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satorudoll · 9 months

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Gojo saying he hates taking care of brats and then becoming the best dad ever 🤫

💌! anon, you have NO IDEA what that panel of jjk going around was doing to me. Toru literally my cutest hubby ^^

You still remember meeting the grumpy and dork of a seventeen year old manchild when you entered the Jujutsu high's hallways for the very first time.

Your most core memories of him being the ones where he used to accompany you to your part time jobs, to babysit little kids.

While the three year old would be building blocks on the ground in front of you both, Satoru thinking of himself as the sly one would try scooting closer to your side on the couch. Softly grazing your hand and closing his one over it as he'd lean in to whisper something along the lines of,

"Baby, I think this is an amazing time to makeout before this utter nuisance turns his head arou—"

His words being cut off short with the ripping cries of the three year old who'd start to kick his feet and throw all his blocks around in pure anger.

Satoru would heave the loudest sigh,

"Baby please I just need a quick peck plea–"

But you would immediately stand up in panic and lift the child up in your arms, completely falling deaf to your touch deprived boyfriend.

"Satoru I think the baby pooped! " You exclaimed, turning the little boy left and right in the air.

"ew— EW! " Your boyfriend's second signal of disgust getting louder at what you did next, as quick as Satoru was to scrunch his face in disgust, you too were as fast to shove the three year old sobbing boy in your boyfriend's face. Forcing him to hold the baby.

"Hold him tight! I'll be right back with some new nappies and wipes! "

You stormed off, not caring about the way your boyfriend was screaming in pure horror along with the sobbing baby.

"Stop—" He tried to push the baby as far away from his nose as possible, "Stop! I'll actually die if your nasty stuff gets a anywhere on my skin! " He is yelling in pure fear, as if the kid was understanding whatever he was saying.

"Oh my holy lord, Y/n, please get here fast. I don't think I have too much time left! " He is crying out for you as the baby's face gets redder, cheeks puffier and his tiny legs kicking madly in the air the longer he stares at the snowy haired guy's disgusted face. Satoru was shriveling in pure terror by every passing second.

As soon as you enter the room with all the necessary materials Satoru dramatically gasped in relief, as if he just saw Jesus himself walk in to save him from his death.

He watches you and the baby from the couch with his big blue eyes stretched wide in disgust as you are in the process of cleaning the little one up.

"They better pay you a good chunk for that" He continues to comment while continuing to curl himself up in a ball .

You roll your eyes and turn to face Satoru who looked like he was in a Lion's den.

"Why don't to try putting his diaper on? " You ask, holding up the new pair of diaper.

"No! What if that demon has some poop left sticking around his butt! "

You sigh loud, "Toru, I cleaned him well. He is fine."

"But–" He stops, seeing the way your eyes were literally judging him at this point,

"Ugh– fine! But don't cry for me when I get his poop on my hand and die on spot! "

He walks towards you both, stomping and looking all moody and pouty in annoyance. Slumping down and snatching the new diaper from your hand while mumbling a "only coz I love you too much" while still looking annoyed as hell, but you couldn't help the small smile that slips on your face while looking at how he acts no different than the three year old right in front of you.

As the baby stares at Satoru's pouty and moody face who was wondering which side of the diaper was supposed to be in the front, the little boy lets out a hearty giggle.

That catches Satoru's attention.

Satoru raises a brow,

"Oh, So you wanna get along now? " The grown seventeen year old questions, making the baby coo and kick his feet.

Satoru's pout slowly lifts into a smile at that.

"Well, You don't seem like that bad of a guy yourself. Maybe we can get along after all." He shrugs with a smirk.

"watch me babe, I just know well enough how to make these little poopers laugh." He says in confidence and you fold your arms, watching them with a raised brow and big smile.

"Here comes superhero Gojo to save the nakey baby's day! " He lets out, in the most childish playful tone, something you were yet to experience from a 'tough guy' like him up until now.

The baby bursts out in laughter, Your smile turning into a huge grin at the sight

"Superhero Gojo?? Say that again, lemme record it! " You laugh out loud, getting up immediately to look for your cellphone

"Hello? Don't try making fun of me, I'm getting into the charac— "

Oh, the baby loves interrupting the seventeen year old boy's moments for sure.

But this one seemed like straight up hate crime to Satoru,

The baby shoots his pee right at his face.

Your jaw drops down and your eyes go wide in literal shock at the sudden occurrence and you completely freeze on your steps.

As for Satoru,

Boy, he was way too deeply traumatized to move himself right away, Eyes squeezed shut tight he felt like his soul leave his body as all his limbs suddenly became stiff and completely paralyzed.

"Oh my– Satoru— " You were trying so hard not to give up everything and burst in a fit of laughter at the entire scene that unfolded right in front of your eyes.

The baby, however, seemed to be having the best time of his life, giving out the most hearty belly laughter as he finished his work on your boyfriend's face.

"Y/n— i think— I think I'm gonna lose my six eyes— I can't open my eyes—" His hands trying to reach out for you

"Satoru! You are not even trying to open them- let's wash your face!" You immediately put the diaper on the baby yourself before grabbing your boyfriend's hand and guiding his soulless body to the nearest washroom.

As you were saying goodbye to the little boy who was in his mother's arms, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring at Satoru in disgust with his nose scrunched.

You turn to take a glance at Satoru who was holding a tight lipped smile at the boy while waving goodbye. Trying to hard to not humble the baby in front of his mom.

The walk back home that day was quite, none of you really spoke. Satoru looked like he wanted to go back to his room and dive his face straight into the blankets.

You shouldn't be surprised, None of the kids you took care of really got along with Satoru. Most either ended up pulling locks of his hair or throwing their toys at his face. You don't even know why he was still so up about accompanying you every weekend.

You both pause as you finally reach the gates of Jujutsu high,

The awkward silence starting to make you feel bad for what he had to keep going through.

"Did you see how that little clown was looking at me? After I let him pee on my precious face, that too ?!" He finally bursts in utter shock.

"Satoru, I'm sorry.." you sigh, but as much as you felt sad for him you pursed your lips, concealing a laugh.

"You know — My mom always taught me when I was a kid to never befriend your enemies, Look what happened! You just can never be good to anyone these days! This is how people end up walking all over you!" He continued to rant,

as much as you were thinking he wasn't being serious, your boyfriend's tightly knit brows and fuming face told you otherwise.

"Ugh.." He grunts in annoyance before shoving his hands in his pant pockets, looking down, kicking one of the small pebbles on the ground

"This was my last straw.. I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat ever again" He mumbles in pure annoyance.

It's been ten years since,

the image of the childish dramatic teen still so fresh in your memories, the guy who would always mumble an 'oh god, lets run' or 'another one of satan's poop' whenever you both would be out together and spot kids running in the streets.

A soft smile spreading across your lips as you pull the duvets down at the sudden burst of memories, slowly peeling your eyes open, vision trying to adjust to the big white and beige decorated bedroom.

You get up on your feet when you hear the noise of utensils clanking coming from the kitchen.

Taking small, lazy strides you walk towards the kitchen in your white oversized shirt and fuzzy woolen brown socks.

Rubbing your eyes as you pause on your steps and stare at the scene in front of you at the kitchen.

"Does my Kana like it??" You watch the snowy haired male softly question the two year old who was sat on the marble counter.

The little baby girl nods her chubby face and suddenly clasps both sides of the spoon in her tiny palms, trying to pull back the spoon that Satoru was holding, closer to her mouth, the little baby spoon seemingly containing some yogurt.

Satoru was sitting down the floor on his knees in front of the counter where your little baby was placed, The grown man was in just a pair of his checkered red sweatpants, without even a shirt on in the cold freezing temperature. All his previous scars scattered around his bare skin that ran all the way up to his face still visible well enough, One that you and your baby girl used to cry over when they were in healing process, but grew to love so much now. As you stand there and stare at them your memories took you back again to show the contrast between the once boyish dorky seventeen year old who had now grown up into the man right in front of you.

Satoru was too focused on the little girl to notice your presence, his big blue eyes staring up at the two year old who was swinging her small feet and staring back at her dad with big doe eyes.

"wait– let papa tie up kana's hair or it'll get in your mouth, baby" he smiles, giving her messy white hair that matches his, a gentle stroke. As soon as Satoru stands up, the tiny girl forwards both her hands and starts making grabby hands at the huge man.

"pa– pa! " She coos trying to reach out to him.

"c'mere my little softie" He chuckles, quickly lifting her off the counter and letting her chin fall slump on his bare shoulders, her big glowing eyes finally falls on you while she is sucking onto her thumb messily and almost drooling all over her dad's bare shoulder, Satoru who was busy looking for her little barbie hair tie couldn't seem to care at the moment.

"pa! ma– ! ma wakey !" she immediately points at you in surprise, causing your husband to immediately turn around to face you.

Your lips melt into the softest smile at your little girl's baby voice.

"morning to the best girl " you giggle, walking up to them and landing a big smooch on her forehead.

"morning honey" Your husband throws a wide lazy grin at you, his snowy white hair still tousled and messy, eyes still looking a bit puffy, signaling he too woke up not long ago.

"morning Toru bear " you smile,

he immediately leans in to try kissing you.

You try scooting away,

"Ugh, I haven't brushed yet—" you groan, trying to block his face,

"Neither have I," he shrugs with a boyish grin before stepping forward with your little girl still in his arms, proceeding to snatch a quick peck, which just slowly turns into a little kiss session.

Kana's eyes widen at the scene, and she lifts her small hand up in the air. "me– kana too! ma pa kana too! "

It makes you and Satoru pull away from each other and giggle, You both start smooching the little baby's face together who starts scrunching her nose in response.

"ma pa stink! " she immediately voices making you laugh,

"oh? no more kisses for Kana" Satoru raises a brow, starring at kana dead serious.

That makes the little girls eyes widen and bottom lips quiver before her big eyes start getting glossy.

Satoru's eyes widens at that.

"Papa was just joking! Papa will never stop giving kana big big kissies! " He tries to rock her as she continues staring at him with big sad eyes.

"ok– let's go play, let mommy wash her face! " he is about to walk away when you stop him by his arm.

"I'll take care of her, you should first go wash up" You suggest, but he shakes his head.

"I'll miss her all day once I leave for work let me spend some time" he pouts, You sigh and give a nod at that.

You watch them walk away,

standing for a bit longer at the same spot to watch your husband put the little girl who was in her cherry printed bodysuit and frilly white socks down the ground.

"it's snowingg ! " Her dad sits down the fluffy beige carpet and exclaims, pointing at the view in the window, making her looking at him with big smile,

"snoing! " she repeats after him and also pointing at the tall windows that displayed the snow covered garden with her tiny finger, before proceeding to waddle towards Satoru and climbing up on his lap to sit down on it, while still continuing to stare out at the window and swinging her little feet out of habit as Satoru starts carefully pulling back the locks of her hair, trying to tie it into mini space buns.

Your little girl suddenly looks back at her dad while practically sucking on her entire tiny fisted hand as Satoru is still doing her hairstyle.

"papa lov uh!" She innocently exclaims, throwing her tiny hands in the air, looking at him with her big round eyes, waiting for an I love you back.

Satoru's lips pull up into a big heartfelt grin.

"love you lot lot more softie" He whispers playfully making her scrunch her nose and giggle, before turning back to look outside the windows.

"papa luv kana" your baby girl continues to sing to herself while getting her hair done by her dad,

"my cutest little fairy " he mumbles to himself while continuing to do her hair.

Your heart felt so full, You got to be in heaven right now. You enjoyed every little moment they shared, hearing kana's voice in middle of the night entering your room to tap Satoru awake every time she felt scared in her room, how you will then find them both in the morning, asleep on the couch with her sprawled on his chest and drooling over it while he had his buff arms wrapped around the tiny baby but still managing to sleep soundly with her, the way you had to rip Satoru back and tell him to go get ready for work instead of cleaning Kana's snot and drool up constantly. Having to calm down Kana who would start crying bloody murder when Satoru finally gets dressed for work and stands near the doorway, waving you both a goodbye. Satoru having to always bargain with her by leaving a bunch of endless kisses all over her chubby cheeks and forehead, and also promising to watch Disney movies with her in the upcoming weekends if she stops crying when he leaves.

Oh she was definitely a daddy's girl. One that Satoru would never get tired of no matter how much of a brat she'd become. You have to hold back a laugh every time you think about how the Satoru you knew from ten years ago would react if he would have known about this information.

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temptacioun · 5 months

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yandere ! fushiguro toji

requested by anon

prompts: “i know it hurts, baby. but that’s what happens if you don’t do as i say.” “you’re so cute when you’re struggling.”

toji fucking loved this.

loved watching your brows cinch together tightly, grasping the bedsheets underneath you tightly while he watches you from his position between your thighs. you sure are a tiny thing, even more so underneath his massive build and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t hot to see you struggling to take his cock.

he’s barely in halfway and you’re already crying for a break. “i— i’m sorry, toji, please—” with hiccups on your lips and gasping for air, wriggling your hips in his grasp. it’s almost grotesque how much stronger he is than you, how easily his big hands fit around your waist ; you can’t even see past his broad shoulders when you stare up at him. “you’re so cute when you’re struggling.”

toji was a big man, it was no wonder you felt like he was splitting you in half, could feel him poking at your stomach and he wasn’t even close to done with you. “please stop— it hurts!” god, your voice sounded so sweet when laced with pain and terror. he leans down with a grin, cupping your face in his big palm and patting your cheek with fake sympathy.

“i know it hurts, baby. but that’s what happens if you don’t do as i say.” you should’ve known by now, but whenever toji gets that special glint in his eyes you can’t help but flee. but you never get far ; his arms easily wrap around your waist and haul you over his shoulder with a slap to your rear.

that had been maybe two hours ago, and you were still crying for him to stop. he should’ve bought that ball gag when he saw it at the store the other day, but then again, he did love hearing you cry for him. “c’mon love, it’s not the first time. quit being such a spoilsport.” he murmurs, leaning back slightly and his fingers dig into the fat of your thighs and hook your legs over his shoulders with ease — manhandling you into a pretty little mating press underneath him and he sinks right into your tight wet heat with a guttural groan.

“fuck— see? you were made for me, little one. made for my cock.” you wish you weren’t.

#yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere fushiguro toji #yandere toji #yandere toji x reader #yandere x reader #prompt request #request

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tarjapearce · 9 months

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Lips anon! My heart is gushing from the flash fic and the fluff fic 🥺

Soooooo tasty! 😋

Imagine Gabi and her Mama having their own girl's day out. It's been a while since they got to spoil themselves together because of the wife's pregnancy and taking care of Benji. Gabi can't help but ask if she was difficult when she was a baby. The wife laughs and tells her all about her tiny terror days. How flustered Miguel got as a new dad. Her early soccer spark. How demanding she was with cuddles.

Gabi gets embarrassed and tells her to stop, and the wife laughs and is like, "Don't get mad at me, you asked!"

♥️✨Girls Day ✨ ♥️

Your heart had broken once when Gabi confessed why she was bummed out.

We don't do stuff like we used to, Mama

Of course you had a mini-crisis in front of Miguel, by saying you were the worst mom and the like, but before you could keep berating yourself with unkind words, he offered a solution.

"Go on a girls date with her and have fun."

You had mopped in his chest and hugged him tightly while saying you'd be lost without him. But in reality, he was right.

Ever since Benjamin's pregnancy and birth, and taking care of him it had been a long long time since you bonded with Gabi, she was growing up fast. And sometimes you'd catch her staring at your nail polish and vanity things. You knew she loved sports, but there was little times where she'd just stare at you with piqued interest as you applied makeup whenever you had a date with Miguel.

So you organized a day entirely to you both. The first stop was a pedicure and manicure. She'd giggle as the woman in charge scrubbed her feet. She had chosen a clear nail polish on her feet, so did you but with a French finish on them.

"Are you having fun, mi amor?"

She nodded with a beam as she gasped upon the acrylist bringing in a nail polish box full of colors.

"Pick one."

"Where are we going later?"

"What do you wanna do?"

"Can we go to get some ice cream?"

"Of course, Solecito" She had picked a baby blue nail polish, just as her soccer team uniform.

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You walked side to side, admiring the different shops in the mall, and finally reached the Ice cream parlor.

She asked for a Vainilla topped with caramel and nuts, you went for a frozen yogurt.

"Mama?"

"Hm?" You wiped her chin off a stain of caramel.

"Is Benjamin difficult to handle?"

"Oh? At first he is because you have to keep an eye on him most of the time, keep him clean and such."

"Was I a difficult baby?" You giggled and looked at her.

"Ay princesa. You nearly got your father green hairs." She giggled and looked at you.

"Really?"

"Oh yes. You were a tiny little gremlin that loved to bite Papa's fingers. He was always soo nervous when it came to handle you. He was all careful. A gentle giant." Gabi's eyes lighted as she tried to imagine her dear Papa trying to do all the things you did with Benjamin.

"He was so happy when we went to the doctor and he told us that you were a girl. He didn't sleep that day thinking in ways to call you."

"He named me after Uncle Gabriel didn't he?"

"Correct, yes." You nodded with a smile, "And when you were born? Good lord. Your dad was Mr. Worrywart." Gabi laughed softly as he ate her ice cream.

"He has always loved you. And made sure to have a lot of pictures of you."

"Is that why we have a bunch of photos of me all blurry and weird?"

You tittered and nodded.

"Yes, those are precious to him. I remember when you would just cling to his leg and demand him to cuddle you."

"No way!"

"Oh yes, you can ask him if you want. You've always been a Papa's girl."

"Don't get jealous, please?" She'd grab your manicured hand and smiled, you just giggled.

"What else can you remember?"

"Well, I remember you almost falling down the stairs cause you were fast" Gabi covered her mouth in embarrassment, "I also remember you getting your first ball. You were so fusy after watching a soccer game with your dad."

She scrunched her nose in disbelief and laughed

"Dad was the one that actually introduced you to soccer. The more you grew, the more you loved it. You'd always watch his favorite games with him and play afterwards."

"You love Papa?"

"Oh yes. You have no idea."

"I think I do, I mean. You're always watching him all... lovey dovey. He's a bit more secretive about it, but he loves you."

"I know, mi amor. You, Benji and him are the best things that have happened to me."

"Even though sometimes Papa is a bit cooler than you?" She looked nervous on her words but you just cupped her cheeks and squeezed her softly.

"Oh no. no. Don't worry, I know he is. Though, sometimes I do wonder if I am a good mom to you?"

She blinked and stared at you curiously.

"Who said you weren't?"

Tears welled up in your eyes slowly, but you just hugged her tightly instead.

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, sure sometimes you get mad and are kinda scary when scolding Papa, but you always try your best, and I appreciate that."

"Who taught you that word?" You'd ask in between little sobs.

"Our teacher. She taught us to express our appre... appreciation to others."

You now wanted to hug that woman.

"She taught you well. And It means alot for you to say that. Really." You kissed her forehead.

"You know I love you, right?"

You nodded as she cupped your cheek and giggled.

"Of course I do, mi amor. C'mon. I have a surprise for you."

At the end, it wouldn't be a Girl's Day without shopping. You'd get her a new set of crayons, some art kit and of course a little toy makeup set.

She'd show Miguel her nails and the stuffs you'd get her. She ran to her room to try her things, as you stayed with Miguel.

"Thank you." You kissed him, "She's so wonderful. Even though she thinks you're cooler than I." He chuckled and pulled you closer.

"Had fun?" He'd hug your waist.

"Best day ever."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #💋 anon #miguel o'hara x you #atsv miguel #asks and replies #t writes✨#gabi o'hara #soccer family ⚽🕷️

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whalesforhands · 2 months

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kaizen daycare! 5

previous masterlist next

“Does everybody have a copy?”

“Yes, (name)-sensei!” A chorus of cute voices answer your call. Loud chattering and shiny eyes all whilst excited stamping of little, socked feet upon the padded floors as they point at the colourful paper.

“I’m gonna ask Nanamin to let me wear my tiger trunks! Gao!” His tiny arms are stretched into the air, fingers splayed out into claws as he roars in attempts to terrorize his blank-faced friend, his blue eyes too mesmerized by the swimming brochure you had handed out to him with a pat to his head and a cooing of his name.

(“I hope you’ll come with your sisters, Megumi-kun. Tsumiki-chan is welcome to join, too!”)

PERMISSION SLIP

Kaizen Daycare will be hosting a swimming class this weekend! Located at the Mei Mei Swimming Centre, we will be teaching essent—

And Megumi decides that he really, really wants to go.

“Noba-chan! We should bring our pool floaties! Then we can play in the water together!”

“I’ll ask my Granny to pack extra strawberries!”

“Nana and I will ask Papa for extra snacks too…!”

(“Senseeiiiiii!” Yuuji clings onto your leg as his hands grip onto your apron. “Can I bring Choso too?!”

“Yuuji-kun, please have your permission slip signed first…!”)

And that’s how you ended up here, squatting down and helping Nobara fix her hair under her swim cap by the side of the children’s pool with her accompanying, feeble grandmother comfortably settled nearby on one of the benches, sipping on a complimentary bottle of tea provided for accompanying parents and simply enjoying the atmosphere of the swimming complex.

(They were the first to arrive.)

“Eh? So (name)-sensei has friends other than Shoko-sensei?” The curious tilt of her head, an innocent finger on her lip as she looks up at you, heart-shaped goggles pulled up to her forehead to reveal just as innocent, questioning brown.

And you feel something in you crack.

You swear you can quite literally feel your spirit leave you, swirling out of your mouth as your eyes blank out, hands frozen midair and the urge to fall onto your knees to lament about your lack of socialization with more people your age on the tip of your tongue as you let her words sink in.

You have friends! Plenty! There’s Shoko, there’s Utahime… Does Yaga count? He might be a touch too old, but you’re on friendly relations with your boss! Even though… You barely see him since he’s taking care of the older kids on another floor. And you have plenty of them online in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Yes, you assure yourself. Your eyes squeezing shut and your biting your lip in nervous contemplation. You have friends, you aren’t alone, you aren’t a NEET, and you’re only slightly addicted to video games! Slightly!

Though, that doesn’t discount the fact that your children already think you’re some sort of lonely shut-in…!

“(name)-sensei has a lot of friends, Nobara-chan!” Your hands clap together as you stand up, slowly leading her away from the edge of the pool as you gently place your palms onto her shoulders. “Am I not friends with your grandmother?”

“Mmm…” She crosses her arms, albeit with a little bit of struggle due to the pink arm-floaties. Her eyes closed as you fix a stray strand of hair on her forehead. Yep, you’ve convinced her. This is definitely enough to—

“Nope!” She pops the ‘p’ at the end.

“Granny says she sees you as her daugt-her!” Her hands are on her hips staring at you as she smiles, patting your arm with an excited hand. “So can you teach me to swimmy now? I wanna get ahead of Yuuji!”

Your eyes swirl with panic, totally defeated as you want to slump onto the ground and curl into a ball and cry. You don’t even notice the way Nobara was hugging against your torso, her face against the swimming cover-up as she wraps her tiny arms around you, your hand instinctively going around her and patting her head as you keep wallowing in your sadness.

“(name)-seennnnnseeiiiii! Nobara wants to swim!”

“Nanamin! Over’ ere!” Loud clattering of sandals against tiled floors, and a jump of a tiny, soft presence into your arms as an excitable, cub-like boy makes himself known, your arm opening and catching the canon-balling child just in time before he hurts himself.

“Let’s swimmmmmm!” He squirms in your hold as your mind still floats away at the thought of being an adult whose children think of you as lonely and incapable of having other adult friends…

“Yuuji.” Calm and authoritative baritone meet your ears. “What did I say about running?”

“Boo… That I shouldn’t do it in areas outside the track field…” You can practically feel his pout as he hides his face inside your coverup with Nobara.

“And what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Yuuji’s sworry…” His apology is muffled into your clothing as you just continue to pat both of their heads, their mumbled conversation with each other not quite floating to your ears. “So can Nobara and I go play by the sprinkly toys? Pleaseee?”

“Yea, yea! Pleaseee? We’ll be back when everyone comes!”

Your eyes snap back to reality by pure professionalism as you glance at the nearby sprinkler play area and a thought flurries back to the awaiting parents behind you.

“You can, but only if you ask your parents, okay?”

And the duo are quick to crawl out of your coverup, eyes pointedly staring up at Yuuji’s guardian first due to his proximity.

Sparkly eyes meet tired, passive almond.

“…yes, you can. But be back when your teacher calls for you.”

“Yay! Now let’s go ask y’er granny! And we won’t run!” And so, they power walked as fast as toddler feet could carry them.

It’s silent, only momentarily when you’re both left alone. Calls of the duo asking for permission from Kugisaki’s grandmother a distance away.

“Nanami-san, you’re really good at handling him.” And you mean it. He was an exemplary caretaker, respectable, responsible and trusted you with his child wholeheartedly. A really nice man.

“It’s no issue at all. I’m just glad he likes you so much.” A shift of his cheekbones, a soft, growing smile on his face with tender eyes. He doesn’t even hesitate to settle down next to you, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable on the ground.

“It’s more of a pleasure to see him be so happy with you.”

Two gazes stare on as you giggle and continue to chat with the taller man, your conversation getting lost on toddler ears as they let themselves get pelted by light showers of water droplets, the plastic, leaf-like gardens of the area providing adequate fun for them.

And the fact that your smiling face was more entertaining for they to watch.

“Wah… (name)-sensei and your daddy look like pretty friends!”

“Mhm! Sensei and Nanamin are super supppeerrr close!” He’s haughty, proud even, as his hands go onto his little hips, face slightly red from accidentally rubberbanding the goggles onto his nose.

“I bet (name)-sensei likes my Nanamin the most!”

“No way! Sensei definitely likes my grand—!”

“Is that so?” A glowering aura of darkness starts to encapsulate behind him, the sheer weight his tone carried capable of making any normal person freeze in place from sheer fear.

Yet, it’s totally ineffective on cute kids.

(“Ah! It’s Sa-chan!” The glowing boy’s face grows even brighter, arms thrusted up to start waving at him.

“Ohhh! The big man that you say teaches you martial arts, right? Cool!”)

“That’s right! And Sa-chan wants to know, Yuuji-kun~ Why don’t cha tell me allllll about how close Nanamin is to the cute sensei?” His tone was not growing with more bite, more venom in them. “I wanna know every little bit, down to the very last— Ow!”

“Stop harassing children, you menace.” A grab, a decisive pull; and Sa-chan’s ear had been captured by a tall, black-haired man’s fingers, the skin growing red under his touch, one arm preoccupied with carrying two children as two more head pop up from behind him.

“Owoww owww! Sugurrruuuu, you’re so mean!”

(“Ah! Gumi, Nanako and Mimiko! Finally, let’s play together!”)

——

[whisper] you: satouuu. (; ; ）

[whisper] satouuu: yeaaaaa?

Your fingers hesitate in their typing, coming to an abrupt stop as they twitch just as you’re about to hit send. Shoko would laugh at you if you ever told her… So your only online friend is the closest, and safest bet, right?

[whisper] you: what do you think about me?

Specifically, you just want to see how you’re perceived. You act about the same offline and online anyway, right? You’re just… A little more forward on the net.

(Surely, you’re likable, right? You’re not that hopeless. At least… You don’t think so.)

You wait in anticipation, cold sweat starting to form on your hands as they clam up, a nervous rumbling of your character-themed cup as you try to down your nerves with another chug of chocolate milk.

This is making you far too nervous for what it actually is.

[whisper] satouuu: hoho? what’s this all of a sudden? (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

Now you wish you could retract every word you ever thought about sharing with this—

[whisper] satouuu: i’ll answer u if u pick up! ✌︎('ω')

(Incoming invite from User satouuu to join a voice-chat room!)

Ahhh…! Sly bastard! It’s too late to back out now, isn’t it? Maybe, just maybe… Some part of you has been anticipating something like this happening.

And so you accept.

Your throat feels dry, feels uneasy and uncertain. Yet, it leaves you before you can even comprehend. Was it nerves that pushed you to do this? A culmination of some odd, built up responsibility? Maybe you just weren’t made for this, maybe you should just quit this game and find a different one to get addicted to—

“…hello…?”

And you’re met with silence.

It makes you uneasy, makes the acid in your stomach feel like it was bubbling up and threatening to vomit out every last bit of your convenience store dinner as you nervously await.

(Do you sound bad or something…?)

“You sound cuter than I thought.” Followed up by a mock sigh of disappointment. “Not a nekama, huh? Pfft, borrrrinnnnggg!” He stops to let out a laugh, a smacking of his tabletop heard as you hear a clink of glass.

And you feel your heart palpitate just that little bit more.

“I’m sorry for being so boring then, you mean jerk.” You’re retorting back, a dumb smile unknowingly making its way onto your cheeks as you begin to… Talk. No longer needing to have the delays of typing in between the both of you.

It feels freeing, feels like a heavy weight has been lifted, feels… Right.

“And you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“Aww~, you’re just as impatient even on voice chat rooms too!” You hear him hum, a quiet drumming of his fingers against his desk.

“But if you sound like this,” He begins, a breath being drawn in. “Then you have nothing to worry about. It’s cute.”

“If you’re gonna joke around—“

“I’m being serious, honey! It really is cute!”

It makes your face burn in absolute shame, as much as you would hate to admit it. Just hearing someone with such an attractive voice has you wanting to choke back a sputter and break into your nervous rambling. It’s been bothering you ever since you heard him, how similar his voice was to a certain neighbour you had, yet how dissimilar it was at the same time.

(There’s no way. Coincidences like that only ever happened in fiction.)

Yet, you can’t help but imagine it all the same. Gojo Satoru calling you cute, his hand on your head or a tap of your nose with his finger as he teases you for being so shy. Or even Geto Suguru smoking next to you, gently grabbing your chin and sharing the smoke of his cigarette with you in the form of a��!

“Hey,” His voice takes a serious tone, drawling out his words in a smooth resonance that sends a shiver down your spine. “Say yes for me.”

(Oh… You would do anything for that voice—! No!)

Your eyebrows furrow only slightly, eyes snapping out of your daydream and eyes concentarted on the way his profile picture lit up when he spoke to notice the little pop-up at the corner of your screen.

“Yes…?”

[Voice activation confirmed.]

A shock of bursting, twirling pink hearts and flurry white laces that intertwine alongside snow white roses overtake your screen as your mouth hangs open in shock.

[Congratulations on your engagement! We wish you happiness with your partner!

Minimum damage will now increase by 20% when forming a party as a couple—]

“What?! You nearly choke on your spit, fingers hurrying to your keyboard to start spamming the backspace key, and every other letter in attempt to— “Cancel! Cancel—!”

[Request denied. Engagement is valid for 30 days, please try to work out your issues together.

Fun Fact: Only 48% of players who become couples choose to stay in their relationships after the valid period.]

“What?!”

“Ehehe.”

previous masterlist next

Notes:

NEET — Not in Education, Employment or Training

nekama — usually a grown man who roleplays with a super sexy/cute female character online.

for EN: Ieiri Shoko’s username is ‘shosei’, literally short for ‘Shoko-sensei’ because she registered the account at work. (For you.)

for JP: Originally meant to be written 所生 (しよせい)- birth place/creation/child

shosei character profile username: shosei level: 79 class: sorcerer notes: looks almost like a carbon copy of the shoko ieiri you know in real life. full courtesy of you, who designed it with her when you begged to play together. she paid actual money to buy you a player-designed accessory once. you never want to have it out of your inventory.

Fact: True love is never easy! Engagement rings are one of the hardest items to obtain in game. Prove that your love can best even the most treacherous bosses on Floor 520, or simply purchase one from the player Market!

(Customization of rings are allowed! Personalise and make your love a unique existence!)

nvy’s aftertalk:

haha nvy ur so funny shosei which means birth place because she’s a doctor who works in a daycare haha funny

#kdc au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #satosugu x reader

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imtheasssniffer · 4 months

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It’s safe to say that life had gotten really complicated for you. After you mysteriously shrunk down to less than three inches, you were forced to leave college for safety reasons, and live back at home with your parents. Not knowing what to do with you, and afraid that she might lose you your mom put you in the laundry machine. It kept you safe from getting crushed or lost, and allowed you to have the privacy you wanted. This meant though, that she wasn’t able to do laundry while you lived in there. You were minding your business watching a movie on your giant phone, cause it was all you could really do, when you saw a shadow loom outside the machine, you knew your mom wasn’t home, and were surprised to see your dad, because he never came into the laundry room. You paused the movie, and watched as he angrily paced in front of the machine angrily throwing around the piles of dirty clothes outside of the machine. Finally he acknowledged you, glaring through the glass at your tiny body. He opened the door, and without a word filled the opening with his ass. You were so stunned you couldn’t say anything. You just watched in horror, as a massive fart echoed into the cylindrical space. The sound bouncing off of the metal walls. The smell began to descend on you, and you coughed choking on the rancid scent. You then watched in horror as your father slammed the door, locking you in a stinky gassy prison. There was nothing to absorb the smell except for you. You banged on the walls and he laughed.

“How does it feel,” he teased poking at the glass.

“Your mother hasn’t been able to wash clothes in forever. I’m tired of it.” You continued to choke on the rancid stink he left behind.

“Now you have to live with the stink you created.” He smiled an evil smile, and chuckled a little getting a sick sense of joy from your suffering. He turned around, and picked up some clothes from the ground. He opened the door, and you inhaled, relieved to get fresh air, and then a heavy black cloth landed on top of you. Smelling of intense musk and ball funk. You came out from underneath to watch in horror as your father began to throw every pair of dirty underwear into the machine. By the end of it nearly twenty pairs of underwear lined the bottom of the metal container. You started to beg, but he just roughly threw a pair at you. You couldn’t escape. You both knew that. The drop was too far for you to land safely, so you just had to endure the stench that was quickly starting fill the space. You knew now, way too intimately what your dads dick smelled like, and the stench made you sick. Just as you thought it was over you again watched in terror as he began to act more mad than before. Now taking off his pants, and stripping down to boxer briefs. They were nasty. There were apparent stains all around the pouch. He grabbed his crotch and shook it angrily, saying,

“You see this mess, I haven’t changed my underwear in over a week and a half! Because of you!” He then began to shimmy out of them. You watched as his saggy balls shook as he hopped out of his briefs. His uncut dick swinging just above you. Allowing you to see the back of his underwear which was worse than the front, a long brown streak stained the crack of his underwear. He threw the nasty pair in the machine. The stained, wet pouch landing on your body. You picked it off of you. Gagging at the rancid and strong stench of piss and balls. He slammed the machine and left. Leaving you to bask in the filthy aroma of all his dirty underwear. You wanted to cry. The stink was so intense you got a migraine, and for once the space felt claustrophobic. A few minutes passed by of what felt like hell. The underwear that flooded the machine not only radiated a stink but a heat, and it felt like you were in an inferno. You began to sweat, adding your own musk into the mix, although it was minuscule compared to the overwhelming scent of your fathers undergarments.

Suddenly he returned, still wearing no pants. His dick flopping around with each step. He abruptly opened the door, and hope filled your body, you ran up to the entrance expecting him to let you out, but you were swiftly disappointed, as his ass entered the machine again, only this time, completely nude, and significantly closer to you.

BBbRrRrAaSSSPpTtT

Another huge 5 second fart rang out. This one sputtering and wet. The smell was toxic, and made you feel sick. You dry heaved as he slammed the door. You beat on the glass hopelessly. Again suffocating in your father’s malicious gas. He laughed at your weak attempt and placed his ass against the glass door. Spreading his cheeks, so you could see his hole as it sputtered another fart. Echoing across the glass. He laughed. Clearly enjoying teasing and torturing you. You fell down, defeated. He had successfully broken you. And just when you thought he was done. The door opened again. This time he grabbed his rancid, ripe, fresh pair of underwear and put them back on. You thought this meant the end of his torture, until he picked you up. He lifted you up to his face and smiled,

“I can’t tell if I want your face in my shit, or if you want your face in my hole so I can spray you with shit.” You got the chills. Pure terror and disgust filled your body, and you began to panic flailing in his fingers. “I guess we’ll see how lucky I get,” he said bringing you around to his ass, and dropping you in the back of his underwear, you screamed terrified of what awaited below. You fell facing his ass. Feeling his hair tickle your face, and the crust of his skid mark behind you. He adjust his underwear until you were face to face with his hole. Aligned perfectly with the puckering ring of muscle. It almost engulfed your face as he flexed it, squeezing and releasing his hole, so it rubbed all over you. You felt him grab and readjust his crotch, as he played with his hole, and then he started walking. Each step you were strewn about his hole. Getting dragged along the surface of his ring, left, right, left right. The stink was sinking into your skin, and as if it couldn’t get worse you felt his hole loosen, and heard as gas made it’s way from deep within him to your face. You gagged as a silent hissing fart burned your nostrils. Smelling like burned rubber, meat and general ass the smell was overwhelming. Your eyes began to water, and you thrashed feeling violent from the intense aroma that was produced. You heard your dad chuckle above, and then a loud, yet quick toot shot out. You could tell he forced it out too, by how hard he clenched. Pretty soon he wasn’t forcing them out, as his hole loosened. He joked about having to take a shit, and after spending the rest of the night in his underwear you realized how he got such bad skid marks.

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ladybirdswritings · 4 months

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Bound - Miguel O’Hara x Reader

Summary: The crimson phantom steals you to keep for himself… dark!miguel x reader fic. very steamy as always <3

TW: mentions of kidnapping, abuse, and other dark subjects.

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The scream, it was an awful and otherworldly sound. A thing meant to only exist in the skin glistening terrors that greet you at nightfall. Yet you were very much awake.

Mother…

Your flame dances by the wind of your hasty departure, it had been serving you well as a gold star lighting the ridiculous letter from lord Wickham of Newbury, a town away. You’d met him once, and a handsome thing he was, undeniably. Yet he was also most successfully a bore. A great one at that.

Perhaps you’re just picky with your men. His sapphire eyes and blonde locks tied back by onyx colored ribbons just weren’t enough to catch your steady eye— much to mama’s dismay. He was far from a poor man, quite the opposite. Yet you swore this to yourself, you wouldn’t marry for anything other than true love. The purest, truest love and adoration like that of storybooks. Like that of Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy or Mr. Rochester and Jane Eyre.

So you wouldn’t marry at all, you’d decided. For that kind of longing was far too grand for this simple world with its simple people. This you knew well.

The ink stained paper was waxed and perfected. No stroke faltered or bled from its place. An invite to a ball, as if you had anything other than wool tresses and scratchy cloth to don. You’d prepared to have a laughing fit in your tiny cot at the thought of it all, of a man’s stupidity and their clueless nature but— the scream.

You took the steps two at a time, ignoring their complaints by noisy creaks. Shadows of your siblings circling mama in panic greeted you round the corner. All but the moon and her stars lit the wooden home— besides a single wick candle that dripped on to mama’s wrinkled palm.

She’s a mess of sobs and panic when you reach her, immediately snatching the candle from her palm and placing it in its rightful russet holder. You turn your eyes to your sister, nearly the eldest had you not beat her by a month.

“What’s happened?”

The poor thing, her eyes are wide as the moon herself. Perfect, round circles they are— adorned with cyan and onyx to craft the most delightful gaze. Men throw themselves at her, and for good reason.

“S-she claims to have seen a phantom…”

“I did see a phantom you foolish girl! Right there in the window, clear as morning hour. Can’t you see how my nerves have betrayed me you rodents!? I am being truthful!” She sobs again, face scrunched up into an unpleasant expression.

You swallow, knowing full well what this means. Your eyes shift to little Thomas, adorned in a frayed night shirt and a flimsy cap. His bright blue eyes are worrisome, looking upon you for aid. He’s only six.

You place a cool hand upon his reddened cheek before ordering your sister to help him find slumber in his cot.

You know familiarly what this is and how insignificant it is for him to see it. For you’ve dealt with it in all your time here and it has done nothing more than cause you worry and heartache.

Your palms halt themselves, then find courage in the moment to cautiously rest upon the shoulders of a madwoman.

“Mama, have you taken your medication this evening?” It’s a weak, gentle whisper.

First, you believe yourself to be in the clear. She snaps her head up in panic, and the itch of realization that bites at her gaze relaxes your shoulders for a quick moment; but then, she squints. Before you can straighten your back or step apart from her, she slams her hand hard against your flushed cheek— turning it the color of the mysterious bloom you’d seen in the bend.

Your siblings gasp, falling quiet. Particularly your brother is dismayed, for he averts his eyes and clenches an angry fist. You stumble backward, fingertips grazing the heat of the slap with a certain shakiness. It is your nerves that have fallen sickly now.

It is far from the first time, and it most certainly won’t be the last. You breathe out your frustrations and pain through petal-pink lips— allowing the night itself to have them. Reminding yourself that she is unwell in mindful matters.

She is overtaken with sobs again, murmurs of the phantom and a disappearing flower being planted throughout her words. You swipe away at the warm water rolling singular down your cheek before straightening your back and snatching at the candlestick. You’ll remain strong as the eldest should for your siblings, and for your mother.

“I’ll go search for the phantom, mama. You may watch me from the window if you’d like.”

Worry embroiders itself in her wrinkles, and she reaches a weak hand out for you. You ignore it before making your way past your siblings and out into the icy night.

The creak of the window follows not long after, and your candlestick flame dances wildly with the wind, as though they are in a quarrel. As though they are cross.

You squint, midnight surrounding you. Blackness, nothingness.

Yet even so, you make a show of searching the grassy plain for this phantom she speaks of. You don’t seem to find him.

“Oh sweet girl, have you found the creature yet!?”

Your mother cries. You ignore it, inhaling a shaky breath as the wind lashes its anger upon your skin. The grass is dampened and soft, you’ll have to find new socks for they are browned now by dirt.

A bite of breeze steals the flame from you, and your siblings gasp as your glowing features are taken by the night.

“Be calm! It is just the wind! It is creating faces in midnight, mama. That is all!”

A softer sob now, one of realization and perhaps shame. It renders you content, you can rest now. For the hunger of her paranoia and fantasies are fulfilled.

“Follow the sound of my voice!” Your youngest sister Charlotte calls. It is a faint thing beyond the wind. A faint call.

It is as if onyx curtains have been veiled around your eyes. You search the night for a glisten of light and yet there is none.

Your sister calls again, and you stumble over a vine as you walk further toward her humming.

Your eyes shift to the earth’s core to find that odd blossom from earlier on. A strong color of red and blue— and it seems as though it has the power to shine brightly even at the devil’s hour.

You gape at it, grazing your fingertips cautiously against the petals. You must pluck it and use it to lead your way. Yet soon as your touch greets it, it disappears into darkness— into the night.

You gasp, falling onto your bum at its little trick.

It is you know that has fallen ill with ailments of the mind, it seems. The thought frightens you, enough so that the darkness seems to create more faces now. Enough so that you feel far from alone in the dead of nightfall.

Panic constricts you.

“Call for me again, Charlotte!”

A soft hum, but it sounds so far away now. You take a steeling breath and focus, taking only a selfish moment to hesitate before chasing after the sound. Closer and closer, your arched feet press against soft soil as you near the moonlit window.

Your brother holds a match flame so to find you, and you breathe in relief once you near it. Your nightgown is now stained with mud and the earth, you’ll have to sew another one.

The greeting of panicked eyes settle to relief once you near the window— and yet it is not so far after that they widen to saucers again. Another scream from your mother, then from small Charlotte with glossy eyes.

You gasp, turning against the hold of the night to find two crimson orbs staring right through you.

The phantom.

You know those orbs well.

The mysterious townsman who snatched you from immediate death.

Your body finds itself still, but your mind cannot be. It overtakes you, stumbling you backward till your eldest sister’s palm grazes the muddied gown you wear through the window. Reaching for you through the cries.

She cannot snatch you so soon- for the phantom beats her to it.

The sky itself cracks open in a flash of all the colors your mind can create, and a shadowed creature you’re confined to by the night itself snatches you by waist into the painful sight. It is far too bright for gentle eyes.

The sounds of fading screams and panic pools at the bottom of your pounding chest as you’re rushed through a space only meant to make your head ache. You’re certain you’re stuck in a terror now; but your mind is far too weak to bare it. So? You faint.

In the arms of mother’s phantom and his crimson gaze…

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lostmyremembrall · 7 months

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love the way you write the prompts <3 may i request prompt 18 ??

📖𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐭

𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟, 𝐹𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓, 𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝐵𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝐺𝑟𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑦 𝐴𝑠𝑠 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝐽𝑜𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 1𝐾 𝐸𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑡! Now closed

A/N: Oh my god. I am SO sorry it took this long to get to yours. Please forgive me, and I hope you'll still enjoy this.

You surprise Tom with a cat

Tom’s eyes widened at the sight that awaited him. Four tiny paws. A ball of brown fur. Large two ears. The tiny creature stared up at him, and bared its teeth as it meowed. Tom couldn’t help but jerk his head backwards

“There he is!”

The enthusiastic voice of Abraxas greeted him when the resident Dark Lord peeked his head in through the doors of the Room of Requirement. His cautious eyes flickered around the room, reminiscent of an uneasy salamander that dared to poke its head out from underneath a rock to survey his surroundings.

“Let’s get this over with,” Tom sighed as he walked towards them, completely ignoring the birthday decorations that you, Abraxas, and Canopus had spent hours putting up.

“Of course. We won’t dare take up your valuable time any more than necessary,” Canopus responded somewhat sarcastically, approaching Tom and reaching up to put the cone hat that read ‘Birthday Boy’ on top of the disgruntled man’s head, knowing full well that he detested it. You might as well say that, for Canopus, seeing Tom in this humiliating hat was the only redeeming aspect of hosting this birthday party.

“You never fail to make my day, Canopus,” Tom murmured quietly, his eyes coldly narrowing on the black-haired Slytherin. You had to admit, despite the comically small ‘Birthday Boy’ hat perched atop the Dark Lord, his seething glare was still enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Well, it’s tradition,” Canopus shrugged with a smug smirk on his lips, a brave reaction worthy of praise from a Gryffindor. You had no idea what it was that Canopus had: courage, stupidity, or simply a warped sense of fear. But, whatever it was, you couldn’t help but pity and admire it at the same time.

“So... Presents,” Abraxas clapped his hands excitedly, contently watching as the group sat around the sofas.

“Here, Tom. Happy birthday,” Abraxas beamed at Tom as he passed the wrapped package that was clearly a book from its size and shape.

Tom did not respond and tore open the paper wrapping.

“Oh. Actually… this is quite helpful,” Tom showed the book cover to you and Canopus; the title read ‘Dictatorship 101: A Beginner's Guide to Regime Change by Khalilah D Smith’. “Thank you, Abraxas. For the thoughtful gift,” Tom even managed a slight curl of his lips.

The blond looked quite pleased with himself, turning his nose slightly up in the air with a proud smile.

“Pshhh, as if our great Tom needs any instructions on becoming a dictator,” Canopus rolled his eyes.

“I, on the other hand, got the only thing Tom needs on his destined path to greatness: Time,” Canopus added an exaggerated flourish to his hands that gestured to the box on the coffee table, ignoring the clear annoyance that flashed across Abraxas’ elegant features.

“You should know, Canopus,” Tom raised a brow as he opened the box. “Your words bring nothing but anxiety to my already troubled mind.”

You peeked in over Tom’s shoulder to find what exactly he meant by ‘time’, as Canopus dramtically worded. To your surprise, it was packets of energy drink powder.

“Ohh… nooo, Canopus…” you murmured quietly, recalling the Dark Lord’s sensitivity to caffeine. The last time he tried one cup of coffee, he stayed up for four nights in a row. “What on earth made you think this was a good idea?”

“Shush shush,” Canopus silenced your words of terror, not even giving you a glance. “Tom, remember the coffee that you had? Imagine that, but double that.”

Tom’s eyes widened in amusement as he glanced at it. “By that logic, I could conquer the wizarding world twice as fast.”

“Exactly my point!” Canopus’ eyes glimmered wildly. “You don’t trust us with a thing. And you’re right to do so. Imagine how much you could get done if you could do everything yourself.”

Tom hummed, nodding along. “You know what, Canopus? For the first time in my life, you did not disappoint.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes. “You two are just enabling his unhealthy obsession with power!” You grabbed Tom’s shoulders, and he slightly wobbled from left to right as your seething eyes captured Abraxas and Canopus. “What Tom needs is stability. Emotional support.”

The wincing was visible on Tom’s face as you said the word ‘emotional support’, but before he had any opportunity to protest, you presented him with a medium-sized box. Tom was bewildered by the way the box seemed to shake on its own. But still, carefully, he opened the box.

“Oh,” Tom seemed lost for words. “Oh. This is… rather… unexpected.”

“Unexpected? What is it-” but Canopus did not need to finish his question, as a small tabby kitten poked his head out of the box and pressed his paws against Tom’s eyes.

Tom grew silent.

“You thought giving Tom a cat was a good idea?” Canopus turned his disbelieving eyes to you. “And here you were, telling me gifting energy drinks was irresponsible.”

You scowled at your friend, not noticing the kitten that had begun climbing Tom’s uniform like it was his life mission. “Well, I, as his friend who actually know him, happen to think that an emotionally volatile person like Tom needs a support animal.”

“Emotionally volatile?” Tom repeated to himself quietly, doubting his ears over the words that came from this supposed friend of his. At that moment, Tom was trying to ignore the kitten on his shoulder, who was pressing his paws against his cheek.

You had to admit, Tom was showing a surprising level of patience towards the kitten, a bitter realisation following closely behind that, perhaps, Tom tolerated the kitten more than any of his human friends. The tabby cat began to incessantly meow by Tom’s right ear, demanding his attention.

Abraxas was watching all of this with intrigued amusement in his pale eyes. “Well… let’s just hope that the cat will survive to see adulthood.”

You found the meowing rather adorable, but it was clear that Tom’s patience was quickly wearing thin. Even for kittens, the Dark Lord had his limits, it seemed. “Look, I only speak snake,” Tom barked, turning his head to the right, speaking directly to the kitten with frustration evident in his voice. “I don’t know what you want from me.”

The kitten only responded by pressing his paws on Tom’s lips, perhaps for the first and the last time the Dark Lord was silenced. Either from rage or being overwhelmed by the kitten’s cuteness, Tom’s cheeks turned a bright red. For the sake of the kitten, you hoped it was the latter.

“Oh hey,” Canopus’ eyes widened at the kitten’s bold move. “What do you know? He might just live to see adulthood.”

Tom growled as the kitten began his climb up Mt. Tom again. “How wonderful,” he murmured darkly, his displeased eyes following the kitten’s tail that swung back and forth in front of his face as he made his way up his head. The kitten was now wrestling with the ‘Birthday Boy’ hat, fighting for his spot on top of his head.

“Not so intimidating anymore, are you Tom?” Canopus snickered as his eyes flickered

between the Dark Lord and the cat that had settled comfortably on top of his head.

Tom’s vehement glare from behind the swinging tail was quite the sight to behold. At that moment, for whatever came over its small brain, the kitten leapt off of Tom’s head and landed on Canopus’ face.

“Agh! What’s happening?!” Canopus tried to pull off the kitten while its claws dug into his face. “Get it off me!”

“Yes. Yes!” Tom’s dark chuckle echoed in the Room of Requirement, while Abraxas watched the scene in terror, his hands elegantly covering his gaping mouth.

You could confidently say, that for the rest of your life, you would never forget the cheerful eyes of Tom when he turned to you and said, “You were right, dear. Emotional support was exactly what I needed.”

A/N: Ended up writing as a sequel of sorts to ��𝒶𝓇𝓀 ℒℴ𝓇𝒹 ℴ𝓃 𝒞𝒶𝒻𝒻ℯ𝒾𝓃ℯ. Not my best writing, but hope you still enjoyed it!

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heartfullofleeches · 8 months

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Since you mentioned the Frankenhounds (one of my favs of yours)

I always remember those videos of Queen Elizabeth where she enters a room with her running corgis entourage, and I just imagine scientist reader with the Frankenhounds, but instead of cute corgis it's terrifying, stitched up murder machines.

Still cuties tho!

A new face in town always called for celebration. Don't see many of those too often, and with the gradually declining population for mysterious and unknown causes they were a blessing.

A corporate hot-shot decided they had enough of the city life and shipped themselves and their earthly possessions off to the closest town that allowed them to work remotely from their high paying job. To the surprise of neighbors who arrived with baked goods and freshly picked fruits, they had already started the process of planning a get together to meet everyone they'd see on the daily. The townspeople were so thrilled they forgot the tiny detail that there was one person who wasn't as welcoming as the rest. The party began without a hitch, but something felt out of place for the new face. The one person they were more excited to meet had yet to make their presence known as as their absence persisted they began to worry they might not show at all.

"Excuse me? Do you happen to have a number I can use to all the scientist?"

Though the tap on their shoulder was enough to alert the neighbor still wearing their carrier uniform, their eyes pop out of their sockets like billiard balls as they choke down a mouthful of food. "You... invited them?"

Puzzled by their sudden change, the new neighbor flashes a concerned smile. "Yes? Some articles of their work came up when I was doing research of your town, though most were slightly vague about what they do. They replied to my email saying they'd be around as soon as they could, and they'd bring their dogs if I allowed."

The mail carrier's eyes are just about ready to shoot out their skull. They make a grab for their bag - discarding their fallen cap as they gather their things. "Great party, but something's come up. Be seeing you, if you survive. Where are my keys... where are my..."

A sharp whistle pierces the air. All color, and hope, drains from the carrier's face as the yard's back entrance is pawed opened by a clawed hand - stitches running down the length of its furred limb. It retreats into the darkness as a lone figure steps out into view. Eyes follow them from all corners as they stride meticulously towards the larger group of party-goers, face void of greater expression than tight lips and a passive gaze. They scan the crowd, locating the newcomer with ease. A small smile forms - never meeting your eyes.

"Mx. Wilson. So good to finally meet you. Since this is our first meeting I must inform you I am not one to mingle with... others. I allow this an exception as you were unaware of this fact, and seemed so excited to meet my sweet pups - and I have to say they are quite eager to meet you as well."

The braver of the crowd regain function of their limbs, and take their attempt to flee as you bring two fingers to your limbs - but it's too late. Heavy panting and soft howls join the piercing shriek of your call in a sympathy of the chaos soon to follow. One by one, your howls spill into the yard - the newcomers eyes wide with newfound terror as the years long terror resurfaces in your existing neighbors.

The hounds knock over tables and chairs, barking and hissing at all who infer with their path. They corner those more expressive of their fear in tight shapes - bursting into maniacal laughter as they attempt to fling their bodies over the walls. The smallest of the group volts over to the snack table, scooping as many appetizers as they possibly could on one plate and balances the heavy weight in their claws - gifting their gracious offering to you as they kneel at your feet. You pick through the treats, patting their head as you pop one into your mouth. The others sniff out the outsider as they run for their house, dragging them back over to you and pinning them to the earth as you tower over them. You kneel, offerings a single fruit which they refuse. You chuckle.

"Oh, come now - don't be like that. We're only welcoming you to the neighborhood. My pups even when through the trouble of getting you a gift."

The fourth and most unpredictable of your hounds begins to convulse violently. They wheeze and sputter on the grass - jaws lax as they choke up something white and thin. You stroke their back, aiding them through their expulsion of whatever was lodged in their throat. Clinging to your leg, they spit out an entire human hand striped of its bone and still intact at the joints. With Halloween right around the corner, you'd say it was more a thoughtful gift than warning.

"And if I haven't said it all ready, welcome to the neighborhood."

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere imagines #yandere blurb #yandere #yandere oc #Franken-hounds #scientist reader #yandere drabble #yandere hybrid

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ryry-rebel · 9 months

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Satoru Gojo with a s/o who has arachnophobia

🕷️Satoru Gojo x Reader🕷️

Synopsis- Gojo torments you with a spider because he’s a little shit

Warnings- mentions of spiders, cussing

Word count- 629

Pronouns- none

Content- mentions of spiders, Gojo being an asshole

My Masterlist -> Masterlist

This may or may not have been loosely inspired by something that happened to me

“SATORU GET IT THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!”

You love your boyfriend, you really do, but it was times like these when you really asked yourself how you fell in love with him. Sure, he is a very prepossessing guy with a hot and cocky personality. He was strong too and protected you whether you needed it or not. He was also a fun guy to hang around, too childish for his own good, but he could get serious when he needed to be. He was caring too. He always made sure to buy you a little souvenir when he was away on missions. And he would always put your needs before his own.

But when he’s tormenting you with a spider because he thinks it’s funny, all your feelings are tossed out the window. You absolutely loathed him at the moment, and you started to reconsider your whole relationship.

“It’s just a tiny spider y/n. Don’t be a baby. It won’t hurt you.”

“How do you know it won’t? Did the spider tell you that?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, it did. I can talk to it, and he says he likes you.”

“Bullshit. Now get it the hell away from me! Take it outside!” You kept walking away from Gojo who held the spider in his bare hands. But every time you took a step away from him, he took a step towards you. Granted, the spider was tiny, but you still feared it, even if it was the size of a pea. Spiders were creepy looking and not to mention ugly. Their 8 legs and bulging sets of eyes scared the living shit out of you. You could never fathom the idea of having a spider as a pet. Letting the damn thing crawl all over you, absolutely disgusting!

“Come on y/nnnnn, it’s so cute though! We should keep him as a pet. I’ll name him Nanami Jr.”

“No Gojo! Stop walking towards me you asshat! Take that damned thing outside, now!”

Gojo took another step towards you. Then another, then another big step until you were backed up against the wall. Your back and palms were flattened against the wall as Gojo stood a foot in front of you. Tears began to swell in your eyes, and you started to shake in terror. Gojo wasn’t backing off, instead he started to stretch out his hands, presenting the deadly creature to you. Thinking on your feet, you brought your knee up and kicked Gojo in the balls. Gojo hadn’t been using his infinity, so your knee actually collided with his junk which caused him to double over in pain. His hands immediately flew to his groin, causing him to drop the spider. Gojo went down on his knees as you watched the small bug fall to the floor. You screamed out as you jumped away. Gojo started to whimper in pain as you sprinted back to the living room, hiding behind the sofa.

“Serves you right asshole!” You shouted.

“Owww, okay, I’m sorry, but was that really necessary?”

“Absolutely it was! Now take the damn bug outside or I’ll knee you again!”

“There’s no need. You stepped on Nanami Jr. He’s dead now.” You felt your body relax and you let out content sigh as Gojo got onto his knees and gently picked up the spider. The amount of gentleness Gojo showed to that spider baffled you. He rose to his feet and walked to the front door.

“I’m going to hold a funeral and a proper burial for Nanami Jr. I assume you won’t be attending?”

“Absolutely not. I don’t have remorse for Nanami Jr. Fuck that spider.”

“You’re so mean y/n.” Gojo opened the door and walked out.

Good riddance to that spider.

#jjk x y/n #fanfic #jjk fanfic #gojo saturo #gojo x you #saturo gojo x reader #gojo fanfic #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo satoru #gojo sensei #gojo satoru x you #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #Nanamijr

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darlingpwease · 8 months

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who won, who survived, who will tell the story

♡ unhealthy behaviour (past, wwx), animalistic behaviour, fluff, parenting; single parent!reader, alpha!reader, wen!reader if you squint, sect leader!reader implied, wei wuxian x reader implied

WEN YUAN is not sleeping well.

He often wakes up at night, whimpers, pokes nose into your chest or hip, trying to curl up into a ball, like a tiny kitten looking for the presence of his parent, without which his body became as tense as a stretched arrow of a bow — and sleeps badly. You can't leave even for a moment, holding him tightly to you, not letting the puppy even for a moment feel the absence of the smell of his parent, the head of the pack, in which only he and you are.

Perhaps it would be more correct to raise him communally, as everyone do with orphans, — but you can't afford this, even if you have enough things that require attention. The time after the war is always difficult, especially with the abundance of demonic cultivators and evil spirits, but you can't remember the last time you took up weapon, spending all your time with documentation and your puppy, which is so sticky and clingy — sometimes it seems to you that you have a small tail, who purrs quite when you press put him to chest, and fall asleep in your clothes in a simple nest that you always make for him when sit up late.

WEN YUAN loves big nests, snacks (especially sweet ones), burrowing into your clothes, beautiful melodies and watching you do something, and you really try your best not to indulge him excessively, even if the sight of his ruddy plump puppy-ish cheeks causes you to be touched and delighted. He doesn't smile as brightly as before, before what happened, but you still do everything possible to make him a happy and protected puppy, even if someone calls it wrong. This is the first time you talk seriously to him when he tries to fake a smile to make you happy, realizing it by the eager sparkle in his eyes full of impatience — and even if it makes you feel warm, you have already had the experience of this "I'm fine, please look at my smile and believe that everything is fine".

This is the first time you calm your puppy in your arms, convincing him that you don't blame him at all, but you don't want him to fake his emotions just for you — (you've already had such an experience) you're flattered that he's doing this for you, but that doesn't mean it's necessary. Everything is fine (everything is fine now), there is no need to portray anything (do you really think that I don't see?!), you will accept any of his emotions (you continue to run from problems, pretending that everything is fine!) and feelings (have you ever thought about me?!). After all, it's harmful for everyone to fake their emotions (what are you talking about? I'm totally fine), and he doesn't need to do this unless absolutely necessary (how can I be with you if you constantly leave me behind?!).

You will accept your WEN YUAN by anyone (you are not like other alphas), no matter (you are special) who he is (even if you are an alpha) or what he will do (after everything we have been through...), he is forever your puppy.

(you can mark me! this will be our secret!)

There is an evil world around him, with terror and pain; but he only needs to hide, sleep soundly and not be afraid of anything. You will take care of everything else. You can't bring back his biological family, — you would give anything to do that, — but you can make this puppy your family, not only by blood, but by feelings. Instincts. Smells. Rubbing against him, leaving your fragrance on top of his milky one, letting him bite your skin slightly and trying to get into the fabric of your clothes to feel hidden and small — you really do what you think is necessary, raising your son the best person, no matter if he turns out to be alpha, omega or beta.

If WEN YUAN wants to, he will take over your duties — but if he doesn't want to, then you will find someone else to raise. He will choose his own path. He will live in a much nicer and more peaceful world, even if you perfectly understand that this does not mean that the world will be safer when you rub your nose against his stomach, making the puppy giggle. He will have a choice — what you didn't have; he will have a loving pack, a strong foundation, peace and protection.

What you didn't have.

what he didn't have(?)

And one day he blows you away.

He will definitely do it.

just like he did.

You have made millions of mistakes — and you will make no less in the future. Sorting through documents and letters while WEN YUAN sleeps on your lap, so small but strong, you know that it doesn't hurt anymore. Nothing else hurts in your heart anymore.

and the mark doesn't hurt anymore.

#🥮 — mao dao zu shi #✉.wen yuan #🧸.parenting #🧸.omegaverse au #🧸.fluff #wen yuan!!! my beloved!!!#wwx x reader implied because 'after the death of my love I spend love on my adopted son' beats well<3 #alpha reader #gender neutral reader #parent reader

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ofallthingsnasty · 3 months

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I absolutely love how you write doflamingo, it's so addicting! So if you're still doing the alphabet thing K, L & T please

Yandere Alphabet letters g, h and y for doflamingo

he's so fun, i'm glad you like it!! wacky torture king (to me)

tw.yandere, minors dni

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Oh my god, he’s insufferable. Three meters of entirely obnoxious, blood-boiling, cruel man. And he relishes in it. Nothing is sweeter than seeing you trying to fight the rage back down when he drapes himself over you and plucks your book from sweaty hands to simply throw it into a corner - that inappropriately short fuse of yours is hilarious to him. You’re in no position to fight him yet you still remain so prickly, still have the audacity to cling to your dignity. He’ll make a game out of catching you at the worst possible moments, preferably when you think you’re free from him for a teeny, tiny while and try to get cozy. If there's a way to drive you up a wall, he'll find it. Even if you’re good, if you have made uneasy peace with this whole… situation - he’ll still try to get a rise out of you sometimes. He’s also awfully grabby, always has a hand somewhere it really shouldn’t be - especially when his weird posse seems to be around all the damn time. Bid personal space and bodily autonomy goodbye - because love handles turn into stress balls, shoulders into his favorite place to tap-tap-tap his fingers on and he has no shame, no matter how peeved any other person in his presence might be. He also likes to haul you around like an accessory just because and even when it's entirely inappropriate. What is anyone going to do about it, anyway? Tell him off? You’re either with him or he isn’t coming, simple as that. It’s not like you’re going to spoil his business or tattle or do god-knows-what, he’s got you locked down like an award-winning show dog he’s intending to breed. You’re not going anywhere.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Oh, Dressrosa Doflamingo definitely has his fun with you. It’s not like he’ll degrade himself by mixing with the general populus but I think he’d find it entertaining to crawl into your humble abode once or twice to watch you sleep. (It’s really only something he tries out, just to see how it feels like - and to make it obvious that someone was in your home. It’ll make you feel unsafe in the very place that’s supposed to be your sanctum, will make you aware of someone trying to keep tabs on you - now that’s delicious, isn’t it?) In general, it’s all about toying with you. I wouldn’t call it courting (because he really isn’t doing that - he’s simply having some fun with you before snatching you up. There is no approaching, no courting, he doesn’t need that - because you don’t get a say in this.) He is going to make sure that you know that someone (maybe even him?) is stalking you, will send you weird gifts, notes, will leave you feeling watched until your skin crawls and you barely leave your house even though you aren’t even safe in there.

It’s all about his entertainment. And terrorizing you.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Tears? Really? He thought you were more fun than that. Where’s your fire? Fury? Passion? Fight a little for your pathetic little life, don’t just cry. When has crying ever won him a war?

Frankly, he is disgusted.

He can’t fucking stand it. You’re weak, of course he knows that - but instead of sniveling and getting snot all over his shirt, you should just submit. He doesn't expect greatness or strength or anything - you’re not supposed to be an underling, you’re supposed to be long-lasting entertainment - but he expects you to either fall in line the moment you realize he’s holding all the cards or to fight for your measly little existence. Crying is arguably the worst of all reactions to your predicament - it changes nothing and is entirely illogical (not to mention you’re committing the cardinal sin of being annoying). Submitting to him would better your situation tremendously, fighting back would at least give you the illusion of hope, of getting out of here and yes, it'd be incredibly funny to him. But sulking in some corner? Where is that going to get you exactly, pet? Stop it. He rarely uses his powers on you but when you’re moping around or spiraling, he’ll do it. Turns that frown upside down - makes you dance while you cry, scream, beg, completely lose it. The way he has you swaying, turning around yourself in endless circles while he laughs and hums some old song is going to be beyond jarring, will shake you out of near every break-down you have.

See? That’s better, isn't it? Lighten up a little, sweetheart.

#tw.yandere #yandere one piece #doflamingo x reader #/doflamingo #/one piece

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lees-chaotic-brain · 7 months

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Hi there! I love your gojo x reader stories so much! And I saw a post that your requests are opened or I assume. After the jjk leaks I've been having gojo brain rot and I was wondering if you could possibly make this idea into a story?

My idea was that the fem reader is absolutely TERRIFIED of thunderstorms after fighting a special grade spirit who used lighting and thunder. She has PTSD and is receiving help to get over the fear but it's so bad that she hides under tables, beds and in closets as she sobs. I think it would be a cute augst/comfort/fluff idea of having gojo hearing her yelling after a loud thunder only to find her room 'empty' but she is hiding in the closet or under the bed sheets trembling and silently sobbing. And he of course does what he do best and be a good boyfi and conforts his little cry baby!

If you don't wish to do this I completely understand! Keep up the good work! ❣️🫰

omg thank you so much! also, this idea is amazing! i love it so much!

Shelter From the Storm (Gojo x Astraphobic Reader)

CW: PTSD, mentions of death, mentions of therapy, phobias, panic attacks, fluff, gojo satoru is a good boyfriend

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Stepping into your shared apartment, Gojo waited expectantly for you to come and greet him with his kiss. Instead a dark apartment welcomed him as rain pattered against the windows.

"Babe?"

He called out, kicking off his shoes and entering.

"Where are you?"

He saw your shoes, bag, and uniform jacket when he came in so he knows you're home. The question is where.

As he turned and began walking down the hallway to your shared bedroom, there was a blinding flash of lightning, and a deafening clap of thunder that seemed to shake the small apartment.

But that wasn't what caught his attention.

No, what caught his attention was the muffled shriek of terror that accompanied the thunder.

Bursting into the bedroom, he scanned it, prepared for the worst.

But the room was empty.

That's strange, he could've sworn he heard you scream...

Another loud clap of thunder split the air.

A high pitched whimper emanated from beneath the bed.

Concerned, Gojo walked over to the edge of the bed, and crouched down, peering underneath it.

"Sweetheart? You down there?"

"'T-Toru?"

You stammer out, voice shaking.

"Yeah baby, it's me. Are you okay? What are you doing down there?"

He can see your shaking form, curled up in a ball under the bed and his heart aches.

"C'mon baby. Let's get you out from under there."

Reaching under the bed, he tried to pull you out but you curled in on yourself more, refusing to leave your sanctuary.

Sighing, he pulled his hand back.

"What's going on? What are you afraid of? What can I do to help? C'mon baby talk to me."

"Th-thunder."

Your voice is hoarse from screaming, and Gojo feels a pang of guilt for not being home earlier.

"You're afraid of the thunder?"

"Mhm."

You mumble, before jumping and yelping as there is another loud boom.

"Hey, hey hey hey,"

He soothes, scooching closer to the edge of the bed. He contemplates the narrow gap before deciding to go for it.

Unfortunately, your giant boyfriend could not wedge himself under the bed with you.

Annoyed, but not discouraged, he came up with the next best option.

"Stay here sweetheart, I'll be right back, okay?"

You give him a tiny nod, and that's all the confirmation he needs before sprinting around the apartment gathering all the pillows, blankets and stuffed animals he could find. For good measure he also found a couple flashlights, a pair of headphones, a few of your favorite snacks, and a huge weighted blanket you usually reserve for camping.

Rushing back into the bedroom, he dumped everything onto a pile next to the bed and got to work.

A couple short minutes later, your boyfriend has successfully constructed a blanket fort right next to the bed so you can crawl out from under it and straight into the fort without having to expose yourself.

Your boyfriend had outdone himself. It was a huge blanket fort, high enough for both of you to be able to sit up in, and wide enough for the two of you to curl up with plenty of space.

Squeezing in after you, Gojo set the snacks in the corner and turned on the flashlights after double checking that the weighted blanket stopped any flashes of lightning from entering your little abode.

Satisfied that it was sufficient, he turned his attention on you.

You were a wreck, still in your uniform pants and undershirt, with mascara running down your cheeks.

"Hey baby."

He said gently, opening his arms.

"Let me take care of you, please."

You nod against his chest.

He pulls back, making sure to keep an arm around you at all times, and starts making a mental priority list.

By the time he's done fussing over you, he's removed all your makeup, helped you into your favorite pajamas, set up the headphones with loud, comforting music, fed you a couple snacks, and is cuddling you.

Needless to say, you were still a little tense, but you fell asleep rather quickly in the safety of your boyfriend's arms.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

After you had fully calmed down the next morning, you sat down with your boyfriend feeling that you owed him an explanation.

He reassured you that you didn't, but you wanted to tell him, especially after how sweet and careful he was with you last night.

So over your cups of coffee, you tell him all about the special grade that used a cursed lightning technique appeared out of nowhere when you were in junior high. About how your older brother, who had been attending Tokyo Jujutsu High at the time tried to defend you.

Tears begin to stream down your face, grief and guilt still plaguing you all these years later. Moving around the table and wrapping you in his arms, Gojo gives you the time you need.

Continuing, you tell him about how help arrived, but it had been too late. About how they had to pry you off your brother's charred body, the residual smell of ozone filling the air. About the years of trauma and PTSD flashbacks that followed any bright flashes of light or loud noises.

You explain the consequential years of therapy that allowed you to watch fireworks again, and helped you to work through (some of) the guilt.

And finally, you give him your therapist's phone number, explaining that you still meet with them once a week, and that if you ever get too out of control during a storm you can call them and they should be able to talk you down from your panic attack.

Needless to say, your boyfriend was completely understanding. He spent the rest of the day reassuring you that he didn't love you any less because of it, and that he was going to stay by your side.

Later he researches PTSD and panic attacks, trying to learn more about them so that he knows what to to.

He reaches out to your therapist, and asks for advice, because his heart breaks when he thinks about what you went through, and wants your therapist to know that there is nothing he wouldn't do for you.

Finally, he sets up storm notifications on his phone, so the instant there is even the slightest chance of a storm he can drop everything and be by your side.

And it quickly becomes a tradition to build a blanket fort every time there is a storm. Even once you begin to overcome astraphobia, Satoru refuses to stop, needing you to know that he will always be there, your own personal shelter from the storm.

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Thanks for requesting!! I had so much fun writing this! If anyone has any other requests send them in! Also feel free to invade my ask box. I don't mind. Anyways, I hope this was what you were looking for!

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #goji x reader fluff #gojo x reader hurt/comfort #gojo fic #gojo brainrot #jjk #request #requests open #gojo satoru is a good boyfriend #lee's brain writes

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maculategiraffe · 9 months

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boyfriend, on his phone: oh my god. "residents of florida community alarmed by numerous ball python sightings"

me: alarmed by ball pythons? god's wussiest noodle?

boyfriend: "ball pythons sighted in yards, crossing streets after heavy rain"-- how about you appreciate your blessings, florida community residents

me: "residents terrorized by plague of tiny fluffy kittens"!

boyfriend: listen. kittens have teeth and claws. they are terrifying compared to ball pythons. those little noodle babies don't even have any legs

me: it's true. at least kittens can kick

boyfriend, to hildegard: it's ok noodle. we won't let any floridians look at you

#psir #hildegard the snake

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inchidentally · 3 months

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more of my completely pointless self-indulgent f1 royalty AU with a Charles focus (as always, pls ignore all historical/monarchy mistakes bc it's an AU) (this is a charlos au but I had to throw in a very tiny lestappen moment bc so many moots love them)

after seeing these of Charles playing football I decided they were from a moment when the prince was playing around with his attendants in the palace because he loved terrorizing them about the many breakables and his not-very-precise footwork with the ball. he's permitted to remove his head and hand coverings within the palace walls but only if he won't risk being seen. I imagined this to be after jousting practice - he's not allowed to properly joust ofc but he can do a pretend version with blunted lances and on soft earth covered in hay. he has a special set of beautifully made leather armor so that there aren't any ridged or sharp places to hurt himself.

it's too hot to keep on once they've returned to the palace and underneath he wears this long red and white suit (replace the sponsors with royal insignias lol)

in my tags I had Charles accidentally run out into the courtyard chasing the ball after a particularly wild header and not realize what he's done until he hears his attendants frantic footsteps behind him. he stays frozen in place, eyes wide and sun beating down onto his face. the courtyard is only on the side of the private apartments and he hasn't ventured far but it's still absolutely forbidden.

the only other person there is a young man about the same size and age as the prince with tightly cropped reddish-brown hair, tugging at the stiff collar of his formal suit in the summer sunshine. in the seconds that their eyes meet, Charles feels himself smile wide and open and radiant. the stranger's grumpy pink face turns awed and his eyes widen when the attendants crowd Charles and carry him back inside. Prince Max Emilian is too young and unlearned about the royal customs of Monaco to understand why his mother turns grey and his father looks cunning when Max runs to their chamber and bursts out the story of the beautiful young man in the courtyard whom he'd just seen 'abducted'.

but from then on, Max Emilian would wisely adopt a look of innocence when the sole rumor of the Monaco's second son's exceptional beauty made it's way through the royal courts again, source unknown.

immediately after the incident, the National Council are expecting heads to roll. the royal visitors from the Netherlands have of course been hushed up (or so they thought) but surely someone must pay with their life and the prince's movements restricted even more. they argue that without the prince's virtue and purity, his value to the royal courts hoping to wed one of their own to him will be as nothing. the very protection of the larger countries of Europe could be in jeopardy. they regularly cast acidic glares up where Charles stands in the gallery, fully covered once more and shaking with anger and fear, unable to even speak for himself. they say all kinds of things about how it couldn't have been worse timing for the prince to show such callousness because the palace is meant to still be in mourning.

Sovereign Prince Lorenzo is weary, having only been on the throne for a year and still deep in his grief for his father. he beckons the head of Charles' retinue forward to stand in front of the throne. Joris bravely pleads the case that he and his staff were just happy to see the young prince having fun again as they'd been worried that his grief combined with the particular seclusion he already lived in would sink him. he offers to take the blame entirely on himself as he shouldn't have allowed the game to venture so close to the courtyard at all.

Lorenzo smiles grimly at him and looks up to meet his brother's pleading, tear-filled eyes. almost twenty years of growing up together and Charles frequently only able to communicate with his eyes have made Lorenzo an expert at reading them. he decrees that the lives and positions of the prince's retinue will be safe but that in concession to the Council, the prince will be confined within the private apartments for three months and afterward he must remain covered even in the private courtyard. it's possibly the final blow to Lorenzo's spirit as sovereign to see his brother's eyes smiling down at him, even as his freedoms being stripped back even further.

little did any of the court know that in just over a year, Prince Lorenzo would abdicate. and that in just under two years, the powerful Sainz family would see their son ascend to the throne and free Charles from his bondage forever.

#f1 royalty au #charlos

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