#mochi: oh work was tiring today

[musubiki]

perfectly squeezable

[hopeluna]

Satoru's sure his heart is going to wrench itself away from his chest any moment now.

Today's run to his favourite bakery was supposed to be like any other. He had given his students a rare day off today. The air held a little humidity but was otherwise pleasant. The bakery owner's cat hissed at him and strolled over for pets as usual.

Everything was normal. It was normal up until he caught a glance of you from the corner of his eye.

Satoru almost gags at the sappy feeling bubbling in his stomach like acid. From what he can tell- it's clear that you are tired, maybe you are here on a break from work. But god, the light seeping in from the window seems to be soaking into your skin and making it glow. He can tell from the sluggish movement that you are sleepy, but you still offer a small, appreciative smile to the worker taking your order.

He only snaps his eyes away when the owner's cat, Mochi, starts bumping her head softly on his leg. Satoru takes his package of sweets and baked goods from the elderly owner, wondering about you.

Why has he never seen you here? Maybe you're new here? Because he's sure he would've noticed you before.

"Oh my god! Aren't you the cutest thing?"

Satoru's oh-so-charming smile at whoever called him falls as fast as it had appeared. You are beside him, crouching and petting at a purring Mochi. You. You are beside him.

Shit. Satoru internally cringes at how lightheaded he feels. You look even more beautiful from up close.

A car honks in the distant, as the sound of the bell above the bakery's door jingles with new customers coming in. Satoru's ears feel like they're stuffed with cotton. Everything is muffled. The growing sweat from his hand bleeds into the paper package of his sweets, making it soft. He faintly registers you cooing to Mochi about coming back here again for the sweets and her.

Satoru walks away then, with a giddy smile on his face like a lovesick teenage boy. He'll have to come back here too after returning from his mission in Shibuya.

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[thebiggestlovergirlever]

Could you do a separate jealous!hashira (all the male ones) x wife!reader.

I’ll use sanemi as an example… Reader is sparingg with say Tengan and gets pinned underneath him Sanemi sees and gets super jealous and pissed off and is all like what the hell do you think you’re doing with my wife. I hope that makes sense, but with all of the male hashira if possible please, or just the ones you like!

Thank you :)

OMG this idea is so stinking cuteee, I luv🩵🩵🩵. The only male hashira I won’t be writing in this is Muichiro and that just cause I personally would feel uncomfortable seeing as he’s much younger than me.Thank you so much for the request and I hope you enjoy it XD!—so it’s been a minute since my last post lolol sorry I got stressed and caught up with work I’m hopefully gonna pop out some more lil fan fictions (prolly other animes) soon so keep and eye out for thattt🩵🩵

Gyomei-

See how you were married to a literal giant other men didn’t really approach you, due to Gyomei’s intimidating demeanor. That doesn’t mean you weren’t approached at all, some men were cocky enough to ignore your husband and shoot their shots at getting with you. As you and Gyomei were walking around a market to buy ingredients for a recipe you wanted to make for your guys third year wedding anniversary a stranger met your eyes. You gave him a polite smile and walked to a booth for spices, Gyomei had walked over the the butchers booth to pick up pork, the strange man saw that as his chance to approach. “Hey where do your guard dog go?” He asked with a menacing grin, “Uhh. Oh my husband? He’s right over there” you say pointing at your mountain of a man. Ignoring your obvious disinterest the man grabs your waist and puts his face next to your ear and whispers “I could make you forget your husband,” you keep a calm composure while trying to escape the man’s grasp “please let me go, I’m happily married,” you mutter feeling embarrassed and ashamed that you couldn’t fight back. The man’s smile dropped when he heard a deep voice behind him “I think she told you to get off. Now remove your hands off my wife.” As the man’s grip loosened you ripped your body away and stood next to Gyomei. He gently grabs your hand, glares at the man sternly, and walks off while asking if he hurt you. Once you two got far enough from the market you stop walking and apologize “I’m sorry I couldn’t get rid of him, I tired but he wouldn’t leave me alone.” The anger melts off his face “Oh love, I’m not mad at you at all, I’m mad at him. I feel horrible you had to go through that, don’t ever think that I’m mad at you, I love you my dear.” And with that he kisses you cheek and carries you home bridal style.

Tengen-

Tengen was out on a mission and would be getting back soon, typically you would hangout with your fellow wife’s but they were all out on a mission together. You had no idea what time Tengen would be back today so you went out to train, when you finished your workout a few hours later and began to walk home you ran into Tomioka “Oh hello Tomioka! What are you doing this evening?” You ask with a smile, he gazes at you for a second before responding quietly “I was going to make tea and mochi. You stood there for a second feeling more lonely than ever “Would you like to come to my estate and join me for tea?” Tomioka responded by nodding quickly and following you to your home. After a bit of tea and snacks you and Tomioka were chatting about recipes and your shared dislike for Sanemi’s anger issues he could yell at me all day long till you heard the door slam open as Tengen runs over to scoop you up in a protective hug. He stops in his tracks holding you above the ground, with a glare rested on his face, “What on EARTH. Are you doing in my house with my wife Tomioka?” He sneered out, Tomioka simply gets up and leaves, feeling Usui’s hateful stare. He finally sets you down and looks around “So, why was he in our house? With you? Alone?” He asks, clearly annoyed “Uzui Tengen! He just came over for tea, you were incredibly rude to him for nothing. You know he likes to chat with me occasionally.” You snap out with a stern expression. Your husband hangs his head in defeat “Uzui if you don’t go apologize to him right now, you will be in so much trouble, but not only with me but also with Makio, Suma, and Hinatsuru,” you commanded while tapping your foot on the ground “Ok my dear, I will go apologize in a minute,” he says as he leans down to kiss you “I missed you” he smiles “I missed you too love, now go apologize.”

Rengoku-

Typically Rengoku is very level headed when it comes to men coming on to you, but his close friend? Oh heck’s no he was pissed. You were over at Tengens to hangout with his wife’s while Rengoku and Tengen trained together, as they walked into the kitchen with you all Tengen looks at you and turns to Rengoku “You got lucky with this one, I should make her my fourth wife,” he smirks. Rengoku tries to keep his composure spitting out “Uh nope she’s married to me, she’s all mine.” Uzui enjoyed seeing rengoku bother and decided to tease him a bit more, he moves close to you and grabs you chin and says “Choose girly, be my fourth wife or stay with flame boy over here” as he points at Rengoku you can see his already fake smile drop. He stomps over and shoves Tengens shoulder “hey back off. Y/N is my wife and you already have three so back off. We are leavening right now.” With that he takes you by the hand and speed walks right back home. He doesn’t let you out of his grasp for the rest of the night, your nightly shower? He joined you, sitting on the couch? His head was rested on your thighs, at night? He holds you close to his chest, legs entangled while he rests sleepy kisses on your head periodically till he drifts to sleep.

Sanemi-

Sanemi was a good husband, but a busy one too. You wanted to train a bit but he was out already so you went to your next best option. Rengoku was happy to train with you, as you began to run out of energy he pinned you ending the spar. Unfortunately this happened to be when Sanemi came back from his run “HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOONG WITH MY WIFE KYOJURO?” He yelled rengoku quickly gets off you and your head whips to where Sanemi is, watching as he bounds forward. He snatches you up and practically sprints home, “Darling would you slow down?” You pant out tired from trying to keep up with him he ignores your pleas and keeps running while you give up and decide to walk and meet him later. Once you finally make it home you find your angry husband, “have a nice run?” You asked sarcastically he sighs loudly and looks at you, face red and puffy, “were you crying?” Your sarcasm dissolves as you quickly move over. Grabbing his face you press quick kisses all over his face “What’s wrong?” He holds you tightly “Why didn’t you go home with Kyojuro? I was clearly interrupting you two,” your heart sinks as you whisper “oh darling we were just training don’t worry, I love you and only you,” You say as you go in for a kiss

Obanai-

Obanai was perched in his tree watching you go around a chat with the other Hashira, you were planning on how you were gonna tell Iguro about your pregnancy with Gyomei. As Obanai is watching you feel sees Gyomei put both hands on you stomach and can feel the blue growing in the back of his throat, he hops down from his tree and swats at Gyomeis massive hands. “Get you hands off of my wife!” He snaps, you giggle a little as you watch your short husband get snarky with a much older and taller man “Love calm down he didn’t mean anything by it,” you laugh out loud. “Why was he even touching you? Especially your stomach that’s weird!” He whisper yells while watching Gyomei walk off “Obi that’s cause I’m pregnant,” he slowly turns around and looks you up and down “Your what?” He asks shock written on his face even though you can only see the top half of it. You giggle as he picks you up and spins you around and kisses you.

Giyuu-

Tomioka had been very distant lately skipping your nightly dinners and ignoring your requests to spar together. He was clearly upset about something but would never tell you what happened, you ended up having to spar with Rengoku because of Giyuu’s unusual coldness towards you. You were in the middle of fighting as Tomioka walks in and stared blankly, as you both stop and stare back he turns around and leaves, slamming the door shut. You excuse yourself quickly and chase after him yelling “ TOMIOKA! What’s wrong? Talk to me!” For once he talks back snapping out “what’s wrong? Oh maybe my WIFE spending more time with an orange peel than me,” you stare at him blankly processing what he says. “A orange peel?” You let out a giggle “are you jealous?” His face grows a shade of pink comparable to bubble gum, “you have nothing to be jealous over I love you and only you”

[meracyn]

aaaahahhhj ur already one of my fav writers ur so funny 😭 reading ur work makes my dau sm better

if u dont mind can u write hcs of kaito being shuichis wingman? shuichi tells kaito he has feelings for the reader but is too nervous to ask them out, so kaito decides to take matters into his own hands and help him plan moments where shuichi can confess his feelings

also can I be mochi anon?

kaito as shuichi’s wingman

THIS MADE ME SO HAPPY TYSM I CANT STOP RUNNING LAPS AROUND MY HOUS TY ANON AND YES YOU CAN 🙏 btw this request is so CUTE UGH i might do a fic of it too

off topic but i was about to post this accidentally lmao

ok sorry giys back on topic

when kaito hears shuichi tell him he has feelings for you, he immediately whacks him on the back, congratulating him

“congrats shuichi! you’re becoming a real man!”

cue shuichi debating whether or not he regrets ever telling kaito about his lil crush

now when they both see you around, kaito tells him to go up to you and just confess

“oh look there’s y/n! go ahead and tell ‘em how you feel!” like some dad or something

shuichi refuses, feeling too nervous to even go up to you, so he tries to avoid you and kaito’s pressure to just confess already

which might give you the wrong idea that he doesn’t want to talk to you :(( he’s just so overwhelmed with his feelings that being around you makes his heart want to burst

its ok though kaito motivates him by giving him long pep talks and support, thinking about ways shuichi can get your attention and like him back

although they both dont know you already do lmao

it does help shuichi but his confidence goes away the moment he sees you

“okay i think i got this now, im nervous but im sure i can tell them how i feel”

kaito feels so proud and pushes shuichi further as soon as they spot you nearby

“you got this! remember what i taught you!” kaito says to him before going to hide somewhere to watch the scene unfold

shuichi nervously walked over to you and took a deep breath, closing his eyes

“hey shuichi, do you need something?” you asked with a smile

as soon as he opened his eyes it all went away

poof

just freezes entirely not saying anything

“are you okay?” you asked after a solid minute

“i....have to go” ran off lmao

kaito is so disappointed 😔

“you almost had it man! it was your chance! what would y/n think about you now?” kaito sighs

so now they have to think of another plan

kaito probably turns into a secret detective, watching you from afar to see what your likes and dislikes are

has to be careful or he’ll be called out as a stalker 😭

as soon as he knows enough he gives ‘hints’ to shuichi

“oh wow, looks like something y/n would like” trying to be all sneaky about it

kaito would also “arrange” hangouts between the three of you and suddenly give some shitty excuse to leave you both alone

“you have to learn my son”

“kaito what the fu–”

jk that wouldnt happen

imagining shuichi saying that though is so funny for some reason

sorry i got distracted

back on topic

scolds shuichi for chickening out at the last moment, saying how he had a lot of work to do and stuff

eventually gets tired of shuichi’s bullshit

“alright shuichi do you want to earn y/n’s love? then man up! you aren’t some little kid anymore to run away from your feelings, today is the day you’ll confess, got it? i’ll help you out”

kaito makes shuichi write you a note and leave it in your locker, about meeting each other at the school’s rooftop

before you arrive kaito supports him by telling him what to say, and act towards you

“listen shuichi, this has to be perfect, ya hear me!? it’s now or never! if you don’t man up now, someone else will steal them, do you want that?” kaito got stressed too 😭 mans wants this to be over with already

as you got there, shuichi was standing there mentally preparing himself

“the view is so pretty from up here” you said, trying to make conversation

shuichi took a deep breath, “yeah..um, y/n, i invited you here because...well...uh...i need to tell you something” shuichi starts, trembling slightly

this guy is sweating bullets and his face feels so hot

you, on the other hand was patiently waiting for what he had to say

“..i admire you a lot. there’s so much to admire about you, really–” taking a deep breath he continued, “from your strength, to courage and kindness.. and..because of that.. i developed feelings for you...what i mean to say is i like you y/n, more than a friend”

silence

he did it

HE DID IT‼️‼️‼️

kaito can barely contain his excitement as he silently cheered, he just has a sense that told him shuichi did it

you may imagine what your response is lol

shuichis so happy now

RELIEVED ASF

‘i finally did it, they like me back what do i do now so i hug them or ask if we’re officially together or or or’ — shuichis mind rn

“well..do you wanna go out for a coffee sometime this week? just the two of us together?” you asked

“ah..of course” shuichi is so happy he doesnt even know how to act

all giddy and shi lmao

hes probably the type to scream into his pillow when he gets a text from his crush out of happiness

and acts as if nothing happened afterwards

he needs to show he can be a dominant male 🐺

jokes jokes dont hate me pls

we cant just casually ignore the fact kaito was a w wingman

so once he gets out of his ‘hiding’ place hes already whacking shuichi on the back and saying they need to go out to celebrate

kaito is w

[fan-goddess]

For kinktober:

Billy Washington x face sitting

Modern Aemond x getting caught

Tom bennettt x public sex

would adore if you could do these, I love your writing so much! 💕

Authors Note: thank you for these love and the compliment! Gonna do the Billy Washington x face sitting one here and I’ll do the other ones separately so it’s just easier. Thank you for waiting for this as long as you did, I realised I sort of did them in the wrong order ha still boo you like these ♥️

Warnings: Praising, f oral, face sitting, teasing, hint at m oral, (if I miss any let me know)

Taglist: @sofiyathecunt, @marvelgirl123, @sylasthegrim, @mochi-rose, @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @blue-serendipity, @helaelaemond @omgbrcat

You and Billy had been dating for quite some time now, and for the whole time, you’d noticed that he’d always been eager to please.

Whether that was with a nice hot cup of tea when you got back from a stressful day at work, or even just calling the local Chinese place for food when he could tell that you were too tired to try and attempt to cook anything that night.

It was also unsurprising to the both of you when you realised how eager to please Billy was in other areas of your relationship too.

“I’m back love!” You yell, chucking off your coat onto the hook and flinging your messenger bag somewhere by the sofa, before walking to the direction of the bedroom.

“Hey babe” Billy smiles, sneaking up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, so he can give you a quick affectionate kiss on the forehead.

“How was your day? Did you chat to Lana? I swear she said something about calling you sometime today… or it may have been tomorrow?” You muse, dragging Billy to the bed and laying down next to him, humming slightly in content as his arms wrap around you once more as your head rests on his chest.

“Yeah, spoke to Lana earlier. She’s doing alright for herself. Had a couple dates with that fella of hers and got another tomorrow. Had a call of the job centre too. Some mechanic place is hiring for apprenticeships and stuff and I got an interview next week.”

“Billy thats bloody brilliant!” You grin, bringing your hands up to cup his face before practically yanking him in for a deep kiss, chuckling slightly against his lips in amusement as you feel how eager Billy is for your kisses and general affection.

“I’ve got no work to do, so I’m free all afternoon for whatever you desire my love.” You grin, a mischievous smile painted on your lips as Billy’s own face turns a light shade of pink from bashfulness. It’s always fun teasing him and seeing the way he gets.

“Well, there is something I’ve been wanting to try for a while. Since you’ve been saying about me taking charge more-“

“Billy I don’t care if you’re more submissive or dominant in this relationship! I just care about you not thinking you need to bend over backwards for me! Cause I’ll be here no matter what kinks you suddenly pull out! Well, I will run for the actual hills if you suggest anything feet related, but that’s a different matter-“

“It’s not fucking feet love!” Billy laughs, the noise making your chest practically ache from happiness as the stress seems to somehow physically drain from his face.

You always loves Billy’s laugh. The small barely noticeable stress wrinkles you never tell him about seems to magically smooth away, and almost make him look strangely innocent.

“It’s… well… I wanted to maybe have you sit on my face…”

“You want what?” Your eyes furrow at Billy’s murmur. But when he repeats it louder and clearer, your breathes go ragged and you can already feel your legs clenching together in anticipation.

“I want you to sit on my face. So I can eat you out, till you can’t take it anymore…”

“Oh…” You hate how breathless you sound. But the thought of Billy doing that to you is doing too many unholy things to your head that you can’t help but bite your lip in deep thought. “Yeah… I think we can definitely do that baby.”

“Good!” It’s so precious how he smiles so bashfully in front of you. He’s like a whole new man. Like he didn’t just suggest something that made your face blush bright red from his request mere moments ago. “So get on my face now.”

Your heart feels as if it could explode with how hard your blood was pumping to your face right now, but you can’t help but nod eagerly to Billy’s demands and quickly strip yourself nude, your clothes flying all over the room as you focus on Billy, and Billy only.

You’re awkward in your movements at first, never having a man do this so intimate thing with you before, and yet Billy takes this in stride. Before you can even get to sit yourself on his chin, he grabs at your thighs and clumsily forces your whole body on his face, where you can’t help but grind slightly on as one of the most intense feelings of your life hits you.

It’s strange, to have Billy’s wet warm tongue piercing your wet cunt, and to have his nose simultaneously nuzzling your clit, but it’s amazing, perfect, and is honestly making you feel practically delirious.

Yet even with the intense feeling, the worry of suffocating your beloved boyfriend is more important. So when you try to lift yourself up a bit to give him some room to breath, you find yourself letting a loud sigh of surprise and pleasure as Billy only goes and pulls you straight back, holding your legs even tighter in his grip to stop you from moving.

“Don’t move again…” Billy murmurs, “Fucking gorgeous…”

You can only sigh in agreement, and can’t help yourself from grinding further on Billy’s eager face, completely disregarding your earlier worries. Your hands clasp desperately where they can, which in your case, is Billy’s shaggy hair that tickles your lower half slightly. Though when you tighten your grip slightly, you can feel Billy groan slightly as he eats you out, seemingly aroused by your tight grip on his body.

You quickly begin whining in approval though. “Fuck Billy so good for me!” Adoring the way he becomes to desperate to hear your praise, and the way his actions seem to quicken to appease you.

His own groans of pleasure may be muffled, but they certainly are enthusiastic, as the vibrations somehow seem to only heighten your pleasure.

You can feel the bed shake slightly, and when you turn your head slightly to look behind you, your mouth falls open on its own accord as you see Billy’s hard cock straining in his underwear. His hips even mimicking small thrusts in order to get some kind of stimulation for himself.

It’s almost endearingly amusing to you to see the small wet patch forming in his underwear from his own arousal. You think he could almost cum alone from eating you out. A thing you soon almost find yourself doing as Billy’s movements get rougher.

“Oh my god I’m gonna cum Billy!” You whine, your grip on Billy’s hair becoming rough as the knot in your stomach tightens, on the brink of bursting, only spilling over when you begin to rut your pussy on his willing mouth like a woman possessed.

It’s so intense, that you find yourself somehow more aroused and yet thankful with Billy’s tight grip on your thighs, that turns almost bruising as he makes sure you don’t almost fall off his face. And when your legs begin to cramp and you move to lay beside your lover and properly look at him, your breath feels like it’s been swept away as you see your juices shining all over his face.

You can feel your face burn red in embarrassment, covering your face with your hands as you try to hide your shyness. “Billy, you’ve got well, me all over your face love…”

You can hear him hum slightly and when you peak through your fingers to see what he does, your legs unconsciously clamp together seeing his tongue trying to pick up as much of you as he can, his fingers too trying to catch any he was unable to get with his tongue.

“You’re gonna kill me someday Billy Washington!” You grin, moving to give him a firm kiss on his damp cheek, and giggling when you see his beautiful bashful smile. The Billy you’re used too, the submissive Billy, coming back to you right before your eyes.

Speaking of your eyes, they once again trail to Billy’s crotch, where his cock still strains against the fabric of his pants with a distinct wet patch still drawing your main attention.

“Do you want me to help you out with that baby?”

“Only if you want to darling.”

Your hand teases the outline of him, your smile smug as he whines into the air. “Of course I want to sweet boy, I’d be crazy not to.”

[lavendermage]

Lost in Inazuma 7

Characters: Thoma, Kamisato Ayato, Kamisato Ayaka

Genre: Sagau, gender neutral reader

TW: Violence, minor blood, panic attack, threats of self harm (mentioned)

2.3 k words

AN: This is a bit longer than usual, I hope you enjoy it. If you want to be added to the taglist, please interact with this post. There will be 2-3 more chapters.

Your role shifted from general servant to something close to a medic. Maybe ‘healer’ would be more accurate, considering that you had no real training.  You had guessed medicinal plants in Teyvat were just much more potent than the world you came from. Maybe they were, but not to the extent you assumed. Apparently you were uncommonly gifted. Your surprisingly effective night-time tea was proof enough. 

Injuries were surprisingly common, though thankfully they tended to be minor. A burn, a scrape, various aches and pains. Sometimes a dislocated joint or a broken bone, but those were rarer. Winter was coming, and that meant colds and such. You handled them quickly so the sickness couldn’t spread.

And of course tea for the Kamisatos and Thoma. Ayato had recommended your tea to his sister and now that too was part of your routine. Clove tea for Thoma, a black tea and lavender blend for Ayato, and a cup for Ayaka. She didn’t have persisting health issues, so she allowed you to pick.

She smiled as you entered her office. “What will I be having today?”

“A chai tea from Sumeru.” You place the tray on a low table before kneeling next to the princess. “Any worries you'd like to vent?”

“No. Peace talks are progressing smoothly. One of the shogun’s men even gifted some mochi. I gave them to Thoma though, they were his favorite flavor.”

“What flavor would that be?” 

“Black sesame. Maybe you could buy some on your next outing together.” She smiled. 

If it was her brother speaking you would have understood it as teasing but she meant it completely genuinely. It didn’t help the blush on your face though. “I’ll definitely keep that in mind.”

“He seems happier now that you’re here. Not that he was unhappy before, but since you’ve arrived he’s been practically glowing.”

“I doubt it.” You waved off her comment.

“No, seriously!” She grabbed your hand. “Watch his expression when you enter the room to serve his tea. I guarantee you, his eyes will light up!”

“Alright. Speaking of which, I should go perform my duties.”

“Yes. And make sure my brother goes to sleep at a reasonable hour.”

“Of course, Lady Ayaka.” You bowed and left.

You quickly brewed another pot of tea and scurried off to the kitchen. “Thoma!” You called. The clatter of kitchenware stopped as the cooks turned to you. 

“He decided to retire early for the night, he’s feeling a bit sick.” The head cook spoke matter of factly.

“How did you get him to stop working?” You asked, disbelieving.

“We threatened to send you to badger him and he went on his own.”

You laughed. “I’m not that scary, am I?”

“One could argue.”

“Really?! Fine. If I’m so scary, I bet none of you want to be treated by me anymore.” 

“Please, we’re sorry!” One of the newer cooks cried out.

“I’m kidding, don’t worry. Thoma’s in his room, right?”

The head cook nodded and you were off.

You knocked on his door. “Thoma?” You kept your voice soft to avoid triggering a headache.

“Come in.” Thoma’s tired voice called from inside. He was lying on a tatami mat, his futon pulled to his chin. He kneaded his forehead with his hands.

“How are you feeling?” You knelt next to him and pressed a hand to his face. “You’re hot.”

“I’m what?” His face heated up even more.

“Your forehead’s burning up.”

“Oh.” 

“What did you think I meant?” 

“Nothing. Please don’t stay so close, you’ll catch it.” He tried to push you away gently.

“Don’t worry about me. Have you ever seen me sick?” You joked. It was true though, you hadn’t caught anything since you arrived in Teyvat. Maybe the microbes here couldn’t work with your biology. There were so many questions you had about these sorts of things but you doubted you could ever find the answer. Especially given the situation with the Shogun.

“No, but…”

“It’s my duty to treat you. Now, here’s your tea.” You poured him a cup and held it to his lips. 

He averted his eyes as he drank it. 

It took you a second to realize your position, bent over him and close enough to count his eye lashes.  “Sorry, I didn’t notice.” You sat up quickly to give him more space. 

“Don’t worry about it. It’s getting late, you should probably get to Lord Ayato.”

“But you’re sick and…” You sighed. “I guess I’ll just check in with you tomorrow. Don’t be afraid to call for me if you need me before then.”

“I will, don’t worry about me.”

"Of course I do. It's not like you're quick to ask for help, otherwise I'd have been here earlier."

 He smiled sheepishly. "I know, it's really not a big deal though."

"Please, just ask for help." You collected his cup and left. 

Next was Ayato. He was always last due to the nature of his treatment. To be fair, he would probably be last even if you didn’t offer him sleep medication. He still scared you a little, despite knowing he wouldn’t hurt you. 

“Good evening, commissioner.” You opened the door carefully.

“Good evening.” He raised his head and offered a small smile. “What time is it?”

“About eleven.”

“That late already?” He sighed. “There’s a few more papers that I need to sign…”

“No. You’ll get distracted by more and more work until it’s sunrise.” You objected.

His eyes narrowed slightly. “Talking back, are we?”

“I’m sorry sir, I just-”

“Don’t worry, I’m glad to hear you speak your mind, even in my presence.” You noticed the slightest smile on his face and the softness in his eyes you missed before.

“I’ll start brewing the tea then.” 

He watched you like a hawk as you worked. You wondered if he blinked. 

“There you go. Lots of sugar, the way you like.” You held out the cup but he ignored it, instead fixing his gaze on your mask.

“May I examine your mask?”

“Yes, sir.”

He leaned in closer and ran a finger over one edge. “It’s chipped. How long has it been like this?”

“A week, sir.”

“Did it happen during the… incident?”

You nodded. 

He withdrew. “I’ll find a craftsman to fix it for you.”

“You really don’t have to.” You shook your head. “Plus, I wouldn’t be able to cover my face until it was fixed, and that might take awhile.”

“Then I’ll have an artisan make another one.”

“You don’t have to. My current mask still works.”

“Please allow me to do something to mend my mistakes. A nicer room, higher pay, anything you want within reason.” 

“I don’t need anything. My room is fine as it is.” Its position allowed you to escape easily if you had to. “And I don’t need more things.” You wouldn’t be able to carry them when you fled. 

“There has to be something.” 

“There is.” You kept a firm grip on your voice to keep it from shaking. “But you can’t give it to me.”

“I’ll try.” Hope filled his voice.

“Please don’t.” You forced a smile. “I’m happy where I am. I’ll survive.”

“You can hope for more than survival. I won’t pressure you any further, but take my offer into consideration.” 

“I will.” You touched the side of the tea cup. “I’ll warm up the milk, otherwise it will be cold.”

“It’s alright. You seem tired. Go rest.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Could you drink it before I leave? So I can make sure you aren’t distracted by work.” You said it as politely as you could.

“A fair request. I did say I’d respect your wishes.” He drank it and as he drew his cup away you saw a faint smile. “Your teas truly are delightful.”

“Thank you, sir.”

You checked Thoma’s room before going to be. He was shivering. You pulled the blanket up to his neck, surprised he hadn’t woken when you entered. He must be a deep sleeper.

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You awoke to someone banging on your door. A wave of panic overtook you before you recognized his voice. It took another second to process what he was saying.

“Goldie, Thoma isn’t waking up, please, I’m begging you-”

You jumped to your feet and bolted out the door. The sound of blood in your ears drowned out everything else. You slipped as you rounded the corner. A flash of pain erupted on your leg before you stumbled to your feet and kept running.

Ayaka sat by Thoma, her face wet with tears. Besides her a small lantern dimly lit the small room. “You’re here.”

You didn’t respond to her words as you fell to your knees. You shook his shoulders. “Thoma, wake up.” He didn’t. Of course they’d already checked that. You leaned over his face and pressed a hand to his arteries. No breath tickled your cheek; he wasn’t breathing. His pulse was gone. If you were back home you would be dialing 911. That wasn’t an option here, so you did the next best thing. “Did you send someone to get a doctor?”

“Yes, but it will take at least thirty minutes for him to arrive.” 

Not good, not good. “Help me move him to the tatami mat.” Your voice came out much more authoritative than you expected it to, but it succeeded in communicating the urgency of the matter. Ayaka was much stronger than she appeared, easily moving him. You positioned yourself next to him and placed your hands in the middle of his chest. “Trust me.” You said before pushing your full weight into his chest, feeling it give way under you. One. You lifted your hands allowing his chest to expand before pushing again. Two. Again. Three, four. You felt something crack under your hands. Five. The door opened. Six, seven. You hummed under your breath to keep time. Seven, eight. Someone was talking. Nine, ten. Everything faded away except for your counting. Thirty. You lifted his chin and pinched his nose. Two breaths and back to chest compressions. 

Your wrists ached but you kept going. How many cycles was it? You weren’t keeping track. All you knew was that you were on the 29th compression and you were going to have to do breaths soon. Thirty and you adjusted his head for compressions. He blinked. He blinked! You could feel his breath on your face and a quick check confirmed his pulse was almost back to normal. 

"You're back!" You cupped his face in your hands. 

"Goldie?" His eyes were wide with shock.

"Yes?”

He tried to sit up and winced from the pain. You pushed him back down gently.

“Careful, your rib is broken.”

“What’s going on?”

“Your heart stopped. I had to compress it to force it to circulate the blood. Unfortunately I accidentally broke a few ribs. I didn’t expect you to wake up.”

“Was that not your goal?” Ayato’s voice joined the conversation.

“Not really.” You thought about how to explain it in a way he could understand. How advanced was medicine in Tevyat?. “It keeps the blood flowing so parts of the body don’t die. Usually the person doesn’t wake up until they are treated by a doctor.” You looked up at Ayato. “Does that make sense?”

He just stared at you, your mask held in one hand. Shoot.

“Please don’t hurt me.” You held your shaking hands up in surrender. “Just let me go, I promise to never come back. Just don’t tell the shogun.”

Ayato gaze narrowed in on your forearms. They had been exposed when you lifted your hand, revealing branching, purple scars. “How did you get these?”

Before you could answer, Thoma called out from behind you. “They’re bleeding.”

No, no, no. You scrambled to cover the wound. It must be a friction burn from when you slipped. 

“There are guards outside.” Ayato started, stepping closed as you moved away. “You are–”

You kicked out with your uninjured leg. “You’re going to hurt me!”

“No, I promise—” He just wanted to calm down so you’d be easier to catch.

“You’re going to send me to her!” Your fingers felt metal. A sword. “I won’t let you.” You held the weapon in front of yourself. It shook, your inexperience showing clearly. 

“You’re going to hurt yourself!” Ayaka cried, panic evident in her eyes, a panic shared by everyone in the room.

“I will.” You dropped the edge of the sword to your thigh. “If you come closer I will.”

“We won’t hurt , I swear. Just please let me treat you.” Thoma held out his open hand. 

You moved closer and extended your leg to allow him to reach. He touched you carefully, as if you were made of glass. Your blood gleamed gold under the light of the lamp. You dared to look at the Kamisatos. They didn’t look angry, you realized. They looked scared, horrified even. 

Ayato interrupted the silence. “Who did this to you?”

“Did what?” You asked softly, your voice raspy from yelling. 

“Your scars…” 

“The shogun. Her lightning-” You trailed off, unable to continue. “Please don’t turn me in.”

“I have no intention of doing so. As our god, it is our duty to protect you.”

You laughed. “A god? I wouldn’t be here if I was a god.”

“No matter what you think, I’ll find a way to prove it to you.” Thoma said, his hand cautiously drifting closer to you. 

“Please stay. We’ll take care of you.” Ayato offered.

“Promise?”

“Yes. I swear on my life that no harm will come to you.” Ayato placed a hand on his chest. “The doctor will come soon, rest in my room while he’s here.”

Masterlist

@0rah-s, @frickfrackanxietyattack

[fic-dumpster]

Hi 💕 i just wanted to tell you that i love your DIH series and i cant, is soooooo good its *chef kiss* amazing. Also you make my imagination going crazy. Like imagine Doe saying this.

Doe: I will be out some hours for the day, today i will go on a date with an important person 💕 The guys: ?!?!?!?!? Sanzu and Rindou, probably: WHO IS THE BASTARD?! Doe: With myself. The guys: Oh Mochi, tired of the dumbasery of his coworkers: Have fun and take care, call if you need anything.

The guys a couple of seconds later: WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY YOURSELF?

*everyone scattering to their feet, papers flying around, Rindou with only an arm in his jacket, Ran and Koko clashing at the door to see who goes out first…*

Sanzu: I forgot Mikey! *runs back in, picks him up, runs back out with him hanging over his shoulder*

…

Mochi on the phone: I tried

Doe on the line: I told you this wasn’t gonna work

Mochi: are they… still following?

Doe checks the obviously not suspicious car behind her: yeah…

Rindou poking his head out of the window and shouting to a random passerby: Hey! This sidewalk is busy! Use the other!

[ask-robokasa-and-rui]

Lore post//

A day later, Rui and Minori went to work together.

Rui! You seem more tired than usual...I mean I can't really blame you...

Hm...

With you finding out about all this-

Hm...

And that me and Kanade are together-

Hm...

And the history of Tsukasa's maki-Are you even listening to me!?

Zzz...

RUI!!!

Ah!! I'm awake!!!

You better be! We have another busy day!

Again...?

Yep! We have two idols getting interviewed here!

Aaaauuuuuugh...I don't want to run around to make sure thing are right and fast...

TOO BAD!!! Besides! This place doesn't get enough customers! So these things are big opportunities for us!!

Okay whatever...

Say, why didn't Tsukasa come?

I wanted him to be alone so he can figure out his "new emotions"...

How Rui thinks he'll handle them:

Okay! So I need to boil the noodle...but how does that work if there isn't any water? Oh I need to boil the water and then put the noodle in! Silly me! Okay then! Let's boil some water!! Flame thrower arm! DON'T FAIL ME NOW!!!

Tsukasa has a flame thrower arm?

No but it would be cool if he did.

Aw man...

Oh! Uhh Rui...?

Don't tell me it's almost time for the idols to come...

....

....

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHH!!!!!

WE HAVEN'T EVEN PREPARED ANYTHING!!!!

WE'RE SCREWED!! WE'RE GONNA GET FIRED!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!!

Hello?

AH-!!!!

Oh hehehe...hello we didn't see you two there...akward....

Remember us?

Uhhhhhhhhhhh....

The singers...we once came here...

Oh! Kohane and An right?

Yep!

Well sorry to say but we can't really serve you two...we have two idols coming here for an interview!

Oh! Shizuku and Airi?

Right!

Oh we know them! They're like the sweetest people! Well...at least Shizuku is...

Ah...

Don't worry! They're not the type to eat a billion things! I'm sure your work will be the easiest today!

Please don't jinx it...

After an hour or so, the two idols arrive at the diner

AAAAAAAAaaand we're back again in "My interviewee!" Today we have the one and but not only, Sizuku and Airi!!

Helloo!! It's your girl! Airi!!!

Hi there...Shizuku is here!

Well then!! Why don't we order before our interview starts?! WAITER!!!

Gah-!! Hehehe! H-H-Hello! What can I get for you two?

What sweets do you guys have?

Uhh we have Daifuku, Dorayaki, Mochi, Macarons, Cupcakes, Cookies! But for larger sweetswe have Tiramisu, Pancakes, Waffles, etc.

Which one should we get?

How about some Dorayaki?

AAAAAAaaalright!! Twenty Dorayakis!!

T-Twenty?!

Ma'am...Isn't that...

I'll be back with your order!

Ah...

Back in the room.

Alright, so we need to get twenty Dorayakis!

Ah, at least it's something we don't need to do from scratch!

Yeah...

A few minutes later...

So idols! Now that our Dorayakis are here! Why don't we start with some questions from your fans!?!?

Alright! Let's take a look!

First question!

I thought idols usually ear the bare minimum when it comes to food...

Well it's kind of needed for them to have more on camera! To hide stuff ya know?

How do you know that?

Haha! Oh! You know! I'm obsessed with idols.

Ah-

Have you ever had a loved one die?!

Hm?

...!

A loved one die? That's a strange question...but no! I lost my dog once but he came back...!

...

What about you Airi?!

Well...yes. I had a dear friend of mine die...it was a long time ago...when the whole massacre thing was happening...I had a fairly small friend group back then...her death caused me to lose them too...They were...Haruka, Asahi and Tsukasa...

...?! Tsukasa-?!

Shhh!!!

Now tho! We shouldn't break the mood now! Onto the next question!

She...she knew Tsukasa? Well- the human one I assume...If that's so...I'll have a little talk with her when she's done with her interview...

Tags: @aspenii @bobcross1010 @blankblyke @mizuribbons @mai-mai-mai @kusanagi-nene-official-mod @kiwi-does-stuff @scodscod @delartz @m4r1y4m

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been wanting to write about taking care of megumi with gojo for the longest time. manga spoilers, 3k.

“you have gotta stop feeding the poor boy all the mochi, you know? when’s the last time you actually cooked in this house?” you shoot a glare towards the sorcerer who dumps the bag of kikufuku that he’s recently picked up from his mission. you notice it’s become a habit of his — exorcise the curse, teleport to the store and bring himself back to your shared home with snack in hand.

it became tiring, after a while. it wasn’t that gojo didn’t pull his weight — it was just how he was, and he wasn’t all that nonchalant about the zen’in kid that was sold off, either. you see the way gojo offers sad smiles to the boy when he asks about his predicament, you see the way gojo’s face lights up when he comes across dog keychains that look awfully similar to the boy’s shikigami.

but it became tiring — no, it wasn’t because you had to take care of megumi. no, it wasn’t because you came home to a pile of undone laundry because they both just discovered video games, no.

it was the whole situation that felt unfortunate, how the both of you were barely 18 and you already had a plethora of problems: a child on your hands, a best friend who had gone off the rails only six months ago, a panel of conventionalists and higher-ups that didn’t seem to care one bit.

it all irked you, the society of sorcerers and how the system worked, churning out sorcerers only for them to be lost to the traumas of battles and loss—

“got something on your mind?” gojo asks, uncharacteristically quiet. there’s forty-five minutes till megumi ends school, the clock ticking like an ever present reminder of what being a sorcerer entailed. “me?”

you roll your eyes, already looking around to decide what you should pack for the trip down. an umbrella, because tokyo’s skies were looking gloomy. megumi’s notebook, that he likes to draw on in the train home. the mochi, that he would never admit to gojo that he loved. “anything but you; where— where did you put meg’s notebook, by the way?”

“wouldn’t you like to know?”

“gojo.” you could hardly handle him on a bad day, but sometimes you impress yourself with how determined you sound, not at all akin to your first year with the sorcerer. it was embarrassing just thinking about it, how flushed you look and nervous you sounded whenever gojo teased you. that pounding heart though? hm, that was the one thing that stayed the same, but that’s another story for another day.

“i’ll go pick megumi up today, you should go rest.”

gojo nods softly, oddly not having any objection to it when he usually liked to take on more than he could deliver. like he could never disappoint because the weight of the world could quite possibly be on his hands.

“‘i wanna take the train, rather than cling onto you while you teleport, ya know? i want to feel normal, normal like a civilian, for once.’ i still remember what you said to me. so much for being normal, huh?” gojo says with a grin, pointing to the table cluttered with remote controls and homework where the notebook probably was.

“plus, i know how much you like taking the train during sunset. it’s the least i could do for a sorcerer who feels tied down with this whole thing.”

“oh— and (y/n)? you want to feel normal, yeah?” you hum in reply, looking through the mess to find the notebook with two dogs as the cover and being too distracted to see gojo fiddling with his thumbs. “then maybe you should start calling me satoru.”

there’s a small gasp from you when you look up from the search party, already finding the male scurrying into his room while you repeat the name in your head multiple times.

“satoru,” it felt weird on your lips, but you liked it.

“(y/n)-san, do you like gojo?” the simple question causes you to sputter over dinner for the night, where the rain outside drones on like a lullaby with its constant pouring.

“h-huh? megumi, you should also give gojo an honorific at the end of his name, don’t be rude-!”

“you’re not answering the question, (y/n)-san.” and gojo howls, going hysterical at how deadpan the young boy looks while a grade one sorcerer like you chokes over a question of who-likes-who. with a panicked look over to gojo, you think you might’ve regretted it once he opens his mouth.

“yep, megumi-chan, (y/n) loooooves me! isn’t that right, my little kikufuku?” you can hear megumi’s cursed energy growing at the gross display of affection, and paired with the expression, it prompts the both of you to have very different reactions where you just curl into the wooden table as gojo lets out another obnoxious laugh.

“do not call me your little kikufuku ever again,” you scowl, “and no, megumi, i do not like satoru one bit.”

you must not realise the slip of your tongue, of how much you had been practising his first name all the way home. so when gojo lights up and is suddenly content with staying silent, you’re left to mirror him, the dinner table falling quiet with the almost comical yet exposing question from the boy.

you would never hear the end of gojo’s teasing that night when you wash the dishes, as he contently leans watching you.

“you called me satoru.” gojo grins, attempting to catch your eye as you focus on the soap suds forming in the sponge.

“yeah. so?” huffing out, you reach past him to keep the dripping plate onto the rack, wishing you never caught a glimpse of his sparkling blue eyes. you wondered how they always manage to shine so bright.

“in that moment, i felt normal, too.” his grin tones down to a soft smile, finally giving you relief when he turns away to stare at the ceiling. even so, you felt like a moth drawn to a flame, the water from the tap running freely with how long you took him his figure and his white hair and civilian clothes and collarbones.

“in a way, geto made me feel normal, too, but with you, it’s... different. it’s domestic, like i’m just having dinner with my friend and the weird kid i adopted.”

“do you miss him?”

gojo’s head snaps to you and you wish you could’ve taken back the question when swallows at the question. you answer for him. “because i do, satoru.”

“it’s so terrifying how easily humanity is lost because of emotion and the mind and the circumstances of everything. i don’t blame him for defecting but being a jujutsu sorcerer is fucked up. i hate it. i fucking hate all of this.”

he understands, every word of it. where his limbs halt at your question earlier, they start to work again that he removes everything from your grasp and your senses. the continuous running water, the sponge and the remaining cutlery in your hands. slowly, surely, he washes off the remaining suds in your hand and then he holds it.

gojo satoru holds your hand.

“y-your inf—”

“how fickle humans are,” gojo revels in your puzzlement, giggling just as he tugs you closer. you can feel every part of him and that scares you a tiny bit: the stray threads that poke out from his uniform, the silkiness of his hands. it’s just like his infinite void, where you’re given everything and yet you’re stuck on what to do next.

that’s what you felt like when gojo trusted you enough to bring down his cursed technique.

“you say that like you’re not a human...” you mumble, fingers twitching to reciprocate the clutch of his hand.

ignoring your statement, he continues. “you’re so fickle that you went from admiring me to suddenly being angry at the world... and then admiring me again.”

“it’s going to give you whiplash, my little kikufuku.” you hate how he glances at you, hyper fixated on everything even with his efforts earlier. your heart rings in your ears, the tap drips like a rhythm, the moon seems to be singing a love song and gojo?

he looks as divine as usual, like a golden child blessed with white hair and long eyelashes and those stupid, damn eyes that you can’t help but get lost in each time.

time seems to stop, just like how time seems to fly whenever you’re throwing your head back to laugh in yaga-sensei’s classes and when you’re snickering at how they added only three cubes of sugar to gojo’s coffee when it should’ve been four.

in this terrifying yet endearing moment, you never knew how much you actually knew about the man, how long you’ve been beside him until now as you finally decide to take a leap, closing your hand around his even when you can hear the faint little squeak of megumi’s newly discovered shikigami. a rabbit who hops away while your skin warms his hand.

it’s so cold, his hands are so cold that you made sure to add ‘gloves’ to your christmas list this year.

“there. perfect.” with gojo out on multiple-day missions due to his growth in strength, you think you’ve become pretty skilled yourself at taking care of the boy. for starters, he isn’t that great at communicating emotions, but he is pretty filial and obeys you when you dish out the usual no-ice-cream-before-dinner or the fact that he should clean his room every once in a while.

only a year has passed, but you never fail to remember how december 22nd was megumi’s birthday when you asked him the question. last year was spent squeezing seven candles onto a single slice of cake and this year, you promised yourself you would give him a bigger one where the eight candles will be evenly spaced out.

(six; gojo torments megumi about him being sold off. seven; fumbling with the responsibility of a zen’in kid. eight; finally getting the hang of it.)

you made sure the minimal decor was holding up in the living room before knocking gently on megumi’s door, pushing it open with the chance he still might be sleeping. never mind that, you’d just wake him up by drawing the curtains open.

“megs! wake up, it’s your birthday!” you grin over him from where he slept, the birds and soft dancing of leaves providing some music on the weekend. megumi feels like the opposite though as he groans at the loud voice, and more at the bright sun that you’ve brought into his room.

“it’s been a year already?” megumi squints through his eyes, the iconic bedhead making its appearance as he tries to hide from the window as much as possible.

“yeah, it has,” and while megumi talks and acts like a seventy-year-old, you can still he how he lives like a child where the light shines in his eyes as it has for the past eight years. even if toji, his biological father, didn’t want him, you were certain megumi was a blessing for toji and his wife as he is for you.

“we’ll bake your cake once you’re ready, okay?”

“okay... just give me five minutes, mom.” your jaw drops at the small mistake, face contorting into happiness while the other’s is devoid of colour — how megumi wishes the ground would swallow him up. the sentiment is obviously not returned when he shoves you out of his room with crimson cheeks, suddenly awake and you feel smiley even as the door slams on you from behind.

“i won’t tell!” you tease, giggling to yourself when you hear a disgruntled noise from behind the door. ah, you adored him.

megumi loosens up fast as he helps you with his own birthday cake after breakfast, taking out the pots and pans, as well as the ingredients that you purchased beforehand. the mishap isn’t mentioned one time, but you have just as much fun, even being the victim of an unprompted ambush from his shikigami.

“pretty swell, don’t you think, megs?” ruffling his hair, the both of you watch it go into the oven, and he’s excited to start on the icing that you give him the green light, watching him mix the contents with a small smile. from the packaging to the finished product, you two soon get ready to decorate.

the pride is so present, of having raised a kid correctly (more like without anyone dying) that even with gojo absent with a mission, the day still feels completed after the birthday song, video games and charades. you replicate that same smile when you tuck the kid into bed, resisting the urge to peck his forehead.

“think we did pretty good.” a quiet voice shocks you out of your trance, the hallway light blocked out by gojo’s tall frame. absolutely beat and exhausted he looks, yet he still greets you with a grin. “i tried to rush home as fast as i could, used the last bit of my cursed energy to get here. ’m sorry.”

“satoru... what happened?” the other waves a hand like it’s nothing, but he winces when you press an ice pack to his ribs, the bruise deepening with purple while the rest of his body remained pristine. “why this one bruise?”

gojo didn’t want to admit how the brief thought of you had gotten him distracted, an unfortunate clash of the curse against his unshielded body before it sent him flying. infinity was up in a second, but a part of his ribs was affected by the blow.

“were you thinking of me?” you turn the tables on him, how every hardship’s countered with a joke or a chuckle. it’s how gojo has always coped because when he’s ready, he’ll come forth and let down his walls just like he’s doing with infinity right now.

“how’d you know?” gojo returns a smile, “i thought of megumi more, though.”

rolling your eyes, the need to put up a front becomes less and less necessary with the other asleep. you couldn’t have megumi knowing you were weak for the special grade sorcerer, although you’re sure he would’ve figured it out on his own. gojo grunts in pain again after a harsh press on your end, but his morale never went down.

“can’t remember the last time i got hurt, felt like forever since i’ve had a weakness.”

“and what weakness might that be?” you already know the answer, even if you two have been dancing around the other for months. lingering glances, subtle contact, secret smiles.

“you—”

a shuffle of feet, a small voice and the both of you gasp.

“oh my god, finally. goodnight.”

“hey. hey! fushiguro megumi!” you call after him, only to be stopped with gojo’s hand encasing yours, already loving the way his fingers twine with yours.

“guess the secret’s out of the bag.”

“hey— helloooo, fushiguro? fushiguro! you still haven’t told us anything about gojo-sensei’s relationship. who’s he dating- hey, hey!”

megumi only groans at the curious boy, mind and body still working even after such a taxing mission. that’s what you get for ingesting the finger of the king of curses. he was unlucky today, for nobara had joined in on the questioning, too, all the way back to jujutsu high, where he was sure the two of you were fighting over who ate the last piece of mochi.

it was him. he just liked seeing his mentor get owned again by his partner.

“stop asking. there,” you two weren’t fighting, per se, but megumi couldn’t help a smile seep through the stoicism when he sees gojo eyeing you suspiciously.

“hey, kids! welcome back, how was the mission?” naturally, your arm goes around the boy who doesn’t make any move to shrug you off. if he’s dealt with gojo’s random displays of affection on him, you wouldn’t be too different.

“successful, although itadori ate the finger via the mouth on his hand.” megumi nods towards the other.

“blame sukuna.” itadori scoffs, expression changing into a smile once he turns to you. “hello! you must be (y/n)-san! i’m itadori yuuji!”

likewise, with nobara, she introduces herself, although she told you she’d catch up on everything after she’s had her beauty sleep. the questions from the amateur sorcerer never ended, however, continuing even after you make your way back into the dorms. nobara had retired to her room as with megumi while gojo just watched, unsure of who to follow. he decides to eavesdrop on you.

“so, so— (y/n)-san, i hope this isn’t too personal. are you really really dating gojo-sensei?”

“unfortunately, yes.” you giggle, patting itadori’s head, “but he’s a good man. caring, annoying, admirable. strong yet vulnerable— well, around me at least.”

a yawn interrupts itadori, “you sound like you really love him, (y/n)-san.” the statement is left unanswered, only giving the other a smile before he bids you goodnight.

“you know i can see you, right?” you turn to stare gojo dead in the eye (well, blindfold), who hides poorly behind the corridor, coming out of the place with surrendered hands. “i did not eat your damn mochi.”

“you didn’t answer yuji. do you not love me anymore? screw the kikufuku.” gojo was joking with a pout, but you could see the hint of fear in his eyes that you took pity on him. infinity covers the two of you in a glimpse, as he cradles you and warps you to a place of privacy.

you only raise an eyebrow, “the pantry?”

“what... i’m hungry.” whining, he reaches behind you with ease to pocket a pack of sweets.

“and no, i still love you, you big dummy.” you whisper with hands on his cheeks, stricken with an abrupt burst of ardour for the man in front of you. he pulls you closer ever so slightly, need seeping through his embrace. even through the blindfold, you know how his eyes soften like usual after all those years.

he does it when you come home from a problematic mission. he does it when you’re watching megumi grow. he does it when you lay in bed for the first time, so far yet so close as intimacy allows him to catch his breath for the first time.

in bed, in the hallways of jujutsu high, in your shared apartment, in missions, in the pantry, gojo boils it all down to one thing: how comfortable and small he feels in your arms compared to the intimidating situations of the jujutsu world, the very thing the both of you despised.

“i adore how many patches you’ve given your heart even after all these years, satoru. it’s terrifying how you hold up so well that it’s almost scary.” gently, you remove the blindfold. you gulp, unnoticeable, as his eyes flutter open like an angel’s.

“well, you gotta admit that you have been most of the glue that’s been holding me, and megumi, together.”

grinning, you reach onto your tippy toes to bump your forehead to his. “i’d give as much as you need me to. i’m not done loving you yet, gojo satoru.”

“i’m not, either.” he declares softly before taking your breath away, literally.

gojo takes in all of you like the first time, swearing that there’s one or two tears that leak out of his eyes because he’s just so in love with you that it hurts physically. lips meshing with yours while his embrace remains ever strong, holding like you’d be gone in the next minute.

and if the universe was generous enough to give him a second love, he was sure as hell going to never let you go.

“i ate the kikufuku, gojo-sensei.” megumi confesses out of the blue the next morning, already sensing a wave of complaints from his mentor but he only holds up a hand. “it was so i could see you get destroyed yet again by (y/n)-san, but— but...”

“i guess i never told the two of you how thankful i am.” the older gets ready to tease, but he’s taken aback with the next hopeful wish, “i hope you have a long life with them, gojo-sensei; you really seem to love them.”

gojo only looks to you who’s telling an exaggerated story on the field with the other two students. a smile stretches across his face, heart swelling with pride at your beauty, at your excitement.

“yeah. yeah, me too, megumi.”

[xiao-come-home]

Warning: su/ggestive, minors dni.

You do not know how you happened to find yourself in this situation.

You do not know how a normal conversation turned into subtle hand touches with Ayato, that was sitting in front of you.

Perhaps you did not notice how eagerly his periwinkle-colored eyes kept eating you up ever since you entered the manor.

Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary; you decided to pay Ayato a visit, knowing that he must be exhausted after a week full of work. Thoma greeted you as excitedly as always, but there's one thing that you didn't catch.

His tiny remark that today, lord Kamisato feels a bit irritated.

Yet, as soon as the housekeeper heard the confirmation to let you in and opened the door, he was hit with the most gentle expression on Ayato's face, almost as if anything that happened previously... didn't happen at all.

Thoma decided not to question it, and left as quickly as he could, claiming to get you and his master the usual tea, until Ayato's tired voice startled him.

“I... I'd like a bit of wine today, please.”

And so, you proceeded to rant about everything that happened last week; and so did Ayato, but as the time passed, he kept talking less and less, and one of his gloved hands began to trace invisible patterns on your own.

You gasped internally, but his eyes - as sharp as ever - were immediately able to reassure you, that there's nothing to worry about; after all, what could possibly happen?

You seem to have missed the mischievous twinkle that his eyes held.

Which is why you're currently pinned to the wall by the Yashiro Commissioner himself.

His face adores a tiny blush, his eyes are watching you half-lidded, occasionally closing, as his lips place chaste kisses onto your neck; right when you expect it the least, those innocent kisses turn into open mouth kisses and licks, just enough to leave a mark.

Ayato holds your arms above your head firmly, but in reality - he knows that you can stop him anytime, and he won't question it.

But he's glad that you don’t want him to stop.

He purposely avoids your lips - you can feel them grazing yours ever so slightly, oh, you can feel his warm breath, and it drives you crazy; but as soon as you lean forward, he backs away with a laugh.

The other hand cups both of your cheeks and forces you to look at him.

It feels like he has already undressed you bare with his eyes alone.

He towers over you easily; the long sleeves of his uniform are covering almost everything on your left side, leaving only a dim lamp as the source of light on the other. The fabric feels so, so silk against your face; but if it wasn't Ayato's body pressing against yours and him almost making out with your hand at the moment, maybe you could ponder about his clothing a bit more.

He's so, so warm.

And so is your finger that he's currently sliding down his wet lips.

Ayato stares into your eyes deeply with a slight smirk; he knows what he's doing. He likes what he's doing, because at this point - he's probably able to feel your racing heart with ease. But he doesn't mind it - instead, it makes his own beat just as much.

He slows down a bit, placing the hand he was kissing on his cheek, and nuzzles into it softly; sighing, he closes his eyes and absorbs the moment, while releasing the grip on the wrist above your head.

Perhaps the alcohol was less effective now.

Ayato leans down and presses his forehead against yours - he doesn't speak anything, no - he doesn't need to. He feels both of your hands cupping his cheeks now, which soothes his thoughts and becomes the last push to finally taste what he has been craving for so long.

Your lips finally connect after what it feels like an eternity.

Meanwhile, Thoma rushes from the kitchen, barely balancing the tray with Dango milk and mochi - which is quite unlike him; poor thing heavily miscalculated how knitting is truly time-consuming.

Once he almost reaches his destination, the blond-haired male pants for a second; he tries to compose himself and prepare for a possible punishment in a form of Ayato's... questionable hot pots.

But the panting doesn't stop.

And it's no longer Thoma's panting.

Once he hears sounds of what it appears to be a heavy make-out session, the poor housekeeper freezes in his spot; his face now resembles the exact same shade of the vision he's been given.

Thoma decides to place the tray near the door, and returns back to his room quietly with a hand over his mouth.

The pyro vision holder was perfectly aware that drinking milk with wine is not advisable, but it was probably too late for it now.

Maybe, possibly... The Young Lord can use it a bit differently than simply digest it.

--

But what if Ayato finds the milk...?

[sadsayu]

non-stop - diluc ragnvindr x overworked reader

IN WHICH ; your boyfriend realizes that your working too much.

WARNINGS! mentions of fighting, blood, and injury. overworking to the point of severe exhaustion. i think that’s it but idk please be careful <3

they/them pronouns used for reader.

reader takes the place of the traveler.

the commissions you had today were draining.

you loved mondstadt and it’s people, but honestly, you really wished that they would handle their own tedious problems instead of taking every single minor incident to the adventures guild or the knights.

it was only nine in the morning, and you already wanted to back to your warm bed. … at least, it used to be warm.

ever since diluc had decided he wanted to bartend at angels share more often, along with his dark night hero duties, he hadn’t been getting home until the early hours of the morning. you didn’t mind, but this meant that your boyfriend was completely oblivious to the brutal hours that you spent running around teyvat.

you shook the thoughts of him out of your mind as you stepped away from one of the teleport waypoints in inazuma city. many errands had be completed before the end of the day in inazuma, and you didn’t have a break due to also planning on going to liyue, too.

“(y/n)! i’m glad you could make it!” thoma waved to you. he was smiling, as usual.

“hey thoma! what do you need help with today?” paimon said, floating over to him excitedly. you were glad that paimon did all the talking, as you would get tired of if very quickly.

he explained his errand for you, and quickly it was done. thoma gave you your reward, and an extra plate of sakura mochi as a thanks.

you exchanged your goodbyes, storing the plate in your inventory so that diluc could eat it with you later, and moved on to the next person you had to meet.

after running around inazuma for several hours fighting treasure hoarders, hillichurls, a fatui here and here, running around for the shogun, getting teased by yae miko, getting distracted by chests and puzzles, getting ambushed by a ruin hunter, getting struck by lightning several times, and accidentally meddling into your friends’ personal lives, all the tasks in inazuma were done for the day.

you were so, so tired.

but then it was time to teleport to liyue.

you had to meet zhongli for tea first, which was always refreshing after working so hard, and then immediately after you threw yourself back into work.

this time you were mostly fighting abyssal monsters, which was easy due to how repetitive their attacks were, a few treasure hoarders again, delivering almost tofu for xiao (he paled when he saw how tired you looked, but didn’t mention it during your conversation,) and ending with your weekly spar with childe.

you won, obviously, but you sustained more injuries than normal. luckily, your day was almost over as the sun dipped below the horizon. your muscles practically screamed at you to stop moving as you walked through liyue to get one last errand over with. the people around you must’ve noticed how horrible you looked, because they seemed to avoid you.

you slouched as you dragged your feet to deliver the letter that was clenched in your palm. you were so out of it, that you couldn’t even notice that the sun had set a long time ago.

a very long time ago.

the moon was high in the sky when you finally were able to teleport to dawn winery, where you temporarily stayed.

paimon was mindlessly rambling as she floated beside you.

“we had a long day today” she pouted, “i thought you said that you’d postpone your liyue stuff until tomorrow!”

“why… why did i say that?” you asked, putting no effort into making your tone seem normal. you were more focused on not passing out where you walked than that.

“diluc said that he wasn’t bartending tonight. weren’t you two supposed to do an at-home date or something?”

oh.

oh.

you remembered suddenly why you saved the sakura mochi that thoma kindly made for you. paimon had a dawn of realization when she saw how your face turned from “absolutely exhausted” to “how the fuck do i explain this??”

but you didn’t have any time to think of an excuse to why you missed your date with diluc, or why your arms and legs were littered with injuries, because at that moment is when you walked through the front door to see your boyfriend staring at you.

paimon muttered something before speeding away to her room upstairs, leaving the couple alone. all of the staff had retired to bed.

diluc’s eyes softened when he looked at you up and down.

“darling…” he muttered, walking over to you. “.. why?”

you sniffed, curling your hands into fists as you tried to keep in the tears that threatened to spill down your face.

shaking your head, you willed your voice to sound almost okay as you tried to explain why you looked so horrible.

“i just..” you stumbled over your words, “i just got caught up in commissions. i’m sorry for missing our date, i know it was probably gonna be the only time you’re off from work for the next few weeks.. so…”

he didn’t reply as he scanned your features. his hand gently brushed against a small gash on your cheek, feeling the dried blood on his fingertips.

“my love, don’t be sorry. i’m not mad.” he says softly. “just… i know you started your day early this morning, and the staff said you hadn’t been here all day.”

those snitching fuckers.

“i was worried about you.” he said.

you nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “i’m okay. i just had a lot to do, and i accidentally planned it all on the same day.”

you knew it wasn’t convincing.

diluc was aware of your habits- to work yourself everyday to the point of passing out in the middle of the street. he knows what excuses you made and he knows that you never actually tried to make it better for yourself.

“please, be honest to me.” diluc said, his voice quiet and comforting. this was a side of him that not many people would see.

“do you do this often?”

you opened your mouth to spill another one of your excuses, but paimon appeared and suddenly started explaining what your routine was every day- how your only breaks were cut short most of the time and how you regularly denied help from healers when you got hurt.

diluc could only stare at you with pitying eyes. you hated it.

you didn’t hate him, you could never. just the feeling of pity. even though, a small part of you wanted the attention from him. that small part wanted nothing but to be cared for and comforted.

when paimon disappeared, diluc pulled you gently to the couch, where he left for a moment to get the proper tools to care for your injuries.

you tried to compose yourself while he was gone, but the facade quickly shattered when he got back.

“who did this to you, my love.” he said, his voice calm but with contaminated with anger.

“just hillichurls, you know.”

“this is not the work of hillichurls.” he said.

you sighed, finally accepting that this was a fight you couldn’t win and you began explaining how you got your injuries during the days you spent in liyue, mondstadt, and inazuma.

you felt his hands tighten around your arm, but he remained gentle.

diluc wanted nothing more than to explain to you that you didn’t need to do all these commissions. he wanted you to use his money, so that you wouldn’t be doing the dangerous bounties just for enough mora to buy one paimon meal. he wanted to beg you to take it easy, and bring him along when it was possible.

but you were both tired, so he left that conversation for the next morning.

diluc would not be working that day, and neither would you. he would make sure of it.

[ part 2 coming soon ]

AUTHORS NOTE! woo my first published fic guys!! i’m so sorry if it’s bad lol. i didn’t see anything like this for any genshin characters that i liked so i figured that i’d do if myself. i’ll be making a part two that will focus on more comfort from him soon <3 see you next time!

remember to drink water, eat a snack if you want, get some sleep!

© sadsayu 2022

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[chuuyrr]

1st years + sukuna babysits scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): none

i thought of another one lmao + i also think that sukuna would be a big softie for scarlet witch, baby fushiguro reader, he's definitely not canonically but in my works, he is a softie.

you don't usually stay with your older, half-brother megumi, but he'd be happy to look after you when gojo can't.

gojo had to go somewhere again so he left you in your half older brother's care and of course, nobara at yuji comes along with that.

"i will be away for a couple of days, look after kikufuku over here okay?"

gojo kissed your mochi-like cheeks, watching you giggle and smile in delight. "don't give your brother and his friends too much trouble now!"

"we'll watch [name]-chan, don't you worry bout' a thing gojo-sensei!" chimed yuji and nobara as megumi took you from gojo's arms after you had kissed his cheek goodbye and that's when the chaos began.

"gumi-nii!" you squealed, snuggling up in his arms like the bundle of sunshine you were.

"that's so cute!"

"he just called fushiguro 'gumi-nii'!"

this caused yuji and nobara to coo and gawk at your cuteness. megumi, on the other hand, buried his face in your hair. he did not want to be seen blushing from your cuteness. 

"hello [name]." he lifted his head to smile at you. 

nobara asked in a baby-like voice. "you are such a cutiepatootie! what do you wanna do [name]-chan?~" 

"oh! do you guys wanna take [name] out?" yuji suggested, "we can go out to eat and walk."

"i wanna go out!" your eyes practically had stars in them as they lit up with excitement.

as much as megumi wanted to stay in with you today, he couldn't resist you. so he agreed to yuji's suggestion and brought you outside of jujutsu high along with yuji and nobara.

what they didn't know was that little [name]-chan can sometimes be a cat with zoomies. you were always bouncing and running up and about whenever something piques your interests.

you might have tiny legs, but those legs can freaking run a mile if you wanted. luckily, yuji was fast as you are—meaning he was the only who could run and catch you whenever you've ran off too far or to a not-so-safe place like in the middle of a freaking road, chasing after a dog leashed by its owner with cars zooming by left and right.

he'd always be there to swoop you in his arms which would always make you giggle and bubble with laughter, naively thinking you were now playing a game of tag or chase with yuji.

megumi, nobara and yuji took you to a restaurant and got you your favorite katsudon dish. you happily ate your food. after eating lunch, they took you to your favorite pokemon stores and your brother got you a pikachu stuffed that was twice your size just because. 

megumi is your brother. it may not look like it, but he really cares for you and your happiness means the world to him.

megumi was upset to find out that his little sister was going to be exploited to the zenin just like him, which confused him since you had no cursed energy of sort.

he figured they would just train you to become like his and your father. he was glad that gojo took you in and raised you in his care but god, gojo should have really told him about your 'cursed energy' and exceptional capabilities from the start. 

after spending the entire day with them, you got tired and yuji offered to carry you since megumi had already been doing that since earlier.

you were cuddled up to his chest, your tiny arms wrapped around his neck securely along with the pikachu stuffed toy that megumi bought you. you snored peacefully in your sleep. you were absolutely tired from the zoomies you had.

"look, [name]-chan fell asleep."

nobara whispered and whipped out her phone to take a picture of you. "she's so cute! how the hell is she related to you fushiguro?"

yuji nervously laughed upon recalling the memory that occurred earlier wherein you literally disappeared from their sight when a pokemon mascot outside the store caught your interest. "she ran so much earlier. we even lost track of her for a second." 

megumi assured his friend. "don't worry, i won't tell gojo-sensei."

sukuna took form on yuji's cheek and spotted your peacefully sleeping figure. "what is this brat doing?" 

yuji yelled in a whisper at the king of curses, not wanting to wake you up. "oi, don't call her that sukuna and shut up! can't you see she's sleeping?" 

"this one's weak, i don't sense any cursed energy from her." sukuna claimed, earning an irk on yuji's temple.

yuji retorted. "she's a child, you dumbass." 

apparently, little did you know that as yuji and sukuna bickered in the physical world, you had somehow astral projected into sukuna's domain without his or any of their notice. 

ryomen sukuna

sukuna was sitting on his throne with eyes closed when he suddenly heard pitter patters. your footsteps to be exact. opening one eye, he found you looking at the place in complete awe.

well that was quite the first impression of a four year old, normally kids like you would cower in fear from the hazy red environment that was filled with bones and malice.

how are you not scared or creeped out even the slightest? but most importantly, he couldn't help wonder at how you got here without him noticing.

he did not feel a single ounce of cursed energy from you, let alone any connection with you. you didn't eat one of his fingers now, did you now? sukuna knew how irresponsible his vessel can be at times but, surely not? right?

"oi, how did you get here?" sukuna called your attention.

"yuji-nii?" you squeaked out, tilting your head at him like a confused puppy. 

"i'm not that brat." sukuna furrowed his brows at you. "i asked you a question first."

you ran up to his throne with a smile on your face, you looked at him with those sweet and naive eyes of yours.

"then, who are you? this place is so cool, you have pretty clothes too!"

sukuna blinked at you. how were you not afraid of him? or this place in general? were you that oblivious?

"sukuna." he told you, his eyes still expressing confusion. "you still haven't answered my question. how did you get in here?" 

"i dunno." you giggled in response, "but i like it here! i love the color red." 

what the hell did you mean by that? sukuna raised a brow at you and straightened his back. he watched as you crept closer to him, your arms resting on his knees as you looked at him with a smile and star-lit eyes.

he peered at you. "you're not supposed to be here brat."

sukuna raised his hand, ready to bring you back to the physical world with a flick of his hand, but his breathing hitched when you still remained. there was a strong force that appeared to be stopping him. 

"what the fuck? how are you doing that?"

you blinked, clearly oblivious "do what?"

sukuna sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. his cursed energy and even techniques were useless against you. it left him stunned, but mostly confused. he still couldn't understand why and how you were doing that when he couldn't feel a single drop of cursed energy from your soul.

you suddenly decided to tap his knee which caught his attention. "hey!"

withdrawing his hand, he looked at you with a questioning look. "what do you want now, brat?" 

"up up." you made grabby hands towards him, wanting sukuna to pick you up and snuggle with you just like how yuji did when you fell asleep.

sukuna clicked his tongue. he felt like he was being bewitched by your cuteness and your mysterious presence. he would most likely choose to yell no at you and leave you to cry, but something compelled him not to do that.

could it be a brother-instinct? was that even a thing? it better be because there was no way that he was going to be a father to you. whatever the hell this human emotion he was feeling, it felt so foreign.

after a couple of seconds, he reached out to you and picked you up just like you had wanted. sukuna lifted you in the air, making you giggle and laugh. it made him scoff and smile at the same time. some troublesome brat you were. 

"tell me, how did you do it? what is your secret brat?" sukuna pressed, continued to pry. "you know, you look just like that fushiguro brat. you're not his child are you?"

you shook your head, still smiling. "gojo is my dad! megumi is my brother."

sukuna raised a brow at you, clearly piqued with interest. he was quick to assume that gojo was the one taking care of you as your father figure whilest being related to that fushiguro but, if you're related to him, it could mean you're just as talented as he was. you literally just entered his domain without his notice. that's literally talent.

"what cursed technique did you do to get here? come on, tell me." sukuna pinched your mochi-like cheeks, discreetly admiring how squishy and kissable they were.

"i still don't get what you're saying." you furrowed your brows together, pouting.

you really did not understand what sukuna was trying to tell you. gojo still hasn't taught you anything about cursed energy and techniques, and it was probably because he believes that it isn't what you have.

sukuna sighed in defeat, finally getting the message that you really didn't know how. he sat you on his lap, staring at you intently. you looked just your brother, you got his eyelashes and gaze whenever you were curious or thinking. but you had [color] hair and [color] eyes, he assumed you got it from your mother.

"you comfortable brat?"

sukuna asked you, gently pulling your hair back from your shoulders as he combed his fingers through your hair. he watched you nod and hum in content. 

sukuna eventually cradled you in his arms until you began to close your eyes. perhaps staying in here with him was draining you out in a way. he may not exactly know the answer, but something told him that you had a special kind of 'cursed energy'. one that you can conceal involuntarily.

but right before you fell asleep, you opened your eyes, half-lidded from drowsiness. you called out to him, "kuna?" 

"what do you want this time?" he swallowed thickly.

you let out a small yet tired yawn. "can i call you kuna-nii?" 

sukuna brushed the loose strands of your hair, allowing your head to rest on his arms and flicked your forehead. his actions might have said no, but that didn't stop you. you smiled as your eyes finally gave in, but not before you whispered. "goodnight, kuna-nii." 

yuji finally felt your presence enter his conscience and was left stunned how you were able to do that. he heard your voice inside his head just like he had heard sukuna's. paled, he looked at megumi. 

"[name] just entered sukuna's domain. i heard her voice." megumi and nobara panicked. 

immediately, you were woken up by your brother.

"[name]! wake up!"

you opened your eyes with a yawn, confused at the panicked expressions they each held. "huh?"

"gumi-nii?" you rubbed your eyes. "is daddy here already?" 

"are you okay? did.. did you have a good dream?" megumi swallowed thickly, carefully wording his question. he didn't want to worry you or make you panic.

you perked up at his question. the drowsiness you had subsided instantly. "yeah! i was in a pretty red place and there was this man who looked like yuji-nii." 

"did he hurt you?" megumi asked in concern, taking you from yuji's arms in a panic to inspect any injuries, which you shook your head to that in response. 

you smiled gleefully, "he made up-up with me just like yuji." 

the three of them glanced at each other in disbelief at how you were able to do that and looks like gojo would need to hear a thing or two from them, and maybe finally explain your cursed energy to them.

[sixeyesgojo]

jjk characters handling your period

Summary: “What do you mean, no baby this month either? Okay, suffer then.” - your damn uterus

Pairings: Gojo/Megumi/Nanami/Naoya/Toji x Reader

Content warning: the monthly bloody nightmare your uterus puts you through and the whole shebang that comes with it, language warning, suggestive themes, explicit warning for Toji (you’ll see why)

A/N: purely self-indulgent because I suffer. @megumifushi and @sukirichi , my gals, I gotcha. Also dedicated to all readers who suffer from the same fate (may it be right now or not). Also: Yes, absolutely open the video I linked in Megumi’s part (it’s safe, I promise).

Gojo Satoru

You turn and turn in bed uncomfortably. Something isn’t right, you think and it’s not the fact that Satoru is missing next to you. Not knowing immediately irritates you. All of a sudden you become painfully aware of your lower region. Yes, of course it had to be that time of the month. You just knew you already stained your panties and perhaps the sheets haven’t been spared either. Getting out of bed, then realizing it was already past noon, you sprinted to the bathroom. Fuck, moving fast was not a good idea. 

Having changed the sheets and your stained panties, you made your way to the kitchen. Your stomach growled, signaling you were hungry, but at the same time you feared. Smelling food, let alone tasting too much of it, was a slippery slope – either your nose would protest or your stomach, no in-between. Regardless, you had to eat; or were you supposed to starve to death because of this? Not in this lifetime. “I AM BACK!” an annoyingly loud voice rang through the apartment. You groan and turn around. “Fuck off, Satoru,” you say. Your irritation flaring up for seemingly no reason. “Stop being so motherfucking loud. My head feels like it’s going to split in two and my pussy is fighting the crimson war right now,” you snarled at him.

“Oh honey, seems like I called the right shots then,” he declared proudly and held up a bag filled with... snacks? “I already called in sick for you for the next few days,” Satoru continued to explain as he wrapped his arms around you, “and I’ll be by your side 24/7 for the next two days. We’ll do fun stuff. How does movie night with lots of cuddling for tonight sound?”

“Why are you so nice to me right now?” you mumbled, tears welling up in your eyes. “Simple: I don’t want to be castrated by you,” he whispered back and planted a kiss on your cheek. “Fair enough. What will we do tomorrow?” He stayed silent but pulled out a black card out of his sleeve. You gasped.

Fushiguro Megumi

Ping. A notification. Quickly, you scrambled to get your phone to see what that was about. You desperately needed some distraction right now. The pain was too much. Your boyfriend Megumi had gone somewhere you didn’t know. All you knew was that your boobs were sore, the sensitive nipples rubbing against the fabric were already too much. In addition to that, you also experienced period cramps, resulting in back pain as well. Life was not easy at the moment but at least you could lay in bed for today, doing absolutely nothing.

Unlocking your phone, you saw a new message from Yuji: “omg look at this???” [Video link] It was a video of 42 seconds. There was a cute seal – probably the cutest and fluffiest seal you have ever seen – and background music. It may have only lasted 42 seconds but it definitely triggered some happy feelings inside you; it was so pure and you loved the energy of the clip. Perhaps these feelings were a bit too intense and overwhelming. Tears streamed down your face and you started sobbing uncontrollably. Why were you like this? It wasn’t even a sad video, was it?

You buried your face in the blankets, weeping as if someone just broke up with you. Through your loud crying, you did not notice the door opening. A jangling noise could be heard from your nightstand. Instantly, you shot up to check for intruders but luckily, it was Megumi. A frown spread on his face. “What happened?” he asked as his thumbs wiped your tears from your cheeks. You showed him the video, still sobbing, “Look at the seal... It’s so c-cute. I just... got emotional because it really t-traveled the world. This cutie deserves the whole world...”

“And so do you,” he bluntly stated, “now take the ibuprofen I brought you for the cramps and rest up.” As a matter of fact, he not only brought you painkillers but a hot water bottle and food as well.

Nanami Kento

“No, give me that. Lay down and rest. I can dust off the shelves on my own,” his deep voice commanded. If there was a man that screamed “male wife” it was definitely Nanami Kento, particularly when it came to you being on your period. You weren’t allowed to do anything in the house, except for very light chores. With good reason. “Kento, I can do–” Yeah, no, it wasn’t possible and Kento knew it too well.

You weren’t lucky when it came to period symptoms. Besides excruciating back pain, extremely sore breasts and headaches, you also had the luck to suffer from dizziness every single time you experienced the monthly nuisance. The first time you even passed out. In fact, it had happened several times. And that was precisely how Kento decided to not let you do anything. Still, you felt bad to leave everything to Kento. His work already demanded so much from him and here you were, being babied and even spoon-fed. You didn’t even have to cook your own meals or wash and iron laundry.

You had barely said those words when the unwelcome whirling sensation took you over again. Your feet wobbled, you were in danger of crashing to the ground. In a flash, Kento was by your side to steady you. “I told you not to overdo it.” He cupped your cheek with his warm hand. “Sorry, Kento. I’ll... just rest for a minute.”

Zenin Naoya

Period pain? Laughable. Naoya thought it was pathetic. A woman – these already weak creatures – having period symptoms was a mystery to him. What could possibly hurt about bleeding a little? He couldn’t understand. Your pitiable and sorry state was only another inconvenience to him. Not that you hindered him in any way – you were obedient enough to be quiet and complain as little as possible – but he absolutely despised seeing that annoying expression of pain on your face every time he had to look at it.

Hell, he didn’t even want to engage in sexual activities with you during that time, even though he had randomly picked up somewhere that it might help. Not that he wanted to help you, it was your problem and yours only, not his. “Stop looking at me with those eyes. It’s disgusting,” he remarked condescendingly as he got dressed for wherever he had to go. “When will you be back?” you croaked out but he totally ignored you.

“Women are so damn weak. It’s so fucking pathetic, I almost want to give you a hug,” Naoya gagged. He was about to leave the room but stopped in his tracks. Looking over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of your face that was contorted with pain. In long strides, he made it to one of the cabinets, fished out a tiny box and threw it on the bed. “Tsk, you better get well soon so you can serve me again, dumb bitch.”

Fushiguro Toji (soft)

Work hadn’t been treating him kindly: not yesterday, not today, not ever. Although he was highly capable and never failed to exceed himself, all Toji truly wanted to do was to go home. When he finally made it through the door, he called out, “Am home.” Usually, you would come running to greet him but when nothing but silence greeted him, his hand instantly moved to the cursed creature lingering on his shoulder. It was suspicious. Did enemies manage to find this hideout? Where were you? His hands started sweating.

Stealthily, he approached the kitchen. To his surprise, he saw your form in front of the counter, hunched over in pain. Dropping his offensive stance immediately, he quickly strode over to check on you. “Hey, what are you doing there?” he asked, hesitatingly putting a hand on your shoulder. You looked at him, grimacing with pain, “Oh, Toji. I didn’t realize you were home yet. Sorry, I’m not done cooking dinner yet, I just feel so nauseous, exhausted and my entire back  and shoulders hurt so much. It’s so sore.” “I see.” He nodded, understanding what was happening. Suddenly, he lifted you effortlessly. You squealed, “Toji!! What are you doing?!” “Taking care of you,” he promised. “But dinner!” “Don’t care.”

Making his way to the bedroom, Toji laid down with you on top of him. Something about his warmth already made you feel better but as his large palms rubbed your back in circular motions, you felt as if you were in heaven. Toji’s ministrations soothed the pain so well, you almost let out a moan. Now that the pain didn’t overshadow all the other symptoms anymore, the drowsiness took over. “Toji, ‘m tired,” you mumbled; eyelids fluttering already. “Then sleep. I’ll take care of dinner later,” he whispered. You only hummed in response, already far too gone. Slowly but surely, his steady heartbeat lulled you to sleep. “Sleep tight.”

Taglist: @megumifushi​ @gojos-mochi​ @assbuttbaek​ @bleueluna​ 

[sscarchiyo]

Masumi, Tsukuyomi, Mikado , Kyouya when they walk into u and ur having a convo with ur friends and they hear how down bad ur for them and how much ur a simp for them

(Not yet told u they have feelings for u and walking in hearing u and realized u having feelings for them)

hearing how down bad you are

paring(s): masumi, tsukuyomi, mikado & kyouya

contains: fem!reader, fluff

✉️ -  i don’t rlly like how this turned out😭hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated, have a good day <3

masumi

masumi never liked his apartment, shitty walls and shitty neighbors. yea he really got the worst of it. well that was until you came, the prettiest girl he’s ever seen. a nice one too, you’d always wave hello and give him a smile − even if he didn’t give one back. sooner or later he finds himself falling for you and nobody could blame him. masumi hadn’t been sleeping in his room, due to the thin walls, but the buildings heater wasn’t working and he wasn’t about to freeze to death. so he decides for the time being he’d sleep there again.

but before long he starts hearing a voice. assuming since he’s so tired he ignores it, until he hears the owner of that voice. it was you, you were talking to your cat. he knows because he’d seen you and ‘mochi’, as you call him, around a lot.

and from the other side of the wall, he can hear you ranting to your cat.

“that masumi would be a lot cuter if he smiled, don’t ya think mochi? actually he’d be a lot cuter holding my hand while taking you for walks” you giggle, unbeknownst to you that he could hear everything.

 it takes a lot for him not laugh out loud and no, not because he’s mocking you. it’s the fact you both like each other yet haven't made any moves. so before falling asleep, he starts thinking of nonchalant ways of asking you if he can join your daily mochi walks. who knows, maybe he’ll actually get to hold your hand if you let him. it’d be a dream come true for the both of you, but that's for tomorrow’s masumi to deal with.

tsukuyomi 

tsukuyomi loved nothing more than the weekends, it’s when he’d volunteer at a seniors home and show them magic tricks. there was no ulterior motive behind it, he just loved old people...and maybe the cute care taker he’d see from time to time. the past few days staff members had been catching colds, so they were understaffed. the seniors director called him to see if he’d be willing to come in and help, of course he’d say yes. spending time with seniors and you? what a way to kill two birds with one stone. 

he arrived a bit earlier and was walking the halls aimlessly, until he heard a bunch of talking. trying to find the source of those voices he finds himself standing in the doorway of the laundry room. it was you and a few old ladies, so engrossed in the conversation nobody noticed him.

“oh that tsukuyomi is perfect for you”

“yes, you’d make a great couple”

“beautiful children you’d have indeed”

most people in this situation would deny the claims, but not you − you were encouraging them. agreeing to every word, which meant you liked him too huh? well that makes his confession a lot easier now and it seems like the Gods were smiling down upon him today.

mikado

it was a meeting for the new ‘elites’ a chance to get to know one another, but it wasn’t mikado’s first time meeting you. actually the two of you were good friends, having trained at the same academy. mikado had always liked you back then, but never said anything − fearing you wouldn’t feel the same. yet every time he sees you, his feelings get stronger and he’s going crazy. so he makes the decision, he’ll tell you tonight. scanning the sea of faces he can’t find you, but he sees your friends so walks up to them, hoping they’d know where you are. that is, but stops when he hears them talking about you.

“yea she’s gonna be a little late. she has to pick the ‘best’ outfit she says”

“but she always looks amazing, why is today different?”

“don’t you know? mikado’s coming tonight, she wanted to look her best”

“of course she does, only lord knows how down bad she is for that man”

hold on, wait − you down bad?....for him? no way, surely they were joking. but the more he listens, the more stories he hears of just how ‘down bad’ you were. now mikado knows for sure you’ll expect his confession and with a stupid grin on his faces, he waits for your arrival.

kyouya

you’d only been in the medical unit for a short time, yet you flew to the position of doctor in a flash. you were in the combat unit when orianzaka met you, under masumi’s command, enticed by your personality you had him warped around your finger like a bow and you didn’t even know. unfortunately, because of sustaining an injury you were taken from combat and moved to medical − due to your blood technique. something with threads, strings and needles, he couldn’t remember, but within no time you were sewing people up back up before they knew it. he even found himself using less of his blood, thanks to you. while taking his break, kyouya spots a little girl he quickly recognizes. he healed her from a momo attack and she’s taken a liking to him. so he calls her over, seeing as she shouldn’t be out of her room.

upon seeing his face, the little girl launches herself into his arms. “mister mister, i’ve been looking for you all over, i have something to tell you” she beams, tugging on his hair.

“hm? what is it?”

“i think you and miss y/n should get married!”

and he swears he almost fainted with the girl still in his arms. gently placing her down, he chuckles, patting her head. “haha you think so? well im not sure she has feelings for me-

“no! she loves you a lot, tells me all the time. you can’t say no, miss y/n already promised me!” 

kyouya was speechless, did you really say all that? maybe the she was overexaggerating or maybe she wasn’t. even so, he still had to know. with the little girl in tow he ventures off to find you. afterall, you’ll hopefully be his future wife if he plays his cards right.

[angry-geese]

Nanami Kento x Reader

Warnings: sfw. pregnancy mention, death mention, minor injury mention. mild angst. jjk manga spoilers/shibuya arc spoilers

Summary: some pregnancy fluff with nanami

Word Count: 2.2k

jjk masterlist

Greys dot at his temples, and the sides of his beard. There's a permanent line between his eyebrows from scowling. Nanami always kept his face shaved in the past. Nowadays he hardly bothers shaving. You like it when he has a little bit of scruff, and he's often too tired to shave. His cheeks are far more gaunt. He lost a considerable amount of weight he never really gained back. You’ve been trying to get him to eat more. And it's working, but recovery isn't a short process. It was a long road that sometimes it feels like you take one step forward, only to take ten back.

He finds himself questioning if he'd rather wear a glass eye, or an eyepatch.

Nanami hardly sees the point in either. So the answer is neither. He rarely leaves his house, save for the rare times you drag him along to the grocery store, or down the street to the bakery. Even then, he wears his hat low on his head, keeping his eyes on the ground in a feeble attempt to make himself as small as possible.

Shibuya left scars on everyone who had the misfortune of being there, ones that never quite healed right. You were the same person; torn apart and put back together wrong. Age has not been kind to you, your wounds taking longer to heal, an ever-present ache in your bones. Past injuries have never quite healed, only laying dormant, waiting for the weather to sour so they can ache. He guesses he can consider himself lucky. He's alive. That's more than a lot of people can say.

But sometimes he thinks the real lucky ones were those who didn't survive.

Sometimes he thinks he's dead. In the twilight between sleep and his waking moments, he wonders if he actually made it. He wonders if he really survived, or if this is just some last ditch attempt by his brain to make sense of things.

He doesn't understand why you stay. He finds himself wondering why he bothers. Most days he doesn't see a point in continuing. But he doesn't want to leave you alone, reaching out to the empty space where he used to be.

For a long time he struggled to find purpose to all this. He wanted a reason, or at the very least answers. But he never would get them. It's unfair to say there’s an order to the universe. There's no reason why things happen the way they happen, they just do.

In the end he came to terms with it.

He remembers the glint in your eyes. A mischievous look- you were always trying to cause trouble. It's never really left. You were younger than him. Not by much. Two years. You were adamant he recommended you to become a grade one sorcerer. For months you pestered him, hounding him for that recommendation. As a Jujutsu High first-year, you looked up to him. When you got into trouble, you found yourself asking 'what would Nanami do?' And as time went on, you still did.

After months of pestering he eventually caved. You're nothing if not persistent. It was a little alarming at the time, and equally as irritating. But when you were finally a grade one sorcerer, he was there alongside you to celebrate.

At first glance, you two were far from compatible. The two of you couldn't be any more different. He was stoic and stern, and you were a known troublemaker. Your cursed technique worked well with his, and as a result, you went on many jobs together. As time went on you grew close.

And after years of working together, he finally realized he wanted more.

To everyone around you, your feelings were obvious. The two of you were hopeless. Between your stubbornness, and Nanami’s refusal to believe Gojo, neither of you wanted to be the first to confess. It was up to Gojo to help. Neither of you asked for his help, he took it upon himself. Little did he know, Nanami had a confession planned.

Nanami never got to have a proper confession. Gojo would spoil the surprise. Nanami was pissed, but your reaction was worth it. He doesn't think he’s ever seen you that happy.

Slowly things got better. Your more visible wounds healed and scarred. You went back to work. Nanami settled into domestic life better than he thought he would.

The transition wasn't the easiest. Settling down was far from an instantaneous change. He took on work around the house. For a short time you kept a ‘normal’ job. Even when you were younger, such work never suited you. Between the money you had saved up from your years as a sorcerer, and the money you got from odd jobs, you had enough to live comfortably. There was no need to work.

Slowly he started to look forward to getting up in the morning. Having a routine helped. It gave him a sense of normalcy.

He often finds himself unable to sleep. Nanami falls asleep late in the afternoon, and sleeps until either his phone, or a nightmare rouses him.

Today it's neither. He was a light sleeper before. Now even more-so. When he’s next to you, sleep comes to him easier. His arms find the swell of your belly, wrapping around it protectively. Your presence is a reminder that you’re still around, that you're not going anywhere. His shoulder aches. He finds sleep impossible. He’s too sore to move, but too sore to sleep. Even before everything, he found it easy to sleep on his couch, and hard to sleep in bed. You’d constantly pester him that sleeping on the couch wasn't good for his back. But that wouldn't stop you from staying there until you both inevitably fell asleep, and he carried you to bed.

It took you years to convince him to have one. He wanted to settle down and have children, but he couldn't be both a sorcerer and a parent. And neither could you. Shibuya only set things back. The world had to heal first. Things had to get better. The two of you had to heal before others could rely on you.

You weren't actively trying, but if it happened, it happened.

You've long since fallen asleep in the crook of his neck. He hardly left bed all day. Things were getting bad again. Sometimes months would go by where it seemed things were improving, only for them to take a nosedive. He’s still getting better, but recovery isn't a linear process. You didn't have anywhere to go that day, so you stayed right by his side. You took it upon yourself to make him feel better. Or at least bother him until he got out of bed. Much of your morning was spent watching movies on your phone, and stealing blankets from each other.

Retirement was nice. Granted, you retired rather young, but if the rest of your life was spent with him, you’d be content. He’s still the same man you fell in love with all those years ago. Aside from the occasional, safe-ish odd job, you were done with sorcery. Those days were past you.

He’s grown tired of staying still. Sometimes moving helps the aches. He never was the earliest riser before, but now he can hardly stay in bed past seven. Everything hurts. No matter when he goes to sleep, he’s usually up by 7:30, and you can count on him making coffee in the kitchen.

It's hardly past nine. The sun has completely set over the horizon. Stiffness has set into his limbs. He takes great care to not disturb your sleeping form, tucking the blankets back around you.

You nuzzle into the warm spot where he once was, a frown burned into your face. You never liked sleeping without him. Nightmares struck you frequently. Often you'd wake up from a dead sleep in a panic, calling out for him, convinced that this was some sick dream and he died years ago. He’d often wake up to you clinging to his arm, face buried in his shirt.

But he was always there.

You find it easier to fall asleep when it's light out. You don't like falling asleep in the dark. He makes sure to keep a light on in the hall. The power bill you could care less about. Nightmares came to you in the dark. Your logic is that, if there's no dark, you won't have them. To some extent it works.

It's a bit late for dinner, but he finds himself in the kitchen anyway. He wants udon, but the shop you normally go to would be closed at this hour. Their mushroom udon is the best. He’ll try to recreate it.

He sets some water on to boil, along with some frozen gyoza to thaw that you always insist on going to this one specific market in Tokyo for. Chicken and leek, with lots of ginger. Your favorite. You go through so much of the stuff that you have to get it in bulk, and freeze the extras. He thinks you’ll want tea too, so he sets the kettle on to boil.

He doesn't hear you walk in. Between the clanking of pots, and the whistling of the kettle, your soft footsteps go unheard. Nanami’s hearing was never quite the same. But he senses eyes on his back, and turns.

“I didn't mean to wake you, love.” He says.

“You didn't. I was having a hard time staying asleep anyway,” you say, “what’re you making?”

“Mushroom udon and gyoza,” he says, “it’s gonna be kind of a late dinner, but I thought it sounded good.”

“Smells good,” you say.

One of his hands finds your much smaller ones. Your fingers lace with his. His hands are warm, and calloused from years of using his weapon.

“Remind me to get more tea when I head into town tomorrow,” you say, “oh- and rice too. We were getting low the last time I checked. Do you want to go too?”

He nods. He makes a silent note to add those, along with laundry soap to the shopping list.

Before, he hated going into town. Strangers poked and prodded, and asked about his scars. It's gotten better as time goes on. If cravings struck you in the middle of the night, he would be up and ready to bring you something. Craving the mochi only sold by a specific shop in Tokyo? It doesn't matter if he had to take the train all the way to the city, he’d do it. Your arms wrap around his waist from behind. He’s a bit too tall for you to rest your head on his shoulder from behind. You have to stand on the tips of your toes to press a kiss to his cheek. He smells faintly of laundry soap, and shampoo. His stubble brushes against your lips. You always liked when he grew it out.

He pulls you so you stand in front of him, your back against his chest. His hands find the swell of your belly, wrapping around you protectively. Nanami plants a kiss on the top of your head. It's one of the few moments you feel truly normal. You’re no longer sorcerers, but a couple sharing a romantic moment, one building a life together.

He’s hardly allowed any distance between you two. Nanami acts like you’re made out of glass. He’s almost afraid to touch you. God forbid you try to lift something too heavy, or help out with the housework. He’s on you in an instant, trying to get you to rest. He’s a bit overbearing when it comes to things that aren't good for the baby. No alcohol, no caffeine, no overexerting yourself. You didn't miss alcohol all that much, but you really miss coffee. At times his presence can be suffocating. He means well, even if it gets on your nerves.

When the noodles are done, he gathers two bowls- part of a set given to you as a wedding gift. You only brought them out to use when your parents would visit. Much of the time they spent gathering dust. You always talked about using them more, but never got the opportunity to. He figures now is as good a time as ever. You set the table, setting out a few candles. He’d break out a bottle of sake if you could drink, but you just settle for tea.

"Retirement looks good on you," you say.

“It looks good on you too,” he says.

Conversation carries on while you eat. The topic falls onto mundane things that make his heart flutter only when you talk about them. You make plans to go shopping in the morning. You need groceries, and there’s a new shop opening up in town that you want to check out. When you’re done eating, you help him clean up. You clear the table while he gets the dishes.

He’s finally found his place. Not in jujutsu or human society. Not among sorcerers or regular people. His place is beside you.

And each day, he finds himself falling more hopelessly in love.

[folkloreguk]

Moving Antics (M)

A/N: This was requested a while ago and I hope you will enjoy it! I always welcome feedback of any kind! Have a good day x

genre: smut, optional bias (m) x reader (f), oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, overstimulation (a tiny bit), dom!bias, very lowkey roleplaying??, reader wears a maid outfit (not in a degrading way)

words: ~ 5.4 k

tag list: @mochi-ficz (let me know if you wanna be tagged when I post new fics!)

People had told you over and over. Moving is a stressful, exhausting process. It would take a while for you to settle in. Until everything had found its perfect place, weeks could pass. At least that’s what everybody said. What they all failed to understand, though, was that being in love could make the most tiring experience fun. Was it stressful? Sometimes. Exhausting? Why don’t you ask yourself that, when you fell into bed like a walking corpse at night? But all it took was a glimpse at your boyfriend as he carried inside the box that said ‘anniversary gifts’ and it was all worth it. You were confident in one thing at least. In the settling in department you were both ranking foremost.

You had lived in the apartment for only a week, and you couldn’t have been more all-over-each-other. Somehow there seemed to be an unspoken challenge you had both taken on. Maybe you two could set a record for most surfaces in a flat someone could have sex on. Or perhaps you should have started marking the rooms and spaces you hadn’t been able to add to your list yet. There wouldn’t have been many left. At the moment, there was only one downside to being so head-over-heels in love. A lot of the boxes in the apartment had been left unattended, as if you only waited long enough, the things would start flying out of the cartons and miraculously sort themselves out while you could stay there, in bed with your lover between your legs.

But this wasn’t Hogwarts and you weren’t some magician. And so one rainy Saturday noon you decided it would be thatday. The day you finally put away all the things that were still in the boxes. Not that the day had been successful so far. It was 12 pm and you were in bed. The shower was running in the bathroom next door, and you wondered how you would convince your boyfriend and yourself that getting things done would be a worthwhile pastime. Telling yourself you would come up with a tactic with your eyes closed, you tricked yourself into daydreaming for a little while longer, cuddled in the blankets that still smelled like him.

When you heard footsteps approach, your mind snapped back to reality. He strut through the door like a nude model, searching for some clothes to wear. His smirk when he saw you eye him was prominent and made your stomach flip. It took every last will of yours to not ask him to come back into bed with you, forget all your earlier plans and live like you were the last people on earth.

“Do you want breakfast?” he asked, finishing his outfit by pulling a shirt over his head. “I’ll make you some.”

You hummed, starry-eyed at his perfection. “Thank you,” you said. Quickly, he kissed your forehead and then walked off, presumably in the direction of the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, at the kitchen table, you finally brought up your wonderful idea.

“I think we really should unpack some more stuff today,” you said, “Don’t you think?”

“You’re right,” he said, “We’ve really been procrastinating.”

“You can say that again,” you laughed.

“Although I wouldn’t describe our scientific research of the last few days as completely pointless.”

“Our what?” you asked. You were getting up to put away the plates of your late breakfast.

“Us testing which room of the house is the most fun to have sex in,” he stated, matter of fact. “I vote for the bathroom.”

“You just love the mirrors,” you grinned, and he mirrored it.

“I do,” he said. His arms snuck around your waist from behind. “Almost as much as I love you.”

“I love you too, babe,” you said, “You know, there’s one room we haven’t tried yet.”

“The office,” he said. You turned your head and you kissed him deeply. In agreement you hummed, your arms wrapping around him. He pulled you closer, hands ghosting over the back of your thighs and up to your hips. You felt like jumping onto the counter and having him there, again, just like you had done it two days ago. But then you remembered you had other projects for the day. If you gave in to him now, you’d end up back in bed for the rest of the day, probably. Guilt was already setting in at the mere thought.

“Wait,” you pulled away and said, “We have things to get done.”

His nod was dilatory but then he seemed to recall his own determination from around two minutes ago. You wished you could have motivated him otherwise, but you were already struggling to spur on yourself to be productive. Then, you suddenly remembered something. Your eyes must have widened in surprise because he furrowed his brows at you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Stay here,” you announced, “I’ll make sure we get through with this today.”

And you were off to your bedroom. You pulled the box out from the far back of your closet. Memories flashed your mind, of when you and your boyfriend had been watching a show together. One of the characters had been wearing a provocative maid outfit, and you still thought about the way he had grinned at it, or how he had said he found it cute, which you believed translated to sexy, but he had been a little shy back then.

Long story short you bought one. And what better occasion to put it to use than now? You went all out, stockings and heels as well as your attempt at fixing your hair quickly, which you knew didn’t really matter, since you would want it out of the way if you were really going to be emptying boxes. You strut down the hall, catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The black and white costume just about covered your ass, and on your chest was a cutout in the shape of a cat’s head. The ruffles of the material bounced as you walked, excited to see your boyfriend’s reaction.

“Close your eyes!” you shouted. “No cheating!”

“I never cheat,” he said. You rolled your eyes, remembering his video game antics from the past.

“Before you say anything…this is supposed to be a motivation for us to empty the boxes. If we do that, we can have our reward,” you said.

“What reward?” he asked, eyes still shut.

“Open your eyes and you’ll know,” you said. Oh, how dearly you whished you could have captured his face on camera.

“Babe…,” he said. Then his mouth just stayed agape, as he ogled at you shamelessly. Just because he could. Because he was just thatlucky to have you.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“Yes. Of course I do,” he said. His tone was emotionless because he was way too busy sorting out his own thoughts in his head. “But do you really think this is a good idea? How am I supposed to focus on anything but you?”

“We’ll figure it out,” you said. “Don’t you want to feel accomplished at the end of it all? If we don’t start working now, we’ll just end up feeling guilty. Again. Come on, let’s do this.”

“Alright,” he said. “Let me have one kiss.”

You laughed and granted him that one wish. His lips lingered on yours for a while. You knew he didn’t want to pull away. Neither did you. But at last, he had enough control to remove himself from you. It was the office that still needed the most work to be done. Cardboard boxes were piled on top of each other, labelled with some sort of theme or room of belonging on the outside. When you looked his way, he was only eyeing your legs. But then you grabbed the closest box to you and handed it to your boyfriend, and he snapped out of his trance.

Believe it or not, there were up- and downsides to the maid costume in this situation. The pros included feeling unnecessarily sexy whilst doing an unbelievably humane task, not getting too warm since you were already wearing little clothing and having your boyfriend virtually drooling over your appearance. The downsides were mostly reduced to one word: heels. Climbing a ladder and balancing three boxes on top of each other in your arms was an arduous task to begin with. Now add the possibility of twisting your ankle on the top step of a ladder and crashing to the floor, probably breaking your back or worse. You really couldn’t endanger the prospect of the fun you were planning on having later by taking that risk.

That’s why you chose to abandon the heels somewhere on the floor about half an hour into the process. And you came to the conclusion that finally getting over and done with what you had been procrastinating for the last week wasn’t all that bad. You were a whirlwind, running from room to room to make sure everything had its place. At some point he had turned some music on, and it was making everything even better. After all this time, you finally had your own place to decorate however you desired. As you admired how nicely things were coming together, you hummed to yourself quietly.

You weren’t sure whether he was having as much fun as you were. Especially not when you walked past him in the doorframe, carrying four pillows. Your ass – maybe not all that accidentally – brushed against his front as you entered the room. Innocence and feigned ignorance were on your face but you noticed exactly the way his eyes dwelled on you for a little longer until he got back to work.

But everything you could do he could do just as well. Fifteen minutes later, you were occupied with stacking books onto a shelf. Wanting them to stand in a very specific order turned out to be more time-consuming than you had anticipated. You heard his steps behind you, assuming he was going to walk past you. Suddenly his lips brushed against your exposed neck.

“Remember this song?” he asked. You hadn’t been focused on the music for a while now, but of course you remembered. “Remember when I fucked you to the beat of this? Because I do.”

“Babe,” you said. There was a little part in your brain that had the glorious idea of him having you right there, against the bookshelf. You wouldn’t even need to remove your clothes. With him, it took nothing but a few magic words and you felt like giving him all of you. No. It’s not time for that yet. Your rationality vanquished that little avid thought and pushed it away, back into your unconscious where it had come from. It wasn’t gone yet, only not so urgent anymore.

“You’re right,” he said. “We’ll save that for later. Just wanted to remind you of how much of a good time we can have.”

You only shook your head and grinned as he walked off, pretending to be blissfully unbothered. What goes around, comes around, after all. And you deserved that for pushing up against him earlier. It took a minute and you got back to sorting your book titles. Time passed surprisingly fast when you were being productive. Box after box emptied itself, almost as if your wish for magic powers had become reality. But it was just two people, who were so excited about their reward that they forgot to even take a proper break in between the chaos. And soon you were down to the last cardboard box. It was full of decorations you didn’t need for the current season.

Just a few more climbs up and down the ladder to the very top of the closet and you were done. He stood next to the ladder, handing you the things so you didn’t have to go all the way down each time.

“Last one,” he said, giving you a box with holiday lights. Successfully, you placed it in its new spot. When you finally made eye contact with him, he was already staring at you like you were the only thing in the room worth looking at. To be fair, from where he stood, there wasn’t much left up to his imagination. With your stockings on display, his eyes could probably go all the way up to your garter belt.

“Is this angle too revealing?” you asked.

“Absolutely,” he said, making you laugh. Smirking, he took your hand as you stepped off the ladder. You stumbled into his body as you grinned at each other. You both had the same thing on your mind, without a doubt. It was like a little inside joke you had made up just now, making you flirt through looks and small touches. His hand rubbed the small of your back as he bent to your ear.

“My pretty maid, haven’t you worked enough for the day?” he asked. “All that teasing you did today must have been soexhausting.”

You nodded overly seriously, as if riling up your horny boyfriend was physically tiring work. “I hope I did a good job. Did I?”

“No one else could have done it better,” he said. “Now let me treat you, baby.”

You hummed with your mouth already too close to his to say anything. Then your lips finally crashed onto his. It was a little ridiculous how much you missed his touch after only hours of being without it. People had told you you’d get tired of being with each other all the time. But it had been years and you still wished you could have cuffed his wrist to yours because you loved him just that much.

Your tongues fought playfully as you pushed him against the closet front. Small noises came from both of your mouths, quietly agreeing that this was what you had been waiting for – more or less patiently. Your hands became busy with the buttons of his flannel. When you came across his bare skin underneath instead of a shirt, you smiled into the kiss. Every layer less to remove meant you were one step closer to what you wanted.

“We’ve never done it in here,” you muttered against his hungry lips. “That table looks nice, doesn’t it?”

He grinned. Your hands had already messed up his hair, but nothing came close to his dark eyes in moments like these. His look never failed to make your heart skip a beat while you wondered how you had ended up with the most handsome guy in the world.

“Will you think of us, if you ever sit there and work in the future?” he asked, leading you over to the office table. He dropped his flannel on the ground on the way.

“I always think about us,” you said. “But you can make sure this one stays especially prominent in my memory.”

“There’s nothing I’d rather do,” he said, and kissed you again. Your ass was backed against the edge of the table and one of his legs pushed between your thighs. It made you whimper quietly in anticipation. He touched the little part on your thighs that was bare, playing with your garters. With your eyes closed, his tongue on yours and his hands being so close but so far from where you needed him, your head spun with dizziness. He was like a drug, like alcohol dripping straight from his lips and the more you kissed him, the less control you had over yourself. His attention gave you loose lips and the impulse to be risky, all whilst feeling so high up in the clouds you weren’t sure you’d ever find your way back down. You hissed when he pressed his fingers against your underwear.

“You’ll keep the dress on,” he said. “Will you?”

“Of course,” you obliged. “If that’s what you want.”

“Good girl,” he said, and he pulled aside your panties to slide his finger over the slickness that had formed between your thighs. As if on command, your hips moved closer to his hand as you whimpered at the too gentle friction. All afternoon you had been thinking of his hands on you. When you had watched him peel away the tape from the boxes, when he was taking your hand to help you down from the ladder and when he had run his fingers through his hair absentmindedly – all you could think about was how much you wanted those hands to grab your hips and for him to have his way with you.

“Take these off,” he ordered. His stern but gentle voice turned your insides into mush. It made you behave almost like a robot, no ifs ands or buts. When you usually liked to tease him, you knew not to test your limits when he spoke in this tone. Your underwear dropped to the floor and you kicked it a few meters away. Again, his hands ghosted under your dress and found your center. You felt like your knees would buckle from the way he rubbed small circles on your clit. Moaning quietly, you wrapped your arms around his neck for support, leaning your forehead against his chest for a moment. You let out small huffs and whimpers against his skin and nuzzled especially close to him when he touched that one special spot for a few seconds.

“Look at me.” He watched intently as your eyelids fluttered like your eyes were going to roll to the back of your head. You tried your best.

“Put your hands on the table by your sides,” he said. You hummed in disapproval but didn’t dare say so. After all, he could have also told you to put them on your back. And holding on to a wooden edge was still better than not holding on to anything, when you felt like a child standing on its feet for the first time. When he hooked his free hand under your thigh, lifting up your leg a little, your grip on the table tightened. You swore under your breath when he plunged two of his fingers into you. He curled them, pushing hard against your sweet spot and you curled your back in response.

All day you had gone without any sort of attention, when your head had been so full of things you knew you could do with him. The most release you had gotten – which was basically no release at all – was from pushing your legs together tightly when the dirty thoughts had become too much for your brain to handle. You knew it was your own fault for setting yourself up with this challenge. But now with your chest heaving and your head feeling like a tsunami of emotions was raging inside of it, you didn’t regret it as much as you thought you would two hours ago. Maybe you should play this waiting game more often, instead of jumping onto each other any chance you got.

“You look so hot like this,” he said. At the sound of his voice your eyes opened. Those eyes. While they usually held loyalty and playfulness, they now only spoke of authority. He used his thumb to rub your clit whilst his fingers were still inside of you, making you feel like floating. You were his favorite sight, by far. Above all times he watched you, from waking up in the morning to falling asleep in his arms at night, right now was the most mesmerizing. Your parted lips were the entrance to heaven and the glow in your teary, desperate eyes was putting the evening sun to shame.

“I’m so close,” you moaned. Your chest was alternating between short puffs and not breathing at all. Maybe your brain was too focused on the bliss you were chasing to care about breathing for now. You couldn’t blame yourself.

“Don’t make a mess, baby,” he said.

“No, I won’t,” you said. “Can I touch you when I come, please?”

You gave him your most entreating eyes, knowing that even though he liked telling you what to do in the bedroom, not even the strictest boyfriend was immune to your puppy eyes. You suspected that if he had declined, you might have held on to him anyways. Too overpowering was the clamor inside your head that was telling you to be close to him.

“Only when you’re coming,” he said. “Not a second earlier.”

You nodded obediently as your eyes shut again. Good thing you were mere moments away from just that. His fingers moved quickly, now that he knew how close you were to your high. It robbed your breath all at once. And it did the job, after a short while. You whined and arched your back, your hands flinging around his shoulders. Your little noises came out muffled against his skin as you closed your legs around his hand. He barely moved his fingers anymore, but kept the pressure on your most sensitive spots, making sure you could relish in every last second of your orgasm. Only after a while your grip on him loosened, and you realized how your nails had been digging into his skin.

“Sorry,” you said, rubbing over the moon-shaped marks on his shoulder. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, baby,” he said. When he removed his hand, you shuddered one last time, but missed his touch already. His magic was always working on you. Even when he had just made you come, the mere sight of the bulge in his pants, ready to spring free, made you want to pull him right into your body again.

“You came so fast today,” he said. Softly, he kissed you, but you noticed the hint of hunger that he must had been feeling as you were coming down from your high.

“That’s what you do to me,” you admitted. “Do you think you’re the only one who felt tortured all day long? It was driving me crazy, too.”

“You seemed to have a lot of fun, messing with my head,” he said, smirking.

“You’ll find that it was worth it, after this,” you said. He raised his eyebrows in question. You were already stepping forward, dropping to your knees in front of him. Like a child on Christmas morning, his eyes lit up at the sight of you.

“Aren’t you the prettiest maid?” he asked, the question obviously rhetorical. To him, you were the prettiest person in the whole universe. You tugged on his pants and pulled them down, along with his underwear. Your mouth watered at the sight of his member, hard and red from all the waiting he’d had to endure. The way he looked at you from above made you feel small, but he stroked your hair out of your face gently and you knew this was exactly where you wanted to be right now, and any other day.

“Hands behind your back,” he said. You smiled and did as he said, holding your right wrist with your left hand on your back. He caught on to your reaction right away.

“You don’t even mind, right?” he said. You were already sitting straight, mouth open, your tongue protruding slightly. “You like it when I make it more difficult for you, don’t you?”

You only nodded and hummed a small yes, then he placed the tip of his dick on your tongue. At first, you only closed your mouth around it, not taking more of him. Your tongue licked over the swollen tip almost shyly. He groaned as he watched you test the waters. After all, he was the one who could control what you did to him. For now, however, he seemed to leave you your freedom to do what you felt like. You pressed your tongue flat against the underside of his cock, licking over the tip ever so slowly. Then, you sunk your mouth further onto his length, taking as much as you could. It was so quiet you only noticed his uneven breathing as he eyed you from above.

“Shit, you’re so good for me,” he said. “Now stop with the teasing, will you? You know what happens if you don’t.”

You knew exactly. And so you shifted from your slow movements to quicker ones. You made sure to keep your tongue on him, especially when you moved your head away, swirling it around the tip now and then. His moans were music to your ears and only motivated you further. You had always loved his voice, when you sang to the song on the car radio or hummed his latest favorite song under the shower. But nothing compared to the way his voice sounded when you sucked him off. He seemed to be the most unrestrained then, not caring who heard him because he was way to obsessed with you sitting by his feet. The way he looked at you then made your stomach turn in pleasure. He didn’t even need to say anything or touch you. His overseeing eyes alone made you want him more than anything else.

His fingers in your hair curled, pushing your head further down on him. You focused on not gagging, your eyes closing. Tears brimmed behind your eyelids, but you were determined not to let them fall. Instead, you opened your lips a little wider and stuck your tongue out to make it easier for him to use your mouth however he desired.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, sighing in relief. You were awaiting treatment a lot rougher than the one he gave you, though. He thrusted into your mouth rather slowly, giving you enough of a break to remember to breathe. When you looked up at him with your sweetest eyes possible, his expression was a mix of strain and pleasure. You suspected he was trying not to overdo it just yet.

“Baby…can I fuck you or is that too much for you?” he asked. You perked up at his request. When you started humming around his length, he pulled away to let you speak.

“Please,” you said. “Fuck me. On the table.”

“Alright, my baby’s making the rules now, is she?” he said. “Come here.”

“I thought that’s where you wanted me to remember you, wasn’t it?” you asked, getting up.

“You’re right,” he said. You sat down on the edge of the office table with your legs parted for him to stand between them. Just once he kissed you. You wanted him to hurry, so you linked your heels behind his back, pulling him closer.

“Take me like a good girl.” He ran his cock over your slick folds, and he groaned when he felt your warmth on him. In response you nodded willingly, unable to wait a second more for him. Luckily, he didn’t plan on dragging out the anticipation any longer. With ease he slid into you, finding a familiar rhythm right away. As if you hadn’t just come ten minutes ago, you whimpered pathetically at the satisfaction. You leaned your weight onto your hands behind you, watching his cock enter you over and over. There was no limit to how many times you could have him inside of you. Every time it felt the same. Like he was completing you, all whilst simultaneously ruining you. His thrusts were sharp and as you raised your legs and changed the angle slightly, your eyes rolled back for a moment.

“Harder,” you asked, even though you were already overwhelmed.

“You want more?” he asked. You hummed a yes and nodded quickly. His grip on your waist tightened as he pulled you closer to the edge of the table. He didn’t disappoint. He never did. Swiftly, he pushed your legs further open and pounded into you, making your body shake every time his hips slapped against yours. It drove you borderline mad. A part of your brain urged you to praise him, to let him know what he was doing to you. But then, those unspoken words between you were inconsequential. You didn’t need to tell him how good he was. He could read it in every part of your body. He saw it in the arch of your back, in your curled toes and in your lip that was captured between your teeth. He heard it in the way you moaned and said his name like he was your savior.

Plus, you would tell him all about it afterward. But that wasn’t what your mind was focused on momentarily. It was the way he hit your sweet spot every time and you could barely breathe normally amidst your whimpers. You hadn’t even introduced yourself to all your neighbors yet, but they most certainly had taken notice of your arrival in the new apartment.

“Can you use your hands for me?” he asked. “Show me touching yourself, baby.”

His words and the look of dominance in his eyes was all it took, and without second thought your hands went to your center. You sucked in a breath at the added pleasure. It was almost too much at first, but then you let it all in. Like a wave was crashing over you, your eyes closed, and you hummed from the intensity.

“That’s it. Make yourself come again,” he said. “You can do it again.”

“Yes,” you said, almost breathed with the weakest voice. Your body had other things to focus on at that moment, letting your vocal chords do whatever they felt like. You clenched your walls around him and the knot in your stomach tightened with every little circle you drew on your clit. His usually tender eyes were everything but that as he watched you revel in the pleasure.

“So fucking hot,” he groaned. You tried hard to uphold eye-contact through fluttering eyelids and furrowed brows. “Good girl, keep going. Tell me when you’re coming.”

You hummed a yes as one of his hands cupped the side of your neck, the other remaining on your hips so he could push your body against his own with every thrust. After all this time of being with him you knew what it meant when his moans became higher pitched and he seemed to not realize his mean grip on your skin – not that you minded. You loved seeing the marks he left on you, especially when you had nowhere to be the next days. It always made him hungry, when he saw the dark spots on your skin, like a fading memory of what you had done.

A curse fell from his perfect lips and his thrusts turned sloppy as he came inside of you. His face, all twisted in bliss and from exhaustion, was all you needed.

“Stay inside of me. Just for a little while, please,” you plead, fingers on your clit rubbing at the quickest speed you could muster. “I’ll come if you stay.”

“I’m right here,” he said, slowing his actions until he was just filling you up, but now moving anymore. “It’s okay. Come for me.”

Just having him there, stretching out your walls and making you feel so close to him was all you really needed. And his words of affirmation sent you over the edge in no time. It was a toe-curling, mind-bending surge that overcame you at your release. Stars danced delightfully behind your closed eyelids while you tried to process all of it. He gripped your hand that was touching your clit and pressed it down, urging you to go on for a little while longer. You whined in sensitivity, feeling like your legs would give in, even though you were already sitting down. For just another while, he dragged out your orgasm as you struggled to control your overwhelmed senses. He distracted you by bending forward and letting his lips graze yours.

“You did so good,” he said. “My pretty maid.”

You whimpered and then sighed when he finally lifted your hand away from between your legs. Only then you could scrape together some words.

“We both did good today,” you grinned. “And I mean not only the last half hour.”

“Agreed,” he said. “Tomorrow we could tackle those last boxes in the kitchen. What do you think?”

“Can the maid outfit make another appearance?” you asked.

“I was hoping it might,” he said, kissing you softly. Your tired limbs and mind welcomed his gentleness as your hands went to his hair. You could already guess how the next day would go, then. But truth be told, you didn’t mind it one bit.