#long as it doesn’t spoil anything hehe

[zero-braincells-left]

actual clone omori au thing

(i spent way too long on this for it to. look like that but okay)

(@alex-just-vibing :3)

(next thing below)

[You see your friend VILING leaning against a tree nearby. You wonder where UNJUST is, normally he’d be next to her. Maybe you should go ask.]

1/?

[dwaekkicidal]

Thoughts on daddy Jeongin?

wait why have i never thought about this…

warnings: gn!reader, exhibitionism, mean dom + brat taming on the last few paragraphs

posting this because the Changbin worship is taking me a little longer than I thought..

so im a firm believer that jeongin is STILL a menace to this day. like we all know he was a little shithead growing up, but i think the way skz spoils him just made that side of him come back out. especially with the video of him literally choking seungmin and nobody batting an eye (also him stopping the SECOND he saw the camera pointed at them??? yeah keep trying to put up that 'innocent' mask. i see through ur lies mfer), I genuinely don't think he's as innocent as they make him out to be lol

anywhooooo back to Daddy Jeongin..

I think in general Daddy Jeongin is sickly sweet with you even in public. He doesn’t hesitate to buy you items he sees you looking at for longer than a few seconds at a store or just random things he thinks you would like. He takes you out on dates when you least expect it and always has a little gift prepared for you for these dates. I also think he would LOVE to dress you up/pick out your outfits every day if you'd let him, and even more so for dates so you two can match.

"Today we're going to [insert restaurant]! I bought you a new outfit for it and everything~"

I think he's one to keep PDA to a minimum (besides hand holding). UNLESS you ask nicely or there is a person who is very obviously interested in you and is 'unaware' of your relationship. Then, Daddy Jeongin is going a liiiiittle unhinged. They want to play dumb? He'll play absolutely brainless. I'm talking straight up shoving a hand into your pants or up your shirt, grabbing a handful and making you squirm as the person watches. Will not hesitate to walk up to you and interrupt your conversation with that person just to shove his tongue down your throat <3

"I don't give a fuck if it made them uncomfortable. You're mine."

I think in bed Daddy Jeongin would be super inexperienced at first if you're his first lover. Shaky hands hesitantly trailing along your body along your body and soft but hungry hip thrusts for the first few times. But!!!! I'm a firm believer in Fast Learner!Skz so it won't take him long to learn your body and what you do or don't like. So much so that once he proves himself right time and time again, he starts to be a cocky little shit about it.

"I know it 's good. Daddy just knows you too well, baby. And I know *this* feels good too, right? Haha"

Daddy Jeongin definitely invites one (or more hehe) of his hyungs to fuck you open >< Allowing them to fuck any and all of your holes all while he controls the scene, the pace, and where they cum. I think the ego this would give him would be nuts… It would hover in the air around him for weeks, ESPECIALLY if it’s one of the guys that he respects/looks up to the most (I’m thinking Chris, Min, and maybe Seungmin).

"You're doing so good for us baby, you're taking Min so well. He's gonna keep fucking you nice and roughly and if you keep it up and maybe you'll get both of us."

I think he loves a brat (obviously at the right times) so he has an excuse to prove why he's the dominant one. I think he'd have 2 very similar ways of dealing with brats, I won't make a separate post about it like I did with Chris but I'll still explain some of it. The default way Daddy Jeongin deals with one is by being a huge brat back and matching your energy. You push his buttons, he pushes your buttons. You test his boundaries, he’ll test yours. Has a whole stubborn ass "anything you can do, I can do better" attitude and won't stop until you give up and submit first. Not afraid to edge both of your for hours if that's what it takes for you to fold.

"You ready to say sorry? Mmm that's too bad. I was looking forward to letting you cum tonight."

2nd way Daddy Jeongin deals with a brat is full Mean dom. You push the right wrong buttons at the right wrong times and he won't show any mercy. How can he when he learned how to be a mean dom from the best! (Seungmin) So when you talk back, have too much attitude, and/or any other way you manage to piss him off; you are getting a big hand wrapped tightly around your neck or long fingers shoved down your throat to shut you up. Edges both of you here too but will end up cumming inside you before you get to finish and threatens to leave you like that if you don't say sorry. OR will overstimulate you until you're actually sobbing and squirming so much that he threatens to tie you down.

"Maybe if you didn't act like a bitch I would be more willing to give you a break. Now shut up and take it." >.<

Daddy Jeongin who isn’t afraid to punish or discipline you in front of his hyungs. If you piss him off at practice he WILL make you kneel right then and there, in front of all the members and any staff, and will make you apologize. Tangles a hand in your hair, maybe even shoving a few fingers down your throat, and makes you grovel. Also I think if you catch him at the wrong time, he'll threaten to fuck you right then and there (and will actually go through with it depending on who is there and if he's actually mad enough).

“Aw.. you’re embarrassed they’re watching? Good, maybe you’ll learn your fucking lesson this time. Now apologize or I'll edge you on my dick for the next week.”

Continuing a little on that last paragraph, I think he would enjoy bringing in Seungmin (AND) or Minho to 'help' him tame you when you're a brat. It's definitely something that would have to be talked about with all parties, but if everyone agrees to it then you're in for some insane sessions. If you piss him off in the practice room and the people in there just so happen to be Seungmin and Minho, just know you're fucked <3

[fungusgnat444]

König being desperate for escort reader :(

Couldn’t stop thinking about this so i had to burden y’all with my brain rot. NSFW, angst kinda?, desperate touch starved König, he’s kinda subby hehe, afab fem reader, sugar daddy/pay pig shit if you squint, mentions of anxiety and poor self worth, implied size difference, oral f receiving, piv sex (no mentions of protection but always wrap it up y’all), begging, no german apart from schatz, big pp, decryphilia kinda? (He cries because you taste good lol), i think thats it. Let me know if i missed anything

he’s so nervous the first time you meet. Always asking for permission and being so gentle and needy. He’s been lonely for so long, of course you’ll let him bury his face between your soft pillowy tits after he’s begged so politely, won’t you, schatz? Just sits you in his lap and snuggles deep in your chest while he thanks you again and again and tells you how precious you are :(. And his poor neglected cock is so so hard the whole time, throbbing against your plump ass. He whimpers so sweetly every time it pulsates. But he won’t let you touch it because he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. He just paws and gropes at your pretty little body all night until he falls asleep between your tits. Leaving you so wet and needy, squirming against him but the stupid man is fast asleep, mumbling incoherent shit in german :(

He has more money than he knows what to do with so he spends it all on spoiling his favourite call girl. Sometimes just takes you to the mall and gives you his card to spend on whatever you want. All the poor boy wants is to hold your hand the whole time while you waste all his money. Blushing whenever you buy something extra expensive. “Are you sure that’s all you want, schatz?”, he's just so desperate to please you. Always carrying all your bags, following you around like an oversized puppy dog, getting so sad whenever you say that you’re done shopping. Gets so painfully hard when you try on all your new clothes for him :( poor thing doesn’t know what to do with himself.

takes him several meetings to touch you properly but once he finally does he’s a fucking mess. Lapping at your sweet little cunt so greedily while his eyes fill with tears. Your poor clit gets so sore and sensitive from his needy tongue. He’ll go at it for hours until you're quivering and whimpering. You try to pull him away by his curly ginger hair. But he gets so whiny and looks up at you with the most desperate, pleading eyes. Begging you for just a little longer. He always makes such a mess :( won’t give you his big stupid cock until you’re practically begging him. But he just can’t stand the thought of disappointing you.

insists that you ride him because he's so scared he’ll hurt you. He’s so ridiculously big your poor little pussy can’t take him all. There’s always at least an inch sticking out of you while he's whimpering and sobbing into your tits. You’re so full you barely have the strength to bounce on him. He holds your hips and helps you move up and down while he apologises so desperately for hurting you (don’t worry he’s not, he just feels so bad for your poor little body. He feels so disgusting and weak :( ) Just can’t stop himself from sucking on your tits so greedily while you mewl so weakly into his neck. He loses all knowledge of the English language when he’s inside you. You never know what the hell he’s saying but he can’t stop himself from babbling.

[livelaughlovesubs]

do you write for nanami? if you do, i have a req :3

au where hes still with us (sniffles) and being a sorcerer is more of an on-the-side thing, and he's like an overworked office middle class guy whos also a wizard on the lowkey. sometimes he works so much he even forgets his birthday. but you didn't. ohhh no you did not. you're at home patiently waiting for him, and all you want is to spoil him for the night because he deserves it!! he deserves to just be taken care of, given the care he needs, maybe a little overstim in the process, but it's all with good intentions... (right?)

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG OMG 😭😭

anyway...... requesting a sub!nanami x softdom!female!reader with a little overstim <3 (out here exposing my service dom fantasies)

idk if you do emoji anons, but if you do can i be 🎱 anon? tysm!! i love your works and i hope your have a lovely day/night :) <333

So taking care of nanami on his birthday? Consider it done. Also welcome 🎱 anon, I’m happy about all my new anons ^^

Dom!reader x sub!nanami

Warning: blow job (reader giving), teasing, marking - hickeys, fluff, use of pet names

Hands moving across the table, reaching for the dirty porcelain. The sound of plates being stacked could be heard, and you swiftly placed the dishes on the counter. Nanami tried to help, carrying the cake over to the refrigerator, though you stopped him. “Let me do it, it’s your birthday today! You are forbidden from working.” You declared, snatching whatever he was holding away and putting it in its rightful place yourself. “My birthday isn’t that important, just let me help.” He was such a gentleman, but you still stayed stubborn. Today was his birthday, yet he still went to work, he even did overtime. That’s not acceptable, at least now you should lift some burden off his shoulder.

Right, that was your plan. To take care of him, make him feel loved and happy. Also most importantly, not let him do any chores. Even if it doesn’t look like that, he also has to rest. You really adored him which is why you wished he’d take care of himself some more, and have a mesmerising birthday of course. So why did he look so troubled? You told him not to help. Instead of relaxing he looks uncomfortable or awkward. Just sitting there, watching you do it all. Seems like this part failed a little.. then it’s time to move onto the next one.

Still determined to make him enjoy himself, you brought him to your shared bedroom after watching a movie. “Could you please sit down, my dear?” You asked him, while slowly stripping your clothes. Until you were only in your undergarments. In the meantime the Blondie sat down, a slightly hesitant look on his face. He wasn’t sure what to do, since you’ve been taking everything upon yourself the entire time. His hands wandered to his belt, gaze never leaving your body. Before he could get rid of his belt, he felt your hands on top of his, stopping him gently. “Leave it all to me, alright?”

Nanami felt really embarrassed now. What was he, a kid? Why would he need help undressing himself? Despite his inner turmoil, he still let you do whatever you wanted. It looked like you planned all of this just for him, thus he’ll try to play along. The last thing he’d want is to inconvenient you. Slowly you pulled his belt out, then your fingers wandered up to his collar. He felt a slight tug as you pulled on his tie, untying the knot. Then you gently, and carefully unbuttoned his deep blue shirt. You were only focused on him, and nothing else, pupils glancing at his face every now and then. A smile spread across your features when you saw him furrowing his brows. “You can take off those glasses now.” You whispered, one hand reaching for his cheeks, caressing him while the other still held his dress shirt. His own hand moved upwards and took them off, placing them on the nightstand.

“Such beautiful eyes, don’t hide them from me all the time, hehe.” “I’m not hiding anything from you.” You sure hoped that was the case, considering how he thinks most of the stuff happening at work isn’t worth mentioning. Now that that was out of the picture, you resumed your previous antics, opening one button after another. Soon it revealed his muscular body, and you couldn’t help but stare. You have always loved everything about him, from the head to toes. Yet right now you were sure his torso was your favourite. How beautiful his skin was, as well as the little, barely visible scars from battles; or his firm chest with those cute nipples.

You moved your face closer to his, hands on his pecs now as you kissed him, locking your lips with his. His lips were soft and you were like in a trance when you kissed him. Before he got to enjoy it you pulled back, grinning from ear to ear. It was way too short for him, but he didn’t complain, he could never get mad at you. Afterwards you started kissing his neck. So carefully and tender, that it felt like a feather brushing over his skin, it was almost ticklish. His breath sharpened by a notch when you started groping his chest, squeezing that place with your fingers. In between kisses and smooches, you made sure to whisper into his ear, showering him with compliments. “I’m so glad to have you, my handsome and beautiful boy.” This continued for a bit, and soon his entire collarbone area was covered by red spots. Some hickeys were on his torso too. “You look gorgeous right now.” you commented on those trails of marks you left behind, before fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

You didn’t strip him entirely naked, only enough that you get to touch him wherever. Pulling his pants and underwear down a little to free his cock. He groaned a little when you wrapped your hand around his shaft, rubbing the part that is connected to his pelvis. “Y/n, darling.. don’t tease today.” Immediately your attention wandered to him again, shushing him with your finger as you said, “don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, I’ll make you feel good today.” A light chuckle, then you played with his tip. The adoration you had for him was genuine, and visible in your eyes.

The way you looked so confident and eager to make him feel good was so adorable in his eyes, and he just can’t help himself but fall even more. Sighting a little before it turned into a breathy moan, “uhh,..huh.” Your delicate fingers were touching all the right places, and soon he was fully erect. One of his hands was clutching the sheets, while the other reached out to your hair, stroking it gently. This surprised you a little, but it wasn’t too bad so you let him be. Then you moved lower, until your lips were inches away from his dick. You let your saliva drool down, afterwards you licked his tip as a tease. “Hmm- i told you not to tease.” “Oh? Guess i forgot that then~” an adorable giggle followed, coming from you. He was truly lucky to have you here with him.

While he was still admiring the relationship you two have build, you took him into your mouth and sucked. Trying your best to avoid any teeth and using your tongue to roll it over his tip. “Ughh- haa..” his grip on your hair tightened. Normally you’d push his hand away, though today was a special occasion. Sweet moans and the occasional gasp spilled from his lips, eyes now clenched shut. Sometimes he’d bite his bottom lip too, to try and keep his voice down. You just continued taking more of him, using your hand to jerk off the rest that didn’t fit. “Darling.” He called out to you, but stopped mid sentence to compose himself. It was getting harder and harder to speak, or to think.

He could feel every fever of his being pulsing, his heart pounding like crazy. The blood rushed to his face and abdomen, making the rest of his limps go numb. Strength was leaving his legs and arms slowly, all while more and more pleasure flourished within him. How his body convulsed every time you licked his tip, or when the inside of your mouth clenched down on him. It felt warm and soft, so good he could feel himself getting closer to the edge.

“Ahh.. keep going, just like that.. please.” Finally he finished his sentence, pleading with you with a meek voice. You didn’t plan on stopping anyway, instead you wanted to make him beg you to stop at the end of this session. Smirking to yourself as you kept doing your own thing, enjoying the noises he’d make. Did it really feel that good? Was what you would have liked to ask, but this is fine too. As long as your lovely boyfriend looks ecstatic and full of bliss, you were content too. Out of nowhere his grip righted by a lot, enough to make it hurt for you. He mumbled apologies while saying, “ah.. I’m clo-close.. haa, sorry., darling…”

What a lucky boy. If today was any other day you would have punished him. Fine, guess you were going to be especially merciful with him. You didn’t mind the slight sting his tug brought you, mouth and hands still working on bringing him over the edge. He let go of your hair in the last minute and clasped it over his mouth. A silent moan left him, then a repressed groan followed. “Nghhnmmm…!! Ahhh..ugh..” his voice was beautiful, you could listen to him all day. Even though his hand wasn’t in your hair anymore, you still didn’t move away. Letting him cum in your mouth, before you finally moved back. When your lips left his dick you made a wet slurping sound, then swallowed everything he offered to you. “Delicious~” you smiled innocently as if you didn’t just make him see heaven.

Suddenly he moved closer to you, sitting up and hands grabbing your cheeks now. “Nanami? Is something?” You wondered, but that curiosity soon got replaced by shock and a joyful feeling you haven’t felt for a while. He kissed your forehead, cupping your face with his hands as he whispered, “I’m glad i can spend my birthday with you.” All while smiling so tenderly, with a calmness and warmth that was unfamiliar to you. Only sometimes he’d get emotional enough to be like this, and whenever he did, you couldn’t help but fall in love with him all over again. “Happy birthday, nanami.”

[miyacults]

begging on my hands and knees for a sequel to the daddy gojo fic but w sugu please please please

a/n: my dear nonnie this is less than u actually deserve but i hope it fuels the stsg daddy agenda im pushing here.

violet, blue, green, red to keep me out… i win.

( ft. suguru geto. )

Suguru’s nowhere near salvation—soul too damned to expect something else—yet his heart aches, breaks, and cries blood at the mere thought of not deserving you. He might have made a path down the cursed side of being a Sorcerer with Satoru next to him, making the best of his efforts on keeping you away from that devilish facade of his you haven’t seen yet, and although he’s the one to blame when you finally do, well—he can’t hide anymore. That’s the price that comes with being one of the Strongests.

< part one.

wc: 3k (proofread? probably not)

cw: [ 18+ explicit content minors dni ] technically this is part two of a gojo fic (linked above) but can be read individually so no biggie. fem reader (female bodied). teacher!suguru meaning he did not deflect here okay, we’re living a happy life away from the pain. first one was gojo action so this is for geto action only but poly satosugu is clearly implied, that’s the whole point of this basically hehe. daddy kink and daddy dynamic so be very careful! minimal to no prep. unprotected sex. p in v sex. mentions of blood. mentions of death. these two pamper reader too much so reader’s a little spoiled but in the good way. geto is a sweet pretty much. if i forgot anything to put here lemme know. enjoy! <3~

From time to time, Suguru wonders about his soul in genuine distress. Perhaps out of guilt and worry and only in moments like these—well past midnight with bloodied nuckles and heavy footsteps echoing through thin walls, dragging himself up the stairs of the palatial home he and Satoru bought together, with nothing but a familiar sense of anxiety building in his chest. But it’s not like his personal cup of remorse is filled with all the haunting thoughts of the bad things he has done and seen in his life thanks to his sinister line of work, or as if such awful thoughts could actually pull some strings within his untainted heart—because that’s far from being the case.

It’s just—it’s just who he is. The blessing and the curse of being a Sorcerer, of swallowing venom as a whole to save the lives of those who live an ignorant bliss.

White marble stains in scarlet as he approaches his bedroom in silence, mind reflecting on the fact that things should be good now, that everything’s fine and danger has been erased. Any man in love would have handled the situation in the exact way he did, wouldn’t they? He wonders about this, too, quite frequently, and he hates to admit that the question lingers on his brain for far too long for his own liking. It makes him dread the fact that he’s not doing a good job in taking care of you.

Yet it doesn’t matter, as Suguru already knows the answer better than anyone—and he doesn’t qualify much for the kind-hearted-person term (or so he’s been thinking since the last blossom of his youth and the tragedies that showered his naive teen years catches him off guard). But he really doesn’t want to either, because then that would mean that he can’t successfully protect the thing he cares about the most in the world. And he can’t let that happen.

But the look Satoru shoots at him as soon as he opens his bedroom door and finds him sitting comfortably in the wide couch—awaiting his return, as usual—has him breathing correctly again, mind turning back from unwanted ideas that bother him to no end.

“You got busy tonight, huh,” Satoru murmurs quietly, head lolling to the side while scanning his best friend’s tired figure.

“I took care of the scum,”

“And didn’t invite?”

Suguru’s lips turn into a devious smirk, heavy body finally falling between the many soft pillows his large bed has.

“Princess was so upset, needed you to stay by her side,” he resolves quite calmly, dried blood forcing a horrid contrast to his charming features. “If I’m not there to hold her, then you must,”

There’s a silent warning to his words, and Satoru doesn’t have to make an effort to catch it immediately. He already knows it by heart, he always has—he always will.

“She couldn’t stop crying for over an hour anyway,” he ends up retorting sharply instead, hoarse voice weighing a tone of suppressed anger. “Hope you gave the bastard a merciless death,”

How couldn’t he after what he did to you?

The day had started quiet, tranquil—the week itself abnormally peaceful for them. Maybe it was the fleeing summer coercing the unpleasant job of Sorcerers into days of calm, long work hours slowing down and making them believe they couldn’t relax a little bit. So they decided that it would be a good idea to take you to that new coffee shop in Shinjuku you were dying to go lately. And it was fine, of course, you were incredible happy to be outside the walls of home as you hold hands with both them in a sea of smiley people.

Until it wasn’t.

That desolated look on your face when you found yourself trapped into the arms of some Curse User seeking vengeance towards them—Suguru memorized it, because it caused him some undescribable pain he couldn’t possibly explain even if he tried to. His heart shattered into a million tiny pieces at the sight of gleaming tears drying in your cheeks and the sound of broken sobs, garbled whimpers of their names coming out of parted lips as you held onto nothing for balance, unable to stop yourself from breaking down at the fear, the horror, the trepidation it forced your body into a shock.

He couldn’t prevent what happened after they took you back and he tried to calm you down by placing you in Satoru’s lap, hurriedly murmuring something about making it right. It’s gonna be okay, princess, you’re gonna be okay. He won’t hurt you ever again. I’m here to protect you.

Maybe—just maybe—you heard the strained tone that bathed his words in that moment. And maybe you didn’t understand it right away, or maybe you didn’t want to.

Because Suguru has always been there to make things right, and nothing else has to matter when he and Satoru are there to protect you from the dangers of the world.

Like they have devoted themselves to do.

Suguru doesn’t remember the exact time you came into his life—he doesn’t really care to, because he knows you’ve pretty much always been there. He has no idea where do his memories begin or end at, but the teary-doe look of your face has been plaguing the tissues of his brain for so long now he can’t find himself to remember a time where it hasn’t been there.

He remembers his first day at Jujutsu High, during the spring of him being fifteen and you a little less than that, when he saw you adverting everyone’s gaze as you walked behind your mother (an assistant director, of all things) towards the offices in silence—floral dress wrinkly as you seated in some chair and patiently waited for your mom to finish off her work. No complaints but with a huge pout, bored to death.

He remembers the first time Satoru made you cry by telling you you were a weak nuisance (and how he shortly laughed at that), and he remembers the sickening feeling of nausea that infected his stomach shortly after—and he remembers how it didn’t disappeared until he handed you a beverage from the machines and you smiled at him like none of them ever harmed you in the first place.

He remembers you admiring your mother’s ivory dress the day she married principal Yaga, and he remembers the way he took your hand into his to give you a little bit of courage as you and Satoru walked down the aisle side by side, carrying the rings of the newlyweds.

He remembers the winter of Satoru’s eighteenth birthday, when the white-haired man accidentally dropped a box full of the school’s Christmas decorations over you, making you trip down the stairs and hurt your ankle. He remembers the tears that stained his posh pajama pants when you shouted at him—immediately, instantly—crying out his name and seeking comfort. He also remembers the way Satoru moved around you like a lighting bolt, reaching and lifting you up in his arms before Suguru could arrive. Soothing sweet words into your ear, kissing your cheek as he darted a glare in his direction.

He remembers that they both shared the same thought at that moment, even though it was never vocalized.

He remembers how you have always made him feel this sick—as if you’re infesting his body and refusing to let him cure himself off you at all. He remembers because the feeling doesn’t really stops, never has, probably never will, and he has now grow a little too familiar with the lingering explosion of things that do make him feel alive bubbling in his chest. He’s now used to you setting his soul on fire and making him sick.

But it’s special, nonetheless. A sugary sweet method of inflicting pain—as Satoru likes to say.

Because Suguru Geto is not exactly a good person by his own perspective—but he likes to believe he’s a good man to both you and Satoru, for selfish that could be. The kind of man that puts your safety and well-being on top of anything else, the one that ensures both of your happiness above his own. He’s the type of man that allows some of his darkest desires to die in a fire, following what he believes is the right thing to do.

Suguru’s nowhere near salvation—soul too damned to expect something else—yet his heart aches, breaks, and cries blood at the mere thought of not deserving you. He might have made a path down the cursed side of being a Sorcerer with Satoru next to him, making the best of his efforts on keeping you away from that devilish facade of his you haven’t seen yet, and although he’s the one to blame when you finally do, well—he can’t hide anymore. That’s the price that comes with being one of the Strongests.

“Sugu?”

He can hear it clearly, so vivid and bright and sweet it makes him terribly sick all of a sudden. Singsong and gently voice, coated in saccharine sugar echoing through his ears as the most enthralling tone wraps around his name like a prayer, the deliberately long uttering of ‘Sugu’ forcing the curves of his lips to fall abruptly, his heart stopping without notice and an invisible punch to the guts knocking all the air out of his lungs.

“‘Toru, Daddy, where are you?”

Suguru waits—pretends he doesn’t really care as your footsteps sound closer, closer, closer, and his posture maintains, seemingly calm, apparently unbothered, somewhat bored. But, oh, Satoru knows.

Satoru knows as he sits by his side on the obsidian sectional sofa, with legs crossed and arms splayed over the border, that his best friend’s mind is going on a haze, a brand new sense of anxiety crawling under his skin like a thousand bugs eating him alive. Satoru’s almost certain, he’s sure that if he gets a little closer, the violent sounds of Suguru’s heart pounding in alarming violence against his ribs would cause him physical pain. It puts him on edge; the mere thought of his best friend’s reaction at what’s about to happen now.

If it were him, he wouldn’t care. He hadn’t care in the past, actually. Satoru has always been more than happy to let you near the side of him that glows closer to hell than heaven itself.

But Suguru is different, he thinks.

“She’s supposed to be sleeping,” Suguru stares at him blankly, a hint of irritation in his voice. “It’s long past midnight, and she gets all cranky in the morning every time she stays up,”

“She was sleeping,” Satoru stands up, a sigh sliding past his lips while moving to the bedroom door. “But you already know how she gets if she wakes up for water and is all alone in bed. She gets all needy,”

Suguru raises an eyebrow.

“And who’s fault is that, huh?”

“It’s not polite to finger-point, Suguru.”

Both of them stay silent for a bit, carefully paying attention to your sounds. Suguru tuts his tongue when he hears you calling his name near the bathroom hall.

“I’m too bloodied for her to see me like this,”

“Clearly. Just stay there, lemme—,” Satoru scoffs, opening the door and then closing it behind him swiftly before you can catch a glimpse of the inside. “Oi, sweets, what do you think you’re doing out of bed?”

“But ‘Toru,” you complain in a hushed whine. “You left me alone, you know I don’t like that. It didn’t felt warm anymore,”

Suguru can’t see you—all he has is a muffled sound of your distorted voice, and he swears he knows exactly the way your lips are pushing the loveliest pout to ever exist, the way you’re looking at Satoru through sleepy eyelashes as you put your little complaint out.

And he also knows Satoru might have rolled his eyes playfully at the sight, pulling you closer to steal a kiss from your frowned lips.

“So needy, my baby is so needy,”

“Is Suguru not home yet?” you ask slowly, perhaps setting your groggy eyes into Satoru, staring at him with that enamored look they both know too well.

“Do you want Daddy?”

“Yeah, I do,” you snort.

“I’m your Daddy and I’m home, so,”

“I want both,” you giggle softly, so sweetly Suguru can feel his insides melt at the sound of your bubbling laugh.

He’s sure Satoru has you entangled in a hug, probably sneaking his hands all over your body and tickling your sides to pull a smile.

“Oh, your dumb Daddy, too. Alright. I dunno where he is, sweets,” Satoru states, as if.

“How mean, ‘Toru.”

“Excuse me? What did you just call me?”

“Mean. You’re lying to me.”

Suguru smirks at that. He stands up from the bed and walks towards the door to open it and find you both in the exact position he predicted.

And the look you shoot his way, the frown that forms in your face and your pretty features contract in sudden worry when his frame appears in front of you—it all has his heart pounding like crazy, he feels so loved, he feels so full of you. He feels insatiable.

“Oh,” you let out a little squeal as you shift from Satoru’s embrace and into his, “Sugu, you—”

“Don’t worry much about this, princess,” he mumbles, catching you inside his arms like the world depends on it. “I’m okay.”

But he’s sure you’re crying anyway.

And you don’t even stop to think about the blood. You don’t even care that he reeks of death and violence and Curses as you hold onto him for dear life, with arms that wrap tightly around him and pull him closer, closer, even closer; as lips caress the skin of his neck and little mewls echoe softly against his throat. Pants of I love you, I don’t want anything bad happening to you, I love you, fueling his mind like a bomb ready to launch.

Satoru laughs it off with a devious smile.

“Poor baby, you have her worried sick, Suguru,” he falsely chides. “Guess you gotta make it up to her.”

“Uh-huh,” Suguru nods. “My poor princess, do you want Daddy to make it alright?”

You nod in between heavy breaths, head still buried in his neck. Satoru gives a soft slap to your ass whimsically.

“So needy,” the Strongest murmurs, but he rapidly turns away and aims for the stairs. “I’m gonna go find a snack though, I’m starving. And then I’m gonna prepare a bath so you both can meet me there in a bit,”

Suguru nods.

“Go on. Let me take this princess to bed in the mean time, then we meet you in the bathtub,”

Suguru takes you to his large bed and places you in the middle of many soft pillows cooing in your ear to wash the concern out of you, but you’re reluctant. You cup his face and scan him looking for wounds, soon realizing the ugly streaks of scarlet that stain his face are, in fact, not his. But even then you don’t flinch. Instead, you let your hands wander all over his chest—desperate to pull him into you, to merge your bodies and never letting him go, never separated.

“Oh?” Suguru smiles at your scattered words. There’s still blinks of sleep tugging at your tired eyes, and he can’t help but fondle your face cautiously. “Are we merging with Satoru too, hm?”

You nod, sulky little look fighting sleepiness with all you got.

“Of course, Daddy, always with ‘Toru,”

“That’s right, princess. Always with Satoru,”

You inhale a deep breath. It’s easy for Suguru to notice every little thing about you, so he caught up on your train of thoughts before yourself. You were struggling with some words, biting your lip, eyelashes fluttering, thinking hard about something.

“What is it, baby?” He wonders carefully, hot breath colliding with your face, nose caressing the soft skin of your cheeks as he inhales your scent.

“Did you do a bad thing, Sugu?”

The question lingers on his brain for a few seconds, mind resisting on reflecting such thoughts. Yet his expression doesn’t change, he maintains serenity as the brush of skin above yours doesn’t stop. He holds you like a priced possession, like your mere existence could ever absolve the decaying all Sorcerers are damned to. Like you could kiss him and save him, like you could hug him and guard him—as if you could turn blood into holy water or death into salvation.

Maybe you can.

“Will you still love me if I did?” He asks, not dreading the answer.

“I will never stop loving you, Daddy,”

It ignites his body. Fire burns at his fists and he kisses you deeply, mouths meeting around a new heat, with tongues slipping and teeth clashing desperately. He has no intention of letting you catch a break, mouth falling to your neck where he bites at the sensitive skin and causes you to mewl.

“Ow, Suguru, that’s mean,” you grumble, but you part your bare legs anyway when his hands drop and brush at your thighs.

“Can’t help it, princess,” he press a chaste kiss to your lips once more. “You gonna let me play a little with this pretty pussy, yeah?” The words flee his throat in a raspy tone, and his hands don’t stop. He hikes up that oversized cashmere sweater, that can only belong to Satoru, barely above the line of your lacey black panties, enough for him graze it and get a glimpse of your puffy lips against the fabric, awaiting for him. Suguru traces a finger along your cunt, causing you to shiver at the cold digits. “How gorgeous,”

You pant. “But—The bath, Sugu,”

“He can wait a little,” he says into your mouth “Gonna make you feel really good, princess,” he breathes heavily, rocking his hip a little as a thumb strikes tenderly your cunt through your panties.

And he notices right away—in the way you shiver under his touch when he hovers completely above you, how a breathless sigh escapes past your parted lips and your fists grab a handful of his shoulders to attach yourself onto him and make his bulge nudge your cunt. He repeats the motion a few times, mouth leaving stray kisses in your neck and already throbbing cock humping your covered pussy through his pants.

“Sugu,” you whine at one particularly hard thrust of his hips, involuntary loud moan reverberating from the back of your throat. “‘Toru,”

“Shh, princess,”

Suguru is fast at parting your panties to the side, and he says there’s no need for prepping you tonight, says it’s gonna be real quick so you can both go back to Satoru—with his cock an angry shade of red as its released free from his trousers and it aims for your tiny hole fast, thrusting in one go. You’re whimpering at how fast it happens, cunt burning at the sudden intrusion since he is usually the one that takes his time to properly prep you to take his cock.

You guess he’s feeling off, so you happily comply if that’ll help him.

“Want you, Sugu, I need you,”

“Ah-ah, my good girl,” he grunts lightly, hands steadying you by the ass as he finally bottoms out. “Can you keep doing that for me? Can you be a good girl?”

A loud hiss vibrates through clenched teeth as you wrap your legs around his hips, head nodding many forms of yes as you inch closer to him in distress.

“That’s it baby, take it pretty,”

“H-Hurts a little, Sugu,” you murmur softly, eyes glued to where he’s slowly sliding in and out.

“I know princess,” he pants. “Give it a minute,” He’s practically caging you shortly after, thrusting up roughly as stretched out walls wrap him and suck him deeply. You’re not given a chance to recover or adjust properly, but the burning does start to fade away. Discomfort grows into pleasure and whimpers turn into soft moans as you bury your face on his neck and his hot breath collides sharply against the shell of your ear. “You’re so brave, my good girl. So pretty, my princess,”

You lift your hips to meet his thrusts, dainty fingers digging the flesh of his shoulders when he grunts. And it doesn’t take long for tears to collect in your eyes as heat floods your body once again, the familiar throb of your clit making you aggravate the hump of your hips so your swollen bud finds a little bit of friction. Suguru doesn’t fail to turn you into a needy mess, strong hand coming to cover the cries emitting from your mouth.

Muffled chants of Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, alongside his hoarse grunts and the lewd slap of skin against skin are the only sounds that fly the room when he cums—bruising fingers grasping your flesh harshly as he paints your walls white, and nearly immediately you’re creaming all over the tip of his sensitive cock firmly pressed against your cervix.

“Not leaving you baby,” he pants out. “Not leaving you at all.”

[merakiui]

Omg 42+ pages of Floyd Mera you're spoiling us so hard!! I can't wait!! Italian Floyd with a motorcycle somehow makes so much sense... He's also probably one of those baristas who make coffee the same way as everyone else but SOMEHOW make it taste much better. I bet if you ask him how he does it he'd be like 'I dunno I just make it' and you have to try and observe him really hard to understand what he's doing differently to make the coffee taste so good

Hehe anything for Floyb. Slow burn rom-com with him has been so fun to write. I’m already anticipating a long oneshot after realizing it’s 42 pages and not close to the end.

I adore the idea of Italian Floyd and with a motorcycle, too?!?!? :O absolute perfection. There’s actually a plot reason for him owning a motorcycle, but I also think it’s very cool and fitting for him to have one. Just purely for vibes (and also plot).

Aaaa you’re so right!! He really does make the best coffee even though it’s most likely similar to the way the other baristas make it. In my mind, Floyd makes coffee the same way he plays music: he does what he feels is right rather than what he thinks is right. Emotion over logic most of the time. And he doesn’t even realize it tastes any different. To him, he’s just making coffee. But for you it tastes delicious. It’s just that Floyd touch. <3

[bendydudeinc]

YOU GUYS ARE INSANE. I just started writing on here like a week ago, to be honest I didn’t think I was doing that well, and I already have nearly 500 likes in total. Thank you incredibly so much for supporting me, I’m having so much fun!

Now, for a little late Valentine’s Day treat because what kind of father would I be if I didn’t feed you sluts?? February 14th is overrated anyway (all characters are aged up 18+/when they become pro hero’s)

MHA CHARACTERS AND HOW THEY’D SPEND VALENTINES DAY WITH YOU💘

Izuku

Absolutely loves spoiling his baby for Valentine’s Day ugh

Makes your favorite breakfast

Gives you head and makes you cum on his face at least twice before you get up to eat

Runs a rose and salt bath for you and gives you a massage after

Sends chocolate and flowers straight to the house for you

Sweet texts throughout the day even when you’re next to him hehe

“Hey baby you look so beautiful next to me on your phone rn”

Loves making cute home-made anniversary gifts together awh

Sends you a video of him jerking off in the bathroom as you watch TV

You send one back of you cumming on the vibrator he got you as one of your presents

Ravages you on the couch when he comes back

The cutest notes ever on all your gifts omg

LOVES home-made meals and staying in with his baby for holidays

Let’s you help will Valentine’s Day dinner and teases you the whole time

Grazes your ass or kisses your neck every time he passes you in the kitchen

Get ready for the most sensual, skin on skin, sweaty, lewd sex you’ve ever had in your life

Shower with round two after of course. Uses the shower head on you until you’re shaking uncontrollably <3

Makes hearts on your body with hickeys and takes pictures to “admire later”

Katsuki

Imma be straight up, he thinks Valentine’s Day is fucking stupid

BUT. We all know he’s sensitive. If he knows you like it, it’s all for you

Sends stuff to your work so everyone knows you’re taken

Gets you a ton of presents, boys rich

Takes you out after work to all of your favorite stores and lets you pick out anything you want

Nearly gets hard in public when you innocently pick out a cute lingerie set

Scoffs at all the cringy Valentine’s Day gifts, makes you giggle

Angrily makes out with you in public whenever anyone dares glance at you

Gets you matching boxers hehe

Gets “annoyed” and acts patronized when you get him gifts but secretly keeps them forever

Orders food to the house, prefers spending the evening alone with you

LOTS of physical affirmation. Precious boy gets nervous with words

Mmmmm body praise. Not one inch of you is left untouched or without kisses

Is touching you all evening and night long, gets you worked up over hours of tantalizing foreplay

The sex is rough, needy, and filthy. You see god multiple times throughout it

He has stamina like the devil. Can’t handle it? Yes you can he makes you handle it

Wax play

Makes you scream and cry so everyone knows you have the best fuck for Valentine’s Day

Amajiki

SWEET BABY AH he definitely likes Valentine’s Day

He’s embarrassed by it, but loves the cringy couple stuff

Makes you breakfast in bed and runs you a bath with all your fav self care products

Couples face masks and matching pjs omg cute

You both get each other a ton of gifts

So many stuffies for you

Lots of validation and kisses for both of you all day <3

Doesn’t care if you go out or stay in, just wants to be with you

Looks soooo good in a suit if you decide to go out though, teases you for it over dinner oh lawd

Long, sweet, sensual sex. Lots of switching and very vocal

Tentacles, overstimulation mmmhmmm

Loves seeing you brain dead and melting from pleasure on top of him

Loves cumming inside of you and claiming you

He’s soooo soo sensitive, could cum from your voice

So fun to overstimulate him and see his face contort in embarrassment and pleasure <3

You fall asleep in his arms, him whispering how thankful he is to have you

Mina

THE goddess of Valentine’s Day

Expects you to ask her to be your Valentine. SO excited when you do

You make Valentines breakfast for each other and watch cute movies

Shower together afterwards and suck each other to tears

Matching Valentines Day outfits or she refuses to go out in public

Valentines shopping spree, you spoil each other hella

Matching lingerie sets, you take a bunch of sexy Polaroid photos

At home couples nail and spa day

Her Valentines makeup would be amazing too omg, she’d giggle at how flustered her beauty makes you

Lots of cute pictures of her and you together are getting posted

You both leave the other persons name spelled in hickeys on your thigh

take her to all her favorite sight seeing places and bring some 🍃

Mmmhmmmm high car sex with Mina

You get mcdonalds and get stoned for Valentines dinner

You watch the sunset and 69 on your back patio hehe

Denki

I think he’d hate Valentine’s Day until he gets with you. Then he’s all over it

You wake up to him kissing down your body, marking every memorized sensitive spot

“Goodmorning sweetheart. Happy national fucking day” that had made you giggle

He insisted on making you breakfast despite your protests

He sucks at cooking. You ended up convincing him to make it together

You feed each other messy ass pancakes while trying to keep a straight face

It turns into both of you giggling uncontrollably and covered in syrup

Which turns into you spread across the table as he cleans maple syrup off of your body with his tongue

Takes you out wherever you want, but I think he’d like going to a bar

Sexy matching valentines outfits gahhh

Y’all are practically humping each other at the bar

Fucks you like a wild man in the bar bathroom when one of your dances gets him too riled up

Fucks you again when you’re home, the slow kind that drives you insane

You have a gift exchange for each other, he def spoils his baby

Gets you a ton of cringy Valentines Day stuff for you both to laugh at

Can’t keep his hands off you, touching you in some way all day

Mmm electricity play and overstimulation after you smoke weed

Shotou

Doesn’t really get the whole Valentine’s Day thing, but is happy to just be with you

Goes wherever you want no hesitation, keeps asking what else you want to do after each activity

Has his hands touching you in some way almost all day

Gets everything you look at despite you saying not to, boy has hella money y’all

Gets you two the most beautiful promise rings ever

Little simp is grinning at you all day, just can’t stop admiring you

Gets you every different flower bouquet at the store because he forgot your favorite and didn’t wanna miss anything

It made him really happy when you hung all of them up in the kitchen to dry and keep after a few weeks

He has hearts in his eyes when you show off all your new clothes for him

He ends up getting you off on his thigh and cumming in his pants

“Sorry honey. You looked so wonderful putting on a show for me.”

Oh fuck this man looks good in a suit, and he knows it gets you

Takes you out somewhere fancy for dinner and squeezes your thigh every time the waiter talks to you

Makes you cum under the table with just his finger grazing your heat through your clothes

He knows you get yourself worked up seeing him so handsome

No I don’t think you understand. He looks so absolutely sexy in a godamn suit

Finally gets you home after dinner and fucks you sensually in missionary for hours

Fills you up with load upon load

Your pleasure is his

Goes absolutely feral hearing you moan his name

“Just like that sweetheart, messy little thing. Making me feel so good.”

Aizawa

Oh lawd almighty. You’re his all day no matter what

Prefers staying home with you, needs to be all over you all the time

Deep, passionate kisses all over your body as if it’s the last time he’ll ever touch you

Marks you up real good and takes pics to admire later

Makes you all three meals and literally doesn’t let you do any work all day

Takes you out somewhere nice for dinner after you beg him, you want to dress up

He’s not complaining, he doesn’t stop checking you out once over dinner

Makes you wear something that reveals the love bites on your neck

Gives you a full body massage and fucks you in the bath when you get home

Loves the way your moans echo off the bathroom walls. Makes sure you’re loud for him

Gets you your favorite flowers and a basket full of all your favorite snacks and goodies

Leaves it on the table for you to find because he doesn’t like being sappy

Gets you a new vibrator and lingerie set to try out in front of him

Ties you up suspended in the air when you get too shy and try to cover your crotch

Makes you look at him as you cry for mercy and beg him to remove the vibrator from you

He doesn’t, loves the way you soak through your lingerie as you gush into your underwear over and over

Licks the mess off of you and proceeds to give you head for another hour of overwhelming sensitivity

[iwaasfairy]

congrats on 15k fairy!!! everytime you say you've reached a milestone I've always wondered how you didn't have more followers by now and I'm still wondering hehe.

also if possible for the drabble event,, maybe the reo mikage sugar daddy one? i think I had sent in an ask before a year back and i remember discussing it w u but I don't exactly remember what it was 😭😭

Thank yoUUU so much sweetheart!! And I vaguely remember yes!! Can’t believe it’s already been a year omg pAnfjfjfjfj ♡ I made it a little cesty bc reo is just my fav when he’s niichan flavoured

tw sugar daddy, incest, degradation and praise

He’s above you, seated on the couch as you’re on the floor, knees cold and bruised but grateful nevertheless. Reo nii always is elevated above you, it feels like, and not just because of his taller stature. It’s just the natural inclination of being with a man who can practically buy your life and not blink twice. You’d say you could too, but mom and dad’s money is his money, and the company’s his too. “Open up,” he whispers, brushing long fingers over your lips, and you let him invade it until he’s pressing onto your squirming tongue.

The cold metal of his other rings brush your cheek when he pushes in further, almost gagging you, before his free hand pats his thighs and he smears the rest of your spit onto your lips and cheek. Gross. He makes you feel like you’re nothing with a single glance of those smart, lilac irises, and doesn’t even have to try. “Come up, c’mon.” He pats again, more demanding this time. “You look pretty dumb sitting there, staring up at me, y’know.” You push up from the floor without another call. Even lounged over his nice couch he looks royal, hair falling in messy tresses brushed back from his face.

You don’t get the chance to sit before he’s pulling you down against him and onto his lap, hard cock pressing against his boxers through sweatpants. As you sit, the press of him against you only makes it harder to focus— and he smiles like he knows it. Because when you roll your hips against him, he instead starts toying with the edge of your satiny suggestion of a dress. “This is one I bought you, hm? Looks nice on you.”

“Thank you, nii nii. I like it too,” you whisper back, and also try to lift yourself into a better position to grind your barely covered pussy against him, dropping your head onto his shoulder. Reo only hums, before he pushes it up and grabs two handfuls of ass to pull you even closer, snickering when you squeak at the push against your over-stimulated clit.

“Want me to buy you another one? ‘cus I can. You just gotta ask your big brother.”

“Nuh uh,” you bury yourself into his neck to start sucking onto the soft skin, knowing he’ll complain - but loving it anyway, “jus- want you to- touch me.” Reo loves spoiling you, it’s true. But more than that, sometimes it feels like he’s trying to buy your love, and you don’t need that. You don’t need anything but him, to be held and loved and cherished by him. He slips his hands down your body comfortably, and finally gives in enough to start rubbing your pussy through your panties— rubbing your slick around through the fabric.

It’s embarrassing that you have to moan into his skin, listening to the way his heart beats, and beg before he slips the expensive lace panties aside to slide two fingers a few inches in. You squirm and whimper at the feeling of him caressing deep inside you, before he groans and rocks his hips into you too. “Tell me you like me.” He rasps, before leaning in to press his lips to yours, mouth to mouth and pulling you in by your waist. “Tell me big brother’s your favorite.” Of course he is. You don’t need to be bought anything for that to be true— but Reo nii doesn’t see it that way.

“Nii nii,” you whine back, and also let him fuck his fingers deeper in and out of you, stretching you out and smearing the wetness on the inside of your thighs before he lays you down. “Big brother’s my favorite~”

“I’ve got you bought, right? Can’t want anyone else- cus they’ll never spoil you like me.” He pushes your thighs towards your body to take your panties off, before pushing his hand into his sweats and taking out his cock to stroke it up and down, squeezing at the base. “You won’t leave me because I won’t let you. Understand? I own you.” He lines up, then pushes in without any other warning and hovers his mouth over yours. Until you have to silence your own moaning into his mouth, and nod in agreement.

“I’m niichan’s property. I promise.”

[rabbitsrams]

Stella!! Tomorrow is Schlatts birthday :D (for me atleast, idk what time zone nyc has) Could you do something about him and reader? I’m thinking about how reader would just ABSOLUTELY spoil schlatt, or just like on any holiday. Doesn’t even have to be a holiday bro. But specifically on his birthday!!

Big guy turning 24 ‼️‼️💪

KASEYYYY YESSSS OMG <3333 i was planning to write a little smthn to celebrate his bday but time slipped away😭like i almost forgot it was this soon😭

it's still the 9th as im writing this but i will schedule so it's posted 12am austin time so HAPPY BIRTHDAY BIG GUY <33333

little bit of suggestive stuff under the cut but mostly bday fluff <33

♡ okay. so.

♡ september 10, 12am. you and schlatt are probably already awake (night owl moment) but once the clock hits 12, you're all over him

♡ "HAPPY BIRTHDAY J!!!!"

♡ just showering him in kisses and hugs

♡ schlatt's not really a big birthday guy. doesn't really want to make a big deal about celebrating or anything. as long as he's with you and the cats that's all that matters.

♡ but not you. you've got a whole day planned.

♡ he wants to get back to editing but you're dragging him to your bedroom to give him his... first gift. (wink)

♡ BIRTHDAY HEAD LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOO

♡ he falls asleep after and because he's a deep sleeper (lowkey he gives deep sleeper but correct me if i'm wrong), you take the time to bake him a little cake.

♡ box cake, yes, but his favorite flavor of box cake :)

♡ and besides, you've got another one hidden in the freezer.

♡ you take an hour to frost it with his little ram guy (as best as you can draw it)

♡ it's the schlake!!!

♡ also as the cake is baking you take the time to decorate the house with silly little decorations (happy birthday banners, balloons, etc.)

♡ after all that you go to sleep

♡ he ends up waking up earlier than you

♡ is super surprised but happy to see the decorations

♡ doesn't want to wake you cuz you sleeping soundly by his side, head resting on his chest is the perfect gift.

♡ but he knows he has to eventually since jambo and the other guy paw at him so he can feed them

♡ him just marveling at the decorations all around the house

♡ he laughs so hard (in a happy way) seeing the schlake your decorated cake

♡ that causes you to wake up hehe

♡ you rush to the kitchen and see him just so happy🥺🥺🥺

♡ "do you like the cake?"

♡ "i love it." then he takes you into his arms <3

♡ this man loves you so much

♡ and you love him so much

♡ cake for breakfast!!!

♡ again he doesn't really wanna do too much but u insist on taking him to a batting cage <3

♡ smthn simple, yes, but you know how much he loves baseball :))

♡ it's kinda hot to watch him hit the baseballs ngl

♡ then going to dinner his fav korean bbq place :)))

♡ then going back home to have a chill rest of the night together

♡ opening presents too <33 getting him a ton of sweatshirts u found on ebay <333

♡ again i don't rly see schlatt as someone who wants to rly celebrate his bday

♡ but he still very much enjoyed the day with u <33

♡ happy birthday big guy ilysm <3

[miuszn]

i love all of your hcs and i know dealer!ellie would love to spoil reader

but hcs with rich reader who loves to spoil ellie?!?!

hi anon !! honestly i’ve wanted to write rich ellie hcs for such a long time bc it’s an idea thats so interesting to me eheh i just love imagining her owning a business or something ( even tho realistically she would probably NOT know how to manage one at all .. srry .. ) here’s some hcs <3

rich!ellie x reader hcs

♡ u met her while working part time as a waitress to support urself during college . she was a couple years older than u , thought u were super cute and left the biggest tip ever . u thought it was a mistake , so u went back to her table and told her she left a lot of money but insisted it wasn’t an accident . the next week she came back during the least busy hour + day and specifically requested u as her waitress . she offered u to sit down and have a drink with her , and since u were def attracted to her since the moment u first saw her u had nothing to do , you accepted . n well u already know how that went hehe

♡ spoils u SO MUCH . like wow . her love language would def be gift giving n the bigger the gift the better !!

♡ if u ever ask her for $10 , she sends u $100 n tells u not to worry abt it . that’s basically nothing for her . every once in a while she’d even give u $1000 if she was feeling extra nice

♡ fancy , high end restaurants ONLY . the only times uve ever gone to less expensive restaurants were bc u wanted to go and try them , but when it’s up to her to decide , she believes u deserve nothing less than the best of the best.

♡ never lets u pay for anything !! whether it be the bill , clothes , or even a super expensive bag , she can’t stand the thought of u paying for it urself . she just has to .

♡ at first , u rejected her gifts because u didn’t want her to think u were just with her bc of her money . but eventually u gave in when u realized how happy it made her , she enjoyed giving u gifts more than u enjoyed receiving them

♡ she has the comfiest bed ever . u could lay in it for days doing nothing bc of how comfy it is . she’s wanted to get another one multiple times since it’s starting to get old but doesn’t bc of how much u love it even tho she could easily get a much better one

[damn-stark]

Chapter 29 Birthday surprises

Chapter 29 of Sugar

A/N- One more chapter before we get to the angst 😆

Warning- Swearing, angst, talks of death and grief, FLUFF, cigarettes, spoilers!! long chapter, talks of well I don’t want to spoil it hehe….

Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place during-

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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*SHOKO P.O.V. 11 YEARS AGO*

Perhaps she just betrayed her best friend by calling Gojo, perhaps she also just betrayed you in some way for giving away Geto’s location, but she isn’t going to sway. She isn’t going to break her head deciding who’s wrong or right, she knows what she needs to so she made her choice and if someone doesn’t like it well that’s too damn bad.

Albeit, Geto doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to leave to avoid being caught—not like she believes Gojo will do anything against Geto, Gojo loves his best friend too much. But Geto is still hanging around her without a cigarette in between his lips, or without another word to say about his beliefs, or about anything else actually.

He’s just beside her in silence and that raises her suspicion, but then again she doesn’t have to think too deeply about what’s keeping him there.

“She was taken by her family,” she reveals as she assumes he’s going to ask about you. “They came in the morning and took her. That’s why she probably hasn’t tried reaching you….that’s what you were going to ask about right?”

Geto sighs softly and nods. “We agreed to meet up to talk. She never got there.”

Shoko takes a drag from her cigarette and after she blows out smoke she continues to try and defend you. “Yeah, they surprised her. Used their techniques on her and took her. I haven’t heard from her since, but Satoru said she’s okay.”

Geto’s head slowly turns and his thin eyebrows slowly knit together. “He didn’t take her with him?”

Shoko scoffs. “No. He came home recently without her. Her parents probably didn’t let her come back.”

“No,” Geto quickly counters. “Even if that was it, they listen to him. He could’ve brought her back to the school if he wanted. He left her there. My guess is so she doesn’t talk to me.”

“You really think…” she trails off as she realizes the answer to her own question.

Gojo did seem to never come around to accepting Geto and you, but was it really that bad? She always looked at it as him being overbearing and overprotective for his little sister and for his best friend, but did he really dislike the idea so much as to leave you in your family home with a family that finds ways to scrutinize you when they can?

No. That can’t be it, she knew Satoru. He wouldn’t leave you just to prevent you from talking to Geto. He’s just being too overbearing, he still sees you as his little sister, not his sister who can make her own choices and conjure up her own thoughts about everything.

And this is why she’s glad she’s an only child.

“Shoko,” Geto calls out softly and pushes away from the railing to face her. “Could you do something for me?”

Without hesitation, she nods and interjects. “Depends what the favor is. I won't help you burn a village if that’s what you’re going to ask.”

Geto doesn’t find humor in her comment, so she wonders how it is that you make him laugh with your terrible puns.

“It’s about y/n,” he clarifies.

She lets out a deep breath and turns off her cigarette before stepping forward to stand before him. “Sure,” she assures her friend. “What is it?”

“It’s doubtful that she will get her phone back when she gets back to the school,” he begins to explain. “So when she goes back without her phone could you please let her borrow yours and have her call me.”

Shoko nods, but she brings up a possibility that pops into her head. “What if she doesn’t want to talk to you?”

Suguru’s eyes flicker down and an upset look flickers on his face before he faces her with nonchalance. “Then just tell me…” he trails off and reaches into his back pocket to pull out a folded paper. “And whether she wants to talk to me or not, give her this.”

Shoko takes the paper and lets curiosity take control and opens the paper, causing Geto to explain what all the words mean. “It’s her favorite poem.”

“The Passionate Shepherd to His Love.” She reads the title in her mind.

“It could’ve been something inappropriate,” Geto remarks.

“I need to know what I’m smuggling to her,” she shrugs him off whilst she folds the paper back before putting it away—“anything else?” She asks.

Geto’s eyes fall to the ground and he nods gently. “If you see her, if she doesn’t want to talk to me, tell her I understand. Tell her to not stay in that school, if she wants to leave then she should tell her to do everything that leads to her happiness. That’s all that matters. Her being happy…” He pauses and draws out a deep breath before meeting her gaze with a small but hurt smile.

“…she deserves to be happy. Tell her that she’s…no…just tell her that if she ever changes her mind I won’t be far, I’ll be there waiting for her. And,” he says with a sweet and adoring smile he only has reserved for two people with the same family name. You and your brother.

“Tell her I know the answer to her question.” He laughs softly.

——

*YOU. NOW*

“…we have to put a hard structure to their training. With the battle…”

You tune Utahime out and yawn into your hand. Even if you got plenty of sleep last night, meetings like these have a way of draining you. They’re so boring!

But…you have to pay attention.

This is like being back at school all over again though. When you’d have strategy meetings with your family they were never this boring. There were drinks and food! All you have here is the temptation to walk out since everyone chose to come over to your house and do anything else like, maybe take a horse ride, tend to your garden, read, or even help your daughter with some of the homework you left her.

Alas…here you are…with Satoru watching you?

You drift your gaze to the corner of your eyes and you can’t see what his eyes are pointed at because of his blindfold, but you can see that his head is slightly shifted your way, and tilted slightly down.

Is he sleeping?

You slowly churn your head his way and tilt your chin down. This makes Satoru swiftly tilt his head up to meet your gaze behind his blindfold, letting you know he is awake, and he was looking at you, so you shoot him a pointed look that conveys your sass.

“You wish,” he whispers sassily and finally looks away.

“You wish,” you mock him, and that makes him counter by pinching your arm.

“Ow,” you hiss and try to swat his hand away, but even if he’s choosing not to have his infinity on, he still swiftly pulls his hand away with a stifled snicker.

“Real mature,” you murmur and hit his thigh with your foot.

Satoru moves to react, but he’s interrupted by the woman leading this gathering, Utahime. “Are you two listening? I know this might be above you Gojo, but this is in regards to your students.”

Satoru reclines back with his hands pressed on the floor and glances between you and Utahime. “You need to use first names Utahime, there’s two of us here once again. It’s confusing,” Satoru only says all that to annoy her.

“The both of you are being scandalous,” she grumbles. “Did either of you even listen to a word I said?”

You nod. “There needs to be structure,” you repeat what she just said. “Training is too chaotic with all the students under one roof, yeah, yeah. I mean,” you sigh and fold your arms over your chest. “If only there were such a place where there was structure for teenage students.”

Utahime grinds her teeth, and Shoko interjects. “Says the high school dropout.”

“I’m surprised you remember what high school is,” Satoru bounces in and leans over. “Considering your professional career eats away at your brain by just looking pretty and letting flashes blind your eyes.”

You slowly turn to look at your brother with a threatening glare, but don’t give him the satisfaction of responding to his stupid untrue comment, you just pierce your glare at him before you look back at Utahime and address her.

“What is it that you were saying?”

Utahime lets out an exhausted breath but has no choice but to repeat herself. “Besides your own students, you will help other students in controlling their technique. You have experience and…you are good at the fluidity of your cursed technique.”

You smile at her smugly because you know she was dreading saying all that to you.

“Don’t worry,” she adds. “You’ll only need to help these students while we prepare for the battle. I’ll tell you who later.”

You respond with a nod and intend to continue listening this time, but this idea you thought of last night comes back around and you have to share it before you forget to before the group breaks apart.

“I have a suggestion,” you interject and bring the group's attention back to you once again. “Regarding the students.”

The parlor room doors open in the midst of you talking and soft patters hit the floor. Before you can see who it is, a little arm wraps around your neck, long black hair drapes over your shoulder, and a math and handwriting worksheet falls on your lap that has your daughter's name on it.

“I see that team morality could use some work, especially between Kyoto and Tokyo students, so I thought why not go on a trip,” you finish sharing before you pick up the worksheets and multitask.

“A trip?” Utahime asks unsure.

You nod and spare her a glance. “Yeah. A beach trip. I have a beach house, it should be large enough. And it’s not like we have to stay long. A day trip would be nice…it’s just to help them build trust between each other, don’t you all think?” You ask.

For a moment though the group of adults stays quiet as they think of your proposition and debate whether it’s an actually good idea, or an excuse to be lazy.

“Well,” Kusakabe is the first one to share his thoughts. “That doesn't sound like a terrible idea. We can’t just depend on them to bond on the battlefield.”

“It’s a terrible idea,” Kashimo pitches, making you look up from the math sheet to look at him with a pointed look.

“Why are you in this meeting again?” You quip.

Kashimo doesn’t get offended by your question, he in fact just meets your gaze and shrugs. He doesn’t even give a reason as to why he disagrees, he just declares it is and leaves it at that.

He’s weird.

“It would let us newer sorcerers have a chance to get to know you all more too,” Takaba shares excitedly. “I think it’s a great idea.”

You offer him a smile before you hand Satori her math sheet. “Good work,” you praise her. “You got them all right. And your handwriting can use practice, but we have time. You can go play now.”

Satori beams at you and snatches her papers to zoom off.

“Let me do your hair,” you yell after her over your shoulder.

Satori reaches the door and even if her hair gets in her eyes and all over her face as she dramatically turns her little head, she still shouts back, “No!”

You groan, but leave it be and just return your attention to the group.

“As long as all the expenses are paid then I think it’s a great plan,” Mei-Mei’s response doesn’t surprise you whatsoever. “Besides staying in one place for too long won’t do anything to help them improve either.”

“Very well then,” Utahime hesitantly gives in. “All those in favor?”

She offers a vote and no one opposes, so you win.

“Okay, then when do you want to do this?” She asks you now.

You glance at Satoru and share the rest of your idea. “December 7th? That is if you don’t mind Satoru?”

He likes to celebrate his birthday, especially if it’s with friends and those he loves. So you thought why not celebrate his birthday at the beach with his students and friends?

“No, of course not,” he assures you with a smile. “I don’t mind at all. I actually like the idea of my birthday at the beach.”

You flash him a grin and pat his shoulder. “Good,” you whisper.

And just like that a beach day on the 7th is added to everyone’s schedule. It might be winter, the air is bitter and the water is freezing, but it’s the beach! And when you’re playing sports you won’t even feel it so you won’t mind the cold then. It will feel weird going back to that beach house without your family though. Especially without the twins, and Suguru; the man who gifted that beach house to you.

Will the memories of them haunt you? You have to wonder to yourself.

But it’s not because you feel guilty for going there with a boyfriend, Suguru wants you to be happy and you’re following that. It’s just the thought of going back there with everything so different…hurts to even think about.

“Y/N!”

You slow down your pace on your trail to Choso and when you peer over your shoulder you see Shoko coming after you.

“Baby,” you greet her and halt in your tracks to wait for her. “What’s up? I thought you didn’t want to come outside.”

The moment Shoko falls by your side you continue towards Choso who should be teaching some blood manipulation techniques to Itadori.

“I forgot I needed to tell you something,” she says, piquing your interest.

“What is it? Is it about that bag I let you borrow 11 years ago? Because if so it’s yours.”

Shoko shakes her head and looks at you nonchalantly. “No, I accidentally burned a small hole through that.”

Your eye twitches and a pang hits your chest at the horrible, terrible news.

It was so cute and so expensive too.

“I will pretend you didn’t say that,” you mutter between gritted teeth before you let out a dramatic sigh and rewind to what she needed to say. “What is it, Shoko?”

Yet just as she took a breath of air to speak, you come to an immediate halt as you catch Satori letting Choso do her hair, while her friends watch.

“Look at that,” you muse happily. “She’s warming up to him again.”

And or, Satori also had enough with her hair being in her face. But does she want your help? No.

“After I told her that Choso and I were dating,” you let Shoko know as you keep admiring the way Choso is neatly braiding your daughter's hair—“Satori got sad. She doesn’t want Choso to replace her dad, so she got upset, but now look at them,” you laugh breathlessly as your smile only widens with glee and admiration.

“Hey, can you braid my hair too?” One of Satori's friends stands up and asks Choso.

“He’s doing mine first!” Satori hisses at her friend as if they were going to take him away at that exact moment.

Should you give her some advice about her not getting upset about something so small? Yes. Will you? No, no you won’t because you’re happy she’s coming around.

“Wh—what were you going to say?” You redirect your attention back to your friend. “Sorry, I got distracted.”

Shoko’s gaze drifts for a second, but you don’t follow her line of gaze since you keep your eyes fixated on her as you wait curiously.

“Oh,” she sighs. “It was just about an idea I have about giving Satoru a present together.”

Your eyes brighten and you quickly nod in agreement. “That’s a great idea. I was breaking my head over what I should buy him, but this will help. What do you have in mind?”

Shoko shakes her head and impresses you by the way she swiftly pulls out a cigarette.

“That was my first step, telling you, I’ll think of ideas,” she says, making you laugh softly.

“Well,” she adds and steps back. “I’ll let you be now. If you need me I’ll be around.”

You blink in confusion since this all seemed too abrupt, but she doesn’t let you ask any more questions before she walks off.

Then again if it was important she would have told you. You’ll talk to her about it later. For now, you turn to face your beloved with your little beloved and can’t help but grin as you catch him twisting her braids up in two buns, just the way she likes it.

It warms your heart—No, seeing that she’s not being so distant, and asking Choso for help with something she doesn’t let you help her with makes your heart feel like it’s bursting with pure bliss. You’re so enamored.

Choso catches your lovestruck gaze and his cheeks turn a soft shade of pink, making you tempted to go over there and join them to be a part of a memorable moment. But, you don’t want to ruin their little moment so, you stay where you are and grin at him with bliss and love clearly expressed in your fire-colored eyes.

Choso can’t help but smile back at you with a proud and also loving gaze, making it seem at that moment that only the two of you exist in a world full of people.

——

*A COUPLE WEEKS LATER*

“THE BEACH!” You exclaim and throw your hands out as you draw in that salty air. “Do you smell that Satori?”

“It’s cold,” she complains and hugs her jacket tighter around her. “Can I stay inside watching TV?”

Luckily it isn’t that windy today, it’s chilly, but it’s bearable. So you take your coat and shoes off before you answer your daughter as you tilt your head down to swiftly make your sunglasses fall over your face. “No. We’re all going to be out here.”

“But I can’t even play, I’m too little,” she brings up.

You peel your eyes away from the calm water ahead and see her pouting. “You can be With Ui-Ui and keep score, hm?” You try to advise her while you pull small sunglasses off your shirt and put them on your Worm that rests on Sarori’s shoulders as of now. “Looking nice buddy.”

The Worm smiles and you grin back before you refocus on your daughter and continue offering suggestions. “You can build a sandcastle, or play with your kite.”

Satori tilts her head away and groans, but she doesn’t continue to argue. You then take advantage that everyone else is slowly filtering out, and walk to the shore, but stand behind the waterline to just watch the waves roll in and darken the sand it runs over.

You look up and admire the gray-blue sky and catch winter birds diving in the water to catch food. In the distant horizon, you see an endless body of water that makes it look like you’ll reach the end of the world.

You then draw in another deep breath, but this time you can feel the water. Not on your toes or any part of your body, you feel it inside you. That’s a beautiful aspect of your technique, if you concentrate deep enough, you can feel your connection to the air all around you, the flowing water where you find it to be, the earth beneath your feet everywhere you go, and especially fire of course since you do produce it. It’s calming to feel their company. It helps you relax.

It seems that since last year you haven’t been able to find time to just relax, but now as you hear the soft crashes of the water rolling in, as you remember that you’re accompanied by those you love, you finally feel like you’re relaxed.

It's dangerous now though. Considering what has to happen in a few weeks, feeling this relaxed makes you want to live in this state forever and not attempt to fight.

But you will fight to see a future with your daughter, with Choso, and your brother. And especially to get justice for the twins who were killed by Sukuna, and justice for Suguru whose body is being used by Kenjaku. You’ll fight for that even if it means you finally stay with death and not escape its grasp.

“Y/N, please put on a long-sleeved shirt or a jacket or something,” Choso interrupts your silence.

You look back and see him carrying your jacket and shoes you discarded to run over here. “I can’t play a sport with a jacket,” you explain. “And I’ll get hot with a sweatshirt on.”

Choso knows not to argue since you won’t go anywhere, so he just throws your jacket over his shoulder and falls by your side instead, he then follows your line of gaze to the dark blue ocean.

“Your head isn’t hurting anymore is it?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No, it's gone now. I’m good, I think I was just excited.” You grin.

“It’s the third time this week you’ve had a headache,” he mumbles. “Maybe you should ask Ieiri to check on you.”

You smile at him and wrap an arm around his shoulders to swing around in front of him and hug him to bask in his warmth. “I’m fine Cho. Really.”

Your boyfriend returns your embrace and starts caressing your back. “Your brother keeps avoiding me. I tried to say happy birthday, but he never let me approach him. I thought he was fine with me, but I’ve noticed that he’s started avoiding me since a couple of weeks ago. He doesn’t like me does he?”

You rest your chin on his shoulder and glance ahead, catching the man you’re talking about playing with a ball as he talks with his students.

“Just give him some time,” you try to assure Choso. “I wish I could say more, but that’s all I can offer you.”

Choso nods softly. “No, I understand. It’s just getting worse instead of better.”

You meet Choso’s gaze and offer him a pitiful frown. You wish you could comfort him and say it will get better, but your brother is being immature about this situation and refuses to understand that Choso is a good man.

You could say you’ll talk some sense into him, but he’s quite stubborn when it comes to accepting your relationships. So you’ll just have to talk to him to tell him to at least be nice.

“Just let him be, okay?” You offer the best advice. “He doesn’t hate you. He’s just being…protective.”

Choso nods softly.

“Hey,” you smile and pull back just enough to meet his gaze. “At least Satori likes you now. That’s the only person that matters.”

A soft proud smile tugs on his lips. “That’s true,” he says.

You hum softly and raise your hand to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear before you share a quote that seems fitting for the thought that grows in your mind. “Come live with me and be my love, and we will all the pleasures prove, that valleys, groves, hills, and fields, woods, or steepy mountain yields.”

Choso's eyebrows knit together and you can’t help but giggle softly before you explain yourself to the poor confused guy. “It’s part of a poem. My favorite poem, it’s about a Shepherd trying to convince his lover to come live in the countryside with him.”

Choso’s eyebrows unravel but he still seems confused as to why you said it. Even if he did love the way you spoke the poem.

“I know I make all these plans for after our battle, and I do plan to see them through, but how about I add one more?” You clue him in. “How about we come live at my beach house in the summer? We’d be pretty secluded, we’d be under the gleaming hot sun, and find comfort at night by hearing the waves crashing against the sand.”

Choso glances out at the water and sighs deeply. “I suppose it is relaxing here. Even if it is cold.”

You chuckle. “Just for now. But it’s nice in the summer. The turtles hatch their eggs, so you get to see the little ones diving into the water for the first time. You get to see dolphins, and most importantly you get to see me training in the water, which can get cool.”

Choso didn't need much convincing, you just needed to share your plan and he’d be ready, but he did like hearing you try to convince him. “Well, it sounds fun. How can I say no?” He quips.

You smile brightly and press a kiss on his cheek. “Yay. Now,” you change the subject and drop your arms to your side to turn away. “Let’s go start our game!”

You run to join the others, and before Satoru can turn to look at you, you jump and slam your hand down on the soccer ball to try and shove it out of his hands. Albeit you got too cocky, he heard you approaching and gripped onto the ball, so all you do is slap your hand on the ball and throw sand everywhere when you land on your feet.

“Fucker,” you grumble and he starts to laugh manically.

“Too loud,” he teases between laughs. “You can’t outsmart me.”

You pout and roll your eyes away from him to address the group. “Everyone huddle up!”

The different conversations die down, and those who were apart from the group walk over, whilst those who were close just turn to face you.

“This is how it’s going to go, we’ve made a raffle of what game we can play and Satori here will pick one out,” you explain excitedly. “All right? So no whining over what we get. And remember these are all team sports to build our bond with each other. Especially to build the relationship between you students because we won’t win if we’re strangers and fighting a battle between each other, so…” you trail off and look around at the quiet group of students, and grow a bit bashful.

They’re all just looking at you. But you go on nevertheless.

“Chipmunk the cup please,” you tell your daughter. And even if she’s still upset that she’s on the sidelines, she walks between Satoru and you with excitement—“It’d only make sense if the birthday boy chooses, so pick the game, brother.”

Satoru holds the ball against his hip to reach into the cup and mix the pieces of paper before he pulls out the answer.

“Drum roll please, Satori,” he points to your daughter, and she happily obliges.

Satoru chooses to be overdramatic and prolongs announcing what he picked, filling the silence with Satori hitting the table.

“Come on,” Maki rushes him.

Satoru chuckles and opens the paper, causing Satori to stop and stand up on the chair to peek over.

“Volleyball!” Satoru shouts.

“Yes!” You celebrate and make the water in the distance splash up.

“Here’s the deal,” Satoru continues and throws the paper back in the cup. “We will split into teams, Students against adults.”

The students share perplexed glances before Kirara raises their hand.

“Yes, star student,” you pick on them.

“It’s a bit unfair, no?” They point out. “You’re all older and stronger.”

You scoff and share a knowing look with Satoru before assuring them. “And you have Maki and Itadori. Heavy hitters. you'll be more than fine. In any case, we might lose.”

“Impossible,” Kashimo interjects. “I won’t lose.”

You side-eye him before you ignore him and clap. “Let’s set the net up and get started.”

You turn away to pretend to be busy, and from the corner of your eyes, you see Satoru picking up the volleyball and aiming it at you.

“Think fast!” He quickly blurts and throws the ball toward your face, but you manage to catch it in time.

“You suck,” you grumble and throw it at him, but he catches it of course, getting you annoyed.

However, you quickly grow mischievous and form a ball of sand on your hand with your technique to hurl it at him.

Nevertheless, of fucking course Satoru puts up his infinity so the sandball just crumbles and sprinkles back on the ground.

“You suck,” you murmur with a glare.

Satoru snickers and drops the ball to bend his knees and put his arms out. You immediately catch what he wants to do so you start backing away.

“No,” you warn him. “Don’t you dare. You're 29.”

Satoru snickers and matches your pace, so you make a sharp turn and run toward Shoko. Satoru of course chases after you in an attempt to catch you and throw you in the water like he liked to do, but you’re faster, you reach Shoko and throw yourself on her back.

“What—”

You cut her off by spinning her around so she can face Satoru’s wrath.

“For heaven's sake,” Shoko grumbles as she picks up on Satoru’s intentions. “Have you not grown out of this?”

“It’s my birthday,” Satoru throws out as if that’s a magic excuse card.

“Don’t you dare,” you hiss at him and turn Shoko as he steps towards another side. “Stop it.”

Satoru chuckles. “Where’s your husband now?”

You gasp. “Low,” you snap at him with amusement.

Satoru digs his heels and darts for one side, but you let Shoko go and sprint away, catching the attention of the others setting up the net, and your daughter.

“Go Uncle Satoru!” Satoru exclaims.

You’re going to pretend she didn’t just root for the opponent and make another sharp to try and evade your brother.

Albeit he’s faster now and catches you at that turn

“Haha!” He taunts like a psycho and sprints toward the water.

“Satoru let go of me! Don’t you dare throw me into that water!”

Your warning though goes through one ear and comes out the other because he only seems to pick up his pace. You try to hit him, but your punches do nothing. You kick him, but he just laughs. And before you know it, without even avoiding the water himself, he turns around swiftly and throws himself back to dive into the water first before he yanks you down in the cold fucking water with him.

Cheering goes off above water and it’s not hard to guess who encourages such stupid behavior; your students and your daughter.

But whatever, you’ll get them back for encouraging him. As of now luckily he didn’t run in too deep so you manage to immediately find your footing and throw your head back after you stand to your given height.

“You fucker!” You sneer at Satoru as he can’t stop laughing. “You’re a grown man.”

Satoru flips his wet hair back with his hand and shrugs. “You’re still my little sister.”

You discreetly manipulate the water to wrap it around his ankles and yank him down before he can put up his infinity again. And even if you know that doesn’t bother him, you find pride in getting the last laugh.

“Refreshing,” he teases you when he sits up on the sand.

You roll your eyes and just slap some water on his face before you stomp out of the water. Choso being the good boyfriend he is, meets you halfway with a towel, but you find an easier way to dry yourself off; using the wind, you pick up its speed and blow it over you.

After a couple of seconds, you’re all dried up, leaving Choso impressed, and leaving you still annoyed.

“You okay?” Choso asks.

You huff as you stomp back towards the setup you have on the sand. “Peachy. I’m just seconds away from melting my brother's eyes in his sockets.”

Choso laughs softly and reaches over to rub your shoulder. “You have an odd relationship.” He pokes fun.

You groan and sulk on the chair until finally the net is set up and everyone is ready to start the game.

“Remember everyone,” you interject a lot more excited than you were seconds ago. “No techniques! If Satoru catches a whiff of it that’s an immediate out!” You grin and throw the volleyball in the air. “We can’t stop using physical ability, but besides that, it’s a normal game!” You catch the ball and hurl it back to your setter, Utahime.

“A little warning next time,” Utahime grumbles under her breath.

You turn to face your group which you now realize is very large. You’re so used to playing with your family which didn’t consist of too many people so the teams were small, but now there’s three rows on both sides to fit everyone.

“Sorry,” you tell Utahime. “I totally thought we were all coordinated. Anyway! So, how are we setting up? Just a heads up,” you smirk and turn smug. “I can hit a wicked spike.”

“Because of your technique,” Kashimo is quick to spat.

You put a hand on your hips and shoot him a glare. “Nuh-uh. Remember how I exploded the earth beneath you with fire? Well, that’s how. All that training made my swings super powerful. So I can go to the back or the front, whatever floats your boat.”

“Well,” Utahime sighs. “Obviously Satoru is in the Center since he’s the tallest. Ino you’ll be the libero since you are the youngest. Takaba and Choso will be in the middle row, and Mei-mei will be in between both. Y/N, you’re on the left so I’m trusting you.”

You shoot her a wink to assure her.

“Shoko you’ll be the right wing, and Kashimo,” Utahime continues. “You’ll be at the back, in the middle. Did I get everyone?”

You all glance at each other and when you don't see that anyone is left out you awkwardly break away to get into position.

“Good luck, lover,” you pat Choso’s back. “And if I am ever mean during this game, don’t take it personally, I enjoy winning. I’m competitive.”

Choso snickers. “All right well should I prepare to comfort you if you lose?”

You tap your bottom lip and hum. “Are you saying you’ll give your brother the game? If so then yes.” You tease and flash him a smile.

“Well that’s where I’m conflicted, should I make it easy for him or you?” He says back with a faint smile.

“Well if you let me win I can give you something,” you bribe him with a flirty smile.

Choso snickers. “You know I can’t resist you, but well, we’ll see how you play. You have a wicked spike, no?” He taunts with a smirk.

You chuckle and grab his jaw to press a big fat kiss on his cheek before you turn and run to your spot before you can spend all your game flirting with your boyfriend. But now as you face the opposing time you realize you’re really in trouble, Itadori, Hakari, and Maki are in the front. Momo, Miwa, and Inumaki are their weakest players so they’re in the middle. But another powerhouse is in the back with Kirara, the student Noritoshi Kamo, and Okkotsu.

This game could go either way, fast with how specialized everyone is, or slow for that same reason. Either way, it’ll make for a fun game. The games with your family were a lot more tame that’s for sure.

“Ready?” Utahime signals everyone before Ui-Ui blows the whistle and once and for all initiates the game!

Up first Utahime serves the ball with a loud bam. The ball flies over the net and a shadow casts over the middle.

“Miwa!” Maki exclaims so serious-like which is kind of scary. Then again she just kind of scares you. She probably—no she could win against all of you single-handedly. She’s that impressive.

Regardless, Miwa moves forward and raises her hands, but instead of hitting the ball, like a flash of lightning, Itadori and Maki zoom back, they both jump up at the same time and end up clashing together, but Itadori manages to hit the ball over the net instead.

“Y/N!” Gojo warns you. But just as the two of you jump to block it, the ball whizzes past the tip of Satoru’s fingers and hits the sand behind you so hard the sand implodes everywhere.

“Damn,” you murmur and look over at the boy completely starstruck.

That was fucking faster than you thought. They got a score in the first few seconds! And it was probably at their worst too!

“Come on birthday boy,” Shoko scolds Satoru. “Get your head in the game. You’re a giant for a reason aren't you?”

You look away from the students passing each other smiles and tease Shoko right back. “Oh someone’s getting grouchy. I forgot how bad you get when you play sports.”

“She’s also a few shots in,” Satoru whispers in your direction.

“Come on Okkotsu break these old fuckers backs,” Kusakabe cheers on the boy from the sidelines with a beer in his hand.

But you’re not even old…you’re only 28. Tsk.

Whatever…

Yuta gets the ball, he reels back his hand; and even with your conflicted feelings for him you know he’s not to be messed with, so you prepare to block. Yet the ball flies over and falls towards Takaba’s direction. He seems to panic, but he manages to smack and manages to hit it hard enough to get it across.

“Nice,” you throw over your shoulder while you keep your eyes on the ball, seeing that it gets close to Kamo.

When he jumps to meet the ball, he’s smart enough not to hit the ball with too much power behind his swing, he taps it just hard enough to get across, with hopes it’ll catch you all off guard and get them another point. However, a shadow casts over Mei-Mei, but it’s not near her range, so Kashimo runs ahead and jumps to return the ball to the other side.

Itadori receives the ball and passes it to Hakari without as much as an eye signal. They’re coordinated more than you thought, but you know Hakari more than Itadori. You know how hard he can hit and how far he can jump, so you prepare to counter.

As to not give it away though, you don’t bend your knees, but you do prepare your hands. When he hits it over, Satoru passes you a knowing look he could’ve passed on earlier, but whatever, you still catch him, and see him lazily stretch his arms out to do a fake, letting you jump over, reel your arm back, and slam the ball down with all your force.

Hakari and Itadori try to catch the ball, but it whizzes down and you hit a spike.

It’s now a tie match, but you don’t care, you still throw your fists in the air.

“Good job Mommy!” Satori exclaims from the sand a few feet away from the court.

You throw her a thankful thumbs up and focus back on the game. You wish you could say the rest of the match was smooth, that it was an easy win for the more experienced adults, but as awkward and quiet as the students were with each other, they’re strong, faster, and they don’t let your team get ahead. It’s a tie match all the way until the last minute, but now this is where it gets more intense. Even if it’s the first round, this last moment decides the first winner, this can decide how the rest of the game can go. So you focus.

You’re at the front again after some rotating. You aren’t confident about the back row as of now, but you have to make do with what you got, so you narrow your eyes. You don’t give your move away and just watch the ball fly across the net with a focused gaze. Ino and Kashimo act as decoys, while you hastily hop over, reel your hand back, and summon momentum to your palm to slap the ball with all the force you mustered. Maki tries to block it, her fingers reach for the ball. But she miscalculated her jump, she misses and the ball slams on the ground with an explosive thud that sends sand everywhere, setting your team as the winner for the first match out of five.

Which isn’t really something to celebrate over, but you still do, you throw your hands up and shout. “That’s how it’s done!” You beam and spin around to run to Choso.

Your boyfriend is unaware of your actions, but the moment he sees you running to him he prepares himself and manages to catch you when you jump on him

“Ahaha!” You laugh whilst you wrap your arms around his neck, and your legs around his waist.

“Nice game,” he doesn’t miss the chance to say while he tightens his hold around you.

“What can I say?” You gloat and slide off him to face him with a grin. “I have a wicked spike. You surprised me though. You make good serves.”

“Yes, but I can’t say I’m good at much else,” he says.

“You just need to call who you want to pass it to,” Shoko interjects as she walks over to return to her initial spot. “You’re not giving anything away so don’t worry.”

“All right.” He takes the advice and then narrows his gaze. “Ieiri I thought you gave up sports because of a man?”

You snap your eyes to Choso and shoot him a warning glare since he’s not supposed to know about that guy. She told you not to tell anyone she dated that man, especially not in front of Satoru because he’d never stop teasing her. Yet your sweet man doesn't understand.

“Oh,” Shoko laughs awkwardly and shoots you a pointed look. “Well, this is harmless fun. Besides, the guy is old news. He’s long forgotten.”

“Oh.”

“Good.” You nod slowly and ignore her shaking her head at you. “Well we still have four more rounds so let’s get going.”

Shoko turns away first so you grab Choso’s arm and pull him to you. “Choso, you weren't supposed to know that. I over-shared, so please don’t repeat it in front of anyone else, okay?”

Choso blinks in confusion but he doesn’t argue. “Oh, all right. Sorry.”

You scoff softly and flash him a smile before you let him go and return to your spot.

From then on the match's duration decreases as both teams start to get more comfortable with each other, silences fill with shouts of desperation and excitement, and laughs are born after a powerful hit, or a quick point.

Adrenaline and excitement rushes through all your veins as you’re swept up by a competitive high, (some more than others), so you all end up forgetting that it’s winter and the weather is far from friendly; especially some of the guys.

Satoru and Kashimo slip their shirts off and don’t get bothered by the cold winds embrace. You want Choso to take his shirt off, but even if he doesn’t get cold easily he just keeps on a tight short-sleeved shirt and you’re left just drooling over his abs stamped through the material, and his sweat gleaming over his face and biceps. He does take his shoes off though and wraps his feet, but that’s it. Sadly.

You will get him to take his shirt off later though. Just for you to see.

On the other team, Hakari takes his pants off to be in shorts and takes his shirt off to leave his torso bare, no one else on his team follows his lead though. His team, however, does seem to work just like you wanted; like a team, a united front. Their teamwork improves and their communication skills are speechless but tactful.

Their stars are almost always the same, Harkari, Itadori, and Maki, but they give the rest of their team a chance. They work on their mistakes and you, Satoru, and Utahime couldn’t be prouder.

Even if you aren’t a teacher, you are the mentor to some, so you get happy to see them working together. Just like it’s meant to be. Just like Suguru dreamed of.

If Suguru was here he would be proud, he’d be over the moon. Out of the many goals he had, seeing sorcerers getting along and working as a team was the most important. So even if this is a playful setting, he still would be happy. You’re proud you could see a part of his dream come true.

“Y/N!” Shoko warns, but It’s just a tactic.

You’re on the last match, just like many times before you’re neck to neck. With 3 points left on each team before the ultimate winner is decided.

You are getting increasingly more tired, but you jump and throw your hand back. Albeit the ball doesn’t reach you, with a soft but swift tap Satoru hits the ball and scores before any of the students could dive to counter.

“See!” Satoru exclaims and runs past you to fall on his knees and slide forward. “That’s how it’s done!” He shouts and throws his arms up to thrust his fists in the air.

Takaba being the man he is is the only one who celebrates with Satoru, the rest of you see that you have 2 more points to go so you wait for him.

Once he’s done he grabs your shoulder and shakes you.

“Ugh,” you groan but can’t help but smile anyway.

Satoru laughs and when he returns to his spot he bends down to put his hands on his thighs, and smugly stretches from one side and then to the other.

Now you hope you lose.

“Ready?” Utahime warns everyone before she sends the ball flying across your side toward the middle row.

Now unlike before, their weak spots are fortified. Inumaki catches the ball and passes it to Hakari, who hits hard and far. Yet Kashimo is fast, he runs back, and as he’s reaching for the ball he meets your gaze to send you a signal.

“Mine!” You give away your move and immediately hop up when Kashimo sends the ball you're way. Itadori, Harkari, and Maki get ready to block your fast hit, but you outsmart them. They thought you wouldn't go with a soft hit back-to-back, so they’re unprepared when you end up softly pushing the ball down directly behind their line of defense.

“Come on now!” You bellow happily and skip to the end of the court to high-five Kashimo.

“Not bad,” he manages to say in a not-so-grumpy tone. He tends to always sound annoyed, but that's maybe because he’s an old man in spirit.

“Careful old man you almost smiled at me,” you interject with a laugh before you twist around and run back to your spot whilst giving a high five to Choso and Takaba.

Once you’re in place Utahime hits the ball directly towards Maki’s grasp. Yet just as Shoko and Satoru prepare to counter or block, Maki drops her hands and lets the ball pass to Momo.

Now Momo might be smaller than the others, but she has a mighty swing. Once her hand hits the ball it goes flying. You move to try and block it, but first Itadori hits it with all his might. Choso and Takaba dive to try and make the team miss, but the ball carves a hole in the ground when it lands inches away from the grasp of your teammates.

“It was a nice try honey,” you assure Choso as you help him to his feet.

“Not good enough. I’ll try better,” he redirects, making you grin.

Now with the other team serving they have the advantage. And they use it. They trick you and once again tie the match by soft tapping, leading to you and your brother almost crashing together.

“We need one more point and we win,” Satoru says as he grabs your shoulders and pushes you back to your spot. “Let’s win this and show the students who’s the best!” He smirks.

You faintly mirror his gesture and roll your shoulders back.

“Come on Yuta let’s make this our last serve,” Maki interjects and bends her knees to get ready for what could lead to the winner or not. Neither of you know, but you both intend to make this the last round. All your hearts know that as they begin to pound during the anticipation. You were all sweaty too, but as you watched Okkotsu get ready to serve it’s like you feel the thick beads of sweat streaming down your face. You feel every muscle in your body burning, and your exhaustion is draining you, more than usual, but you stand your ground and glare at the opposite team to intimidate them.

The moment Okkotsu hits the ball, it flies directly toward you. Satoru can’t help you block or counter, so you summon all your strength behind your swing. And when the ball gets close enough you hit the ball with the tip of your fingers and push down.

That can be your winning point, the ball gets close to the ground. Albeit Itadori swiftly reacts and dives down to pass the ball.

“He blocked me?!” You whisper sharply and huff.

Hakari follows by jumping up to strike, but it’s a trick that Satoru and Shoko don’t fall into, they move to block Maki. But her swing is swift, hard, and powerful, you can’t even see how fast it moves until it smacks hard on the ground and you’re hit by sand.

You don’t realize you lost until Kashimo complains. “What the hell was that?! Where were your heads?!”

You slouch in defeat and watch the ball while the students on the other side shout, jump up and down, and huddle together.

“Well,” Satoru sighs in defeat. “That was a good game.”

You blink and fall on the ground to pout. And yes you should be proud, the students won with all their teamwork and blah, but you lost!

“Good game,” Choso pats your back.

You wave his hand off and sigh dramatically. “Yeah, yeah.”

Choso chuckles and tries to sit down next to you but you meet his gaze and smile at him.

“Go to Itadori, I’m just catching my breath and sulking. I’ll get over it.” You assure him.

He’s hesitant, but he presses a kiss on your head before he walks away, letting Shoko sit next to you.

“We used to be a damn good team,” you mutter in defeat. “What happened?!”

Shoko snorts. “We got old?”

You drop your head on your knees and actually try to catch your breath now as you still sulk.

“Do you need water?” Shoko asks with concern.

You nod. “Yeah, but I’ll get up in a second. I’m thinking about my life now.”

Shoko chuckles. “You’re so dramatic.”

You tilt your head up and flash her a smile, catching at that moment Satori wandering over to you.

“Maybe you can build a sandcastle or fly a kite?” She redirects what you told her. That snarky little girl.

“Ahaha,” you feign a laugh before you genuinely grin at her as you watch her walk up behind you. “Was it fun?” You ask.

Satori blows out air and wraps her arms around your neck as she presses herself on your back. “No. My tiger and I flew my kite instead.”

You narrow your eyes, but Shoko asks your question for you. “How do you fly a kite with a cursed spirit, little one?”

“Easy,” Satori answers casually. “He made himself big so I could mount his back, and he ran for me.”

You giggle and praise her critical thinking skills. “Smart.”

“Now I’m soooo bored,” she groans and slips her hands off your neck to twist around and drape her head over your shoulder.

“Ah, well since it is Satoru's birthday, why don’t you help your auntie Shoko and I bury your uncle in the sand, Hm?” You suggest, making her beam at you.

“Great idea! Let’s go!” She exclaims and pushes herself off you before she yells out for her uncle. “Uncle Satoru coming over here, quick!”

——

*LATER*

The rest of the evening everyone seemed to forget how cold it really was outside, including you. For that entire day, no one remembered the tragedy that awaits everyone on the 24th of December. And maybe that’s why no one let the cold weather bother them, because of what awaits you. Everyone wants to enjoy one day without worry.

Sure Satoru is fighting Sukuna first, he has the chance to end the fight, but you can’t plan for a hopeful outcome. As negative as it sounds, as much as you hate it and feel a pit in your stomach, you have to also plan for what if Satoru loses. You also have to plan to fight Kenjaku, which as of now the first runners-up are you, Okkotsu, and Takaba.

For now, you hope that’s enough, but time will only tell. Time knows everything that will happen. It’s wise, and it taunts you for not knowing ahead. You could wish to know the future all you want, but you can never peek ahead and know what’s going to happen, whether to celebrate a good outcome or avoid a bad one.

If you could, wouldn’t everything be different?

You don’t know that either, you only know the past and what’s happening at this very moment. Which is a gift amongst itself. You can recognize that. You’re happy—no you’re grateful to be alive and get to watch your daughter carrying out Satoru’s birthday cake. You’re proud that you get to see Satoru aging yet another year. And most importantly you are happy you’re not alone.

“Happy birthday Satoru!” You cheer and clap.

Satoru passes you a faint smile before he focuses on recording Satori bringing out his cake like a proud parent recording their child’s dance recital.

“You made it to 29!” Shoko exclaims as she helps Satori set the cake down in front of Satoru.

“Someone tell him to take his infinity so he can taste his cake,” one of the students shouts from the crowd gathered around the birthday man.

“Come on Sugar, let's take a picture together,” Satoru suggests, and your daughter happily obliges.

“But don’t do bunny ears,” Satori warns him. “You always do them.”

Satoru raises one hand. “I swear,” he assures her, but you see him crossing his fingers on his other hand under the table.

“Mommy quick take a picture before the candles melt,” Satori yells at you impatiently

“Okay, okay, I was getting ready anyway,” you comfort her with a soft laugh before you walk around the table to stand across from them. When you point your camera they both end up giving each other bunny ears without knowing. How cute.

“What about one more,” you let them know after you snap the first picture.

Neither party complains, but this time instead of just them, all of Satoru’s students jump in for the picture.

“Nice,” you muse and put the camera down, hearing them all laugh, and seeing Satoru grin softly.

“Blow the candles now!” Satori tells her uncle before she looks back at Hakari and giggles, letting you know that they’re up to no good.

“Come on make a wish,” you encourage your brother with a smile that you can’t let go of, it even starts to hurt your cheeks a bit.

“All right,” he breathes out before he flutters his eyes shut for a few seconds before he shows off those bright blue eyes of his, puckers his lips, and blows out the candles decorating his cake, causing the room to erupt in cheer.

“Yay! You’re halfway old now Uncle Satoru!”

You snort at Satoris' boldness and can’t help but laugh with everyone else while Satoru grabs his chest and acts hurt.

“Thanks, Satori for that insight.” He mutters and leans down.

Satori notices and her eyes widen with excitement. She once again looks over at her partner in crime, and he gives her a nod and offers her a thumbs up. Now you should come in between whatever they're up to, but then again what’s the harm in what they want? So instead you start recording and smile as you watch Satori put her little hand over Saroru’s head. Before he can move she slams her hand down and tries to push his face into the cake.

Satoru had noticed what her intentions were, she wasn’t really discreet even if she thought she was. So since his big fat head is heavy he actually helps her out and basically shoves himself in his own cake and gets what he wanted; Satori laughing and happy.

“Nice job little one,” Shoko praises Satori with a smirk.

Kirara and Itadori shove past you to steal a quick picture of Satoru’s face covered in frosting.

“Excuse you,” you grumble and squeeze past them.

“Now you!” Satoru exclaims and swipes some frosting off his face to wipe it on Satori’s face.

“Hey!” She chuckles. “That’s no fair!”

They both end up laughing at each other and you can’t help but tear up just a little as you watch them. Not for what you could’ve had if you reunited sooner, but over the unknown future. You don’t want Satori to lose yet someone else she loves and looks up to. She’s lost too many people already at her young age, you don’t want her to lose Satoru either. You didn’t want to lose him either.

“Okay everyone come get cake no one is serving anyone!” Shoko announces before she backs away from the gathering crowd.

You sigh and let out all your gloom and doom, instead you keep trying to make the best out of this day.

“Hey, Uncle Satoru,” you hear Satori interject. “When do you think we’ll go out and exorcise curses together?”

Satoru turns his head with his mouth full of cake and snickers, making her slowly pout.

“Don't laugh,” she says sadly. “I train. I’m strong. and my mommy says I will make a great partner. I just want to go on a mission like you and my daddy would.”

Satoru’s breath hitches softly at the mention, and you…smile down at your hands. A part of you wants to cry just thinking about it, then again you have been more emotional than usual, but that’s beside the point, you don’t cry. You feel joy hearing Satori bring that up.

“My daddy always told me cool stories,” Satori continues trying to presuede him into accepting. “I just want to have a cool story of our own.”

Satoru swallows thickly and laughs softly. “Is that so? Well, maybe after all this is over we can go on an easy mission, okay?”

Satori's face immediately changes and she beams at him now. “Yay!”

Satoru scoops up more cake with his spoon and wonders out loud. “What else would your dad say?”

Tsk. Of course, he’s going to probe her about Suguru now. He did it every chance he got.

Anyway, you let them be and find Choso in the living room talking to his brother. You put a foot forward to sit next to your boyfriend, but you’re then hit with a realization so you step back and pull your camera out.

“Uh, Itadori, Cho,” you interject and immediately gain their attention. “Would you mind if I took a picture?”

Itadori and Choso look at each other, and as nervous as Choso got out of fear his brother would reject this simple request, he answers for him and his brother. “No, not at all.”

You smile and whisper excitedly, “great!”

As you lift your camera, Itadori scoots closer to Choso and wraps his arm around his brother before he offers the camera a wide happy grin. Choso first looks over at Itadori with a smile before he shows off that same smile to the camera, letting you snap a picture that triggers the flash to go off.

“Perfect,” you say cheerfully. “Thank you boys.”

With the inability to stop smiling at Choso’s new milestone, you sit down beside him and lean into his ear. “See I told you I could get it.”

Choso looks at you with awe and interjects. “Now all we need is the Christmas portrait.”

You chuckle, making him proud that he’s getting a lot better at making you laugh with the little things he says.

“Itadori come on, we’re going to start,” Panda whisks Itadori away with the other students outside.

“Do you want to watch the fireworks with me?” You ask Choso and bat your lashes as if he isn’t going to agree right away. “Hakari and Inumaki found some in the garage and they’re going to pop them now it seems, so do you want to watch the light show with me?”

Choso watches as you press your hand on his chest and draws in a deep breath before meeting your pleading gaze and giving in without a fight. “Yes, that sounds fun.”

You grin at him and first grab a throw blanket that was on the couch, and then grab his hand to take him outside with you. Albeit you don’t go too far out where the students are, you decide you’re too old to be huddled around them, so you keep your distance, and plop Choso on the cold ground before you follow and snuggle your back against his chest.

He then grabs the throw blanket you took and hooks his arms around your neck to wrap the both of you in the warmth of the blanket. While you wait for the students to start you lay your head back on Choso’s shoulder, and watch the star-littered sky. He on the other hand sighs softly in satisfaction and watches you.

“How about tonight we do face masks together after we take a shower, hm?” You suggest and drift your eyes to meet his gaze. “Maybe we can also watch a sappy movie tonight. Do you like that idea?”

Choso nods. “Yes, I don’t mind.”

You smile at him and only lift yourself a little to give him a fleeting kiss on his chin. He offers you a soft lovestruck smile and that reminds you of something.

“Oh, and by the way the secrets I tell you, like the one about Shoko, are supposed to stay between us. You’re not supposed to know,” you remind him before you could get into trouble.

“Oh,” he gasps softly. “Sorry. I forgot.”

You laugh softly and tilt your head down. “Don’t worry about it, just remember that the gossip I tell you is not shared.”

“Right,” he mumbles whilst he rests his chin on your head. “What about the stuff I hear? Do I tell you?”

You pull away from him and twist around halfway to meet his gaze with a pressing look. “Did you hear something?” You probe.

Choso chuckles. “I suppose that’s a yes. Well when I was helping Satori build her castle out of sand, I heard your brother and Ieiri talking about uh, Mei-Mei trying to “make a move” on a Higuruma when they were on their way here.”

You gasp and turn completely to grab his arms. “What else did you hear? Because I heard she was talking all sweet to Kashimo.”

“Uh, your brother said that she has a way to scare off men.” He says.

You scoff and turn to lay back against him. “That's so not it. That’s how you know he doesn’t know her. She just figures out if they have money or not, if they don’t then they’re not worth her time.”

“Oh.”

The corner of your lips tug to a half smile. “She most likely found out that neither men have money so she just didn’t bother getting to know them.”

“Hm.” He doesn’t say much but he still absorbs everything you tell him and always recalls what you have mentioned in the past.

It’s another reason why you love him. He’s a great listener.

“You know,” you add and drop your gaze to watch Hakari finally light a small firework. “I think Kashimo is warming up to me.”

Choso drops his head and mutters quietly. Oh?”

You smirk and drop your hand to start caressing Choso’s knee. “I think he’s okay for an ancient sorcerer. He reminds me of my middle school boyfriend,” you lie and follow the firework to the sky. “Except he had red hair.”

The firework is small but it’s still loud and bright overhead. The white light lets you see Choso’s bothered pout when you glance back at him.

“And his hair was straight and shorter. He had green eyes, and he gave me good gifts,” you list things off and see Choso’s eyebrows pinch together, making his nose wrinkle all cute-like.

“And…” you roll out, and he finally glances at you, so you start to laugh—“and I was just kidding. I just wanted to see you pout my love.”

Choso sighs deeply and glances away, causing you to giggle and throw your arms around his neck to pull him down to slam your lips on his. All while another firework goes off, this one brighter and bigger, a deep red instead of white that paints both of your faces with its light.

“I was just teasing,” you coo when you pull back just an inch from his lips.

Choso holds your gaze with a hardened look for a moment longer before his face eases and a smile cracks on his face.

“I like your smile,” you make him blush. “Where else could I see a smile like yours, Cho?”

Choso scoffs and shows off a softened look full of adoration.

“You know,” he adds softly before he looks away to watch more of the light show that continues to paint the sky. “Living by the ocean isn’t bad. I…like it.”

You lift your gaze to the sky and smile softly.

“It’s calm, quiet,” he continues with a smile you immediately recognize as a timid one. “Most importantly you’re happy here. I think it’s a good place for our family.”

Family? What does he mean by that? Like for the family you already have? Or to add on to it?

You part your lips to ask but you’re interrupted by Satori calling out for you as she runs outside. “Mommy!”

“Over here,” you drop the subject for now and drop your eyes to watch your daughter run to you.

“I want to watch the fireworks too;” she says when reaches you.

Your eyes and smile brighten, and you can’t help but answer giddly. “Okay.”

You then open the blanket, and she sits herself in front of you to let you embrace her with the blanket too. When she’s all snuggled up, Choso shifts his arms and his legs away to get ready to move and give you and your daughter space, but you grab his hand and yank him back against you. Because if Satori was bothered by him cuddling with you then she would have not accepted your invitation to snuggle with you under the same blanket, she would have kept her distance, but she didn’t so she doesn’t mind, therefore he can stay.

You want him to stay so you could be sandwiched by the people you love the most, and find comfort in their warmth on such a chilly night.

Unbeknownst to you though, while you watch the fireworks paint the sky like you watch the rain with Choso, in a comfortable silence, Satoru watches the three of you from a distance. He tries to remain neutral for the sake of you, and for Satori, since he sees that she likes Choso now. He also tries to see Choso in a better light, but no matter what, he can’t come to agree or like him with you. Now more than ever.

——

*LATER*

All the rooms were occupied, so Satori had to come sleep with you for the night, making Choso decide that it would be better if he slept on the couch in the parlor room. So now you’re sneaking downstairs to sleep with him like a teenager forbidden to go out.

Albeit on your way to the parlor room you notice Satoru in the sunroom all alone watching the distant waves through the window, pondering over who knows what.

Now you’re presented with a choice, go to him, or ignore him and go to Choso.

You are tired, so you move a step forward.

However, that’s the furthest you get because then you think to yourself that you can’t actually ignore your brother all by his lonesome. If you want to mend your relationship you have to try. So what’s so wrong with staying up a bit longer?

Thus you walk over and when you reach the door you knock first out of courtesy. Once you’re walking inside nothing is spoken, the silence carries on. Not because you made it awkward and uncomfortable by interrupting him, but because you both just basked in the white noise of the waves in the distance. It was soothing.

You almost want to leave the silence as it is. You could actually fall asleep where you are, you already have so many times in the past, but Satoru is out here for a reason, and you have to be sisterly and worry.

First, though, you start off slow.

“When Suguru and I found out we were expecting,” you fill the silence and keep your eyes on the ocean reflecting the night on its clear surface—“since we didn’t want anyone to find out we were going to have a baby, we came to live here for the entirety of my pregnancy. When…” you trail off as your voice breaks and fiddle with your nails.

“When,” you sigh and continue. “I started getting bigger Suguru and I would spend a lot of our evenings here and he would read Satori books. That was his favorite thing to do.”

After being basically frozen in place, Satoru shifts in his seat and then drifts his blue eyes to you, which is hard to miss because of how bright they are.

“This is my first time coming here since he died,” you murmur and meet his gaze. “This is my first time being in this room without him.”

Satoru hums and instead of looking sad or simply bummed out by what you said, his gaze slowly starts to harden.

But you don’t take it as anything bad though, you finally ask the question you’ve been building up to. “Are you okay?”

“Besides now,” he breaks his silence and only looks at you with what appears to be conflict. “Do you ever think about Suguru?”

You blink repeatedly in confusion and fail to answer because you think he’s somehow joking. When he doesn’t say he is, or ease his glare, you draw out a deep breath and nod stiffly as you drop your gaze.

“Everyday,” you share quietly. “When I look at my daughter living day by day without her father. When we talk about Kenjaku. And those moments when it’s quiet, when it’s just me and I have something stupid to say about my day…” you pause and look at him with a sorrowful look. “Why?” You ask.

Satoru drops his gaze and swallows thickly. “Because I can’t stop thinking about him and how it hasn’t been a year yet but you’ve already moved on.”

You blink with surprise and slowly the sorrow in your eyes turns to conflict, and that sad frown curls into a scowl.

“Have you thought about that?” He throws at you sharply as if he’s the one you’re hurting.

“I think about it,” you mutter while you ball your hands to fists. “But why are you? What does it matter to you?”

Satoru’s eyes snap up and he counters back quickly. “It matters because I don’t think you know what you’re doing. I mean saying you love this new guy after what? It hasn’t even been a month since you met him. You got with him and said you loved him after like three weeks.”

You lose all the initial worry you had for him and get fueled with anger. Hot anger you had for him before you forgave him. That resentful anger you bore for years.

“I told you why I love him, I told you how it all came to be,” you argue and defend the man you love. “I gave you hundreds of reasons why it shouldn't matter how many days it’s been since we’ve known each other, and he’s given you thousands. So why does it matter how long I’ve known him for? Why is it so important for you to tell me how long it’s been since my husband died? My husband, not yours, the father of my kids, not yours, the love of my life, not yours. Tell me, Satoru, tell me,” you sneer.

“Is it because you don’t like Choso?” You don’t leave him room to respond as your anger starts to burn hotter and begins to blind you. “Because you don’t want me to be happy? You want me to be buried in my blankets grieving Suguru? Because trust me I’ve been there, I was there. I grieved Suguru, I felt like dying every day since I lost him. I wanted to stay that way for the rest of my life because living on without him felt pointless, but I stood up, I fought to live on every day. It felt so dreadful,” you spat with tears of anger and anguish filling your eyes, with every word your voice filling with more rage and sorrow. “But I kept living because my daughters needed me. I moved on because my daughters needed me, because they didn’t deserve to have an empty husk of a person as a parent, because my students brought the light back to my life.”

Tears slip down your cheeks, and you expect him to cut in to apologize or argue, but he stays quiet, letting you continue with your rageful rant.

“Or are you just saying all this because you can never be happy for me and the people I chose to be with? First, it was Suguru, and now it’s Choso. So tell me brother, why do you have that need to always act like such an asshole? And don’t give me that big brother bullshit, it works only for a little bit, but we both know you never liked Suguru and me together. So tell me,” you whisper and try to sound angry but it comes out shaky more than anything.

“I want you to be happy,” Satoru interjects with his look of conflict not lost, it’s still showing, but now you see anger too—“but I’m looking out for you too, you may not like that answer, but that’s it. We have parents and other family, but you are the only part of that family I care about…”

Your breath catches in your throat, and you feel your head hurt as you don’t know whether to stay upset or not.

“It’s always been that way,” he continues with a hint of softness in his voice. “You are my home. Suguru was my home too…that’s why…I was always hard on you when you were a couple. I didn't want my home to break apart, with you two being together, there was a risk. Do I regret being so harsh? Yes, that moment when you were saying your goodbyes last year I saw that I was wrong for being upset, and I’m sorry for that.”

Well, when he puts it that way it’s hard to stay angry at him. You understood things not wanting to change, but that doesn’t explain Choso.

“What about Choso?” You bring up with that anger lost completely now. “He isn't your best friend so why are you against him?”

Satoru clenches his jaw as he sighs deeply. He continues to stay quiet and hold your gaze for a moment before he speaks up without a hint of losing his anger. “Because of who he is. You may see him as human, but I don’t.”

Oh, and just like that your anger returns

“He’s half a curse, y/n. Please tell me you know that.”

You stiffen and respond without hesitation. “I do, but why should that matter? He’s still human too. He’s more human than some people I know. There may have been some problems with him in the beginning, but he turned himself around. Itadori can vouch for that, Satori can vouch for it, my students and Shoko can, you would see how great he is if you gave him a chance.”

Satoru scoffs and rolls his head away before he brushes his hands through his hair out of frustration. “Of course you would say that,” he mumbles. “Why should I be surprised given…” he trails off, leaving you puzzled.

“Given what?” You ask sharply.

“Don’t. I know.”

Your eyebrows furrow and your glare turns to a puzzled look. “Know what?” You quip.

Satoru’s eyes drift to you and he glares before he rolls his eyes away sassily.

“What?” You press with frustration. “What do you know?”

Satoru stands up straight and snaps his head towards you to narrow his glare on you. He has yet to answer you so you raise your eyebrows to press him.

“You don’t know…you’re pregnant?” He asks unsurely.

And without saying a thing you answer his question with a shocked gasp.

“Oh,” he whispers and sucks air through his teeth as he feels guilt for revealing that the way he did, but he doesn’t regret anything else he did say.

“I,” is all you manage to mutter as your disbelief heightens and clears your mind.

“It was faint at first,” he adds on as if that would help your shock. “I thought it was just your cursed energy since it’s like a dancing flame, but as these weeks have gone by I started to see that it wasn’t just you, I was seeing two other bundles of cursed energy growing inside you—oh, damn,” he catches what else he revealed when it’s too late.

“Twins?” Is all you can say now with a smile wanting to tug on your lips, but you still can’t believe what he said so you’re still a bit paralyzed.

But you are starting to realize that all your headaches, your erratic emotions, and your exhaustion make sense. But since these days are around the time you get your period you haven’t been given the chance to find out for yourself.

“I don’t know,” he says. “For all we know they can be curses.”

You snap out of your shock as his terrible words travel in your ears, and snap at him. “How could you say that?”

Satoru’s face contorts with frustration and he’s quick to argue back. “How could you not? That guy is half a curse, y/n, remember? For all we know those things growing inside you could be full-blooded curses that could kill you.”

You glare at him and shake your head. “No. I would know. And him being half a curse doesn't matter. He has a human body, he has human blood. He’s human, why can’t you understand that?”

“Because as long as he has any potential to hurt you and Satori, I could never forget that,” he says from the bottom of his heart. “That’s why. And if that mattered to you you would get rid of…them before they have a chance to kill you.”

You grab your belly and hear his mean words echo in your head for a moment before you finally react in anger. “You are being cruel, Satoru. I don’t want to talk to you.” You turn on your heels and storm off.

Once you’re in the hall that leads to the parlor room, and far from your brother you stop to take in what he just said. He was so mean, so negative. It all catches up to you and those emotions you’ve been trying to hold back all day finally escape you, but this time it’s not because you’re happy, or reminiscing about the past, this time it’s because of what Satoru said.

In your heart and gut, you know Satoru’s fear isn’t true, they’re babies. They're yours and Choso’s babies. You want to be happy about it, but the way Satoru spoke with so much malice found a way to ruin the moment and fill you with anguish.

You almost want to take back your forgiveness, but you don’t. You can’t. He’s just…worried. You understand. Even if it pisses you off now, you understand deep inside that he’s worried. You just need a moment to sulk in your sadness and frustration. Just a moment.

Just a moment, you repeat to yourself and take just that to wallow in your anguish before you let out a deep breath and wipe away your tears to enter the parlor room.

Perhaps you should have returned to your room given the news you were just blurted out, but the only thing that helps you feel at ease, especially in your current mood is Choso. Besides, when he sees you walk in he greets you with a smile.

“What are you doing down here?” He whispers as if he is accompanied by a third party, but it’s just him and you.

“I wanted to come sleep with you,” you tell him and thank the cover of the night because he can't notice that you were crying.

“Is that okay?” You ask as you find your way to the couch he’s on.

“Appreciated,” he assures you and lifts his blanket to welcome you to his side, which you quickly take so he won’t see your face now that you’re close.

When he wraps you with his blanket you wrap your arms under his arms and snuggle your head against his chest without saying a word. Which is a small mistake.

Choso knows you enjoy your silence, especially when it comes to falling asleep, but he can also pick up when something is wrong when you’re quiet. He has suspicions of that now because of the way you averted your gaze.

“Is everything okay?” He asks whilst he wraps his arm around your neck and cups the back of your head to massage your scalp.

“Mhm,” you hum in agreement, and in that second you want to tell him the good news you just found out, but there’s also a chance Satoru could be wrong. Those babies he saw could be spurts of erratic cursed energy, and if that’s all it is then you don’t want to get Choso excited or upset over nothing. So you’ll have Shoko double-check for you before you say anything.

Thus for now you hide your news and your sadness.

“I’m fine,” you assure him. “I just wanted to come sleep with you, that's all.”

Choso doesn’t believe you, but he also doesn’t press because if you were ready to share what was upsetting you then you would. He lets it go for now and just presses you closer against him.

“I love you,” you whisper as you try not to cry more now that you’re in the comfort of his embrace.

Choso presses a kiss on the top of your head and says it back fondly. “I love you too.”

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A/N- The ending Is so twilight coded 🤩 guys we’re gonna have two little rumpelstiltskins! (Please tell me you get it 😂😭)

Tagged- @deniseabad1928 @secondary-character-25 @starlightanyaaa @notsaelty @d4rno @moonnime @kodzukein @yozora7154 @heijihattorisgf @elegantweirdorchest @natakina

[purpleajisai]

Drop your Madara headcannons 🧠 💣

Hi! This is going to be quite a long list. Didn't add every single hc because I'm planning on writing a little fanfic and don't want to spoil some details to you hehe. Anyways, hope you enjoy! Some of these are very oddly specific, this man occupies at least half my brain if not more.

🔥 misc!

* He drinks his tea boiling hot. Burning your tongue? Never heard of it

* Is actually good at cooking and makes the most out of any ingredient available. Growing up in war, he knows how to make meals out of anything.

* Has a pillow to cuddle in bed! The dude is lonely.

* Very elegant and expensive hanko to stamp his documents. A clan leader needs to be fancy sometimes!

* Neat freak. Never has his house messy or his clothes out of place. Even his hair strands are calculated.

* Is actually able to mend/sew his clothes very well if some stitches are damaged during training.

* Sleeps a maximum of 6 hours a day, minimum of 30 minutes. The amount of sleep he gets is like playing a roulette (ever seen the eyebags? yeah)

* Speaking about the eyebags. His eyebags are both sunken and protruding (based on my personal experience of being sleep deprived+stressed) the lower eyelid pops out a little and the dark circles extend more.

* The man is physically unable to go out in social settings during the day. Only has social battery for the night. If he has to do some sort of diplomatic celebration with other clan leaders or kage during the day, he’ll leave the talking to someone better at social gatherings like Hashirama. 

* Has houseplants both for decoration and for cooking. We’re talking pretty succulents and mint plants or peach trees.

* The type of guy to wake up and immediately jump out of bed. Things have to be done everyday and he doesn’t trust people to do things the way he likes. 

🎀 appearance!

* Shaves to perfection every single morning, no excuses. Takes a little razor to missions, hates the feeling of facial hair growing. Trims his eyebrows as well. The Sharingan needs a pretty frame, right?

* The gloves have 2 purposes: protecting his hands from getting calluses or any form of damage due to the metal handle of the gunbai, kusarigama, etc and to hide burn scars (courtesy of @madaraservingcunt go follow her!)

* Continuing with the gloves, they’re made out of leather or thick cotton. Maybe has several sets of them for different activities.

* Smells like a mix of wood (cedar or pine), soot/ash, aloe and maybe lavender or wild daisy.

* Skincare and haircare? He’s VERY serious about these. Aloe vera facial masks for soothing the itchiness of constant katonjutsu, washes face with caution, rice water to keep his hair shiny, protective hairstyles to not damage the long hair strands, bamboo hairbrush to retain the natural oils, etc.

* Either has thick straight hair or textured and slightly wavy hair, definitely cut in layers. The wavy hair would make more sense as it poofs up when dry but looks rather straight when wet, taking into account the scenes of the battle in the Valley of the End (thank you Indra for the wavy hair and gorgeous mane genetics). Definitely loves his hair, fav part about himself.

* The bandages above his ankles are to keep the pants in place because his calves are thin and not very muscular, a small insecurity when he was a teen.

* Speaking of the terrible teens, he got grumpy whenever he got a breakout, zit, etc.

* Has mixed/dry, sensible skin. Dealt with painful and itchy sores due to lack of skin hydration while in war.

* Is a bit ashamed of his height and body proportions (i.e. wishing he was taller, less lean and more bulky, broader shoulders). These were regular nuisances during his teens but he eventually controlled the insecurities in adulthood, not managing to make them disappear completely nonetheless.

🍡 food!

* The databooks say that his fav food is inarizushi, so I've added that he likes similar things: onigiri, temaki, nigirizushi, tamagoyaki or even gyoza.

* Eats with little pleasure, only to fuel his body or whatever. That changes when Konoha is founded and he can actually enjoy and taste his meals.

* Dislikes greasy foods. Not a fan of ramen or katsudon, gyoza has to be boiled and would never eat tempura or ebi furai.

* Has a sweet tooth. We're talking dango, wagashi, dorayaki and more. However, only Izuna knew about this. Can't have a clan leader that eats candy like a little child.

* Prefers his sake cold and drinks mostly umeshu in informal gatherings.

* Actually likes fruit. I have no reason for believing this but he has the face of a man who likes fresh fruit. Fav fruit is persimmons or apples.

* Was malnourished as a child, giving away his food to his brothers or clansmen. Eventually took a toll on his muscle growth and height.

* Eats very light breakfast (maybe tea and some rice with nori or miso soup with wakame), heavy lunch (meat or fish, rice, more tea and other side dishes), no dinner.

* Favourite tea is jasmine or pu'erh, mostly drinks green tea and actually enjoys a good ceremonial matcha.

Thanks for the fun ask! I legit have a google docs of 4 pages full of hcs 😭 please send more asks about him I need to dump my brainrot

[asher-agere]

I am thisssss 🤏 close to making an agere blog. I’ll probably not make it a sideblog and rather use my second email to make it a whole new blog (I don’t want it to be associated with my main since I’m scared my few friends would find this stuff weird)… I’d like to be able to share a bunch of agere stuff I’ve made. But there is one problem: my motivation to make stuff comes from interaction and if my blogs gets two notes per post I’d end up with no motivation at all. Which might be a problem that I’d probably have to put effort into fixing but that sounds difficult and inconvient so I wouldn’t be able to get myself to put effort into fixing my need for validation ):

Anyways at this point I think a request to go along with most of my asks is very usual so. Yay request time! It’s just a reverse of my second request from my last ask: Can you share your thoughts on caregiver Chūya with little Shirase (during sheep era)? Since the sheep took turns taking care of each other’s regression this would probably happen at some point… and I just like everything to do with Chūya and Shirase :3 especially Shirase I love Shirase. He’s so silly!

- Fyodor Enjoyer

I fully support that idea! Though the idea of not being acknowledged is very scary I agree (ó﹏ò｡) I can guarantee you I’ll support you though, if the posts are from a fandom I’m not in I might not do much, but I’ll interact with everything I understand!!!!! Plus my DM’s are always open, I can totally give encouraging chats hehe. Either way, full support and no judgement either way from here ⸜(｡ ˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ Also yay more Sheep regression! They’re my babies

Caregiver Chuuya + Little Shirase

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✮⋆˙ When Chuuya first joins the Sheep the concept of age regression is completely foreign to him. He has absolutely no experience with the outside world after all. But Shirase isn’t shy about it one bit. It’s one of the many things he’ll happily ramble to Chuuya about when he’s introducing him to the new lifestyle. Chuuya of course would never judge! If anything he’s fascinated by the idea. Another chance at a childhood? He didn’t even know that was possible…

⛦ Chuuya is very lost at the beginning when he just starts taking care of Shirase. He doesn’t even know how to take care of a kid, much less someone older acting like a kid! But the Sheep is like a very close family. Some other stray members are happy to step in and show Chuuya how to take care of him! Making Shirase comfortable is such a huge comfort to Chuuya, it shows he’s doing something right

✮⋆˙ Shirase is a pretty compliant little guy, he doesn’t need much to be happy! As long as he can see Chuuya he’s good! He’s a big kid he doesn’t even need to hold hands! Well… Sometimes it is really nice though… Chuuya is happy to do so of course! But for the most part Shirase just needs to see he isn’t alone, that’s enough for him!

⛦ Shirase does not like the concept of sharing. Likes he’s aware of it, he knows why sharing is important, and he loves all his siblings in the Sheep of course! But when he gets something nice… It’s hard not to be selfish. At first Chuuya gives in, spoiling the little one and keeping his secrets. But as Chuuya bears the weight of responsibility he forces Shirase to share more. After all the Sheep only have so much

✮⋆˙ Pet names time! I think Chuuya uses pet names like “Bud” “Little Guy” and “Shi” Shirase is a big kid! (He regresses 3-7) He expects to be treated as such! However when Chuuya’s getting frustrated he’ll bring out the full name! Scary ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა. I also think that as Chuuya takes on the role as the “King of the Sheep” he’d call the regressors “My Little Lamb”

⛦ Shirase loves to run around and play! He has soo much energy! I think this would actually be encouragement for Chuuya to get in shape! (No way he’s in good shape after coming from the lab) If Chuuya can get in good shape then he can run around and chase the little one! Shirase is super fast though! And he’ll tell Chuuya exactly that! If he gets caught too easily he’ll cry, and he’ll use dirty tricks to stay ahead! (“Chuu look! Puppy!” There’s no puppy)

✮⋆˙ Shirase can be really mouthy! He’s the type of regressor you shouldn’t let around the babies. Volume control is nonexistent, he says kinda mean stuff without really thinking, and he’s not very observant of other’s feelings. This is the kind of baby to be super careful not to swear around! Chuuya lets a single curse word slip then all day it’s all Shirase will say “What toy do you want?” “Fuck!” “Are you hungry?” “Fuck!” Chuuya swears it won’t happen again. It usually happens again

⛦ Nap time is a nightmare. Shirase can be literally falling asleep in Chuuya’s arms and he’ll insist he isn’t tired. He wants to go play! The best thing Chuuya can do is slowly transition him to sitting still games so that the little one can fall asleep while playing. Then Chuuya just has to scoop him up and they’re all good! But yeah never discuss bedtime or nap time. Shirase knows those words!

✮⋆˙ One thing however Shirase definitely can not do though is spell! Anytime something needs discussed that he can’t hear just spell it out! For example “Yeah we’re gonna take an N-A-P” then Shirase just sits there so confused, trying to string the confusing letters into words… Most of the people in the Sheep didn’t get the best education. Being in a younger headspace only heightens this. Chuuya won’t hesitate to take advantage of this weak point

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I hope you enjoyed! On a positive note… I’m no longer sick! Very exciting stuff. This does mean I’ll be posting less, but I take all the chances I can get to! As I get back into schoolwork tumblr is my way of reminding myself to take breaks hehe. Have a wonderful day/night to all of you amazing people!!

[fungusgnat444]

“König being desperate for escort reader :(“ It might be the hottest thing I've ever read

well shit girlie here’s a part two… ily x hope you enjoy (sorry this took me so long)NSFW, angst kinda?, desperate touch starved König, he’s kinda subby hehe, afab fem reader, sugar daddy/pay pig shit if you squint, mentions of anxiety and poor self worth, implied size difference, oral f receiving, piv sex (no mentions of protection but always wrap it up y’all), begging, no german apart from schatz, big pp, decryphilia kinda? (He cries because you taste good lol), i think thats it. Let me know if i missed anything

this man is so stupid and obsessed with you it would honestly be annoying if he didn’t spoil you. You’d be lying if you said he wasn’t your favourite client but there’s only so many times he can burst into tears at the sight of a hickey another client left on you before it gets annoying. As soon as his dumb cock is buried in between your plush tits he forgets all about it immediately. Now he’s crying for a different reason. Speaking of which once he’s comfortable with you this poor boy cries a lot. Weather it’s because he’s over stimulated himself from desperately fucking you like he’ll die if he doesn’t fill you little cunt immediately or he’s feeling sorry for himself, you could probably fill a bathtub with his tears at this point :(

although he feels extremely guilty about it he has started stalking you. It started out innocently (not really he’s just delusional), just checking that you’re safe of course. Spying on you with his binoculars on the rooftop across the street. Only to make sure the client you’re with isn’t hurting you (he’s so stupid). You almost wanted to kill that bastard when he started leaving you gifts on your doorstep, but something about his antics was strangely endearing. You knew at least partly why he was like this. Picking up on little clues each time he vented to you with his head on your chest while you play with his hair. He’d joined the military so young doesn’t exactly give you much opportunity to meet women, the few woman he did work with wouldn’t look twice at him because of his reputation and even if they did he wouldn’t be interested. Unlike most of the men he worked with he had enough professional respect for these women to ever let anything happen. No matter how lonely he got :(. That’s not the only reason he doesn’t know how to interact with women. The glass case filled with war hammer figurines and frankly absurd looking gaming pc setup in his living room told you that he wasn’t exactly popular with the girls when he was younger either. The moment he first got his hands on your body you knew he had barely any experience. Not that you minded, if anything it made it feel more real. Not like most of your clients who just wanted to blow off some steam; he needed this. The desperation in his eyes, his frantic, shaky hands running all over your body like he thinks you’ll leave at any moment and of course he’s just so desperate to hear you say you want it. To know you like him this way, needy. You like it when he begs, when he thanks you, when he’s so lost he can barely speak, he knows you do. He’ll beg for anything, even if he just gets to watch you play with yourself, he just wants to see you cross eyed and breathless, clinging to him for support. Getting so desperate you start begging. Turning into him; pathetic and whiny.

(I know this is pretty different to the first part. Brain rot took over. Hope you still like it. Kinda enjoyed writing könig this way and fleshing out the character a bit so I might turn it into a lil series if anyone shows interest xoxo)

[dragon-queen21]

jsjjdjdndn I’ve literally been spending all day thinking about Assassination Classroom and how absolutely babycoded everyone is

like- the entirety of E Class? Baby

The big 5? Baby

they’re all so baby

but you could also argue that they’re all flips

which would make sense

then obviously Karasuma, Irina, and Korosensei are all CGs

just thinking abt it makes me giddy >v<

-Luckii🎀

Oh, yes yes yes!!!!

~I’ve always thought this because of the situation the students are put into.

~School ends up being more of a regression time for a lot of them away from the stress of home life and prying eyes of others.

~Going to take this as my chance to ramble about the teachers cause I love them :3

~Karasuma buying the class snacks and trying so hard to be a good teacher. (Read father figure)

~Goes from: I don’t want this job I don’t want to even be here to: these are my kids now. Can’t do anything about it (shrug)

~Definitely the one who separates fights and puts kiddos into time out.

~I feel like Irina could be very motherly if she wanted to be.

~Probably nudges her students towards regressing if she thinks they need a break.

~Mostly just enjoys spoiling them.

~Koro Sensei is a push over when it comes to puppy dog eyes. As long as it doesn’t put his kids in danger they could get away with murder hehe

[tmnt-reticent]

Reticent got through the second round of the @tmnt-iteration-compeition ! So here’s the incentive I promised!!! (Rest of the post under the cut as it’s pretty long chdkhdkshfj)

Donnie won the poll!!! He’s my favourite guy so I was pretty glad hehe there’s a lot I want to talk about regarding him. I wanted to spoil smth from Season 5 but since it’s the last season it hasn’t had a lot planned out for it yet. So I decided to spoil smth from S2/3 along with part of the Season 5 thing!!! (The episode has had a decent amount planned for it but not to the point I could properly ramble about it and have it make sense dbkdbskchfk-)

During Season 2, Donnie is constantly having to rebuild the Foot Clan’s weapons as they keep getting broken by Raph, who’s looking for him. Due to this he’s barely getting any sleep in between repairs, training and doing the Purple Dragons work (Which they dumped on him as soon as they realised he wouldn’t fight back). So when he finally gets a breather, he decides to start work on something he refers to as the foot bots, which will learn the aggressor’s moves and hopefully lead to less work for him as they’ll be far more difficult to beat than a regular foot soldier. He never gets to the stage where he’s able to actually start creating them as he never gets a chance to present the blueprints to Shredder for approval before uh. The stabbing. But the purple dragons find them and present the idea as their own, getting approval to start creating them immediately.

In Season 3, Ret Donnie gets into a fight with Leo and leaves the lair for a bit to let off some steam, and that just so happens to be the night when the prototype of the foot bot is being deployed. Donnie sees it attacking a random bystander (Timothy 😈💥💥) and goes to help him, telling him to run before beating the absolute shit out of the foot bot in a fit of rage (both at himself and the foot clan for creating that thing). Karai turns out to be nearby as she was sent out to make sure the test run went well and to retrieve the bot in case anything happened and they have a talk. It’s quite pleasant for the most part, Karai making sure he’s being treated well, that he’s healing nicely, etc. But she tells him to stay out of anything regarding the Foot Clan from now on, partially because she doesn’t want the Shredder finding out he’s alive, but also because she won’t be as gentle next time. He’s an enemy to the Foot Clan now, after all. Donnie doesn’t adhere to this warning however, his guilty conscience over allowing something like the Foot Bots to be created leading to him trying to hunt them all down.

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Season 5’s premiere follows directly after the events of the Season 4 finale. Leo thinks that it had something to do with Karai, so he starts to interrogate Donnie regarding her location, which he doesn’t want to reveal as things with them are already not the best and he can’t take ruining their relationship even further. As Leo continues to grill him, backing him further and further into a corner whilst the others shout over each other trying to get him to stop, Donnie unlocks his ninpo under all the stress. None of the turtles have been really able to control their powers when they first get them, and Donnie is no different, his ninpo going haywire. Instead of letting him read others minds, it allowed others to enter his.

Thats right its an E-turtle of the Spotless Mind/Journey to the Centre of Mikey’s Mind episode‼️‼️🗣️🗣️💯💯💯💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️ (it has aspects of both but I think it’s a bit more similar to the latter)

The group begin at the edges of his mind, where shit has clearly gone down. Massive books tower over them, the pages scribbled on and burnt at the edges, some pages completely missing. It takes a second for them to realise what they are but Mikey realises first given how many things he’s said are written within their pages. They’re rule books of some sort, filled to the brim with every order and correction Donatello has been given over the years. Although, of course, some of it contradicts, and the turtle desperately tried to figure out which one he actually should be following, leading to the plethora of scribbles across the majority of the pages as he attempted to make sense of it all. This leads to Mikey feeling incredibly guilty as he knows he can’t keep making excuses for himself, hiding everything under a guise of trying to be helpful. He was trying to change his little brother, he was trying to *fix* him, and it had been tearing him apart for years.

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I have a few things planned out past that but I don’t exactly know how to talk about them without having everything planned out so I’m gonna leave it there!!! If you do have any questions regarding anything I’ve said here though please do ask!!! I love talking about Reticent :D