#ahs makes me giggle it is so special and precious to me

[mistysgardenn]

i will never shut up about how funny ahs is

[gojonanami]

❝ 𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ! ❞

❝ THEY TOOK YOU. SO SATORU GOJO DID THE ONLY REASONABLE THING — HE TOOK THEIR LIVES ! ❞

✧ pairing: gojo satoru x sorcerer!reader

✧ summary: satoru gojo rarely loses his cool. except when it comes to you. so when you get taken and found hurt, he takes matters into his own hands to find out who did it and make them pay.

✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, canon compliant, feral gojo, acts of violence, reader gets kidnapped and attacked, gojo goes insane, gojo clan sucks, higher ups get asses best, yaga and Ijichi featured, dom!gojo, breeding kink, dirty talk, oral (f), fingering (f! receiving), sex (p in v), creampie, implied multiple rounds, swearing,

✧ w/c: 8,446

The worst mistake Satoru Gojo ever made that morning was to get out of bed.

If he had just stayed in bed that morning, turned his cellphone on silent, and basked in the warmth of the soft comforter you had picked out (even as you balked at the exorbitant price) and especially in the warmth of your embrace — the one place where it felt as if it was okay to be himself, just him.

And now it was just him.

Because you were gone.

When his phone rang that morning, your lips had been against his, indulging in a lazy morning tryst because for once, Satoru had been off duty — or he was supposed to be off duty. Your gaze had been the ones to stir him from sleep, as even in the embrace of sleep he couldn’t resist you or your adoring eyes — the very same he held more precious than his own.

“I didn’t even say anything, how did you wake up?” And his lips curl at your slight frown, his fingers brushing over the curve of your cheek.

“Thought my pretty wife was admiring my beauty while I slept so I had to wake up to the same,” and he’s leaning over to press lazy kisses along your jaw.

“Did you just call yourself beautiful?” You snort, and he grins, before falling into a playful pout.

“My own wife doesn’t think her husband’s beautiful?” And you’re rolling your eyes, before rolling over on top of him, your body only covered by the black t-shirt you had stolen from him last night, a small groan as he felt your very bare thighs brush against his boxers.

You were a goddess — your smile ethereal in the sunlight streaming in from the window as you leaned over him, and he was willing to worship all his life at your altar, if you would only give him a brush of your lips.

“Of course I think you’re beautiful, I’m the one always saying that anyway,” your lips brush his chastely, far too quick and teasing, “I was just imagining what Nanami would say if he heard that,”

“Oh? And what’s that, sweetheart?”

“He would say the size of your ego is becoming a threat to Earth’s atmosphere,” and Satoru raises an eyebrow.

“And my darling wife would disagree, right?” and you look away, biting back a smile, “eh? You’d let him say such heinous things about me?”

“It’s not heinous if it’s true—“ you gasp, and he’s flipped you on your back, pressing his lips to yours to swallow your words, along with your giggles, as you break free, “Toru! Ah—“ and he nibbles at your neck, “hey!”

“You have to pay for the consequences of your actions, baby, what kind of sensei would I be?” And you’re rolling your eyes.

“I’m not your student, ngh,” you’re gasping as his teeth sinks into your neck, “if anything, I’m the one reigning you in,”

“Well then,” he chuckled in his words, as his fingers trace your jaw, “I’ll have to show you how far your student has come then,” and his lips only brush yours, when his phone rings.

“Baby,” you sigh, and he’s glancing at the phone, a sigh on his lips, as he reaches for the phone, sneaking a glance at you, before he picks up.

You press sweet kisses to his chest as you hear the faint murmur of Yaga’s voice through the phone, hearing reports of the special grades they’ve been tracking, “Old man, this is the first day off I’ve taken off in so looooong,” and he holds the phone away from his ear until Yaga’s screams fade, “fine, fine, send Ijichi,” he hangs up while Yaga was still mid-yell, tossing his phone on the bedside table with a sigh, “sweetheart,”

“I know,” you cup his cheek, his lips in a pout not made for the strongest sorcerer, but for your Satoru, “I’ll be here when you come back — waiting very impatiently,” and he chuckles, his lips finding yours.

“How’d I get so lucky to have such an understanding wife?” And your lips curl.

“You annoyed her into falling in love,” and he gapes at you as you giggle, until he’s got you pinned underneath him yet again, “what? It’s true!”

“Then I’ll have to annoy you some more, just to make sure,” and he’s finding you in another kiss, until his devilish fingers run down your sides, beginning their assault on the spots that made you laugh the most.

You pulled your lips from his, squealing, “Nooooo! Satoru, stop!” you tried to push him off from tickling you, but he was the strongest for a reason—a reason you usually were very grateful for, but not right now. And finally he relented, as you gasped and chuckled still, lips in the most adorable pout, “you’ll pay for that,”

“Oh really? How’s that, wifey?” and you kiss his lips chastely, barely a brush, as you cross your arms, fighting back a smile.

“That’s the only goodbye kiss you get,” and he gasps, clutching his chest dramatically, before that smirk of his returns, “and you try to steal one and I’m making you sleep on the couch,” And he pouts, before you press a longer kiss to his lips, “you’re lucky I love you,”

Satoru grinned, “I know.”’

Yeah, he should have never gotten out of bed.

“Where is she?” For once, Satoru’s words were devoid of humor, the laughter and happiness sapped from his very essence the moment he had heard. The moment he had felt your cursed energy waver. All this time, Satoru’s eyes had been focused on the outline of your soul, no matter where he was, because you were always the one thing he wanted to come home to — that he needed to.

“I don’t know Satoru, that’s why I had called you,” Yaga runs his fingers through his hair, “goddamnit,” he swore, scrubbing a hand down his face, “the mission came from the higher ups, they wouldn’t give me the specifics, but they said it was confidential—“

“I don’t care for the details right now, do we know anything about where she is?” Satoru keeps his words carefully measured, muscles wound taut, the only thing keeping him from using blue to destroy Jujutsu Tech in one fell swoop was the thought of you, “did she tell you anything else—“

And Ijichi bursts in, brow furrowed, “Gojo, we have a lead.”

~~~

Was this how it would end?

You knew it was in your fate to die, eventually. A wretched cycle that all of you were forced to live. An endless baton pass that always ended with the last runner dying — nothing but a pile of corpses left behind and to look back on.

And it would almost be a relief, a blessing to finally be done — if it wasn’t for Satoru.

You knew he would blame himself for this. He always blamed himself. Blamed himself when he couldn’t beat Toji. Blamed himself when he couldn’t save Riko. Blamed himself when he couldn’t save Geto. Because he was the strongest, and that meant he should be able to solve everyone’s problems — do everything no one else can do, be everywhere at once, and never fail.

Never. And yet, that’s not what the sleepless nights he spent working told you. It only told you that jujutsu would take everything from him, if he let it, and he would let it, if only that meant he could do more good.

And he was so good. Even if he didn’t see it — you could almost feel the lingering warmth of his embrace this morning, the wide grin on his lips as he peppered kisses down your neck, and the soft gaze of blues made of affection just for you — you would always see it for him.

You don’t see the curse coming, your vision blurred from the last strike. The crack of your bones barely registers in your ears, the curse presses you into the wall, claws pressed to your throat, drawing blood to run down your neck.

“Now, now, we can’t kill her, at least not yet,” a voice calls out, “we were given strict orders to wait,”

The curse’s growl reverberated across your skin, a desperate growl deep in its chest, the string of control being pulled taut, as its black nails dig deeper into your side, until it dropped you onto the ground like a rag doll.

Your body ached only for moments before it was chased away by numbness. And you could only wonder if this was how they felt? Riko, Haibara, Geto, all the others you watched die — was this the pain they felt? The ache of muscles that they could no longer feel, the sticky wetness of blood that seeped from their unknowing bodies, and the cold thst crept up from the tips of your toes.

You wanted it to stop. You wanted to stop. But each time you felt the tug of the other side, you couldn’t let go. You couldn’t. Not when Satoru needed you.

Your eyes burn with tears. And you needed him.

~~~

“Where is she?” The same question was ringing in Satoru’s head over and over since he had heard.

Candle wicks trembled with fear, casting shadows on the wall that shivered in the presence of the man before them. The papered panels was all that stood between him and these old men — the very same that played with the lives of many day in and day out. It would be far too easy to kill them all — in fact, it would barely take any effort at all with his cursed technique.

But he wouldn’t allow them the warm embrace of an instant death.

“Such insolence — how dare you enter this place and speak—“

“You ought to be thanking me,” his power sparked in the glint of his eyes, the glow of the lit wicks catching in the hard blues, “for not bashing your skulls in and ripping your hearts from your chests from the moment I entered,”

A silence swept over the room, another voice speaking, “Gojo—“

“The next words out of your mouth better be an answer because I don’t want to ask again,” his voice fills the silence in the room, only broken by the sounds of the candles crackle, “where is she?”

“We cannot disclose where—“ there’s a loud crack, the splintering of wood and the wet squelch of flesh and blood, and a cold breeze swept through the room, the candles going out.

Satoru’s fingers dug into the soft flesh of his neck, forcing the broken floorboards digging into his wrinkled skin, “I said I want an answer, do you think I would think twice about killing any of you?”

There’s a pause and the silence is only filled by the sound of gore dripping down the paper screens and hitting the floor.

“The only reason I haven’t yet was there was no point to it — no meaning,” and he could see you this morning, his lips curled for you, a strangled choking noise leaving his throat as the pads of his fingers squeezed around his neck, “but now I have every reason to, so tell me before I lose my patience,”

A silence fills the room again, until one of them speaks, “Let him go, and we’ll tell you.”

~~~

“Who do you work for?” the words come out strangled, your fingers bunching up your soaked fabric and pressing it to the gash on your stomach, “why did you bring me here?” You force yourself not to give them the satisfaction of a flinch.

“Do you really think it would be that simple to get me to reveal the reason, jujutsu sorcerer?” you hear a distant laugh, “we have our reasons, isn’t that simple enough? Or rather—”

His footsteps clapped against the floor, your head wrenched upwards, as a small yelp escapes your lips, “does it matter when you’re going to die either way?”

And you grit your teeth, before spitting on his face, half blood, half saliva, “At least I don’t have to live a life as pathetic as yours,” his fingers squeeze at your chin, your jaw aching under his grasp.

“Pathetic?” He wipes his face with the sleeve of his shirt before, throwing you to the floor, body screaming in pain, but you refuse to show weakness, even as tears burn at your tear ducts, “And yet, I’m not the one bloodied and battered and two inches from death, bitch,” he scoffs, muttering, “I can see why they ordered us to kill you now, who would want someone like you around?”

“Now I’m listening, who gave you those orders?” Another voice says from behind him. The man freezes, while you lift your head, a small smile on your lips, “are you hard of hearing or just plain stupid? Well, I don’t really need to even ask that, do I?”

He was shrouded in shadow, but you didn’t need to see him to know it was him — especially as he tugged his blindfold down with two fingers, blue eyes devoid of any humor or joy, and instead only with hatred.

“Satoru Gojo,” the voice left the man’s lips slowly, but before he could react, the special grade curse that had held you was barreling towards him in a moment, before Satoru held it at bay with his infinity, the other curses following suit — how many did this curse user have in the room with him? Three? No more like five or six, but even so — you scoffed under your breath, it wouldn’t matter, “No, you idiots! Don’t—”

And in a moment, they are eviscerated — held back by his infinity, deep seeded growls and roars leaving their lips, “c’mon now, is this the best you can do? I was expecting more from those bold enough to take my wife, but I guess I expected too much,” he sighs, before he lifts one hand, “Cursed Technique Amplification, Blue,”

You barely can make out the screams from one another, the splatter of their essence raining down from above, until you hear footsteps rushing towards you, and you’re hauled to your feet, pressed against the cursed user, his hand around your neck.

“One more move, and I break her neck,” Satoru landed below with ease, his gaze raised until he met yours, and you saw it soften for you — a silent question of ‘are you okay?’ and your nod and a forced smile that told him you were okay enough.

“You can try,” his words were slow and measured, just as his steps towards you were, “but I don’t think you understand who you are dealing with,”

He tensed, fingers digging into your neck, “I know perfectly well who you are, Satoru Gojo, and I am not afraid to die by your hand for this,”

Satoru’s lips curled, “I wasn’t talking about me,”

The kidnapper’s eyes narrowed, “What?”

And you jabbed at his knee, the bone splintering under your force, but you barely hear the snap or his scream because of the blood roaring in your ears. You don’t spare a second before slamming your other hand into his head, nose breaking from your fist, blood splattering across your arm. You ready yourself for another move, before you felt him ripped away from you, a strong arm around you to steady you.

“It’s okay, I got you, sweetheart, it’s okay,” Satoru murmured, soft words meant to soothe you, as his body envelops your tense muscles, until you finally relax into his arms. Your eyes burned with tears, as you looked up at him, before your eyes slid to the kidnapper, Satoru’s hand around his throat.

“I knew you’d come for me, Toru,” you whispered, grasping onto the front of his jacket, “I knew you would,”

“I always will,” and his eyes turned to the man, voice even, “should I kill him once I’m done questioning him?”

You know he means it.

“I don’t know,” you reply, fingers curling as you pressed your face against his chest, “but I don’t want you to have blood on your hands, not for me,”

“It wouldn’t be for you. It would be for me,” he says softly, “but we can discuss it later,” and then others began to flood the scene, the sights and sounds feeling distant as your eyes drooped with exhaustion.

“Satoru, I’m—“ your voice broke, “I really tried—“

“Shh, you did great,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your head, as you finally succumbed to exhaustion, slumping over in his arms, “I’ll handle the rest.”

~~~

“You all must be wondering why I called this meeting,” Satoru said, standing at the head of the Gojo clan’s meeting room. It had been long since he had stood as the head, but far too short for his liking. He had discarded this part of his life as soon as he could, joining Jujutsu Tech without a second of hesitation, and continued to run the operations of his clan as an adult, behind the scenes.

But it seems he was too lax.

It had been a few weeks since the incident. You were asleep for a good day in and out while Shoko worked on you. She came out of your room, pulling off the surgical cap off her head, and Satoru got to his feet, as Shoko removed her gloves and mask, “She’s fine, Satoru,” and he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“How bad was it?” he asks, and she tilts her head, hands slipping into her pockets.

“Are you asking that to know how badly she was injured or so you can do worse to whoever did this?” Satoru shrugs, lips parting and she holds up a hand, “never mind, the less I know, the better,” she grabs your file and opens it, “most of her injuries related to cursed technique burn out — it seems whoever took her used curse spirits to attack her, she mentioned when she was conscious briefly that they didn’t control the curses, but they seemed to be able to work with them somehow,”

“More intelligent curses have been appearing since Yuji became Sukuna’s vessel,” Satoru murmured, but this wasn’t related to the asparagus special grade or volcano head. It was separate — it was personal.

“But all of this to take a first grade sorcerer, why?” and he shakes his head.

“It wasn’t for her — it was for me,” and that’s why they hadn’t killed you, “is she awake?”

Shoko sighed, “She should be waking up in a bit. She didn’t need much aside from some RCT treatment and stitches for the wounds she sustained,” she places a hand on his shoulder, “go see her, and try not to murder anyone until she wakes up,” she turns to leave, heels clicking.

“Wait,” Satoru stops her, and she pauses, “I need a favor.”

~~~

Satoru never liked hospitals. He hadn’t spent much time in them for actual injuries, because of his abilities. However, he spent far too much time inside medical facilities for the Gojo clan’s required medical check-ups. It was to ensure the future head’s health, he was told, but really, it was an excuse to make sure their cash cow would still give them milk.

Because that’s all he ever was — a pawn.

But he had long shed that role, tossed it from the board, when he had left for Jujutsu Tech. But even so, he lingered outside your room, some things still stuck. Especially when he had new memories — of seeing his comrades dead bodies laid on cold metal slabs.

And would you have been another if he hadn’t made it in time?

Satoru shakes his head of his thoughts, and opens the door. You were still asleep. Tucked into the hospital bed, you looked so small somehow, fragile — two things he never saw you as. How could he have? When you were the one on his first day to greet him and then slap him when he had something pretentious or childish (neither of you remembered but you had insisted it was one or the other).

And he had never let you go after that. But now…he couldn’t even hold you.

The sharp beeps of the machine monitoring your vitals, connected by the tubes and wires that ran all over your body. He reaches for his blindfold so he can look at you, really look at you, but he can’t. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, nails digging into the soft of his palms,

But you were alive. You were alive. You were alive.

That’s what he had to tell himself as he drew closer to your side — no matter how you looked now, you were okay. And that’s what was most important.

“Are you going to brood by my bedside all day?” his gaze snaps to you, your eyes fluttering open still, still drooping and exhausted, but a soft smile on your lips, “Because hospitals are depressing enough, Toru,”

He chuckles, forcing his tears back and his voice to be event, “Sorry, sweetheart, I forgot to pull out the stops for you this time,” and his fingers find yours, lacing as they always did, but they felt so cold, “next time I’ll bring confetti, balloons, streamers, and I’ll serenade you even—”

You snort, “You may be the best at everything, but I know you’ll sing offkey on purpose just to piss off Shoko or anyone else that visits me,” and he laughs shakily, a sigh stuck in his throat.

He presses his forehead to yours, “I love you, so much, y’know that, yeah?”

“I love you too, so much, Toru,” you cup his cheeks, turning your head to press your lips to his hand, “thank you for saving me,”

“You saved yourself, I just cleaned up a little,” his lips find yours in a soft kiss, and your brow furrowed, “what? Are my kissing skills that bad?”

You roll your eyes, “No, but are you okay?” and he scoffs softly, shaking his head.

“You’re the one who got kidnapped and hurt, and you’re asking me if I’m—”

“Satoru, you asked me if you should murder that guy,” you tilted your head, “I know you’re not against killing if it’s necessary or deserved, but the way you said it, I got worried,”

“I’m fine, I just—” he cut off, “I just need to figure out who did this,” you squeeze his hand, “I have to,”

“Satoru—“

“I know you’re okay, but you don’t know how afraid I was that you wouldn’t be—“ he cuts off, “and it’s not just that,” his fingers curl around yours tighter, “it’s not just us we’ll have to worry about in the future. We’re already a family, but what will happen if someone targets you and our future kids?” He takes a shaky breath at the thought,

“I have to make an example.”

Your gaze grows sad, pressing a kiss to his lips, if only to ground him for a moment, “I know,” but you frown all the same, “but promise me, you won’t do anything stupid, ok?”

But he was far from stupid — but the people before him were as close as anyone could get.

“You all are aware of my wife’s attack a few weeks ago,” he said in measured words, swallowing the lump in his throat, “I’m here to tell you that she has succumbed to her wounds,” his voice wavered, breaking, “she’s gone,”

There were whispers and murmurs that swept over the room, all were silenced by the lift of a hand — one of the Gojo Clan elders, the geezer leader as he liked to call him.

“I’m sorry for your loss, Satoru,” he said, lips twisted in a fake frown, “we heard that your beloved wife passed from her injuries a week ago,”

“And yet, I see you’ve brought someone for me to meet,” his eyes slide to the woman dressed for a wedding rather than a meeting, “to what do I owe the pleasure?”

The woman’s painted lips kept in a neutral expression, her body so rigid he could have mistaken her as a statue if not for his six eyes, and her eyes refused to meet his.

“Satoru, I understand you are mourning, but we have to think of the future of the Gojo clan, and our future place in the Jujutsu world is only as secure as the next heir—“

“And so you thought to disrespect my wife by trying to marry your choice?” but their brows furrow as he begins to laugh, one that sends shivers down their backs.

The elders all gape at him, sharing looks, before turning back to him as his laughter finally settles into a quiet chuckle, “Satoru, what is this?”

“It’s funny that you ever thought I’d fall for this bullshit,” he pulls off his sunglasses, cerulean eyes gleaming in the low light, “did you know my wife was never supposed to be sent on this mission? Or rather, there were no reports of cursed spirits in the area, but yet, orders came for her to report to where she was,”

A hush falls over the group, “And why are you telling us this?”

“Because I think you all have forgotten your place,” in a blink, he’s grasping the neck of the elder, the very same man who had taken him away from his parents at the age of two to ensure his training was done properly, “I am the strongest, not the Gojo clan. I’m the only Gojo needed for the clan to be prosperous,”

“You insolent child—“ Satoru squeezes around his neck, gasps and whimpers clawing their way out from his grip, veins bulging as he tried and failed to pull Satoru’s hands off. He had even let the old man penetrate his infinity and all he had managed was a scratch or two.

“You should be careful when you’re talking to the ‘child’ who has your life in his hands,” and he grows silent, “now, to get back to the point, where did those orders come from?”

A quiet washed over the room, the only sounds were the shaky gasps of the elder in his hand, “W-what are—“

“I had a chat with the higher ups — those rotten old geezers may not like me, but I know they like all their limbs intact,” he drops the elder and twists his arm behind his back, wrenching back until he heard a cracking noise, “and they told me the orders came from the Gojo clan, and I wondered why would my own clan send the wife of the head off to be executed,”

“Satoru—“ one of the elders spoke, and he tilted his head.

“If you want him to die, your excuses will only make this go faster,” and his mouth shuts, “I’ll take your silence as a confirmation that all of you had a hand in this,” he sighs, removing his sunglasses, running his fingers through his hair, “man, I’ve had conspiracies against me, but I never guessed you’d target the one person I value above everything else. But I knew you would fail her little test,”

He’s met with furrowed brows and gritted teeth, the elder looking up at him in fear, “W-what?”

“You see if I had it my way, I would have killed you all, no questions asked,” his fingers close over the top of his head, wrenching him backwards to meet his gaze, “But my wife, my very much alive wife,” he adds, with a glance to the woman looking increasingly faint with each second that passes, “she would want me to see if you’d come clean about the plan and whether some of you were innocent,” his lips curl, “but she doesn’t know the bloody history of the Gojo clan like we do,” and his fingers dig into the flesh of the elder, “so what’s a few more bloodstains?”

He tears off his head, screams ringing out as a rush of scarlet paints the walls, splattering across the other elders. The woman offered to be his wife rings over the others, her shrill shriek piercing their eardrums. It’s a dull thud as the lifeless corpse falls to the floor, as Satoru wiped the blood from his cheek, a cock of his head and eyes flashing with anger.

“You can’t do this! You—“ Satoru’s fist connects with his face, blood flooding his features.

“I can, because I’ve decided the Gojo clan needs to get rid of the tumors that infect it, and besides,” his body crumples to the floor as his foot slams into their stomach, a sick, wet noise that draws gasps and open mouthed silent screams from the others, “what are you going to do about it?”

“Please, please, she’s alive—” one of them begged, all of them falling to their knees, wrinkled faces contorted in fear, blown out eyes and faces wet with tears only making them more ugly than he thought was possible — he really couldn’t end up like these geezers, “we only wanted what was best—we wanted the next head of the clan to be even more powerful than you are—”

He laughs, not an ounce of mirth or levity, shivers running down the spines of the others who watched, as he stepped over the body of the elder, lips twisted into a wide grin, “And there’s your mistake,”

He loomed over the one who spoke, shadow cast over him, as his fingers curled around his arm, before breaking it off, spurts of blood splattering on his clothes, mixing with the other — some of it flecked across his face.

Satoru wiped his face with his forearm, tilting his head. He knew they were begging and pleading — lips moving, words forming, but it all fell on deaf ears. After all they had never bothered to listen to any sorcerer before, did they? Suguru’s face came to mind — flashes of the spring he would never get back — so why should he listen to theirs?

“You were too busy worrying about the next head, when you should’ve been worried about the current one.”

~~~~

You were asleep.

Moonlight gave way to your features in the pitch black room, your soft breaths warming his fingers that ran over your cheek. Shoko had discharged you yesterday, and he had brought you home — but even now with you home, he couldn’t sleep. It felt as if you’d disappear the moment he took his eyes off you, slipping from his grasp just as you almost did.

But you didn’t. You’re here.

It was the same words you had whispered to him every night when he had curled up beside you, “I’m not going anywhere, I’m here, aren’t I?”

But you could disappear.

You could if he wasn’t there with you — if he wasn’t fast enough. Because he couldn’t be everywhere at once, not even the strongest could accomplish that. But he wanted to keep you safe all the same. Would it be selfish to lock you up? Hide you away somewhere others could never find you? Keep you hidden if only to keep you safe.

But you never would be safe, not while you were with him.

“Toru?” Your voice breaks him from his thoughts, eyes fluttering open to meet his as your fingers reach for his cheek, “is that blood?”

And he’s pinned your hands in a blink of an eye, quickly and quietly, “it’s not mine,” his gaze glows in the dark, catching the moonlight streaming in, and he’s leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Toru, what happened?” And he kisses along your cheekbones, your jaw, your nose, your chin, “Satoru—“

“I killed them,” his fingers trace the folds of the satin robe he had helped you into, brushing against the bandages that hid your wounds from his sight, but he could see them all the same, “the people who did this,”

Your brow furrows, “Toru, what do you mean the people who—“

“Why do you stay with me?” He leans down to find your lips in a bruising kiss, lips sliding against yours as his fingers undo the knot of your robe, letting the fabric fall away from your bare body.

“What—“ his lips part from yours, strings of spit connecting your mouths.

“Why do you stay with me when I’m a monster?” and your eyes soften.

“You’re not—�� and he’s cutting you off with another kiss, as your hands struggle under his grip, the other grazing down your side, finding the swell of your hip only to squeeze.

“I’m the perfect weapon,” he kisses down the side of your neck, teeth grazing against your soft flesh harshly, drawing a gasp from your lips, “I could have killed them all, because I know they all knew—“

“Knew what?”

“My clan elders — they wanted to have you die on a mission, they wanted to stage it, so they could have me marry who they wanted,” he pauses, drawing a finger down the valley of your breasts, “create a perfect heir,”

“Satoru—“

He kisses you again, swallowing your words along with your thoughts, parting only to speak, “so I killed them, I didn’t use my cursed technique, I wanted them to feel the pain they gave you, wanted them to feel a fraction of what you did,”

You can’t find a second to speak, his fingers now sliding up your bare leg, as he presses himself closer, erection against your inner thigh, “Toru, you didn’t have to put yourself through that—“

“I wanted to,” he parts your thighs easily, large palm spread against your inner thigh, fingers toying with the edge of your panties, “wanted to tear them to shreds for what they did to you — and what they wanted to do—”

“I’m okay, Satoru, I’m—” a bitter laugh leaves his throat, as his fingers find your bandages again.

“Do you call coming home half dead okay now by jujutsu sorcerer standards?” he shakes his head, running his fingers through his hair, “I told you after Suguru that I would fix this rotten jujutsu world,” he presses kisses up your thigh, “and their deaths did fix one thing — no sorcerer will touch you or our future children again, especially when they speak to the woman the clan wanted to marry off to when your body wasn’t even cold yet,”

“You left her,” and he nods, eyes unable to meet yours.

“I only killed the elders I gathered, anyone else was spared — they didn’t dig their own graves,” his hand loosens around your wrists and you reach for his cheek, cupping his cheek, despite the blood, “I don’t regret it, I’d kill anyone who hurts you, but I didn’t want you to see me like this,”

“Like what?”

“Like a monster,” and you click your tongue, his eyes flitting to yours.

“You’re my Satoru, not a monster, you did what you did to protect me, protect our family,” you murmur, “that’s just about the most Satoru thing you could do,”

“But—“

“And if you are deemed a monster anyway?” You lean up, fingers smearing the blood against your own cheek, “then I’ll just become a monster with you,”

He crashes into you with a kiss, cupping your cheeks, as his tongue slips into your mouth, “can you really be a monster, sweetheart?”

He drags his lips down your neck, his teeth grazing your soft flesh along the hollow of your throat, “T-Toru—“ and his lips find the swell of your breasts, his tongue dragging over your pert nipple, while his fingers hook into the elastic of your panties, snapping it against your skin, “y’know I can be, I would be, for you,”

He peers up through half lidded eyelids, his thumb drags down your puffy bottom lip, “I can’t imagine someone so sweet like you as one,” he murmurs, as he pulls back, lips slick with spit, as he drags his fingers toying with the soaked fabric of your panties, “and I wouldn’t want to drag you down with me,”

Your fingers reach forward, propping yourself up on your other arm, “Drag me or not,” you cup his chin, “you’re stuck with me,”

“Can we make it a binding vow?” you roll your eyes, and his lips curl for the first time since he’s got here, “c’mon sweets, I have to get my reassurance somehow,”

You hold up the giant rock on your finger, the very diamond you had told Satoru was too much, “this wasn’t enough—” the last word is a bite back gasp, as he noses at the drenched crotch of your underwear, a deep inhale that has you squirming, “No, Toru—” but he’s pinned your thighs down, prying them open, as he gazes up at you.

“Uh-uh, princess, I don’t remember saying you could move, especially when you could reopen your wounds,” his nose bumps against your clothed clit, a wicked smile as he drags his tongue over the already wet fabric, “you still haven’t seen how much of a monster I can be.”

~~~

“Ngh, Toru, can’t, I can’t—” but you can — you know you can from the heat building in your sloppy cunt under already soaked through sheets, and he knows too well you can too, from the way your pussy flutters around his three fingers, knuckle deep as they piston in and out, while his mouth toys with your abused clit, “please—”

You lost track of how many times you had orgasmed — his fingers, his mouth, and sometimes both — he had pulled each one after the other, allowing small reprieves, only to bury himself back in. He had even had you ride his face at one point, and you were sure he’d suffocate under your drenched cunt, until he flipped you on your back again.

“Please what, sweets?” he slows his fingers, curling them a certain way that makes your lips fall open, “you’ll have to use your words,” he pulls back.

Chest heaving, chin glistening with your release, his tongue cleaned his lips off before he wiped the rest off, before pressing open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs. And soon enough, his fingers were sinking back into your messy pussy, splitting you open with his thick fingers.

“Didn’t you say you wanted this, sweetheart?” his words cut through the wet squelch of his digits fucking you open, “wanted to drag you down with you, wanted this—” and he sucks hard at your clit, tongue flicking over it, making your back arch, “wanted me to drag you down with me,” and he punctuates it with a thrust of his fingers, brushing against a spot that has you seeing spots, “gotta make good on your promise, and I have to erase all the pain they gave you,”

And you barely manage to latch onto the desperation in his voice, the way the facade flickers.

He fucks you ever so slightly deeper, and you cum hard, tearing through you as your body tenses, pleasure washing over you as it did every single other time, melding into the others, “Good girl,” he murmurs, as he works his fingers through your orgasm, the slick noises becoming white noise, until he finally pulls the digits from inside you.

Your eyes flutter open to the sight of him licking his digits clean one by one of your cum, his lips curled in a soft smile as they meet your gaze, his hand sliding up your thigh gently as it quaked, the very same fingers he had used to murder the people that hurt you, were so gentle when it was you — he was always so gentle when it was you.

But never himself.

You reach up for him, palm cupping his cheek, while the other finds his bare shoulder — clothes long discarded, “I love you,” and the cracks spread, spider webbing from the epicenter, “you know that right?”

His words seem caught in the back of his throat, “Even now?”

“Especially now,” and he’s pressing you against the mattress again, your thighs folded against your chest, legs slung over his shoulders, “you saved me,”

His gaze softened, “you saved me first,” and again and again, he couldn’t count the number of times you did, by just existing, pressing a kiss to the side of your thigh, “but if I’m too late next time?”

“You can’t be everywhere,” your fingers lace with his, “and I just need you,” and still in this situation, his ego can inflate at your praise — nosing at your thigh, a deep inhale, before dragging his tongue up the side of your leg, “only you.”

He drags his weeping erection over your soaked folds, leaking tip teasing your slit while he watched his pre mix with yours, “Think you need more than just me,” and when he lets the tip sink into you, your lips part with his name, just as your walls part for him, “want something else, wifey?”

“You’re the worst,” you look up at him, lips curling despite your pout, your fingers grasping at the sheets under you, as your cunt tries to swallow him whole, “Toru, how long are you going to tease me for?”

And he’s pulling out only to draw a groan from your lips, “If you’re such a monster, thought you could take it—“ and your hand reaches for him, tugging him close by his neck.

“I swear to god, if you don’t fuck me right now—“

He grins, “If you insist,”

Fuck.

He sinks into you all at once, all too fast and all too slow, balls deep as he bottoms out inside you, your walls fluttering only to pull him deeper, “fuck,” your head falls back as his tip brushes against your cervix, “too fucking big, I swear if you rip my stitches open—”

“You don’t think I cleared this before I decided to do this, baby?” He grunts, glancing down to see how your messy hole stretched open as he sunk into you, “can’t believe anyone thought I’d fuck anyone but you — you’re the only one for me, sweetheart,”

You couldn’t help but notice his eyes flicker to your pussy stuffed full with his huge dick, “You talking to me or my cunt—“ and he begins to fuck you, remark undercut by the moan that he pulled from your lips, “f-fucker—“

“That’s exactly what you wanted, isn’t it sweetheart?” the lewd sounds of skin slapping together filled the room, his soft grunts and your moans, “wanted me to fuck you open, yeah?” and he wanted this, needed this after this week — it had been too long since he felt you under him like this — real and alive, his name leaving your swollen, kiss bitten lips.

And you needed it just the same — needed his fingers to dig into the softness of your thighs, needed the way only he could fill every inch of you, needed the soft murmurs of how good you felt, how much he loved you.

“Fuck, Toru, so fast,” you whine, but how could slow down he when you felt so good — so wet and warm, you had joked he could cum just looking at you alone barely a fist around his dick, but it was true — and being inside you just made him unravel completely, all sense of himself lost and drowning in just you, “hngh, it’s so deep,” you babble, tears burning at the corners of your eyes.

“That’s right, sweetheart, gonna fuck you deep, gotta make sure you feel it don’t I?” he coos, and his hand snakes between your thighs, pressing his palm to the bulge in your stomach, making you gasp as your walls clench around him, drawing a grunt from his lips, “that’s it, good girl,”

You keen at his praise, the wet squelch of your cunt around his cock ringing in your ears, balls slapping against your pussy with a rhythm that echoes in your head, as your body arches into him, needing him deeper, harder, faster. He’s nearly rutting into you, his thrusts growing shallow as you clamp down on him, achingly close.

“Those old fucking geezers don’t know what they were talking about—“ he grunts, running his mouth all the same even as he sunk impossibly fucking deeper, “don’t know this is the only cunt I’d ever breed. The only one I’d ever breed. The only one I can. Know why?” And you only can whimper, as his fingers rub against your clit, “because this is the only one made for my cum,”

And his words push you over the edge, cumming hard and fast, head lolling back, as his tip bullies your womb, as he fucks you hard over and over through your orgasm, sending pleasure ripping up your spine. Satoru groans as he feels you spasm, soaking in him in your juices, as he watches a white ring of your cum form around the base of his dick, dripping onto the clean sheets with the evidence of your arousal.

He can’t hold back.

He rails into you, a moan of your name falling past your lips making you pull him close, shifting your legs around his back just so he can sink into you even a centimeter deeper—

“Fuck, g’nna cum,” he’s meeting your glazed over eyes, knowing “gonna fill you up, yeah? Get you nice and round with my baby,” he groans at the thought, the image of you carrying his kid, stomach swollen as you grow his child, “and they’ll know, all of them, that you’re the only one I’d cum in,” and he’s so close, dick twitching as your arms around his neck tug him close.

“Cum in me, Toru, give me our baby,” and that’s it, he’s spilling inside you, spurting his hot release inside, again and again, as he fucks it deeper, filling you up.

“That’s it, take every drop,” he’s relentless, until he finally eases from you, his release trickling out. A soft sigh parts your lips that grows into a sharp gasp as he’s already flipping you over onto your stomach.

“Toru—” you whine.

“Aw did you think we were done sweetheart?” a pillow cushions your still bandaged stomach, placed underneath to support you, a shudder down your body as he rubs his cock against you, as he leans down, hot words murmured against your ear with a grin, before he sinks back into you with one thrust, stuffing his spilling cum back inside, “One thing about monsters are that we also have monstrous stamina.”

~~~

It was early, but Satoru was already awake.

He always had trouble sleeping, but now? His eyes found your sleeping form beside him, under the covers and safe, just as he had left you that morning. He didn’t know if he’d ever sleep more than three hours now. He brushed the back of his knuckles over your cheek, but you needed sleep — one of three things you never could live without (food and himself being the other two). And you definitely needed it now, after he had kept you up — nearly all night.

You shifted in your sleep, revealing several blooming hickies and love bites he had littered your body with, lips curling at the sight, as he pulled the blanket back up around you.

He was selfish — he should have divorced you the moment he had gotten you back. Let you leave because it was the right thing to do — to let you live a life safe without him. But he couldn’t — because he couldn’t imagine waking another morning, spending another day without knowing where you were, how you were doing.

It was selfish. But you let him be — especially when it came to you.

And his phone vibrates on the nightstand, whirring again and again, as he picks it up with a sigh, Yaga’s name flashing on the display. He takes one last glance at you before slipping from bed, stepping into the living room.

“Sensei! To what—“ he hardly gets a word out before screams fill his ears. He rubs his chin, it was too early for this.

He makes out the words — Gojo clan, dead, scandal, murder (wasn’t sure if he meant if he was going to murder Gojo or he meant what happened to the elders).

“It was a clan dispute, there was no need to tell you,”

Satoru held the phone away from his ear, Yaga’s yelling told him everything he needed to know, “Yeah, yeah, I know, the higher ups know — or they probably do by now,” he almost chuckles at the thought, and how he would love to do the same to them — knuckles white as he grips his phone — love to make them feel the same pain the sorcerers cared nothing for felt, make them—

Arms curl around him from behind and he knows it’s you, his body relaxing into your touch with practiced ease, your face buried in his back. His fingers relax, finding yours, tracing over the back, as he lifts one hand to his lips.

—But it wasn’t the time for that.

“Fine, fine, no need to have a heart attack, old man — I’ll talk to them tomorrow,” Yaga was still speaking until Satoru hung up, turning to face yoy, your eyes half closed as his fingers found your cheek, “what are you doing awake, sweets?”

His lips curl as you lean into his touch, “you weren’t next to me when I woke up,” you murmur, nose brushing against his fingers as your eyes flutter open and closed, “how am I supposed to sleep when my pretty husband isn’t next to me?”

“Just pretty?” and you snort, as his arm sneaks around your waist, pulling you to his chest, your head right over his heart, a content sigh on your lips.

“Are you ever serious?”

“Always,” and you smile up at him, chin resting against him, “what is it? Do I got something on my face?”

“You think our baby will have your pretty face?” You hum, and his gaze softens at the thought, “I hope so,”

He grins, “You do huh? And here I thought my ego didn’t need more stroking,”

“It doesn’t, but my husband deserves every bit of praise he gets — because he doesn’t get enough,” you kiss him softly, nose bumping against his.

“You planning on showering me with your praise, sweetheart?” And your lips finds his again.

“Always,” and he’s leading you back towards the bedroom, “where are you—“ you squeal as he scoops you up into his arms and carries you back to bed, gently placing you down, a grin on his lips.

He drags his thumb down your kiss ruined lips, “Do you think I’m gonna let you leave this bed without breeding you right?” He clicks his tongue, “I’m far from done with you, wifey,”

You’re so beautiful, hair spread on the pillow like a halo, “So we’re not leaving until I’m pregnant?” Your fingers brush against his cheek, “we might be here a while,”

Satoru wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

He kisses you again, long and languid, “There’s nothing I want more than to stay in bed with you.”

✧ a/n: sorry i've been gone for a bit!! i got super busy with work and got hella writer's block and right when i was feeling ready to write-- i got sick. but i'm doing much better now!!

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[onlygarden]

[can i watch?] - park sunghoon

genre: smut, some fluff

description: when your boyfriend walks into the bathroom just before you're about to shave your intimate parts, he decides he needs to watch you.

sunghoon x female reader, unprotected sex, shower sex, dom sunghoon, sunghoon is down bad for reader and can barely control himself lmao (he's so cutie), sunghoon is a little rough 18+

a/n: i got this idea suddenly while i was shaving in the shower hehe i neeeeeded to bring it to life i hope u guys get me

you step into the humidity of the shower, the steam enveloping you and filling your pores. your body immediately warms. you allow yourself to fully relax as the hot water glides soothingly along your body. after washing up, your mind is plagued with the reminder of needing to shave, already feeling annoyed by the tedious task. didn’t i just shave not too long ago? why does body hair have to grow so fast? you think pointlessly to yourself. 

the sound of the bathroom door opening reaches your ears, and you peek around the shower curtain to see sunghoon brushing his teeth. he notices you, and immediately bites back a smile. 

“you’re gonna get water all over the rug, idiot,” he teases, the sound of his voice being muffled by his toothbrush making you giggle. 

you playfully scowl. “the curtain’s hardly open, idiot,” you respond, “and you’re gonna get toothpaste all over the floor if you keep trying to talk with a toothbrush in your mouth,” you jest. sunghoon laughs immediately, your playful smirk stretching into a wide smile following his infectious laughter. 

you close the curtain, and you can hear the subtle sounds of your boyfriend rinsing his mouth. a sudden, dramatic sigh travels through the bathroom. 

“why does it take you an eternity to shower?” he pokes jokingly. “are you not done already?” the shower curtain is promptly yanked open to allow your boyfriend enough space to point to his wrist playfully, signaling for you to hurry up. 

you can’t conceal your surprise at his sudden action, but you break into a fit of laughter at his silliness, pushing his body away and shutting the curtain. “you’re scum,” you tell him, as you continue to laugh. “don’t you have any manners?” when he begins speaking you can tell by the volume of his voice that he’s still close to the curtain. “after fucking you senseless so many times i figured you were cool with me seeing you naked,” he digs, anticipating your reaction with a smile on his face.

you peek your head outside of the shower once again, greeting sunghoon with repeated smacks to his chest before returning to the flow of warm water. sunghoon stumbles back a bit, letting out an ‘ah’ through his laughter as your hand thumped against him. 

 “what else do you even need to do? haven’t you finished washing up by now?” sunghoon asks from the other side of the curtain. how cute is he, getting impatient as your time in the shower interrupts your time with him. 

“i’ll be done soon, i just need to finish shaving,” you tell him, completely oblivious to the idea that appeared unexpectedly in your boyfriend’s mind. 

“can i watch?” he asks, an ill-fitting casual tone lacing his brazen words. 

what?

you’re wildly flustered by his sudden request. 

“why would you want to? i promise it’s not anything special,” you tell him, confused as to why he’d want to watch you do such a simple thing in the first place. he was probably expecting your intimate parts to be put on an alluring display, but it’s not like you ever looked irresistibly attractive while you shaved. 

“please just let me watch, i’ve always been curious about it,” he pleads, his hopes of convincing you to comply with his request resting in the sky. “anything you do is special. and sexy.” 

gosh. you sigh. how were you supposed to resist your precious boyfriend when he asked you like that? his curiosity towards the way you complete such a mundane function seemed genuine, anyway. 

you comply, although you make him understand the conditions of his request. 

“fine. but it won’t be sexy, just so you know. i’m just gonna shave in the same unflattering position that i always do.” 

sunghoon flings the shower curtain aside with excitement, looking directly into your eyes with a faint smirk dusting his features. god, he’s so attractive, you thought. you could just melt into a puddle under his gaze. 

“do i have to remind you that you’re always sexy, even when you aren’t trying to look sexy?” 

a wide smile crawls across your face, your lips utterly betraying you, and you bite your lip to prevent it from growing any further. “shut up,” you say, turning around to grab your razor, then sitting down with your back resting against the wall of the shower. 

sunghoon leans his shoulder against the wall near the shower, crossing his arms over his chest. his intense stare almost made you uncomfortable, but you remember his undeniable desire to watch you do this, and his enthusiasm assists you in relaxing. he was your boyfriend, after all. you were always candid around him. he’s seen you do everything, whether you felt attractive or not. 

you separate your legs, completely exposing the most intimate part of yourself in such a natural setting. sunghoon inhales sharply. 

you look up at him, noticing the sudden heaviness of his expression, his features tugged down by such a tempting display. his eyelids were notably lax. is he already starting to get turned on? 

upon noticing your gaze, his stare travels from your unshaven pussy to your eyes. 

“you ready for the show?” you joke, relieving a bit of the tension. i’ll end up hurting myself if i get turned on, too. sunghoon smiles a bit. “i’m stoked,” he replies with the same friskiness. 

you slightly adjust the way you were sitting to give yourself a proper view of each spot that needed your razor’s attention. you begin gliding the razor across the sensitive skin attentively, using your fingers to spread yourself as you needed. sunghoon’s eyes were stubbornly locked onto the scene in front of him. 

the way your fingers moved across your pussy, although you weren’t trying to pleasure yourself it still drove him insane. blood began rushing to his cock and the speed of his breathing steadily increased. he throbbed in his sweatpants. you enthralled him. he almost couldn’t take it. why would he ask to be tortured like this? idly watching you, pussy exposed, as you casually glided the razor and your fingers across your delicate skin. 

god he was so turned on. he struggled to contain his predatory cravings while you carefully shaved yourself, since he didn’t want you to end up getting hurt. still, he needed you painfully. 

“babe, finish up,” sunghoon suddenly says, voice deep and breathless. your pussy throbbed a bit at the desperation in his voice, and with the way you were fully exposed before him, you know he must’ve noticed it. 

“i’m almost done, baby. just one more thing,” you say tenderly. 

his awestricken gaze remains attached to you as you suddenly stand up. he impatiently slips off his shirt, wanting to be ready to latch onto you when you’re finally finished. 

you turn your body around, sunghoon’s eyes immediately traveling the expanse of your bare shoulders, moving to the curves of your waist, and utterly basking in the plumpness of your lovely behind. your skin burned as you could feel his intense stare. 

although you were never uneasy around sunghoon, what you were about to do next made you a bit too bashful to face him. 

you spread your ass apart to shave the space in between, wanting to make sure all your intimate parts were perfectly smooth. sunghoon’s mouth falls open slightly in astonishment, and he exhales heavily, eyes fluttering in a faint manner. did you enjoy torturing him? 

hearing his reaction, you’re quite surprised that he actually found your actions sexy, but you weren’t complaining in the slightest. 

sunghoon was so aroused he felt like he could explode. the fight against his inner desire to touch you is increasing rapidly in difficulty. he quickly removes his sweatpants and boxers, his painfully solid cock springing free, already dripping in anticipation of being sheathed inside your heavenly pussy. 

you rinse your razor off underneath the stream of the shower, and you quickly rinse your body to rid yourself of any tiny loose hairs. 

“all done,” you say, turning to look at sunghoon, the unobstructed sight of his naked body sending heat across your skin. 

he quickly joins you in the shower, shutting the curtain behind him and grabbing your hips with fervor. he pulls you towards him until his cock is poking at your stomach, and he walks forward until you thud against the shower wall. your hands reach his chest, gliding across the skin until they rest upon his shoulders. 

“you looked so fucking sexy doing that,” his hands begin to tighten around your hips as if he was starving, and you were the meal he was aching to devour. “it was so hard to stop myself from pushing you against the wall and fucking you until can barely speak,” he connects his lips with yours before you can even react to his crude words, and you can immediately feel the fierce, greedy arousal that had been welling up inside him. 

he shoves his tongue into your mouth, too hungry to play the slow and gentle game with you. he felt like he could burst at the seams. 

his hand moves from your hips to your pussy, his middle finger sliding eagerly between your folds, exploring and inspecting you to check if you were ready to take him. he just couldn’t take it. he’d never felt so impatient about anything in his life. 

he breathes out as you moan quietly into his mouth, your voice breaking and your volume suddenly increasing as he shoves his middle finger inside of you with haste. you grip the space between his neck and shoulder in desperation. 

he pulls his face away from yours to watch your features contort as he pumps his middle finger slowly inside of you. 

“you really this wet just from me looking at you?” his palm makes repeated contact with your clit, and his finger persistently skates along the spongy patch inside of you.  

“should i stretch you out some more? hm?” he asks, not truly expecting an answer. his ring finger glides directly beside his other digit, and his pumping grows rapid once both fingers are fully enveloped by your warmth. 

grabbing the back of your thigh, he pushes your leg up to gain a more generous angle. he admired as your pussy laid on display, just for him. just how he wanted it to be. 

your eyes nearly flutter shut, your face twitching in bliss as his fingers move in and out of you at a swift pace. his palm made contact with your clit each time his fingers rammed inside of you, and the way he stared menacingly into your eyes as he forced you open on his fingers entirely overwhelmed you. your eyes already burned with tears from the pleasure sunghoon piled onto you. 

he smirked down at you. how cute, he thought. 

“aw baby, are you already crying for me?” his fingers don’t falter as he speaks to you condescendingly. 

“is my cock gonna be too much for you?” you shake your head urgently, sunghoon’s skilled fingers sending your mind to an unimaginable state, beyond delirious. sunghoon lets out a satisfied chuckle before he speaks again. 

“i know it’s not. you’re just gonna take it however i give it to you.” as his words fall out of his mouth menacingly, he pulls his fingers out of you, leaving you dizzy and empty before lowering your leg. sunghoon already waited enough. he needed to be inside you. 

“turn around,” he says bluntly. you quickly oblige, never daring to question a request during sex with sunghoon. 

your hands rest against the slippery shower wall, and you feel sunghoon’s hands upon your hips again, pulling them back until he’s pleased with your position. twinged with desire for you, sunghoon’s hands find your ass and he spreads it apart, smacking it. how relieving was it that he could finally touch you the way he desperately wanted to as he watched you moments before. 

sunghoon kisses your back, causing you to twitch. his lips move to the side of your neck before grazing your ear, his nose sniffing your hair. he was intoxicated by everything about you. 

“need to know you’re ready for me,” he whispers, waiting for your approval before letting his impulses take control of him. 

“i’m ready, sunghoon.” you announce gently.

his length, unimaginably stiff with need, rams into you abruptly to the hilt. sunghoon takes a moment to revel in the fact that he’s finally surrounded by your pussy. your warm silky pussy was hugging him so snugly, and he’s never felt more compelled by anything in his entire lifetime. 

he starts ramming into you, punishing your insides with the ferocity and speed of his hips. his grip on your hips tightens to a painful measure, his nails digging into your skin, showing you just how hungrily he longed to bury himself into you, just how deprived he was of the pleasure you provided him with.

“hoon, slow down! too fast!” you moan out, barely finding the ability to speak due to the way he relentlessly tore through you. 

he continued the way he torturously snapped into you, not changing the way his hips moved in the slightest.

“you know i can’t, baby,” he breathes out, “just be a good girl and take it for me, like you always do.” as he continues his harsh dealing of your body, your moans begin to sound more like sobs. 

god, he was obsessed with it. 

“it’s ok baby, fuck, i know you can do it.” sunghoon was in bliss. there was no way he could stop now, especially when he knew you could handle it. sunghoon knows you well enough to recognize when you’re at your limit, and you still had more to give him.

“ah, fuck, you feel so fucking good baby.” sunghoon groans, using one hand to brace himself against the shower wall. you were absolutely falling apart underneath him. 

“so soft, so pretty for me,” he tells you, his brows furrowing as he surrenders himself entirely to your pleasure. he moves to attach his lips to your neck, and your mouth gapes open, your cries now struggling to leave your throat. 

“close, sunghoon,” you manage to tell him, and the way your name falls off his lips along with the uncontrollable moans you let out leaves him dazed. 

“oh god baby, me too,” he says, his voice strained. he returns his lips to your neck, breathy groans leaving him as he grows closer to spilling inside of you. 

his hand that rested on your hip glides along your stomach and down to your clit, rubbing rapid circles causing you to shove your hips back towards him. his lips detach from your neck as he moans deeply. you grab his forearm, pleading with him to take it easier on you, but he continues regardless. 

you cuss and stutter out sunghoon’s name as you cum, your body curling forward slightly, utterly overwhelmed by the blinding waves of pleasure coursing through you. you barely register sunghoon’s chants of “that’s it, baby,” as your eyes flutter and roll back, your body trying to handle the orgasm that sunghoon just gave you. 

the way your body shook and your pussy spasmed around his cock made sunghoon squeeze your hip brutally as he groaned, closing his eyes. he spilled inside you, his mouth falling open as deep, breathy moans fell from his lips in slow succession, the pace of his hips slowing to a complete stop. he furrowed his brows, astonished by the high that only you could give rise to.

he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, burrowing his face into your neck as the both of you recovered. the feeling of his breath against your neck sent chills fiercely coursing through you. 

“god, you’re amazing,” he mumbles into your neck, placing his parted lips on the moist skin softly, his breath still hitting your neck with the wispiness of a feather. you smile, turning to glance back at him as his head lifts from the refuge of your skin. 

he pulls his length out of you slowly, now drenched in your essence having just been plunged inside of you. his length gradually leaves you empty as your pussy returns to it’s normal size, reminding you just how much he stretched you out. 

he turns your body around, moving his hands fondly along the curve of your waist, fingers satisfied by the smoothness of the trail they traveled. he pauses when he notices the prominent nail marks and bruises around your hips. you can recall the way he heedlessly attacked your hips while drilling into you, but you weren’t burdened by it at all. 

he frowns and shifts his eyes to meet yours. “i’m really sorry, baby, i didn’t realize,” he says regretfully. “are you hurt?” he asks with concern, hoping for a certain answer. the endless domain of his shiny brown eyes makes you melt, your adoration for him swelling within you. 

you smile a bit, shaking your head to convey your lighthearted perception of his actions. “hoon, i’m fine. it didn’t bother me one bit,” you assure him, pinching his cheek. 

his expression flips with a bright cheekiness at your admission. “yea, i could tell,” he pokes, beginning to dramatically mimic the sounds of your pleasured cries from moments ago. 

you gasp, lifting your fist to bash the side of it into his chest repeatedly. sunghoon laughs, his embarrassing mockery of you stopping as you began your onslaught. you push his giggling body off of you and pout in jest. you move past him to step towards the warm water, rinsing your sweaty body. 

you feel his hands drifting across your body again as he sweetly says, “here, let me wash you up.”

[thegnomelord]

Ahh I love the food thing that you got asked <3 food can have such a special place in our lives it's so precious

Ya think Hound develop concerning eating habits due to Makarov? Due to the whole stressful situation

I just want someone in the 141 to cook him a meal, filled with love and care, maybe Hound is in the kitchen watching them cook it for his own security.

I just want him to have a nice meal 😔

-🐙

I do feel like Hound would have some food hoarding habits or just distrust about eating something he didn't make himself. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten drugged through food...

But the 141 making food communally would be a fun idea lol so here's a quick brain fart :D :

You feel out of place. Well, you're always out of place, but you feel especially out of place sitting at the table while Soap and and Gaz busy themselves by the stove, Price humming to himself to the side as he gets the mugs to make tea. Ghost sits next to you grumbling under his breath, both of you in 'time-out' — you hadn't done anything (save for not being trusted around anything sharp), it's Ghost that had gone and microwaved beans in the can. Now Johnny swears up and down the microwave is possessed.

Your eyes flicker between Soap and Gaz, watching them cook you don't even know what. The only British 'cuisine' you know of is the cremated steaks Price would sometimes make you before. . . that. But nothing the two are making smells nearly as bad as the charred hockey pucks Price would feed you and Simon.

"Hey!" Your brought out of your thoughts in time to see Kyle swat away Price's hand with his spatula. "Don't you dare cap! I'm not about to get rained on because of your bad cooking." You hadn't considered Gaz could take charge, too soft in your eyes, but you're surprised by how tight of a ship he runs when he's by the stove.

"Alright, alright." Price huffs while Ghost lets out an amused huff. He's not quite laughing, but you can see the subtle tremor of his shoulders in silent laughter.

That gets Soap to point a spoon in Ghost's direction. "Oh yer one te fockin' giggle. Mr. 'ah cursed the damn microwave with me beans'."

"Sod off." Simon grunts, but there's no edge to his words. Soap tuts, but soon enough starts off rambling about something you're not quite able to follow along to when your eyes once again focus on where their arms are, how they move, paying especially close attention any time they rest them by their sides (even though realistically you doubt they'd try to drug the same food they'd eat).

You still tense when you feel Price's hand on your back, only now noticing that you'd started hunching your back, your shoulders raised closer to your ears. "You're alright, straighten your spine, sweetheart." His voice is calm, his hand warm as he applies gentle pressure on your back until you straighten back out. "There you go, good man." He rumbles, hand going up to ruffle your hair before he pulls away before his touch can turn into stinging pain to your skin.

You blink as a plate full of food is placed in front of you. The food smells good and doesn't look like it had been cremated, made with care you don't deserve. "I. . ." You don't know why but your throat feels clogged, like someone had poured hot tar into your mouth and forced you to swallow, the collar around your throat constricting your breathing even more.

Simon's shoulder bumps into yours, "If you don't eat that I will." The childish threat makes you breathe out a small laugh.

"Aye, the bastard's like Henry the hoover, he'll eat anything." Soap supplies as he sits down opposite of you with his own plate. Though you get the impression he's talking about himself when he stabs a sausage with a fork and almost inhales the entire thing.

"Mhm," You grunt, taking the fork. "I don't doubt it." You stab a piece of black pudding. It tastes earthy, but the small coppery tang of blood sizzles down your nerves, but fuck it tastes good.

"Look at that, is it good?" Kyle chuckles as he watches your facial features shift as you swallow the food, his own face that of pride like he already knows your answer, but you nod your head all the same.

[onlyhaos]

🗒️ · reader x Jeonghan , fluff

You always loved doing things for the people that you loved, making them small diy gifts, getting them flowers and much more.

One thing that you always did was taking pictures of everyone, but it turned out that being the ‘photographer’ friend wasn’t always easy.

Yes, you loved taking photos, telling your friends how to pose as you hyped them up. They were thankful, since you were now responsible for their instagram pretty posts.

But after some time, you were sad that no one took photos of you.

Even the candid photos you took of your friends, every time y’all went out, were truly amazing.

You didn’t want to ask for candid photos, considering that a candid photo is something that you shouldn’t be aware of being taken.

Because for you, taking photos of someone was a bare minimum.

And you didn’t understand, why none of your friends took out their phone, and did cute picture of you.

Maybe that’s why you felt slightly disappointed or even sad, if you mentioned or asked for one yourself. Not because you thought they’d be mad, but you thought they’d maybe know what you want.

You saw it as just opening the camera app and clicking the button at least once or twice. But maybe you only thought of it like that.

And that thought was swept away the second Yoon Jeonghan entered your life.

“Look! There’s a cat!” You exclaimed, happily, as you walked towards the pretty white feline.

Observing the cat, you crouched down and held out your hand. When the cat came closer, you made sure to look out for a collar, so you knew it wasn’t a stray.

“So trusting,” You smiled, petting the cat gently after it accepted you. “I am already a favorite.” You turned around to look at Jeonghan as you spoke.

Only to see that he had his phone out. At first you thought he was ignoring you, so without noticing, your face turned into a small frown.

“Ah- What’s the frown for, baby?” Your boyfriend asked you, your facial expression immediately turning into a small confused one.

As Jeonghan observed the change in your expression, he just smugly smiled at you.

“Oh, I’m just recording you, see.” He said, and as he turned his phone towards you, his back camera was pointed at him.

You couldn’t help, but let out a slightly louder giggle. “I trust you, since you’re recording with your back camera, and your face is in a funny angle.”

Jeonghan quickly realized and turned the camera back on you. “Well I think that was payback for me, because of me taking that one picture of you this morning.”

Making you shake your head, Jeonghan just snickered at you. He meant the picture he made of you, the second you got into the bathroom that the both of you shared.

You looked completely disheveled, your hair forgot to keep itself in the bun you made the night before and your face looked all squishy. Your boyfriend couldn’t resist that, so he had to take a picture when you didn’t look.

“Come on, we’ll get coffee, since we’re already walking through the park.” He said, making you nod and petting the cat goodbye.

Hurrying over to your boyfriend, who teased you by slowly continuing to walk, you snaked your arm through the hole which was created by him putting his hands in his pockets.

“Thank you for taking so many pictures of me, even if they sometimes look.. a bit special.” You laughed, your sweet and loving laugh putting a smile on your lover’s face too.

“That’s nothing you should ask for, it’s funny and I enjoy doing it more than you think.” He spoke.

“Well just so you know, I also have many pictures of you. Some make me think, wow what a precious handsome man. And some appear in my dreams, my nightmares to be exact.”

Your boyfriend shot a glare at you, making you laugh slightly harder, before he pinched your side gently.

“You’re lucky I love you, and am letting you get away with this. But revenge will come.” He chuckled, kissing your forehead after he intertwined his hand with yours and put it into his pocket.

—— ౨ৎ

In my active era😝 (I literally wrote 2 fics💀) Anyway, I hope y’all liked it!! I turned out completely different from what I intended to write but who cares🙏🏼🙏🏼

[vrystalius]

Hello! Trick or treat! May I request what it would be like celebrating Halloween with Douma, as our spouse/boyfriend? You’re such a talented writer and I’m always looking forward to your posts. If not. That’s okay.

Celebrating Halloween with Douma.

It’s one of hisfavourite holidays of the year! Spending it by your side, his favourite and most lovely human was even better!

Pairing: Douma x gn!reader

Douma has always been looking forward to the spooky season— during that time, he can excuse bloodstained carpets and walls as creepy decoration and maybe use some skulls from his collection as props. He has been collecting and maintaining those things for years now, why not give them a use other than being displayed in a boring shelf?

He prepares the whole temple days before the actual Halloween night to lure in some curious children whose parents could be potential new followers, handing out candy personally ( as long the moon is out). He has no real costume, Douma uses the white robed he rarely wears and drapes them over his shoulders, over a white haori with a golden droplets pattern all over it. He is dressed as a godlike deity, as if he isn’t regarded as it already by his followers.

Also, Douma insisted you’d dress up for the children of his cult. Since he isn’t doing anything special, you should be able to put a smile on their faces! He surprisingly has a large closet of costumes. You were searching through it all, finding clothes that matched the ones of his other demon colleagues you saw once. There was also a costume that looked very similar of the person Douma described to be “Yorichi” or something like that. Supposedly a very dangerous and terrible man, but the warm colours of the yukata made you doubt your husband’s words a little. You settled with a simple demon costume, adding some horns and a spiky tail, wearing a black kimono with a blood like pattern. Your husband giggled delightfully at your choice.

“Ah, so you’re cosplaying as me? I’m flattered!”

Although you don’t look anything like him. You were cosplaying his nature, not himself. But you let him live in his bubble and let Douma believe that you were dressed up at his true nature.

Also, another one of his ideas was to throw a large banquet for all his followers. It would uplift their spirits and in return uplift his own, seeing his followers happy makes him feel content as well. You’d think he doesn’t care for them by the way the mutilates and devours them, but he does really care, and it shows. He was responsible for all the planning and received a lot of help from the elders, the cultists were left to do the decorating as they pleased and decorated the halls with pumpkins, children’s doodles and self-made spiderwebs.

Douma actually ended up stealing one of those webs and wrapping himself into those, wanting his outfit to appear a little more costume-y. One of the only things he really craves tonight is the approval of his costume from the children of his cult and being able to finally spend a little more time with you. His “demon-duties” and “friendship activities with some colleagues” (as he calls those things) really hog him away from you from time to time.

On Halloween night, you two were busy painting make-up and temporary tattoos onto his adult and children’s followers. He ended pairing his oh so beautiful eyebrows onto your face only to end up laughing at how ridiculous you look with them. Douma insisted to go collect candy together, hand in hand as some sort of angel and demon duo. Of course, the children were more than willing to give up their precious candy to their even more precious Founder and Leader of the Eternal Paradise cult. Despite him not even able to eat or digest any of the candies, he likes watching you eat and react to their sweet taste.

By the end of the evening, all the followers of his cult gathered together around a large bonfire consisting of old burning wood, wisteria incense and other kinds of herbs. Once lighting it all on fire, the children, adults and elders alike danced around the flames, singing, laughing and chanting for all the evil spirits to leave the temple and to never return.

Some followers even saw Douma tearing up, seemingly touched by the scene of all his followers being so happy and festive, but your husband just whispered into your ear how much the wisteria was burning in his eyes and nose. He sat it through he pain with a large grin and watched the blurry blobs in his eyes circle around the fire, trying to focus the imagine while also trying to heal his eyeballs faster than they could melt from the pest of a flower, while also trying to properly savour the warmth of your arm being wrapped around his own, your head resting on his shoulder.

Everyone had genuine and happy smiles on their faces that night, even the Upper Moon Two. Despite the hellish burning in Douma’s eyes.

🎃

My last post of this event! This has been a lot of fun and I thank everyone of participating and supporting me. I am glad to go back to writing requests, coning up with my own things has been incredibly exhausting for some reason XD Thank you for being patient, I hope to hold this or a similar event again next year during October! Also, thank you for requesting and your kind words, I hope you continue to look forward to my works <33

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves and HAPPY HALLOWEEN <3

[bwabys-scenarios]

Sweet Thing(NSFW)

Feitan × Chubby!Reader

warning: cockwarming, reader and feitan are married, Feitan is feeding reader pie but it’s not sexual

A/N: another fic that has been in my drafts forever, time to banish it!! it’s a little short but I think it’s cute :3

taglist: @desiray562 @lovelyxkazuha @ashdownunderscorebeloved

if you would like to be added to the NSFW taglist, comment a ❤️!! make sure you have your AGE in your bio, and that you’re able to be tagged/mentioned!

After a long day of thievery and mischief, it was always nice to come back home to his cheerful little wife. Feitan would count down the minutes until he would be able to leave the meeting.

"Feitan, you've been distracted today. What's on your mind?"

Chrollo smiled down at him. He, Phinks, and Shalnark were the only people Feitan had told snout his precious little secret. Feitan grunted, pulling out his phone.

"(Name) wants to watch movie tonight. Can't say no to her."

His eyes softened at his wallpaper, her pretty smiling face making his heart race. "Ah, I see. You're dismissed then. Don't want to disappoint your wife, right?"

Feitan was gone before Chrollo could finish.

(Name) pulled her apron off, looking over the small feast she had prepared for dinner. For such a small man, Feitan ate a considerable amount of food.

"Home."

She glanced up, her eyes sparkling. "Fei!"

He caught her when she jumped into his arms, squeezing her lightly before sighing into her shoulder. "Smell good, wife. New perfume?"

"Mhm, it's the one you got me last week?"

Little things like this filled Feitan with pride. (Name) wearing the or using the thing she stole for her slays made him happy. "Tch.."

He followed her to the kitchen, eating dinner with her. Feitan usually didn't talk much when he ate, but did listen to (Name) blabber on about her day. He really was a good listener, and took in every little detail. "Oh, and I kept slipping on the ice outside.

Can you believe it's snowing in November?"

Feitan grunted in response, making himself another plate before lookin out the window. "... fix that later.

Won't slip again."

She smiled, giggling as her face heated up. "Aww, Fei. Are you worried about me?"

His cheeks turned pink, and he continued eating without answering. Of course he was worried for her, his wife was a fragile compared to him. He feared she would fall and break a limb.

(Name) happily washed dishes after dinner, giggling when Feitan came up to hug her from behind.

"Movie?"

"Yeah, as soon as I finish washing the dishes. There's some pie in the fridge by the way!"

He gave a squeeze to her plush hips before walking towards the fridge to snack on a slice of pie.

——————

After finishing the dishes, Feitan followed (Name) with the entire pie in his hands, watching her turn on a new ghibli movie she had been begging him to watch for weeks.

“I heard it’s really cute, I wanted to wait to watch it with you!”

Feitan blushed behind his coat. If anything was cute, it was his sweet wife. She always made him feel so loved and special, even when he struggled to return that love. He still tried though.

He sat down and patted his lap, looking up at her with those dark eyes. “Sit.”

(Name) giggled in delight, sitting on her shorter husbands lap, facing the TV. He made it clear very early in their relationship that her weight meant nothing to him, so she’d grown quite confident in him holding her.

“Okay, so the movie is about this witch that-“

She is silenced by a spoonful of pie being shoved into her mouth. “Shh, starting.”

(Name) chewed of the pie, getting comfortable in his lap as the movie began. “Mmm… Fei, can I get another bite?”

Her husband hummed, his hand resting on her soft tummy. “Another bite? Sure.”

He fed her a few more bites, but stopped when she wiggled around. She whimpered a little when she felt his hard on pressing into her, glancing back to see his eyes clouded with lust.

Feitan’s hands lifted up her skirt and pushed her panties to the side, sliding his cock into her wet cunt. “Keep me warm, cold outside.”

She nodded, sighing happily. “Mmm, of course baby.”

He rubbed her clit slowly as they watched their movie, giving her gentle praise when she clenched around him. “So good, precious wife…”

Around the ending of the movie, he began to bounce her slowly, one hand on her hip, and the other slipping under her shirt to cup her breast. She’d already cum a few times, and the wet plapping noise of their hips slapping together was enough to make the man groan.

“Fuck… gonna cum…”

He groaned into her shoulder, biting down on it as he filled her with his seed. She whimpered and whined, panting softly as he pounded into her ruthlessly to ride out his orgasm.

“Mmm… good girl…”

Feitan rubbed her tummy, planting kisses on her sensitive neck. “Mhm… can I have another bite of that pie?”

“Of course.”

The two of them spent the rest of the night cuddled up together, eventually falling asleep on the couch in each others arms.

[lowkeyremi]

Haikyuu men as fathers pt 4.

Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3

100 follower special!! THANK YOU GUYS!!

Ft. Semi, Aran, Noya, Akaashi

The age range of the kids will differ for each character but it’s from babies up til like 17 or 18

CW: Indication of pregnancy, relationships, marriage, and certain styles of parenting

Enjoy lovelies <33

………………..

Semi Eita:

“That’s it sweetheart, keep going.” Semi coos at his 3 year old who is playing a little pink guitar (for children) she’s singing the words to You Are My Sunshine while Semi was recording her.

Why? Well, to cheer you up. Your friend was going through some really hard stuff that made you feel very upset so you went to help her out. Meaning Semi was to take care of your sweet toddler.

“Shunshine, you are mah shunshine!” She sung happily, Semi couldn’t bring himself to correct her wording. “You make me happy- uh what rest of da words daddy?” She asks still strumming the guitar out of tune.

He whispers the words as not to interrupt the video, “when skies are gray.”

“When skies are gway!” She sets the guitar down after singing that line.

“Daddy I done, send to Mommy.” She says eagerly and he chuckles. Your long time boyfriend (now fiancé) stops the recording and sends it to you.

“I think mommy will love this video.” He says holding his arms out for Kana to sit in his lap.

“I hope it make her feel happy, you think she really like it?” Kana asks playing with her small fingers.

“I think she’ll love it, would you like to play the piano, my dear?” Your home is filled with a bunch of instruments and Semi loves letting his little girl choose something each day to try to see if she’ll be a musical genius.

“Hmmm,” she taps her chin and responds, “I wanna play drums.” He moves his hair out of his face and picks his daughter up to take her to the music room where Semi works on songs and holds practice for his band.

“Drums it is!” He says and Kana claps her hands and does a little cheer.

Half way through their drum session Semi gets a phone call from you. When he picks it up he puts it in speaker.

“Hey baby, you’re on speaker.” He informs.

“Hey,” you say sounding tired. “Where’s my sweet pumpkin who sung for me?” You ask over the phone. Kana sets down the drum sticks and practically runs over to Semi’s phone.

“Me! It’s me mommy!” She says bouncing up and down.

“Thank you Kana, that made mommy feel much better.” You tell her which makes her giggle.

“Thank you mommy! What else I sing?” She asks. Your precious three year old is definitely ready to sing another song for you.

“How about row, row, row your boat?” You asked knowing it was an easy song that Kana knew.

“OO! OKAY!” She took a deep breath and started to sing.

“Row, row, row-” she stopped and you planned to ask her why but she answers the question that doesn’t come out of your mouth.

“Daddy! Why you not singing? Mommy loves when Daddy sings!” She practically scolds.

His deep chuckle is heard on your end. “Sorry, sorry. Let’s sing it together.”

Your two most precious people sing Row, Row, Row Your Boat. You felt better by the end of it. After Kana talked to you for a bit Semi dismissed her to play the drums while he chatted with you for awhile.

In the end you two talk about how precious your beautiful daughter is.

he sings his little girl to sleep as often as he can

they make up new songs together all the time 🥺

DREADS leaving for concerts

omg he loves it when u guys come to his concerts

he'll be like "shout out to my beautiful wife and baby girl who made this opportunity possible"

tbh he's lost ur daughter a few times " oh shit... i thought she was w you"

he has his two fav girls tatted on his shoulders

Aran Ojiro:

Fifteen year old Mei walked over to her father, she noticed him rubbing his temples.

"You okay, Daddy?" ahe asked worried for him.

"Yeah I'm good baby girl, momma and i just got into again. We'll make up with each other, though." Aran explains rubbing his goatee.

Mei walks over to him and gives him a hug.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. It's not your fault that I got dress coded." Aran didn't say anything in return, he was sighs realizing how unaware he was when arguing with you.

"I talked to momma about it, you didn't know the skirt was too short. It looks a lot like my other one, right?" She states.

He was starting to realize how childish the argument was. Mei's school is very strict so the fact the skirt was two inches shorter than it needed to be was beyond Aran's understanding. He hadn't even noticed the difference.

It only became a problem because you had to leave work to pick up Mei. Aran couldn't because he had a game. When he came home you started arguing with him. He argued back because you pinned the blame on him. After all, he was responsible for getting Mei and Koro to school.

"Yeah it does. Is Koro sleep?" He asks his daughter.

"I put him down before y'all started arguing." She says retracting from the hug.

"I'm really sorry, I don't like when you and momma fight." Aran frowns, you two have been fighting more often than usual.

"I know baby, I think momma is stressed with a lotta stuff. I mean she's finally back from maternal leave, she's working toward a promotion, and some other things. I just gotta be more mindful."

Before Mei can respond you emerge from upstairs, "Go on Mei, momma needs to talk to daddy in private." It doesn't go unnoticed how Mei gives her dad a thumbs up before making her way upstairs.

"Aran, baby, i'm sorry.. Mei told me what happened." You say quietly. You had no idea what you were expecting but it wasn't your husband holding his arms out for you.

He embraces you quietly for a few minutes. and then he responds.

"I know things have been rough lately. I just want you to know, I still love you." He explains softly.

That shouldn't have made you tear up but it did.

"I love you too, Aran. Always." You say mirroring his previous statement.

SUCH A GOOD COOK

He was amazing helping you thru pregnancy i mean that man worked his ass off

You two agreed on no more kids after Mei but Koro came long sooooo

He loves both his babies dearly, he doesn't have a fav

Hates arguing with you :((

Not allowed to take them to stores cuz he's weak to their puppy dog eyes

He's 100% a dad superhero to his kids

Nishinoya Yuu:

Noya stared down his toddler. The little man started babbling very loudly.

"Don't you get an attitude with me, Akio. You think you're so high and mighty cuz, you're the result of my sperm!" He says in a teasing voice.

"Nishinoya Yuu he is two years ol-" you were cut off by your son.

"Sp-erm!" he says and claps. Noya mutters an 'oopsie' and you glare at him. "Yuu! Stop saying stuff like that in front of him," you scold.

"Well, tell him to stop copying me." Akio looks at his dad, "Stop, stop, stoooooooooop." You couldn't help but giggle it was so interesting seeing your son find his voice.

"Bye bye. Akio go bye bye." He says struggling to get down from the couch. Once he's down he starts running towards the bathroom.

"Yuu, make sure he's going potty and not playing in toilet water... again." Noya makes his way to the bathroom. After a few second you hear a groan followed by, "Akio, noooooo."

Your son can be heard laughing followed by, "daddy, noooooo."

"Dude toilet water is not something to play with." Noya sighs.

"Fuck you!" The two year old yells and you gasp loudly.

"Huh, wonder where you learned that, kid." Noya chuckled sheepishly.

"Nishinoya Yuu!" You yell and he comes into the dining room with your cute little trouble maker who had nothing on besides his pull-up.

"Ooooo daddy get trouble."

Noya begins muttering, "I don't- he must've... Tanaka..." you tap your foot and your two year old giggles.

"Tanaka what? Speak up, babe." you say with your arms crossed.

"Tanaka and I were watching a volleyball game with Akio and we were betting... the team I was betting on won so tanaka screamed f you when my team won by one point." Noya explains.

"Akio, that's a no no word, okay? We don't say everything we hear others say." You scold your son because not only is it Noya's fault it's his fault too.

"Otay mommy." Noya puts your little menace down.

"Let's go get you bathed little dude." He says smuggly.

"Good idea." When they're out of ears reach you sigh rather loudly.

You love your two guys but it can be tiring when your husband stoops to a two year old's level.

The type to be like "you want a piece of me little man?"

More often than not instead of handling a situation normally he'll get on his son's level

He stopped traveling so often to settle down with you

He and his son are always getting into some form of trouble

He made your son think popsicles are a sustainable breakfast

Butttt when you're gone he does pull himself together and makes an amazing father

He and Akio take naps together, being a menace is not easy work

Akaashi Keiji:

"No! The monster will get me!" Ami yells as she runs away from Bokuto.

"Papa save me!" She yells out to Akaashi.

"Honey, your Uncle Bokuto isn't a monster." he explains.

Bokuto pouts at Ami's reaction, any time he's over she gets scared. The scared little girl crawls into her father's lap for comfort. Akaashi rubs her little back and she hugs him close.

"I don't try to be scarey, Ami. I brought you candy!" Bokuto exclaims with the candy in his hand. It seems to work for a second because she turns her head to look at him. He smiles at her and she makes a small 'hmph' and nuzzles her head in her father's stomach.

"Come on, bun. Don't be shy, your uncle is really cool.." his voice lowers and he mutters, "at least most of the time he is." Ami hears this and giggles.

"Okay papa... you gotta hold my hand though, just in case." She says shyly.

Akaashi nods his head confirming he'll listen to his daughter's request. She cautiously approaches Bokuto. He holds out the candy for her to take, without hesitation the young girl grabs the candy and remembers her manners.

"Thank.. you." she says to bokuto. He beams at her and nods.

"That's my girl, you've got great manners." Akaashi says with a very small smile.

Everyone turns their head to the door because they hear it unlocking. "Ami, mommy's home with the kitten!" You yell.

Ami jumps up and down quickly forgetting she was even scared, "What did the vet say?! Will Popcorn be okay?!" She asks all at once.

"The vet said Popcorn has perfect health." Ami squeals in excitement. She runs over to the carrier to open it up so her kitten could come out.

Akaashi looks at his daughter in awe, "she's just like you." You know who he's refering to. He believes that your daughter looks more like you but you think it's the opposite.

"Papa come hold Popcorn!" Ami says. Akaashi walked toward the cat carrier and picked up the kitten. Ami was a giggling mess.

"Akaashi! I always knew you'd make a good father!" Bokuto exclaims dramatically.

"Huh, you really think so?" Akaashi asks and Bokuto can't get a word in because you're quick to interrupt.

"We know so!" Well, everyone knows so. Akaashi is calm and rational after all. He completes you and your daughter.

Stay at home dad (i don't make the rules)

His daughter is a daddy's girl

He initially said no to a kitten but you and your daughter begged until he said yes

Pretty calm in most situations

Surprisingly didn't freak out when he found out you were pregnant

He did so much research on how to be a dad because he didn't wanna mess up

VERY protective of his daughter

He bakes with his daughter as a hobby

[chloe-spade]

The Twelve Dancing Princes Prologue: Meet the Princes

A king named Lilia lived in a kind way in a place far, far away. He was known as a just king who sought his kingdom. And today was special to him as a faraway land visited him.

"How kind of you to invite me to your palace," laughed King Farena of the Scalding Sands toward King Lilia. And it's such a pleasure to have you invite our family to Prince Vil and my young brother Leona's annual engagement ball."

"Ah, it's a pleasure," Lilia grinned. "I just thought it was best for you to have a grand tour and meet my other sons. They can be a little much but I hope you can have fun."

"Indded."

Lilia leads Farena towards the main library, which he opens to reveal the eldest son, Vil, and one of the younger twins, Floyd. Vil is helping the young boy study, which is more of a punishment for the young boy than Vil thought.

"Well, I see that Floyd is catching up with his studies like he's supposed to?"

"Yes, Papa," Vil answered, getting up. "It's a pleasure to have you visit, King Farena."

Vil looks over and brings Floyd over.

"Nice to meet you, King Farena." Floyd reluctantly greeted.

"It's a pleasure to see you again, Vil," Farena greeted. "And this is Jade, I presume?"

Floyd chuckled. "Yeah, that's me."

Vil rolled his eyes as he cleared his throat. "No, sir, this is his twin bother, Floyd. But I do understand the confusion, they look pretty similar in a distance."

"Ha! And he tried to trick me, the little tricker!" Farena laughed, ruffling Floyd's hair. "How funny you are, Floyd."

"Thank you, your highness," Floyd grinned. "I'll keep it up if it makes you laugh in the future."

"Ha, I can't wait."

Vil chuckled. "If you'll excuse us, your majesty, but we need to continue his studies. Floyd, though funny, has neglected his royal studies and I, as his older brother, have to help him keep up."

"Ah, then don't let us interrupt you." Lilia grinned. "Come now, we must continue on our tour."

Farena and Lilia left the library and continued down the hall, now talking amongst themselves, when they heard a camera clicking and shuddering noise.

"Oops! My bad," a voice giggled. "I was trying to fix my camera, but I see that it works."

"Cater," Lilia chuckled. "I hope you got my good side. I don't want to disappoint you or your photo album."

Cater grinned and rushed over to the kings, still holding his camera.

"Nonsense, Papa," Cater grinned. "But I do need a better photo of you and the King. It's for the special occasion."

"So, you're Prince Malleus's betrothed," Farena smiled. "Prince Cater. I see that you have a camera with you, like always."

"Heh, guilty," Cater blushed. "But I always have it with me, and the precious memories that I capture are best for later, right?"

"You got that from me, I suppose," Lilia laughed. "I do not have to worry about what happens with my old memories, hmm? Knowing that everyone has a photo and by extent, a memory."

"He is very sweet," Farena grinned. "I can see why Malleus has fallen for you."

"Aw, thank you. But I have to go, I have to get these to Yaz before I fix it again. I promised him more photo for his paintings."

"Oh, can you lead us to him?" Lilia asked. "I want him to meet the king before the ball."

"Oh, of course."

Cater begins to walk away, leading the duo outside on the balcony, where he sees two of his other sons: One of the middle children, Yaz, who is painting out on the balcony, and surprisingly, Idia, who is playing chess with his younger brother, Ortho.

"Good afternoon noon you two, I'm so glad to see you outside Idia." He spoke.

"It's for Ortho," Idia muttered. "He wanted to play outside by the gardens."

"Hi!" Ortho greeted. "I'm Ortho. A pleasure."

"And the pleasure's all mine," Farena smiled and kneeled at Ortho's level. "Look at you, such a spunky young child."

"I get that a lot," Ortho grinned. "But you should see my brother Epel. He's much more rowdy than I am."

"Oh, duly noted," Farena laughed and turned his attention to Yaz. "And you must be Yaz."

"Pleasure," Yaz spoke without looking away from his painting.

"It's best not to disturb him," Lilia chuckled. "He can get upset if you do. Always so focused on his paintings, it's a wonder why most of them are on the castle walls."

"Oh, I thought," Farena gasped. "Amazing. I didn't even notice."

"Not everyone does."

Well, after all this talk, I cannot help but be famished," Lilia chuckles. We can get a quick snack. And Yaz, make sure to show me that finished portrait of yours," Lilia happily says before leaving the two alone.

"I will."

"Oh, I'm having so much fun." Farena grinned. "Your sons are extraordinary."

"I unfortunately don't have the time, but would you like to grab something to snack on?" Lilia asked.

"Yes, please."

"Wonderful, and if we're lucky, we might be able to meet Trey," he explained, now showing him the dining room.

"Another one of your sons,Lilia?"

"Yes, as you know I do have 12 sons." Lilia grinned. "But you might meet all of them when lunch arrives, as some of them do like to leave the castle at this time."

"Amazing," Farena grinned. "You must be so proud of them."

"I always am," Lilia expressed happily. "I adored them the minute I decided to adopt them. Being a lonely king did not quite help after my coronation. But a dear friend recommended marriage and having children, but I am not someone who wants to be tied down, so I skipped the marriage and went to adopt children."

"That seems… reasonable."

As they entered the dining area, a pleasant smell filled the air, making Farena's stomach growl and Lilia laugh.

"Good evening, King Lilia," greeted a royal chef.

"Ah, good evening to you too. Is Trey in the kitchen?"

"Why yes, right now he's finishing up the sandwiches." A maid explains.

"Is that so? Does he need any help?" he asked, making everyone stop for a moment.

"Yeah, we have everything under control." Another babbled.

"But I insist." He cheerfully said, now entering the kitchen.

"Are you sure?"

"But they haven't even arrived, I know for a fact it's not even close to lunch time." He said, now brushing off the claims.

"Please, Prince Trey has everything under control," stammered a butler.

"But I want to help my son," Lilia said sadly.

"Father, I'm perfectly fine doing this on my own." Someone spoke up, it was Trey.

"Oh, you must be Prince Trey," Farena said. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine," Trey bowed. "You must Leona's older brother."

"Yes, and I am quite impressed of the food you presented for us today. The chef of the family," Farena joked.

"Yes, but it was after Father cooked. He may be a good father, but he is not quite a good cook," Trey warned.

"That was one time," Lilia pouted.

"Father, when you adopted me, you almost set the kitchen and the castle on fire," Trey recalled. "Please, let me deal with lunch."

"Oh, how can I say no to you?" Lilia laughed. "Shall we go to the dining room?"

"Lead the way, King Lilia,"

As they entered the room, Farena noticed some of the boys that he already met, but new faces as well. He couldn't help but be surprised that there were ten of them all together.

"Take any seat you would like, and don't be shy to say hello to my children." Lilia happily offered.

"Vil."

"It's nice to see you again, Farena," Vil greeted.

"Cater."

"Hi! Sorry, still need to get this camera working."

"Idia."

Idia just waved and looked down at the floor, clearly more nervous than before.

"Trey,"

Trey bowed as he and the other chefs walked out, bringing the food to the dining area.

"Rook."

Rook was the 5th eldest, who was cleaning his archer bow. But he turned towards Farena and waved, "Bonsoir, Votre Altesse."

"Yaz."

Yaz nodded towards Farena, still looking at his newly made painting.

"…Uh…well, where did that boy go?" Lilia chuckles. "Probably late. Nonetheless, Jade and Floyd."

Farena saw the twins talking to each other, and he had a hard time figuring out which one he had met alongside Vil earlier that day. However, he noticed one of them still had dirt in his hair.

"Nice to meet you," Jade greeted. "I'm Jade. You seem to already met my brother, Floyd."

"Can't tell?" Lilia joked. "Trust me, I finally can tell these two apart after a year."

"They are tricky," Farena mentioned.

"Epel."

"Hi, Papa!" Epel grinned. Then a ribbit came from his hat.

"Oh, do not tell me you brought that frog inside," Vil groaned.

"Of course not!" Epel pouted. "I know better than that."

"The you better give me that frog," Vil ordered.

"I don't have it!"

Vil walked over and grabbed Epel's hat, and there was no frog.

"Where?

"Like I said, I put him away."

"Where-"

But as Vil asked again, Yaz jolted from his chair and noticed the frog in his water cup.

"Epel!" Yaz groaned.

"What!?" He asked, pretending he doesn't know any better

"…really, in a cup of all places?" Vil asked, clearly disappointed.

But he didn't have time to grab it as Floyd grabbed it from his older brother's cup.

"I got it!" He cheered.

"Floyd, give me that," Vil demanded.

"No! You're going to hurt him!" Epel shouted, now trying to reach Floyd.

Soon, Vil snatched the frog from Floyd's hand, with Epel trying to get it.

"You two, wash your hands this instant. Or else I'll have to tell you to Trey to skip on your favorite snacks today," he said as he went to a nearby window and let the frog go.

"My, your sons are an funny case."

"They are," Lilia chuckles, trying to keep composure after what he witnessed. "Now, where was I? Oh, yes, Ortho."

Ortho giggled at the scene and looked at Epel," I told you Vil would notice."

"I can't believe he noticed at all," Epel pouted, upset to lose his frog friend.

"And of course," Lilia smiled as he picked up a sleeping boy. "Silver."

Silver yawns and nuzzles into Lilia. "…good…evening…"

"Always asleep," Lilia cooed and sat back down. "But where is Amir? I was sure he was going to be on time today."

Then, a gray cat jumped onto the table, licking the soup.

"Grim, get down," Vil sighed. "You know you have your own bowl of milk."

Grim glared before a new pair of hands grabbed him and petted his head—the hands of Prince Amir, the middle child of the 12 princes.

"Sorry, I'm late," Amir gasped. "I was gardening and I lost track of time."

"Oh, it's alright." Lilia smiled.

"Oh, you are so predicatable," Cater laughed. "You are always in those gardens."

"Well, someone has to make sure all the plants are taken care off." Amir protested, sitting down on his chair.

"And we do know that," Vil started. "But you need to manage your time better. You are always late."

"Not my fault," Amir looked away.

"Well, today has been a great day," Farena beamed. "I am glad to have met your sons before the royal ball."

"Well I'm glad you do, I hope you're family will feel the same way once they arrive." Lilia happily said.

"Speaking of which, father, when is the royal ball?" Trey asked while sipping his tea.

"At the end of this month actually, so very soon."

"Not soon enough," Rook swooned. "A place for romance to blossom."

"For you." Yaz remarked, eating his soup.

"Must you be so pessimistic?" Rook sighed sadly. "One day you'll find someone to love."

"Which is never." Yaz rolled his eyes.

"I forgot about it, "Idia whispered.

"Such an excellent family you have," Farena complimented.

As they continued to talk, the Royal Advisor walked into the kitchen and cleared his throat.

"Your highnesses," he spoke, "The royal cobbler has arrived."

The three youngest jumped up the moment they heard that.

"Wait already! Dad can I leave early?" Epel asked

"Me too! Idia can you come along?" Othro ask.

Silver jolted awake as Epel grabbed his hands.

"That's perfectly fine by me, just let him know I said hi." Lilia happily said

With that, the three ran out, with Idia slowly following them, clearly unhappy about this.

"If it's alright, can I come with so Epel is on his good behavior?" Vil asked

"Why of course, but you have to remember that you don't have to ask me." He explained

"Thank you father."

"Vil, my I also come along? I would love to see what monsieur multi-skilled has made for this week." Rook asked, also getting up.

Vil nodded as the two walked away.

"May I also be excused?" Amir asked in a sheepish tone.

"But you haven't eaten anything. Are you sure you want to go?" Lilia questioned, which Amir nodded.

"He just wants to see the cobbler again," Yaz groaned.

"Oh, can I go?" Cater looks over at Lilia. "Come on, Amir!"

Amir didn't have a chance to speak before Cater grabbed his hand and rushed out.

"Once again, of course, but can you keep Amir in your presence? If they get hungry, you can walk them back here. And Yaz, why don't you want to go yourself?"

"He hates Sea Snake, that's why," Floyd giggled, getting up from his seat, followed by Jade.

"Sea Snake?" Farena questioned.

"A nickname for our cobbler, Jamil," Lilia explained. "He always comes by to give them shoes whenever they request it."

Floyd grins and pulls Yaz away, followed by Jade and Trey.

"If it's only for the shoes," Yaz mumbled.

"I mean, he is a cobbler, so that's expected. But Yaz doesn't seem too happy going." Trey chuckles, seeing Yaz trying to get away.

"I. Do not. Like him."

"Why? He makes the best shoes immagainable," Floyd argued. "Without him, we would never dance together."

"He does have a point," Trey admitted.

As everyone else saw the four left, Lilia sighed.

"My apologies for all this chaos; I know some guests could become overwhelming," he said to Farena.

"Oh, don't," Farena reassured. "I am having a great time."

"Follow me, then," Lilia offered.

Farena followed Lilia towards the entrance, watching the boys rush down the stairs and towards the carriage and the man named Jamil, who was getting his horse settled.

The three youngest approached, excited.

"You have our shoes?" gasped Ortho.

"Of course," Jamil laughed. "But I do need someone to unlock my safe for me."

Jamil then took the key out of his pocket and handed it to Epel. "You don't mind, your highness?"

Epel's eyes lit up, and he rushed over to unlock the safe. Jamil opened it, revealing 12 pairs of ballet shoes, each designed for a prince.

"Oh, you have outdone yourself," Rook complimented. "Your craftsmanship never ceases to amaze me."

"I don't think there that impressive," Jamil mumbled.

"Don't look down on yourself," Rook smiled. "You are our trusted cobbler for a reason."

"Indeed," Vil agreed. "You always make us shoes whenever we ask for them. We can't thank you enough." Vil then Inspected his pair of shoes. "You made these by hand, correct? That obviously takes time and patience to do so."

"Especially to all 12 of us," Cater added.

"Well, then, I thank you for always requesting me," Jamil flushed.

As they continued to talk, Silver noticed Jamil's bird pushing a box forward. But everyone else saw the twins and Trey greeting them with a fuming Yaz.

"I'm surprised you convinced him to come along." Idia remakes, making Yaz glare at him.

"Well, he was mostly dragged by the twins against his own will." Trey explain.

"Two twins are stronger than one," Yaz mumbled.

"Yep!! Sea Snake!"

Jamil rolls his eyes at Yaz, takes their shoes, and hands them out.

"Thank you,"

Jade and Floyd immediately put on their new shoes and walked around before Floyd grinned at Jade.

"I'll race ya, Jade!!"

"You're on, Floyd!"

Silver carefully takes the box from the bird, scolding it.

"Squawk Open, open!" The bird spoke to Silver, which immediately alerted Jamil. He knew what this bird was planning.

"Silver? What do you have there?" Rook asked, now looking at the nice wooden box.

"Present! Present for his-"

"Stop-!" Jamil gasps and grabs the bird.

Silver looks at Rook, opens the box, and gasps. Inside were beautiful rose-colored shoes with white accents. A rose was in the center, and they had a certain shine to them.

"Oh my! These are very well crafted! In fact…it has so many little details that I can't even count them!" Rook said in amazement, now passing the box over to Vil.

Vil examined it, and Silver also tried to see. The bird is now trying to say something, but Jamil closes his beak.

"Those are Amir's colors…" Cater gasps, "Aw, Jamil! You made Amir's shoes so cute and special!"

Jamil looks away and blushes, trying to shut up with a loud-mouthed bird.

"Now Cater, it's best not to jump to conclusions. You need to find some evidence first." Vil bluntly said.

Then he began to list the many items that Amir liked, from his favorite flower to two speedwells to his favorite color combinations. The more Vil spoke, the more he embarrassed Jamil to the core and alerted the other brothers, who clearly were interested now.

"This is really interesting…I'm surprise you haven't given this too Amir yet." Vil pointed out

"He personally made it for them-" The bird squawked before Jamil shut its mouth again.

"I said hush!" Jamil closes its mouth, but he then notices that the shoes are gone.

"Axolotl!!" Floyd called out, "Tada!! Sea Snake made these just for you!" Floyd grinned and handed the shoes to Amir.

"Oh? Thank you, Floyd, but you didn't take this behind his back, right?" Amir questioned, rather flustered with the gift.

"Nope! But I heard he made these so speacial for you," Floyd teased.

"How romantic," added Floyd.

As for the older brothers, they began to snicker and look over a red Jamil.

"O..Oh, really?" Amir blushed as he examined his new shoes. "They are beautiful."

"Can you please stop?" Jamil mumbled.

"Please." Yaz added, "It's annoying."

"I guess we could…but Amir, you should thank Jamil for his kind gift." Vil teased, now moving Amir to the others.

"Oh right, thank you, Jamil. It was lovely of you to do, and I'm surprised you remember my favorite flower." He thanked him, now blushing a lot. "I also have a gift for you too!"

"You do?" Jamil blurted out.

"I do." Amir smiles. I was waiting to gift it, but I didn't know how."

With that, some of Amir's brothers decided to say 'aw' out loud, making them more embarrassed. Amir ignored them as he quickly pulled out a well-crafted wooden box containing a flute inside.

"Your highness," Jamil blushed. "Thank you."

"I heard about you wanting to play the flute," Amir explained.

"So that's were you ran off to Amir? Getting a lovely girft from the marketplace again?" Rook spoke, clearly not helping Amir at all.

"No, I made it!" Amir admitted.

"Are you able to play it?" Epel asked Jamil, clearly oblivious to what was going on.

"I can if you want me to," Jamil answered, still amazed by the gift.

"Then can you play for us?" He asked again.

"Epel, Jamil is a busy guy. He might not be able to play for us today," Trey explains, now feeling bad for him and Amir.

Do you want me to?"

"That would be lovely for you to do!" Rook happily said.

The three younger brothers got excited, now waiting for the music to play.

Jamil nodded. He carefully takes the flute and begins to practice, figuring it out.

And by luck, he wasn't messing up.

"He's good..!"

"Welll then, it looks like monsieur multi-task has a few tricks in his sleeves." Rook said with amazement.

"True, but I think the others are having fun," Trey spoke, pointing out Othro wanting to dance with Idia and Floyd pulling Yaz to dance.

"I mean," Cater grins, "We have these shoes .. why not use them?!

As he happily said that, he pulled Trey into the small forming dance group.

"Shall we dance, Roi du poison?" Rook asked, now holding his hand.

"I thought you never asked."

With the flute playing, the princes began to dance to the lovely music, even dancing to the best at the same time.

This wasn't new for them; since it was the younger brothers who wanted to do this with their family, it soon became a small routine in their lives.

Especially when they get new dance shoes every few weeks.

Lilia and Izzo watch the brothers having fun by the castle's doors. Lilia was glad to see them happy after all.

"Lilia. Your sons are such a delight to be around." Farena spoke. "And look at them. They have a special bond that I, frankly, never seen before."

"I'm glad you think so. Despite their different backgrounds, they all try their best to get along and keep the peace together," Lilia explained. "I am incredibly honored to be your father."

"Then consider us coming by for the ball!" Farena cheered.

"It would be lovely for you to come, King Farena. I'll let my staff know about your invitation."

🩰

The day continued after Farena's and Jamil's departure.

Idia was playing chess with Ortho. Silver, Jade, and Amir are in the gardens, mainly looking at the plants with Yaz, painting the scenery with Cater, and taking photos. Vil was still teaching Epel, and Floyd, with the help of Rook and Trey, was serving tea and cookies for everyone.

"Thank you, Trey," Vil smiles, taking a cookie.

"You are very welcome, Vil."

The Royal Advisor rang the bell to get the princes' attention.

"May Prince Vil, Prince Cater, and Prince Idia come to the throne room immediently?"

"Oh, is Vil in trouble?" Epel teased.

"Of course not," Vil huffed. "It's obviously about the ball."

Vil, Cater, and Idia departed from the gardens and entered the throne room, where Lilia sat and waited.

"Ah my three eldest," he spoke fondly. "I'm glad you came in time." Lilia happily spoke. "Since the banquet is almost here, I want to mention something important that was brought up."

"What is it?"

"Well, remember that this ball is to celebrate your engagements."

"Oh, yes we do know," Vil spoke up. "What about it?"

"Well, three very important people have been invited or asked to join. One of them being your childhood friend Cater." Lilia happily said.

"Malleus? I'm glad that he's been invited to this event…though he might scare everyone away." Vil spoke up.

"Oh, I can't wait!" Cater gasped. "I haven't seen him in forever. I miss him."

"Of course you do," Idia mumbled.

"Not another word out of your mouth," Cater looked over at Idia.

"Excited Cater?" Vil smugly asked.

"Yes, I wanted to invite him to stay with us for a week, since it's been a while when he saw him."

"True, but what about the other two? I really hope it's not who I'm thinking of…"

"The Kingscholar family asked if I could invite Leona." Lilia explained.

"Oh, and you get to see Leona again," Cater grinned, going towards Vil.

"Unlike you, I am not pleased to see him again," Vil sighed. "That rude lion folk better be on his best behavior when he arrives."

"You call him that but I seen the way you two look at each other," Cater teased. "Come on, admit it."

"Not in your wildest dreams, Cater."

"Pardon me," Lilia spoke. "We will also have Lord Azul of the Ashengrotto estate joining us as well."

"…what?" Idia blushes.

"Oh, may this be the day our shy Idia confesses?" Vil chuckled under his breath.

"I bet it'll be Azul," Cater whispered back.

"Well, he's well known for a lovely tavern called Monstro Lounge. I heard he built it from the grown-up when he was only nine years old alongside his mother," Lilia explained. "And he asked and promised some deliciousness, so I couldn't say no."

"We already know about him, Papa," Cater smiles. "I'm surprised he'll be visiting and staying for a week as well."

"Well, he requested it," Lilia admitted.

"Of course. Any way to get his restaurant noticed by other lords and ladies," Idia mumbled.

"You don't sound very thrilled Idia, another person from the past coming back to haunt you?" Vil jokingly asked.

"Stop it."

"Now, now, that's not the only news," Lilia announced. "Since this is going to be a big deal, my advisers suggested getting a tutor for the younger children to be well-behaved."

"Oh, that sounds like a good idea. Especially since our younger brothers are out of control." Vil agreed, pleased to hear that.

"Well, I hope the tutor isn't harsh," Cater hoped. "Considering our younger ones, they don't need it as much as the twins do."

"Do you even realize the pranks those two have done? And the ones Epel helps them with?" Vil groaned. "I had to keep them in check every moment, and frankly they need someone like a tutor."

"I know that they're kids and are still learning about the world around them, but in the future, they might be their own leaders. Unfortunately, I won't be around forever." Lilia explains.

"And we understand you're reasoning, and it won't be a awful thing if they learn some proper manners." Vil nodded.

As the three agreed with the idea, Idia couldn't help but stay silent. He knew this wasn't going to end well, but he was going to keep quiet, unaware of how bad this feeling his gut was.

"…"

🩰

The night arrived, and everyone was ready to go to bed. Since it was a sleepover night, they stayed in one room.

Silver held onto his plush and ready to sleep on the pillow. Trey chuckles and picks him up.

"Oh, Silver, you should get on your bed before sleeping," Trey spoke softly,

"Hmm?" Silver yawns and looks up at Trey.

"We should get to bed; we have a special guest in the morning," Vil explained while brushing Epel's hair.

"This early? We didn't even share some ghost stories yet." Othro pouted.

"We can do only one," Idia whispered to Ortho, "but then we should go to bed."

"Alright…but why are we sleeping this early?" Orthro asked.

"Because tomorrow we have a special guest coming to the palace." Vil explained.

"Who is it?" Floyd asked.

"An old friend of Lilia's; he invited her over to help us prepare for the banquet." Cater added.

"But we don't need any help, we're ready for any party after all." Epel interjected, clearly not happy to hear this

"I don't see the purpose," Jade added.

"Yet that sounds like a challenge, wouldn't you agree Floyd?" Rook asked.

"This isn't a challenge; it will help us prepare to be future kings," Vil remarked, looking at Rook.

"We're to young to care," Floyd pouted.

"That's what we thought so as well, but time goes by extremely quickly. And now we here and soon to be kings." Vil explains

"Blah, Blah.."

Vil looked annoyed at Floyd but soon put him and the others to bed.

Floyd huffs and gets on his bed.

"Alright, good night everyone-"

"Hey Vil? Could you or the others tell us a bed time story?" Othro asked

"Please?" Silver added.

"Well I don't have any unfortunately…but you could ask Cater."

"What?"

"I know you tend to put up a good show, so why not do this?"

"It's your turn," Cater argued, "I told a story the last sleepover night."

"Yes but, I don't have any good ones." Vil argued back.

"Seriously?"

As the two refused, Amir got out of bed and grabbed one of the books from the shelves.

"If you like, I could read one." He offered

"Oh? What is it?" Yaz asked.

"Remember my gift from father?"

"Oh! You mean the birthday book that he always gives to us?" Epel excitedly asks.

"Yeah, I thought maybe I could read it to you guys…" He explained

"Please? Read it!" Floyd cheers.

"I will…just one moment.

Everyone then went towards Amir's bed as he grabbed the book and started to read it.

🩰

"Once upon a time, Twelve princesses slept in twelve beds in the same room. Every night, their doors are securely locked by their father. But in the morning, their dancing shoes are found to be worn through as if they had been dancing all night. The King, perplexed, asks his daughters to explain, but they refuse. The King then promises his kingdom and each daughter to any man who can discover the princesses' midnight secret within three days and three nights, but those who fail within the set time limit will be sentenced to death.

An old soldier who returns from war comes to the King's call after several princes fail in an attempt. While traveling through a wood, he encounters an old woman who gives him an enchanted cloak that he can use to observe the King's unaware daughters. She tells him not to eat or drink anything given to him in the evening by any of the princesses and to pretend to be fast asleep until they leave.

The soldier is well received at the palace just as the others were, and indeed, in the evening, the princess royal, the eldest daughter, comes to his chamber and offers him a cup of wine. The soldier, remembering the old woman's advice, secretly throws it away and snores loudly as if asleep.

The twelve princesses were assured that the soldier was asleep, so they dressed in delicate dancing gowns and escaped from their room by a trap door on the floor.

"The soldier, seeing this, puts on his magic cloak and follows them. He steps on the gown of the youngest princess, whose cry of alarm to her sisters is rebuffed by the eldest. The passageway leads them to three groves of trees, the first having leaves of silver, the second of gold, and the third of glittering diamonds. Wishing for a token, the soldier breaks off a twig of each as evidence. They walk on until they come upon a great clear lake. Twelve boats, with twelve princes, appear where the twelve princesses are waiting. Each princess gets into one, and the soldier steps into the same boat with the twelfth and youngest princess. The youngest princess complains that the prince needs to row faster, not knowing the soldier is in the boat. On the other side of the lake stands a castle, into which all the princesses go and dance the night away.

The twelve princesses happily dance all night until their shoes are worn through, and they are obliged to leave. The strange adventure continues on the second and third nights, and everything happens just as before, except that on the third night, the soldier carries away a golden cup as a token of where he has been. When it comes time for him to declare the princesses' secret, he goes before the King with the three branches and the golden cup and tells him about everything he has seen. The princesses know that there is no use in denying the truth and confessing. The soldier chooses the eldest princess as his bride, for he is not a very young man and is made the King's heir. The twelve princes are put under a curse for as many nights as they danced with the princesses."

🩰

"I forgot that wasn't a happy story.." Idia mumbled, picking up Ortho, who was sleeping.

"Yeah, but father isn't like that… right?" Cater asked.

"Sorry, I just saw this one and decided to pick it." Amir apologizes.

"No worries, fairytales in general are weird to begin with." Trey explained

Everyone went back to bed, and the lights were out. But Idia couldn't sleep, his mind still worried about the new tutor who was to arrive tomorrow. It wasn't new to Idia to have a bad feeling, but this was one he couldn't even get rid of.

He could only hope the feeling disappears when he wakes up tomorrow morning.

[queenendless]

🥳🎂🎉GETO B-DAY SHORT🎉🎂🥳

A/n: Yes, it's short.

I just found out about this yesterday. A sequel to Gojo's b-day one I guess.

Sorry I got my mind elsewhere now but here it is regardless.

Already AU established poly satosugu x reader, fluff, yall know the drill.

PLEASE DON'T PLAGARIZE STEAL COPY TRANSLATE AND OR REPOST MY FANFIC WORK. RATHER REBLOG LIKE AND FOLLOW PLEASE AND THNX U.

Your weary sighs were blatantly loud on purpose so he would hear.

His pinched gazing noggin popped out from the bundle of blankets wrapped around him, relaxing on the back porch of your private shared abode.

The puffy pure powder made his raven hair pop out well against the snow.

“Alright what's wrong?”

“How did you know?”

“You’re sighing right in my face. That and you're obviously hiding something behind your back.” Geto knowingly stated, grinning, before patting the space beside him, gesturing you to sit. “Now, what is it?”

You plopped your cheek on his blanketed shoulder, resigned as you handed him a familiar velvet box, embarrassingly admitting to his wry amusement as he opened it up.

“It's a duplicate of the locket I gave Toru on his birthday. They're a matching set. Sorry I couldn't come up with something else for you but I really didn't know what could top it — mmph!”

His giant sculpted hand covered your mouth mid rambling, his almond eyes crinkled with mirth.

“It's perfect.”

You snorted a bit behind his palm, gently pulling his giant hand down with both yours, caressing and playing with his fingers. “Toru said the exact same thing.”

His fingers grasped your chin to tilt your face for him to peck your lips. Your nose. Your eyelids. Just all over your face, in general.

“Because it's pure fact. For it symbolizes the moment Satoru and I realized you're the one we've been waiting for.”

God he has such a way with words.

“Care to help me put it on?”

You did with such care, gasping as he pulled you down right after, falling across his lap, giggling and kicking your feet as his Cheshire grin greeted you with even more kisses peppering all over your bashful face.

“Thank you for the gift, love.” His genuinity made his eyes shine brighter to you.

Your nose brushed his as the early rise of the sun caught your gazes, making your snowy grounds sparkle. “Happy birthday Sugu.”

“Hey! No fair leaving me out of the love fest!”

That familiar raspy voice complained as lean long arms draped across Geto's blanketed shoulders and your cradled form as Gojo plopped down beside him, hair disheveled and pajamas wrinkled but his sleepy smiling face was elevated by the sunrise glow.

“Well old timer? How's 34 treating ya so far?”

“You're a year older, idiot.”

“Ah but Suguru, 30s are the new 20s. At least that's what our precious kids tell me, anyway.”

“You're both still quite knockouts~” Your shy compliment made them both blush red but Gojo laughed heartily.

“Ya see~? Darling’s got the best taste.” Taking the locket in his hand to see it up close with sentiment, Gojo's eyes twinkled, smitten. “She chose us, after all.”

You kissed Suguru's cheek while Satoru kissed the other, nuzzling his beaming face into Suguru who couldn't suppress his soft laughter. “Suguru, thank you. For everything you do.”

“Thank you for your empathy, your support, your guidance.” You confess warmly, smooching him to see him fluster.

“And for being the best partner in all walks of life.” Satoru's thankfulness spoke volumes, kissing him smoldering.

“God you're both sappy.” Suguru's breathy chuckle only elevated how warm and fluttery and thankful he felt inside for you both. “The feeling’s mutual.”

You three spent a while just sitting there, cuddling close together, just taking in the fresh air and the gorgeous start to this special day.

[xoioel]

➤ MENT TO BE

parings: tzuyu x 10th!Member Reader

genre: fluff, angst

warning; none

summary: Being new to all of the relationships stuff, Tzuyu thought you had left but in reality you were just cooking breakfast

note: very short but i love it so. Love my bias Tzuyu

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Tzuyu groaned as she rolled towards the nightstand to silence her alarm. It was the one she only set to make sure she didn’t sleep all day on her rare days off. She wanted to make sure that she spent most of it with you. At the thought of you, she instinctively rolled back towards your side of the bed, opening her mouth to tell you to wake up. Her jaw hung open in shock when she didn’t see you in bed next to her. Her brow furrowed in confusion, making her sit up to find some sort of answer as to why you weren’t lying in her bed.

No text messages, no note, no sign of your things. She sighed defeatedlty, letting her insecurities get the better of her. She probably said something that scared you off last night. She figured that her telling you she loved you must have made her look desperate. Even worse, maybe you weren’t in love with her back at all and left her because it would be too hard to say it to her face?

Her internal monologue was interrupted by a loud crash that sounded like it came from the kitchen. She immediately sprung up, startled and wanting to investigate the scene. She hurriedly turnt the corner into the kitchen, and stopped in her tracks at the sight before her. There you were, cleaning flour up off the floor while the kitchen was in shambles around you. The counter was covered in eggs and milk, all the pots and pans were brought out from the cupboard, and something was burning on the stove.

“Ah, I’m sorry babe, I didn’t mean to wake you up!” you cried as you noticed her in front of you. “No, it’s okay. I’m kind of relieved to be honest.” she laughed, putting her hands up in her hair in disbelief. “What exactly are you doing?” You sighed, dumping the dustpan into the trash. “Well, I’m trying to make us pancakes, but it’s not exactly working out.” She gave you an affectionate pout, clasping her hands over her heart. Here she was, worried that you didn’t love her and abandoned her, when you were just in the kitchen making her breakfast. She felt so stupid, and a little bit guilty too. “Awh, you’re so precious Y/N! Let me help you…”

She put her long auburn locks up into a ponytail and approached your messy bowl of batter to make some new pancakes. She had apparently been making them for the girls lately, and had gotten pretty good at it. You had never really cooked them by yourself, you just wanted to surprise her. “You’re so good at this honey!” you squealed, wrapping your arms around her torso in a soft back hug. “Sorry I couldn’t make them myself. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed.” She giggled, flipping a pancake. “Hey, it’s the thought that counts! It’s so kind of you just to want this. Besides, it’s more special because we got to work together on it!” Soon your girlfriend had cooked up a huge stack of beautiful pancakes, and you were sitting at the table about to devour them. “I was relieved to see you here…” She said as she drunk her juice.

“Tzu?” you asked suddenly, stopping your knife mid-saw. “What did you mean when you said you were relieved to see me in the kitchen earlier?” She set down her glass of juice, eyes going wide at the table beneath her as she tried to think of what to say. Her fingers drummed on the table for a minute before she gave you a fake laugh. “Of course I just meant that I was happy you weren’t hurt… I heard a loud noise so I ran out and-“

“Tzuyu.” you stopped her, looking at her with a knowing expression. You reached forward and grabbed her hand, rubbing your thumb against the back. She looked at you with big, vulnerable eyes, completely frozen. “You didn’t think I left, did you?” She glanced to the side with an anxious smile, biting her lip. After she collected herself, she turned back to face you. “I didn’t mean to think poorly of your loyalty, I was just scared because of what I said last night.”

“What, that you love me?” you inquired, squinting your eyes slightly in confusion. “I said I loved you too though...” You said very confused. “Y/N please don’t be upset,” she pleaded, eyes growing glossy. “I know you’re not that kind of person. I was more looking down on myself because I thought I didn’t deserve you.”

“Hey hey, there’s no need to cry…” you hushed her, pulling out the chair to sit in her lap. “I’m not upset with you, I’m just worried that you don’t know how much I love you. Nothing you ever say could scare me. I’ll never see you as desperate just because you don’t want to be abandoned. Relationships are scary, I would be more concerned if you didn’t get anxious. But I promise I’m not going anywhere.” Her face slowly turnt up into a loving smile as she put her arms up around your shoulders to embrace you. “You always know the perfect thing to say.”

You rested your forehead against hers, looking deep into her eyes. “The only thing I know for sure is that I love you.” You say very happily, “I love you too, Y/N. I think I just needed to hear it from you first.” She giggled, leaning forward to meet your lips in a soft, slow kiss. It was full of adoration and gratitude, and you could feel through the grip she had on your shift that she was trying to communicate how she felt about you with her actions. And of course, you understood her perfectly. That was what made you two such a perfect match after all! The both of you spent the rest of the day doing all of things you both love. Also going to you guys favorite stores and stopping at the animal shelter so look at all of the puppies. Going to Tzuyus favorite clothing store and your favorite stores aswell. You both are just ment to be…

© xoioel — do not copy, translate, or share my work.

[dotaeisms]

❛𝗹𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘀, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙨…❜ / HAN

🗯️ as an artist, drawing nude bodies is a thing, so…i thought about this.

🏷️ gn reader x han jisung, sub! jisung, pet names (darling, baby), mommy kink at the end (i’m not sorry), masturbation, i think thats it.

smut under cut, MDNI !!

it all started when jisung wanted to rile you up.

how could you say no to him?

but, work was beckoning you.

despite loving art, getting your weekly sketches in was exhausting, it almost annoyed you to take time out of your day to find daily inspiration.

this is where jisung came in.

‘don’t rile me up…’ you speak, voice littered with annoyance as he was feeling you up for the nth time today.

‘you know y/n, just being close to you gets me riled up.’

you can almost see the outline of his boner through his sweats, and you pushed the thought of pushing him down and sucking him off at that second.

‘jeez, you perv!’

it was obviously a joke, but that seemed to turn jisung on even more.

‘i’m not lying darling.’ he approached, giving you a short kiss to the cheek.

with this you roll your eyes, leaning back in the bed.

‘hm, you’re lucky you’re attractive, maybe you can pose for me while i sketch?’

jisung smiled.

‘ah, i would love to, i love the attention.’

‘well, by all means.’

you crossed your legs and placed the sketchbook in your lap, pencil in hand as you turned to your boyfriend, who was getting out of the bed.

‘i could possibly think of a unique pose or two.’ he strikes a pose, both of you laughing.

‘or maybe…’ he smirks, ‘i can model without any clothes hm?’

with this you practically drooled.

‘yes please.’ was all you could muster up.

within a split second he managed to strip all his clothes off, of course giving you a show as he did so.

‘well, like that you see?’

his hard cock bobbed in the air, pre-cum already leaking from the top. he stretched his arms out, posing his arms and torso, quickly facing a bit to the right.

‘hm, could you face forward baby?’ you ask, an innocent gaze as you continued sketching.

‘sure thing.’

he shifted to face you a bit more, frustration building on his face as his cock twitched with desire.

‘did you just wanna get a good look at my body hm?’ he asked, licking his lips.

‘aw, you know me so well.’

as you placed the final touches on your sketches, you smiled.

jisung nodded and sank into his hip.

‘do you need any special poses hm? i just wanna listen to my artist.’

he crooned, almost teasing in a way.

his cock was still leaking, hard as a rock. you giggled, leaning back.

‘maybe get on your knees, spread those legs for me yeah?’

he immediately obeyed, biting his lip.

when you started sketching, it took everything for jisung not to start touching himself, all sprawled out like this, how could he not?

‘almost done baby, then you can come yeah?’

you stuck your tongue out in focus, getting every curve of his ass all the way to the size of his hard tip.

there was no possible way you could turn this in for a grade, but, it was worth the practice anyways.

‘ngh, y/n, need to, p-please.’

jisung was begging, hands inches away from his leaking thing.

‘go ahead baby, i’m watching.’

he took a sigh of relief and proceeded to jerk himself off, softly whining as you sat cross legged on the bed watching him.

the sounds of his whines were enough to make arousal pool in yourself, feeling a knot form ever so slightly.

you hushed him, smacking his hands away before crawling over.

‘is my baby about to come?’ you ask, hand fisting his cock.

he lets out a guttural moan.

‘yes, gonna come for mommy.’

he becomes submissive under your touch.

‘good boy, be a good boy and come for mommy.’

and so he did, the precious liquid covering your hand, as you lapped it all up you kissed him with a smile.

‘my subject was so beautiful for me, good boy jisung.’

[your-local-hoemie]

Aftercare with the anemo boys shwjendh TT

My sibling in Christ, yES HDIDUKEJ!!!

Apologies for Heizou and Xiao’s part’s being short! God decided to send a vibe check this morning and gave me a heart attack so I finished writing this from hospital while super tired >_>

Warnings: fluff, pretty suggestive (especially in Heizou’s), established relationship, swearing, gn!reader, not proof-read.

Characters: venti, kazuha, wanderer, heizou, xiao.

Venti~

He would be so smug and caring at the same time wtf?

Be prepared for a lot of teasing.

Definitely actives his archonic-ego

If you find it hard to stand or walk, he’d absolutely carry you bridal style!

Though good luck getting him out of bed to begin with-

Dudes gonna be clinging to you like a imprinted koala!

Lots of nuzzling and kisses!

After ya’ll did the do, he’d make sure to check you over at least three times to make sure you’re ok~

And I mean thoroughly check you over.

He’d bring you water and sliced apples along with a nice cool cloth for your head!

He absolutely gets a little worried that he’s too rough!

He does his best to make sure he doesn’t go too far but he is still an archon that has levelled mountains T-T

Kisses every mark he made on you with such gentleness istg-

Refuses to break eye contact jdudikedj

Once he’s made sure that you’re ok then teasing.exe is activated.

Brace yourself with this man.

“So, love. How does it feel to be worshiped by a god?”

“You did so well, Windblume. Now relax and let this archon take care of his most precious beloved~”

He’d absolutely lay your head on his chest while playing with your hair!

He’d also him you to sleep with songs he made just for you~

Goes through a whole list of reasons why he thinks you’re perfect.

Once he see’s that your asleep, he’ll have the softest smile while he takes in your peaceful expression~

He’s so in love with you and even if you can’t hear him, he’ll still make sure to tell you that every chance he gets~

Kazuha~

Slams fists on table.

HE. ADORES. YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Praises, lot’s of praises-

Pretty praises from pretty boy.

He’s always extremely gentle with you and rarely leaves any marks unless you ask him to T-T

If he does then he’ll lay there while gently tracing them with his fingers while telling you how pretty the colour is against your skin~

You think you’re going to walk anywhere after?

You buffoon.

You will not be allowed out of bed until he’s certain that you’ve completely recovered!

He always makes sure to ask if you’re ok!

Makes you triple promise that he didn’t hurt you by accident.

He’s very big on trust so he would never want you to hide it if he did go a little too rough!

He’ll bring you fruits and nuts (giggle) to help build your energy back up along with the freshest water he can find hduxuxudu.

This man will wrap you up in his arms while staring at you for ages just taking in how perfect you look!

If you hate eye contact then please pull this man out of his trance or he won’t stop sdukkdjd.

“Ah, my apologies, was I staring? I couldn’t help myself, dove. Not when your eyes glisten as brightly as the stars in the night sky~”

He’ll give off the cutest little giggles when you say something that flusters him istg.

Then somehow pulls the most flirtatious and smooth line you’ve ever heard in your life and then acts surprised when you get flustered???

He has and will continue to make countless poems and haikus about how you make him feel.

He has a special “private” book of poems for very specific aspects of you that he loves-

Always makes sure you fall asleep with a forehead and nose kiss.

He’s made it like a cute lil’ ritual T-T

Also random but he’ll often recite poems in his own language to you!

Even if you don’t understand him, he still feels like it’s even more intimate to show you that side of him hhzhsus.

Wanderer~

Inhales-

My precious little goose.

My pretty, beautiful, perfect little goose.

God I need to write a ns!fw fic on this man. I need him to slam me against a wall ysuxudijd

If you got this man in this position then holy fuck, you absolute god.

Don’t expect him to be openly fluffy with you.

He’s going to get flustered and then mad because he’s flustered.

He’ll show you love in his own strange little ways!

He personally checks you over and cleans you up.

Does he insult you while doing so?

Maybe.

But in a loving way :)

“Look, idiot. It’s my job to make sure you’re alright. Don’t argue with me on this or I won’t do it again.”

He’s lying. He will.

Similar to kazuha, he knows nutrition.

He’ll bring you high energy foods along with juice or water!

You will have marks.

Lots of them.

But don’t worry, he’ll make sure to kiss every single one better!

Boy acts all tough but it’s very obvious that he adores you.

He won’t let you out of bed for at least a day.

He also refuses to let you out if his sight since he knows full well you’re going to be stubborn and get up.

There’s always a moment before you fall asleep where he’ll be completely soft with you!

He despises it but he also can’t help but love it at the same time.

He’ll tell you how well you did and how happy you make him feel.

He always insists on being big spoon so he can cuddle you up as close as possible and nuzzle his face into your neck while leaving lil’ kisses T-T

“You’re such a idiot, but… you’re my idiot, ok? Don’t you dare forget that!”

It’s a rare sight but it’s his way of reassuring himself that you’re still there and won’t leave him.

Since he doesn’t need sleep, he usually just lays next to you while you dream away happily and just admire you.

He feels comfortable enough to let his guard down when he knows you can’t see him so he’ll always have this adorable little smile on his face when he whispers a flustered “I love you” making sure not to wake you up.

Heizou~

AAAAAAAAAA!?

This little shits gonna be riding his ego all the way to Celestia and back.

Similarly to venti, he’s gonna be super flirty and tease you persistently.

Also like wanderer, you’ll have marks-

Man is kinky-

He’d always insist on getting you water before wrapping his arms around you under the blankets and just stays there for like 30 minutes.

“Oh hush now, you think I’m going to leave you alone in a cold bed? Man alive, partner. Do I have to prove my feelings for you again, hmm~?”

Praises you so much!

Whispers how hot you are and how wonderful you make him feel owo.

What’s that? You think you see him blushing?

Pffft totally not? It’s just the saké m’hm yep totally.

I head-canon that he’s super amazing at making milkshakes so he totally makes you one to “cool you down”

He just looks like a milkshake kinda dude, shut up >:(

Reads you crime novels while you’re all snuggled up T-T

He’ll also sing to you!! You can not tell me that he’s not a good singer istg-

Lots of ear nibbles and neck smooches uwu

I don’t think he actually has much or if any experience with aftercare but he’s definitely a natural at it somehow????

Do not mention it to anyone though, he’ll turn it right round on you and you’ll end up losing what dignity you have left jfgcudu

Also he’ll usually get so into praising you and telling you how good you are that round two is pretty much inevitable aAAA

All in all- he’s a little brat. but a brat that loves you beyond comprehension! uwu

Xiao~

HE DON’T KNOW

:(((

You’ll have to teach him what it is.

It’s not his fault!!!! He never did this stuff before he met you :(

Though saying that. He’s naturally very protective of you and would be mortified if he hurt you in any way what so ever-

So he catches on pretty fast! It’s basically second nature to him even though his process is a little awkward sometimes.

He’ll always make sure to tuck you into bed and even if he can’t stay all night because of his duties as a Yaksha he’ll still make sure to leave you with a small note saying that he’ll return soon and that he love’s you, along with a Qingxin!!

Not to mention the softest and prettiest kiss you’ll ever receive.

He’ll sometimes get a lil’ too serious when checking you over and he can get very stern with how you rest up and drink water!

He doesn’t mean to sound bossy! He doesn’t understand how mortals work so he’s using what knowledge he has on human bodies gdjfixiudi.

Pretty boi will always be flustered afterwards so he’ll hide his face away into your chest or your neck while caressing your knuckles or back~

He’s definitely not much of a talker so often times it’ll just be the two of you cuddling up together while he just silently plays with your hair.

Sometimes, if he’s feeling super confident he’ll whisper soft praises to you along with how lucky he is T-T

“I… I really don’t deserve you, but I hope you know that there isn’t a force strong enough to stop these feelings towards you my love”

Brings you food that’s been personally cooked up by the chief at wangshu inn along with juice or water!

He doesn’t understand why you’d need those things but he still obliges albeit a little hesitantly.

Reward him with kisses and encouragement!

He really wants to do his best to pamper you but he just needs a lil’ practice that’s all T-T

Also he’s such a bad liar so please be prepared for a very amused Zhongli when he asks why Xiao’s been acting a little…differently today-

Dude I decided to pull on genshin with some premos I got from the daily award thing and I got my boy Tighnari. I’m as broke for mora as Zhongli’s voluptuous ass cheeks with building kazuha and heizou now I have a sassy furry to tend to as well T-T

I can’t believe I missed the new 3.8 trailer but I’ve heard that wanderer, my stinky little baby boy Snooki-pookie-wookums will be running a banner aaAAAAAAAA time to save up and farm for artifacts again :))))))

[giggly-squiggily]

DUCKY IS SENDING A SK8 THE INFINITY ASK-

I WANTED TO WAIT UNTIL YOU FILLED A COUPLE REQ SO I DIDNT BOMBARD YOU DNKFNDJSBDJ

I would like to order one matchablossom comforting their son Miya ❤️

I am request one Miss you and Puppy Love. GIVE MY SON THE PARENTAL LOVE HE DESERVES!!!!

TY SQUIGGILY IM SO EXCITED FLR THIS EVENT 🛐🛐

DUCKY KJLERJKEKJRJEKRR LETS GOOO! :D It's been far too long since I've written Sk8- and for Machablossom and Miya no less! This was kinda light on tickles but full of parental love for Miya so I think I did them good? I hope you like it!

Miss you: "When's the last time you smiled?" + Darling: "Where are those giggles I love so much?"

“There we are.” Joe placed a plate of freshly made pasta before Miya, ruffling his hair as he did so. “My speciality; Joe Mama Spagetti!”

“When did you start calling it that?” Cherry looked at him with a raised brow.

“When my arms started getting heavy.” Joe winked, laughing at his joke. Cherry smiled, shaking his head. They waited, but nothing came from the smaller boy.

“Hey, what’s going on, kiddo? When’s the last time you smiled? Also- where are those giggles I love so much?” Joe mock pouted, leaning into his fisted hands and scrunching his eyes in hopes that would work. Still, Miya didn’t make a sound. “Uh oh- you’re really upset, huh?”

That got a small shrug, but it was better than nothing.

“Are you still upset about your new trick not working?” Cherry cut right to the heart of the matter, but his voice was gentle. Seeing Miya stiffen, he and Joe shared a look. “Miya..”

“I was so close!” The child exclaimed, a touch of a whine in his voice as he glared down at the pasta. “I almost had it- but then it failed again! Just like the first few times.” His voice wavered at the end, mouth forming into a shaky frown as he scrubbed at his eyes. “I suck…”

“No, no you don’t.” Cherry reached out, gently taking Miya’s chin in hand as he wiped away the tears starting to fall. “This is just a trick that takes more time. We all have ones we can’t get right away. The gorilla over there couldn’t accelerate for a good few months when he started skating.”

“Oh as if you’re one to talk, precious! Who kept falling off his board like it was made of ice for six months?” Joe retorted back with a huff. He was about to say something else when he saw Miya start to smile. “Oh, so that made you feel better- our bickering!”

“Pfft- it’s just hard to imagine you two failing so hard at basic things. It’s funny.” Miya giggled, squeaking in surprise when Cherry pressed into his ribs. “Ah! I thahahke it bahahhahck, I tahhahahek it bahahahhahck!”

“You better. Just because we weren’t good at first doesn’t mean we aren’t great now.” The pink haired man smiled as Miya squealed, releasing him with one last prod. “And that will be you too. Give it more time and practice and you’ll have the trick down with ease. If you want- I’ll help you.”

“Rheheally?” Miya perked up; making the two men laugh.

“Of course he will. So will I. But first- you’re gonna eat that pasta. And then you’re gonna laugh at all my jokes; I’ve got tons of them!” Joe grinned, earning a mock eyeroll from the pair.

“Best get a to-go container; I’ll lose our appetite.” Miya grinned as Joe clutched his pearls, Cherry bursting into laughter at the zinger. Before he could retaliate, Miya grabbed a forkful of pasta, shoving it in his mouth with a happy sound. “Thanks, Joe. Cherry.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Joe tsked with a grin. “And you're welcome, kid.”

Send me a candy heart and I'll write a dabble for it!

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

request from @dinodumbass thank you, this is so cute! hope you like it 💌

“I was thinking about tangerine and how he’d be so happy to listen to you rant about books you’re reading

But imagine he comes home and finds you sitting on the couch with the book in your lapo just staring at the wall and he just sits there with you and listens to you talk about the book and how much you liked it or if it was bad and how you want this other book but can buy it rn and this author you found that has a book you think he’d like.

I just think is really cute and wanna rant to someone bc I finished crime and punishment”

book worm (tangerine x reader)

wc: 638

warnings: none! just cute fluff

masterlist + rules

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The sun had just gone down, and you were sitting on the sofa in the dimly lit living room, lightly holding the book you had just finished, draping it over your crossed legs. Blankly staring at the bay window, the expression of amazement written all over your face. You have been reading this book for the last couple of weeks now, you had become so involved in the book that it was so bittersweet to finish it.

Snapping from your trance when you hear the front door creak open, the voice of the man you love followed closely behind. “Hi, love! I’ll put these bags in the kitchen real quick.”

“Hey.” You softly greet him.

Footsteps lead towards you, stopping in the doorway as he leans against the frame. “Finished another one?” Sweetly smiling at you.

“…yeah…” you slowly say, as if you’re trying to make sense of your current state. It’s such a weird feeling when you finish a book, it’s like you’re lost and trying to reintegrate back into this universe.

“Can you tell me about it?” He asks as he walks over, taking a seat next to you, trying not to disturb the cat.

Your neck whipped around to face him, eyes lighting up as you grinned at him, “really?”

“Of course.” He softly reassures.

Feeling flustered and giddy, making a couple weird screeching noises with your mouth as you tried to figure out where to start, “ah okay- AH. Um- so…”

So you told him everything about the book, about how there were a couple plot twists that made you sit and think for a solid ten minutes and how the story finally came together when a new character was introduced. It made you feel so special when he’d gaze at you, giving you his undivided attention while you spoke about your book- his eye contact told you how much he adored you. He looked so in tune while you described it, his face lighting up the same way yours did when you first read it.

“… I literally just finished it- about five minutes before you got back. Actually, that reminds me. The next part of the series comes out in a few months- so that’s really exciting.” You beamed.

“You’re such a good storyteller- makes me want to start reading again.” He contemplates.

Dramatically inhaling “stop! Right, so there's this author that has a collection- I think you’d love it. I read them a year back and thought about you the whole time.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He sweetly says as his head tilts to the side.

“To be honest- I didn’t really think you’d be a book guy.” You say while making a funny weird face.

“I’m usually not, but the way you read them is so endearing. Like how in bed at night- you’d be sitting up leaning over your book giggling to yourself. Or how you’d gasp or cry, it’s so precious.”

Nose screwing up as you smiled up at him. “Thank you.”

“Anytime. I thought it was your thing so I didn’t want to impose.” He admits.

“Psht- Never. Reading is for everyone, that’s why it’s so amazing. Now I know that you want to read, watch out.” Snickering to yourself. “Actually, please can you pass my laptop? It’s on the coffee table- I don’t want to wake the cat.” Pointing at your cat that was curled up asleep on the side of your leg.

Opening the saved website bookmark for Waterstones, giggling to yourself as you filled your basket. “Oh, I’m so getting you this… AH! That’s new too? Definitely getting that.” You said to yourself as you scrolled through.

Tangerine didn’t say anything, he just chuckled as he draped his arm over your shoulder, watching the way your eyes sparked and darted across the screen.

[chaoticspeedrun]

Girl! Hey! You beautiful sunshine! I have a idea and automatically you,yes you pop out in my mind cuz your writing is so *chef kiss* and i think you gonna like cuz its related to the first girlfriend headcanon.

Bear with me and hear me well.

Our precious Neon Leon,chilling with reader in a normal date but *dramatic music*

The ex

Reader's ex? No no no.

Leo's ex

Yeah i think you probably getting what i mean in here. I also headcanon that Leo has a bad tasty in men,so maybe this ex is kinda toxic? Making Leo feel uncomfortable remenbering what this ex have done but reader is not having it and break the shit out of him or sum cuz we must protect our blue boy 😌✊🏽💙

Hi Mitarashi! Thanks for waiting and I hope you feel like punching the lights out of his ex once you finish reading, because it means I did it right then. And remember guys, if someone tries to make you feel like you are less than you are, remove the asshole from your life immediately.

Hold my hand before I break his face

Pairing: Rise! Leo x Fem! reader

Type: Oneshot

Summary: Leo and you are getting ready for your date when his ex makes an appearance.

Can be read by itself but goes along with the headcanons of Leo with his first girlriend here.

Warnings: Toxic exes, insecurities, gaslighting, slight angst with a happy ending.

MASTERLIST

Friday was date night, Leo had decided a little after the beginning of your relationship, you'd dress up nicely, he'd meet you at your door, sometimes he'd bring flowers or candy and you both would fake a posh accent while at it before he portaled you to your destiny.

Wether the destiny was run of the mill pizza in the hidden city or the lair's couch to watch a movie, date nights were always special for the two of you.

The first of those dates that you had you worried that he was trying too hard to please you, always going above and beyond to do so.

You realized a while before you even started dating that Leo, as arrogant and confident as he seemed was secretly insecure and you didn't want him to feel that way in your relationship.

So you talked about it, and Leo seemed to relax with you, he was still romantic, it was natural to him, but he was perfectly fine with a date being just you and him cuddling while you did your own thing instead of trying hard to impress you, he was comfortable with you, he felt safe.

Today was mostly a lazy day, so you both were going to get pick up from run off the mill and then crash on his bed to read comics.

So you grabbed a long soft sweater that wouldn't itch when you cuddled and leggings, with fluffy socks under your sneakers.

Hearing his telltale knock at your door you smiled wide at seeing your boyfriend waiting there for you with a lazy smile and wearing a very familiar black hoodie.

You raised an eyebrow looking at him suspiciously "Is that my hoodie?" Leo scoffed feigning being offended.

"What? No greeting to your handsome boyfriend? No kiss? Just accusing me of stealing first thing." You snort, but he continues "This is just a generic hoodie I had in my closet, thanks."

You shook your head with a smile "Alright, alright, I'm sorry I doubted you my love, the mark of bleach on the left sleeve just looked a little familiar, of course you wouldn't just steal from me"

"But of course I wouldn't, but it's Okay, I forgive you" He sighs and you giggle before he sends a smile your way and pulls out one of his katanas.

"So, will this be the day you finally try the creepy supreme?" He asks while taking hold of your hand.

You squeeze the fingers in your grasp and grin at him "Not a chance."

His chuckle follows you both as he makes a portal and you step through it ending up at the front desk of the pizzeria.

Señor Hueso looks at both of you and rolls his eyes "Ah Pepino and his novia, given what you're wearing I'm hoping you'll be leaving soon?"

"Oh we'd love to stay Señor Hueso, I'm sure you'll miss us but alas! It's lazy night at the lair so two of your best pizzas señor! And another one for Donnie I guess" Leo ended dismissively before continuing with the order.

While he did so you looked around always fascinated by the different type of yokai around when you noticed a particular yokai walking your way.

The first thing you noticed was that he was tall and full of feathers, with red markings and a long beak, you remember reading about Tengu's, a japanese yokai that usually had a bird form, it seemed to fit his characteristics.

You were so busy trying to figure that out you didn't notice your boyfriend glancing up at the yokai and paling.

"Leo! I see you haven't changed a bit, still getting pizza every chance you get" The yokai grinned and Leo squeezed your hand.

"Yeah, well you haven't changed either Raku" The yokai rolled his eyes not losing the grin.

"So, are you going to introduce me to your friend?" The yokai, Raku, you now knew, asked offering his hand to you "Sorry for his lack of manners, I'm Raku, Leo and I used to be very close"

You offered him your hand for a shake noticing how uncomfortable Leo seemed and disliking the way this guy spoke from the get go "He was probably surprised to see a familiar face" You told him your name and made sure to add "I'm Leo's girlfriend."

Raku seemed surprised looking between both of you with a funny grin "Girlfriend, really? I thought you were gay?" He directed at Leo who sported an uneasy smile up until that point, a frown starting to form on his face.

"I told you I was pan" He said and the tengu rolled his eyes.

"Just say you're bi Leo, I get it, you swing both ways" Leo's fake smile was disappearing and yours had already left quite a bit ago, you thought tengu were bird yokai, not rats.

You internally apologized to Splinter for that last thought, but got a little snarky "So, you are?"

"Leo never told you about me?" He asked "Ah well, we didn't end in the best terms but it's all passed, right Lee? I'm his ex-boyfriend."

You couldn't deny the bitter feeling as you heard that, not because you were jealous of this guy, but because just a couple minutes with him already gave you a glimpse of how he'd treated Leo during their relationship.

"Hm, really? No I hadn't heard of you at all" you answered with an innocent smile, reveling on how his faltered for a second.

"But enough of that, going back to the original topic" Raku changed the subject "You know, eating pizza all the time can't be good for a ninja Leo, and I'm sure I saw you get here via portal, 's not gonna help losing all those calories."

Leo winced but put on a mask of disinterest, before he could answer though Raku continued "Also, what's up with that ratty hoodie? You are going out like this? Gee, you really let yourself go once we ended our relationship."

You didn't care anymore, you were gonna snap "Actually that's my hoodie" You smiled "It was too big for me, but Leo fills it up just right with his muscles, it used to fit better but now I fear one day it's gonna snap from the biceps" You had never spoken like that, Leo gaped wide at you and Raku seemed to frown at your words.

A waiter arrived at that very moment with your three pizzas and Raku looked like they were proving a point "not gon' keep those muscles long like these, gee, are you both sharing them or...?"

"Oi, just back off Raku" Leo spoke placing an arm around your shoulders and Raku rolled his eyes.

"Oh don't be so dramatic Leo, I was just joking around."

You chuckled, your hand pulling your boyfriend closer by the waist as you leaned and looked up at the offending yokai in feigned amusement.

"Sorry, I was trying to figure out the kind of yokai you are, I think I finally did, with the way you spew out bullshit and how it reeks, you're an Akaname right?"

Raku blushed embarrassed and a couple chuckles could be heard from behind him, he glared at you and scoffed "Hope you enjoy sloppy seconds, ugh humans" with not much left to say he stormed off.

You still yelled "Did I mispronounce the name? Sorry Akaname-san!" a couple people turned to Raku with funny grins as he rushed his steps.

You sighed feeling Leo slouch slightly, relieved the interaction ended, taking the pizzas and paying you turned to prompt him into opening a portal.

He did and you both appeared on his room, it was quiet for a moment before Leo looked back at you.

He looked so vulnerable, so you left the pizza on his night stand and pulled him by the hand towards his bed, laying back on it with him on your side.

"Thank you" He spoke after a couple minutes, you traced shapes on his plastron with your fingers, looking up at him with an inquiring gaze, giving him the chance to search for the words he wanted "for standing up for me, for...making me feel safe" there was a second of hesitation before he continued "For making me feel like I'm enough."

"You are" you stated firmly "You're more than enough Leo, and nothing Raku said is true, those kind of assholes just want to make their partner insecure, want to steal their freedom from them, geez Leo, we were there for just a moment and he gaslighted you as soon as he could, you have terrible taste in men."

Leo leaned in and kissed your forehead softly, a small chuckle leaving his lips while his hand reached up to intertwine with yours over his plastron "I know, ever since we started dating you made that clear to me, with him I always felt like I had to try too hard, and you've been clear since the beginning that I just have to be me with you" he smiled.

You both stayed like that, sharing small kisses and reveling in the comfort of the other for a bit longer before he spoke again "But what was that thing you called him? Akaname?" He questioned curiously and you chuckled.

You grin was mischievous "It's a yokai that eats the filth and scum in bathrooms" Leo's laugh was really loud after that, holding his stomach as he did and making you laugh too.

"Gosh, I love you so much" He said with bright eyes and you kissed him, the words 'me too' unsaid but lingering in the air.