Nanami Kento. You’d gone to high school with him, but he’d avoided Jujutsu life after graduation. Not that you can blame him, after everything you all endured. You’ve tried to keep in touch with him, but it’s hard when you exist on two different planes of life. Still, he’d been one of your closest friends at school and you’re happy to see him again. The last time had been a few months ago at some shitty bar.

“Nanami,” you greet, a little confusion slipping into your voice, “this is a surprise visit.”

“Apologies for dropping by at such an odd hour. Gojo called me. He said he had something to speak to us about, and that we’d meet here. I usually ignore him, but it seemed quite serious.”

You hum. “That’s weird, I haven’t heard anything from him.”

You move to the side to let him inside your messy apartment. Your phone vibrates in your pocket. You open it to find a text from Gojo that reads, heyyyyy!! i need to talk to you and Nanami about something super serious :P!! meet at yours in a few????!!! thaaaanks :))))!

You roll your eyes, and you have to question your friend’s sanity sometimes. You invite Nanami to sit at your plush couch. “Do you want anything to drink or eat while we wait? I can brew some tea.”

“Thank you, tea would be nice.”

You pull out the kettle and pour some water in it to boil. You take time looking through your tea flavors while you consider the situation. If Gojo was able to convince Nanami to come out for something, then it must be serious. You ask Nanami about his day while you wait for the water to boil. It’s all boring, non sorcerer stuff, but you drink up every word of it. 

You bring out the kettle and three delicate teacups, along with a pot of cream and a bowl of sugar cubes for Gojo’s sweet tooth. Nanami thanks you softly, pouring tea for the two of you carefully. You sip your tea and exchange small talk while waiting for Gojo to show up. For a man that can teleport wherever he wants, he does love to be late. 

Finally, you hear a sharp knock at your front door. As soon as you open the door, you can tell that something isn’t right. The cheerfulness in Gojo’s text, the silliness that you’re used to is wiped from his face now. You can see the tension in his shoulders as he waves a quick greeting. You let him in, ushering him to the couch. 

“I hope there’s a good reason for disturbing my quiet evening,” you threaten half-heartedly. 

He takes his tea cup, pouring sugar with a side of brewed tea into the porcelain. He waits to speak until you settle onto the couch. 

“I found a boy today,” he says simply. You see him pinch his mouth as he thinks of how to continue. “His name is Yuji Itadori. His family should be as normal as they come, but the squirt found one of Sukuna’s fingers. He ate it. But I can’t be too surprised, he’s only four. Even Megumi’s prone to eating things he shouldn’t.”

Your hand flies up to your mouth, and you see Nanami’s back straighten out. “Oh my god. I can’t imagine what his family is going through.”

Gojo shakes his head. “That’s the thing—he’s safe, healthy even. I could feel the cursed energy rolling off of him halfway across Tokyo. Don’t know how the little guy did it, but he ate Sukuna’s finger and he’s still alive.”

You furrow your brows. You must have misheard him. “What? He has full control over himself? Is that possible?”

Nanami hums in thought. “A vessel for Sukuna, especially from a non sorcerer family, is likely a once in a century chance. Highly unlikely, but not impossible.”

Gojo sighs. “When I found him, it was just him and his grandfather inside the house. His grandfather…it seems that Sukuna had control for a moment, no more than a couple seconds. But it was one of the most disturbing scenes I’ve ever seen.”

You exchange glances with Nanami, who looks just as sick as you feel. You shudder. “The higher ups can’t be pleased. After all this time, a vessel for Sukuna has appeared in the form of a toddler that won't be able to fight the curse’s presence in his body.”

Gojo scratches the back of his head. “Weeell,” he stretches out, and you can see him cringe in anticipation.

Nanami speaks up. “Idiot. Please don’t tell me you did what I think you did.”

Gojo raises his hands in defense. “I haven't told the higher ups. Other than you two and Shoko, no one else knows. Oh, and Ijichi.”

“Satoru,” you never usually use his first name, but your voice is stern with warning, “this is irresponsible, even for you.”

Gojo looks frustrated with the way that you two are ganging up on him. “I'm telling you not so you can judge me, but so you can help. What do you think is going to happen if we tell the higher ups? They won’t hesitate to kill him. He's four, and he just lost the only family he had. I won’t let those old geezers kill him because they don’t give a shit that he's a baby.”

You frown. “I do want to help, but if Sukuna has taken over him, what can we do?”

“That’s the thing—after the initial moment when Yuji ate the cursed object and Sukuna took over, the curse hasn’t been able to control him. Shoko and I have been monitoring him for a few days now and Yuji is still…Yuji. Even at four, he’s so strong. If he can remain in control of himself, how could we ever let the higher ups have their way?” You notice how hard Gojo clenches his fists, so much so that his knuckles turn white. You can’t read his mind, but you can guess what he’s thinking about. 

Nanami sets his tea down on the coffee table. “So, what then? You will have to keep him with you to ensure his safety, and the safety of everyone around him.”

Gojo’s shoulders tense noticeably, and the air crackles with his anger. “No. Under any other circumstance I would, of course I would. but I have Megumi and Tsumiki to think of. I will not put them in harm's way, I can't.”

You pull at your bottom lip. “So, this meeting…”

“You want one of us to take him in.” Nanami finishes your sentence. It makes sense, in hindsight. You and Nanami would never betray this secret to the higher ups and, as first grade sorcerers, both of your curse techniques are strong enough to handle Sukuna in his weakened state if it came down to it.

“I wouldn't ask if I thought I had any other choice. I know you barely tolerate me,” he glances at Nanami pointedly, “but I need your help.”

Nanami opens his mouth to respond. You know what his decision will be before he does.

“I can take him,” you say before Nanami can say anything. You know Nanami, and you know his selflessness. You also know that he left a life of sorcery for a reason, and you don’t want to make him come back if he doesn’t have to.

You can see the argument brewing in Nanami. “Your fiancé isn’t a sorcerer, so you shouldn’t feel forced to put him in harm's way. I can take Yuji in. It’s just me at home, anyways.”

You grimace at the mention of your fiancé—ex-fiancé. You hesitate to tell the two men about it. After all, it's been over a year since you broke off your relationship and you’d never said a word of it to anyone. “We’re not together anymore. Yuji can stay with me.”

Nanami looks surprised, and you try to avoid meeting his gaze. He must get the message, because he doesn't ask about it. “I trust you will be able to contain Sukuna if it becomes necessary, but I can help with the boy if you need me to. Toddlers are already a handful, let alone one that’s a vessel for Sukuna.”

You smile at him. “Hm, I might take you up on that, Kento. But don’t complain if I call you in the middle of your work day to change a diaper.”

Gojo tilts his head. “Pretty sure he’s potty trained by now.”

The three of you pause, realizing just how little you know about caring for a young child. “I guess I have some research ahead of me. Maybe you can give me tips, Mama Gojo.”

He rolls his eyes, but doesn’t deny the nickname.

With everything settled, Gojo and Nanami move to leave. You hug them goodbye, making Nanami promise that he’ll be in touch more before letting him go. Gojo hovers by the door, throwing an arm around Nanami and saying, “Isn’t this nice? You and Nanami get to practice being mom and dad, since you’re raising him together!”

You slam the door shut in his face, and you can hear his muffled, “Did I say something wrong?”, to Nanami on the other side. 

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You spend the rest of the week preparing yourself and your apartment for Yuji’s arrival. You’ve definitely bought much more than you need, because you want to make sure that Yuji will like everything that you have for him. 

Nanami is the one who drops Yuji off at your apartment. When you open the door for them, your heart melts at the sight of Yuji tucked behind Nanami’s leg. You crouch down to greet the little boy, laughing softly when he clings to Nanami’s pants shyly. 

“Hi,” you say, “I’ve heard so much about you, Yuji.”

Even when you tell him your name, he’s hesitant to say anything to you. You tilt your head at the boy. “You’re three, right?”

Finally, he steps forward. “No! I’m four!”

You let out a fake gasp of surprise. “Oh, you're right! I should have known, you’re too tall to be three.”

He grins at you and puffs out his chest in pride. You stand up straight, and your eye catches Nanami. You look down at Yuji. “Would you like to see your room?”

He jumps up and grabs your hand. “Yes, please!”

He turns to Nanami and takes one of his fingers between his tiny fist. Waiting for you to lead the way, he bounces on the balls of his feet in excitement. You exchange shy smiles with Nanami before leading the two boys to Yuji’s new room. You let him take time to admire the room. 

You picked out a red race car bed frame and a large city carpet to match. The room also has a bright painted mural of lush green hills and a smiling sun right above the bed. Yuji throws himself onto the Spider-Man bedsheets, pretending to make snow angels on it. 

“How on Earth did you do all this in one week?” Nanami asks you, and you almost laugh at the look on his face. 

You just shrug and tell him not to worry about it. His eyebrows furrow when he sees the disassembled baby crib hiding behind the door. His eyes meet yours, and you can see the question in them. 

You shrug again. “Turns out I really had no idea how old four-year-olds actually are. Silly me.”

Yuji interrupts, which is fine, since you can’t stop embarrassing yourself in front of Nanami, “Excuse me. I’m hungry, Miss.”

“No problem, Yuji! I have dinner warmed up for us.”

You guide them both to the small kitchen table to eat, pulling out some plates and utensils and setting them down beside the pot of food. 

“Will you join us?” Nanami, who’d been trailing behind the two of you, looks surprised at your question.

“Ah, I shouldn’t. I don’t want to impose.”

Yuji whines and wraps both of his arms around Nanami’s leg. “Please stay, Nanamin. Puh-lease.”

The two of you can’t help but laugh at the young boy’s antics. 

“There’s plenty of food for the three of us,” you say, trying to tempt the salaryman to stay. For Yuji’s sake, of course. You know he’ll agree based on the way he smiles at Yuji and then at you. And he does, helping Yuji into his seat and then sitting down beside him at the boy’s insistence.

Yuji talks and talks through the meal, and he seems to paint the table with his food. Nanami helps wipe curry off of his cheeks. Yuji looks up at him with puppy dog eyes, and you can sense a request coming. 

“Will you sleep over, Nanamin?”

Nanami sighs through his nose, and you know he’s struggling internally. You know, because you would too. “I can’t do that, I’m sorry.”

Yuji pouts and frowns down at his plate.

Nanami taps the point of Yuji’s nose to catch his attention. “But if you ever need anything, you can call me and I will always come. How does that sound?”

Yuji scrunches his face as he thinks about it. “Even if it’s silly?”

“Nothing you need will ever be silly, Yuji-kun.”

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That first night, you wake up bleary eyed to Yuji standing shyly in the doorway to your bedroom. He clutches the wood between his fingers so tightly that you can hear the wood crack under his extraordinary strength. 

“Yuji? Are you alright, sweetheart?”

He shakes his head, and you turn your bedside lamp on quickly to see what the matter is. You can see tears tracking down his cheeks. 

“I had a bad dream,” he says, and the crack in his voice is obvious, though he tries not to let it show. 

After what Gojo told you of the scene that took place at the Itadori home, you can only imagine the nightmares that are plaguing his mind. You push your blanket off quickly so you can comfort him. “Do you want me to warm some milk for you? Or would you like me to tuck you back into bed?”

He looks up at you shyly. “May I have some milk, please?”

“Of course!”

You extend your hand to him, and he clutches your pointer and middle fingers in his tiny hand. You guide him to the kitchen, turning on the lamp for some soft lighting. Yuji refuses to leave your side as you prepare his milk. He wraps his arms around your leg tightly, resting his chubby cheek against the side of your leg. 

Your heart tightens at the sight of such a small, traumatized boy. You run your fingers through his light pink hair carefully as you consider just how terrified this child is. Once his milk is ready and you’ve checked that it’s not too hot, you sit with Yuji at the kitchen table until he’s taken the last few sips of his milk. 

His eyes droop sleepily and he rests his head on his tiny arms while trying not to show how tired he is. You collect his cup and rinse it with soap before leaving it on the rack to dry. Then, you focus on Yuji, who is half asleep at the table.

You lift him out of the chair. “Is this okay, Yuji?” 

In response, he wraps his arms around your neck and burrows his face into your shirt. You spread your palm over his back, and you make a promise to yourself that no one will even hurt him again. Sukuna may be the king of curses, but he’ll never have Yuji’s body to control. Not even over your dead body. 

You tuck Yuji into bed carefully, making sure that the nightlight is turned on. It shines light blue stars onto the wall that his bed is pressed against. Yuji stares at them with his tiny fists clutching the covers. Before you can think about leaving, he reaches his hand out to you. “Miss, can you stay? I’m scared.”

You don’t hesitate to sit beside him on the bed, letting him curl his body towards you. You run your hand through his hair and hum a melody you don't know the origin of until you’re sure that he’s fallen asleep. You frown and run your finger along one of the lines under his eyes. Your hand flies away when it peels open to reveal an eye. It must be Sukuna’s doing. At that realization, you feel anger rattle through your chest. 

You lean forward and whisper, “If you ever hurt him again, I will kill you.”

The eye locks onto you, almost as if acknowledging your threat. You think for a moment that Sukuna might surface, but the eye rolls back and refuses to open again. You let out a shaky breath and press a gentle hand to Yuji’s messy hair.

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Gojo helps you enroll Yuji in preschool, in the same class as Megumi. It was a hard decision for you to make, but ultimately, you think that he needs to grow up as a normal boy. In order to make sure Sukuna won’t be able to cause issues, you are able to take up a job as a teacher’s assistant in the class. Yuji loves school, and he’s even happier when he finds out you’re staying with him in the class. 

You and Nanami do your best to give Yuji a good life and good memories. You’ve convinced Nanami to have dinner with you more often, and it helps to put Yuji on the phone and let him beg Nanami to come over. Nanami has never been able to deny Yuji, and you don’t mind the company at all. It makes you feel normal for once. 

Yuji has been staying with you for a few months now, and Nanami has been an angel the entire time. Even though he doesn’t have to, he takes the two of you out over the weekend, to eat and to do different activities to help Yuji feel normal. He commits his time to you two, even though you know he’s probably exhausted from his job. So you feel like the least you can do is invite him to your place for a home cooked meal every Friday.

On one particular day at school, the students are drawing pictures of what makes them happy. You watch over them, complimenting all of their artworks. You almost burst out into a fit of laughter at the sight of Megumi’s drawing. There’s him and his sister right in the middle, with his demon dogs drawn on either side of the two siblings. But your favorite part is the tiny drawing of Gojo that Megumi’s drawn figure is standing on top of triumphantly. You snap a quick photo to send to Gojo later. 

You compliment Nobara’s drawing next. She drew herself with giant muscles standing over a pile of beat up bodies. You smile down at the grinning girl. “Wow, Nobara! How creative!”

“Look at mine!” Yuji calls to you, pride evident in his voice. He holds his drawing up so you can see.

“Oh, Yuji! This is–” You pause to take in the drawing. The background mimics the mural that’s painted in his room. You recognize his figure, with bright pink representing his hair. Emotion clogs your throat when you see that he’s drawn himself hand in hand with a figure that you think is yourself. The drawing looks a little scary, but it's so sweet that you can’t take offense. 

“This is wonderful, Yuji, I love it! Wow, you’ve captured my spirit so well!” He grins at your praise. You notice another figure in the background hidden behind…jail bars? 

“Who’s that?” You ask, worried that it might be Sukuna scaring the boy again.

“It’s Nanamin. I drew him in his celery job.” You press your hand to your mouth to hold back a laugh and study the drawn version of your friend.

Yuji continues his explanation. “See, we’re going to save him! Can we see him soon?” He asks shyly.

You run your hand over his hair. “I’ll ask him, okay? Here, let me show him your amazing art, so he knows how much we miss him.”

you: your friend misses you

you: saving you from work is what makes him happiest

Nanami: Wow.

Nanami: He made the drawing look just like you.

you: oh fuck off

you: would you like to come over for dinner?

you: yuji reeeally misses you

Nanami: Just Yuji?

you: yes

Nanami: Oh really?

you: okay maybe we both miss you

Nanami: How about this Friday? I’ll actually be off of work at a reasonable hour.

you: yayyy!

you: is there anything specific you want to eat?

Nanami: Everything you make is delicious

you: wow, a man after my own heart

Nanami: …

Nanami: I’ll see you on Friday.

you: see you thennn :)

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Since school lets out early on Fridays, you take Yuji with you to go grocery shopping for tonight’s dinner. Yuji helps you pick out everything from the grocery list from his seat in the shopping cart. 

The last thing you expect is the rough call of your name.

When you look up from the tomatoes that you’re looking over, your stomach drops at the sight of your ex-fiancé. His eyes flicker between you and Yuji, and you can see the disgust settling on his face. 

“You can’t be serious,” he says, and you cringe at the way his voice rises.

“Takuya.” You do your best to stay civil when you acknowledge him, but it feels more like calming a rabid animal. Not a lot has changed, then.

“No, it’s fine,” he turns as if to walk away, but of course he can’t walk away. He’s never been able to do that, except to walk away from your relationship nearly two years ago. “It’s just…you had all that shit to say, but now you’re walkin’ around with a kid. He's—what—five? Are you serious? Are you fucking serious?”

You place a comforting hand over Yuji’s arm and turn the cart so that your entire body is blocking Takuya’s view of Yuji. “Watch your language. You don’t get to act like this when you don’t know anything about the situation. But I guess it never matters, not when you always make up your mind before I speak a single word.”

He takes a step closer. “It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. You cheated, didn’t you? You hid this bastard kid and you blamed everything on me so that you could start fresh. It wasn’t fucking health issues, you killed my baby.”

He's all up in your face now, pointing an accusing finger at you. You’re not intimidated by him, you’ve never been thanks to the power you know is thrumming underneath your skin. 

But Yuji whimpers, “Mama?”

You blink at the new title, looking back at the little boy. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he stares at Takuya with a curl at his lip. Sukuna’s eye twitches from its spot on his face. You maneuver your shopping cart away from Takuya.

“Don’t ever speak to me again. I won’t tolerate any of your insecure spiraling,” you tell him firmly, before disappearing down an aisle and heading straight to the check-out queue. 

You pay and leave as quickly as you can, and you notice Yuji’s concern as you clip him into his booster seat. You tap his nose to get his attention. “Hey, don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’d never let him—or anyone—hurt you.”

But of course, Yuji brings it up during dinner that evening to Nanami. The little tattletale drags out every excruciating detail of the encounter, talking about the scary man who screamed at you and tried to hurt you. You cringe as he somehow manages to make it sound worse than it actually was. You blame yourself for not shielding him from it better.

Nanami’s head snaps to you. “What?”

Your hand tightens around your fork as you push your food around your plate. You look over at Nanami and mouth, Later, staring pointedly at Yuji. His jaw clenches, but he nods.

After Yuji takes his bath and gets tucked into bed, you pour Nanami and yourself glasses of red wine and sit at the couch to unwind.

“What was Yuji talking about earlier?” Nanami wastes no time in asking. 

You sigh and take a long sip of wine. “We bumped into my ex at the store. Takuya and I…we didn’t end things in a good place. He blamed me for the whole relationship falling apart.” 

You down the rest of your wine and place the empty glass on the coffee table. You pull your knees up to your chest. “And…I guess he was right in a way.”

Nanami looks like he wants to argue, but he stays silent and lets you speak. You puff out a breath. “We found out we were pregnant a few months before he broke off the engagement. I was so happy. We both were. We were gonna have a little girl.” Your hand goes to your stomach instinctually.

“I–I didn’t know that my uterus was broken.” You spit the word out like it’s poison. “I lost the baby in the second month. I thought at first it was my curse technique, maybe it saw the fetus as a threat. But no, it was just genetics. So pathetic.”

Nanami has his arms around you and he’s wiping away tears you don’t remember shedding. “Don’t say that, sweetheart. You are not broken. And no matter what that asshole says, it is not your fault. I’m sorry that you had to go through it alone.”

You sniffle into his shoulder, pressing into his comforting hold. “It was so hard, not telling anyone. But I felt so weak, and I was too much of a coward to face any of you.”

Nanami pulls back to look at you. He cradles your cheek in his hand. “You are the strongest sorcerer and the strongest woman I have the pleasure of l– of knowing. A difficult situation does not make you weak.”

You let out a wet laugh. “Don’t let Gojo hear you say that.”

Nanami doesn’t hesitate. “It’s the truth. I’ll scream it from the rooftop so he can hear me if you like.”

You shake your head. “I just hate that Yuji had to hear all of it. Takuya saw him and he…he just exploded. I guess he assumed Yuji was biologically mine, and he figured that I lied about not being able to have kids so that I could break off the engagement without it being my fault. He scared Yuji really badly.”

Nanami's jaw tenses. “Did he lay a hand on either of you? Because I swear, I’ll–”

You shake your head. “No, I made sure he didn’t. Actually, I was more worried that Yuji would use Sukuna’s cursed energy to wipe him off the face of the earth. He–” you smile at the memory from earlier. “Yuji called me Mama. Can you believe it?”

You lay your head against Nanami’s chest. He pets the back of your head gently. “He really loves you.”

You lift your head to look at him. “He loves you too. It always feels so incomplete here without you. Like…like a piece of this puzzle is always missing when you’re not around.”

You notice then that your face is really close to Nanami’s. Your eyes drag from his lips up to his eyes, only to find him already staring at you. You lean forward a few centimeters, and that small bit of movement snaps Nanami out of his trance. He untangles your bodies quickly, clearing his throat. Your heart drops in disappointment, and you’re embarrassed that your desire made you act so irrationally that you would make him so uncomfortable. 

“We shouldn’t,” he says softly.

“Sorry,” you mutter, blinking rapidly. “I…I don’t know why I–” 

Nanami murmurs your name, but you absolutely cannot handle that right now, so you change course. You stand quickly and collect both of your empty wine glasses to leave in the sink for tomorrow. 

“I… I should go.” Nanami says, but he doesn’t move yet. 

You turn away from him so that you’re facing the sink. “You can stay the night. It’s well past midnight, and I know you’re no lightweight but you had a bit to drink earlier.”

He hesitated for a moment, but when you turn back around to face him, he nods in agreement. 

You think on autopilot. “The couch pulls out into a mattress, but you can have the bed if you want. I think Takuya left some sweats that might fit. I–I’ll go find those.”

Nanami calls your name, but you turn away. Coward. “Don’t, Ken.”

You find a pair of sweats and a t-shirt that looks large enough. You lay them on the pulled out mattress alongside a pillow and a thick blanket while Nanami is in the bathroom. You go to bed quickly after that, just taking a moment to check on Yuji in his bed. He’s fast asleep, and the sight of him helps you relax slightly.

The next morning, you opt to make pancakes for breakfast. Nanami joins you silently while you cook. He starts a pot of coffee and takes over cooking the turkey bacon and eggs while you cut fruit. Neither of you say a word.

You clean up the dishes in the sink while you wait for Yuji to wake up. Nanami dries while you sponge and wash. Once you’ve cleaned the last dish, he turns off the water and dries his hands on a towel before handing it to you. 

He whispers your name, in the honey-smooth way that he always does. Does he know that you’d do anything he asked with just a single word? His fingers tilt your chin so that you’re forced to look at him. His eyes flicker down and then back up to meet your own. He moves forward a centimeter before pausing and pulling back his hand slightly. 

Your heart jumps, and you frown. “You’re a cruel man, Kento.”

His thumb caresses your skin. “I…I’ve wanted you for so long, and I don’t want to ruin this balance. What if it doesn’t work out? How will it affect Yuji?”

“Kiss me,” you beg him, leaning forward to brush your nose against his jaw. “For once, don’t think, Ken. Please,” you whisper into his ear.

His hand cups your jaw firmly and he leans his head forward to mold his lips against yours, pressing deliciously into your desperate mouth. Your hand drags up his undercut, scraping your nails against the back of his head until your hand digs into his longer strands of hair. You feel his hands travel down until they wrap comfortably around your waist, as if they’re meant to fit there. 

He lifts you up suddenly onto the counter, causing you to laugh against his mouth. His large hands wrap around your knees, kneading up gently into the plush of your thighs. His nose travels from your rapidly rising and falling chest to your neck to the corner of your mouth, until he can press destinationless kisses anywhere he can reach.

“I’m leaving my job,” he mutters into your mouth.

You pull back to stare at him. “You’re…what?”

He dips his head into the crook of your neck. “I talked to Gojo about it. I’m going to be a sorcerer again.”

Your heart stutters, and even though you know Nanami is more than capable of doing so, you can’t help but worry for him. “Oh? Why now?”

“I want to be around more, and I want to protect you and Yuji. I hate sorcery as much as I hate being a salaryman, but at least I’ll be able to help people more than I do now.”

You drag your hands through his hair, watching him shut his eyes and tilt his head back. You hum, staring down at him. “Hm. I can get used to seeing you here all the time.”

He peels his eyes open and stares at you through lidded eyes. There’s a soft smile on his face. “Yeah?”

You laugh giddily, holding his cheeks between your hands. “How could this ever ruin us?”

He hums. “Right as always, dear.”

“Mama?” You pull your face away from Nanami quickly.

Yuji is standing in the kitchen’s doorway, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. Nanami helps you down off the counter without a word. You meet Yuji halfway, lifting him up and swinging him around happily. Nanami places the plates of food at the center of the table.

“Yujiii! Look at the funny face me and Nanamin made for you out of pancakes and fruit!”

You sit him into his seat, watching his face light up in delight at the plate Nanami places in front of him. 

He gives each of you a look of suspicion, narrowing his eyes. “Does that mean you’re gonna get married now?”

You stutter. “Yuji!”

He looks at you bashfully. “Gojo-san said you’re gonna be married soon.”

You sigh. “Oh, honey. Gojo likes to tease us all a lot, hm?”

Yuji pouts and grasps your hand. “Oh, please marry Nanamin, Mama. Please, please, please.”

You laugh, glancing over at nanami who shares your mirth. “Maybe one day, Yuji.”

He cheers and looks over at Nanami. “And then can I call you Papa?”

Nanami looks stunned. He looks to you for guidance, and you smile encouragingly. He places his hand on Yuji's shoulder gently. “If you like, Yuji-kun. You can call me Papa whenever you like.”

Yuji grins, showing off his gap-tooth smile. He lifts his hands in the air. “Pa-pa-min! Pa-pa-min!”

Nanami’s hand covers your own through the rest of the meal, refusing to lose contact with you for even a moment. It takes almost a full minute of feeling his touch against the back of your hand to notice that he’s absent-mindedly rubbing his thumb along your finger right where a wedding ring would be.

You sigh, happier than ever. Yeah, you can get used to this kind of life.

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[riverbends]

something something pope cody spots broke single mom reader in a grocery store and he can’t help but watch from around the corner of an aisle as you regrettably tell your kid that you can’t afford to get whatever they’re asking for because you’ve already stocked up on necessities that have reached your budget. for pope, the pout on your kid’s face is only secondary to the anguish that’s written all over yours. the urge to aid, to assuage, is a driving force within him - one that he only recognises when he sees you frown in defeat. the way you comb your fingers through your baby’s hair, trying to comfort them, kinda has him feeling weak and gut-punched. is anybody taking care of you? someone has to. he’s already taken note of the prized item that you don’t have enough to pay for and he’s gone before you can even notice he was watching in the first place.

but then you’re in the parking lot with your kid who’s sighing and pouting as you’re loading the groceries into the trunk of your ancient, half-dead sedan when a strange man rocks up next to you with his own bag of groceries. looks like he’s never smiled a day in his life. doesn’t introduce himself, doesn’t really say anything at all, but he’s handing your kid whatever they were begging you for in the store and they beam up at him like he just gifted them the fucking world. you, on the other hand, are a little sceptical because how did he notice? where on earth did he come from? why is he so eerily quiet? you can only resort to smiling at him and, to your surprise (and your delight), the corner of his mouth just barely quirks up. a little crooked. it warms you. “what do you say to the nice man?” you ask your kid, and they promptly drag out a well-rehearsed ‘thaaaank youuu’. the man nods once. and then he’s on his way, disappearing from view. weeks later, you’ve only just recently caught onto the recurring appearance of a bulky black pickup with tinted windows parked opposite your neighbour’s house. hm. that’s odd.

(update: i decided to continue this here)

[rosemarytrash]

THAAAANKS for watching the stream ❤❤❤❤❤

[amostimprobabledream]

Dating Gojo headcanons (SFW + NSFW)

For my bestie's birthday - happy birthday, bitch!

He texts you non-fucking-stop. He's always glued to that damn phone of his and he likes to send you the most ridiculous messages. He'll voice note you too, often when he's busy, so you get this stream-of-consciousness style of communication while he's multitasking:

"Heeeeeey, babe, I'm at the kikifuku place and it's so - oh, another iced tea, thaaaanks! - mmh, ish sho goof! -chomping noises- Anyway I'll be over at 5pm, and - ahahaha! Sure, you can take my photo! - see yaaaa!"

Remember how he stopped his fight with Jogo to go grab Yuji to show off how to kill curses to his student? Yeah, he does the same thing with you as well. It never worries him you could get caught in the crossfire. After all, he's the strongest, he wouldn't let that happen! He laughs at you for being dizzy after he's finished the fight.

I think for a first date he takes you somewhere fun like an amusement park. Sure, he could do the classic wining and dining thing, but in his experience it's intimidating to first dates to suddenly be dragged to a five star restaurant with a lot of etiquette rules. And he's not the stuffy, formal type himself and he doesn't want to pretend that he is. Instead he likes taking you places you might not have experienced before and let your guard down - dating 'the strongest' is a lot of pressure to put on your best face but he doesn't want that.

He has no concept of personal space. He'll poke you when he wants attention, sandwich you to his side by looping an arm around you, squish your face, hand on your shoulder, he'll pick you up, etc. If you're someone who hates being touched it might take him a while to adjust to it, he's used to doing as he pleases.

So. many. pet. names. It's rare for Gojo to call you your own name when things like "Sweetie pie" "Cutie" "Babe", etc, exist. The more you ignore him, the louder and more ridiculous the pet names get. Also he talks to you in baby talk sometimes, mostly because he thinks it's funny when you get annoyed/embarrassed and tell him to knock it off. He'll be like, "Aww, your pretty face is so cute when you're all flustered~"

Gojo is filthy, stinking rich, so he also likes to spoil you by taking you out shopping on his family's dime and buying you everything your greedy little heart desires. Remember when he paid Mei Mei like 10 million yen like it was nothing? And yes, he does think it's outrageously hot to pick out your underwear and then have you wear it for him the next day. If you flash him your bra or your underwear when he's working he might just keel over. He loves the forbidden and might drag you into a cupboard for a quickie.

He likes it when you cook for him - even if it's something as simple as some noodles, he's still happy to have something you prepared especially for him. You start getting used to just carrying candy around with you because he has an incurable sweet tooth.

NSFW:

He likes to take you to improbable places and fuck. You know when he's standing on top of that really tall building in the opening, smirking all smugly? Yeah, like that. It pleases him to flout the strict social rules of Japanese society, and there's a special kind of high in doing it so far up in the air.

Those fingers are SIX INCHES LONG and BOY does he put them to good use. He especially likes touching you when you're chilling at him and his hands will start sliding into your pants/up your skirt and doing their magic. He's good with them too, just like everything else he does.

It is very tempting to gag this man because he never shuts up, and in the bedroom is no exception. He'll talk you through it til the cows come home: "Oh, yeah, just like that, baby. Fuck, yeah, keep going, you're doing so good for me…"

He habitually overstimulates you by nature - this man has incredible stamina and he loves watching you completely come undone beneath him and your breathy pleading for him to slow down. He teases you about it too, groaning and asking if his cock is just too much for poor little you to take. He's such an asshole. <3

Gojo loves aftercare too. He'll bring you snacks (tossing them at your head), help you get to the bathroom to wash up and spend ages spooning after that. He loves it when he puts his head in your lap and you comb your fingers through his hair. It's nice to have someone take care of him for a change.

[distortionmewtwo]

I liked UV’s design when you mentioned making them, *checks watch* over a year ago now I think, and casually watching UV and their world be created was very fun ;]

I said it then and I say it now, this has always been one of my favourite lil blogs in the commewnity uwu

Phlurrs, if I remember correctly, you actually helped me the most while I was struggling with his design! You are in that way pivotal to what Ultraviolet has become and I'm very grateful for that qwq Thaaaank you,,,, I'm honored to be a favorite qwq

Also you didn't include a REF, how DARE YOU, but it's okay, because I yoinked someone anyway <3

[scrapyardboyfriends]

Hey Jenny!!! Happy to see you on my dash again. I have a few (irrelevant) questions for you, so I hope you don't mind:

What stupid way did Harriet die?

What happened to Jamie King?

Why is Joe in a wheelchair?

Where have Mattie and Amy gone?

What happened to Elliot 2.0?

Is April still missing?

Are Rhonda, Laurel, Nicola, Jimmy, and Vanessa still around?

When did Mack & Charity marry?

Where is that new cafe place and when did that happen?

I think I've thought of everything for now. Thaaaanks xxx

Hello!

Alright let's see...buckle up...this is a lot.

So I couldn't quite remember how it all happened so I went back and watched the scene and god it's worse than I remembered. Haha. So Harriet, Kim and Will were in some kind of love triangle but it was Kim and Will's wedding day but then the storm happens and I think they were all out looking for Amelia cause she was in labor. I didn't rewatch that much of it. But Harriet's on a quad bike and a tree falls randomly in her path and she swerves off the path and falls and then the wind lifts the quad bike into the air and it ends up crushing her. But then Kim finds her (she's out on horseback) and she drags her to safety but then Kim is going to go for help but her horse runs off and we get a very convincing "NOOOOO" from Kim and then I think the quad bike is struck by lightning, hard to tell, and the explosion is what kills Harriet. It's so silly. And then her funeral was off screen because her death was upstaged by Faith and Liv's.

I assume you mean Jamie Tate. And umm...gosh this is testing my memory. So he definitely went off the rails. He and Gabby had a two second thing that resulted in Thomas. He wasn't interested in her at all and was going after Dawn instead. He was fighting with Kim a lot over not wanting to be involved with the baby. He was poisoning her whiskey, which is just what every home farm scheme involves apparently and then she found out and faked her death and then later to get out of eloping with Gabby, he drove off and crashed his car and faked his own death and then Andrea was killed by Meena and we saw he'd been living with Andrea's mom and that's how he got Millie back from Kim but then he ended up pushing Andrea's mom down the stairs and leaving Millie behind and going on the run. I don't remember why exactly. I think they were onto the fact that he was alive. Joe apparently made friends with him off screen but I guess he didn't try and steal his kidney?? Haha

Joe is in a wheelchair because everyone found out he was a kidney thief and accidentally got three people killed in the limo crash and said mean things to a 9 year old so he got pushed out a window. Turns out it was by Dawn who he was having an affair with and because he's still in love with her for reasons unknown, he told the police he slipped and fell and so it was a whole lot of pointlessness for nothing. But now he has a shattered pelvis.

So...this one I'm still bitter about. Matty and Amy got married and were barely on screen as usual but then they were about to give them a potential adoption story when they decided to kill Amy off in the limo crash. Matty got like two episodes of grieving before he was unceremoniously shoved off screen again. Also Amy saw Nate's body in the lake and tried to tell Matty but couldn't quite explain enough and then she died. So...who knows what the purpose of that was other than the audience finding out Nate was in the lake all the way back in february.

I assume you mean Ellis and not Elliot, Jimmy and Nicola's kid, who still barely exists. Umm...so he was mostly a really boring version of Ellis and then there was the whole incident with Matthew and Isobel on set where allegedly he reported them for mimicking an accent but Matthew finally got to speak about it and said they were reenacting a scene from a film. I don't know but Aaron Anthony quit and left before they came back following their suspension while an investigation had been conducted. It was a whole thing.

April is not still missing. I never watched the actual episode but she was apparently just arbitrarily living on the street for however long she was gone cause she'd gotten herself pregnant and was afraid to tell her parents, which is silly cause I'm sure they would have been there for her. But she had the baby on the streets and it was stillborn. And then she got found? Not totally sure but now she's kind of had a personality transplant and she's constantly angry at Marlon for not trusting her.

Rhona, Laurel, Nicola, Jimmy and Vanessa are still around. Rhona is with Marlon. They got married a couple years ago after Marlon had his stroke. They have a new baby named Ivy that is Rhona's biologically because her ex husband stole her eggs/embryos and implanted them in his new wife who then of course died during childbirth. I largely avoided watching this travesty and now the baby is locked tightly in the kiddie cupboard so I don't know what the point of it all was. Nicola and Jimmy are still together. Jimmy's barely been on screen this year, which is sad. Nicola owns part of the cafe and the B&B. I really don't know what happened to the haulage. My viewership has some gaps. Laurel barely exists right now. She and Jai sadly broke up over dumb things. Last we saw of her, she thought she'd killed Anthony because she had hit him over the head and then he disappeared cause Aaron beat him up and Ruby killed him. Vanessa was mostly dating Suzy off screen and being pretty irrelevant until they killed Suzy in the limo crash and revealed she's secretly been in love with Mary, Rhona's mum. And then she yelled about that for too long. Now she's being Sarah's confidant in her ivf story.

Mack and Charity got married around April 2023 in the middle of their own hell plot but worse. Basically, Charity got pregnant and Mack was like "keep the baby I've decided i really want kids now" and then she lost the baby and Mack was like "try again now!" and she didn't want to so they argued, broke up and he slept with Chloe (who was Sarah's heart donor's sister...her backstory is wild, she's also Kerry's secret daughter). So of course Chloe got pregnant. Mack didn't tell Charity, they got back together, at one point pregnant Chloe was living with them because Charity took pity on her. Everyone came out terribly in this story. They got married while she was giving birth. Then Charity found out and kicked Mack out and he ended up living with Chloe and trying to date her so they could be a little family with Reuben. It was terrible. Then the three of them got into a ridiculous car crash and Mack saved Charity first. So he and Chloe ended their farce and Mack and Charity got back together eventually and Chloe eventually left with Reuben and now Mack never sees his kid and he and Charity barely interact. It's very silly.

The new cafe is called the Hide. It's part of the HOP (Hawksford Outdoor Pursuits), which is a company that Kim started after the Sharma Sweets factory went out of business. It's the dumbest business though because other than Kayak boy once upon a time, we never see anyone work there other than at the cafe that they treat like some kind of fine dining establishment, which is also ridiculous. I think Gabby technically owns it now. Vic works there and so does Matty and Laurel is the manager I think.

[dancing-dawn]

What are some songs that always make you think of sskk when you listen to them? :>

Oooooh easy one! I have so many!!

(yes im linking everything on yt so y'all can listen at ease and cry with me)

London After Midnight - Sacrifice

[ @gothicmatter we know it we love it we are very very normal about it :> ]

8 Graves - Teeth

[ I LOVE THIS SONG TO SHREDS!!! Pls do yourself a favor and watch this SSKK AMV with it thaaaank you ]

hollywood ending - not another song about love but actually just listen to the whole playlist because!!

ok we're about to get classy here with the red themed ones:

Alkan 12 Etudes in all Major Keys, Op.35 - No.10 Chant d'amour - Chant de mort

[ fully blaming Kat for this one too because we are very very normal :3333333 ]

PREP - Who's Got You Singing Again

[ this is the fault of a carefully and lovingly crafted sskk playlist by the author of "yokohama bay hotel" which btw is one of my favourite fics so mark that down; the amount of times I've danced in my kitchen to that i swear ]

Iori Kanzaki - あの夏が飽和する

[ legacy of another very sad very heartbreaking read at your own discretion fic </3 ]

Fleet Foxes - Drops in the River

[ same aforementioned playlist, this to me is just Atsushi singing, straight up ]

Conan Gray - Fight or Flight

[ it's just them ok it's them I've already stated my case on that one <3 ]

Michael Schulte - Falling Apart

[ tptp save me tptp if yk yk i shall not elaborate :') unless... ]

LP - Lost On You

[ nGHHnjfjJkKLLlL also this teeechnically also makes me think of odazai but shhhhhhhhhh i love it too much not to mention ]

[queerheadcanoncentral]

hi hello pretty boy¡!

could I request headcanons of Dean Winchester with a touchy partner? (a boy preferably) but like really touchy only that really subtle

like knees touching when sitting together, head on his shoulder when he's doing something else, the little thumb thing when their hands are close, lots of "c'mere" and pulls him into a hug when no one's watching

but when Dean talks about it, his partner denies it and says that "no, I hate physical touch, you're crazy" or smt lik that

thaaaanks, love.

Touchy m! reader x Dean Winchester

CW: brief mention of drinking and one night stands, ONE swear word.

It came out a bit sad at the end but nothing too serious. Also not proof read just like all of my posts.

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Some people, when they first saw you, thought that you're an ass. Not because of what you said but, because of what you did.

When you were passing through a dinner, the waitress would notice that after you sat down, you would spread out and knee the (handsome) guy who was sitting next to you.

When ordering drinks at a bar, you would absentmindedly put your hand on the small of the guy's back that you were with.

They thought that either you were an ass to your friend, or you were an ass to your brother - with the second option being less likely as the two of you couldn't look any more different.

But the target of your “assholeness” didn't really care. In fact, Dean kind of liked it. It isn't something that he would admit to just anyone. You both were raised by your hunter fathers; you were taught to be used to no physical touch for months, years really, and more so to hate it.

It took Dean years to allow himself to enjoy the touch of someone else; about five years to not feel repulsed by a friend or an acquaintance grazing his arm accidentally. It took him even more to let himself enjoy it when done by someone pretty. Particularly a pretty boy.

It was similar in your case. After your father was killed during a hunt, you haven't touched anyone in a way other than a handshake or sex with random strangers, even then you weren't much of a cuddler.

But when you met Dean everything changed.

You met in some dingy bar and got to talking. It didn't take long for you to end up in his motel room with your tongue down his throat, his arms wrapped around you taking your shirt off. It seemed like after you were done you would just leave and never see him again… but alas a demon just had to burst into the room as you were getting dressed. With just your jeans on you reached for a bottle of holly water, that you always carried with you, before you could do that, the sound of a gunshot pierced the air and the demon was dead. You turned around to look at Dean and he was holding The Colt.

You talked with him for close to an hour before Sam knocked on the door, asking if he can come back in. That night you decided to join them and you started traveling with them around the country, following right behind them in your own car.

As time went on Dean would join you in your car more often, to the point that he was with you most of the time (which Sam didn't mind because now he got to pick his own music).

You never considered yourself a touchy person, you were closer to being touch repulsed more than anything. But Dean started to notice that on different hunts or in scary situations, whenever something jumped out on all of you, you would almost instinctively put your hand on his chest and slightly try to push him back.

Whenever he was hurt and needed stitches or just general patching up, you'd always offer to help. Every excuse to touch him was a good one for you, and him.

At first he didn't know how to feel about any of that. He was a bit uncomfortable at first but not because he hated it, but because he wasn't used to it. The more you stole little brushes against him, or bumping knees under the table, the more he liked it and leaned into it.

To him, you were very touchy. That's why when you guys started dating and sleeping in the same bed, he was surprised when you warned him that you weren't much of a cuddler but, as he came to find out, you were, just not consciously.

One night you, Dean, Sam, Cas and Jack were playing a drinking game where someone said a prompt like “who in the group is most likely to?” and everyone votes for one person who then has to take a shot or a sip of their drink(it's a trend that Jack saw online and really wanted to try). One of the prompts was “Who in the group is the most touchy?” and everyone instantly voted for you.

“What the fuck do you mean me?! I hate when people touch me!”

“Maybe, but your hands are always on Dean. It's like you're constantly making sure that he's not a ghost.” said Sam

“No I'm not” you barked back and turned to Dean for backup. He just looked under the table at your knees touching each other, yours being way more swayed towards him.

“Ugh, fine.” you said, begrudgingly taking a shot.

When you got back to your room Dean was quiet and clearly thinking about something deeply. “Why were you so defensive earlier with the whole being touchy thing?” he said, taking off his shirt to get ready for bed. That question stopped you in your tracks. You thought for a second and answered

“I don't know. Maybe because my dad wasn't ever really the hugging type of dad? I actually can't really think of the last time I was properly hugged. Heh, always managed to dodge the ones from Sam”. You were trying to break up the tension that was hanging around in the air but Dean walked up to you locking eyes and slowly raised his palm to cup your cheek, his other hand ending up on your bicep caressing it gently.

“Let me take care of you” was all he whispered and you nodded melting into his touch swallowing around a lump that started forming in your throat. You let yourself be guided towards the bed. He laid you both down with your head on his chest and your arms and legs tangled around each other.

It took you a few minutes to relax in his arms but, when you've done so tears started to fall from your eyes, you buried your face in his warmth and clung impossibly closer to him. It finally hit you that all those years of being so cold and so alone are now over. You don't have to take on life by yourself. Now you have Dean who will be there for you for better and for worse. You don't have to hold back, he's there to catch you.

You laid like that for close to an hour before you ran out of tears, he kept stroking your hair the whole time without a word. You looked up at him and he looked down at you. He brought his hand down from your hair to wipe away the tears from your cheek, you leaned up to press your lips against his and he reciprocated. It was long, gentle and filled with all the emotions that can't be put into words, the two of you enjoying each other's warmth and presence. You pulled away and said a simple “I love you”. That's all both of you needed: simple, easy, true.

You shifted yourself back down to his chest and your eyes fell close with exhaustion. Only after he felt your breathing slow down and become steady, he let himself fall asleep.

[lilithschosen]

I was gonna go anon but you know what? THIS IS A SAFE SPACE 😤

Rio titty fucking Agnes with Agnes' strap 💌🥺Please and thaaaanks!

😈

i admire your bravery and being so honest, good job beta :) here! i made this for you ♥️

"I have plans for this," Rio holds the black harness around her finger, staring down at Agatha on the bed. "I know you want it, but I want something more."

She slips the harness around her waist, tightening the straps simultaneously and wiggles her hips. The thick toy bobbles as she moves, the weighted sway of the silicone nearly bouncing off her bare thigh.

Agatha reaches toward it, wanting to pump the toy in her hand as she always does to herself but Rio stops her. She wags a finger in her face, tapping the back of her hand until Agatha pulls back.

Rio doesn't speak, instead throwing her legs over Agatha's torso until she's straddling her ribcage. Agatha's eyes narrow into slits as she tries to run through every possibility in her brain as to what Rio wanted.

Before the equations connect, Rio bends down and wraps her lips around one of Agatha's semi-hard, pink nipples. She gasps feeling Rio graze her teeth against the sensitive flesh while her other hand palms at the other one.

She tries to get a smart comment out, but only moans fall from her lips instead. Rio disconnects her mouth from Agatha's breast in a wet pop, a trail of saliva connecting her areola to Rio's tongue as she grins.

"I love your tits."

She squeezes both of them in her hands, feeling the fullness of them as she groans and rolls her hips forward. The toy slips perfectly between her breasts and Rio bites her lip.

The live wires of Agatha's brain spark before connecting.

"You wanna fuck my tits, huh?"

Rio nods, rolling her hips again. She pushes Agatha's tits together, surrounding the silicone as she moans shamelessly aloud. The image of the milky white skin smothering the dark purple toy, watching the head disappear at the bottom just below her tits and reappear at the top was bordering on pornographic.

Rio swirls her tongue in her mouth, gathering as much saliva as she can, before sticking her tongue out. She lets it fall, slowly dropping in a thick strand down onto the base of the toy. She slips the toy up between Agatha's chest again, hands gripping her tits now massaging them up and down on the toy to spread her spit.

"Jesus, Rio," Agatha breathes, hands in her hair as Rio thrusts up again. "Didn't expect you to be a tit girl."

Rio smirks, "I'm an Agatha Harkness girl, baby. I love every part of you, and want to fuck every part of you."

[rasolomonwrites]

Would love to read something where Armand is possessive of old Daniel, post-Dubai or during. You choose if Devil’s Minion happened or not :) thank you!

If you want some more input - maybe Daniel catches Armand staring at his scar in a ”strange” manner during the interview. Or Daniel cuts himself and Armand reaction is - strange? Thanks again! Loved your previous snippet!

Thaaaank. Here you go! I got mad into writing this and I feel so alive.

At first, Daniel thought he was imagining it, the unusual level of attention from the love of Louis' life.

But, as the days of the interview wore on and tensions rose, it became undeniable.

A glance here, a lingering gaze here, something definitely happened between them. Those haunted, mesmerizing, piercing eyes grew more cutting by the hour.

Fuck, it seemed like something was happening between them right now.

At first, Daniel had brushed it off as Armand being kind of a weirdo.

He probably just wasn't sure how to interact with mere mortals anymore, if he ever was in the first place.

After all, what would a sensually ethereal bordering-on ancient vampire want with an old man that was spending his last days shaking and hooked up to an IV?

Louis was waxing poetic about Lestat again and Daniel couldn't believe he was spending his last days like this.

It was a final gig which switched between the exhilaration of deadly discovery and the utter boredom of hearing Louis talk about what his half-murdered ex smelled like in the moonlight for the 86th time.

That feeling again, of being watched, of being hunted, distracted Daniel from his break in concentration. He managed to do the impossible.

He caught the vampire Armand off guard.

Those firey endless eyes were burning a hole right into his neck, to his scar, through long inky lashes.

Daniel felt every hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Terror and desire burned through his veins. He heard nothing over his own heart pounding, though he could see Louis continuing to speak.

He caught only the smallest flash of white‐ A FANG- the thought rang in his skull like an alarm and was enough to break the trance.

Suddenly the moment ended, almost like it had never started. His hands were shaking.

Armand looked at him fully composed from across the table, as if oblivious to their exchange.

Louis had stopped speaking. He propped a head on his chin, looking across the table at Daniel with concern.

"Daniel-" He began, only for Armand to interrupt.

"It's incredibly late for him, you probably tired him out. I don't think he's heard anything you've said in 20 minutes."

Daniel sighed and waited for his hands to calm before taking off his glasses and rubbing his temples. He wouldn't have to look at Armand if he couldn't see anything at all.

"It all gets recorded." He said, realizing that somehow not being able to see Armand properly only made things worse.

It seemed that somehow he was touching him without touching him, beyond vision the blurred lines of their bodies like a physical presence.

It felt of pure possession.

Daniel couldn't breathe.

"I think it's best that you rest." Said Louis.

Daniel bristled a little at being dismissed like a whiny kid in need of a nap, but he did want to get the fuck away from Armand long enough to figure out what the fuck had just happened.

He covered the scar on his neck with a hand, feeling strangely naked.

"Sure fellas, see you tomorrow night." Daniel ended the recording.

[if-you-mind]

ourggg finally laying down my mimd design? designs!? I like this freak if you couldn’t tell :]

OKAY bare with me Im gonna ramble…

took stuff from the cover design and the guy you see in the videos and Opals design yaaaaay thats about all I have to say bout the first two. second one has watch cause time n stuff woaaah!

Third one is just biblically accurate mimb. The creature…

LAST ONE comes from great discussion with my great friends inspired by real events. Anyways me n the gang think that if Mind doesn’t stick to his strict sleep schedule then he slowly descents into madness basically. Hands r like that from nail polish incident hehe. Lives off of his black coffee :3

heres a quick little doodle of the sleep deprived freak I made earlier and a version of the first image but with a white bg and black text under the cut! thaaaanks for listening

[natimiles]

CONGWATUWATIONS NATI ON DA FOLLOWER MILESTONE U DA BEST (I can't believe i can't add clown cat here smh not having media attatched to asks AHAHA) GIMME JUDE AND FINGERTIPS PLEASEY PLEASE

THAAAANK YOOOUUUU! 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 The cat was here and he’s in my heart 🤍🤍🤍

Now have your man being soft. I hope it breaks you (affectionate)

Jude + Fingertips

Words: 394

Tags: swearing; established relationship; no pronouns for reader.

It was an uncharacteristically quiet night. Jude didn’t have any missions or work, and you didn’t have any overdue reports to finish. You two hopped under the covers and he pulled you close. His hand automatically went to your head, caressing you while his blunt nails gently scratched your scalp. You sighed contentedly, and he closed his eyes, enjoying the peaceful moment.

Until he noticed you stirring and heard a thoughtful low hum leaving you. He learned not to ask; you’d say what you wanted as soon as you were ready. And he only had to wait a few seconds.

“Jude…” you called, uncertain.

“Yes, princess?”

“Do you... love me?”

“The fuck kinda question is that?” He pulled back to look into your eyes, a frown on his face. “‘Course I love ya”

“I... was just thinking…” You averted your eyes, looking down at your fingers absentmindedly fiddling with his shirt.

“I know,” he sighed, his hand going back to play with your hair.

He really did. Jude knew what it was like to have your mind plagued with doubtful thoughts. He’d be lying if he said he never had them, that he never thought you’d be better off with someone else; someone less dangerous who wouldn’t put you in harm’s way just because they loved you. But he was also a little selfish, and he knew he’d never give you up for anything in this world.

“Gimme yer left hand,” he asked in a whisper, holding out his hand between you.

You frowned in confusion and placed your hand over his. Jude smirked, and you didn’t even have time to ask what he was going to do; the next second he brought it close to his lips and bit your ring finger.

“Jude…!” You yelped but didn’t move.

Jude looked proudly at the mark around your finger and then right into your eyes, watching your reactions, amused by how speechless you seemed to be. His lips curved into a smile dedicated only to you, and he began to place soft kisses on your fingertips, starting with your ring finger and slowly making his way to every other one. You could only watch, mesmerized by the gentleness of his touch, the warmth of his love filling your heart.

“For now, I can make ya this promise. One for us, if that’s enough.”

“It’s perfect.”

Beneath The Milky Twilight ♥ Event Masterlist

[starrydaycare]

Hey doll! Do you mind an OMORI agere, with regressor Aubrey and caretaker Basil? Maybe when they were twelve! I headcanon her as a trauma regressor and only Basil, Mari and Sunny know. Also, with a late 90s aesthetic!

Thaaaank you for all the moodboards you make, they are all really good. (^^)

I can do that! Also, thank you (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

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🍀🩷Age regressor!RW Aubrey, CG!RW Basil, Pre-incident!

⚠️TW! Will contain mentions of alcoholism and neglect.

🩷Aubrey is a trauma regressor who most commonly regresses to somewhere between 5-7. Though if she had a bad day, she can regress younger! Despite her older age, she likes to use a pacifier and sippy cup for comfort reasons.

🍀She started regressing at around nine, but didn't really know what it was? She was really confused and scared the first time it happened, which was she stepped on some glass from an old bottle of her moms.

🩷She noticed that it continued happening, and for the longest time she thought that something bad was happening! So, eventually she gathered up the courage to tell Mari about it.

🍀Luckily, Mari knew exactly what it was. She was familiar with age regression, and explained to her that it was alright. The group didn't know exactly what Aubrey's home life was like, but they knew it wasn't very good. So Mari assumed it was likely due to whatever went on in Aubrey's house.

🩷Mari, as per Aubrey's wishes, promised not to tell anyone about her regression. And she kept that promise; though she assured her that no one in their group would judge her <3

🍀So she kept it a secret for a few years, until one fateful day at around twelve years old, she started feeling that familiar feeling which told her that she was regressing. Basil and Sunny were with her at the time, as Mari couldn't come (Piano lessons), Kel and Hero were both sick, so that left Sunny, Basil and Aubrey alone.

🩷Basil and Sunny could tell that something was up, but dudn't push it. They continued walking, noticing how Aubrey had been pretty quiet. Yeah. That quietness was her being regressed and attempting to hide it. Sunny recognized her regression after a moment, as he was also familiar with it! He told Aubrey that he knew, and she practically lit up like a light (/positive).

🍀Basil overheard them, and, much to her and Sunny's surprise, he also knew what it was. He was a little nervous, but wanted to help her! So they went over to the park, played a bit, and things just kinda went on from there.

🩷Basil became her primary caregiver, with Sunny and Mari babysitting at times. Basil really enjoys taking care of Aubrey when she's regressed! He was nervous and anxious at first, because he's never taken care of a kid before! But he did just fine, much to his relief.

🍀Basil likes to garden with Aubrey. He got her one of those kiddie garden sets, with kids gloves, kids outdoor toys, ect, and she likes to help him when regressed. She can't really do that much while regressed, but she can hand him stuff and watch! Often times she'll talk about her day to him, about her interests and everything. Basil loves listening to her, and gladly lets her help him.

🩷Basil's great at playing with her! He's not very good at sports, due to a lack of practice (and interest), but he'll play sports with her if she wants to do so! Most of the time they'll just color or go to the park. If the ice cream truck's outside, then they like to go get ice cream then play outside together! Aubrey likes playing with chalk and playing hopscotch. When it rains they'll either play inside, coloring and watching TV and playing with various kids toys that Mari and Sunny generously let her borrow, or they'll go outside and jump in the puddles!

🍀Aubrey opens up to Basil about her home life, how her mom isn't awake a lot unless she's drinking or working, how it's messy and smells bad... Basil helps her through it, holding her close and playing with her hair as she vents to him. He'll make sure she has her stuffed animals and anything else she may need. He's not the best cook, but can make her something yummy to snack on.

🩷Overall, Basil's a really good caregiver to Aubrey. They're very close, and Basil's always there for her.

🍀🩷🌻

[th0rnback]

I apologise in advance, this question has probably been asked before, but have you watched Hannibal? The series I mean? My friend made me watch the first episode yesterday and it gave me the same vibes as FOM (yes, that's a compliment that a TV series gave me the vibes of a fic, not the other way around)

Don't ever apologize, least of all to my dumb ass. 💖

But yeah! Its mentioned in my author notes early on methinks. Hannibal is such a good series (and the books).

You enjoying the series? I enjoyed it until the later seasons when I honestly didn't know wtf was going on at one point but just enjoyed Hannibal and Will being toxic buddies.

💗 thaaaanks

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