#i actually forgot to give him a lip scar which i like to do with characters sometimes

[howlinghound11]

eepy

With and without a filter lol

[reztoru]

──── With Love

彡 soft mornings with satoru in which he's a pest and wakes you up early to indulge himself in his favourite morning activities; doing you.

tw / cw : smut, soft gojo, he cums inside if you squint — but it’s never actually said (in fact it's never even said he nuts so fuck that guy fr) ,, gojo scars mentioned once, use of word "baby" once

pairing : gojo x reader 

gender not specified, no detailed physical descriptions of reader but their features are referred to as delicate once

a/n : i had this done weeks ago but forgot to post it. I've been so busy ahh

w/c : 2.2k

Minors dni - 18+

The air in the room felt heavy. With the sun trying to invade the expanse of your haven. Forcing you to squint to adjust to the newly lit space. Head rolling over to check the time. Five? Six? You couldn’t tell. Not with the overgrown cat sprawled on you, begging for your attention.

“too early…” you grumble.

Satoru couldn’t disagree more. He drops a hand in your line of sight, lulling your focus onto him. As he let himself lean down to nuzzle his face against yours, peppering you with kisses.

“Satoru,” you started, knowing where he was going with this, “we have work today, and I’d like to make it on time.”

He pouted, offering you his best heartbroken eyes. “Please… stay, just for a bit, I promise.”

God, if he wasn’t so pretty, and you weren’t so drowsy, you’d have kicked him out of your bed by now. You tried giving him an angry look, you really did, but those kisses he was laying on you, and his feathery touches were chipping away at your resolve.

Ultimately, you gave him a sleepy nod with a tired yes. And that’s all he needed to indulge himself in his devious morning schemes. He started with his hand travelling down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. As he slotted his knee between your legs, giving himself support to hold his body up.

Now that you think of it, it isn’t such a bad way to start the day. With him manoeuvring around your form. As if he’s accomplished this in many past lives with you. In the same sweet early mornings, with the same conviction to serve — or maybe just to take.

Satoru gives you one last kiss on the lips, leaving a sloppy trail down your body as he makes his way to your core. Every little gasp that left you gave him a big grin.

“Needy much?” He says between kisses, nipping at your hip.

“Please, shut up.”

Thankfully, he listens; continuing to suck on your skin. His hands cupped the back of your thighs to push them up. The abruptness made you let out a little oh! as he sat up to kiss your ankle. Subsequently, he left behind a loving trail of him.

“Quite teasin’ or else I’ll kick you out of bed.” You uttered, a playful smile on your lips.

“And where’s the fun in that?” 

You roll your eyes and watch as he continues to pepper every inch of your skin with kisses. As if he needed to remind you – your body that he adored; yearned for every inch of you. So much so that he’d spend hours exploring the expanse of your essence, even if he’s done it a million times over. Finally, he reaches your core; but that doesn’t mean his teasing stops. 

His mouth brushes against you, poking his tongue out ever so slightly. But never enough or where you need him to. Honestly, you should’ve just suffocated him with your thighs; but he’d probably be more happy than anything – instead, you opt for his hair. You gave it a tug, making the man below you groan. You don’t give up, pushing his head closer to your core. Finally, he obliges, letting his tongue run alongside the length of you. 

And so, your breathy whines begin their dance around the cracks of the morning rays. The minimal glow kissed the outline of Satoru’s jaw, intertwining with his icy locks. He looked heavenly in this position – despite his awful teasing. You couldn’t help but think, he’s way prettier when he isn’t talking. With his face buried down by your hips as his tongue laps at you. You drop your head, melting into the comfort of your warm pillows. Your fingers comb through his hair, a hum vibrating into you.

This moment may be called vulnerable. Soft, and full of adoration. Pure love in which it envelops your heart in such a firm clasp, you ask yourself if it’s still working — if it’s doing you any good. Love that enters your home before you could muster out a hello or welcome. A feeling that’s been lingering long before you were aware of its presence. It’s almost scary, and uncomfortable. I suppose that’s what makes it all the more exciting.

The thrill of the unknown, what’s to come? The adrenaline that courses through your veins, anticipating what’s next. But of course, right now, you know.

You’re accustomed to the comforting warmth of him being so close. Watching as he brings himself to loom over you. You’re mindful of the pause he takes, as he looks at you for a sign to keep going. And he knows when you pull him closer, bringing his face down to yours is your silent say to continue; he knows because you’ve spent several nights like this together. And when you let out a small gasp as you feel him enter you, the sound travels into him; something that tells him you want him just as much as he wants you.

He lets himself bottom out, stilling as he presses his hips flush against yours. He allows his head to rest against yours, his breath is a little shaky. And thus he continues, slowly dragging his cock out, and plunging back in. He savours the way you feel around his length; the way you sound. Oh and the faces you make.

Satoru’s crystal orbs roll over you, drowning in the delicate features. He falls into a scarce trance, watching your movements. Mouth faintly twitching, eyes shut. Eyelashes reaching out to your cheeks, with salty tears tangling the tips. Despite this daze, he hears those silken gasps. It forces his eyes to fall to the back of his skull, offering out a groan; he leans down to hide in your neck. 

As a result, he allows himself to inhale your entirety; each sound, every movement. The way he consumes your entire being, you’d think it was almost toxic. Greedily taking more and more. His hips snapping into you harder, a little faster — letting himself get lost in staking claim to you for the nth time.

As his skin meets yours, again, and again, and again; it causes your nails to rake up his shoulders, fingers trying to find solace in his hair. And when they do, you pull his head back, allowing him to cast a gaze on you. “‘toru, ‘toru, ‘toru!” A silent chant that gripped onto his eardrums, making his eyes flicker down to your mouth. Mumbling in the same whiny tone, I know, I know. A shaky hand brings your leg to rest on his shoulder, pushing deeper into you.

And it’s then he decides, in this ashy greed, he’ll give parts of himself too. He’d offer you everything if he could. He’d give you the silky waters, to the ombre mountains. From the honeyed sky to the evening dew. He’d pick all the flowers in the world if only to make up for his hunger that eats you away.

For now, all he can offer is the soft pleasure that encases you both.

And he whispers, “a little more, yeah?”

Oh, but he knows you’ll let him indulge. If you had any sort of thoughts left and were more awake, you’d whine louder, be a little bratty. Instead, there’s only a quiet moan, more. Pawing at him, enticing him in. And how could he possibly stop when he wants it just as bad — when your eyes are filled with so much love.

With adoration for him and the way the morning light contours his silhouette. Offering him a warm glow as he moves into you, one that makes you have a sense of security. That tangy gleam caught his porcelain skin, making him appear to be burning up in a passionate hue. High cheekbones giving him a sophisticated cut; white locks that cling to the sweat on his forehead. And the subtle imperfections that grace his features, the bumps of scars whittled into him.

Bringing your hand to cup his face, focusing on him, letting your mouth take on its signature ‘o’. He thrusts into you, in a way that he’s memorized, a way that he knows will make your eyes roll. Those crystal orbs stare back, consuming one another. They left nothing to unveil behind them. Too many hours like this had passed. Moments of vulnerability, bare and raw. Traversing the depths of each other’s mind, body, and soul. Turning them inside out only for a taste of purity.

And right now, you’re a little too hazy; brimming with naught but him. He captivated all your senses. His scent and sound, all coursing through your body to your core. Oh, and the way he makes you feel so full. Each languid roll of his length pulls you closer and closer. It’s borderline unbearable how consumed you are.

Satoru, amid your haze, reaches up to grip the headboard, worsening your consumption of him. He gives a complete view of how big he really is. The sensation of being so filled with him as he bullies himself deeper into you is almost overwhelming. You try to turn away, close your eyes, something, anything to return to the pesky light of the morning star; to gain some control again, but it’s so good.

“please… don’t stop.”

Meanwhile, Satoru’s gaze wanders down your figure, taking in every curve, covered in a thin layer of sweat. The rays press on the surface of you. It mesmerizes him, how your form moves with each thrust and how the sun highlights each bounce. He’d call you divine, but the lewd sound of moans and skin meeting makes the entire scene seem sinful.

He lets his eyes dart up to your face, and you meet him there, bringing yourself to look into his solemn blues. His hands are ever-active, snaking around your back to pull you up onto his lap. He keeps you flush against him, rocking into you, faster and faster. His arm holds you tight, allowing his other hand to intertwine with yours. His lips find their place on your neck, leaving behind a trail of sugary words and dainty kisses.

“satoru”

“I know, baby. I know.”

His mouth lifts you into the clouds when his teeth graze your skin, nibbling your sweet spot. Truthfully, the bites and kisses aren’t only for your pleasure, they’re for him, too. Selfish man he is, needs this to pull him through the day — needs you to linger on him until he can savor you again. So, he’ll bite and kiss, knead and grab. It’s desperate.

You’d tease him any other time, but not right now, no. Not when you’re also being just as desperate to reach your high. As a result, you try to give yourself more stimulation, but Satoru swats you away. He isn’t entirely selfish, thus he’ll help get you there. You let your arm wrap around him, and in turn, he uses his freed hand to toy with you. Whispering quiet thank you’s, because he knows he’s a little mean for doing this so early, keeping you so late.

It’s your fault, is what he’d say. He’d tell you how it’s your fault for looking so captivating in the morning. How could he not want to ravage his stunning partner the second he wakes up? Especially when he gets rewarded with your melodic moans. You get rewarded too, of course, with a blossoming orgasm. That’s so close.

“Come with me,” he mumbles into you.

A string of yes’, and please’s fall from your lips. He keeps moving, letting his length slide into you. Paired with him playing with your most sensitive parts, it’s no surprise it doesn’t take much for you to transcend. To reach that pleasure that you’ve been yearning for this morning. That long-awaited climax; the only thing keeping Satoru safe in your warm bed.

And the intensity of electricity spreads through your veins, making your back arch. While your chest presses against him, you wonder if he can feel the way your body is burning up, or feel how your stomach tightens — or how your heart pounds against your ribs. The sensation is akin to a supernova bursting into all shades in the galaxy. It takes out any thoughts or worries in its burst. Mind going blank, and body going numb.

You pull him in for one last kiss, letting your moans slur into his mouth. It’s almost too much, how your body is a little airy and limp. But Satoru is there, and he keeps you grounded, pushing you through your orgasm. There’s most definitely a mess that’s been made, and you’re for sure going to make him clean it up, but for now, you breathe. Allowing your form to relax into him, floating into an oasis.

Gently, oh so gently, he lays you down. Watching the time sway by, falling back down to earth. You ask yourself if maybe you should just become a house spouse, with the way you’re never to work on time, anyway. Blissful pleasure turns into annoyance, and you do end up kicking him out of bed. He does clean up and buys you your favourites throughout the day. He’d insist that he loves you lots, and you’d reply with a snort.

“You’d let me sleep if you loved me.”

You know, though, it’s all with love, even if it’s mildly infuriating.

[aloesarchives]

Jujutsu Kaisen Lore Headcanons for "Toji Lives/Megumi Cock Blocks Toji" AU

Warning: Female/Afab! Reader, Author(me) being a really fucking annoying narrator, Swearing, Inaccuracy to the anime and manga, Things that don't make sense but are trying to, Switching between reader and you, Mentions of OCs but reader is not one, Reader is highkey a marysue/OP

!!Disclaimer!!: These are my PERSONAL headcanons, thoughts, and opinions on how Toji would be like if he was alive and would act after the Hidden Inventory arc. Or how the events of Jujutsu Kaisen would be different b/c of reader and Toji being alive. These headcanons also explain Reader’s role and place in this AU how her presence changes many things.

Series: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Toji x Mama!/Fem!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 5.5k words

Summary: Headcanons for the “Toji lives”/”Megumi cock blocks Toji” AU, and Mom!Reader being a part of and affects each timeline.

(A/N: I will have a separate post that will further explain the Shibuya arc and post Shibuya onwards with the “Toji lives” AU very soon! I know I said I'll have some posts ready after my lastest one but I was having fun and enjoying myself with the holidays that I kinda forgot about them. I promise I'll upload those posts within January! I apologize for my inconsistency!) [!!Unedited and not proof-read as of December 31 2023 12:05am!!]

General Reader Headcanons:

Reader is roughly around 33-34 during the Plasma Star Vessel arc(Year: 2006). Reader is also around her mid 40s (45-46) in present day Jujutsu Kaisen. Toji is roughly around the same age.

Reader’s technique is exclusive towards her, but the only time someone shared a technique like hers was during the Heian Era/Time Period where one of her ancestors is said to have the exact technique like hers but with personal different methods.

Reader hates the Jujutsu elders and higher ups for the schemes they have brewed. One which ultimately caused the Japanese faction of her clan to dwindle in size when she was around 8 years old. Reader is a certified hater of the elders and higher ups of Jujutsu Society, it runs in the family.

Reader's sorcerer grade is officially recognized to be around Semi-grade 1 to Grade 1 sorcerer. But in actuality, Reader is classified as a Special Grade sorcerer b/c of the rarity, nature, power, and versatility of the technique itself.

Reader is a mentor/motherly figure to Satoru. You are the closest thing Satoru has to a parent/guardian so Satoru favors you over many adults/older people.

Reader is considered a part-time sorcerer as she holds down a full time job in the real world after graduating. This is mostly due to her not wanting to be at the beck and call of the higher ups and Jujutsu Elders doing their bidding, but occasionally does help and do favors for certain people like Yaga. She only became a part-time Jujutsu High teacher shortly before the Hidden Inventory Arc.

Reader met Toji around her early 20s when he freshly exiled himself from the Zen’in clan. She ran into him during a favor she was doing for Yaga. She was on a retrieval mission to get a curse tool for Jujutsu High’s inventory. On her way to the location, she was ambushed by a curse. Before she could exorcize it, the curse sputtered and coughed up its blood as a blade pierced its chest and it dropped dead. With no curse energy, Reader was prepared to fight only to see a strongly built man with a small scar on his lips. She meets Toji, and funny enough he had the curse weapon she was looking for. She was trying to negotiate with him to get the weapon. She didn’t have to for long as Toji just straight up gave it to her and said, “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you? I’ll give it to you because you’re cute. Until I see you again, Ms. Sorcerer~.”

Then Reader randomly runs into Toji both on assignments and in real life. It was at random but in a consistent way. Eventually, Toji starts living with Reader because he is lowkey homeless. Reader first fell for Toji but Toji fell HARD for Reader. Always accompanying her when she has to run errands. Always watching out for her and in the shadows. Hell, he started asking Shui for information on certain people to make sure you’re not getting yourself into trouble. He also starts asking Shui for better paying jobs that he could do in a day then take a few days to complete.

Toji falls hard because of Reader’s understanding and compassion towards him and his past, which she was more than understanding of his feelings towards the Zen’in clan for their god awful mistreatment and ostracized Toji from Jujutsu Society. Yet he couldn’t understand why you had tears in your eyes when you pulled him in for a hug, saying that you’ll be his family now and he can rely on you. Thus, that’s when Toji said, “I need to fucking marry this woman or I swear to God I will assassinate every sorcerer in the world.”

After a few years, Reader and Toji get married and Toji takes Reader’s two last names: (L/N) Fushiguro. Fushiguro wasn’t originally a part of Reader’s last name, but decided to take it up as an alias when Reader briefly left Jujutsu society to live among non-sorcerers. The last name came from a distant relative a few generations back that was married into the family.

After around 29, Toji and Reader had Tsumiki. Then a year later, they had Megumi at 30. 

Though your place is small, it was homey and cozy for your little family. Life was good until the year where Tsumiki turns 4 and Megumi turns 3. Toji started having missions where he was coming home less and less frequently. It was starting to bother you because he was starting to miss out on Tsumiki and Megumi growing up. More so, it was devastating to you when Megumi told you he could barely remember anything of Toji, he even faintly describes Toji’s looks but it is starting to get foggy. 

It was becoming hard to support your daughter and son on your own, so when Toji came home one night you told him your thoughts. Then an argument happened, not a loud one to wake up the kids, but you were putting Toji in his place. Toji was trying to justify that it was his work and they have been demanding him recently, that it was the good of your family as they were paying him more money to do them. This was when you started questioning Toji’s occupation and what he does. Toji gets irritated about you questioning his line of work and tries to repeat again that it was for the sake of your family and nothing more. 

However, Reader is unaware that Toji made a deal with the Zen’in clan to sell off Megumi when he’s around 5-6. He couldn’t tell you this because he knew how you would react so he was going to keep it a secret for the time being. However, he would never tell after the argument the two of you had.

The next thing you know, Toji drops an envelope on the kitchen table and grabs his packed duffle bag as he heads towards the door. You tried to stop him but he says that he needs to leave for a while but he promises he will be back. Kisses reader on the lips and forehead before leaving their apartment. 

Reader is hurt and confused until she opens the envelope to see a check that’s already signed. It has $5000 dollars in it. It would last you at most 5 weeks for you and your children. Yet, that was the only check received from Toji as he went completely off the grid. No amount of resources would amount in a helpful way to finding what happened to your husband. 

That was when reader was assigned an important mission for the first time in years. Where you and another teacher, Maho(JJK OC) would act as guardians/chaperones to Gojo and Geto. Your jobs were to oversee and supervise the two students and report anything about the mission.

“Toji lives”/ “Megumi cockblocks Toji” AU:

So basically in this AU, not only does Toji live. But mostly everyone else does live, or somewhere along the lines of dead and alive. Well, minus Junpei and Mai. But that’s just me being blissfully ignorant of the canon timeline and canceling most of the events out and just changing them. 

So everything in the Plasma Star Vessel arc happens but the only thing that changes is Riko and Kuroi being alive. The way that it happens is you were sent ahead to do some investigating of the Jujutsu High area to see if it’s safe. Then out of nowhere, you were asked to speak to Tengen themself. Unbeknownst to you, you were unaware that Toji, your estranged husband, had attacked Gojo which forced Geto, Riko, Kuroi, and Maho(JJK OC) to run and leave Gojo to fight him.

You were basically told by Tengen to respect the last wishes of Riko Amanai before they merged. But they popped that statement out, you responded with, “what if her last wish is to continue on living and not merge?” At first, Tengen opposed you for your question. Saying it would throw off the balance of their stabilization and balance of Jujutsu Society. However, you countered by saying it’s respecting Riko’s wish and the girl's wish to keep on living. Meaning that technically you’re honoring her wish and you believed that she deserved to live her life.

Plus you argued that there are few Plasma Star Vessels out there, like Yuki Tsukumo, who didn’t merge with Tengen are completely fine. And Tengen didn’t suffer from not merging with her or the other vessels. So after some thought, Tengen briefly allowed Riko to live and not merge with her. However, in exchange, you would have to find a substitute host in place of Riko. While it wouldn’t be the same, Tengen said it would be easier to merge with another host that had curse energy or was a Jujutsu Sorcerer. 

Meanwhile, Geto, Kuroi, and Maho escort Riko in front of Tengen’s chamber. For a bit, Geto offers Riko a choice to leave with Maho and him. To not merge and live her life out. Riko expresses this but before she could allow Geto to take her hand, Maho gets shot in the throat. The bullet was meant for Riko but Maho’s change in positioning took the hit for her instead unintentionally. Toji reveals himself from the shadows and says he’ll take Riko dead or alive. Geto tells Riko and Kuroi to run while Geto fights Toji with Maho supporting him the best that she can after learning Toji killed Satoru.

Suguru and Maho get defeated while Kuroi is knocked out by Toji and takes Riko to the Time Vessel association. You come out of the chamber to only find Geto and Maho bleeding out, you take them to the infirmary and have Shoko heal them. Suguru tells you that a man with no curse energy ambushed them, killed Satoru, and took Riko.  ‘Wait, a curseless man? But. . . that can’t be’ You snapped out of it and left Suguru to find Gojo’s body to take back. You found where you assumed you would find his body but all you would find was a large blood smear on the pavement. So you went to find Riko in the association. What you didn’t know is that Gojo beat you to it. You snuck in and when they were about to kill Riko, you snatched her away and brought her back to Jujutsu High. However, you asked Riko about Gojo’s whereabouts. She said she last saw him fight a tall man with a small scar on his right lip. Your blood runs cold as you continue to drag her towards the school. She didn’t understand why you stopped talking, but the look of fear on your face told her something.

As Gojo and Toji duke it out for the second time, it was Suguru that caused Satoru to misfire his Hollow Purple at Toji and narrowly missed him. Toji knew that he lost the fight because he would’ve died if he got hit. Let alone, get defeated one-way or another. Since Suguru told Gojo that Riko’s retrieval was a success, Toji knew he wouldn’t get paid for the job and just gave up. He, surprisingly, surrendered himself to the two and was taken to an underground bunker where Toji was heavily sealed and chained up. Doesn’t even bother fighting back at all. Though the mission was a technical success, Tengen didn’t merge with the chosen vessel and there was a sorcerer killer on the premises of the school.

Since you were in charge of the mission and the only one uninjured, you were held accountable and take full responsibility for what has happened. The Higher-ups and Elders were not happy, to say the least, with the results. But specifically that you allowed the rest to get hurt and let Tengen’s vessel free, ceasing the merging. However, they weren’t on Reader’s ass for the first two. They were mostly on her ass because they discovered the identity of the sorcerer killer is Toji. And somehow figured out Reader’s marriage with him. Because of this, they were going to execute Toji and put Reader on trial.

This was also the moment reader’s suspicions were right with Toji doing all of this. She was going through the ringer of emotions when revealed the information in the same room with the very people she despised. So she kept to herself and remained calm. She proposed a deal to them that she knew they would consider. In exchange for Toji’s life and freedom, the reader gave these conditions:

Toji’s weapons would be heavily sealed and hidden away where no one can obtain them. Their whereabouts will be unknown and Reader and a select few would know about the location. 

Toji cannot enter Jujutsu Society/High without Reader. For at least a year, Toji can’t be near any sorcerer or enter any Jujutsu building. Reader is essentially Toji’s handler and responsibility. Toji has to be with Reader at all times when on Jujutsu Premises.

If Toji acts out of line, he will be immediately executed. Reader will also be executed or exiled from Jujutsu Society. However, if Reader dies, Toji will be executed. If Toji somehow dies, Reader would be somewhat safe. But if Reader dies, Toji will die with her. Reader’s life is in the hands of Toji’s behavior and actions. While Reader’s entire life and existence is the reason why Toji lives and her dying means he dies too.

These conditions were simple enough but the higher ups were still doubtful. But Reader also adds that after a year, Toji could go on missions if it involved a reward. Mentioning that Toji would be a vital asset to them and keeping him on house arrest wouldn’t be ideal. Reader tells the higher ups that Toji was exiled from the Zen’in clan years ago and would only listen to her. She implies that Toji could wreak havoc on Jujutsu society if it wasn’t for her.

With reluctance, the higher ups agreed to Reader’s terms but warned she would be on a watchlist. Reader just waves it off. Yet after she leaves the room and goes outside, the weight of her emotions get the best of her and she cracks under it all. This was a lot of process and bear but she was the only one to do this. 

Strangely enough, a distant relative of reader’s contacted her about moving into an old home of theirs. No prices or charges, they just needed to give the house to her since they were moving back into the clan’s main residence. Reader was like okay, thanks for the free house. Since there wasn’t much at the old apartment, they didn’t need to pack much.

Once Satoru and Suguru were healed up, Reader tasked the two of them to bring Megumi and Tsumiki to the dorms temporarily until the house was ready and Reader dealt with Toji. Satoru may or may not have slipped about Megumi’s true heritage, causing Suguru to bonk him on the head. Megumi doesn’t want to go with the two men but after telling him and his sister that Raeder sent for them, he and his sister followed them.

Reader basically was taken to where her husband was held. She only had less than an hour to talk to him so she had to speedrun their talk and leave some things out. It was strange to her to see her husband, the notorious sorcerer killer, chained up and not fighting his restraints. It looked like he hadn’t eaten in days and the color in his eyes was dulled out. But when you entered the chamber and made your presence known, he perked up because he recognized your footsteps.

As much you wanted to comfort and coddle him, you were furious and beyond disappointed with him. Toji admits his faults and was okay with dying. During which he reluctantly revealed to Reader that he sold Megumi to the Zen’in clan for his technique. With this newfound information, Reader is heartbroken and slaps Toji square in the face. Though she didn’t want to, he did deserve it. So Reader explains the conditions she made to grant Toji his freedom and life back, if he so chooses. Or he can get executed, the choice is his.

Toji doesn’t deserve a second chance but Reader offered one to him. While putting herself and life at risk for a bum who ended up abandoning his family. Reader said he can clean himself up, to step up as a husband and father. The only term she was willing to give Toji if he chooses to come back. In a way, Reader was giving signals to Toji that she still needs him and doesn’t want him to die. Toji thinks about it. He would be restricted to being at home and the outside world, while being on a leash by Reader when entering Jujutsu Society which he doesn’t mind the thought of.

Toji makes his decision by agreeing to the conditions while also promising to pull himself up. Although it made you smile, it disappeared when you remember how your children would react to seeing their absent father again and trying to adjust to his constant presence. Toji said he’ll try his best, but he wouldn’t guarantee Megumi and Tsumiki’s approval. But it didn’t matter to him because his family needs him and he would damn to waste his second chance knowing many don’t get any.

So it was settled. Toji is freed because of Reader with the somewhat of an approval from the Higher-ups, the house was ready to move with the kiddos, and everything was starting to set in motion. It was a hard adjustment for the kids in this new chapter of their life. Moving into a new, nicer, and bigger home than the previous smaller apartment was a big change. Another big change was seeing their father for the first time in almost months. Tsumiki was a little happy to see Toji back at home with them but Megumi was different. In fact, he was indifferent about Toji’s return and tried to completely ignore him. You and Toji completely understand Megumi’s feelings about his dad suddenly popping up again out of nowhere after months of not coming home. You reassured your son that Toji’s staying for good and that it’s okay for him to not accept his dad's presence right away or force himself to.

It wasn’t what it used to be but Reader didn’t mind it. Since Toji was on house arrest in the meantime, he was on house-husband duty. Since you were now working as a full-time Jujutsu teacher(2nd-3rd year teacher) and Sorcerer, you were away from home a lot during the morning and afternoons. Toji struggled in the beginning but he really managed and became good at it. He was an excellent cook, cleaner, errand runner, and even handyman. You still handled the money but Toji never asked you for more than what was needed. He started picking up Megumi and Tsumiki from school, making the other parents drool over him. He honestly likes the domestic aspect of this part of his life, something he never imagined when he was younger.

You knew it was bad but you asked Satoru a big favor. Since Megumi’s sale to the Zen’in clan was still up, you asked Satoru to postpone it or intervene in a way. Reader would have the power but her clan faction isn’t what it used to be and the Zen’in clan hates her guts for marrying Toji. Satoru agrees to help but it would mean that he would have partial guardianship over Megumi. That was fine with you but explaining this to your young son would be hard, considering he will be training and spending some of his time with one of his mother’s student.

Satoru and Suguru become older brother figures to the kids and Shoko being a big sister. They would come to your house to visit just to see the kids. It was challenging at the start since Toji was there and a constant reminder of their weakness. But you talked with them about it, saying that they don’t have to care for your husband and hate him all they want. But never hate the children. This was helpful to Suguru since Riko and Kuroi were living on Jujutsu Tech grounds as a safety precaution since there were still hits on Riko. You also noticed Suguru's depression while soul-searching. You always told him that you considered him family and let him know to come to you for help when he needs it.

Reader is the sole reason Suguru hasn’t fallen to the dark-side and became a curse user. However, he and Satoru almost became one a year later. 

A year after the Hidden Inventory incident, Nanami and Haibara were sent on a mission to exorcize a grade 2 curse. You accompanied them because you knew the area better and felt the need to watch the students. However, the information was completely wrong as the curse they were facing was a grade 1 curse that manipulated the earth and surroundings. While Nanami and Haibara had minimal to mild injuries, you were badly injured and bleeding everywhere. While you were able to exorcize the curse, you were hanging on by a thread because your main priority was the safety of the two students. Though you were healed, you did have a faint scar and you were out from doing missions for about a couple of months. Highkey traumatized the two students because their teacher was about to be murdered and they couldn’t do anything about it.

What they didn’t know was that the mission was a ploy to have Reader be assassinated while carelessly adding kids to the mix. All done by the Higher-ups and encouragement of the Zen’in clan. The only reason this information was spilled out was Toji was visiting you in the infirmary and his super hearing heard a low grade Zen’in sorcerer spill it out. He, along with Satoru and Suguru, forced the sorcerer to spill anything they knew. The sorcerer revealed that Reader had been on a watchlist and knew she was dangerous to them so they tried making her death a tragic accident. Surprisingly, Toji and Satoru had this moment of truce between each other. It was interesting to Suguru because both of the two men hate each other’s guts but decided to work together if it involved you. They would’ve stormed in and decimated the Higher-ups and Zen’in clan, which Suguru didn’t mind. 

It was Shoko that retrieved them, saying that you were awake and wanted to talk to them. The three begrudgingly made their way to your room. Reader essentially argues that going on a killing spree would make them curse users, they are just tools for the higher-ups and would turn on them at any given chance. She reminds them that if Toji kills in Jujutsu Society, she would die or be completely exiled and Toji would be immediately executed. Leaving her children all alone with both parents gone and possibly dead. Reader admits she wants to change Jujutsu society and take down the current higher-ups and dismantle the old system. But she doesn’t want to drag Tsumiki and Megumi into the mix, especially since Megumi possesses a technique that has been sought after for centuries.

This weighed on the four of them as Reader continued to talk. It doesn’t help that if they do succeed in killing the higher-ups, not many people would follow behind them, like the big three families. She advises that they need to wait, which she is aware that time won’t change anything. But something needs to happen in order for the change to happen and work in their favor. Suguru understands but doesn’t really agree because keeping them around for longer will just continue what’s happening. Reader points out that if they kill the current higher-ups now, possibly the worst people would take their place. A greater evil replacing a mild evil, pick your poison.

The men don’t go through with the killing but are on legit bad terms with the higher-ups. Toji couldn’t give two fucks about them and the Zen’in clan, but he loves you so he’ll abide to your rules. Similar to Toji, Satoru is the same. He does have the power to do all of this, he knows it would put many people at risk. Suguru was the only one who was conflicted about it, they could do it now so why wait for later? But Suguru is only doing this for his friend and you, not for Jujutsu Society.

Reader is aware of Suguru’s breaking point with what’s been going on. She tries to help but knows Suguru has to make that choice to reach out for help as well. He has been sent on mission after mission, breaking him down even more. One night when you were still on mission leave, there was a knock on the door. Opening it revealed Suguru holding two twin girls in his arms. After dragging him inside, giving the girls Tsumiki’s old clothes, patching him up, and making him tea, you asked what on Earth happened? Anxiety gnawing away as you assumed the worst. Then Suguru explained the situation, his latest mission in a village where he found the mistreated twins by the villagers. He didn’t kill them, to your relief, but he was mad and angry how non-sorcerer people could be more cruel than them. These are the people they were supposed to protect and save but they pull off the most heinous crimes, putting a hit on Riko then torturing these innocent girls. 

You didn’t deny Suguru was right, why protect non-sorcerers when they have the ability to be as cruel as the curse spirits they fight? But it was not about being the better person and letting them get away with it, no. It was about would it be worth it in the end for Suguru to kill off random humans who they’ll never see again? The village was remote as it is. So for torturing the girls, Jujutsu tech and other Jujutsu sorcerers weren’t allowed to do assignments for the village. Leaving the villagers vulnerable to curse attacks and incidents. While it still was a bad decision to leave them to fend for themselves, you couldn’t let Suguru go on a killing spree. 

So Reader helps Suguru take care of the twins along with Satoru and Shoko. The twins had a hard time adjusting but got used to living with Suguru as their guardian/dad. The Twins grow up with Tsumiki and Megumi as they would have play dates and hangout with each other whenever they were at Reader’s home or Reader brings Megumi and Tsumiki to Jujutsu Tech. 

With that, Suguru and Gojo become teachers at Jujutsu High. Shoko became a doctor, Yaga became the principal of the school, Haibara is a full-time sorcerer while Nanami left the Jujutsu World after he graduated but eventually returned a couple years later. You still teach at the school but more of a substitute teacher and only going on retrieval and investigating missions. 

During this time, you tried your best with your children to mend their relationship with Toji. While Megumi took a little longer than Tsumiki, they recognized that their father was staying and not leaving anytime soon. The household was a lot healthier because of that, putting Tsumiki and Megumi in a better mental state. With Megumi having developed his curse technique, Satoru trains him and spends time with him after school to help him better understand his technique. Though you do help your son, it seems like Satoru had teachings that stick with him more. Megumi recognizes Satoru’s presence, though annoyed for the most part, and sees him as an older brother figure but he’ll never admit it. Toji is more involved with his kids' lives as they get older, making up for their earlier years. They have good figures in their lives, making their lives better. While Megumi still has that surface-level brooding antisocial personality, it’s credited to him being an introvert and picking up bits of Toji’s personality.

Though Toji and Megumi’s relationship got better over the years, they have their little banter moments here and there. It was more for annoyance and teasing between the two. You allow it to happen only if it’s meant to be a joke and not a cruel insult disguised as a joke. Sometimes Tsumiki intervenes but you tell her that’s how Megumi and Toji show their love for each other. Especially when Megumi gets older and doesn’t show his vulnerability as much compared to when he was younger. Megumi grew to appreciate his dad more and Toji values from what his two children have taught him.

With the events of JJK 0, since Geto is alive and a non-curse user, let’s just say that the villain who attacked Jujutsu High was Kenjaku but in a different body of a powerful person. So Reader meets Yuta and the other first years and is shocked to see a Zen’in with no technique. She makes personal note of this while also helping Satoru and Suguru teach them. Reader was also there for the attack that took place on Christmas Eve, which pissed her off because she was supposed to be at home with her family but some powerful bozo wanted to conquer and see the whole world in shambles. Nanami and Haibara were serving on the battlefield. Gojo was literally giving hands to Miguel while Suguru was helping in exorcizing and stockpiling curses. 

Kenjaku gets heavily injured and flees the scene, proclaiming that this wouldn’t be the last time they would see him. So after convincing forcing Miguel to come to your side, Reader and Satoru sent Yuta with him to Africa in hopes of finding more of the curse rope Miguel’s clan makes.

Meanwhile sometime later, Megumi was of age to go to Jujutsu Tech. He had a lot of resistance from you to not go there, let alone be a sorcerer. But Gojo talked with you and convinced you that Megumi would become a better sorcerer if he went. Yet it meant dorming at the school and Reader was reluctant about it. But when Megumi showed interest and talked to you about it, you agreed to it but it meant that Satoru would be responsible for his well-being during school hours. Toji also was on Megumi’s side, saying the boy needs to spread his wings and kick ass. Plus Tsumiki will be home too. He’s becoming a young man and you hate to admit it but your husband has a point.

Also in this AU, Tsumiki doesn’t get cursed and goes into a coma. Long story short, you had a gut feeling that something bad was gonna happen. But it wasn't like the air shifted or felt different. Nah, you had this impending doom and you felt so sick that Toji was concerned for you. When Tsumiki left for the bridge, Toji secretly followed after her and saved her just in time. However, one of her friends ended up getting cursed instead. Tsumiki feels guilty but Toji explained about your concern for her safety which is why he went.

Everything still happens as per usual. Megumi meets Yuji, Yuji eats Sukuna’s fingers, Yuuji becomes Sukuna’s vessel, Megumi, Nobara, and Yuuji become a team, etc.

Megumi never really mentions Reader/You, his dad, or sister to Yuji and Nobara because they never asked him. But also, he still is a well-reserved person and doesn’t let information like that slip, especially what he knows about Reader’s status in the Jujutsu Society.

Yuji and Nobara don’t meet Reader/you until after the Kyoto exchange event because Reader/You were in Hokkaido for a bit. But let’s say Reader/You were not pleased with the treatment of Yuji and the Jujutsu Tech students from Kyoto. Todo gets a pass but he’s the only one, Miwa does but she’s a different story.

Reader brings up Maki to Toji and Toji seems interested to see another person that’s very similar to him. Reader brings Toji to school and this is one of the times he is actually well-behaved and watches from afar as he sees the second-years train. He observes Maki quietly as you await his response. Toji just stands up, saying there’s another foil to the Zen’in clan’s plans before leaving the school grounds with you.

Toji does go on missions for Jujutsu Tech but he’s not considered a sorcerer. He’s very similar to Mei Mei in terms of only doing a job if it bleeds money. Due to his Celestial Restriction, he is sent on more dangerous missions. But he doesn’t mind because the paycheck he gets is a fat one that could provide for a year for your household.

Now with the Shibuya Arc, it will be completely different with Toji being alive and an ally. Though tragedy and destruction will occur in Shibuya and afterwards, Toji’s being alive does change the tides against Kenjaku and his evil plan. This is also where Reader starts doing her own thing and pulls some strings that’ll help the main cast. Even if it’s not on legal terms.

[wren-kitchens]

guess who forgot they can post writing on tumblr againnn anyway this was bribery so stiff would watch rtc HKFHD

(this is part of the sniflins au! idk if it’s canon or not but it takes place in that world! the sniflins is an au by myself, @angeart @loveroped and @stiffyck !)

jimmy can feel scar smiling against his neck, nuzzling closer every so often, and his stomach fills with butterflies. his chest is filled with a fuzzy glow—a wonderful mix of both his own and scar’s happiness. he can no longer tell what emotion belongs to who, and it’s wonderful. under the lazy warmth of the afternoon sun, it’s as if there’s no one else in the world aside from them, and jimmy couldn’t be happier.

that idea is very abruptly disputed, as joel snores loudly from across the picnic blanket. jimmy stifles a laugh, and he can hear scar giggling quietly in his ear (which, for the record, might just be the best sound ever). 

both grian and joel fell asleep a good ten minutes ago—grian almost fell face first into a cupcake, and joel dozed off midway through insisting that he was not going to fall asleep at all. scar and he have since concluded that it was the sniffer traits that made them so sleepy in comparison to them, and that they will never let either of them live this down.

“ruins the moment a bit, doesn’t it?” jimmy jokes quietly, if only to hear scar’s laugh again.

scar hums, the sound vibrating against jimmy’s skin. “well, I don’t know. doesn’t make you any less beautiful.” 

jimmy feels his face burn in a way that is entirely unrelated to the sun. “oh my gosh.” he buries his head in his hands.

scar is laughing again, sitting up with the sole intention of making jimmy even more flustered, it seems. “oh, but you are! look at you!”

“I will hit you.” jimmy says, muffled through his palms.

“I don’t believe you.” scar teases, sing-song. “you love me too much.”

“I absolutely don’t.” jimmy says. even to his own ears, it sounds laughably false. but right now, he’s proving a point, so.. shut up.

scar presses a kiss to jimmy’s neck, and jimmy feels his face grow impossibly warmer. “oh yeah? now, unless our soulbound broke in the last few seconds, i’m fairly certain you do, sweetheart.”

and- whilst jimmy may not usually be the most forward person in the world, desperate times call for desperate measures. the desperate times in question being his immense flusteredness, and the desperate measures- well..

jimmy takes his hands away from his face, shifts to face scar, grabs his collar and pulls him into a kiss. scar is surprised initially, but melts into it almost immediately—that wonderful glow growing in jimmy’s chest.

and- wow. jimmy somehow manages to forget just how happy scar makes him—not that he’s complaining; it’s something of a fantastic surprise every time he remembers again. like right now, for instance. because scar’s hands are at jimmy’s waist and cupping his cheek, and he’s leaning ever further into the kiss, and jimmy can feel the thin scar that runs through scar’s bottom lips and it’s bliss.

they pull away to catch their breath, giggling breathlessly all the while, and jimmy takes the opportunity for payback. he peppers scar’s face in kisses, delighting as he laughs, and occasionally giving scar’s lips a teasing peck.

“point- point proven!” scar is saying, despite the fact that jimmy has considered stopping at least twice and each time scar whined until he kissed him again.

“mm, no, I don’t think it has.” jimmy grins. “I think I might have to kiss you forever, actually.”

“I mean-“ scar says, and jimmy cackles at the abrupt shift in his tone. “I wouldn’t object, per say-“

“you’re an idiot.” jimmy says, fond as anything. god, he loves this man so much.

scar beams, as if he knows exactly what jimmy is thinking. “I know.”

[candycorncremator]

Unfortunately lower visual quality than I wanted be because Tumblr only allows 10 images so I smushed them into three canvases instead of two post. Anyway beta trolls Headcanon and some thoughts below the cut.

Aradia

Aradia is the design I probably have the most experience drawing of the beta trolls purely because of how many zines I’ve drawn her in the last year. I like thinking of her hair similar to Pinkie Pies’ in g4 of mlp, where it’s very curly bouncy in her alive and godtiered forms but straightens out more when she’s ghosting up the place and in Aradia-bot form. I didn’t realize until a recent zine I had been drawing her horns ways too low for comic accuracy but I am a creature of habit so I keep drawing them like that.

Tavros

I’ve grown to love this kid because of my recent reread but I do not like drawing them. Between the Mohawk and the long, straight horns, I don’t care to draw their most important traits so he unfortunately only gets drawn in these group drawings. As for the one ear being pierced, it’s kinda a reference to cow tags but also I think it just fits them.

Sollux

Sollux a pretty easy character to design. I just have to imagine a greasy nerd kid growing up too fast for him to put on weight, add his troll bits and voila. The snake bites are definitely a hold over from the humanstuck I made for him last year but I think it just kinda add to his whole vibe. The undershirt comes from someone who also sits in a hot-ass room most of my days and will wears a second layer so leaving the room won’t feel like stepping out into a frozen wasteland.

Karkat

Karkat for me has always been short and stout guy. Other than that most of his facial features are taken from me, being someone who also over exaggerates their faces and nearly always is squinting a little.

Nepeta

Between all my designs of Nepeta the only thing that ever changes with any consistency is her hair. Like giving her cleft lip scar because I gave it to my fan-descendent of her and it’s cute.

Kanaya

Like two months ago I saw a post on here saying give that girl a nose (in reference to Kanaya) and it was the single most true HC I have ever seen. I also like completely throw out any references I have of her when I draw her hair because I think she should have 1930’s waves and curls. I typically only have to draw the super simple eyes so the only thing I had to change was giving her actual eyes.

Terezi

Got pretty comic accurate but probably would erase some of the chin to imply she’s fat a little better if I wasn’t doing this more rigid style.

Vriska

Also pretty comic accurate with the exception of the snake bites which is probably because I don’t draw her a lot and I don’t think about her much enough looks wise to have any specific head canons.

Equius

Goodness his hair gave me a struggle, kept on looking like a balding metal head until I added the pushed back stuff. Also returned back to drawing pseudo animal ears by giving him horse ears only angle to better fit a humanoid head.

Gamzee

I hate their make-up but every thing else about drawing them is a dream; goat ears, not straight hair, simple horns, silly little guy. What more could I ask for.

Eridan

And I’m almost done but unfortunately this doofus is next and requires the most detailed bust even in canon. Due to drawing them in this year’s 413 countdown I know how I like styling their hair and fins so I basically just chop the hair up since this is suppose to be during comic hcs and then follow their canon and Pesterquest designs with a few added features and boom. I was drawing everyone with the dark grey lips but I forgot for Eridan so I’ll just say they use concealer on their lips.

Feferi

Yippee! Back to ignoring canon and just giving her the biggest eyes on account of her glasses and cute piercings. I originally based her fins off of lion fish fins but they’re definitely more based off of betta ventral fin now.

[kny-agere]

kny agere, yay!!!! could i please request little!obanai & cg!mitsuri, maybe with big!muichiro? i can see muichiro lightly teasing obanai in a big sibling fashion and just being really excited about being older for once. maybe obanai trips and gets hurt, so mitsuri gives him lots of hugs and kisses and muichiro helps cheer him up by doing things that always cheer him up when he’s little— like silly faces or tickles!!! just an idea… excited to see what you write next!

Ermmm forgot to add kaburamaru so just pretend the snake is sleeping somewhere (*´-`) Not the exact prompt but I hope I incorporated some themes to ur liking still!! (Side note this was my first time ever writing Mui non-regressed?? Whaaaa)

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Muichiro wasn’t regressed, not quite, but there was a sense of curiosity that wasn’t usually present in him. He leaned over Mitsuri’s shoulder to stare down at Obanai. “Can I touch him?”

The woman laughed at the odd phrasing. “Sure but you have to be gentle.”

After receiving permission Tokito carefully reached over Mitsuri and brushed him fingers against Iguro’s cheek. He didn’t quite trace the path of the scars but did follow their general direction.

“Will he get mad… that I saw his scars?” He whispered the words so softly that Mitsuri second guesses his state. She’s never heard him speak with such care before.

Muichiro had seen some of Iguro’s scars before. All demon slayers had them. Obanai has scars on his back and arms and everywhere else. Muichiro had seen all of them except the ones on the man’s mouth. It wasn’t hard to guess what the bandages were hiding but actually seeing them still felt like a violation.

“He won’t mind if it’s you. Even now Iguro-kun would freak out if he was scared.” For a moment she bends down to spread kisses over his cheeks. The boy makes a few noises in response and opens his eyes. Slowly he reaches up and takes Muichiro’s finger. His good eye focuses on the figure above him.

The younger boy sticks out his tongue and wiggles it. It pulls a laugh out of Iguro but mostly just because Mitsuri laughs first.

“I like babies.” He never had a younger sibling but with his memories coming back he remembers the young children in his home village. Whenever they traveled down the mountain to sell wood Tokito would get to play with the little ones. They were cute with all their chubby features but Iguro makes up for it with his enchanting eyes.

He pokes his finger against Obanai’s lips. The babies would grab and suck on the digit. Instead the man scrunches up his face like he might cry.

Mitsuri doesn’t scold him but does slowly grab his hand. “Remember how we have to be careful? Don’t be too rough with his face.”

“I wasn’t,” Muichiro insists flatly. He moves his hand away from her grasp and instead pets Obanai’s hair. It’s soft which means Kanroji must’ve washed it. Otherwise it’d feel like straw.

He reacts better to the petting. Iguro’s eyes start to narrow like they might close again.

“If he falls asleep again can I have a turn holding him?” Tokito moves to Mitsuri’s side. He pushes harder to cradle Obanai’s head with one of his hands. It’s cramped with Kanroji’s arm squishing him but he likes being close. “And share the futon too?”

The woman knows that Tokito has the strength to hold Iguro, but considering they’re about the same size the actual logistics of it don’t quite make sense. “Ah well moving Iguro-kun might wake him up but I’m sure that some cuddling will be ok.” She averts her eyes and goes a little red but thankfully Muichiro doesn’t push further. His face is painted with a frown for a brief moment but when Obanai sighs and shifts the boy brightens again.

“Can we do that now?” His tugging makes it clear there’s only one acceptable answer. Mitsuri promises that she’ll work on her indulgence problem and follows the boy out of the room.

[jitters-art]

Drop those team taka head cannons

omg i adore team taka altho i feel i don’t even have the most particularly interesting headcanons for them LOL a lot of them will be design headcanons bc thats what i normally think of as an artist hehee uhm.. i’ll start with suigetsu bc i love suigetsuuuuu

for suigetsu as shown in my drawing of him from today i like the thought of him dying the tips of his hair blue….. the way the anime shades his hair is far too cool to accept it’s shading and not act like those are dyed tips….

[ ID: two screenshots of suigetsu. END ID. ]

like cmonnnnn the blue tips are the coolest thing in the world. it is NOT shading TO ME ☝️☝️☝️☝️ also i didn’t draw this in my recent suigetsu bc i forgot when i was drawing it 😢😢 but i do imagine he has scabs on his lips and around his mouth often from accidentally biting his lip T.T sometimes i bite too hard and draw blood i can only imagine having sharp teeth and doing that T.T also he wears smudged eyeliner. uh this ones maybe kinda obvious but to me he doesn’t have much of a sense of boundaries and doesn’t have much shame in his body so T.T being his roommate would be a constant battle to make sure he walks around the apartment in *some* clothes. like by everything holy just *something*

this one is absolutely not based at all but it’s my brain and i can do to jūgo as i please with it ☝️☝️ and i like to imagine jūgo likes to wear accessories on his head a lot. like hair clips, hats, maybe he starts growing it out a bit more and ties parts of it up. it catches little birdies attentions more too which he enjoys and is a bonus other than it just being cute to me. to me he’s also the friend that carries around a big bag to hold everyones shit in when they get tired of carrying their own stuff. like yeah man just toss it in… it adds nothing i already have anything you could imagine in here anyways. y’know y’know. most of my jūgo headcanons are not based at all ajksjsjss i’m sorry but i also like to imagine he might pick up smth like woodworking/carving maybee knitting/crotchet (but i lean most towards wood carving) to keep himself distracted and occupied. less likely to have episodes and intrusive thoughts for him. obviously doesn’t stop everything but it helps the tiniest but plus it’s fun :) i think if he were to do carvings and stuff he’d give like a few to his friends if it was smth they specifically liked but i think he kinda likes and prefers to just leave them around, to either be lost to time or be found by someone else! i think he has lots of scars on his hands and knuckles— between the wood carving and his rampages i think his hands take quite the damage. and y’all know i like scars so i ignore any jutsu that may deter scar creation so to me he defo gets scars. except suigetsu’s jutsu actually.. i dont think suigetsu gets scars at all.

i like to imagine karin with a bunch of neat kind of earrings. anything fun/funky. also she has one industrial piercing too to me.. sasuke has two of them but karin had one before she knew sasuke did 😭😭 just a coincidence she swears she swearssss. this one would like.. technically be canon anyways in the first half but bc of all the bite marks she has n stuff her skin would be suuuper bumpy… i think she probably doesn’t like people touching her cause strangers/non team taka end up commenting on how gross it is T.T she prolly wears long sleeves as much as she can. which i rlly don’t know much about boruto but i think long sleeves in that one is canon too. i like to work with out of canon clothings so even then if i end up starting a karin fashion board it would have strictly long sleeve outfits in it. also i like to imagine her with some vocal tics. i dont imagine her with tourettes but just a small tic disorder. i think she mostly does like clicking sounds and hums… not any words or anything :) also i feel like her eyesight is just constantly getting worse and worse. i imagine she’s legally blind but still it gets worse. when she’s older like maybe her 50s or 60s she goes blind and just relies on only sensing ppls chakra to know who’s around w/o asking. i mean she heavily relies on that anyways even when she does have eyesight.. i like to just think she uses it a lot instead of straining her eyes when her prescription starts changing.

uhm and for sasuke some more team taka centred headcanons instead of just some hcs in general… i mean i’ll just state the obvious here because soooo many ppl tend to ignore this but. team taka are sasukes best friends…. not the rest of the konoha 12… so jot that one down. i feel like even when they branch off and do their own thing (again idk anything about boruto none of that is canon to me akshjshsjsjs so don’t be like “uhmm well actually 🤓🤓”) they like to keep in contact. even if not often they’ll send messages. i like to think if they’re aware they’re gonna end up being somewhere near-ish the others they’ll all go out of their way to pay a visit. uh also i DONT think this actually happened like it’s not a headcanon of mine but i do think the thought of suigetsu being sasukes first (very short term) bf is a funny thought…. it does not last tho cause anytime they’re tryna talk about sweet things and their thoughts sasuke just talks about naruto T.T again i dont actually headcanon that happening but it is a funny thought to me… uhm also i don’t particularly think there’s a moment in which this would end up happening but i do think that out of all of team taka sasuke trusts jūgo the most to just… have a personal conversation with. like he doesn’t go out of his way to ever talk about personal shit with him, but i think if a situation were to come up in which he had to/felt like he needed to i think jūgo would be the one he’d go to c:

most importantly no matter how much they do argue with each other team taka does all love eachother.. and they certainly stay friends for life. even if they don’t talk much i think they will all always consider them a group of friends that they can just send messages to without the thought of it being strange after it being so long. it doesn’t even have to be some kind of important message either. just a little random message whenever they think of it.

[hopeworth]

*rolls in late* talk to me about hurricane jason :]

wip tag game

you've actually gotten snippets from this wip before sun :] but i never really expanded on it

this fic's working synopsis is 'seasonal depression vs hurricane named after yourself' which is a very descriptive synopsis. jason's in the throes of seasonal depression when dick calls him like 'turn on the news RIGHT NOW' and it's hurricane jason here to ravage the US. the days leading up to the hurricane (as it increases in category to cat5) is full of conversations and muted, low-key moments between dick & jason. it climaxes, right before the hurricane makes landfall where dick drags jason off to one of the batplanes and they fly through the hurricane turbulence and into the calm Eye.

this is the product of me being a geography nerd + Romantic Era poetry enjoyer, where this beautiful and immense force of nature is like a balm for the depression (KEATS WAS RIGHT WHO NEEDS THERAPY WHEN NATURE IS RIGHT THERE)

also i'm rereading this wip and i really did just quote keats in the middle of it huh

snippets :3

[He opened his eyes and looked down at his steeping tea. He fished out the teabag and tipped milk into it to get the familiar colour of late nights after patrol. Light brown. He watched his hand stir it once, twice, then tap his spoon against the lip of his mug. Dick bought the mug for him, the blue Nightwing symbol emblazoned across the black porcelain. It’s the only one he had, which meant that if it broke he might just kill himself.

He suddenly did not want to drink the tea. His tongue tasted sour in his mouth, and Jason didn’t want to feel or taste the liquid at all. 

The rain came down harder and Jason did not like this memory. He wanted to be done with this memory, go forward into a time where this was only a memory.]

also i love applying geography into how the superhero world will interact with it, which off topic has on multiple occasions give me ideas about it. i forgot i had some poly titans in the bg as well

[Forty minutes later Jason was somehow sitting on his couch again while Dick had put on his nature documentaries when he heard a loud clang from the fire escape outside. Dick—who had been watching the documentaries with Jason before he had to continue to do the laundry—seemed to have heard the unmissable noise as well as he came out of the laundry room to lightly jog over to the window. He deftly unlocked Jason’s security system to open it, and Jason watched Dick talk to someone from the corner of his eye.

Jason recognised the man by the ink-like scars over his eye, matching that distinct identifier to the rolodex of players in the capes’ world he kept in his head. Tempest was dripping everywhere and Jason was glad Dick hadn’t invited him in. At least the plastic bag he handed over to Dick was miraculously completely dry. Jason turned his gaze away when it looked like Dick was going to kiss the Atlantean. The window closed again.

“Why didn’t you ask one of your flying friends?”

Dick said, “It’s raining.”

“Or West.”

“He’s on hurricane duty.”

Ah yes, hurricane duty – or the rotating roster of superhumans tasked with helping the areas in the hurricane path prepare for the oncoming destruction, either to make sure evacuations run smoothly or to set up sandbags as quickly as inhumanly possible. Robin once asked Batman why they couldn’t just stop the hurricanes in its path or divert its path, but Batman merely said it was a bad idea especially after the last time. So bad they have been officially requested to not interfere directly with any tropical storms. Robin had sensed a story.

“But Tempest can’t fly.”

“It’s raining,” Dick said as an answer. Jason nodded. “Now eat.”]

[blixtrandetorst]

{A bit of Dieter’s life that plagued my mind till I wrote something on it. Could be used as a starter for the right character(s)}

“I uh….I’ve never seen a vampire like this…” the soldier’s footsteps slowed approaching the giant body. Its bat face half covered in the dirt where it looked to have skidded into no man’s land. Laying on its side it resembled more a gargoyle than any incarnation of a vampire they were familiar with. Leather wrap around mimicking those officers wore were stroll strapped around its calves. Gigantic riding brechers were the only other article of clothing worn. The rest was weaponry and accessories to boot. Strewn about the long line it carved into the dirt upon landing.

Wings doubling its height were bend and broken in ever which way. A jumbled pile of leather. Bullet holes riddled the entire body. A machine gun spray looking to be the culprit. Silver bullets perhaps.

The fur that shielded its great neck and chest was laced with blood, long since ceasing its drip it dried in chunks. Mixing with the soil kicked up.

“One of ours…that’s all I know.” His buddy added.

“Ours?!”

“Yeah, our fliers I heard don’t need machines…never thought they were like this though…”

“How on earth did you think they fly then?”

“I don’t know! We got rocked by artillery fire before I could ask!”

Their eyes moved back to the motionless monster as if it stirred. One moved closer, ever so gently.

“Careful!” An urgent whisper.

“What Are you doing?”

“Finding out who it is.”

He rooted around in his overcoat, both pockets before a stack of small papers were found. Sanke cards.

“How? It doesn’t look very human.” They continued to hush their voices.

“There’s a scar.” Finally shushing his friend to focus. He moved closer, inching, to get in close to the humongous face. He wanted to brush the dirt away to get a good look without disturbing it. A tester brush revealed no new info but did give him confidence. The monster didn’t move. A few more vigorous brushes with a gloved hand. The scar revealing itself. Seemingly running through its right eye, down the length of its nose and across to his left bottom lip. It reminded him of lightning.

Back to the cards, shuffling them quickly. He had an idea who it could be. Though doubt crept in. Maybe not too notable. This is the most quiet sector on the front. Why would an ace crash over here? Had to be one of the less notable fliers.

He found the card. Holding it up, comparing against the inhuman face. He found a match. “No way…”

“What?”

“NO WAY.”

“Who is it?!”

He turned to show the card. A flier from Richthofen’s own squadron, and a 24 victory ace. “Dieter Bergström.”

“NO.”

“Yeeah…look.” He said in a nervous laugh. His friend rushing over as quickly as he felt prudent. They almost completely forgot that they were two feet away from it. Nevertheless he examined the scar with scrutiny then to the card he ripped from his comrade’s hand.

“Fuck, you’re right.”

“we have to report this!”

“Sshhhhhh!”

“We have to report this. They probably think he’s dead.”

He got a look. “He’s been dead…he’s a vampire dumbass.”

“Well, is he like…dead for a vampire? You know, done?”

“What am I a vampire expert?”

“You have all the Sanke cards! There’s not a flier from Germany that isn’t a leech!”

Their raising voices seemed to actually stir their discovery. A freezing air escaped its nostrils. They both jumped back. Scurrying to the relative safety of pile of dirt from previous mortar fire.

“Uh, you stay here huh? Make sure the tommies don’t find him.”

“How in the fuck am I gonna do That?! HES LIKE 20 FEET TALL!”

“Someone needs to keep an eye on him!”

“NO! Just mark where we are and let’s go!”

“Oh right, alright!” His fingers were messy, fishing a beat up map and a pencil from his bag. Quickly with shaking hands marking an x where they assumed they were. Then shoving it in a front breast pocket as a residual growl grumbled from monster. Giving them both the kick in the ass to get moving.

[volfoss]

Doll faceup/doll nudity under the cut 👍 this is a big project so word heavy

Dindrane, my poor Bobobie Apollo is in for his THIRD faceup because I just couldn't figure out the vibes of what I wanted to do with him until a day or two ago. I wanted to test how I could make burn scars seem realistic on a BJD, as I wanted to give him several, along with several scars on his body and head! This was in a way, preparing for my VERY big Frankenstein doll project, as I would be blushing that full doll in different colors with pastels. The mockup on this one was definitely a bit harder and I decided to not include it here for the fact that it would be way easier to just jump into the work!

First off, I used a watercolor pencil in burgundy to sketch out where I wanted my scars and a normal pencil to sketch the burns out. There's a LOT of spots I wanted the burns so I wanted to use a lighter color pencil but they weren't showing up on the resin at all 😭

^ first coat of blush (VERY faint. He's white resin so I have to do very pale colors unless I want it to overly stand out). The outlines are kinda hard to see here but they are definitely there!

Then I saw some peachy orange pastels I had mixed up for my last faceup on Theo, and realized that would be a perfect color for under the actual 3 dimensional burns I would be making later on. So I just jumped right into it, running out and then mixing up a color that I thought was the same but turned out to be more red. I would have to add more orange/peachy tones next layer.

^ not to Bob Ross here but I had a few happy accidents with this layer! My sealant had kind of been finicky in a couple places but really just added more texture/depth to the scar sites! You can definitely see where the burns are more vividly now! I obviously still have to do the regular faceup and the rest of it but so far so good! I keep the head right by to match with the body so I can really make sure that the scar is matching from the neck to the head. I had originally wanted to do something similar with Dindrane, with a scar instead of a burn but I feel that he is really coming together like this! A lot of the areas I'm not showing (ie the back) are still blushed but I can't go TOO picture heavy or I'll have to make this a 2 part post 👍

Next layer was adding more colors to the pastels, the method I use to seal (using a sponge on sealant) gives me really interesting edges when I do this so I'm really happy with again all the happy accidents of the pastels picking up on the sponge I'm using! When I switch to the rest of the faceup, I am definitely going to get a new sponge but for right now it creates a lot more natural edges on the burns imo!

I have the head and body separate here because they're drying (shocker i forgot to take a pic before sealing lol)

Burn is pretty much at the color I want! We did run into SOME technical issues with the eyebrows as you wouldn't guess that white pencil wouldn't show up on a white resin doll but it doesn't. So i had to paint the general shape on w acrylic paint lmao. They are BARELY visible but they're pretty even for what I'm working with rn! Next up is adding a lot of the really dramatic black eye makeup that he had before and then doing small burns and scars on the body! Also blushing the lips but I also might do a lipstick, it'll really just depend on how I'm feeling when I hit it 👍 the blushing is cracking a lot less in the joints than I expected which again is very good to know for my Frankenstein doll since 99% of the joints are going to be going through a similar treatment!

My favorite hobby is being like hmm ok this is where I'm going with this faceup ^-^ -> get into it and am like hmm. Ok whole different direction. This is definitely what happened here lmao. I had been struggling to pin this guy's character down for a month and while doing the eyebrows, it hit me fully and I knew what I wanted to do with this faceup! Which was a wonderful feeling tbh! So in my horribly terrible mistake fashion, I decided to do my acrylics and pastels on the same layer as I did NOT want to wait for it to dry and my inspo leave me in the meantime. This basically means I cannot make any mistake which is scary. Do not do this etc.

Brows still BARELY visible in pics but everything else turned out perfectly. By some FUCKING miracle my god. No clue how tho. So this now just leaves the burns and the scars, the latter of which I'm putting the red paint on rn bc i am um. Impatient so so bad lol. Very happy w this faceup tho like... It's him to me and that's a really good feeling :)

Realized the dark ass pencil was in fact a pain to cover up so mixed a kind of skin color paint with a tiny bit of my blood color to get a kinda middle shade between the skin and the scar which created a nice edge which will hopefully blend a bit better when I get to the glue and texture stage!

This is while it's still drying BUT. If it looks anywhere near this good when dry I'll be THRILLED. This worked way better than I expected and I am VERY glad I did such dark pastels under bc it set a really good foundation for the textured part of the burn! It's 7 am as I'm writing this and I am so so sleepy so I postponed the arm for another day but here's how the torso is looking! I'm letting it dry overnight, as well as the head and then will see if I need to do another coat tomorrow

^ very early on as I covered all the red on the torso but this pic shows it looking pretty dry so wanted to pick this one 👍

Faceup still drying here but. I added more definition to the scars on the body by doing another layer of glue + pastel and did the same on the face. Added piercings to him and it's basically all just waiting for a ton of it to dry now 👍

^ first pic is before the second coat but just showing how it all looked dry and second pic is faceup finished minus gloss! I will be posting finished pictures later but this was a BIG project so I hit max pic limit quickly. Obviously when I did the rest of the glue, I added the arm burns and the rest of the burns on the lower arms. I'm STILL not done with this body though. I need to do a lot of burns on the legs and add tattoos on the legs as well! This is definitely a very long project lol. The tattoo stuff is definitely going to wait for later because I have no clue what I want to do with him but this entire project has been a HUGE help with doing 3 dimensional modifications like this and it's going to be insanely helpful when I work on my Frankenstein body next. A lot of the techniques I used here are ones I will also use there so it should be pretty easy! Hopefully lmao.

[young-dumb-and-vaccinated]

Hey 👋

I swear I'm addicted to your writing😁 Thank you for the amazing post❤

Can I request a usually calm reader coming home to Hanni and Wil with n bruise on their cheek and/or blue knuckles from n fight. And when they question reader they find out reader defended their relationship.

Or

Them reacting to reader with cigarette burn scars from childhood or self harm scars.

Sorry if it's specific I had a dream about the first one and I'm insecure about my scars😅 Also if it makes you uncomfy ignore me🤣

Have a wonderful day/night/afternoon💕

Hey anon, sorry it took me a hot minute to get to this. Hope you enjoy!

Gender neutral y/n comes home covered in bruises. Their lovers Hannibal and Will need to know why.

trigger warnings: blood, threats of violence, mention of firearms, stalking

You spit a mouthful of blood into the snow before you even thought about turning the doorknob. Any random passerby would look at you and think you were attempting to rob the place. You couldn't say you disagreed, though: your hood was pulled over your head and you held a tire iron in your singular non-bleeding hand.

You knew it wasn't wise to let the old-money Baltimore socialites catch you in such a compromising position, but you had to double-check your mental map of the house one more time. Hannibal would undoubtedly be cooking; hopefully so in his element that he wouldn't notice you slipping by. Will was the one you had to worry about. When it came to you, he'd become as alert as a German shepherd with protective instincts to match. Where he was in the house was anyone's guess, so you needed to be on guard.

You removed your heavy boots and opted to leave them outside. You then tossed the tire iron behind a nearby planter and slowly, quietly turned the knob. The door creaked as it opened, making you cringe. The sight of neither of your partners immediately running up on you was a bit of a relief; you hadn't been discovered quite yet.

You just needed to make it upstairs so you could barricade yourself in the master bathroom and use that oh-so-rare sliver of privacy to cover up your bruises. Then you could climb down the trellis, grab your shoes and make a proper entrance with hello kisses and whatnot.

"[F/N]?" Hannibal called out before you could even breach the threshold.

With no thought on your mind other than "fuck", you turned your head away from the direction you heard him. "Yeah, I'm home."

"I'd rush to give you a kiss, but I'm a little tied up at the moment." He said, undoubtedly grinning to himself as he trussed a chicken with sturdy cooking wire. "So you'll have to come to me."

"Oh, yeah." You called back. "Let me just get cleaned up first."

"If you insist." He said with a dramatic dip in his voice. "But hurry right back. Dinner is almost ready."

Hurdle one was cleared. Now all you had to do was clear the second, much higher hurdle.

You ascended the stairs, but forgot to skip that one consistently creaky step that always alerted the dogs. A small army of dogs came pouring into the upstairs hallway, blocked only by the baby gate Hannibal had installed as a compromise. Enthusiastic barks filled the foyer as you desperately tried to calm them down from the top step.

"Winston! Max! Harley!" You rattled off as many names as you could remember. "Hush, please!"

"[F/N]?" Will said, turning the corner.

You momentarily considered throwing yourself down the stairs. It would be easier to explain the bruises and you could still soak up that sweet, sweet throuple affection without having to tell a story that even you didn't entirely believe. Common sense, however, kept your feet firmly on the ground.

Will appeared in your line of sight. You pulled the brim of your hat down and stuffed your hands into your pockets. "I, uh- forgot how to open the gate again."

The dogs parted in Will's path and he looked at you with suspicion as he effortlessly opened the gate. "Is everything okay?"

You turned your head to the side. "I'm fine. It's just really cold outside."

"I'm sure those wet clothes aren't helping." Will cocked his head. "We can start by throwing that hoodie in the dryer-"

Before you could pull away, he pushed your hood and your hat off in one fluid motion. He knew what was going on.

"I'm no doctor, but I don’t think busted noses and black eyes are side effects of low body temperature." He said, folding his arms.

You put your hand up, unintentionally revealing the bruises on your knuckles. "You learn something new every day."

You tried to scoot past him, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

"[F/N]--" Will said, a blistering fury beginning to percolate in his chest. "Who did this to you?"

"I ran into a bus stop." You lied, not even trying to make it sound believable.

"That bus wouldn't have happened to be headed to Dacula, would it?"

Your silence spoke louder than any excuse you could think of.

Will sighed. "Right. I think I know what happened."

"Will, I-" you protested.

"Save it for dinner." He scolded. "I'm sure Hannibal would love to hear this."

You'd been found out it was much worse than anticipated. You felt like you were on trial, which, given the circumstances, you could have actually been on trial in a real court of law on the charge of aggravated assault. However, that didn’t make you feel any better.

Hannibal demanded an explanation and couldn't wait until dinner. He was willing to let one of his culinary masterpieces burn in the oven, knowing of course that a much rarer delicacy was in the cards once you gave him a name.

He brushed his finger over an open cut under your eye. A light click of his tongue reached your ears as he examined your face.

"Give us a name, love." Hannibal probed, holding your jaw between his fingers and following the trail of bruises down your neck. "Who did this to you?"

"It's not a big deal, really." You assured him, squirming against his grip. "I started it."

"Now that, I find hard to believe." Hannibal contested. "You're not a preemptive strikes kind of person."

"Nor would you go all the way to Dacula to throw a few punches." Will added, approaching you with an ice pack.

"Okay, so maybe I finished it." You corrected.

Hannibal smiled proudly to himself. "That's more like it."

"What exactly did you finish?" Will asked, gently placing the ice against your bruised knuckles.

You sighed. You mentioned Dacula once and they already knew the answer. They were just waiting to hear you say it.

"My ex-boyfriend, Sidney." You leaned back on your one good wrist. "He was a being a completely irredeemable shit, as usual-"

"Details, darling." Hannibal said in too singsongy of a voice than was really appropriate while wrapping your hand in gauze.

"Acting entitled, talking like I belonged to him-"

"You have no idea how little that narrows it down." Will shook his head.

You were compelled to agree, but couldn't bring yourself to admit that and the fact that you ever dated Sidney in the first place. "Right."

"That isn't out of character for him." Hannibal said.

"And certainly not enough to make you willingly drive back out to cousinfuck nowhere to beat him up." Will finished.

"I didn't go out there with the intent to beat him up!" You contested. "He said that if I could meet him for coffee he'd never speak to me again. I know it's a lot of gas money, but I really was gonna hold him to the whole 'never speaking to me again' bit."

"So what happened?" Will asked, growing impatient.

You looked at the ground, embarrassment stopping the words at the tip of your tongue.

"Somehow, he caught a whiff of our... arrangement." You tightened your hands into frustrated fists. "And he made some really shitty comments about... you."

Hannibal and Will exchanged looks. They let the silence linger, urging you to fill it.

"He went into obscene detail about how mmf threesomes are his favorite category of porn," you tried not to gag as you recalled the disgusting details. "And then said if I 'let him watch', he wouldn't tell the local baptist church that I was a whore-"

"The man is a pig." Hannibal said, matter-of-factually.

"I got up to leave." You continued. "Obviously. Then he said he knew where you lived. Announced it to the whole diner. Started to go through his list of semiautomatic weapons. So to make sure he knew I meant business-"

"You threw the first punch." Hannibal finished the thought for you.

You nodded. "Naturally."

Will smiled to the floor and pushed his glasses up his nose. "I would have loved to see that."

"As much as it pains me to say," Hannibal began, resignedly agreeing. "It's only fair that you stand up for us the way we stand up for you. From time to time."

Will brought your bruised knuckles to his lips. "Though we desperately need to teach you how to dodge. Because the next time you come home covered in scratches, someone will pay."

You took both of their hands. "I should get beat up more often."

[teenandbeyond]

Levi Ackerman x M.Reader

REQUESTED

This was requested, but I forgot to add it to the anonymous ask lol

This is part 2. If you want part 1, click here. Part 3.

🍋⚔Hero⚔🍋Pt.2 (AOT or SNK)

Warnings: Lemon (because I know there'd be someone like "Proof or it didn't happen") and ofc the body appreciation, cursing galore, cute, MxM Relationship, kind of mushy (so if romantic sex isn't your thing, here's the warning), a little inaccurate, did this in two hours 😩, I tried to give it the same vibe, LONG

Somehow you got Levi as a boyfriend, you’ve started to slowly reconnect him to his emotions, but there’s still something missing.

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"Want me to show you?"

Levi leaned on his elbows, watching as you peppered kisses along his hips, then his thighs, each kiss leaving a trail of heat on his skin.

[Name] is absolutely crazy, Levi thought. But he couldn't help himself and blush at how gentle each kiss was.

"Who would have thought, Levi Ackerman, who's feared by many, would be like this behind closed doors?" you teased as you looked up at him.

"Tch. Shut up, it's not their business, anyway."

He knew Hange would've never let it go if they knew anything about this, about you. They'd laugh for years.

You let out a deep chuckle, Levi let out a shaky sigh at the vibration against his sensitive thigh.

"You know, I think you're just being snappy because I haven't paid attention to this yet," you brushed a hand higher.

Levi titled his head back a little with a groan, "You-"

"This is about you, Levi. What do you want me to do?"

He was a little dazed, "What?"

You traced circles into his thighs, giving him an innocent smile, "What do you want me to do to you?"

He let out a long groan, this time in frustration, how was he supposed to think straight when you had him like this? And you knew it, you little brat! That heart-warming smile wasn't helping.

"I...Ugh..."

You moved one hand to caress his scarred one, "Take your time, we have all day."

"I...can you...touch me there?" he broke eye contact.

You rose a brow before you realized, smirking. You decided to play innocent.

"Hm? Where Levi?"

"You asshole, you know exactly where. I can't say it, it's embarrassing."

You laughed, your eyes crinkling a little, "Fine. I'll stop messing with you. But you shouldn't be embarrassed, you're with me, there's nothing for me to judge you on."

You carefully took off his pants, "Besides, this is about you. I'm pleasing you, ask for what you want whenever you want. But that's okay, we'll work on that."

He raised a brow, "Why are you so clothed?"

You grinned, slowly shedding off your shirt, "Mm. You're right, it's not fair."

Even though he's seen you shirtless, considering the fact that you live together. He never gets tired of it, especially when this time, there's a different meaning to it.

You leaned over him, peppering kisses on his face before meeting his lips. You whispered against them, "You know, Levi, sex isn't the cleanest thing in the world. You still want to?"

He actually found himself laughing at that as he traced a few scars you held, "When I deem it necessary, I can handle it."

"Good. Because this will be messy."

You yourself were a greatly tidy person...except during times like this, of course.

You trailed down his chest, paying it special attention for a minute or so before slowly trailing lower. You smiled when Levi's stomach jumped under your lips, "Ticklish? Good to know."

He rolled his eyes, sometimes he hated how observant you were of him. You somehow noticed even the smallest of things, which made him wonder how good he must have been at covering his thoughts of being a burden from you. Well, he supposes sometimes he forgets you're not a mind reader, you just know him well-

"Ah, fuck~"

He hadn't even noticed you'd been paying his member attention, so deep in his thoughts, until you'd engulfed it in your mouth.

Then you started to move.

His elbows holding him up felt wobbly, it felt so good he almost couldn't watch you, too occupied with the feeling.

"[Name]--Hah~"

Why were you so good at this?

"Hm?"

His upper body fell back with a moan, that was even better. He was almost tempted to ask you questions just to make you do that again.

"I--Mm~--your--good job," he couldn't talk straight, gripping at the sheets.

He didn't miss how your face warmed at the praise.

You went a little faster after a few minutes, not enough to startle him, but enough to add more pleasure.

"Hah~"

His hips started thrusting on their own. Damn, this was so much better than the occasional hand.

He's close already, that's cute, you thought to yourself.

"[N-Name] I..."

You couldn't help but laugh at his cuteness.

"I--move--ah~"

You would not pull away, you used the excuse that his words were practically incoherent.

He hit his climax, a long sigh leaving his lips.

Once he settled a little, you pulled away, cringing as you wiped your mouth.

"Shit, that was disgusting," you laughed a little.

"Have you done that before?"

You shook your head, sitting back a little on the floor, "No, you're the first and last person I'd do that for."

He leaned upon his wobbly elbows again, "You don't have to do that, I already told you I'm okay with the mess."

"Fine."

"Speaking of," he moved his uninjured leg toward you, his foot trailing up your thigh, "What about you? Yours is so obvious it doesn't leave much to the imagination."

You shivered at his mischievous foot, "Where'd this confidence come from all of a sudden?"

"Answer my question."

"This is about you, you've never had any type of sexual experience with another person, I was trying to give you a break."

He has no idea how thankful he'd be for that break if only he knew your true potential.

He snorted, foot trailing higher, "I was a scout-- a captain, 'humanity's strongest soldier', I'm sure I can handle you."

Your lashes lowered, "You already couldn't handle me and I haven't even gotten to the biggest part yet."

He smirked, "I thought you said, 'ask for what you want whenever you want'. I'm doing that, I'm asking for you. Are you taking back your words, now?"

"All right, fine. But if it's too much, you better not try to take it anyway. Or else I won't cuddle you for a week."

"Fine, I won't d-"

He bit his lip after you kicked your pants away, he wanted that.

He watched as you walked to your dresser, looking for something, he couldn't help but trail down from your back to your clothed ass. He smiled, gosh his boyfriend was so pretty, inside and out.

"Where'd it--Oh, there it is."

"Where's what?"

"I was looking for something to make it hurt less, I can't do it with nothing," you walked back over to him.

"And you've had this the whole time?"

You gave a bashful smile, "No, just more recently. It was more of a weird feeling moment, a few weeks ago it seemed like a good thing to get."

"I swear--Fuck, it's cold."

"Sorry, just relax, lay back."

He obeyed, taking a breath in and out.

"Last chance--you su--?"

"[Name], I love you, but, shut up. I'm fine."

Your face changed from amused to focused in seconds, Levi couldn't help but jump at the coldness, before you slowly eased in a finger.

His brows furrowed at the feeling.

"How's it feel, Lev?"

"Weird."

The corner of your mouth lifted into a smile, "Well, it's a new sensation, so that's not surprising. Let me know if it starts to hurt more or feel good."

His eyes started to droop a little in relaxation as the minutes went by, although the sensation was strange, a pinch painful (which was leaving him by the minute), you made it much more comforting. Wait...

"[Name], are you looking for something?"

He'd noticed you'd barely said much from the occasional, 'how are you feeling?', 'you're beautiful', 'you still good?'. You seemed way too focused, your finger's 'attacks' seemed deliberate.

"Mm..." you half-answered.

"What does that me--an~? Fuck~" an unexpectedly loud moan cut him off, his back arched at whatever the heck that was.

"Okay."

"[Name]...what..what was...?"

"It's a spot that makes you feel good, beautiful," you smiled, "Ready?"

"Yeah. You're the one that's been teasing me this whole time."

You chuckled, not able to hide the smirk that formed, as you shed your underwear, "I wasn't teasing. I was preparing you, trust me, it's necessary. You wouldn't be able to handle it otherwise."

"I can handle it, but please, just..."

"Alright, alright."

After a quick-self prep and lifting him up, you finally, finally connected to him.

"[Name]~" Levi was conflicted, it both felt amazing and uncomfortable at the same time.

"Relax, sweetheart," you gritted out, he tightened around you more than expected. You gently squeezed his thighs that were on both sides of your hips.

He tucked his face into the crook of your neck, relaxing. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault, love. This is still new to you. Let me know if I need to stop, okay?"

"Mm."

You continued to slowly ease in more, silently sighing to yourself with pleasure.

"You're taking it all so well, gorgeous," you innocently praised.

Turns out Levi has a thing for praise, too.

You both moaned once you were fully inside.

You sat for a moment, letting Levi adjust before he sighed, "Go ahead."

You slowly went out, before sliding back in.

"Hah~"

Soon you found a slow and steady pace, your hips rolling smoothly in and out of him.

Levi laced his arms around your shoulders, his forehead bumping yours a little. The negative thoughts wanted to come back, but you didn't give them enough time to.

"[Name]--Do--ah~--you really think I'm--mm~--beautiful?"

You looked into his eyes, even if he couldn't see out of the other, "That thought--probably--fuck~--occu--pies my head more than anything else."

Your lips met, your kisses soft, loving. The sounds that passed Levi's lips got engulfed by yours.

"You know, I'm never--going to stop reminding you of--how beautiful you are, Levi Ackerman," you muttered against his lips.

"I know."

"I mean it--even when we get--old and wrinkly--well, you--before me--but still."

"That's--hahn~--bold of you assume--we'll be old together."

"I'm too in love with you--to do it with anyone else."

"You sound like a married man."

You grinned at him, "Could be. To you one day."

"Damn it, you drive me crazy, [Name] [Last Name]," his nails dug into your back at a particularly deep thrust.

"Feeling's mutual," you dipped your head down to stimulate his nipples. His head tilted back, that felt too good.

You were getting close, but you wanted to satisfy him first, that's just how you were with him for everything.

"Le--vi. You feel so good~" you groaned out around the pink buds.

"So do--you~"

His thighs started to shake a little, as you more deliberately hit his sweet spot, he clawed desperately at your back, "[Name]~"

You met his lips again, this time the kisses were more ravenous.

Your grip on his thighs got a little tighter, "Let--go, Levi."

He broke from the kiss to moan out as he came again, thighs shaking.

The view of him being satisfied brought you to your climax too, you moved to the wall to have something holding him up when your arms went slack for a moment. You groaned into his collar bone.

You started to catch your breaths, your foreheads together.

"How do you feel, Levi?" was the first thing you asked. Typical.

He held your face in his hands, "Good. Tired."

You let out a breathless laugh, "Nap?"

"Please."

"In the bed this time."

"Really?" he glared at you as you gripped his thighs again to move, and prepared yourselves for a nap after cleaning him up.

"I annoy you, but you love me anyway," you smiled, making sure he was laid down comfortably.

"Mm," his eyes closed.

You laid next to him, running a hand through his messy hair.

You're right, I still love you anyway, my hero.

[sins-and-hubris]

It is time,,,,for Elden Ring junkcanons, ft as many characters as I can think of for the time being. If a character ain't here its bc I either forgot about them or don't care

(nsft descriptions below the cut)

Godfrey: Starting out strong with the dude with the biggest shlong, Godfrey's got both length and girth for days and hairy fuckin' balls that would put any other man to shame. Doesn't even think about how huge he is unless he's fucking his wife, of which it suddenly becomes a major issue despite Marika not giving a fuck. Uncircumcised.

Marika: Thick outer lips, thin inner lips and a heavily pronounced clit, close almost to a tdick in size. She's got zero body hair, and though Godfrey often fussed over hurting her, she's got a pretty much uncanny ability to fit (or push out- birthing Omen twins cant have been fun) anything in her vag with little issue. It's kind of eerie, actually, but then again, everything about her is anyways.

Radagon: Very slender, elegant penis, goes more for length than width. Has a noticible cleft midway down his shaft and over/behind his balls that Rennala was quite fond of tracing with her tongue. No body hair, just like his female half. Kind of unremarkable if his dick wasn't somehow the only penis in the world that could be considered 'elegant'. Not circumcised, but he has no foreskin either.

Rennala: f u z z y. The Carian queen does not shave, so she's endowed with lots of thick black curls that contrast prettily with her milky white skin. Her clit is thin and somewhat tucked away between her lips, which are long and folded over in a way that puts ye old yonic flower metaphor to shame. Has some scars around her vaginal opening from giving birth, which Radagon privately used to think of as quite endearing/attractive.

Godrick: His cock is the most average thing about him, honestly- there's just nothing remarkable about it. It isn't big, it isn't small, his balls certainly are there. The only thing that distinguishes it as his is the pale hair at the base and his vaguely wrinkly foreskin. Suffers from erectile dysfunction to boot, partially because he really just fucks bc its the Expected Man Thing to do and partially because there's usually not enough bloodflow going to his crotch to support a full erection. Genuinely prefers eating people out and using toys over his own penis, because he had pretty much no sexual education whatsoever despite getting a lot of cutting remarks about needing to sire an heir, so his relationship with his own masculinity is...tenuous. Uncircumcised, learned what sex was via trial and error.

Morgott: He's got an absolutely MASSIVE cock, except he sees it entirely as a bad thing after he heard some (extremely jealous) soldiers jeering about how the Fell Omen was hung like a beast during some Gelmir conquests. Most of the time it's sheathed, and completely covered by the thicker fur running down his body, but during rut it often makes an appearance regardless of whether or not he wants it out. He's got a thick, bulbous head with the edges covered in a variety of knobbly bumps, a shaft that thickens in the middle, and a knot that swells up when he's close to coming, with similar knobs on it for Extra Texture. He treats it like an alien entity and generally deals with such ruts by hiding in his room and trying his best to ignore it. Doesn't really know what sex is, but he's got a faint idea of the general concept and knows very well that normal people's bodies Do Not do what his does when he's aroused, which means that he never masturbates and is thus an absolute subby disaster when someone who IS into him gets their hands on him.

Mohg: He's got barbs. Dick barbs, primarily situated around the head and down the underside. He's also very thick, has a lot of scalelike ridges going down the sides of his dick, and it's similarly sheathed like Morgott's, though unlike Morgott, his balls are halfway wedged into his body instead of hanging loose like a mammal's would, and his dick is only a slightly lighter colour than the rest of his scales/feathers (with the exception of the head) because he's not furred all over, like Morgott (who has grey furry balls and a bright pink cock). Has very skewed rut cycles because he stays underground all the time, but he knows that jacking off makes it go away, so he's fine to just sit for a quick wank and go about his day instead of wallowing about in misery, figuring that its just some sort of periodic escape of humors that his body needs to do sometimes. Does NOT know what sex is, but would probably be delighted by the concept if someone explained it to him. Sharing fluids is kind of his thing, after all.

Miquella (THE FUCKED UP ADULT THING CURRENTLY IN THE COCOON NOT THE CHILD NOT THE CHILD NOT THE CHILD.): hes trans and has weird pheromone tentacles like that one Australian moth. That's all I have to say. Frankly Miquella terrifies me, and the fandom's obsession with sticking with his child visage vs the thing in-game means that I have a mental roadblock to thinking about him in any sort of sexual context whatsoever

Malenia: Her cunt is so heavily scarred from the rot that it's honestly kind of a miracle that she can feel anything down there at all. While her rotussy does not, in fact, give you scarlet rot, it is acidic enough that going down on her is somewhat of an,,,experience. Her external clit's gone, so she needs a lot of really hard rubbing on the spot it used to sit for her to feel anything- think deep tissue massaging that pussy. Internal penetration that focuses on targeting the g-spot and that one sweet spot near the cervix also goes a long way. Unfortunately, she has no idea what sex is, and any attempts to show her will likely end up with you getting kicked halfway across the bedroom (either out of shock or bc she thinks its some sort of attack).

Ranni: On her doll body? She's got nothing, at least not until she takes you as her consort. Then she'll likely just either install a fleshlight to tide you over or buy a dildo and strap-on (I hc her as trans so giving herself a penis directly would incite dysphoria she'd never want to admit to). She DOES intend to give herself a nice vagina, it's just that she kind of was too busy with killing god to think about what she wanted her own cunt to look like, and now that she DOES have the time, she wants to sit and pick one out. Give her some time. Knows what sex is and is very smug about it.

Blaidd: What can I say other than big thick knot? He's a wolf guy, having a big dick and a big knot is mandatory. Unfortunately, he also doesn't really know what sex is, because I think its funny. Or, well, he knows the basics of how it works, but only through the pipeline of others talking about it, so his actual perception of how sex is supposed to work is way off the mark.

Radahn: Hung like a horse, hur hur hur. But seriously I have zero thoughts about this guy. He's great but the closest thing I can get to visualizing him with any sort of sex thing is him sneaking away from sex ed lessons so that he could go ride around on Leonard, and then only realizing once he got too fuckin big to fuck that skipping out on the only adequate sex ed tutorial in the entire Lands Between was, in fact, probably an issue. The Golden Order's teachings on sex ain't shit. Circumcised.

Rykard: Used to have a pretty average dick, up until the point that he fused with a giant god-devouring serpent. Now he's got a pair of hemipenes that are each the size of a man, barbed down the entire underside, and has pubic hair (???) thats made of writhing tortured souls. He's got an entire hardcore bdsm dungeon, so he def. knows what sex is. Circumcised prior to the vorefest.

Varre: Pretty average sized dick, unremarkable apart from the fact that it has a kink in the middle that points to his left, making positioning kind of interesting sometimes. That's not too much of a bother to him though, as he enjoys the challenge and likes to be fucked and dommed just as much as he enjoys fucking and domming. Multiple tiny scars on his cock and balls from knicking himself with a knife during masturbation. Unfortunately the only person in the entire Mohgwyn dynasty that knows what sex is, and either uses that knowledge as ransom or gives out horribly inaccurate information for the laughs. Self-circumcised.

Rogier: He's trans, and he went and nabbed himself a penis as soon as he realized that Fia's magic mirror does free sex change surgery. He's got a nicely curved, slender, right-leaning dick that he's quite proud of, and a neatly trimmed bush of pubic hair to accent it. Circumcised.

Fia: Thin-lipped and whispy-haired, with a similarly thin yet prominent clit. Unfortunately, she has an unusually large hymen, so vaginal sex is typically quite painful for her. She and Rogier had a sort of fwb relationship where they fooled around while talking about death

D: Kind of short and slightly thick dick, very sparce body hair. Wishes eternally that he had a chance to bury it in Rogier's ass before they parted ways. Regularity hears Fia and Rogier fucking and absolutely hates it. Surprisingly for a Golden Order boy, he's circumcised.

Master Hewg: His cock is as rough and knobbly as the rest of him, with a lot of ridges and bumps along the shaft. His balls are similarly scaly, and constantly hang low from the heat of the forge. He never fucks anymore, though, as it reminds him of the days before Marika stuck him in the Roundtable Hold, so sex just makes him depressed.

Millicent: Basically Malenia's pussy, but unrotted! She's got plump lips, a moderate amount of red hair, and a short, fat clit yet untouched by rot. Her cunt is similarly acidic, however, so check that you don't have any wounds on your hands or your dick before fucking her, or you'll feel it. Learned about sex while roaming about Caelid, but she's still a virgin due to it being, well...Caelid. Not much worthy of fucking in Caelid

Coryn: Most boring penis in the Lands Between. Not that it matters much to him, because he's too busy thinking about god to entertain matters of the flesh. Picture a genaric white man's cock and you have Coryn's. Uncircumcised, vague idea of what sex is. Luckily though, he doesn't look down on people for having it- the Golden Order, while genocidal as shit and quite reminiscent of crusader-era Christianity, is just really fucking bad at general education

Enysha (or however the fuck you spell his name): This Old Man Cunt Can Kill A Man

Gideon Ofnir: Why would you want to fuck him? He sucks. That being said, he's acceptably well-endowed and knows pretty much all the tricks in the book, so if you really want to know, he's probably not the worst guy to ask. In fact, this dude probably hoards all the sex ed knowledge in the Lands Between. Fuck you, Gideon

Dung Eater: Don't ask.

[lastdr3am3r445]

🍰Dessert Before Dinner🍰

'Ello 'ello! Your favorite Strawberry Smut Peddler is coming at you live from Ventura, CA with a story written specially for the illustrious @katsukisdynamite (she's currently working on her blog, but do check out her work, she is truly spectacular... 🤩)

TodoBakuDeku X Fem!Reader

CW/Mentions: Poly Smut, Daddy Kink, Slight Hard Dom Themes, Oral (giving & receiving), Fingering, Edging & Denial, Temperature Play, Overstim, Pet Names, Degradation, Praise, Creampie (I guess, but its not mentioned specifically)

Word Count: 4,219

Summary: You get home just in time for dinner, but the boys think you look good enough to eat, and decide to indulge in a little dessert before dinner.

*** 18+ Content - MDNI , All Characters are adults***

Without Further Ado... Smut under the Cut!

Needly raindrops pricked your skin as you scurried through the drizzle to get to your apartment. It had been so sunny when you left, too. You were thinking what a waste it was wearing your new sundress when you smelled an oh so familiar aroma; chicken stock, kelp, bonito flakes…

“Mmmm… dashi.”

Shouto must have conned Katuski into making cold soba again. You could practically hear the argument in your head:

“No! No way!”

“Why not?”

“We’ve already had soba twice this week, you fucking fiend! No!”

“Pleeeaaase, ‘Tsuki-chi~”

And a soft blush would creep up Katsuki’s face, all the way up to his ears, then his pout would drop into a scowl, and…

“Tch. Fine! But this is the last time!”

And he’d mutter under his breath the entire time he got out his ingredients “something-something-icy-hot-bastard-something-it’s-all-he-fucking-eats.” Shouto had a knack for pushing all the right buttons to stroke Kacchan’s daddy kink just right.

You laughed silently to yourself as your key ground into the lock, a harmony of “welcome home!” greeted you as you toed off your shoes at the door.

“Dinner’ll be ready soon! Make sure you’re washed up!” Katsuki scolded preemptively, without even bothering to looking up from the scallions beneath his knife.

“Yes, ‘Tsuki-chi..” You teased, he paused his chopping to glare fiery daggers at you, only to resume with a shake of his head and additional muttering under his breath.

Shouto was the first to greet you in person, rising from his seat at the island to meet you at the door. He took your face in both hands, and kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose and finally your lips before saying, “Welcome home, Angel. How was your day?”

You waved away the pink dusting your cheeks, “Long..” you sighed.

“Then you should come sit, make yourself comfortable.” He smiled, offering his elbow to escort you to the couch. He never understood it, but his behavior always made him seem so… regal. He never failed to make you feel like a princess.

You flopped down into the waiting cushions with a sigh, only for Izuku to reach over and paw at your thigh,

“Noo, c’mere..” He whined. You obliged with a playful sigh, throwing your leg over his hips and pulling yourself up to face him. His broad palms rested on your thighs, and he looked up at you with cheeky grin,

“Hi~” He said.

“Hi..” Your hands found their way around to the nape of his neck, fingers toying with the curls there, elbows cradled in his broad shoulders..

He ran his hands over your legs until his crooked fingers crawled beneath the hem of your skirt, and then meandered down and around to cup the sides of your thighs. The motion sent little tingles up your spine, and his proximity to your more intimate areas set them aflutter.

“This new?” he asked, face scrunched up and curious about your dress.

“Yeah, kinda..”

“I like it..” He craned his neck up to give you one of his cappuccino kisses, deep and sweet, but still humming with potential energy; those crooked fingers finding their way under the elastic of your panties to give your ass a firm squeeze.

He broke the kiss when he felt a warm flush radiate from your face, and brought his nose to trace the contours of your jaw until his breath fanned the hollow behind your ear, “I’d very much like to see it off of you..” You felt him grin against your neck, before his teeth sunk into it, pulling a gasp from you before you were able to stop it.

“I’m glad to hear I was not the only one who thought so..” A cool voice spoke up behind you, startling you only slightly.

What had you leaping from your skin was slender, icy fingers, creeping along your jaw above where Izuku had been nibbling. Shouto’s thumbs rested on either of your temples, the tips of his fingers beneath your chin; he tilted your head back to meet him. Izuku reflexively bucked against the friction your leaning provided.

“You look truly radiant, Angel..” Shouto spoke, before leaning down, and pressing a kiss to your lips, slow and tender, like water filling a stream as a glacier melts. When the kiss ended, your lashes fluttered, trying to uncross your eyes.

“Oh.. I’m sorry…” Your heart leapt to your throat.

“I didn’t realize we were starting with dessert…” Katsuki’s voice, already gruff on a normal day, had dropped into a much more commanding baritone. His hand fisted on his hip.

“Katsuki, I-”

“What’s my name?” Shouto’s hands found your shoulders while Katuski began his steady advance into the living room.

Your eyes darted away, hoping to hide the embarrassment coloring your face;

“D-Daddy..”

Izuku twitched beneath you, his hardening length straining uncomfortably against his shorts watching your cute face pink up and your voice grow flustered.

Katuski came to a stop in front of you, nothing but Izuku and the couch he sat on between the two of you. He caught your lip beneath his thumb, a curled finger tucked under your chin guided you to face him.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, Princess.”

“Sorry, Daddy…”

“Are we feeling greedy today, baby girl?”

“N-no! I was just-”

His fingers unfurled, clutching the side of your neck, his thumb dropping to complete the hold at your throat, not yet applying pressure, but threatening to.

“Oh, so we’re lying now?” He purred malignantly.

You hadn’t noticed you had leaned forward until you felt Izuku’s warm tongue lick a path between your breasts, catching your breath in your throat.

“No..” The sound came out more like a squeak than actual speech.

“No?..” Katsuki craned his head back, looking down his nose through lidded eyes as he tapped his finger twice against your throat, a warning.

“No, Daddy.”

“Oh good, because you know what happens to liars in this house?” His grasp tightened slightly, making your mouth water.

Izuku perked up from your cleavage, “C’mon Kacchan, ask her again..” His teeth nipped at the flesh of your breast while Shouto’s fingers skated down your shoulders, catching the straps of your dress, and sliding them down your arms to bare your chest, “Yes, I think she’ll be much more forthcoming..” He agreed before you felt him replace your discarded straps with cool kitten licks against your shoulders.

He loosened his grip, “Alright…” You felt his thumb come up to trace your bottom lip again, “Your boys are vouching for you, Princess, so I’ll ask again…” You squirmed beneath his touch, shifting your hips against Izuku’s, making him toss his head back, sucking air through his teeth while Shouto’s hands and the straps of your dress held you gently in place.

“Are we feeling… greedy?” His face was inches from yours, a cheshire grin playing on his lips.

Your words were lost on your tongue, so you nodded against his palm and closed your eyes, only for them to fly open when you felt your mouth invaded by a thick, calloused thumb, which quickly found your tongue, and pressed it down.

“I think we can oblige that, don’t you boys?” He chided over your yelps and whines. Shouto’s teeth found the crook of your neck, and his fingers your nipples, Izuku gave a lust laden giggle while he chewed his bottom lip and watched the two of them work you as drool puddled in your mouth.

Katsuki echoed with a dark chuckle of his own, releasing your tongue from beneath his thumb, allowing you to suck it wantonly. He pulled it from your lips with a wet pop, and gripped the sides of your face,

“Strip, and get on all fours.” He growled.

Shouto backed up slightly to give you space to scramble out of Izuku’s lap to do as you were told. He pouted at the loss, and beckoned Shouto to take your place. Before he could, however, Katsuki tangled newly freed fingers in green curls, and yanked them back roughly, eliciting a moan from Izuku.

“Don’t think I forgot you started this, Deku.” Only Izuku’s panting breaths could be heard in response, accompanied by his wide, lopsided grin.

“Brat..” Katsuki snarled through gritted teeth., “Get on your back. Head between her knees.” He flicked a finger in your direction before stomping around the couch to greet your form, ready and waiting to be used.

You looked up at Katsuki towering over you, palming his cock through his sweats.

“Are you gonna make me feel good, baby?”

You nod, yet another wave of blood rushing to your cheeks, “Yes, Daddy..”

You startled a little, but spread your knees farther apart when Izuku settled beneath you, now shirtless, his scars and muscled torso on full display.

“Do you want Deku to make you feel good?” You looked down into deep green pools, shimmering with want. Izuku’s hands found your thighs again, and he nipped and licked at the flesh there.

“Uuh-huh!” You gasped, briefly disregarding protocol for the man between your knees monopolizing your senses.

“Do you want Deku to make you cum?”

“Y-yes..” Where was this going?

Katsuki pondered for a moment.

“Okay, Deku can make you cum. In fact..” He crouched before you, meeting your eyes, “I expect it.”

“Mmhm.” He continued, “I want you to cum, as much as you want, all over Deku’s face.” You looked down at Izuku’s face, his eyes were now blown wide, thin emerald rings encircling his pupils, which seemed to focus hazily on your face. Katuski stood.

“You can cum.” He repeated, “He cannot.” As though to emphasize his point, Shouto yanked down Izuku’s shorts, and settled himself between his knees.

“What?!” Izuku snapped, glaring upside down at Katuski.

“Shouto will see that he doesn’t, won’t you, baby?”

“Yes, Tsuki~” You hear from behind you. Beneath you Izuku shudders, eyes fluttering closed as Shouto starts the process of edging him out of his mind.

When you looked up, Katsuki’s cock was lolling out over the waistband of his sweats, veins running the length of it like super highways delivering blood. His hand found your hair and tucked it behind your ear,

“And you are going to see that I do. Won’t you, Princess?”

One palm caressed your hair, gathering it all in a ponytail at the back of your head; the other jerked his cock, crystalline beads of precum forming on the head of it. You nodded, letting your tongue hang out of your mouth, a viscous strand of drool rolling off the tip and onto your chest.

Having witnessed that spectacle, a hungry look darkened Katsuki’s features. He patted his cock against your waiting tongue, the salty precum almost bitter against your tastebuds. He rutted once.. Twice… three times against the flat of your tongue, before using his handle on your hair to sink you all the way down, your nose coming flush against his pelvis.

You gagged on his head, the force of his thrust knocked you back on your heels, only for your cunt to meet Izuku’s waiting tongue. You moaned around his cock as Izuku started lapping at you like he’d been starved for days.

Katsuki pulled himself from your mouth, saliva cascading down your chin as you spluttered and coughed. Before your tongue could find your words, Izuku’s lips found your clit.

“Z-Zuzu!” You gasped, your eyes squeezed shut, and your hands coming down to entangle themselves in his hair. Katsuki’s grip tightened on yours as he yanked your head back up to meet his face.

“Really? Am I gonna have to fuck that name out of your mouth?” His voice rumbled before he impaled your face on him again, and proceeded to fuck the back of your throat again and again.

You knew you’d be hoarse, even so, Izuku licked delicious moans from the pit of your stomach, one hand kneading your thighs, the other probably lost somewhere in Shouto’s hair.

Izuku laved over your sex, working in a methodical circuit between your folds, purling his tongue over your clit, and sinking into your dripping trench before returning to the beginning, repeating this ritual more quickly with each revolution, until he was almost hysterical, at which point his tongue would stammer against your skin, which was likely the point he would have cum if Shouto wasn’t responsible for curtailing such an event.

It was at that point, however, that your thighs trembled and clenched around his face. You ground into his lips and nose while you sucked feverishly at Katsuki’s cock. Izuku continued to work your cunt through your orgasm, swallowing every ounce of it that you gave him.

The feeling morphed into a pleasurable flavor of pain as you approached overstimulation. You bucked away to escape his tongue, only for him to plant both hands on your hips and pulled you hard against him, his vision tunneling on lapping up every drop of you.

You didn’t know you had started crying until the tracks on your cheeks had started to cool. You looked up at Katsuki through glistening lashes, his punishment on your throat also grew more frenzied.

“Gonna… Fill your… Pretty… Mouth… Fuck!” He came with a shout as he dumped hot ribbons of cum down your throat before pulling out of you unceremoniously.

You collapsed forward coughing, gagging, sobbing into your folded elbows as another orgasm ripped through you, from Izuku’s tongue, Katsuki’s rough treatment, the knowledge of Shouto torturing the former at the command of the latter...

“He almost came, that time, Tsuki..” Shouto mewled behind you.

“Oh yeah?” Katsuki hollered, eyes still trained on you as you worked his twitching cock back to life. Once he was satisfied, he walked out of your limited peripheral, still caved in to your release.

“Why don’t you save our girl, and I’ll give this cumslut what he really wants..”

As though on cue, lean, pale legs entered your view and knelt in front of you. You felt cold, refreshing hands smooth over your back and rump, and a mild voice floated into your ear,

“Can you sit up for me, darling?”

You nodded dazedly, but failed to move.

“Hey!” Katsuki barked. Next thing you knew, Izuku vanished from between your legs, granting you a reprieve from his entrenchment in your pussy, allowing your muscles to loosen, and your body to relax.

Shouto turned you over, and pulled your limp body into his lap, arms folded behind his neck, his arms wound around your waist in full view of your other two partners, Katsuki knelt between Izuku’s knees.

“Selfish brat!” His hand was at the nape of Izuku’s neck, pulling him firmly off the floor to look him in the eye. Izuku failed to focus on him, though, his disoriented gaze cast to the ether.

“Tch. Filthy slut.” Katsuki cursed, “You that cum-drunk? Just from a little face-sitting?” He pulled Izuku closer, and licked a trail across his lips, sampling the slick that coated them before releasing him back into a crumpled heap on the floor.

Izuku giggled unintelligibly, eyes drifting to the ceiling. Katsuki smirked, dick twitching at seeing his boyfriend, all mighty number one in such a state.

One of Shouto’s hands ghosted over your ribcage, softly palming your breast, the glacial touch perking your nipples and raising goosebumps over your chest and arms. His other slid down, avoiding your over-worked clit, instead teasing warm fingers at your slit. The difference in temperature quickly had you dripping again; your head fell back to rest against his shoulder, his lips at the shell of your ear while you both watched, transfixed on the power play between the two men.

“M’gonna fuckin’ obliterate you, Deku..” Katsuki spat through gritted teeth, rubbing the head of his cock up and down Izuku’s entrance, before sheathing himself in a firm, deep stroke. Both men cried out, Katsuki breaking into a sweat at the stimulation on his still sensitive cock.

“Dammn, Sho~ No wonder he almost came, so fucking gooned out...” Katsuki laughed, flush already rising to his cheeks as he gave a few tentative thrusts into Izuku, who panted uselessly beneath him.

“What can I say?” Shouto’s breath tickled your ear, “I’m good with my hands..” As though to emphasize his point, Shouto slid two slender fingers into your dribbling cunt, and curled them against your g-spot, coaxing a broken groan from your rubbed-raw throat.

“You moan so sweetly for me, baby…” His whisper raised the hair on the back of your neck, and you gasped, your hips moving on their own as they rocked against Shouto’s fingers, your pussy aching around them while you watched Katsuki pin Izuku’s hips to the floor, his cock fucking in and out of him.

“Missing something, love?” He smiled against your ear, his cock flexing against your back.

“Uh.. uh-huh…” You moaned.

He chuckled, and you were surprised when he moved his hand from your cunt to hook behind your knee, his other arm wrapped around your waist as he lifted you effortlessly over his cock, teasing you open.

“What do we say?”

“P-please, Sho..”

“Well, since you asked so nicely…” He dropped you down onto his throbbing cock, punching another hoarse moan from your lungs, but remained still.

“Sho..” You whined.

“Promise me something first, Angel..”

“Okay, what? Tell me.” You snapped, grinding your hips desperately to try to get any kind of relief.

His voice was in your ear; “Tell me when you’re about to cum.”

You nodding hastily, not realizing what you’d be agreeing to.

“Good choice…” He held your leg wide with one hand, fretting with your nipple with the other, and started thrusting into you from behind, your pussy choked down on his cock as he toyed with your body, his touch leaping through your nervous system like lightning.

Then the air was filled with the delicious sounds of you and Izuku being fucked. You struggled between closing your eyes to cope with the sensation of Shouto’s hands; each threatened to brand you or freeze you; and fixating on the increasing ferocity of Izuku and Katsuki’s entanglement.

You blinked, and Katsuki had one leg over his shoulder. You blinked again and he had both. Again, and Izuku’s hands were clasped around Katsuki’s neck, toes curling, fat, rolling tears cascading over freckled cheeks as he moaned wordlessly into the space between them, occasionally swallowed up by Katsuki’s lips.

Your cunt grew tight, your breathing ragged as you had fallen into a rhythm, fucking yourself on Shouto’s cock, succumbing to the heat almost scalding your thigh, the chill perforating the skin of your breast, you felt another orgasm rapidly approaching.

You chewed your lip, “Sho- Shouto..”

“Hah~ Yes Angel?”

“Mm- M’gonna- Ah~”

In an instant, Shouto slowed, dropping his arctic touch from your breast to your clit. He did not continue his ministrations, merely held his icy palm over your mound, halting your orgasm in its tracks.

“Shouto!~” You whimpered, one hand coming down to push futilely at his forearm.

“I’m sorry, Angel.. But I think that pleasure has been reserved.” He directed your attention back to Izuku and Katsuki.

“Kacchan!~ Kacchan!~” Katsuki’s familiar nickname fell from Izuku’s lips like a chant, Katsuki’s eyes flashed before throwing one final thrust, and cumming with a grunt, and a sadistic laugh as he stopped moving as well.

Izuku’s head fell back with a sob. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say..

“He hasn’t cum once since we started…” Shouto purred.

And you salivated.

Katsuki unsheathed himself, and stood, stumbling just a little, but strutting over effortlessly once he found his balance.

“I think he’s had enough, don’t you, Sho?”

“Yes, I think they’ve both learned a valuable lesson..” His teeth grazed your ear, showering a fresh wave of goosebumps over you.

“Then I say let them fix each other’s problems.” He waved his hand dismissively.

“And what about me, Tsuki?” Shouto pouted, tightening his arm over your waist, dick flexing inside you making you squirm, still sore from your ruined release; “I haven’t done anything wrong…”

“That so? I seem to remember things differently.”

“Wha-”

Katsuki’s fingers found your chin, and gently brought your face up to meet his, “I think Deku could use little help, Princess.. Think you could fix him for me?”

You nodded hesitantly, Shouto dropping your leg so you could crawl out of his lap and over to Izuku.

“No no..” Katsuki droned, “Stay where you are. I have plans for you, Icy Hot brat..”

You crawled on hands and knees to Izuku’s side, combing your nail through his hair, over his face, catching the few glittering tears that remained over his freckled cheeks with your thumb, before continuing down the column of his neck, flattening your palm against his chest before your tongue spilled from your lips and plunged into his mouth.

Your kiss seemed to bring him back to life, as he inhaled deeply, desperately through his nose, his hands curling themselves in your hair. He chewed your lips, sucked your tongue, maintained as much contact between your mouth and his until you had to pull away, a glistering strand of saliva connecting the two of you.

He was on you in an instant, reversing your positions so you hit the ground flat on your back, his lips on lips, your cheek, your chin, his velvet tongue painting long trails up the column of your neck and down your chest.

You craned your neck to see behind you. Though your perspective had them suspended from the ceiling, you saw Shouto, legs spread, eyes screwed shut as he fucked a rather bored looking Katsuki’s fist. You refocused on the verdette before you, endeavouring to devour you whole, planting your hands on either side of his face to pull him into another impassioned kiss.

Izuku boxed you in, densely muscled biceps on either side, scars laid out over his body like a road map over his heaving chest. He shoved his knee between your legs, and you ground your desperate cunt against his thigh thoughtlessly.

“Such a pretty girl.. So fucking pretty… and she’s all mine…” He babbled over you. He might have tried to tease you more, hold you down, make you beg, but by this point it would have been in vain, the way he was rutting his drooling, inflamed cock against your hip.

He was thick, and stretched you in all the right ways. You felt a wanton twinge in the pit of your stomach.

“Need you so fucking bad, Zuzu…Please..”

He roared into the crook of your neck, closed his teeth around it, surely leaving perforated bruises as a memento. He adjusted his aim, and crashed into you with abandon, chewing the inside of his cheek as your cunt took him so readily.

Your hands circled his neck, finding that familiar crook in his shoulders, your nails cutting stripes into his back, adding your own color to his canvas of scars.

“So good… so fucking good… Sweet Jesus, Izuku!~”

The praise fell on his ears and dropped straight to his cock. He pushed himself off the floor, and fucked you with slow, deep thrusts, watching your tits bound and jiggle with each collision. Your eyes rolled back, catching a short glimpse of a sweat sheened Shouto, tongue tasting his bottom lip, hips thrusting fruitlessly into air as Katsuki held his hand far away from his partner, that same sinister grin perking the corners of his mouth.

Your eyes fluttered closed to the sound of Shouto begging, “Tsuki, please!” before you wound your legs around Izuku’s hips.

“Gonna make me cum like that..” You whimpered into his ear.

He sat up, hands plastering themselves to your hips with brutal force as he pulled you onto him as hard as he pounded into you. The coil in your gut wound tight, the energy in your body reaching a fever pitch.

“God, fuck me like that!~” Your lips found their last mantra, which you cried out until you unravelled into white hot oblivion.

When you opened your eyes, you felt Izuku’s labored breathing against your neck after he caved in on top of you. You carded your fingers through his hair, and fussed idly with the curls as you tried to catch your own breath.

“Here, nerds..” You looked up to see Katsuki extending a water bottle to you while he finished chugging his own with his other hand.

You took it gratefully, nearly choking as you gulped it down while lying prostrate across the floor. Izuku protested your movement, clutching you closer to him while he nuzzled your neck sleepily.

“When you’re ready.. Well…” He glanced over at the man curled against you, “When he’s ready… Food’s done.”

“Oh shit!” You cursed, keeping your tone hushed so as not to startle Izuku, “Katsuki, I’m so sorry…”

He shrugged, “It’s cold soba.. What’s it gonna do, get colder?”

You chuckled, and asked “Where’s Sho?” before straining to look towards the couch to see a particularly contented Todoroki, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, cold soba in his lap.

You relaxed your neck, and let your own contentment wash over you as you buried your nose into veridian curls, and lost yourself in the scent of citrus and soap.

How’d you ever get so lucky?

[mochikeiji]

Gojo Satoru

↠ Pairing: Gojou Satoru x F!Reader

↠ Warning: bby gojo having heavy thoughts and sadness after everything. (pls hug) angst to fluff.

↠ a/n: ironically, his name is the title for this xD also thank you so much for the love from my recent works o(^▽^)o♡ have my love too!

↬ Word Count: 1.9k

Everyone has their beginnings. While some were blessed to start out life with good fortune and the right path, there were some who struggled through their way in living. For Gojo? He didn't really care. Not when he was already being worshipped for being born in this world, not when as a child he had barely lifted a finger before his life was already planned out for him. It was as if he was simply taking the red carpet to luxury. He already has everything. Truly, he claimed, he was indeed the honored one.

He wasn't one to be wary of his own feelings. What was there to be thought about if he doesn't know what are these stuff running through his head? Not that he should give a single mind to it. 

But as he sat down at the tub of his bathroom— tweezers between his fingers, one at a time he plucks out the small shards of glass that had dug themselves onto his skin from the previous mission he was sent on solo, he started to wonder why he was staring blankly at the crimson liquid trailing down his damaged skin. Why did he felt so empty?

Maybe if Shoko were around to patch him up, he would've have had someone to pester for the day. Maybe he wouldn't have gone home to the lonesome apartment he owns, hissing at the pain from each shard taken out of his body.

Pain

That was strange. He never experienced that. Not even when he's in battle with the strongest forms of curses. No matter how many gashes of wounds he's collected, they always heal themselves quickly. It was unfamiliar that it began to frustrate him. He doesn't like it. Not one bit. It hurts. It hurts so much, yet why was there still something making his heart clench?

Loneliness. Abandonment. Broken.

Gojo was a fool for losing the only person that has come close to understanding him. If only he understood what Geto was going through; if he knew what the hell were all those troubles and emotions were maybe he would've still had his only best friend here with him. But no. It slowly came crashing down on Gojo's eyes that though he was the honored one,

He was the lost one.

A broken soul being held by strings as he was only guided to follow along the path that was planned out for him, but never what he planned for himself.

Why was he remembering all of these now? It had been years after the downfall. He should've moved on from it, be the usual cherry top, annoying idiot he was to his students and colleagues. God, he hates this. Falling, falling, falling.

Only the weak fall

Was a statement drilled into his system right from the start. The never ending worship that has earned him the title of being the "strongest" was what he kept pursuing. Believing.

Was the Gojo Satoru at his weakest point?

"Fuck." the unusually large shard of glass falls on the tiled floor, removed from the left side of his chest. Near to the scar that trails from the base of his throat and down to his navel; the reminder of why he shouldn't be left vulnerable at any cost. The hideous flaw that will forever be marked on his body, the one he desperately hides behind those prideful remarks and grinning faces. It saddens him, it hurts him, it angers him. It makes himself lose his own sanity.

The stinging started to kick in on his chest, no longer can he tell if it was from the wound or the clenching of his heart. He was strong, he was suppose and always will be strong. "Why?" the tub cracks from his grip. His free hand coming up to his eyes, eyes that people loved enough to fall in a trance— enemies crumbling and begging for mercy upon them.

Gojo felt ashamed.

Shameful. He grits his teeth hard when the small trickle of the uncharacteristic tear falls from the heavenly eye. It falls down to the porcelain surface, mixing with the trail of blood that was slowly draining down, "Why?" he finally looks down at the fatal wound, attempting to stop the bleeding with his bare hands pushing his chest. The blood smearing all over his upper body, shading the past scar that it made it look like it was there again.

"Why?"

Gojo speaks a little louder, sweating profusely as the dam inside him broke. Like an endless waterfall it was the tears fall. It made him sick. This was all not him. This wasn't the known shaman in the jujutsu world. This wasn't the boy raised from the family of the strongest. This wasn't the strongest.

"Stop."

This wasn't any of him.

"Make it stop."

Then who was he?

"Please, make it stop."

"Satoru?"

Entire body freezing. It was the first time he felt fear rushing through his veins; the fear of being seen like this. It wasn't because he didn't trust you. Good gracious, you were the last and only person Gojo ever holds onto after the years being glued together by faith and his attempts of flirting. No, he didn't want you to see this unknown person that was sitting in the bathroom of your shared apartment. Right, he forgot he was living with you.

Huh, he forgot. You were there.

There knelt down to his level, wide eyes meeting the now visible broken ones that was glossy with tears. With careful movements you raised an arm to eye level, pleading silently for permission to touch him. And for the time, Gojo was actually wary. He's faced a lot in the years spent as a sorcerer, as the strongest. Never the weakest. So when your lips curled into the same smile you'd give him during your moments of vulnerability. The cute, little curve you give when you couldn't help but just admire him or when you're about to utter out his 3 favorite words, he finds himself leaning forward to rest his cheek against the warmth of your palm. He allows the pestering tears to fall omly to be caught with your thumbs, shooing them away from his features.

"Let's get you cleaned up."

When your hand pulls away for a short moment, Gojo silently whines at the lost of contact. The tightness in his chest coming back. The feeling of abandonment crosses his head for a second before you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, holding up the tweezers he had dropped a while ago, "I'm here now."

I'm here now

That was his line. His line for when there was someone in need of help. The line that shimmers hope on the darkest moments of anyone's life. The line of the strongest. The ones who were only truly honored of saying.

Hope. It had a different form today. One that was right in front of him, plucking out every leftover shard on his body with gentleness he never got to witness as a child. The soft cooes and from time to time kisses on his scalp made his senses more focused on there rather than the stinging sensations running through his skin. Exactly how people react when there is hope.

And where there is hope,

"I love you, Satoru."

There is love.

Warm water from the shower cap started pouring down to his tensed muscles, washing out the combined dirt and blood away from him, cleansing his own form of curses that has shaken up his being. When did you finish patching him up? And why wasn't it as painful as it was when he did it?

He watches you move the small container that reeked of the scent of his blood and that inflicted his injuries far from his sight. Immediately, Gojo felt empty once more and was about to call you when you came back holding fresh towels on your hands. "Do you want me to join you?" he couldn't say yes faster than ever, almost as if he was relieved when you offered.

When you had finally stripped yourself off of your clothes and settled in between his long legs, there was nothing but the sound of the shower on echoing in the room with the two of you just staring back to one another.

Too good to be true, you were.

Gojo wanted to speak. Wanted to tell you how thankful he is that you were here to pull him away. To save his life, but all he could do was stare back into the void that of before. He sees the way your hands map around his torso in attempt to rinse him completely. Coming in contact with the old and new scar, softly tracing them as you felt his eyes wonder to yours. There was no sign of disappointment nor a hint of harm or disgust. Only something he never understood that it made him sob unexpectedly, startling you that left you pulling him into your embrace which he latches his face onto your neck and arms surrounding your body whole.

He cries.

All the frustration of not knowing whatever was happening, the mistakes he wishes to correct and the past he hoped to save along with the title he swore to maintain. It all falls on the smaller body he treasures in his arms at this very moment. He clutches, he palms, he roams. Whatever he can do just so he can fully grasp the idea that someone was there. You were there, and he wasn't alone anymore.

"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough."

It would shock the world and break the hearts of many to hear these very words uttered from the mouth of the honored one. And Gojo wishes that everyone could hear it. That it would somehow reach the skies to wherever his best friend was too. To you, the person he loved the most. He was sorry that he wasn't the Gojo Satoru in your eyes.

"No, Toru. No." you push him back gently only to pull him in for a soft kiss, "I don't need you to always be the strongest. Let alone apologize for being vulnerable." he listens as he nuzzles against the palms meeting his face. The ones that held him together when he was falling apart.

His lips wobbled a bit when you land kisses on his scars, "These may not have been the good ones in your life, but these do not make you for who you are, Satoru." he hums in content when you rub down to his chest soothingly, the feeling that you has him yearning for more. Needing for more, "It's okay to be lost, and it's okay to be weak. But it'll never define you."

"I need you to be just you."

You pull him down, letting him cry all his heart out to your naked chest. He let's you have your way to him. The emotions, words, and treatment. All so unfamiliar. And he finds himself wanting. Needing more.

All his life he thought he had it all.

But never in his life has he lived it.

"What am I, (Y/n)?"

Cooing softly as the small of his voice. Like the child who never got to experience what love was. The child raised to already has to burden such responsibilities and stand. Gojo can feel himself breathe in relief as he whispers an "i love you" with a small kiss on your skin when you uttered out the words that has set his locked up self free. Free from the strings that's been taking over. The cage he was kept from all of his living.

The curse of his gift

And being honored of what he truly deserves.

"You're Gojo Satoru."

Just Gojo Satoru.

© all content belongs to mochikeiji. Please do not repost or copy, ありがとうございました!! (=^･^=)

[mistyfoxxy]

Fic : Hunter walks in to Willow’s morning exercise routine ( Can be implied that’s when they conceived the baby )

Ok! Don't read if you are a child lol. I'll rate this PG13 lmao. Its not smut (I DO NOT WRITE THAT STUFF BTW) or anything but still. Next part here! <- "Morning Sickness"

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*BEEP BEEP BE-

Willow smacked her hand down on the 'alarm clock' Luz had given her as one of their wedding gifts. It was quite strange, she still hadn't gotten quite used to its unusual scream but it definitely woke her up. It was very early in the morning, but she wasn't fazed by that. She was an early bird after all. She slept soundly enough each night, so extra seep wasn't needed.

She turned towards the one whose arms were wrapped around her and blushed. Her husband was awake, eyelids heavy but that didn't effect the look he was giving her. At least not in a bad way. It was one of those looks, her heartbeat quickened.

"Hunnnter." She threatened softly, no no no, she was on a routine. She needed to go and workout. Actual workout, like, pullups and lifting weights.

His eyes crinkled at the sides as he grinned. He let out a short laugh as he pulled her closer, nuzzling her aggressively, tickling her senseless. "Ahh hahahaha! Stop it! Hunter!" She kicked and flailed in attempts to break away, but even with as strong as she was, he was stronger, and more physically techniqued.

He laughed and pulled away, before leaning down and placing kisses all over her face. "Hunterrr." She whined, though she definitely didn't mind. Well aside of the fact that she had things to do!

She attempted to push his away, which he saw as a challenge. Boys.

Hunter grabbed her hands, pulling them back and holding them above her head before straddling her waist. In his eyes, she was pinned down. In hers... he was shirtless, of course. The rising sun shone threw the curtains, illuminating his features. From his perfectly chiseled abs and rough scars, to his drop dead gorgeous face. Light stubble graced his chin and golden brown eyes shined in mirth. A smirk rested on his chin. This man really thought he'd won the fight huh?

She smirked, he dropped his.

"Fu- eep!"

Willow turned the tide, using her weight to throw him off as she pushed him over. Now she was holding his hands above his head, thighs latched firmly around his waist, holding him down.

He gulped. Face flushed and red as can be.

Willow leaned down, teasing him as she leveled her lips over his, but not touching them. He let out a whine. "Why don't you cook us some breakfast while i go workout for a bit? Then we can... enjoy the rest of our day off." She pecked his lips then pulled away. "You know i like to stay in a routine, babe."

She got up from the bed, jerking out of Hunter's reach quickly, knowing he wouldn't just let her go if he got her down again. He propped his arms beside his head and smirked. "Ok my love, what would you like for breakfast?"

"Hmmm" She thought about it for a second as she brushed her teeth, still in the line of view of Hunter's gaze. "Oh!" She spit. "How about some cinimon roles?" she squinted in thought before shrugging her shoulders, "I forgot how to say it, but what Camila made for us? You made it on our honeymoon."

"Oh? That does sound good. But babe, that was months ago, I don't remember where i put the recipe."

"Shoot Camila a text, it's not too early, she'd usually up by now anyways. Being a beast keeper."

"Don't you mean a 'vet'?" Hunter asked teasingly as he walked up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled into her neck a bit. But not enough to tickle her. She stared at the reflection of her and her husband in the mirror. They looked good. She counted herself as a pretty attractive woman, buff and chubby, anddd curves in all the right places. And her husband? He was drop dead gorgeous. She loved everything about him, physical features and his heart. Well galderstone, but that didn't matter to her. The two of them together, well he was still shirtless but they looked picture perfect. And if they had a family...? She thought absently. She wondered if they'd ever be able to. Considering they didn't know much about grimwalkers reproductive system. Sure, they hadn't been married but about ten months so it was soon for kids anyways. But if she did get pregnant, she would most definitely not complain.

She caught his gaze in the mirror, staring back at her with all the love in the world. Oh titan. She leaned back into his embrace, sighing contently. "I love you"

He smiled. "I love you too."

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'Alright babe, breakfast is ready!" Hunter chirped excitedly as he walked to her workout area. Plate of homemade cinnamon rolls in hand. He'd admit, he had to tweak quite a few of the ingredients. Considering he didn't have time to make a stop in the human realm. They had a private estate. Woodland all around, Willow set up a workout space for her about thirty feet deep into the woods. Hunter had set up a shed right next to it, with the help of Gus' boyfriend. It was a decent sized shop too. It had a nice patio and porch roof that helped block Willow's stuff from the boiling rain.

With the help of Luz he had arranged to get her quite a few workout things from the human realm. He didn't know shit about how half of them work since he worked out without anything, having been used to training with his surroundings growing up. But damn. Did she look good on some of them.

Right now, she lay down on a bench of some sorts. Lifting a large pole up and down, weights on the end of each well...end. Her face twisted as she strained to bring it back up from her chest.

Droplets of sweat glistened down her forehead to the side of her head. Cheeks red, breathing heavily, but evenly.

She finally looked up at him after settling the bar into its placeholders, a grin took her face. "Smells good babe"

"Oh thanks, I haven't had one yet. So we'll see how they taste."

"Ok!" She replied sweetly. She grabbed a towel from a shelf built into the wall and wiped her forehead.

"Well?" Hunter asked when she sat down next to him and took a bite out of one.

Her eyes lit up and she let out a moan. "Hunter this tastes sooo good! You have to make this more often!" She chirped excitedly.

He watched her face for anything to doubt if she actually liked it that much, but was content when she reached the plate for another. He then took a bite into one himself. His taste buds responded gratefully. He may or may not have let out a moan himself, damn he was a good cook! "Hmmm this is good!"

He whipped his head at the sound of choking. "Willow? Are you ok?" Hunter panicked.

Her face showered a deep red hue as she looked away from him. She took a sip out of her water bottle, washing the incriminating choking hazards down. "Uh- yeah yeah! I'm fine! Whew is it hot out here or is it just me?" She asked sheepishly.

Oh. Oh?

He let out a chuckle, setting down his cinnamon roll and scooching the plate a little bit away. He put a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him. Being gentle at it of course. She looked up at him, lips parting slightly, the redness in her cheeks fading to more of a pink hue. She slyly brought her own hand up to his shoulder, a shy smile on her face as he leaned down and kissed her.

Two weeks later they had a visit from one of the healing witches who was an old friend of theirs, specifically known as Viney, and well, you know how that story goes.