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the12thnightproject · 11 months ago

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Chapter 30: Cinnamon and Sandalwood. Katsu misses one connection, but makes another.

Mitsuhide x OC; Hideyoshi x MC (Mai)

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Logline - With Mai, Hideyoshi, and Aki missing, Mitsuhide and Katsuko reluctantly team up. Disguised as a merchant and his concubine, can they outsmart the man known as the God of Deceit?

Within another day, we'd arrived back in Sakai, although only Mitsuhide and I disembarked (Kyubei had taken a faster route by hitching a ride with the Oda atakebune). The others planned to sail further north to Osaka, then travel to Azuchi over land. While Mitsuhide received last minute instructions from Nobunaga… and last minute goodbye hugs from Mai, I made myself useful by checking that our supplies were ready to be transferred off the ship.

Though Mitsuhide hadn't specifically stated what we were returning for, I expected we still had to deal with de Sousa, and for that matter, it wasn't completely out of the question that ‘Shojumaru’ would reappear and brazen it out. After all, he was fairly well established and...

Toshiie?

After seven years, it's possible that my brother would have been changed out of recognition. And maybe my mind was playing tricks on me, for the man I had spotted rounding a corner from the dock had only been in my field of vision for a moment. But many times, a moment is enough.

His hair was much longer.

His walk was the same.

Abandoning our luggage as well as all sense of self preservation, I zoomed down the gangplank and sprinted after the man – my brother - pushing past sailors and merchants in my haste. Toshiie hadn't seen me, and when I rounded the corner into the main street, it took me a moment to find him again. He was striding toward the main market area with a sense of purpose.

Even though it was a futile act, I yelled after him. "Toshiie!"

The man didn’t turn around. But he probably hadn’t heard me yell over the throng of people out on this bright afternoon.

Luckily I had always been faster than he was, and I increased my pace, bobbing and weaving around the slowly meandering shoppers, until I reached the intersection of the outdoor market and the shopping district, and skidded to a halt, turning several times to reorient myself.

He was gone.

I stood there for a moment trying to guess his most likely direction. Had he gone into the spice merchant’s shop? The ceramics warehouse? Maybe he was visiting the Chinese herbalist or, had he not gone into a building at all? Had he continued on to a residential area?

"Is it beyond your ability to stay in one place for any amount of time longer than a heartbeat?" Mitsuhide’s arm locked around my shoulders as he all but propelled me out of the market.

"But I thought I saw- " Oh what was the point? Toshiie, if that had been he, was long gone, and I, as Katsu, was out and about in daylight. Not in my Kaya disguise, which, from the speed Mitsuhide was pulling me into the shadows, was apparently still in play.

“Who or what did you see, Brat?" Left unsaid again was an implied that was so important you took off without telling me. “Did Motonari make his way back already?”

My brother.

I didn’t say it loud enough for Mitsuhide to hear. Again. What did it matter now? The further away we got from the market, the less certain I was that I had even seen him. “No. I thought I saw someone from years ago. But now... I don’t know.”

“The man who tried to kill you? Iekane?” If possible, Mitsuhide’s glower became fiercer. “Or… Akihira?”

I shook my head. “No. Someone who’s been missing for a lot longer… so… Probably just in my imagination.”

Mitsuhide glanced over his shoulder toward the market, where the late day crowds were dispersing while merchants packed up their stalls. Impossible to tell what he'd thought of my claim. "Come along, we've much to do."

He didn’t further enlighten me, and stuck by a sudden exhaustion, I could only follow along mutely. In awkward silence, we returned to the building that had been our so called ‘love nest’ for the better part of the last few weeks. It was almost a comfort to be somewhere familiar. Home at last.

Unsure of where to go, in fact without any energy to even climb up to the second floor, I sat on the staircase and waited idly as Mitsuhide and Kyubei, who had easily beaten us home, huddled over a stack of reports that had arrived while we were gone. Only little bits of conversation drifted over to me, not enough to make sense. But whatever Mitsuhide’s spies had discovered was enough to make both men frown in concern.

After receiving low-voice instructions, Kyubei nodded and pulled his long hair up into a tight knot on his head. He was as much a master of disguise as Mitsuhide. They both could fully inhabit a new character with just a few alterations to hair and clotting. Dressed as he was in a somber blue, and carrying a prayer staff, Kyubei could be mistaken as a wandering monk – which, I imagine was in fact the point. He bowed to us both, piously, and slipped out the door.

Once Kyubei had set off, Mitsuhide and I were alone again. He glanced at the stairs, where I had been parked since we'd arrived. One eyebrow went up. "Dear me, I hadn’t expected you to interpret 'don't move,’ so literally. You’ve never been this obedient in the past, and I’m defining ‘the past’ as earlier today."

He loomed over me, staring. Which only made sense, given I was blocking his way to the second floor.

"May I have Aki’s letter now?" It was only one of a lot of things I would like to ask him, but it was also the one I had the most chance of getting.

"Noticed it’s no longer in the box, did you?" He didn’t move from his spot. Still looming. For such a lithe, elegant man, he practiced the art of looming quite well.

"I know you took it with you when you went to Azuchi.” I’m sure he was aware I had searched his room while he was gone. “After that… it was less noticing and more of a logical assumption." I shrugged. "I would have moved it."

"If we're going to be making demands…” He was back to the royal we again. "Would it not make more sense to have this conversation in the living area? You can't be comfortable like that."

The stair was digging into my back, true. But going upstairs, the location of so many of our experiences over the past few months, seemed like the fastest way to throw us back into a pattern of disagreements and negotiation.

Then again, at least he would not be looming.

I got up and turned toward the second floor.

"You're not heading for your doom." His voice was almost in my ear. "You may cease walking like a prisoner on their way to her execution any time now."

That wasn’t worthy of a response. Anything I said could and would be used against me.

Once we were settled in Mitsuhide’s more personal office space, this time with a cup of tea that he'd pretty much pressed into my hands, Mitsuhide shifted into a leisurely stance, one that suggested he was completely confident of the outcome of future negotiations, and said, "Akihira’s letter. Dear me, whatever did I do with it? My memory is so faulty these days. Perhaps it exists with the memory of you promising to do what I ordered."

Ah. I knew we’d be getting to this sooner or later. I’d figured he’d confront me again while we were onboard the Oda ship, but he’d been too busy. Or maybe, he had, like a parental figure, left me to think about what I had done.

Cupping both hands around my tea, I borrowed its warmth, hoping that it would give me courage to endure the discussion – a discussion that loomed just as much as Mitsuhide had done on the stairs. "If you'd bothered to ask me what happened instead of assuming I willfully disobeyed you, you would discover your memory is not faulty at all. I meant to stay in the tree. I would have stayed in the tree, but Mai chose that night to overpower her guard, and the commander got suspicious. He sent another guard to check on her, and I was afraid that one would raise the alarm."

"Mai overpowered her guard?" He sounded skeptical, though I don’t know why. Mai was sweet, sure, but she was more than willing to deal with danger if necessary.

"She hit him with a bucket then garrotted him with the chain. Well not permanently. I expect he'll have a sore throat for a while, but he should have survived." I took him through the thoughts that had led me to the conclusion that I needed to help her out.

For a long time, Mitsuhide was quiet. "You were wrong, as evidenced by the fact that Hideyoshi and I did have to fight our way to that building, so the very thing you intended to prevent occurred anyway.” He swirled the tea around in his cup. "That said, I acquit you of disobeying my order on a whim. Though your conclusion was wrong, I agree that you had few options to choose from." He shook his head. "I'm not sure what to do with you."

Why did he have to do anything? Our charade ought to be ending soon. When, or if, Motonari returned to Sakai, he already knew who we were. In fact he could have communicated this information to the other merchants of Sakai already. What was the point of continuing this way?

I hated to admit it, but the only clue I had to Aki's location was the fact the Iekane had been involved in the theft of the weapons. Even that was tenuous, which was why…"Aki's letter? Please?” If I could finish reading it, I might have a better idea of where he could have gone. Francisco had said the letter was written years ago, but that didn’t negate the possibility that it would have a clue to his current location. Though if it was not a where but a when, I could probably dissolve this partnership. No matter what Mitsuhide promised me, I couldn’t expect him to follow me through space and time.

"It's under my futon mattress." He smirked at me. "Had you ever opened up renegotiations, I expect you would have discovered it naturally, as it does tend to crackle when I lie down on it."

Ignoring the tease (although it was kind of a relief that he was indeed teasing me again), I got to my feet. "Under your mattress? That's the most-"

"Obvious location.'' A sip of tea, very likely for dramatic effect. "And yet you failed to look there."

Well. I had looked there the first time I searched. I just hadn't looked there again after finding the puzzle box, figuring that he had another such box somewhere. "May I go get?"

"Again, I find myself incredulous that you're finally located your manners. I was under the impression that you would simply take it." The cool tones, so arrogant in his thought that he'd figured me out.

"Well I would if you weren’t home, but it did feel a little rude, I suppose, when you were sitting right here." I shrugged. "And I really don't want to wait until you go out... unless... you'd like to leave right now and let me think I am getting away with something?" Two can play this ‘I've figured you out’ game, Sir.

He stared. Then his lips quivered before giving way to a full on belly laugh. "Go. Go." Between spasms of laughter he waved his hand toward his room.

I went. His laughter followed me down the corridors.

The room smelled thickly of cinnamon and sandalwood, and more scent arose as I lifted up the mattress to find my father's letter. It was as neatly folded as the last time I had seen it, though I was sure he had again tried to decode it, especially once I had given him some of the key. I was confident though, he hadn't solved it all yet. There hadn't been a chance to do so before we’d been captured by Motonari, and if he'd indeed learned of the time travel, I couldn't imagine that he wouldn't have asked me about it. Still…

I unfolded it to confirm that it was the correct letter, and with all the pages intact. Then, I spent a moment smoothing out the sheets on the futon. It again seemed only polite, and I figured Mitsuhide to be someone who preferred a neat bed at night.

Cinnamon and sandalwood. The smell had become comforting. Familiar. Before standing up again, I leaned over, and took a long whiff.

When I turned, Mitsuhide was leaning in the doorframe. The smirk had returned to his face.

Kill me now.

Eyebrow up.

I braced myself.

"I'm beginning to suspect you are indeed interested in renegotiation.” And the smug was back in his voice. Smirk. Eyebrow. Smug. The hat trick of things I hate about Mitsuhide. "Perhaps as a way to say goodbye to our sweet love nest before we go back to Azuchi tomorrow."

"Don't flatter yours-- tomorrow?" But- “What about Aki?” I knew he was planning to return to Azuchi, but I thought we’d have a couple more days here. More time to get a lead on Iekane. More time… with Mitushide.

"I haven't reneged on our original contract." He didn’t move from his post at the door.

When Toshiie had at last moved out of our mother’s apartment, his roommate had two cats that did not get along. One would menace the other in the hall en route to the litter box. The cat didn’t actually attack the other cat… it just watched. And watched. It so unnerved the other cat that she peed in Toshiie's bed.

Not that I would ever pee in Mitsuhide's bed.

Just sayin.

"We appear to have exhausted our resources here in Sakai. In Azuchi, I have more tools at hand. As well you would have the booksellers as a hub of information." He smiled at me as if to say, ‘look, I’m sharing the plan this time.’

He wasn’t completely wrong. I had been thinking that Sakai was about played out. But I didn’t see myself making any progress in Azuchi either. "What are we doing here then?"

"Packing." He took a step into the room, "Or, if you're interested – renegotiating."

"Are you asking?" He'd originally been the one, long ago, to claim that I would someday beg him. I wondered if he remembered that.

"No." He gave a light tug on my hair. Almost the way a teasing boy would do to a girl in school. "I am suggesting an activity that I believe we would both enjoy. You were the one who was treating my bed sheet like it was a flower." He tapped my nose once, twice, before resting one finger on my lip.

I stepped back. I had a letter to read. "I have a letter to read."

He made a grand gesture toward the hallway. "I'm not stopping you."

No. He wasn’t. He was just teasing me.

I have a letter to read.

I scooted past him, making sure to walk at a normal pace. I didn’t look back, because if I did, I'm sure I would find him smirking at me. It wasn’t until I slid my own door closed that I allowed myself a deep breath.

My heart was beating so loudly I wouldn’t be surprised if he could hear it too.

I am suggesting an activity that it believe we would both enjoy.

He’s right. We would both enjoy ourselves. I wasn’t opposed to the idea. I was opposed to giving my heart to someone who clearly loved someone else.

He... already has my heart.

Mai's words came back to me. “He only teases when he really means it." Maybe? Maybe I meant something to him, after all?

But to turn around and walk back down that hall. To knock on his door. Could I take all those steps?

You’re leaving anyway. Wouldn’t it be nice to have the memory of the enjoyable activity?

Or… would that just make it worse?

Well. Maybe I would just open my own door.

I could make additional decisions once after that point.

I opened my door.

Mitsuhide, his pose as casual as ever, leaned against the wall directly across from me.

I hate him.

"I'm just getting a drink of water.''

"Were you?"

If he says one snarky thing, I'm slamming the door in his face.

Doors don’t slam here, but… details. I will forcefully slide the door shut in his face.

He had no words. There was no teasing, no snark, not even that knowing smile.

All he did was reach out his hand.

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himejoshikomaeda · 6 months ago

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i'm kind of curious what you like about lostword. never really tried it myself n all.

— io

1. really easy to get your favorite characters

2. really easy to make your favorite characters viable no matter who they are

3. game isn’t very hard — no artificial difficulty spikes that force you to spend money to max out a unit or whatever. on that note, leveling up and upgrading units doesn’t take much time at all, allowing you to use lots of your favorite touhou characters if you’d like to.

4. the only characters that would probably require real money to aid in acquiring are the game’s made-up alternate universe versions of characters that i can’t imagine anyone giving a shit about. (sorry guys i’m never going to want to spend money so i can have.. sci fi space warrior sanae)

5. no temptation to buy anything in the store because the prices are all absurdly high. i will literally never be tempted to spend 80 dollars on a microtransaction. i consider this point to be a positive, because what is being sold is completely unnecessary.

6. game is written by perverts.

7. protagonist is a girl. this can’t be changed.

8. the main story is FANTASTIC. it’s really really really cool. finishing chapter 3 is what made me gush last night. the hifuu story is really cute too.

9. this might be something not everyone cares about, but the characters are very touchy-feely with each other, and with the protagonist. it’s very nice. i like when characters are handsy. skinship is compelling to me

10. writers aren’t pussies about yuri (important)

11. there is never not an event story going on (they rerun old events in between new ones), so if grinding event points is fun for you (it’s fun for me), that’s always an option no matter what.

12. great autobattle features. lots of customization for autobattles and auto-rematches for grinding materials.

13. despite what i just said, grinding is honestly optional. you don’t need to grind for levels, because levels come easily, and you don’t need to grind for materials after a while, because they give you so many.

14. story card (equippable items basically) art is cute. where would we be without modelo patchouli and her fat thighs?

15. despite having the usual scarlet devil mansion bias, a LOT of more obscure characters get a lot of spotlight, especially in event stories. one i remember enjoying a lot starred seija, sagume, and.. shizuha aki.. as the main characters (along with the protagonist of course). there are lots of cases like that.

16. characters all feel like they love you without it feeling at all like a harem game. sorry if this is cringe but don’t fucking lie and say you don’t want to be loved by the cast of touhou.

17. less of a point for me because i’ve been playing it since launch, but my girlfriend got into it recently and they have been ABSURDLY generous with her as a new player.

there are obviously criticisms to be had with the game (it’s a mobile game, it’s not perfect or anything by any stretch of the imagination), but you asked me what i liked about it. i’ve had a lot of fun with it in my time playing it, and my girlfriend is, like, obsessed with it, just getting into it.

#💘

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sweethartlullaby · 10 months ago

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you, among the art ix

word count: 807 genre/theme: fluff and angst, sculpting series, graduate student and her professor/supervisor, female and male pairing songs: could you love me while i hate myself - zeph as always, imagine whoever you would like... sweethartlullaby ꕤ masterlist

He briskly walks down the hallway. The wave of students has gone but he will not want to be caught in the middle of it all when classes end.

The ring on his finger still feels strange, somehow heavy. They agreed to not take sculpting away from him, something he is forever grateful for. His wife stays at home, waiting for him to come back each night.

On the other hand, she hasn’t written back to him for almost a year now. The last time he wrote back, he wished her well and the best of health. He learned to let it go after a while but he cannot admit that the hole has gone.

As he turns, he catches something in the corner of his eye.

At first, he thinks it’s a mistake. Why would she be here? And when he turns, he realizes that it was not a complete mistake. It’s a portrait of her and she looks exactly the way she did when she left.

He gets closer and reading the name seals it for him. He reads her description and can’t stop the smile that makes its way to his face. She truly made a name for herself. He only feels the urge to stop when he reaches that part.

Unfortunately, her life was taken away in a car accident this May. She was on her way back to this university. When she was found, she was holding onto a scarf.

He looks at the items below the description and he instantly recognizes the scarf. It looks dirtier than when he first gave it to her and he can see the spots of blood on the fabric.

He suddenly can’t feel his fingers or his face. In times like this, shouldn’t his heart be beating in his ears? Shouldn’t he feel like he is dreaming, because isn’t this what it is? Isn’t this a dream? Isn’t this something she had just done to joke on him? Isn’t this a lie?

His ring feels light now. His whole body does.

The woman in the picture no longer feels familiar. It must be someone else because she isn’t gone. Her picture is above the wrong description. They must have confused her with someone else. He looks around frantically, gripping the handle of his bag even tighter. There are even more pictures, her with Madame Aki, her in more galas, her on stage during her final project presentation, wearing the same damn smile in all.

When he feels that all pairs of her eyes are on him, he runs out to his office, pushing past people as he struggles to breathe. The silence of his space is deafening and sudden. It feels as if all the air has been sucked out of his lungs. Everything around him has stopped and the only movement he can make is his collapse onto the ground.

The breaths he takes are shallow and when he finally feels something, it’s the tightness in his chest. His hand clutches the fabric above his heart which he hopes will give him some air. When he finds it, he starts to cry.

Watching her felt like the sun finally decided to look at him. It was as if the heavens had congratulated him on not drawing that blade across his wrist last night. She was electric and she spoke with such determination, that he felt it in his bones. He was overflowing with joy and it had come out as a laugh instead. He had embarrassed himself in front of his colleagues but worse of all, she was frozen.

When he wrote her his apology letter, he prayed that she would accept his proposition. So when she did, he kept thanking the gods. He promised himself to give her only the best. Falling for her was simply something that happened along the way.

And he fell hard. It wasn’t as if he had never liked someone before but this was something beyond it. Suddenly, he wanted to protect her. He wanted more than the best for her. He knew he had someone waiting for him. He knew he had a life beyond being her supervisor but that was all that he wanted to do.

He had a dilemma that day when she received that letter from Madame Aki. He debated abandoning everything and moving. There was art in Japan, someone of his fame wouldn’t be destitute. He needed a sign and he never got one.

So now, he sits in his empty office, hearing the echoes of her laughter ring. He cradles his head in his hands, the ring burning against his scalp as he thinks about how she was on her way back to him. Could he have said it then?

And I would have followed you to the ends of the earth.

a/n: and we are done! thank you so much again for reading. i might add the previous and next parts soon but please refer to the masterlist in the meantime! this was much more dramatic in my head and i wanted it to literally rip hearts out (so please let me know if this had any effect on you hihi) i think something i ended up doing differently than planned was having nine chapters instead of ten. at first it was just because i combined some chapters but i realized it ended well. i thought of it as they never really got to reach 10, never really got to finish their story and so it ends at 9. it's going to forever be incomplete because that was taken away from them. that is just my reason for it but you're free to interpret it however! i hope you have enjoyed this series and i thank you for your unending patience. thank you and i apologize for any mistakes!

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coconox · 7 months ago

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Why you love Mammon? Of course i'm not judging your favorite or something don't get me wrong here haha:D

I live love laugh Mammon too! And i want to know other Mammon lovers, what is the thing that makes them love him😋

i have quite a few reasons on why i love him so big ramble incoming LMAOHSHFJS

i think one of the biggest reasons is just vibes alone lol. my type in general is usually big brute exterior, soft and silly interior like with nocti from pgr and aki from neural cloud

theres also a common pattern of having the most dorito bod + tiny grabbable waists ive ever seen but thats a whole other topic 💀

+ most of the time theyre all shirtless? 🤨 i keep unintentionally choosing the ones that are/go shirtless more frequently than other chars so thats another weird call out to myself hsjfjskf

legit when i first saw mammon my brain was automatically like "i NEED him." it was literally the same as how mammon fell in love w mc, love at first sight LOL

anyw looks aside i very much love his approach of "i'll be yours and so maybe one day youll choose me." its a nice change of pace from the usual "youre mine and i will do as much as possible to prove youre mine." he ald knows everyones gonna try to claim you, so he found a workaround that stood out from the rest (actual big brain move imo). idk i like the more passive approach of him just letting you go at your own pace and he'll be there whenever

most of his card stories (havent fully read his attacker card tho cause im stuck on needing his sig 😭😭) normally have him submit to you and let you do whatever you like, even reassuring you that no matter how rough (or gentle) you wanna be w him, he'll always enjoy it (cause he gets to spend time w you hHHSHFJSKFK 😭😭🥹🥹🥹) and being rough wont hurt him in the slightest. idk i like being in control in most ✨️spicy✨️ situations and for mammon to be like "do as you please" just makes me very happy :3

hes also just very romantic and sweet and gentle and tHE LOVE CONFESSION IS SMTH I WILL NEVER GET OVER 😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹 you can tell he just loves you sm and as much as he wants to be like "youre mine >:3c" he normally doesnt do that and just lets you be free to do whatever

in one of the chats when you ask if its alright if you see other devils, hes very much ok w it as long as hes your #1 like HSJFJSKDK ?????? OFC YOURE MY #1 MAMMON LITERALLY NO ONE COULD REPLACE YOU 😭😭

also love how he carries mc a lot of the time in card stories, i just imagine he carries them like this

i also like how his greed is portrayed differently from the usual. like his greed focuses more on keeping/maintaining what he ald owns rather than trying to be on the hunt to collect everything (tbf he ald believes everything is his so theres most likely no need to really collect anything in his eyes).

other side note i just love his sticker he sends when he txts ITS SO CUTE HE LOOKS SO HAPPY 😭😭

tl;dr i like how hes very sweet and romantic and gentle despite how absolutely MASSIVE he is ;w;

i could go on and on w more examples but id just be stating the same points over and over again hdhfkskf

#im so (not) ready for his huge lore drop next chapter #+ I NEED PART 2 OF HIS H SCENE.... WHERE IS IT #I NEED PT 2‼️‼️‼️#asks

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6okuto · 6 months ago

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hi nia, i hope u r doing good! i just wanted to drop by and lyk that to me u r The Keiji Expert, like u know him so well!!! and have such a good grasp on his character and everything i love it !!!!!!

pls drop any and all of ur thoughts for him, i live for them

GUH?! guys every time i write him i'm like wowww... this is kind of ass.. LOL it's the same thing w aki.. don't trust myself... agh. anyway. THANK U VERY MUCH!!! 🙆🏻‍♀️🙆🏻‍♀️ this + bkak + being nice silly and fun are all i need to be known for so i've basically succeeded in Tumblr atp. yeagh. AKAASHI!

when it comes to merch and decor,, he's more likely to focus on walls + figures.. he doesn't know where to put a bunch of plushies BSHSJDJS i don't think he'd get Big figures, except maybe a couple for his absolute favourites.. twas an investment. that shit is expensive. < girl who wanted this aki figure ☹️

^ picture of u on the wall that's always visible while he works. Always.

even if his background isn't a photo of you guys, he'd do photo widgets on his phone !! ^____^

i don't think he does anything with phone contacts... it's just their name and a lot of the time he doesn't put an icon or anything 😭 he'd add a heart emoji next to ur name and of course have a photo for u though!! 🥹

his bag has a dedicated sort of trash pocket that's just a mess a lot of the time BSHSJDJ he throws sticky notes, wrappers, etc. in there if there isn't a garbage can nearby 😭

Cosplayer Keiji 🤯🤯 GELLOOO my god. he could be hirotaka just by putting on a suit tbh. and then i'd explode obviously. but like... cosplayer keiji.... if anypony has ideas for who/what he could cosplay Pls let me know. HAAGHHHH

couple cosplays 😂🤣😂🤣😵 MY LEG. i just keeled over HOWL AND SOPHIE mmmgmynhgsieonHAJAOAN🤯🤯🤯

whatveer. idont even care

tucking him in 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ you do it as a joke but of course he goes with it and lets you wrap him up and take off his glasses and kiss his head and he's smiling the Entire Time ohlymgocxnomymekdjn

going with jokes. yeah. he just goes with your shit a lot of the time because he trusts you LOL. you try couple trends and pranks and he gives you suspicious looks but does what you ask anyway.

^ the lipstick trend ☹️☹️☹️ WHYYY MYGODD WHYYY . YOU. 🫵🫵 Reader. take a breath and imagine him with a baggy t-shirt and messy hair and glasses and lipstick stains all over him and his hands on your waist while you kiss him and him going "another one?" with a breathy laugh WJYYY MY MISERABELLFIEEJEID😭😭😭😭😭

hhahh... Haggghhhhhh......... my chest iscaving ijn

Ok. you know the "his gaze softened" thing. yeah. well. for keiji it's not like. mean cold broody guy who gets soft. it's the quiet but nice guy who evidently feels out of place and is anxiously looking around who relaxes and smiles when he sees you enter the room WHO'S WITH ME!

He likes I Will by Mitski. he's a Mitski Enjoyer. Because I Say So. he's my beautiful boyfailure prince angel loser cat who fell into a bowl of water of course he likes mitski guysplels keiji i thinkzYou'd love a loving feeling and the frost and real men and humpty and pink in the night and nobody and should've been me And

occasional punk/metal enjoyer keiji .? walk with me. someone take my hand. ptv slipknot soad korn orbit culture somebody needs to walk with me here

doesn't have a huge appetite... if he's at hot pot he can probably finish but 1) he's full and 2) he planned what he'd get based on past failures to finish his food. like i love boyfriends who can finish your meal if you can't (< girl who gets full) but i think things may end up a team effort 🫡🫡

just lies on the floor and listens to music sometimes. if you walk in on him he doesn't move but will welcome you to join him with open arms ! 🫂

oh 🥹 keiji working super hard on gifts for you... coloured paper and youtube videos so he can figure out how to make a paper flower bouquet 🥹 he starts getting paper crafts/origami skills because of this fr fr

you get it.

#🧾nia.answers #<3 anon #6okuto.txt #tried to keep this on the shorter side Lest I Run out of content...#my bad if ive ever mentioned any of this before. will not be checking. LOL #keiji im always like. am i projecting way too hard. and aki its like Well what if im just straight up super wrong HDOENDKSN #will kick my feet and giggle at this 4ever #really not sure where all u nice anons come from but ☹️☹️🥹🥹 i appreciate u very much u make my day for realsies #REALLY AND TRULY!! ive been an emotional shit show since october so im vry grateful 4 u guys 🫡☹️🫵🫂#hope U r doing good nonnie!!! im doing ok btw. spring term soon but im doing a soc class so im happy 🫡🙂‍↕️

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cinnamonpretzelboy · 1 year ago

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I think an interesting chainsaw man au would be if after part 1 Denji basically just morphs into aki personality wise and becomes a like private devil to pay Nayuta a way into college, cus I mean Kobeni probably wasn’t exaggerating when she said that the only two options to pay someone into college without a college degree is sex work or devil hunting and I really don’t see Denji selling his body. On why Denji would be a private devil hunter and how he would operate, I imagine he would either try to honor aki and take up a kitana (Kishibe could prob teach him and Denji would probably find it funny if he could beat katana man at his own game). Either that or he just finds another axe and picks that back up. The reason he would probably use a weapon in the au is Yoshida being a dick and denji still wanting him being chainsaw man to be a big reveal

Frankly this next part is super self indulgent but fuck you this is my post,,, I think this version of denji being more of a dad to Nayuta than an older brother could be interesting and generally leaning more heavily into him having to grow up very quick, hell lately I’ve just been thinking that there is a way to read Nayutas birth as the result of denji and Makima having an act of love which makes the denji is nayutas dad thing more compelling to me past the “I loved your mother (previous incarnation) but I hate myself for continuing to love her after all that she did to the people I cared about”

Another super self indulgent thing in this au would be like denji wearing a promise ring around his neck or something as a way to consciously force himself to always have his contract (promise) with power in the back of his mind. The ring can be explained as something Kishibe got him because he doesn’t understand kids or something that belonged to aki or power that denji keeps close to him to remember them

Most of this au would basically just be set up for asa to trail denji to ask him out but see him drop his highschool facade (if he even would have anything left in the tank to put a facade up) and turn into this visibly fucking shattered teenager that makes her look like she completely has her shit together

Generally a version of denji that followed Kishibe’s footsteps more is just a really interesting concept to me

God this whole post is fuckinn stupid but I just like putting my thogght out there sometimes

#chainsaw man #denjichainsawman #chainsaw man kishibe

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keii · 2 years ago

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Went thrifting at this place called Basura (lol) w my sis and she got me these black pleated pants and I lost my mind I love them omfgg

I'm slowly packing my things bc I'm planning to move to Vegas REAL soon (to be Sushi's neighbor LOL JK it would be nice tho...) I feel like I got to let a lot of stuff go bc I don't wear it anymore! There are clothes I've had for years that I do NOT reach for at all, in fact I forgot about it??? So many items that I bought back then bc it was on sale, but never actually wore it... I stopped doing that when it comes to clothes bc I WANT to actually wear them for a long time and mix and match stuff in my closet. One of my friends said she wanted to see a clothing haul/closet clean out… Can’t imagine how long that would take, but I feel like packing w company makes it less of a drag to do, also spending time w friends is always nice lol. Tho idk if our schedules would like up bc we live on complete opposite time zones HAHA maybe if I wake up early to pack 🤔

It feels like there's still so much left to do before I move, idk if it's bc I AM leaving that my friends here plan SO MANY THINGS, SAYING "It's your last hurrah!" I don't think it has sunk in until I see more of my stuff in boxes and my living situation is figured out. I mean next month I'm actually going to Vegas to go to a festival w Sushi! And then while I'm there, I'm going to be looking at places to rent! It's exciting to think about, I keep thinking about how I'd decorate my room and starting the next stage of my life! It’s such a huge change, but I’m ready!

I forgot that I preordered the Kanae and Kuzuha figures until I got an email about the order being processed LMFAO which is such a coincidence bc a couple days ago I was just watching a bunch of random videos of them and they still make me laugh. Love Kuzuha’s expression! It’s so playful! Kanae’s face is one where you gotta look at him in a certain angle— tbh looking at him straight on, I’m like “at least you have a second head w ur eyes close” LMFAO BUT when I took him out the box to get a good look at him, he actually looked better than I had originally thought… or am I deluding myself… Either way, my man made it home! Even tho I had to do a double take and be like “Wait a min—“ 🤷‍♂️ I really love the poses, idk what it is about sitting poses that I absolutely LOVE. And how they have their gaming chair??? It’s so lax I wonder where I’ll put them in my new place. Even the Aki (CSM) figure where he’s all bloody and man spreading is such a nice figure too; and it’s a sitting pose!!! Really excited to see how that’ll look in person 🤭 Anyway these are gonna stay in the box until I move.

#I also realize how drawn I am to cream-beige-brown colors #like I find myself either going for black or beige…#my color range is so muted but I’m trying to expand AHHH #or maybe I just have to accept that I am stuck in a color scheme #I’m missing clothes too where’d they go… gotta search this house for em #do I get rid of shoes too… there are pairs I never wear too… guess I’ll see when I get to those too #shrekeii #x

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beelsbignaturals · 2 years ago

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Dead is the New Alive

A/N: Happy birthday to me!!! To celebrate being a dramatic pisces, I've decided to finally post this super self-indulgent self insert MC fic! It's definitely a work in progress but the intended audience is literally me and whoever is unfortunate enough to stumble across this. Big thank you to Aki for helping with literally everything ily homie! Yes the first scene is low-key a songfic. The song is What Will I Remember by Emilie Autumn if you want to give it a listen. Title is also an Emilie Autumn song. Guess what album I listened to while writing lmao. Anyways enjoy!

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Warnings: Blood, gore, violence, character death (ish), teeth, strong language

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What will I remember?

"Does it hurt? Finding it hard to breathe? I'm sure it must be very unpleasant." The sadistic ass was taunting me. Quite literally adding insult to injury

What will I forget?

I did all this because I saw how much this family was hurting and this is the thanks I get?Someone laughing over me as the life drains from my eyes? After I go through all of this bullshit some stupid demon thinks he has every right in the world to end my life?

Honestly, if I didn't have claws tearing into my throat while this asshole is crushing my windpipe, I'd probably be tempted to smack that stupid grin off his face. Unfortunately, I'm in survival mode.

When this life is ending and gone

Fine. You want to kill me? I came into the world screaming and covered in someone else's blood. I plan on leaving the same way. It's game time, bitch.

What will I regret?

The next few moments are a blur of flailing limbs. One particularly well-timed kick sends me falling to the floor. Not risking it, l don't bother to catch my breath. Breathing is secondary. I need to run.

If tomorrow I don't wake up, what happens?

Moonlight shines through a nearby window like a beacon. Here goes nothing.

My sunrise, or sunset?

One foot in front of the other. Just keep running. He's behind you. Keep going. Almost there..

If I never were born

Fuck. Strong arms grab me, stopping any chance of escape. No. It's not over. I'm so close. I sink my teeth into the nearest thing I can find. Not letting go until I hear a sickening crunch followed by a string of curses. Name another human who took a chunk of flesh out of a demon's hand. I'll wait.

If I never died

Last shot. Come on. Somehow, I find the strength to launch myself out the window. Glass tears my arms to ribbons, but l'm flying and l'm free. Eat your heart out, Sally Hardesty.

Would it even matter at all?

All too soon, I collide with the pavement, knocking what little air I had left out of my lungs. I drag my bloodied body along, rocks and broken glass digging into my palms. I keep going until I physically can't move.

What should I decide?

Hopefully this will buy me enough time for someone to realize what happened. I mean. They wouldn't let me die, right? If even Belphegor was right and they didn't give a shit about me.. at the very least Lucifer wouldn't want the exchange program to be a failure. It would mess with Diavolo's plans. I'm not dying.

I always imagined I'd mean something to

someone

At least that's what I try to convince myself. The blood loss would beg to differ. But. I'll be okay. I'm sure magic will fix me up in no time. Just stay awake until help arrives. I try to focus on all the things I'll miss if I fall asleep. Late night nacho shenanigans with Beel. Watching Legally Blonde with Asmo. Helping Mammon hide from Lucifer. Kicking Levi's ass at DevilKart. All these precious moments that I'd hate to never experience again.

If I won't, 'least I tried

I'm fading in and out of consciousness. Time feels funny. Everything is in brief snippets. After what could have been hours or minutes. I register someone speaking. It doesn't sound familiar. Pressure on my chest. Sharp pain in my neck. Belphegor must've caught up with me. I wait for more torture but it doesn't come. Just a strange numbness. Decorating cakes with Luke. Feeding stray cats with Satan.

When my body suffers

So much yelling. It's too loud. I think I'm being moved? That's Mammon's voice! I did it. I'm safe. Why is he crying? They can fix me, right? It's too cold. Maybe not.

When to breath is pain

Levi is here, too! Maybe.. no. He's crying too. Oh. I guess this is it. At least I'm not alone.

Is it really madness to think

I try to reach for the nearest person. Maybe I can will someone hold my hand? No, that just made them move more. Don't leave me! Please.

Think of breaking this chain?

"Lucifer, get yer ass out here," He's staying. Thank fuck.

Is the future mine?

"Alaura, can you hear me?" After a failed attempt at nodding my head, which honestly just hurts way too much, I opt to try again to find Mammon's hand. This time, I'm actually successful.

It's kind of funny how, despite the fact I lay here dying, this is the most alive and real I've felt in a long time. These last few months have been spent on autopilot. Honestly, I didn't really believe any of it was real. I suppose death has a sobering effect.

God knows I have a past

So much commotion. So many voices. Not like I can understand much of what they are saying. Not when it all blurs together. I hold onto Mammon like a lifeline. Which, I suppose he is.

Where's my second chapter?

It seems they decide it is in everyone's best interest to not leave me lying on the ground in the middle of the night. That would be great if not for the fact they have to move me.

Or will the first also be my last?

The gaping throat wound is, understandably, not fucking pleasant. When strong arms lift me off the pavement, I struggle with energy I didn't know I had left. Kicking and screaming until it feels like my vocal cords are fried.

Is my story over if I fall asleep?

"I know, I'm sorry." The second born whispers, rings digging into my skin. Or maybe that's more glass. Regardless, he cradles my head against his chest, minimizing any movement that would further irritate my injuries.

Would anybody find me?

Crashing can be heard throughout the house. Part of me hopes Belphegor falls through a window too. Just for a small taste of his own medicine.

And would anybody weep?

With that pleasant thought, sleep takes over

I can't even pretend I care

But songs I'll never sing

Well, that means something

Yes, that means something

The next few days are spent in relative darkness. I can't see but I hear everything. It's like a strangely pleasant sleep paralysis. Plus I'm never alone for long. Asmo sits beside me, gently plucking glass from my skin, cleaning wounds of any dirt, and using a cloth to wet my lips and prevent dehydration. I get a whole manicure while he tells me about how I "got Belphie good". Apparently the majority of the dried blood stuck under my nails isn't even mine.

If it's not Asmo, it's Mammon. Half of the time he's moaning about how stupid I am. The rest is spent begging me to wake up. I try to find a way to tell him I'm right here. I'm awake. But I'm frozen in place. I don't think I've ever heard him cry this much.

Occasionally, Satan will pay a visit. Reading the Odyssey to keep me entertained. He's also the only one to update me on what's actually going on. From his visits, I can gather that I had a second attacker, not just Belphegor. The plot thickens. I barely have time to process that before learning said bitch was a vampire. This whole paralysis was just the beginning of my transformation.

Yeah, that's a hard pill to swallow.

I'm not left to think on it long. It turns out that one of the only two humans in the Devildom disappearing off the face of the earth does not go unnoticed. Doubly so when it comes to the resident angels.

With that in mind, I suppose it's not really a surprise that Luke all but breaks into the House of Lamentation, demanding to know what those horrible demons have done.

It'd be sweet if not for the little fact the second he got within ten feet of me, it feels like my bones are melting. You could tell me the air has turned to boiling water and I'd believe you.

His tiny body rushes into the room, grabbing my arm. "Oh, Alaura! Don't worry, I'll save you!"

I can only scream in agony as my flesh sizzles in his grasp. Shocked, Luke grabs my face before he gets a fucking clue. Cute kid, not the sharpest crayon in the box.

The pain of it all causes my eyes to open for the first time in days. I can hardly register the blinding light coming from the hallway. Just that this poor kid, who is, granted, older than I will ever be, starts sobbing out apologies as he stumbles backwards.

Smoke comes off my skin in waves, right where the tiny handprints sit. What is happening?

Poor Luke is dragged away, crying while half a dozen demons pour into my room.

Were they always this loud? I can't process the million different voices all speaking at once. It feels like all the small noises are worming their way into my head and eating my brain from the inside out. Footsteps sound like gunshots. The sound of fabric rustling makes me want to rip my hair out. It's too fucking loud.

Eventually catching on, Lucifer orders everyone to let me rest. He carefully applies some sort of ointment to my injuries before following suit. Alone in the dark I can finally begin to piece together what happened.

Belphegor killed me. Or tried to. Someone else swooped in to finish the job. But that's besides the point. Belphegor tried to kill me. It seems the others don't hate me enough to want me dead. Or at the very least are keeping up appearances. I'm not sure where my attempted killer is but I haven't seen or heard about them since that night.

Right... how long has it even been? I'll have to ask when someone comes around again. Knowing my housemates it won't be long before someone sneaks back into my room. Lucifer be damned.

Next order of business... apparently I'm a vampire? Not the most outlandish thing I've seen during my time in the Devildom but it's certainly up there. All I really know is from what Satan's told me and whatever I can find in my notes on Devildom history. Based on what the textbooks say, vampires are extinct in Hell. So how did this happen?

Only one way to find out and I need the facts before I let myself have a crisis. I guess the textbooks are a good starting point. Ignoring my protesting muscles, I drag myself out of bed to find any information I can.

Blah blah due to the vampire population rising at unprecedented rates and the threat to lower level demons, the King called upon the royal army to deal with the infestation.

Infestation? So I'm vermin now?

Startled by sudden pain in my jaw, my mouth opens in a silent gasp. Crimson blood drips onto the page. Just a few specks at first, but before long, I'm nearly choking as the liquid spills from my mouth.

Frantic, I run through the halls. Not particularly caring about the trail of blood I leave in my wake. Thank fuck no one is in the bathroom.

I lock the door behind me. Muscle memory. Before dashing to the mirror.

Holy shit. Maybe I'm not dead but I sure as hell look it. My body is littered with healing cuts, not to mention the two angry handprints that scorched my skin. Then there's my throat. It's healed somewhat but the mangled flesh has barely begun to scar. Honestly, it doesn't look like something I should've survived.

Fuck. The dull throbbing in my mouth turned sharp once again. Mouth opened as wide as I can manage, I try to inspect the affected area, but God, there's so much blood - I hear the small clink of something hitting the ceramic.

Holy shit. No. This isn't... this can't be happening. I'm hyperventilating as I force myself to look down. There's no way that...nope my entire tooth is sitting in the sink. Cool.... this is just great. I'm. I'm just hallucinating. Or something. That's the only explanation. Maybe I ate Solomon's cooking. That could be it. Food poisoning. Really bad food poisoning.

"Alaura?" A low voice interrupts my manic train of thought. "Alaura, please... open the door."

I don't even bother trying. I can hardly hold myself upright. Who's laughing? Is that my voice? Shit. I'm on the floor. When did that happen? The edges of my vision are fuzzy and dark. When I close my eyes, all I can see is a startling picture of my tooth. A small amount of gum is still hanging on for dear life. Much more blood than what could be considered healthy framing it like some grotesque work of art. Shit. My head hits the cold tile, and I'm watching as the door shakes on its hinges. Maybe I should've locked it.

Once again I wake up, tucked snugly in my bed. This time, however, I can spot a certain white-haired demon curled up on my floor, snoring softly. Cute but there is no way that's comfortable. I can see the dark circles and irritated skin, most likely raw from crying.

For a moment I'm transported back to simpler times. Mammon breaking into my room after a night at the casino, ranting about how "shits rigged", before passing out. Usually I'd shove a pillow under his head and throw a blanket over him before going to bed myself. Maybe even play with his hair. It's soft as hell but I know he'd complain if I did it while he was awake. I even got a beanbag chair at one point so his spine doesn't riot. With such a mundane scene, I can almost pretend things are normal.

Almost. When I poke at the tooth causing me grief earlier, I find it is longer and sharper than I remember. No. No. No. No.

"Mammon," I hiss. "Mammon wake up."

He wakes with a start, rubbing sleep from his eyes before jumping into action.

"You're up!"

I nod slowly. Knees hugged to my chest. "Is this real?"

With a sigh he plops down on my bed, walking me through complex math problems until I know without a doubt my subconscious could never make that up.

Teary-eyed, I stare at Mammon before I finally speak again. Talking feels strange with a killer toothache and one fang.

"What now?"

#om! shall we date #obey me #obey me mc #Alaura #batlaura #obey me x oc #canon x oc #obey me oc #vampire!mc #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #shrimp writes

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torawro · 2 years ago

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Plus some of your links aren’t clickable on your Tumblr for me. Like the (know your place link) is not opening on mobile. The post that shows all your master lists doesn’t say anything about how the reader will be thick. So once again, you didn’t have to reply to me like that

let me just address both of your asks in the same post to make things more efficient

firstly . despite what you may think, what you just said in the first ask proves my point on how this is problematic. “i didn’t go check on your blog because i didn’t care to”. really??? again you really should word things better bc wym because you don’t CARE to? you sure cared enough if you pressed that little heart icon on the bottom right corner of the post. and it certainly seems like you cared enough to take it upon yourself and come here to say all of this when technically you didn’t have to. you must have been drawn to my writing to some extent <3

secondly. you said “a lot of black reader fics ive read that don’t strictly state they’re thick always make the reader to have big butts, big thighs, big boobs, dark skin or thick legs. nothing wrong with those im saying that unless it’s stated so, to not describe the readers body”. HAHSHSHAJJAAJJAJAJAJJAJAJAJAKAKAKKAKSKSS laughing SO hard bc once again you are still proving my point earlier when i said clearly you didn’t read any of the warnings on TOP of the post ?? idek which fic you’re referring to but im going to assume it’s my aki fic since that’s the one you interacted with. it CLEARLY states in the beginning that the reader was going to be thick coded which MEANS that im going to use descriptors such as the ones you stated (idek if i actually stated them) but the bottom line is that the reader is thick in my head when i wrote that fic and this brings me back to my main point: anyone is welcome to read my fics but when i state things like oh the reader is black and/or thick coded you do NOT have to imagine them like that bc they’re “ x reader” fics, where you can insert whatever image you want . but i digress. what other authors do regarding not explicitly ‘warning’ the audience of the reader’s body type but still adding specifics anyway has nothing to do with me. especially when i said that ill make sure it’s stated in the beginning of each fic. and the way you worded that does make it seem like the saturation of thick coded readers bothers you, at least a little bit. but thats just how it sounded to me

and another thing, im not angry 😂😂😂 im actually a little amused. a tiny bit annoyed but amused nonetheless

thirdly. im terribly sorry that the links aren’t working for you and idk how to fix that… maybe refresh the app or redownload it???? my links seem to be working on my end ( on the app, on my laptop, and when on mobile when you aren’t on the app ). and it’s really unfortunate it doesn’t work for you bc there’s essential information there. really interesting that only THAT link doesn’t work isn’t it ? well here’s what’s under the know your place link, since you can’t see it. this link is embedded in my navigation post so technically it IS there.

and fourthly, i only responded in the tone that i did because i felt like you were attacking me for the way I write on my own blog, and naturally i have to defend myself don’t i? your tone didn’t come off very nice either , esp in these last two asks you sent me . im usually a very nice and understanding person, so therefore i understand what you’re saying (objectively speaking) but my points still stand . if you feel like you still don’t wanna read my fics then i hope you find other authors who will cater to your desires :)

#—sosa’s thoughts💭#🍫—asks!#had to end off on a nice note bc i AM nice

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meownotgood · 6 months ago

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it's still me the silly nonnie with the bookworm! reader.

and since you mentioned that aki might note down things he'd like to do with you in books, I have been screaming and screeching because gods, it is unfair that he isn't doing it to my books (like anybody touching or writing in my books? I'll fight. aki doing it? he could set fire to my library and I'd thank him).

I also would like to share one further headcanon I have about this: if you are a romance girlie and he soon discovers it, I think that he'd definitely beat himself for maybe not being as openly romantic as books make it seem (whether it's pre or when you are in a relationship). he'd definitely try to pull all the stops with the grand gestures and you are just confused and when he confesses you he strives to be more romantic like the boys in books, you'd be like 'babyyyy, they got nothing on you'.

just aki being so whipped that he'd try to get out of his comfort zone just for you.

alright, alright I'll see myself out again...

have a lovely day!

YES!!! okay so, I always headcanoned aki as loving romantic gestures and secretly being very romantic at heart. but... he's also nervous and hesitant and maybe a bit awkward too about his affections. when he's trying to fall asleep, he stares at his ceiling and imagines sweeping you off your feet with loving words and a bouquet of flowers. how you'd smile so much at him because he made you so happy. he tries to hype himself up before your dates, giving himself pep talks in the mirror about what he's going to say to you. he's going to call you beautiful, he's going to ask you if you'd like to come over after dinner, he won't be nervous about it at all.

though, in practice, aki is nowhere near as confident as he might seem. he gets flustered way too easily — just one look at you as you're opening the door to greet him and his throat is dry. he's never put much emphasis on relationships, and now he doesn't know what to talk about in the car, nor once you sit down at the restaurant. he's so sweet and sincere, and (hopefully) avoids seeming like a wreck until he gets home. yes, he might be stammering over some of his words. and yes, his palms might be practically drenched in sweat, but he's okay, he can most certainly handle this.

gah... imagining him reading your favorite romance books to try and learn what you like, maybe even watching romantic movies to try and get more comfortable. he reads a scene where the love interest puts an arm around the protagonist's lower back when they're sitting together, so the next time you're sitting beside him, he tries it with you. he's a little awkward and a whole lot stiff about it, but he feels more confident when you relax into his touch.

he reads in your favorite book, a romantic dance and kiss scene in the rain, and every time it's raining he tries so obviously to set it up. damn, I forgot my umbrella, we might have to walk back. oh, the rain is nice, isn't it? I wouldn't mind going out in the rain, if you'd like to.

#he's so cute I want to explode into pieces #honestly I think he's decently good at hiding when he's flustered #he might seem cool on the outside #but on the inside. he wants to scream because you just held his hand #sweetie aki.... save me sweetie aki.....#ask mags

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sa1tedegg · 2 years ago

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spoiler alert! (in case someone tumbled on my account for whatever reason whatsoever)

to be honest, i don’t really read chainsaw man that much for the reasons that i’m not in the mood to do so and i’m lazy. despite that, i still can’t help but feel myself get attached to the characters, especially with the trio (denji, power, and aki). read the panels which involves with aki’s and power’s death, and mind you, it made me cry a lot even though i skipped a lot of chapters that insinuates their relationship with one another (what more if i read into details and see how they become closer to each other? i might never get over it for the rest of my life). i felt denji’s sorrow, and the way he mourned for the both pained me a lot.

i don’t have a big group of friends that i really consider like we’re tight (do you know what i mean?). don’t get me wrong. yes, i do have a circle that i chat with and i’m always with whenever i’m at school, but that’s another story. we have those friends that we indeed consider friends, but they are not those kind of friends. like those kind of friends that you won’t even bother thinking what gift will you get for them on their birthday… well, you don’t even know their birthday in the first place anyway.

on the other hand, we have those kind of friends that we always think of when there’s a special occasion coming, when there’s a trending affordable food chain, when there’s a discount on an amusement park, etc. don’t you have those kind of friends? that is close to being your siblings, sisters/brothers, family? because i do. i have two amazing people that i cherish and love. that’s why aki, power, and denji’s friendship hits home. like see, even though they’ve met and been with other people, the care and love that they have for one another still has no match compared that they have for others.

that’s why it still pains me so much to see denji being alone. he’s not even alone at all, but looking at him, he looks alone. i just hope that someday… though it may take a long time, the three of them can be together again. it breaks my heart just imagining that they will never meet again- and maybe they never will.

#story

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gumilac · 2 years ago

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— ; 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈. bear with me

⁍ pairings. fushiguro megumi x reader

⁍ genre. royal au, contractual marriage, angst, hurt/comfort

aki's notes. fushiguro's mom actually doesn't have a name, i just gave her one for the sake of the fic dsskslskj

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it has been a month after sealing the marriage with the crown prince of edo'in. you had thought it'll be different, maybe he would be more open with you now that you're married. but, to your dismay, nothing has changed. he was still cold, an air of apathy around him whenever he was with you.

great sorrow falls over you, missing your father, nobara, your bedroom — since your shared bedroom seemed all too big despite it being bigger than your room before. it feels like there's a huge rift in it whenever you enter… like something is so far from your reach — and the overall energy of your kingdom.

while you do love the calm aura of edo'in, you didn't like how lonely you felt inside its walls. so unfamiliar, so foreign. it also did not help that your husband was barely around, always on the field with his men fighting for god knows what.

his company was no good either, for he always had a say. always clashing with your ideas, disregarding your concern, and blatantly avoiding you in the halls — seriously, did he see you as the plauge? how rude. today, however, was a surprise, as megumi approached you, seated on the table of your shared bedroom. he clears his throat, and you look up from what you were writing.

“yes?”

“father wishes to know if you’d like to go horse riding with us today.”

“horse riding?”

he nods his head once and walks over to the coat rack to grab — what you only assume is his navy shadbelly. he puts it on, swift fingers buttoning his coat as he turns to look at you.

“it is tradition for us zen’in’s to go horseback riding every 10th of may. reason being why, i do not know myself.”

“or you prefer not to tell me.”

“maybe i do,” he retorts and you roll your eyes at him, closing your journal. “so, are you coming?”

“it does not feel like you want me there,” lacing your hands together atop the notebook, “you only ask out of duty.”

he stays quiet, navy eyes observing you from when you sit. after a minute of silence and considering his offer, sighing, you get up, walking over to where he was to grab your coat.

“but, i certainly can not refuse if it is your father who requested me to be there, no?”

gazing up at him through your lashes, megumi clears his throat. and, unbeknownst to him, something flutters in his chest with the way you’re looking at him right now. he looks away, irritated. and, fixes his collar, furrowing his brows.

“certainly.”

—; 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐞.

“ah, if it is not the most beautiful woman here,” megumi’s mother cups your cheeks as she sees you and her son walking to the field, meeting you halfway.

“please, queen ai,” you laugh, tucking a hair behind your ear, “you flatter me too much. i believe it is you who are the most beautiful.”

she laughs, a bright smile adorning her features, and queen ai takes your hand and walks with you to the horses. megumi falls into step with his father who was behind you both. fushiguro watches your back, your laughter ringing in the air, and he swears the only time you were ever happy was when you were with his mother.

it is true.

and, he cannot once again stop the fluttering in his chest as he imagines making you happy. you in his arms, holding you so delicately like fine porcelain. bullshit, he thinks. you’d never allow him to. as you reach the stables, you pick the horse near the end, making megumi’s father release a low whistle and chuckle as he picks his horse.

“great choice, darling!” queen ai says, and as you turn to face them, the scowl on megumi’s face says otherwise.

“i do not think it is, dear,” toji replies, already seated on his. looking at them innocently, you tilt your head, “is this someone else’s?”

maki suddenly comes in the stable with her sister, laughing as she walks past your displeased husband, “that is megumi’s horse.”

“the last time i rode his, he threate–,” he bites back, glaring at mai — maki’s twin. “you are making things up.”

you give a guile smile his way, “does he not perform well if he is not on familiar grounds?” – and he huffs, fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “by grounds, i mean his horse?”

“i do well, whatever horse it may be.”

he pulls on his coat, turning on his heel to walk toward another stallion, and gets on swiftly. snickering, you get on the horse, slowly guiding it out of the stables as you follow the zen’in family. the air is nice, cool, and the perfect temperature for feeling the air on your skin as you ride the horse, galloping through fields of flowers and rows of trees.

megumi stays close by, just right behind you. there it is again. the unfamiliar thumping of his heart as he watches your gleeful figure, smiling at whoever overtook you. your laughter ringing in his ears. he shakes his head and curses himself. get a grip. averting his eyes back on the trail, he kicks his horse to run faster to overtake you. to get rid of the view that causes his arrhythmia. but alas, he does not even reach your side for it is not his horse he is on, because you had used his. the swiftest in the herd.

he gives up trying to overtake you and decides to just focus on the road before him. but, every now and then his eyes drift over to yours, unaware that a small smile forms on his lips. only to catch himself and back is the scowl that is always on his face. amidst the feeling of the breeze blowing at your hair, someone shouts, and a horse neighs. pulling the reins, you look back to see megumi’s horse leaning up in the air.

“woah! easy boy, easy!” his horse looses balance and he falls on the ground hard, making you get off yours hastily, running up to him. he rubs his forehead and gets up to catch his horse but, he is long gone as he runs for the stables. he groans in frustration and rubs his temples, putting a hand on his waist.

walking up to him, megumi takes a step back as you reach out to hold his face, making you retract your hands. and, a pang of guilt hits his chest when he sees an expression of hurt flash quickly across your eyes only to be replaced with indifference.

“you’re bleeding…” you quietly say, hands clasped together. “please… let me.”

pulling out a napkin, you take a step toward him, and he suddenly feels stuffy in his suit as he averts his eyes away from yours, taking another step back. sighing at his stubbornness, you grab his hand — to which he snaps his head to look at you, shocked — and placed the napkin on his palm. looking down, hiding the hurt swimming in your eyes, ai and toji make their way to you.

“what happened?”

“fushiguro fell, queen ai.”

“great heavens! you’re bleeding, dear!” megumi hesitantly uses the napkin you gave him, wiping off the crimson on his forehead. he clears his throat and fixes his coat, toji asking, “where’s your horse?”

“ran off,” he says flatly.

“ride with the princess,” he suggests and megumi quickly looks at his father, a knowing smile present on his face. “what? she is your wife after all.”

the king and queen begin to trot away with their horses and you both stand there awkwardly before you walk back to your stallion. he looks away and mutters a curse under his breath — unfortunately, to which you heard — as he releases a heavy sigh. without turning around to face him, you place a delicate hand on the neck of megumi’s horse.

“i know you do not like me,” you quietly say, biting back tears, “but you do not have to blatantly show your disinterest in me.”

one hand on his waist as the other hovers above his forehead with the napkin you gave him. and, he is left stunned by your hushed observation.

“i do not want to share as much as you do, but i would rather have you with me than let you walk back to the stables.”

his eyes ever so slightly widen, taken aback by your words. he does not know what to say so he stays silent, watching your back as you stroke the horse’s neck. unknown to him, he grips the napkin harder with every word that falls off your lips.

“so please,” you pause, “at least bear with me until we’re back at the castle, then you can return to ignoring me to your heart’s content.”

struggling to get on the horse because a lack of a stool is not there to assist you, megumi’s presence suddenly looms behind your back. hesitant hands reach out to hold your waist, and your breath hitches as you feel hot puffs of air fanning your neck. he gently lifts you off the ground, and your leg swings over to sit on the saddle. heat creeps up on your face as you feel megumi mount himself, settling himself behind you, his chest brushing yours as he makes himself comfortable.

slowly, he leans forward to take the reins from your hands, his arms gently slipping under yours to almost — but, not quite — cage your waist. his head just hovering above your shoulder. this was the closest you two have ever been, for even in bed there was a barrier separating you both. you take deep calculated breaths as megumi guides the horse to turn around.

he too, controls his breathing, cursing the way his heart is beating so quickly and he wishes you do not hear. megumi leads his horse on the path to the castle and the ride back was shared in silence.

he fell off a horse that day, but oblivious to his own feelings, it seems something else has fallen.

#—:{❧ dragon records}#megumi x reader #megumi x you #fushiguro megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro #megumi #jujutsu megumi #jjk megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #⁍ atone for you. series

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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years ago

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You Have Me - Bakugou Katsuki

Dad!Bakugou x Babysitter!reader

Warnings: Dad!Bakugou, Fingering, 18+, Cursing, pining, cheating, daddy kink (cuz duh)

Request: Dad Bakugou in love with his babysitter. She’s younger than him but still over legal drinking age and Bakugou is not too old. I just wanna see how he’d go about this whole situation ESPECIALLY if he was already married.

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“F-Faster Katsuki!” You said as Bakugou pounded into you on the kitchen island.

“Shit baby...fuck, you like that shit? Like how daddy fucks your sweet cunt?” He teased as he hit your cervix. “You gonna give me another brat? Huh? C’mon Teddy Bear I know you can do it~”

His hand traveled to your clit as he toyed with your pretty pussy. Your legs shook as he worked his magic and you clenched around his cock.

“Ohh~ ‘M gonna cum!” You cried out. Your hands clawed at Katsuki’s back as he sucked his teeth in due to the stimulating pleasure.

“Do it. Cream all over my cock baby.” You obeyed his every command as you did what you were told and spilled all over him. Your orgasm didn’t stop him as he continued to ram into you. He sped up as he chased his own release and threw his head back.

“F-Fuck! Fuck baby,” he leaned down close to your face as he used his hand to grab your chin. “I love you. You fuckin’ understand me?” He said and brought a smack to your ass. “I love you Y/N.”

His voice grew whiny as his thrust became sloppy. You both were a moaning mess until Katsuki met his climax and filled you with his release. Right as he came, his lips met yours for a rough and passionate kiss that you both desperately moaned into. He continued to slowly thrust into you to push his cum deeper inside your womb as you tugged at his hair. Your lips finally separated as Katsuki stopped his thrusts. He rested his forehead against yours as you both held heavy breaths. He grinned at your dazed eyes and grew excited. He was sure he done enough to get you pregnant. He saw your soft, angelic features and listened carefully as you began to speak.

“Katsuki...it’s time to wake up.” You said with a smile.

“Huh?” Bakugou said in confusion as he lifted his face away from yours. You sat up and shoved his shoulder as your voice began to fade out.

“Wake up! ....Wake up Katsuki. Katsuki! ....Katsuki!”

—

“Katsuki! Wake up!”

The 25 year old man had his eyes shot open as he flinched the slightest bit. He awoke to his bitch of a wife smacking his upper body to get him to come to.

“Ugh, the hell do you want?” He groaned as he layed back down in bed.

“I want you to get out of bed! We’re supposed to be going to Aki’s party today! You owe me since you didn’t want to buy me those heels!” She complained. Bakugou rolled his eyes at the gold digger and shooed her away with his hand.

“Go by your damn self. I have a meeting today. I’m not going to one of your shitty friend’s stupid ass parties. And also, I don’t owe you shit. I’m not dropping three grand on a pair of heels for some bitch.” He said with his eyes still shut. He heard his wife gasp at his insults and he could already imagine her dropped jaw.

“Excuse me, but I’m not some bitch. I’m your wife-“

“Who’s a bitch.” Bakugou interrupted. He opened his piercing, crimson eyes as he watched her tilt her head to the ceiling and crossed her arms.

“Hmph! Fine then! I’ll go by myself!” She said and marched out the room and out the house. Bakugou groaned as he rolled onto his back and threw his arms over his eyes.

“Good. That’s what I wanted. Stupid bitch.” He said to no one in particular. He sighed as he held on to the memory of the sweet dream he was having before his wife had interrupted. The sweet dream of him completely indulging himself in Y/N L/N, his son’s babysitter.

Was it wrong for him to have these thoughts about Y/N while being married? Yes. But did Bakugou care? Not at all. He was so drawn to Y/N it was like love at first sight for him. Besides, he didn’t love his wife anyway. They dated for a year and the whole time, Bakugou completely hated it. Truthfully, Bakugou dated her for her looks and the sweet facade she put up, but when her true self came through, Bakugou knew he was done with her. Unfortunately, before he had the chance to break up with her, his son Katsuo, was conceived. So when the news of her pregnancy became known to him, the toxic couple decided to tie the knot and get married. What a poor decision.

Bakugou decided enough time had been spent in bed and so he got up and got ready. Once he was fresh and clean he checked the time and saw it was 8:30. He made breakfast and prepped the table. Once he was done, he walked to his son’s room to wake up the little guy.

Katsuo Bakugou. Katsuki’s precious son. Even though he wasn’t planned, Katsuki loved his dear boy regardless. It’s sad to say the same thing can’t be said with the boy’s mother. Leiko Hotashi, Katsuo’s mother, seemed to have no love for the child, or anyone other than herself and money. She complained the entire pregnancy, she didn’t smile at the first sight of him when he was born, and she didn’t bother to be around the little guy either. Katsuo basically grew up without a mother’s love but he turned out just fine because Katsuki’s love was more than enough. The constant absence of his mother didn’t bother him and the child didn’t seem to care whether she was around or not. It’s sad really, but what can you do?

Bakugou walked into the room and saw a tuff of blonde hair that resembled his own. He walked to his ‘mini me,’ and shook the 5 year old awake.

“Katsuo...wake up bud. C’mon.” Katsuki said in a surprisingly soft voice. He was greeted with a pair of red eyes that copied his own and he smiled down at his carbon copy. “C’mon bud, breakfast is ready.”

Katsuo sat up in bed and yawned as he rubbed one of his eyes with his tiny fist. Katsuki smiled at the cute sight. “G’morning dad!”

“Heh. Good morning bud now let’s. Go. We got a nice breakfast waiting for us,” Bakugou said as he picked up his son in his arms. Katsuo giggled in excitement as Katsuki walked down the stairs and went into the kitchen.

The two sat down at the island as they enjoyed their breakfast and Katsuki listened to his son babble on about nothing. It was a peaceful morning for the most part. Katsuki’s morning always consisted of his crazy wife being a nag but other than that, he enjoyed his mornings with his son.

“So, I have to go to work soon and Mom is gone, but Y/N is coming by in a bit to watch you.” Katsuki explained to the young boy who seemed to light up at the mention of your name.

“Y/N’s coming?! Yay!” The boy shouted. Katsuo loved you. You’ve been his babysitter for 2 years and you already had the child (and his father) wrapped around your finger. Without knowing it, you showered the boy in motherly love, something that he never really got to experience. As we already stated, Bakugou felt drawn to you as if it was love at first sight, but seeing the way you interacted with his son just sealed the deal for him.

The two continued their meal and when they were done, Katsuki had the child wash up and get ready for your arrival. He cleaned up in the kitchen and by the time he was done, you knocked on the door. Bakugou felt his heart race at the knowledge of your presence and before he ran to the door, he stopped infront of a mirror to check himself. He fixed his hair and adjusted his clothes to fit more comfortably and then ran to the door. Before opening it, he placed his hand on the knob, took a breath, and then pulled the door open to be blessed with the sight of your beauty. “Y/N! Hi!”

“Heh, hey Katsuki.” You said as you stood at the door with a smile. You weren’t dumb. You always noticed how nervous Bakugou was whenever you were around. His crush was a little obvious to you and even though you felt something for the handsome hero, you never made any advances for the man. He was married and had a kid! There’s no way any sort of relationship was happening. Luckily, a very flirtatious friendship blossomed between you two and you grew so close that you both reached a first name basis.

Y/N L/N. A beautiful woman at the pretty age of 23. She was not only beauty, but she was brains, strength, and grace. She was a fierce and charming lady who had poison on her tongue but a fluffy heart of gold. The lot of you may be thinking that a 23 year old woman should be doing more than babysitting, but Y/N is still fairly young. And besides, babysitting was just a side gig. You had an actual career and owned your own dance studio but ever since you met the Bakugous, you just couldn’t give up on the little job.

“...Umm...Katsuki. Are you gonna keep staring or are you gonna let me in?” You said with a chuckle. Bakugou embarrassingly snapped out of his trance before speaking.

“Right! Uh, come in,” he said and stepped aside for you to enter. You nodded with a smile and walked into the large home, took a seat on the soft couch and you waited for Katsuo to come down. In the meantime, Katsuki always took the opportunity to make small talk with you.

“So..how’ve you been? It’s been awhile since you came over to watch Katsuo.” Katsuki said as he took a seat that was pretty close to you.

“Yeah, sorry about that. The studio’s just been pretty hectic with more clients coming in. Even before I came here, I dropped off some choreography for a heels class that I’m teaching tonight.” You said. The mention of your upcoming class made Katsuki a little excited. Your studio commonly filmed classes to post online for publicity and when Katsuki found videos of you dancing/teaching a heels class, he couldn’t help but constantly admire the view.

“Still coulda’ came by to at least say hi or something,” he said with a gruff but obvious sarcastic voice. “S’been forever since I- I mean since Katsuo saw you.”

“Relax dummy,” you said with a giggle as you playfully slapped his arm. “I’ve only been gone a week.”

Bakugou pretended to be in pain as he placed a hand over his chest, slumped in his seat, and scrunched his face. “Ouch. Don’t remind me. Like I said, it’s been forever.”

You both laughed at his little joke as he sat up straight again. You looked around the house and after seeing a few family pictures hanging, you decided to bring up another topic. “So..where’s the Mrs.?”

“Tch. She’s out at some random party.” He said as he stretched out his neck. You raised your brow and smirked at his answer.

“Oh? Is somebody upset he got left behind?” You teased which made Bakugou cackle a bit.

“Yeah right! Like I care about that nag. She could leave for an eternity and I wouldn’t care and neither would the kid. Besides, it’d just give me the opportunity to get a little closer to you.” He said as he leaned in a little closer and you did the same.

“Oh really?” You said with a smile.

“Really.” He replied back with a face that mimicked your own. Soon enough, his hand found a place on your inner thigh and gave it a squeeze. Your lips slightly separated with a tiny gasp and Bakugou definitely took notice of that. Things would’ve continued if it wasn’t for the sudden voice of a child.

“Y/N!” Katsuo said in excitement as he took notice of you on the couch. You and Bakugou jumped and quickly separated before the child could even get an idea of what was about to happen. You were quick to stand and greet the small boy as you crouched down to his level and gave him a hug.

“Hi Katsuo!” You said with your award winning smile. Katsuki watched from the couch as Katsuo went on and on about all the things he wanted to do today and the only thing that appeared in his head was a new family picture but with you in it instead of Leiko.

“Alright bud,” Bakugou said as he got up from the couch, walking to the two. “I gotta get to work but enjoy your day with Y/N, okay? And be good.” Bakugou said as he ruffled his boy’s blonde hair.

“I’m always good, dad!” The boy pouted as he swatted away his father’s hand. You laughed at their interaction and Bakugou chuckled before kissing the crown of his son’s head and walking to the front door.

“Bye Katsuo!” He said from the exit. You walked him to the exit and before he left he turned to you. He checked to make sure his son wasn’t watching before making his move. He grabbed your chin with his fingers to make you face him and softly spoke. “And I’ll see you later tonight, beautiful.”

You smiled and rolled your eyes at his compliment then said your thanks. You expected him to leave after that and so you tried to walk back to Katsuo but before you could, Katsuki pulled your wrist, grabbed your chin again, and pecked your cheek before exiting and slamming the door shut. You stood with a shocked expression as you felt blood rush to your cheeks.

Although you knew you felt something special for Katsuki, you knew he was married. And you weren’t no homewrecker! Even though some may see it as a harmless little peck on the cheek, you couldn’t help but feel guilty for his growing affections towards you. You sighed a bit before calming down and walking to the blonde boy waiting for you in the living room. You were going to enjoy your time with Katsuo but the return of his father stirred up a little confusion in your chest.

—

Hours passed. When you arrived it was 9:30 a.m. Now, it’s 10:00 p.m., and you expected Bakugou to be home soon. You didn’t really expect to see Leiko. Whenever Katsuki mentioned she was out partying, she never came back while you were around. It’s not that she was purposely avoiding you, she just tend to stay out into late hours of the night.

Katsuo was supposed to be in bed half an hour ago but his puppy eyes got the best of you and so you stayed up an extra hour to watch a quick movie with him. In the middle of the screening, he fell asleep on you and so you turned off the T.V and carried him to bed. After tucking him in, you walked away but felt a tug on your arm. Your turned to see Katsuo with sleepy eyes staring up at you. “Yes Katsuo?”

“Sing me to sleep again. Please Y/N,” the sweet boy asked. You smiled down at him and nodded. You took a seat on his bed side as you ran your fingers through his soft, spiked, blonde hair and sang.

As you sung Katsuo to sleep, you didn’t even notice the front door opening. Katsuki walked in feeling a little excited to see Y/N again but when he walked through the door he heard an angelic voice. He placed his bag down and followed the sound into his son’s room. Once he made it there, he stood in the doorway and listened to your voice and watched as you sung his child to sleep.

Your calming voice sent a blush to Katsuki’s face as he smiled and watched. Your voice was like honey. Smooth and sweet. The way you took care of Katsuo filled Katsuki with a type of happiness he never experienced before. He notice you ran your fingers through his son’s hair and Katsuki couldn’t help but feel a little envious of his own child.

“Don’t go away, stay another day~”

You finished the song and smiled as you saw Katsuo finally asleep. You leaned down and pecked his forehead before getting up to leave his room. As you looked towards the doorway, you jumped at the sight of Katsuki’s tall figure leaning against the frame.

“Katsuki, hey. I didn’t even realize you came home. How was work?” You asked. Your question made Katsuki smile, as it was similar to something a wife would ask her husband after a long day. It was something Katsuki never got to experience, even though he was already married. He smiled at you with kind eyes before tilting his head to signal you to follow him. You smiled softly and nodded as you followed Katsuki down the stairs.

—

For the past hour you and Katsuki had been laughing and talking. You followed Katsuki into the kitchen where he made you both some tea where you then both found seats in the living room. There, you talked some more and you both enjoyed the private company. Eventually, Katsuki grew bold and walked back into the kitchen and returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Heh, real smooth Romeo.” You teased and Bakugou chuckled as he rolled his eyes as sat down. You both picked up another conversation and eventually reached your second glass.

“Thanks for always taking care of Katsuo the way you do, Y/N.” Bakugou said with a slight blush. And it wasn’t just the alcohol causing it.

“What do you mean?” You asked, your face holding a similar blush for the same reasons. Safe to say you were both a little tipsy tonight. Not drunk but filled with a little liquid courage.

“I don’t know..like a mom?” His words caught your attention and your gaze encouraged him to continue. “Katsuo..doesn’t have the greatest mom in the world. I think everybody knows that. Honestly, if she wasn’t around at all, Katsuo wouldn’t even know the difference. But you? You’re like the mother he never got....the mother he should’ve got.”

You felt a growing heat flow in your face and you smiled at the sweet compliment. You can’t lie, sometimes you did see Katsuo as your son. You didn’t have kids but you always wanted some. Having Katsuo around was like having a son of your own. “Awe, thanks Katsuki.”

“You shouldn’t thank me, it’s just insane how you’re the actual definition of perfect.” He said before taking a sip of wine.

“Stop it,” you said and playfully hit his arm again. You both put your glasses down and he laughed a bit before continuing.

“No, I’m serious. I mean, c’mon you’re beautiful, smart, kind, sassy,” he began.

“Yeah..and,” you said as you both began to face each other.

“You’re great with kids, you’re good at everything, you have a steady career, you have a passion,” he continued.

“Mhmm..” you said while smiling at his words. You shuffled a little bit closer to him on the couch and Bakugou smiled when he noticed.

“...You��re perfect Y/N.” He focused his gaze on you as he became entranced with your E/C eyes. He leaned in close and you did the same. “...You’re the perfect one for me.”

At those words, you both closed the gap between you two and kissed. Your lips were pressed together for a few seconds before you both pulled away for the same amount of time. During that time, Bakugou kept his lips hovering over yours before pecking your lips a few times and then giving you a real, passionate kiss. Due to the small amount of alcohol in your system you happily returned it. Your hands found way into his hair and his found home on your waist. When you took a small breath, Bakugou slipped his tongue in and you both fought for dominance. In the heat of the moment, Bakugou carried you to sit on his lap and you followed his lead. Your tongues continued to tangle as Bakugou’s hands caressed your body.

They moved down to the hill of your ass and gave it a firm squeeze. You moaned into the kiss and it was music to his ears. Almost as good as the sweet lullaby you sang an hour ago. Soon enough, his hands traveled under your shirt and bra to fondle your plush breast. This made you let go of the kiss and throw your head back as you released soft moans. Bakugou didn’t stop and went into kiss your neck. He left sweet pecks before he left a few hickeys. His mouth moved around your neck before he found your sweet spot, earning a needy sound from you. Bakugou began nipping at the spot and licking the soft skin. His actions caused your hands to tug at his hair and made your hips naturally grind against his center. This made Bakugou groan as he gently layed you on your back on the couch. His body found way in between your legs as he separated from your neck and took notice of your flushed face. He smirked at the sight and his eyes traveled to your shirt, where his hands were hidden under. Deciding to change that, his hands left your valley of breast to push your shirt and bra up to expose your chest.

“Beautiful...” was what he whispered before going in to take one of your mounds in his mouth. You gasped and squealed at the sensation of his mouth covering one breast and his hand massaging the other. Bakugou continued to mark up your chest, leaving love bites and bruises all over.

“Ngh...Katsuki..” you whined. Both your centers began to grind against each other as the two of you were pretty much dry humping one another. Bakugou bit at your nipple, causing you to squirm.

“Easy Princess, I got you. Daddy’s got you, Love.” He said as he used both hands to rub soothing motions into your bare waist. You settled as Katsuki kissed a trail back up to your neck and whispered into your ear. “I’m gonna take such good care of you tonight, Y/N.”

His hand glided off your chest, down your stomach and down your pants. His movements had the wetness between your legs growing and his husky voice definitely didn’t calm it down. His hands slid into your panties and his finger took a swipe at your slick.

“So wet...and it’s all for me..right baby?” He smirked against your cheek.

“Y-Yes Katsuki!” You said as you attempted to grind against his hand before Katsuki pulled it away.

“Try again,” he said with a seductive tone. You were confused on what he meant but you were growing so desperate for a touch. His touch. So your mind began to scramble and think. Master? No. Sir? No. Senpai? Hell no.

“..Daddy.” You softly said. You watched as Bakugou’s smirk grew before he kissed your cheek in approval.

“Good girl.” His finger soon returned to your center and after running it up and down a few times, he slowly pushed two in. You gasped at his thick length as Bakugou pumped his hand in and out of you. Wanting to test the waters a bit more, he slid in a third finger as he picked up the speed a bit.

“O-Oh my god!” Your hips began to grind against his hand and Bakugou curled his fingers. “Fuck!”

“Feel good, baby?” Bakugou asked as he began to grind against the underside of your thigh. Your lower body began to slightly shake as his fingers reached a sensitive spot.

“Yes Daddy!” You cried out. You felt the coil in your stomach tightening, signaling a familiar sensation to almost be reached. Growing more riled up and wanting more room on the couch, Bakugou began to throw the decor pillows off the couch. The pillows flew around the living room knocking a few things over, including the family picture. The sound reached your ears and the sight of the broken frame snapped you out of your pleasured state. Your eyes grew wide as you finally came to and realized what you were doing. “Ngh, no!”

You pushed Katsuki off of you and pulled your shirt back down to cover yourself back up. Bakugou looked at you in shock and confusion as he watched you sit up and settle down. “Y/N...?”

Your hands covered your face for a second before rubbing at your temples for a bit. “No, I- ..*sigh* I’m so sorry Katsuki.”

“Uh..no..I-..I guess that was my fault. I’m sorry I just...”

“Ugh..no. Katsuki it’s not that.”

“I just thought you..felt the same way,” he said as he sat back and rubbed the back of his neck.

“No, Katsuki I do, really, it’s just...”

“So then..why’d you stop?” He asked as he looked at you with a nervous and awkward smile.

“Katsuki..you’re married. I’m sorry, I really like you but..I just can’t bring myself to come onto someone who is already in a relationship.” You explained.

‘Wow. She really is a perfect person,’ Bakugou thought to himself. “Y/N, if that’s the problem then don’t worry about it. I don’t even love Leiko, much less like that bitch.” Bakugou moved in to wrap his arm around your waist but you pushed it away.

“So then why are you still with her?” You asked. Katsuki smirked at your words and laughed a little.

“S’a good question,” he said. Right after those words left his mouth, keys could be heard opening the door and in came the bitch herself.

“What’s a good question?” Leiko said as she looked around. She took notice of yours and Katsuki’s presence on the couch, along with the bottle of wine and empty, used glasses. “Well? Is somebody going to explain? What was the question?” Leiko asked as she walked into the house, closing the front door.

Bakugou smiled at you with full eye contact before standing up and facing his wife. “Why am I still with you?”

Leiko raised a brow at the question and her anger began to boil. “What?” She sternly asked.

“Why am I still with you? I don’t love you, I don’t like you, I only stayed with you because we had Katsuo, our child which you don’t even love. In fact, the only thing you do love is my money, or more so, money in general, and yourself. You’re a conceited ass bitch who’s just taking up space in my life. You’re suffocating Katsuo and I by just existing and you’re holding the title of my wife, a title that Y/N should have. So why the fuck am I still with you?” Bakugou said with a stern voice.

“You-...You’re with me because I’m the mother of your child.” Leiko said with hesitation in her voice.

“Are you? Because you’re never around to be a mother for him. Katsuo doesn’t even care whether you’re here or not. Your presence in the house doesn’t make a damn difference. If anything, Y/N’s more of a mother to Katsuo than you.” Bakugou replied.

You grew uncomfortable with the situation and made an attempt to leave. “Umm..I think I should go-“

“No,” Bakugou began. “You’re staying. I want you to see this thing through to the end, beautiful.”

“Beautiful?! The only woman you should be calling beautiful is your wife Katsuki!” Leiko complained. “Not that slut!”

Now you were a uncomfortable but you were not no slut and you definitely didn’t take shit from nobody. “Excuse me?” You said with attitude but before you could continue, Bakugou intervened.

“Call her a slut again and I’ll blow your ass to bits. Let’s not forget, you had the title of a whore before being called my wife.” Bakugou said with the intent to cause pain.

“Well I may have been a whore but at least I never cheated, which is what I’m sure you were planning on doing with her if I hadn’t come home.” Leiko said.

“You’re damn right I was! Lucky for you, Y/N’s a good person so nothing actually went down but if she gave me the chance, please fucking believe I’d take it in a heartbeat. Matter of fact, if she gave me the chance to wife her up and make her Katsuo’s new mom I’d do that in a heartbeat too.” Bakugou said while looking at you. You felt your heart speed up a little due to his confession but you turned your head to the side to hide your growing blush. Bakugou smirked at the sight before Leiko interrupted.

“What the hell are you trying to say?!” Leiko asked with anger.

“I’m saying I don’t love or like you and I never did! And after 2 years of getting to know Y/N after falling for her at first sight, I can finally fucking say that I’m in love with somebody and it’s her!” Bakugou turned to face you as his wife’s jaw dropped. “Y/N, I’m fucking in love with you. Alright? I have been for the past 2 years already, ever since I met you. And to the bitch behind me,” Bakugou said and turned to face Leiko. “If it wasn’t already obvious, we’re getting a divorce.”

Leiko was fuming as her face grew red with anger. She began laughing in disbelief. “Hah, fine! Fine whatever! Like I give a fuck! Y/N you can have him and the damn kid! I never wanted him anyway! The damn brat just gave me an excuse to keep Bakugou’s fat wallet around. But when you come crawling back, don’t expect me to say yes Katsuki!”

“Well don’t expect me to come crawling back, ‘cause if I’m able to get Y/N to give me a chance, then I won’t be needing anyone else except for her and my son. You can get the fuck out now. I’ll send you your shit and the divorce papers to wherever the fuck you decide to stay.” Bakugou said as he gestured to the door. Leiko screamed some more nonsense that nobody payed attention to and finally walked out the door and slammed it shut.

Silence rang throughout the house for a few minutes after the official split between the toxic couple. Bakugou turned to face you with a small smile as he stood infront of you.

“Well?” He asked.

“Heh, well what?” You asked with a laugh.

“I uh..heh, it wasn’t the way I wanted to tell you but I got my confession out...” Bakugou took a seat next to you and took hold of your hand. He brought it up to his lips, placing a peck to your knuckles before speaking. “..I love you Y/N. I know I do..and I know this might be a bad time to ask considering what just went down-“

“Uh, yeah. A really bad time,” you said with a little giggle.

“Right but umm..do you...how do you feel about me?” He asked with a nervous pulse beating throughout his body. He had to know. Do you love him just for his looks? Did you just want to fuck? Did you actually feel something towards him?

You smiled before using your other hand to grab hold of Katsuki’s shoulder and pulled him in for a sweet kiss. Katsuki’s body jumped in excitement but his hands were quick to hold onto your waist. This kiss was sweet and loving and lasted for some time before you pulled back. You smiled at the blonde as he looked at you with anticipating eyes.

“I love you too Katsuki.” Before you could even process anything, Katsuki had already pounced on you and pinned you to the couch in a hug. He had his arms wrapped around your waist as he tucked his head in the crevasse of your neck.

“God, I’ve been waiting years to hear you say those words.” Bakugou said before he began covering your face in thousands of loving kissed. You giggled at the ticklish and loving feeling and just smiled as you allowed Katsuki to show you his love.

—

Time passed and you and Katsuki stayed cuddled up on the couch. Nothing sexual, nothing nasty, just pure love induced cuddle time. Eventually, the late hours of the night exposed themselves and so you had to go.

“Katsuki, get up,” you said in a soft voice.

“No.” You laughed at his quick reply and began to push at his body to get him off.

“C’mon Katsuki seriously. I have to go home!” You said with another laugh.

“No. Katsuo and I are your new home.” He said, making his body become dead weight to stop you from going.

“Oof! Katsuki!! C’mon!” You whined out with a chuckle. Katsuki laughed with you but you kept trying. “You both are my new home, but my old home has comfy pjs for me to sleep in.”

“I can give you one of my shirts to sleep in. You’d look so amazing in them, princess.” He said with a smile as he imagined how you’d look prancing around in his clothes. It wasn’t the first time he thought about it but just knowing it was so close to becoming true sent butterflies all over his body.

“C’mon Katsuki. You already made me miss my class, the least you could do is let me go back to my apartment.” You said. Bakugou raised his head to look at you with a grin plastered on his face.

“You stayed on your own free will. S’not my fault you love talking to me. Let’s not forget what happened after our long talk too,” Bakugou said, hinting at your scandalous acts with him before you stopped anything else from happening. You rolled your eyes at his words before he spoke up again. “Matter of fact, maybe we should pick up where we left off,” he said and began kissing your cheek.

“Noooo, Katsuki, seriously. I’m tired, I just want to sleep.” You said with a smile.

“So sleep here,” he bargained. You looked at him with a raised brow, silently asking him to go on. “I was serious about having you stay over. You can sleep in my shirt and we can both fall asleep in the guest room.”

“Both of us in the guest room?” You questioned.

“Yeah. I’d let you sleep in my room but I’m not letting that bitch’s leftover presence contaminate you.” You laughed at his insults but allowed him to continue. “And yes both of us. I’m not going to sleep without my princess in my arms.”

You couldn’t lie, the sound of falling asleep in Katsuki’s arms in his clothes was pretty tempting. After taking a look at Katsuki and seeing the same puppy eyes that Katsuo was able to persuade you with, you gave in.

“Fine.”

“Yes!” Bakugou said with a fist in the air as he cuddled in closer.

—

Bakugou finally let you go and allowed you to take a shower. While you were in there, he took a quick drive to the corner store and bought some compression shorts for you. When he returned he left one of his shirts and a pair of the compression shorts for you on the guest bed as he went to get ready for bed in his own room. You walked into the guest room and saw the shorts and shirt and put them on. You looked in the mirror and noticed the shorts weren’t even noticeable considering their tiny length and the large size of Katsuki’s shirt. While staring at yourself, Katsuki walked in wearing nothing but gray sweats. He took a glance at you and was drooling over your body in his clothes.

“...Wow,” he whispered but you heard. You turned to face him and smiled. You walked to him and wrapped you arms around his neck.

“Hey Suki, ready for bed?” You said. Bakugou smiled at the new name as a small blush dusted over his cheeks.

“Suki?”

“New name for you. Like it?” You asked.

“Love it.” He said and pecked your lips before picking you up and carrying you to the bed. He dropped you onto the soft mattress and flopped on top of you. You both laughed a little before getting under the blankets and cuddling up against each other again.

Time passed and Katsuki felt at peace finally with you in his arms. Like the missing part of him was finally filled in. You were so happy and felt so loved in the safety of his arms. Staying the night was definitely worth it.

“I’m so glad Y/N. I love you so much and I’ve wanted you for so long.” He said with your head tucked under his chin. You smiled at his words and nuzzled into his chest.

“Well congrats Katsuki. ‘Cause now, you have me.” Katsuki kissed the crown of your head before falling asleep. And when he woke up that morning to find you in the kitchen with Katsuo on your hip as you made breakfast, he smiled with a full heart as he walked to you both and remembered your words.

“You have me.”

A/N: Hey y’all, for a better experience with the story, I do recommend clicking the link where Y/N sang to Katsuo. I put two links in the story. The heels class and Y/N’s singing, (which is from Rio 2, Jewel’s lullaby) Don’t judge me, that’s the best lullaby ever😂 If you don’t know what a heels class is in dancing, it is basically...dancing with heels😂 Umm...yeah. THE ENDING IS SO RUSHED, IM SO SORRY!

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