#looks like hes trying to take the phone from whoever is taking the picture 😭 like damn is a sasaeng holding the phone

[starlightkun]

pictures of sungchan that make him look like a cryptid

[heartowan]

★ WINTER VISITOR : red hood x reader!

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* im not from america so i have absolutely nooo idea how much is -20°c in fahrenheit im sorry 😭 *

You used to enjoy winter so much more when you were a kid. The snow, the warm clothes, the atmosphere, your mom's hot chocolate... everything was so perfect back then. Now, though, you didn't like it as much.

Not because you grew up to be an insufferable grump, but things weren't as easy. At 9, you didn't have to walk on snowy streets from campus to work to your house in a -20°C weather. Freezing your ass used to be fun when it was voluntary.

But, fortunately, the holidays were already coming, so you wouldn't have any more classes during these few weeks, and you'd also get a few breaks from your job at the bookstore. Finally, some rest.

That's what you thought when you approached your porch, pulling out the keys to open the door in a practiced movement, but you stopped when your eyes caught a glimpse of something red. Then you walked a little closer, and you were able to make out the shape of someone sitting down with their legs stretched, hand cluching their side, a weird helmet on their head and a little cropped brown jacket... what a weird combination.

You knew that helmet, though. You lived in his area, after all.

"Can I help you?" Anyone, literally, anyone, would advise you to not speak to him and simply go find some place else to crash for the night until he went away. The thing is, you wouldn't listen anyway.

He raised his head in your direction, the white eyes of that creepy/fucking weird helmet staring at you, sizing you up and probably judging the fact that you were wearing green tights and red shoes. But, hey, who even was he to judge your style choices?

"Actually, yeah." He said, and even with the modulator distorting his voice, you could hear the hoarsness and the faint tireness. "I'm fucked up over here, I'm not sure I can walk anymore."

You furrowed your eyebrows at that and reached for the phone in your pocket. Carefully, you crouched down beside him and turned on the torch to be able to see his wound better. "Let me see." You said, urging him to take his hand away.

He revealed the wound to you, and God, it was nasty. A bloody and very bumpy gash started from the left side of his abdomen to a little bit before the height of his shoulder blade. Absolutely disgusting. Whoever did that was probably trying to split him in half.

"Oh, my God." You mumbled, your eyes widened at the sight.

"Yeah." He added, nodding his head in understanding to your shock. "Can you at least let me in to... I don't know? Clean it up? It just starts bleeding more if I walk, and I don't wanna get an infection."

What kind of stupid fucking little dumbo would let a stranger dressed like that into their house, especially in Gotham?

"Yeah, come on in." You said, your eyebrows furrowing even more at your own brainlessness. They were almost knitted together like a unibrow.

★...

He sat down on your couch like his body weighted tons, and you noticed how his wound did an odd ripple movement. It just got weirder.

"I have a first aid kit in my bathroom." You said, stripping off your coat and your jacket. "I'll go get it. Do you need anything else?" He just shook his head, and you quickly disappeared into the little hallway.

Red Hood used this moment to look around your house, trying to distract himself from the pain and dizziness. He took in how your walls weren't white, but some kind of eggshell color and there was a green wall too, that one covered in framed paintings, pictures and many posters, as well as some hanging plants.

There were just so many plants. Your couch was more comfortable than his bad, and you had a fluffy mat at the center of the living room, between the couch and your bookshelves, which were full of books he could barely recognize in the dim light.

Oh, yes, the lamps. You had little lamps everywhere and one big lamp beside the couch, but they were all warm and barely even illuminated a thing. They made the room very cozy, though.It was so homey, and it looked like you. If he saw you randomly on the street and for some reason he decided to guess what your house looked like from the inside, that would be it. Maybe not as many lamps, but still.

"Okay, I'm back." You walked out of the little hall in hurried steps, a little red box in your hands. You kneeled close to him on the couch. "Fuck, the lights." You mumbled, and he though your annoyed tone was funny, so he smiled a little under his helmet.

After switching on the big, white light, you kneeled again and gently moved the ripped fabric of his shirt away from the cut. He was staining your couch with blood, but you decided not to care at that moment. With some gauze and saline solution, you cleaned the whole thing up, the sides, and what you could reach of the insides, then, you sprayed some antiseptic on it.

"This is disgusting, but I don't think you'll need stitches." You murmured, not looking at him. Your eyes were focused on the wound. "At least not on the whole thing."

"I can manage." It was all he said.

"I'm gonna patch it up so it isn't exposed." He simply nodded at that, and you started covering the extension of the gash with the little pieces of gauze you had, and then, you secured them with some adhesive tape. "All done."

He stayed there for at least forty minutes, and you noticed how he seemed to have fallen asleep at some point. Maybe he was too tired. You didn't care, but you let him rest anyway.

When he woke up from his nap, you had changed outfits into something more comfortable than the jeans you wore before. A pair of gray sweatpants and a very soft brown hoodie on top of your black Iron Man t-shirt.

"You want some tea?" You offered, looking down at him as he seemed to access the situation — probably forgot what the hell had happened for a second.

"Yeah... yeah. What is it?" He mumbled, his distorted voice sounding groggy. You smiled faintly at that.

"It's peach and ginger." You said. "I like it."

You poured a small amount of it in a little mug you had. It was one of your favorites, with little leaves painted all over it.

"I put honey on it, tastes better." You handed him the mug. And then it hit you... how the hell was he gonna drink the tea with that weird ass helmet on? "How do you- oh."

He shut you up when he removed the helmet after one little click at the back of it.

"You wear a mask under your helmet?" You arched one eyebrow, and he chuckled at your reaction.

"It's for the effect." He said and took a sip of the tea. "Very sweet."

You took a moment to look at the exposed parts of his face. He had a few scars all over it, a sharp jaw and slightly plumpy lips, which were rosy from drinking the tea. He also had flushed cheeks, probably from the cold and a seemingly straight nose. You couldn't really tell the shape from that distance.

"Thanks for taking care of that... and for te tea. And for letting me nap on your couch." He said, looking up at you.

His voice sounded so melodic now without the modulator. It was just slightly raspy, not absurdly deep, but not even a little bit high, and just so much more easy on the ears than you'd ever expect Red Hood's voice to be.

"You're leaving?" You asked in a slightly exasperated tone that surprised both of you and put your own mug down. "You sure you're gonna be alright?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Don't worry." He shook his head, waving his hand as if to say it wasn't a big deal. You just shrugged at that.

He put his mug down, it was almost empty. So he liked the tea. With his helmet in hand and walking a little more stable than before, he offered you a small smile before stepping over to your door.

"Bye." He murmured. "Thanks again."

You stood there after he left, in your living room, with the big light on, staring at the door. What an unusual night. Your eyes drifted back to the blood stain on your couch, and you groaned internally at the fact that you were the one that was gonna have to clean that.

That only reinforced your belief that vigilantes only brought more and more trouble.

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first part here !!

[satoruwiki]

Aah!! As the strange anon who requested Naoya. I gotta say I totally agree with these headcanons! You got him perfect lol basically a d**k..unless your super hot, don't speak and magically anticipate exactly what he wants when he wants it...in which case he's slightly less of a d**k. Ooh please do gojo headcanons now I'm addicted haha

lmfao strange anon 😭😭 but fr you’re right tho, naoya would usually be the type to say “you look prettier with your mouth shut, keep it that way”.

♡.°₊Satoru is the type of man to…ˎˊ˗

content: jjk headcanons; half sfw/half nsfw; afab!reader; i love my cutie patootie boo boo bear pookie blue eyed king gojo >.<!!

n/a: i love this man sm, I already kinda did hcs of him before, but they were mostly nsfw, so i really scratched my head to not repeat them as best as i could.

these are my hcs! feel free to agree or disagree :b any request/interaction supporting this post is very much appreciated <3

sfw ver! ୨ৎ

Satoru is the type of man to… have gifting as his love language. Aside from being extra clingy, he’s the type to gift you stuff at least twice a week. They’re mostly things that reminds him of you or that he thinks you’d like (even though he might fail sometimes when it comes to treats, since he has a sweet tooth it may or may not be too sweet for you).

Satoru is the type of man to… act sassy/petty when jealous. Satoru isn’t the type to make a scene (at least not directed to you) or generally be ill-tempered/insecure. However, whenever he sees someone who looks at you in a different way than the others or tries to engage in a conversation with you that seems too intimate to be friendly, Satoru is the type of man to walk up to you and hug you from behind, giving you neck kisses. While you may think him being overly cuddly with you is normal due to his clingy character, Satoru is doing all that on purpose to let whoever is ‘bothering’ you that you already have someone else, with a damn smug smile plastered on his face (and maintaining direct eye contact with the stranger).

giggled and kicked my feet while writing this.

Satoru is the type of man to… try new things for you. So it is more than obvious that Satoru is old money rich. Like this dude was RICH RICH and spoiled rotten since he was child, not to mention that he’s a special grade sorcerer (he basically gets bank as a salary), therefore he’s accustomed to getting the finest things, either for you or for himself. What may seem expensive to you is probably normal for him. That doesn’t mean he’s some type of snob or is condescending about middle and working class. Satoru would be the type of be slightly skeptical when you take him to a ‘not so high-end’ restaurant, but since it was a “spot you knew”, it must be good, right? Satoru would be surprised to know that the food in the less wealthy places is sometimes even better than his common luxurious michelin-starred restaurant.

sounds like a cute trope imo

Satoru is the type of man to… taking pictures of you without you realizing it. It’s a hidden hobby of his, he thinks you look prettier when you’re distracted. Satoru has certain photo albums in his phone gallery that require a password, that is because you’d probably be embarrassed if you ever found out, but he really likes them, in the least creepy way.

Satoru is the type of man to… pretend not to know certain things as long as he has something to approach you with. Despite being good at pretty much everything, Satoru will lie and pretend to be terrible at something you are specifically passionate about so that you can teach him because he loves to see you get excited about sharing your hobbies and likes with others. His subtle way of knowing about you and collecting information he needs for when he wants to ask you out.

nsfw ver! ୨ৎ

Satoru is the type of man to… have public sex. Whether it’s at home or at some expensive restaurant’s washroom, nothing will stop him from pounding his cock balls deep inside you, though the thought of getting caught being freaky in public always gets his adrenaline rushing and his cock throbbing.

Satoru is the type of man to… have you modeling the lingerie he buys for you. He loves to see how excited you are to show him the little lingerie you bought with his card. But he loves it more when you thank him bouncing on his dick.

Satoru is the type of man to… have phone sex with you when he’s away. Due to his work, he has to sometimes to fly across Japan and this can take a few days before he comes back home. Satoru will call you late at night to ask how your day was then ask you to play with yourself, maybe even do a video call so he can see your pretty ‘o’ face.

Satoru is the type of man to… cover you in hickeys. He takes pride in letting everyone know he fucked you real good last night as well as to mark you as his. It also helps to keep other men from you, so he does this pretty often.

Satoru is the type of man to… fuck you in front of a mirror. Satoru likes to fuck you in doggy as well as to see your fucked out face, so he came up with the solution of placing a mirror in front of his bed so he can plunge his cock deep inside your walls just the way he likes and get to see you roll your eyes to the back of your head as he rearranges your guts. He also gets to look at himself and brag a little. (a little narcissistic from him if you ask me lmao)

[meiissblog]

Another life part 3 🤍 Gojo x Fem reader (isekai fic)

THIS STORY IDEA WAS TAKEN FROM @stsg-losers thank you for this amazing idea! 😊💕

⚠️MAJOR SPOILERS for Jujutsu kaisen ⚠️

(If you’re not caught up with the JJK manga avoid this story at all costs).

Please read all the parts of this story first you can find all the chapters Here.

~ Another life 🤍 ~

⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️

angst, some sexual talk but a lot of fluffy love. 😭

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Y/N POV:

Me, Gojo, and Miyoko sit at our dining table as me and gojo eat our late dinner.

As Miyoko gushes about the day she had with her grandma. “- And then Grandma showed me her greenhouse and her plants, it was amazing!”. “Your grandmother does have a talent for growing beautiful flowers, I’m so happy you had a good day with your grandma”. I pat Miyoko’s head. when the kids finally arrive back from their concert.

Piling in from the back entranceway.

“Hey, kids have fun?”. “Yeah, Mom it was great!”. Tsumiki smiles.

All the usual people came in yuji, nobara, geto’s girls, and Surprisingly maki, Mai, todo, and Yuta also pile in. “Oh maki,Mai, todo, and yuta it’s been awhile”. “Hey! Mrs. Satoru!”. They all answer back in unison. “Are you all spending the night?”. Kenshi answers “We would like that if it’s okay with you mom, Dad”. I look over at Gojo and he shugs giving me the go-ahead.

“Alright, it’s okay since it’s the weekend, but all of you know the rules everyone stays out in the living room together, no staying in separate rooms”.

A bunch of “alright, Mrs. Satoru’s”. echo from the crowd of kids. All of the teens grab different varieties of snacks before they head out into the living room.

“I’m sorry you two but I have some business to take care of in my office, toru if you can please take Miyoko to bed for me”.

“No problem y/n”.

I get up and go to my office, the guilt already overcoming me as I sit in my chair. I pick up the papers Mike forced into my face earlier today.

•flashback•

“What you don’t know your man is whoring around on you behind your back”.

Mike holds up a paper shoving it in my face I hesitantly take it from him.

They’re messages from Gojo’s email to another person.

“Baby, I miss you when are you going to get some time to yourself”.

“The wife has me busy nowadays baby, it’s annoying I want nothing more than to see you”.

The messages go down the entire page. Gojo talking about leaving me and the kids and taking half of my family's money so he can disappear with this person, whoever they are. My heart aches the dates were months before the accident.

“You’re lying you-“.

“A PI found this information not me, listen

y/n I know you think all I want is for you to sell the company.

but the truth is I want YOU, I’d never cheat on you”.

•flashback over•

I set the papers down letting out a sad sigh, as I open my desk door pulling out Gojo’s laptop recovered from his car after the accident.

I know I’m wrong for snooping through Gojo’s personal laptop…, but to check the legitimacy of these emails, I have to see for myself if they’re fake or not.

My body starts to slightly shake out of anxiety, as I open the laptop and turn it on.

I feel so guilty… I’m sorry gojo, The computer turns on I try to log in on his account trying a few different passwords. I eventually got in,

Miyoko 8907? I’m surprised he made it so simple.

His Home Screen pops up and his background is a picture of me and him from when we first dated. I smile a bit, I Browse through all his documents and pictures nothing out of the ordinary.

I open his trash bin and it was Empty, I then open the web browser and went into his email. I check to see if Gojo’s email matched the email on the paper and it did.

I pull up the mailbox and check through the new emails, but nothing. If Gojo was cheating wouldn’t his lover email him by now? I mean he hasn’t had his laptop or phone in over 2 months.

He was in a coma for a while, and then only woke up for a week before he lost his memories. Unless he was just smart enough to delete everything?

Shit.. let me check his other social media, if he did cheat there has to be some kind of record of it.

I checked through everything and nothing seemed strange.

What the hell..? did Mike think he could make something like this up?! I lean back in my chair frustrated.

There is still a possibility Gojo did cheat, he was just smart enough to hide it. I’ll give this one more month, to see if Gojo might get his memories back or if they’ll message Gojo.

if not, I’ll be honest with Gojo and show him what Mike showed me.

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- one week later -

“Mommy!”. I stand at the kitchen stove stirring the soup for dinner. “Yes, darling what is it?”. “When can Ichigo and Yoruichi come out of the room? I mean they went to the vet and they’re fine so can they come out now”.

“Well, we’ve been giving Kyo some space, for now, two new Kitties in his home is a lot for him to take in”. Miyoko Looks up at me sad. “But this is there house two”. “Yes, it is! But this was Kyo’s home first. he just needs to take some time to adjust to the new change he is still going up to the door and growling, so I think it’s going to take a bit more time. I promise by Monday they’ll come out”.

“Can I go and see them now please”.

“Umm-“. “I’ll take her y/n don’t worry about it just keep making dinner”. Gojo holds out his hand to Miyoko, she happily takes it waking with her to the guest room.

Gojo POV:

We both enter the guest room. “Kitties!”. Miyoko States in complete joy, running up to the bed where Ichigo and Yoruichi are lying together. She carefully jumps up and crawls over towards them petting Yoruichi’s head. “I’m surprised you didn’t name the black cat Luna Since you love Sailor Moon so much”.

“I thought about it but Yoruichi is so cool and so is Ichigo”. I go into deep thought. “How did a four-year-old like you end up watching Bleach anyway?”.

“Yuji,nobara, and Megumi were watching it out In The living room, I knew I shouldn’t be watching it. mama told me no but Yuji and Nobara thought it would be funny to let me watch it without letting Megumi know.

When he found out he got really mad and scolded them and brought me to bed”.

I laugh slightly trying to not let Miyoko see me. Those idiots. I think to myself. “Daddy?”. “Yeah, kid”. “Can I hug you?”. I open my arms. “Of course, come here”. “ she stands up on the bed walks over, and hugs me tightly around my waist. I Pat her head smiling when I feel my shirt start to get wet. “Hey- you okay?”. She looks up at me tears streaming down her eyes sniffling. “H-hey why are you crying?! Are you feeling sick or hurt?!”.

“No… I was just thinking about after you had your accident, Mommy, comforted me and told me you were gonna be okay.

But I heard Yuji and Megumi talking and they said you might not make it home-“. Her little Voice cracks as she wipes some of her tears away using her shirt. I kneel next to the side of the bed holding her shoulders In my hands. “I’m right here silly, I’m fine”. She hugs me around my neck. “I know,

I just don’t know what I would do if you left us. please don’t leave us, we need you”. She hiccups, crying the pain in her voice even making me tear up.

I pull away. “Look at me Silly”. She looks at me, as I Gently wipe away her tears using my thumbs. “I won’t leave you, I promise I’m sorry for making you worry”.

“I love you Daddy”. “ and I love you”. I hug again her rubbing her back.

We stay like that for a few moments when I pull away. “Stay here for a moment”. I get up and go into the bathroom picking up a washcloth and running it under some warm water. I head back kneeling next to the bed once again, gently cleaning Miyoko’s face. “We should go back to the kitchen your mom is probably done with dinner”.

“Okay.., could you carry me?”. “Sure kid, come here”.

I pick up Miyoko carrying her to the kitchen.

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All of us sit at the table casually talking, “Miyoko your birthday is coming up what would you like to do?”. y/n asks Miyoko smiles. “Can we all go to an amusement park?”. “Oh, you Don’t want a birthday party With your friends?”. “No, I just want to have fun with all of you instead”.

“Us, as well”. nobara and Yuji ask at the same time. “Of course! I would like Maki, Mai, Nanako, and Mimiko to come as well I would also like Uncle Geto to come as well if he isn’t working”.

All the teens start gushing and giving out ideas for the party. Miyoko excitedly joins the conversation. When y/n lays her head against my shoulder yawning. I whisper “Y/n you okay?”. “Yeah, I’m just tired and kinda Nauseous I don’t know why”. “You look pale maybe you should go lie down”. I gently kiss the side of her forehead. And Y/n rubs my chest. “If you don’t mind putting dinner away”. “No baby, I don’t mind go, rest”. I quickly peck y/n’s lips she hums in contentment kissing me back before she gets up waking away, presumably back to our bedroom. my eyes follow y/n’s ass. When I notice how Megumi,nobara, Yuji, and Kenshi look at me in mild disgust. “What??? Would you rather me and y/n fight?”.

“Yes-“. They all answer back in unison. “I think you and Mom are cute Dad”. tsumiki remarks. “ I do two!”. Miyoko states smiling.

I Finish up putting Miyoko to bed when I finally enter mine and y/n’s bedroom where she is on her computer with her glasses on, the little wrinkle between her eyebrows making me laugh a bit to myself.

“Y/n you should be relaxing if you’re not feeling good”. I go over to the dresser taking off my pants and stripping off my black teeshirt throwing them into the laundry basket.

“I know, I’m just looking at some ticket bundles for the amusement park this month, it looks like we can get the tickets, but it’s probably going to be a week after her birthday”.

“I’m sure Miyoko won’t mind”. I walk over to our bed laying next to y/n cuddling up to her as she continues to look at her computer. “What kind of cake should we get for her this year blue or pink?”. Y/n strokes my hair gently with her hand. “A sailor moon-themed cake?”.

“That’s a cute idea toru, I’ll contact some bakeries tomorrow. What other things can you think of that we might need? I mean it’s not a birthday venue I doubt we can set up tables”. “ I could call the amusement park, maybe they would let us take in some birthday decorations”.

Y/n nods . “ sounds good, what about Geto do you think he’ll be available? It would be nice to have a third adult to help”. “I’ll ask him, I’m sure he’ll do it for Miyoko”. y/n shuts off her computer laying it on the side table next to our bed. When she reaches over fully cuddling with me laying her head on my chest. I smirk as my hands slide down her back right to her plump ass. “Gojo, being a bit forward?”. “I can’t help the fact that your ass is always so sexy”. “Toru.. we can’t the kids are home”. I start to playfully kiss her she hums happily.

Just then our bedroom door flies open, Megumi looking at us in complete disgust. “Gross”. He turns away.

“to be fair sweetie, you did just open a door without knocking first”. We pull apart from each other, the both of us sitting up in bed. as Megumi comes up to y/n. “You forgot your phone on the counter, and Mr. Anderson is blowing it up, I tried telling him you were busy, but he insisted on talking to you. I think he’s drunk”. “Fucking hell”. Megumi hands y/n her phone. Y/n looks at her phone in anger but then looks back to Megumi smiling. “Thanks for letting me know, love you sweetheart have a good night”. “I love you two Mom.., goodnight”. Megumi leaves closing the door behind him, as anger starts to build within me. “Y/n let me talk to him”. “Toru it’s fine, I can handle it”. I look at her curiously. Why would she refuse? “Please just let me handle it this time y/n, I’m so tired of him harassing you”. “O-okay! Here”. She hands me the phone I watch as Mike's number flashes up on the screen as an incoming call. I answer the phone. “Y/n… we have you been you b-bitch”. I listen as he slurs his words. I get so pissed that I just hang up blocking his number on y/n’s phone. I hand the phone back to y/n. “Unblock him in the morning, hopefully, his drunk ass will be a little sober by then”.

“Y/n why do you keep that guy around anyways? You’re the CEO you could easily fire him”. “Yeah, you’re right I could.. but you probably don’t remember, Mr. Anderson, Mike, he was my father's best friend. Growing up Mr. Anderson was the opposite of what he is now, he was always so nice and kind.

it was only after his wife and daughter died that he became the man that you see now.

I know I should fire him and I will it’s just so sad… how alcohol, trauma, and grief Can cause people to become monsters”.

Y/N POV:

“You know y/n I’ve been curious when did we start dating and when did we get married”.

Y/n looks at me nervously. “Oh no, you want that story”. “Huh? Was it that bad?”. “No, it’s just it’s a pretty embarrassing story for me”.

“Well, I’m all ears”. Gojo opens his arms motioning me to cuddle with him again so I do.

“Well.. it all started when my father wanted to attend one of your families events in America. We had flown from Los Angeles to Chicago, my father was looking to acquire some new clients for business deals.

I was less than thrilled, I always hated corporate parties, and my father would always put me into these uncomfortable situations. -

Almost like I was an object or something not a human being. But I didn’t dare say anything to him, I just had to plaster a smile on my face like I always would. -

I sat by my father for most of the night, and by the time 11:00 a.m. rolled around, I was tired not just of the night. But of everything. I left my father for the time being, I just wanted to drink and forget as I had done many times before.

I was at the bar sitting alone drinking straight-up vodka shoots with no chaser, ugh. Just then you had sat beside me, You came onto me with the rich playboy routine and I wasn’t having it. and I kinda snapped at you”.

“wait what? You didn’t like me at first?”. “Well, I’m not going to say I don’t find you extremely attractive I did, how should I say this.. you see at that time a lot of rich playboy men were trying to use me to get to my father”.

“W-what?”. “Rich men, were trying to get on my good side, so they could marry me and take over my father's business, I thought you were another one of them. -

I can remember the first thing I ever said to you”. “Are you kidding?! do you men have any standards?! If you want money go marry my father, not me!”.

“Damn y/n that was pretty harsh”.

“You’re right I was. At that point I ran out of the bar crying gosh, I was so embarrassed I still cringe at myself to this day. -

I found myself outside crying under one of the outside tables, my head resting on my now-stained white-gloved hands. My makeup was everywhere I was a little drunk I’m sure I was a mess. -

Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder, it was you. despite me yelling at you, you were still nice enough to follow me because I had left my purse behind. You sat beside me and we talked. The next words you said to me were”. “So why is a fine lady like you out here crying”. Gojo’s face cringes slightly at his own words I laugh.

“Hey, you were very sweet Little did I know this was your party. It was your introduction as the leader of the Satoru clan. But I didn’t know you were a Satoru and you didn’t know I was Zenin until the next morning”.

“We fucked, The first night we met”. “Yep, not just once but multiple times. We started dating right after. You met Megumi and Tsumiki pretty early on dispute the fact I was already a mother.

that didn’t turn you away surprisingly, That’s when I started to trust you a bit more.

About a month after, that so about two months into our relationship. I found out I was pregnant with Kenshi.

it was a complete surprise to me, I knew you and I were having sex fairly often, but was my fault, I wasn’t on top of things like I should’ve been when it came to my birth control. -

I was honest with you right away, but I was fully expecting you to run for hills, but to my surprise, you didn’t run away.

You told me You loved me and you proposed to me right there.

My father was not happy with how things turned out at all. But since you were the Satoru clan’s leader he learned to accept it.

Funny enough he’d never admit it to you directly but he liked you”. “Really?”. “Yeah, because you weren’t intimidated or afraid of him at all. Which was rare. You pretty much told him straight to his face. “I’m marrying your daughter if you don’t like it then cut her off I don’t care I have my own money”. Nothing like that happened, my father reluctantly agreed to the marriage.We got married about three months later and we have been ever since.

“Damn, that was pretty wild”. “Sometimes I think maybe we moved too fast, maybe we should have given our relationship more time even if I was pregnant”.

Maybe then you wouldn’t have cheated on me now. I think to myself. “I think, everything turned out perfectly if I had to do it all over again I’d do the same”. “What? Really?”. “Yeah, only because it’s you”. I glare at him. “S-shut up.. I’m not that great”. “you are perfect and beautiful”. “You’re super horny aren’t you?”. “Yes, but I’m also telling the truth two things can be right at the same time”. I kiss his face. “We can’t right now, but if you wait until Miyoko goes to school tomorrow, I’ll let you fuck me as much as you want”. “Sounds good”. We both kiss each other before we lay down to fall asleep.

BACK TO PART 2

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[honeystwiggypeach]

Idk if you do angst to fluff if not just delete this but if you do can I request fem reader with bokuto where paparazzi takes pictures of him and some celebrity woman (super model athletic what ever you want) looking like they were kissing but really wasn’t and y/n see it’s getting really hurt and talks to bokuto about it but he pushed aside her feelings saying she being dramatic and that’s the life of dating a famous athlete and y/n gets really hurt and leaves for couple of days (like to a hotel etc) and bokuto is devastated and try’s to apologize to y/n for saying all that (if you can’t see bokuto being this way you can pick whoever you thinks fits)

Going public!

Bokuto x reader(angst to fluff!)

Ok it was a debate on wether I’d leave it as Bokuto or write it as Oikawa both would seem to act this way, both for different reasons though…this may also take me a second to write so!! Anyways idk how to actually write angry reader so very sorry if it’s bad and sorry for how long this took😭

Tw~ angst to fluff, cursing, cheating accusations, angry Bokuto, gossip magazines, reader experiences heartbreak over miscommunication, arguements? Idk how to tag this so just proceed with caution and let me know if I missed anything!!

It was on a day where he was supposed to be coming home, he shouldn’t have been getting out of a limo with some girl, he shouldn’t be kissing on her? He should be coming home to you. Obviously distressed after Akaashi had sent you the article all you could manage to do was curl up on the couch and cry, it hurt so fucking bad to see the love of your life be with someone else.

Everything had been going so well, your relationship was going amazing, you’d just bought a pent house together and he’d been telling you the night before about how much he missed and loved you…but that must have been a lie if he was so willing to be with another.

When he came home, he was tired, nothing like he normal was, normally he’d be overjoyed to see you practically jumping on you but he simply walked off to the bedroom shrugging off his jacket not even bothering to talk to you.

You could practically feel your heart breaking, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt maybe it was the angle, maybe he just had jet lag, but every time he got caught in scandalous photos before he’d be quick to call and explain things to you, even when he’d have jet lag he’d still walk up to you and hold you tight, and he was always in a cuddling mood when he was tired…something was wrong he only got like this when he was stressed and nervous.

You cautiously walked to the bedroom hearing him yelling at someone on the phone before shouting whatever and hanging up before he swung open the door.

“What’re you doing?” He asked you, and Bokuto normally would never ask you for a reason to see him.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, “are you cheating on me?” You ask him already fucking terrified of what his response will be.

He stares at you like it’s been the silliest question he’d heard, “I just uhm saw a photo and it looked like you kissing that model.” You whisper trying to fish the phone from your pocket.

“This again? Are you serious y/n?” He asks, and you know he’s probably just agitated but it makes you want to break out in tears, “I’ve told you a million times I’d never cheat on you, I love you a lot, what’s it gonna take for you to believe me?” He asks and in your mind it sounds a lot more offensive than he means it.

You show him the photo pointing at the caption asking him if it was true, “honestly y/n “ he sighs out “I think you’re over reacting, you know that it’s always going to be one scandal after another I told you, you can’t let these get to you” he tries to get you to see it the way he does, but he’s not doing good with his words, he’s trying to make you not take those photos so seriously especially when he knows it’s just photo after photo that’s going to break you’re heart which it’s only worsened by the fact that so far you’ve denied any offer at going public with your relationship that he’s made.

“Overreacting?” Yoh practically gasp out, “I’ll show you over reacting.” You tell him pushing past as you throw clothes into a suit case, that night was the first of three you’d spent in a little hotel room.

Maybe Bokuto was right and you were slightly overreacting, because you do know that he will always be in scandals and you can’t take them to heart or you’ll fall apart everytime he looks at you, but in some sense you wish he’d validate your feelings as well. The he went about telling you was horrible.

But two days later, Bokuto is knocking on the door, “baby?” He calls out, “Hinata told me you were here, can you let me in please I want to apologize.”

You roll your eyes as you sniffle a little, “no go away Bokuto” You huff.

“Baby please” he practically whines still knocking, “I’m really sorry I shouldn’t have said that”

You open the door and Bokuto practically falls forward before catching himself.

“I’m really sorry” he tells you as he squeezes you, “I shouldn’t have said it like that but it hurts to see you continue to get hurt by the magazines, when we all know no matter what I say they will still continue.”

“Maybe we should go public than” you mutter into his chest and he pushes you away with his arms wide smile on his face as he pulls out his phone, “don’t get me wrong though I’m still a little upset with how you phrased it.” The both of you giggle as he peppers your cheeks with kisses in apology.

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You’re legit my favorite aib blog ;-; i wanted to request hc or reactions to niragi and whoever else you feel inspired for being in the 7 of hearts with their s/o? The way you write nigari is fireee

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• you didn't like niragi joining the same games as you • but when you told him that you almost died in the last game you played • he got mad • and then told you that he'll be joining the same games as you from now on • doesn't matter if you say no • if aguni says yes • then its a yes • and now you're the same car as niragi and four other militants • niragi skipped a few game arena's • and settled for an arena that was taking place in a botanic garden • in his defense, he hoped that after the games, the flowers would make you happy or feel calm • holding your hand, he entered the arena with you and a couple of lower ranked militants • grinning at the sight of a table filled with various weapons • when the waiting time is over • the game finally commenced • 7 of Hearts appeared on the screen of the phone • niragi's eyes widened in horror • his hold on your hand tightens • it was a game of sheep and wolf • one is the wolf • the rest are the sheep • the game is easy • one is declared as the wolf • and the player declared as the wolf has to kill all the sheep • players who are sheep must hide • as the game starts • the phone in your hand chimed • "wolf is player 6645539" • you are player 6645539 • 20 minutes • and the big screen inside the botanic garden placed a wolf sticker besides your picture • niragi lets go of your hand • stands in front of you • and points his rifle at the lower ranked militants • "y/n run" • anxiety and fear crept through your skin • the militants all had their guns pointed at you • obviously niragi was outnumbered • "damnit i said run!" niragi barked • you snapped out and finally ran • but a militant tried to shoot you • and missed you by a few inches • that militant died because niragi shot him • the other militants shot niragi in return • in your headset, you heard niragi groan out • the screen on your eyes fogged when tears started to brim your eyes • hiding amongst the red rose bush • sitting on the earthly ground, you brought your knees up to your chest • letting out sobs that niragi and the remaining militants could hear • 15 minutes • "niragi move" • "yeah? and who are you to tell me what to do?" • "i said move!" • you tried to think of an alternative • an alternative wherein not only you would be alive • but multiple gunshots echoed the garden • peaking under the bushes, you saw pairs of feet in front of you • walking around, trying to look for you • "y/n come out" one militant singsonged • you placed both hands on top of your mouth • watching their feet walk away from your spot • "hey y/n" you heard niragi softly speak in your headset • "remember when i asked you to help me study for an upcoming exam? i lied. i knew the lesson but i wanted to spend time with you" • "show yourself, y/n!" one militant shouted • 10 minutes • "so noisy" niragi whined • "i told my mom about you, y/n. she likes you and is proud that i'm with you" • though you couldn't see it, niragi was smiling at the memory • "y/n, don't come out of your hiding spot" niragi says, hearing soft grunts after • not listening, slowly you got out of the bushes and ran back to him • niragi was bleeding by the bridge • bullets piercing his shoulders and sides • judging by what it looks, the bullets missed his organs • but could die of bloodloss if not treated immediately • "i told you to hide, what are you doing here?" he asked • though he was bleeding, he still worried for you • slowly you lifted his head up and placed it on your lap • "niragi, i have a plan" • "there she is!" • your head shot up and saw the militants from the distance • immediately they drew out their guns • "wait please listen to me" • 5 minutes • "why should we?" • "you'd probably want us dead" • "PLEASE LISTEN TO ME" you shouted • that shut them up, even niragi • "don't you all understand? it may seem absurd, but in order for everyone to be the wolf, i would have to look at all of you at once" • niragi was silent for a moment before he muttered out • "mirror" • "this place has bathrooms, if i could look at all of you in the mirror,

then all of you wouldn't have to die" • when the militants understood your plan they helped you carry niragi to the bathroom • your eyes met each and every reflection of them • the female robotic voice announcing all of their player numbers as they become wolves • 3 seconds • you and niragi intertwined your fingers together, hoping that your plan would work • 2 seconds • you shut your eyes closed, fearing the unknown • 1 second • "game cleared. congratulations"

[athalien]

Me after reading this new chapter… ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATED 😭😭

“He’d meant it when he said he’d come over on the weekend, and was looking forward to having your lasagna and you,…” To be honest if I were her… which technically one could say we are but I digress… I would have told him to ask his new girlie to make him lasagna instead of abruptly hanging up on him

HIJA DE LA…. QUE DESCARADA!!! I’m going to picture that she overheard him talking all sweetly and enamored on the phone and decided that she wanted that as well and would get it because she was helping them… he owed her for helping them catch Escobar. OR maybe she thought she was better than whoever was on the phone because why not be with a strong woman who is out there fighting for those who can’t than a woman who just sits at her desk and claims to be helping from the inside.

Javi saying “Me lleva la chingada…” was hilarious up until I thought “ojalá te hubiera llevado la chingada” ��🙄😡

Her consoling one of the building’s cleaning ladies was sweet considering how others in the building treat them and belittle them🥺

As much as I want to be like “oh sweet sweet Samson🥰” I can’t seem to trust him (I blame this other fic I read where a guy in the CIA gets with reader and she’s all like “he really likes me” and Javier’s all like “I don’t trust him” and she’s like “well I don’t care if you don’t blah blah.” Then come to find out later, they were just using her and were gonna try a new drug on her and take advantage of her). But he seems really sweet and has so far always shown up to save her from something Javi related

WHEN SHE WENT OFF ON JAVI 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 but then finding out where he was 😭😭

😭😭When Javi came over and they instantly fell into old ways I couldn’t help but smile because although they’re both messed up (one slightly more than the other… maybe?) they are cute together and the way he’s all “You’re all I want, hermosa” & “I need you, mi amor—!” 🥰🥺

But apparently we can’t have our cake and eat it too because nothing good ever lasts with these two 😭😢

Attah boy Samson!

Knowing he says my name in the next episode of the show, I’m a puddle just thinking about it 🤤🤤

Heat Chapter 5: Want - Part 1

Strap in. More ridiculously sexy and infuriatingly yummy Javi ahead.

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Pairing: Javier Peña/F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit 🔞

Character Count: 9,500+

Summary: Your feelings for Javi are a tangled, muddled mess, but can you muster the conviction of keeping your guard up when all you want is him?

Warnings: More Javier Peña making it difficult to not fall in love with him, adult language and situations, graphic descriptions of salacious safety-first sex with unprotected sex happening 🤭 Graphic depictions of adult situations, mentions of violence, angst, despair, some hurt/comfort, longing, and a lot of smut. In the vein of Narcos being a bilingual show, and Javier Peña being fluent, I felt it was apropos to include Spanglish and Spanish throughout.

Chapter 1: Nicknames | Chapter 2: Tempest | Chapter 3: Solterita | Chapter 4: Cagey | Read at AO3

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Chapter 5: Want - Part 1

Javier can’t believe how fucking badly he’s screwed things up between you.

Well, when he thinks about it, he can, because it’s been his modus operandi for years. But he really hadn’t intended to fuck this up. He’d meant it when he said he’d come over on the weekend, and was looking forward to having your lasagna and you, but things did not go as planned. He’d spent days trying to find a contact who’d accept the risk of hiding a wanted M-19 suspect, going in-person to squeeze connections all over while Steve or Connie stayed at his place to keep Elisa company. When he found one in Cumaral, he thought he’d finally be free of his burden, but his connection in getting fake papers fell through, so he’d have to go to the embassy and work his lead in Noonan’s office.

Why Elisa had felt compelled to come out at that very moment and say something so fucking flirty was beyond him. He’d already spent any of the nights he was in the apartment with her on his own couch while she took his bed. So, to ask about fucking arrangements was obtuse.

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