Tony who so u think is best to worst sugar daddies in jjk? Personally i feel like it wld be nanami, geto, choso, gojo, sukuna, toji bc at least kuna would take pride in an heir lmfao and ngl if it were modern au i feel like he'd actually rlly fk w havin a baby mama that he lowkey love like 🤷♀️
Oh my god sugar daddies? I love love lovee this AU, okokok so here's the best to worst in my opinion:
Nanami - love how we both put Nanami as #1 because everyone just KNOWS that man would be the perfect anything. The thing is he doesn't just spoil you with expensive things - nuh uh they're all so THOUGHTFUL, too. That necklace worth more than several houses? Oh you glanced at it? BOUGHT 🤩 Those designer dresses saved on your Pinterest (yes, he follows you on Pinterest)? Alr in your new, custom wardrobe and ready for you to wear out on your dates 😩
Gojo - we all know he has MONEY money, boy is NOT shy about spending. The good thing about him is he'll use it as a way to apologize for those small things he does. Being all like "babyyyy, I'm SORRY I ate all your chocolate. Here- have this car." 🤭🤭
Geto - okay, but he's such a tease it makes me almost wanna put him at #4 😔 Plus points just because he raised two girls already so he KNOWS what a woman loves mhm, definitely gets help from them to pick out what sort of jewelry or dresses to get you next. W for him, we love a babygirl with TASTE 😍
Choso - it's not that he's a BAD sugar daddy nonono, it's just that for some reason I always see him as more of the sugar baby 😩😩 Such a cutie thoooo <33 Also I think it would just be so funny when he's trying to pick out a new gift for you but doesn't know how to choose - ends up going to Sukuna (awful idea), then Itadori (also awful idea), then Jin (the only sane person in this family mhm.)
Sukuna - MEAN mf he makes you WORK for the things he's gonna buy 🥴 Deffo agree tho, I see him as some lowkey tyrannical CEO in a modern AU, so you just KNOW he'd spoil you and his heir rotten 😋😋 I feel like that would soften him up a bit, but not enough to get him a higher spot on this list that's for sure.
Toji - sugar daddy? HE is the sugar baby wdym ☹☹
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About the post where you've said that Zandy is gonna be all blubbering and crying if he finds out you're gonna leave him sooner or later, I literally want to elaborate more on that omg..
I feel like fragile!reader would try and convince the segments not to tell Zandy, but the word eventually gets out.
By who, you might ask? By the Fatuis that constantly gossip outside Dottore's office. Ughh I just want to hold Zandy and reassure him while he sobs in my arms guys.
...LEAVE ZANDY ALONE PLEASE... he's been through ENOUGH! But omg :(( Fragile reader tries very very hard to protect him from the harsh reality of their situation. I imagine, Zandy knows you're sick, but perhaps he doesn't quite grasp the severity. Yeah, he knows you were sleeping for a really long time but, you're at least a bit better now, right? He doesn't know how much pain you go through, because you refuse to show it in front of the child, and you beg the segments to leave him in the dark out of goodwill. You don't want him to share your burden, he's just a little kid after all, he should be having fun and making only good memories with you! So you make a conscious effort to spend lots of time with Zandy... on only your good days. But of course all your hard work had to be undone... you know, you like listening to the Fatui gossip every now and then, they do have some good juicy info, but did they have to do it so obviously?!
"Did you hear? Apparently [Name]'s condition is growing worse by the day."
"What? How do you know? I rarely see them."
"You have your answer right there. To be honest, they actually used to chat with me every now and then... but now, they seem too tired to keep up even a conversation. I know I shouldn't be saying this but... the poor thing."
"You know, I always wonder if Lord Dottore will be able to cure them."
"Don't be silly. Lord Dottore can do anything. And you better not let anyone else catch you saying that either."
Let's just say these few sentences put a lot of fear into Zandy's heart. What do they mean? Are you really that sick? Does that mean you're going to die? He heads to your room without a second to spare and in no time you have a wailing Zandy clinging to you, dishing out very alarming questions that make your heart ache for him. No little one, do not fret. Sure, you may be a little sick, but you're never going to leave him! You're always going to be right here, albeit a bit, just a bit, weak and ill, you reassure him. He doesn't leave your arms that night and eventually, you two go to sleep in that position :( Zandy becomes a lot more conscious and observant of you after that, and you feel really bad for making him go through all that, but that just shows how much the little boy cares for you. I imagine he tries to read complicated textbooks about medicines and illnesses, just for you 🥺 (although he can understand some of it, he's a little genius after all, there are many things he doesn't... you make him put those books away and reassure him to focus on other things.)
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Zayne, Dawnbreaker, Foreseer x MC
Breeding
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Disclaimer: The only exposure to Foreseer I’ve had is from secret times so he is VERY OOC!! Ignore all background plot regarding him!! This isn't about canon accuracy, this is about fucking around with three Zaynes!!
>>> Do not take any of this seriously lmao
Zayne used his surgical knots on MC to tie her wrists to the bed posts at her request
Z: “I knew you were insatiable but I wasn’t expecting a request like this. Are you sure you want to go through with this?”
MC: “I love you and want to feel more of you. Now I can.”
FS: “Meaning you weren’t enough for her, Doctor. Once I’m done with her, I’m afraid you’ll never be enough for her.”
Zayne shot MC a look that told her exactly how he felt about Foreseer but he kept his mouth shut. He was doing this for her and once she was satisfied, they would disappear from their lives
MC flashed Zayne a smile that was half apologetic, half appreciative of what he was willing to put up with
DB: “Do you really want to bear my child?”
Dawnbreaker sounded almost lost, completely unaware of MC’s lust, Foreseer’s rivalry, and the Doctor’s exasperation of his wife’s whims
Z: “Considering what she wants and considering we share the same DNA, the child’s father would be all three of us.”
Zayne sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He still couldn't believe this was happening. This whole situation was completely absurd
FS: “DNA may tell you one thing, but would you be happy raising a child knowing your wife begged for me to impregnate her?”
Foreseer was the very embodiment of Zayne’s smugness and seeing it in front of him made him look away, again shooting a look at MC
Dawnbreaker didn't say anything, but a black ice shard began growing in his hand, seemingly to appear when his emotions were triggered by Foreseer's words
MC caught sight of this and called out his name, fearing this night of indulgent pleasure would end in death
MC: “Zayne!”
All three of them immediately turned their attentions to her, like trained dogs obeying their master. Despite being tied to the bed, she was unquestionably the one in charge of the bickering trio
The ice shard quickly disappeared from Dawnbreaker's hand and he shifted his body away from her, adjusting his tie awkwardly as he dealt with the guilt of upsetting MC, even just a little bit
Z: "Let's just get this over with so we can get rid of them."
There was a clear sense of unease in Zayne's voice as he spoke to MC. It was kind of hard to know how to act when you had two other versions of yourself right in front of you. And your wife wanted all three of you to fill her up until her body had no choice but to accept one of their seeds to conceive
FS: "I agree. Enough talk. This night will be very long and I intend for you to never forget the feeling of me making you cry out again and again tonight."
Z: "Did you think I was going to just let you monopolize her? Once you're spent, I'll show you how to satisfy her."
FS: "Look, she's already so pliant under my touch. You've been waiting for me, haven't you?"
As Zayne and Foreseer competed for control and positions with MC, Dawnbreaker stood back, a whirlwind of shock, hurt, and disbelief swirling in his mind
It was only when MC looked past Zayne and Foreseer to lock eyes with Dawnbreaker that he finally, slowly, hesitantly... approached the bed
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Your wingfics live rent free in my head. I can't stop thinking about it. They were so good omg. It's such a beautiful universe, so amazing ♥️ Do you plan to write more about it? 🥹♥️ I hope so but if the answer is no, I will read them again and again because I love them ♥️😍
adsfndjd anon you are the sweetest!!! I'm so happy you enjoyed them and were so kind to tell me, I really appreciate it!
Sadly, I can't promise anything for the future tbh. I have been really struggling with getting back into writing after a really long drought, and I'm giving my brain the chance to just put down whatever it fancies, instead of forcing myself to write something specific just for the sake of it. I am always open to be prodded by an ask like this or a prompt though so always feel free to drop by! A lot of the things I write don't actually live in a wider universe, they just spawn out of nowhere, get thrown down on paper, and disappear in the void, but usually I can still create more around it if someone asks. Another reason why I really appreciate you saying this, because for once my wingfic does have a wider universe around it, and I am always glad to put one more snippet into it.
This is little baby Max in his first year in the rbr seat (part 1 and part 2)
cw: mentions of Jos not being a great father related to unsafe and painful wing care practices, description of said practices, littlest blood mention
Max doesn't like his wings.
He doesn't dislikes them either, but if he could get rid of them, he would. First of all, he can't actually use them to fly, his bones aren't hollow and his back muscles aren't powerful enough anyway, so having wings that don't actually work seems like a taunt from the universe. They're also very inconvenient when driving. Papa has taught him how to keep them clipped to lower their weight, and how to keep them tightly bound in an harness to have them take up less space in a kart, but neither of those things is exactly pleasant. Sometimes, when he drives for too long, his whole back spasms because of his wings being constricted, and sometimes when he clips too much, his wings bleed and molting becomes painful.
It's worth it, of course, to be able to race faster and better, but a part of him does wish he just had Papa's fish scales, or even Mama's diaphanous dragonfly wings.
Cleaning his wings is also annoying, because it's hard sometimes to reach all the spots, and after long days on the track it feels like there will be itchy dust and grit clinging onto them forever.
He's not one to get stuck on made-up scenarios, but it doesn't mean he has to like them.
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Daniel is not the first bird-winged racer he meets, of course, but he is his first teammate. He has a completely different relationship with his wings than Max, always keeping them shiny and clean, no clipping or binding. He seems to love them and to love taking care of them, parading them around and showing them off.
Max doesn't understand. Not that it matters, he doesn't need to understand Daniel to be able to beat him, but. It's not that he's jealous, he's not, but sometimes he feels the heaviness of his wings on his back, skin irritated by the dirt stuck to it, looking patchy where he's taking longer to molt, and he wishes. He wants.
Most of the time though, he knows it's just a waste of time, to care about how they look so much, when it doesn't even matter, when it doesn't affect his driving.
And then one day, Daniel doesn't knock.
Max is carefully peeling his race suit off his shoulders, hissing slightly when it goes over his bound wings, when the door slams open.
"Maxy, hey, have you seen..." Daniel doesn't finish his sentence, eyebrows knotting together, eyes zeroed on Max's back.
Max feels his skin prickling under his gaze and he's almost tempted to do his suit up again, but his wings are aching, and he wants to take a shower, so he just turns around to face Daniel, frowning just as hard.
"What do you want?" he snaps, hating the way he feels his cheeks heat up. He doesn't know why he's reacting like this, he's done nothing wrong, but the way Daniel is looking at him, a mix of unbelieving and horrified, makes him feel ashamed.
"Do you always do that?" Daniel asks instead of answering his question, taking a step forward. Max instinctively takes a step back, bumping into the massage table behind him, hating himself for not standing his ground. It's his driver room, Daniel has no right to judge him in here.
"Do what, Daniel?"
He goes to cross his arms, but the movement tugs on his still trapped wings, making him wince. He wants Daniel to leave, so he can finally finish undressing, but Daniel steps even closer instead.
"Do you always keep your wings like that? Max, that's dangerous!"
Max decides to ignore the worry in Daniel's voice, feeling himself bristle.
"I am of course able to drive safely!"
"Drive?" Daniel gives a short laugh, so different from his usual one Max feels himself shiver. He wishes he had more space to put between them. "I am not talking about driving, I am talking about your wings!"
Max opens his mouth, ready to tell him to leave him alone, when his back spasms, a hot flash of pain traveling from his neck down his spine, wings straining against the constrains, and what comes out is a strangled gasp instead.
A second later, Daniel's hands are on his shoulders, forcing him to turn around with a swear.
"Did you put this on this morning? Let me help you take it off."
Daniel doesn't give him a chance of answering, fingers already working on the buckles on Max's side, as Max scrambles to push him away.
"No, no, you cannot, you have to..." he breathes in sharply as the harness start to loosen, wings cramping as they try to flutter, eyes snapping close.
"Max, you need to..."
"Slow," Max interrupts him, clutching at the straps to keep them from slipping open all at the same time. "You have to, one at a time."
He doesn't open his eyes again as he undoes them carefully, feeling Daniel hover just in front of him, keeping his wings tightly pressed against his back until he can slip the straps over his shoulders and down his waist.
"Max..." Daniel doesn't try to touch him again, but Max can hear the stress in the way his vocal cords curl around his name, mixing it with an involuntary warble.
Max ignores him. This is always the worst part, but he is practiced enough to make it go quickly.
He takes a breath, wrapping his right arm around his waist until he is able to grasp his left wing's tip, and then holds it as he works it open, fingers sliding along the length of it, straightening feathers as they come. Pain shoots through it, his back burning, his shoulders tensing, but when it's fully open, he works to close it again, and then it's done, just a dull ache left behind.
He lets himself take two deep breaths before repeating the whole thing with the other.
When both wings are resting along his back again, he shifts his shoulders, trying to get rid of the tension there, and then finally opens his eyes.
Daniel is looking at him, eyes wide and horrified, mouth slightly open. His hands are shaking. Max doesn't know what to say.
"It is of course fine, see?" is what he settles for, fluttering his wings to prove it. It's slightly painful, especially his left one where he clipped a bit too much and is bleeding a little, but Daniel doesn't need to know that.
"Fine?" Daniel chokes out, eyes widening impossibly more. "You're hurting yourself! That's not safe, Max!"
Max scoffs, letting the harness fall on the massage bed and pulling his undershirt off, carefully easing his wings through the slits in the back.
"I'm fine, Daniel."
For a second, it looks like Daniel is going to scream at him, eyes narrowing and fists closing, and Max wonders if it would be inappropriate for him to flee the room half naked, but then all the fight seems to leave Daniel's body. He sags a little, raising a hand to drag it across his face and sighing, shaking his head to himself.
"Listen, I don't know why you've decided this is the right thing to do to yourself, but you're going to take a shower, and when you're done we'll go back to the hotel, and I'll preen your wings."
Max opens his mouth, ready to argue with him, he has data to go over before tomorrow's qualifying, but Daniel doesn't give him a chance to, turning around and leaving the room as quickly as he had come in.
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