#MOCHI SOUNDS LIKE HER LAST NAME

[nejiverse]

SWEET-TEETH

Satoru Gojo

In which Gojo just so happened to pass his love for sweets onto his daughter. Fem! Reader

cw: a hyper toddler, cranky y/n, megumi makes an appearance

745 words

Sugar is worse than crack.

No one could convince you otherwise in this moment in time.

A nap. That's all you wanted to take. Were you granted that simple luxury? Absolutely not.

Not with a man child and an actual child under the same roof.

During pregnancy you prayed, pleaded that your child wouldn't inherit Gojo's sweet tooth but she did.

Not only that but she also inherited Gojo's white hair and blue eyes.

9 months all for your daughter to wholly be a daddy's girl in both looks and personality.

You got out of bed and haphazardly threw on one of your husband's shirts before leaving your shared room and following the high pitched screaming and squealing which ultimately led you to the kitchen.

You observed Gojo leaning against the island as he watched the toddler run around the kitchen with an amused expression. She was clad in just a diaper and a purple dora the explorer vest. Along with her slightly damp hair, you assumed Gojo had just taken her for a bath not too long ago.

But gosh, if it were possible for her to bounce off the ceilings then you were certain she'd be doing so right now. She was waddling around faster than her little legs could take her.

"Why?", you crossed your arms over your chest and approached Gojo groggily.

"Babe! You're finally awak—".

You certainly weren't awake by choice.

"Why", you interrupted him and this time it was more of a command than a question.

"...why what?", he tilted his head with that stupid clueless expression that made you wanna punch him in the face.

Gojo was able to figure out from your agitated state that you didn't wake up by yourself but that you were actually woken up against your will, more than likely by all the screaming from your toddler. He forgot how much you hated being woken up.

"Why did you give her sugar", you irked.

"Whaaaat! You can't just jump to conclusions silly", he laughed, trying to ignore the deathly glare you were giving him.

"Satoru", you called him by his full name and not by Toru. It made him want to crawl into a hole and die.

"I know a sugar-fuelled screech when I hear it".

“But Y/nn! I can’t just eat sweets and not give her some”, he whined.

“What sweets?”, you asked out of curiosity.

You saw your husband’s whole body flinch at your words as his index finger tapped against the island idly.

It was something he subconsciously did whenever he was lying or hiding something.

“It was mochi wasn’t it”, specifically his favourite, Kikufuku.

He let out a nervous laugh and averted his gaze from you.

“What did I tell you last time?”.

“I can only have mochi three times a week at most…”, he sulked. “So I don’t get diabetes..”.

And he had it yesterday, the day before and the day before that.

You shook your head. “To be honest Toru, I think today’s the day I finally kill you”.

Although your words were nothing to smile at, he smiled anyway because you called him by his nickname. It meant you forgave him (in his head anyway). It just meant you were over it more than anything.

In that moment, you three heard the front door squeak open. The same door you’ve been pestering Gojo to lubricate for weeks.

D/n squealed, the sounds rivalling that of the squeaky door as she ran over to the door and smiled widely at the sight of Megumi. She hugged his legs and as he was about to routinely lift her into his arms, she ran away again as she continued her unbearable shouting.

She would usually make grabby hands at him to lift her up, but not today. She wanted to continue running around.

Megumi felt betrayed and he thinks he knows the reason for this betrayal.

He walked into the kitchen where the toddler ran into and looked at Gojo with narrowed eyes and a scowl.

“Why’d you give her so much sugar?”.

Gojo’s mouth fell open as he looked at you then Megumi. “How the hell do you guys know I gave her sugar??!”.

“I know a sugar-fuelled screech when I hear it”.

Gojo swore he felt like deja vu just now or something.

“That’s what I said!”, you exclaimed.

masterlist :)

#jjk x reader #jjk fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojou satoru x you #gojo saturo #satoru gojo #gojo fluff #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #megumi #fushiguro #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #gojo headcanons #gojo x y/n #jjk x you #jjk headcanons #jjk x y/n #jjk gojo #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu megumi

[sommerregenjuniluft]

@jegulus-microfic january 9 - write - 946words - feat. fem!harry because i was craving girldads

(this one also esp goes out to @veryinnovative)

“Papa?”

“Yes, mon chou?” Regulus responds, shaking a curl out of his eyes to look over his shoulder as he keeps stirring.

Harrie is still bent over her artwork, crayon held in a tight fist, pigtails standing askew with half her hair falling out of them and in her little face anyways.

“Will you help me write my name?”

Regulus lowers the temperature of the stovetop to let the sauce simmer as he puts on the lid, “Of course. I’ll be right there.”

He crouches down to check the potato wedges and veggies in the oven, satisfied when they look according to the alarm he set, and gives his hands a quick rinse before he saunters over to his daughter.

The soles of his plush slippers are a faint noise against the whirring of the oven and the soft bubbling of the pot. The air smells warm and cozy with the home-cooked meal and the drying clementine peels that are still on the table from Harrie’s earlier snack.

Regulus bends over her to regard her painting, nose buried into her wayward hair, inhaling. It smells like her Strawberry Shortcake (the kid’s show) shampoo, like James’ cologne and still that distinct brand of baby that Regulus is utterly obsessed with and hopes she never loses. Well, at least as long as she’s small enough for him to still pick her up.

Harrie is unperturbed, keeps drawing little blue petals around a flower besides what Regulus assumes must be their cat, Mochi. Or maybe a very oversized ant. His little artiste.

“Can I give you a kiss?” Regulus mumbles into the crown of her head.

“Yup.” 

Harrie squeals when Regulus plants a loud smooch on her chubby cheek. She smells like grapes and walnuts there too. James must’ve packed them for her lunch in kindergarden.

She tapers off into a hearty giggle when Regulus keeps peppering kisses before he lets himself fall into the kitchen chair beside her.

“So,” Regulus says pointedly, making a show of granting her his undivided attention.

Harrie nods her head, making little, silly Mhm-mhm-mhm noises. Like she’s trying to convey the importance of what follows. Or like she has a tune stuck in her head. Regulus bets his money on both.

He grins, tucking a strand behind Harrie’s ear that just falls right back into place. “Where do you want your name?”

A tongue pokes out of the corner of his daughter’s mouth and she turns her pen to point at the top edge with the end of it, “Right here.”

“Alright.”

Harrie chooses another color for her signature and then they begin to write together.

“An H. Huh—as in house,” Regulus makes, Harrie repeating the sound automatically. “Two straight lines down and then one across the middle. Good job.”

“Then Ay,” Harrie continues. The beginning of the alphabet she’s already got memorized.

“That’s right, mon chou.”

“Ha-rrr.”

“An R—that’s a straight line, with a bump on top and a leg on the bottom. That’s it. We need another one of those, remember? Your name has two.”

Just as Harrie sets onto the next letter Regulus hears a car rumble up into their driveway, head instinctively swiveling around to the window.

When he looks back down the second R isn’t entirely correct. “Whoops—look, this one has its leg on the wrong side, honey.”

“Oh,” Harrie makes, eyebrows rising, and she goes to grab her eraser.

She corrects her letter and then proceeds to draw the I without prompting from Regulus, adding a wonky heart on top.

“Good job. And an—”

“E–like eeeraser,” his daughter sings, adding the three horizontal lines to the last letter, right as Regulus hears a keychain jingle against the front door.

Harrie is now drawing a little star next to her name as James comes into the kitchen with Mochi in his arms, a leaf sticking to his paw.

“Daddy,” Harrie yells, scrambling down from her chair and hasting into James’ arms, Mochi already fleeing for his cat tree, presumably.

James hums delightedly, smiling as he squeezes their daughter to his chest, “Mm, mi amorcito.”

He’s still in his coat and beanie from outside, glasses fogging up—though luckily for him, he’s had the mind to slip out of his boots at least.

Harrie rubs her palms along James’ stubbled jaw when they pull apart, making him chuckle. “Missed me?”

“A little,” Harrie shrugs.

“Oh, only a little, huh?” James challenges, whisking Harrie up and whirling her around in the air, twirling himself and making her scream with joy.

He sets her against his hip after he successfully lost one of her hair ties on his little escapade, never to be found again or for Mochi to play with.

“Smells amazing, love,” James says warmly, gazing at Regulus before helping Harrie gently pull out the other hair tie too.

Which reminds him Regulus to check on the sauce again. 

He smiles sweetly at his husband and wanders back over to the counter, grabbing the lid with a kitchen mitten and stirring the thickening sauce as he gets hit by its savoury tang and hint of black pepper and parsley.

At his back he hears Harrie and James babbling, conversing about something or the other as she takes her seat again. Something about finger paints and Ron and tea cup and pee accident.

Regulus is just stretching to get some plates when there’s strong arms wrapping around him from behind, prompting his lips into another immediate smile.

“Mi vida,” his husband mumbles, pressing a soft kiss behind Regulus’ ear.

James is warm and smells like caramel latte and outside air and the same hint of cologne found in their daughter’s hair.

#jegulus #jegulus microfic #jegulus dads #jegulus girldads #jegulus raising harry #jegulus drabble #jegulus fic #starchaser #sunseeker #james potter #regulus black #lune’s tiny fic

[writeshite]

can u write a homelander x male reader, I'd prefer fluff but I dont really care. (Noone writes x male readers😭)

John wakes up to a second heartbeat. His soulmate’s guide is six years overdue, and the cuddliest, friendliest dog he’s ever met, a dark brownish-red golden retriever - John calls him Scout. Dr. Vogelbaum is surprised - firstly, that the universe gave John a soulmate, and secondly, that a dog managed to trot its way into a secure location with little effort - it takes three dead scientists before they realize Scout is here to stay. Vought hates Scout until he can make a profit. Some mediocre photographer snaps a photo of John carrying Scout after he’d run through the mud; it’s on the internet in under an hour and the highest trending photo in the United States by dinnertime.

‘Everything you need to know about Homelander’s soulmate.’

‘13 facts about golden retriever guides, and what that can tell you about Homelander’s soulmate.’

‘How to get guides to choose you.’

The internet dissolves into a mess overnight, and the subject of John’s soulmate is trending globally; the week before Valentine’s Day is his soulmate tour, thousands of people come along, and Scout becomes the face of the ideal guide. John feels so many things - proud when the world praises his guide, confused as Scout’s friendly demeanor makes it harder to find his soulmate, and downright murderous when a fan tries to drag Scout to her and get him to like her - Sitwell tries something similar to the latter, reaching out once to pet the dog, before getting her arm bitten. John laughs, his tone cold as Scout darts behind his legs. When the Seven is formed, the others are a mixed bag; John doesn’t care enough to pay them attention, and they do the opposite, openly gawking at Scout, eyes widening further when Scout outwardly prefers his company; they want to ask, but clam up when he glares at them, hesitant to touch the guide. 

“Can’t you take me to my soulmate, already?” he asks Scout one morning; the dog tilts his head, tongue hanging out, and John swears he nods his head in response. Scout grabs his glove, and darts off with it, dodging John as he attempts to grab him; John is just about ready to throw caution to the wind when Scout stops; John doesn’t, flying directly into a tree. He’s not knocked out, but it takes a moment for the ringing to stop; when his eyes open again, you’re standing over him.

“Oh my god, Homelander, sir, are you alright?” 

John never quite understood how people could just know their soulmate by sight, even with their guides, he just never understood how people were 100% certain, but now looking at you, it’s like his whole mind just screams ‘yes.’ You hold out your hand for him to take, helping him stand, even with the gloves; your touch just feels right; Scout is the happiest John has ever seen him, tail wagging fast, “Oh, hello again,” you say to him, scratching Scout just behind the ears, you turn to John with a fond teasing smile, and he knows he’s already gone. “So, I guess this means the cat’s all you?” The cat is an orange ragdoll that, according to you, has scratched, bitten, hissed, and attacked anyone who came too close to you for her liking; John’s proud to hear that you named her Mochi, and he’s less proud of that, “Mean cats need cute names,” you simply state.

“What, you’re gonna give me a cute name too, then,” he snickers.

“I don’t see why not,” you eye him for a second, pursing your lips as you think of a name, “Snookums.” His face scrunches in horror, and you laugh, “Ok, ok, that was bad. Honeybun? Pudding? Pumpkin?” You rotate through so many names, each one as sappy as the last one, John’s expressions fueling your laughter further - there’s the distinct sound of a camera shutter, but John ignores it - placing a hand over your mouth as you dissolve into giddy hysterics. “Alright, point taken,” you say, and John is acutely aware of how close he’s pulled you to him. “How about your name then? I can’t just call you Homelander forever.”

“John,” he says.

“John. Johnathan,” You try the words on your tongue, “Jonnie, Johnny Boy.” You shake your head, “Yeah, I’ll stick with John.” You smile, giving John your name, “Nice to meet you, John.”

#homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #shitedrabbles #i feel your pain cause i'm 99.999% sure i've read through all the male reader fics for my fav characters #animal guide soulmate AUs are my favorite they're fucking hilarious. get it? scout. cause homelander's like a boy scout :D i'll see myself #shitequeue #i might return to this AU i think #this is me just rambling #soulmate au

[sirthisisa-wendys]

How would the big boys (like Taiju, South, Mochi and Keizo) react to their baby/children always stealing their baby momma's time and affection? I can totally see them [the boys] being needy (ranging from sexy time to just wanting their undivided attention)... we love our big men simping for us, it got me feeling some type of way ngl

Mommy-Daddy Time: Keizo Arashi/Taiju Shiba/Kanji Mochizuki/South Terano x Fem!Reader

wc: 1.8k

tw: fluff

masterlist

Taiju Shiba - The Non-Negotiator

"Bedtime!"

The shout is accompanied by two groans and one squawk. Your eldest child turns from her iPad and slides down from her perch at the kitchen table, grumbling, "Dad, can I have a few more minutes?"

"Nope, it's a weekday," Taiju murmurs, plucking the youngest from his seat in the high chair and kissing your cheek as you wash the dishes. The middle child is standing behind the couch, playing an impromptu game of hide-and-seek with her father. She watches her sister and brother be ushered off to bed, giggling when she catches your eye. "Maria!"

The sound of her name being called makes her hush, and she stands absolutely still. You look away, smiling to yourself as Taiju begins his nightly "get the kids to bed" routine. (It was his choice, not yours.)

"Have you seen Maria?" Taiju wonders, walking back into the kitchen with the youngest still on his hip. The baby boy grabs a fistful of his hair, tugging on it as Taiju scans the living room briefly.

"No, I haven't, love," you reply, blinking. "I think I saw her in the game room earlier." Taiju groans, walking back upstairs to check. Your child peeks out from behind the couch and snickers again, covering her mouth.

"Maria!" The baby laughs, babbling as Taiju comes down the stairs again. "I just want some alone time with your mom," he whispers, landing on the last step. "Is that so much?" Your eyes flick toward your daughter and then back to your husband. You repeat the action, and Taiju catches on, following your gaze to the backside of the couch. Maria laughs loudly as Taiju catches her in his other hand, scooping her onto his shoulder. The two children laugh and chuckle as they're carried upstairs, one swinging with her little braids.

"Goodnight!" you yell up after them, wiping your hands on a dishtowel and going to the main bedroom to get ready for bed. Taiju joins you almost thirty minutes later as you settle into bed, sighing and closing the door.

"Finally," he grumbles, coming around the bed and taking your hips in his hands. "Some time alone..." Taiju rests his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin gently. "I love you, babe."

"How far do you think we can get before Maria wakes up and asks you to scare the monsters off?" you joke, kissing his cheek. Taiju groans, pulling back and taking off his shirt. You trace your fingers along the various tattoos on his body and bite your lip, looking at him lustily. "Want to make your bet now?"

"I'll do it some other time," Taiju whispers, shucking his pants off and lying on the bed. "Need to take of you right now."

South Terano - Hires Help

"The baby should be down by now," South murmurs, looking at his phone. "Haven't heard from the babysitter yet."

"It's alright," you reply, sliding your shoes off and resting on the hotel bed. "She's probably fine." South raises his brow and quirks his lips before sitting next to you.

"Did you enjoy the restaurant?" he wonders, taking off his jacket with care.

"You know I love fancy food," you laugh, turning so your feet rest in his lap. "But I loved spending time with you more."

"Haven't gotten a lot of that in the past year," South breathes, closing his eyes and letting his hands cup your feet. "We've both been insanely busy."

"Being a stay-at-home mom can be fun," you counter. "But it does drain me at the end of the day."

"I know." Fingers move around your feet and begin to massage them tenderly. You exhale deeply, leaning your head against the headboard and relaxing.

"Been meaning to tell you that I've missed our little nighttime chats, too."

"Really?" you smile, remembering how you'd keep South awake at night, talking to him while you were restless due to the baby in your belly not wanting to settle down. "We'd talk - well, I'd talk - for hours..."

"You'd always fall asleep mid-sentence." You both laugh to yourselves, then South moves to climb into the bed next to you. "But I get you to myself tonight." South kisses your lips, then rolls on top of you, pressing you against the bed. "Any objections to that, sweetheart?"

"None at all," you tease, tapping his nose lightly. "Not a single one."

Kanji Mochizuki - The Planner

"Say bye-bye!"

"Buh-bye!"

"Bye! Love you!" You both wave at your three-year-old son, smiling and watching him leave with your mother-in-law. As soon as the car pulls off, Mochi shuts the door and turns to you, his eyes softening as you lean against the wood.

"What?" you wonder as he slowly advances on you, cupping both cheeks and kissing you gently. "What is it, babe?" Mochi leans his forehead against yours, sighing tenderly.

"Some alone time..." he murmurs, nuzzling your nose before kissing you again. "This week has been hell."

"It has," you echo, feeling the need to relax pulling at your body. "Maybe we should--"

"I've already got a plan," Mochi smiles, pulling back. "Let me just go get things ready." You wait patiently as he walks away, a little pep in his step as he goes to fetch his things. You watch him go from the bedroom to the main bathroom, bath water running in the background. You hear him hiss sharply once, but other than that, it seems like he's gotten things under control.

"Alright, come on in," he calls out, and you step into the bathroom, which is somehow transformed into an oasis. The lights are off and there are candles scattered about, all boasting the same scent of freshness and a hint of... coconut? "Your bath awaits," Mochi smiles, waving to the tub. You shed your garments and step into the not-too-hot bath, sighing as you sink into the water.

Mochi kneels by the tub, observing as you get comfortable with his tender gaze. "Talk to me about your week," he breathes, and you perk up. It's not that Mochi never asks you to talk to him; sometimes, you just don't have the energy to. But now that you're alone, you launch into the good, the bad, and the ugly about the work week. Mochi sits by the tub, resting his elbows on the edge and listening intently. And as you wrap up the events, he pushes his sleeves back and dips his hands into the water.

"Sounds like some interesting stuff happened," he murmurs, taking your leg and kneading it between his hands.

"Wasn't like it was all avoidable," you muse. "But it was a really weird set of events." You cock your head to the side. "What about your week?"

"What about my week?" the black-haired man wonders. "I really didn't do as much as you did."

"Come on," you urge him, flexing your foot. "There has to be something interesting about your week."

"Nah," Mochi replies softly. "You have it worse off; I can guarantee it. But I hope this makes it a little better." You cup his cheek and lean forward to kiss him, leaving bubbles on his face.

"You always make my days better, Mochi." Mochi kisses your ankle, then places the leg back in the water. "Don't know what I'd do without you."

"I'll second that."

Keizo Arashi - Holds the Fort Down

"Mommy's coming home soon!" Keizo's only son runs down the stairs, throwing his arms up in the air. His daughter, who turned a year old two weeks ago, peers around her father's shoulder to look at her sibling, frowning.

"Yeah," Keizo murmurs, scrubbing at the counter. "Mommy's been doing a lot of work lately.

"You don't work, do you, Daddy?" his son wonders, stopping his running to do a brief pull-up on the kitchen island.

"You know I work," Keizo responds, handing the tyke a toy truck lying on the ground. "That's why you go to school and Celia goes to daycare. Put that away before mommy comes home." The boy speeds off, running back up the stairs to toss it into his toy box. Keizo turns around, the baby strapped to his chest going with him as he cleans around the house. Spotless. The entire house has to be spotless before you arrive, that way Keizo can do what he does best, which is spend precious time with you.

You wouldn't feel obligated to do anything except put your feet up, watch TV with him, then let him take the reins while he got the kids ready for bed.

The back door opens just in time, and his son comes running down the stairs, arms wide open to greet his mother.

"Hey!" you laugh, grabbing your child in a hug. "How was the day at school, sweetie?" Your son recounts the day's events as Keizo and your daughter come around the corner, one of them looking much more exhausted than the other. "Hey, little momma," you coo, kissing her cheeks. "Been good today?"

"It was a good day at daycare," Keizo fills you in, leaning in for a kiss. You hold him close and kiss him twice, smiling widely.

"Good to hear." You jiggle your baby's leg before setting your purse down. "The house looks spotless," you mention, eyes wandering around the space. "Did you...?"

"Take the night off," Keizo offers, delivering a quick tap to your behind. "I've got this."

But Keizo really didn't have it. As he tries - for the third time - to get your youngest to sleep, you watch on. Celia cries loudly, her body vibrating against Keizo's as he tries to shush her while bouncing on the balls of his feet and lightly tapping her back.

"I can get her," you mouth, but Keizo shakes his head.

"I've got this. You go get ready for bed. I'll be there soon."

Forty minutes later, you reemerge from the bedroom, wondering where your husband is. You find him in the nursery, fast asleep in the chair with Celia on his chest. You tenderly pick your child up before placing her in the crib, then rouse Keizo. He awakens with a start, but you put your finger to your lips and move out of the nursery, holding his hand.

"Can't believe I fell asleep," he yawns. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you respond, sitting on the bed. "It's been a long day, huh?"

"Brahman's taking a lot of energy out of me, but I'll get the hang of it. This and the kids." You nod, kissing his cheek softly.

"That's all we could ask for." Keizo brings your hands to his lips, kissing your wrists before sighing and resting them on his chest.

"Wanted to spend some time with you... Kids keep getting in the way," he mumbles, yawning again. "You want to talk about your day?"

"Not really," you whisper, reaching over to pat his cheek. "You need some sleep. I'll catch you in the morning, though. Maybe we can catch up then." But Keizo's eyes are already shutting as he holds you against him, his breath evening out while you both find relaxation in the quiet, peaceful night.

#keizo arashi x reader #keizo arashi #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #south terano x reader #south terano #kanji mochizuki x reader #kanji mochizuki #taiju shiba x reader #taiju shiba

[ikemenomegas]

in light of gojo's unsealing, ive thought about diff cute scenarios

gojo being the type of person to get his mate's phone and snap hundreds of pictures of his face

this would probably never happen given gojo's privacy when it comes to his marriage but in a different world i can see this happening Gojo naming his alpha as "mochi seller' on his phone and Itadori seeing the message pop out from the lock screen and accidentally somewhat outing gojo's rs when he asks him in front of the other students why the mochi seller sent an ily message

the tender moments where gojo lets his infinity down or lets his alpha inside his infinity and he gets to relish in the warmth of their skin

the sappy things gojo's alpha has to sometimes do whenever gojo gets too rowdy and they need to placate him for whatever reason (re: alpha reading a map together with nanami scenario)

gojo sending his alpha a picture of two rocks by the sidewalk with the caption: 'us'

gojo asking his alpha if they would still love him if he was a worm and the alpha saying: "no<33"

Awww! These were really cute anon! Very happy ending which I feel like we're going to need a lot of in the coming weeks...

(Also I ran with it but why is their name "mochi seller" haha)

[Ao3 link for those who prefer chapters]

⬖ Photomaton

"Device storage insufficient, please move or delete files to make room?" you read, nonplussed.

Nobara sighed. "Sensei, I showed you how to do that weeks ago."

"I did do it." You frowned, opening up your files. Why were there so many pictures...

Nobara rolled her eyes at you and beat a hasty retreat when your hand went to your mouth as your face went warm.

There were rows and rows of photos, none of which you had taken.

Most of them were selfies, but some of them were obviously the result of Satoru propping the phone up and attempting to pose for the camera.

He must have been swiping your phone every time you left it sitting out or went to sleep. He didn't rest much, but there were so many, more probably than you'd been able to take in the last five years.

There wasn't much thought for such things when you only saw one another a handful of days every month. The focus had gone to managing the present, not on taking pictures. You'd only really thought to regret it after that terrible Halloween, when you worried you'd never see him again.

Some of the photos framed Satoru inside one of your homes. Others were almost ugly shots, taken way too close, or blurred with motion artifact. There were pictures of him haloed in the night glow of streetlights or washed out in the halogen light of a konbini. There were those made grainy with low light and some that took your breath away because he was nice looking.

Furtively, you looked up but were alone and you silently thanked your student's exasperated impatience. A few of the photos showed just too much skin to be exactly proper.

You thumbed down. The pictures were a story all their own revealing some of what Satoru did when alone and you savored the honesty. You had to keep apart from one another for so long.

The last thing in the camera roll was a video.

It opened with the shuffling sounds and the wobbling display of someone walking. Satoru wound around furniture in the darkened interior of your apartment.

"I'm home. You're asleep right now," he said lowly, "probably won't be later. I don't know how most people can sleep so much." He spoke half to himself, the deep night laying over his words like velvet.

There was the sound of the door to the little balcony opening and then the faint tinkle of the glass bells hanging from the eaves.

"Must be nice," he mused, "you get to miss a lot."

The image on the screen steadied as he rested your phone on the rail. The familiar view of the city resolved as faint golden starbursts of light. The rustling of Satoru's clothing faded until all you could hear was the faint rush of night wind and his breathing.

The video went on for over a quarter of an hour. You scrolled your fingers across the screen. He didn't move, the picture stayed the same. You leaned against a wall and listened to the last few moments, your heartbeat low and slow, your breath in sync with his from some time both here and long ago.

Satoru spoke, amused over the night-sounds:

"Don't delete this. I'll know."

⬖ Daifuku

"Good job," Gojo congratulated his dust-stained students as the veil fell.

Maki and Toge glared while Yuuji gave him a tired thumbs up from where he was laying on the ground.

"Dinner is on me tonight." Gojo ignored their halfhearted grumbling. "Decide where you want to go."

He anticipated a larger than normal ding to his wallet, but they'd earned it (and it wasn't as though he couldn't afford it). Beating this curse was no minor feat and it had been a particularly crafty one, which was why Gojo had gone with them just in case.

The students made noises of acknowledgement with varying levels of anticipation, but to no one's surprise, Yuuji was the first to roll over and dig around for his phone.

He tapped the screen and groaned.

"Sensei, mine's dead. Can I use yours?"

Gojo unlocked it and passed it over without a thought. He wasn't particularly hungry, the kids could figure this out without his interference for once.

"Um, Gojo-sensei?"

"Hm?"

"Why is a "mochi seller" reminding you to stop at the pharmacy and sending you heart emojis?"

With uncanny synchrony, Maki and Toge's heads turned to look at their teacher.

The phone in Yuuji's hand buzzed faintly.

"I love you?" he read, sounding alarmed.

Toge's eyes went a bit wide but a grin that curled a bit too much at the edges and showed teeth took over Maki's face.

"Text back," she said, scrambling to her feet.

With all her quickness, she swooped in and snatched the phone when Yuuji hesitated.

The phone buzzed once more.

"I'll be home by 8:30, probably," she read.

Gojo took advantage of Maki's triumphant look to slip the device from her grip.

"I knew it!" she pointed at him. "I knew you were hiding something."

"Grown ups hide lots of things," he replied blithely. He was confident none of the students could tell that moment had been more like someone walking over his grave.

It was not as though he intended to hide his relationship with you. Hide implied shame, concealment on the other hand had been security and was harder to let go of. There would come a moment when the kids prised the truth from him. He was not about to have that moment with his kids now, or hopefully ever, because they accidentally read his texts out loud.

Maki reached for his phone and he easily tipped out of her way, walking off and heading towards a neighborhood he knew (and the students did not) had a lot of very good restaurants.

He was silently very thankful when the implied threat of no food at all distracted the students. Or at least had Yuuji barreling past Maki and kindly dropping the matter in favor of promising to "only look at the map this time, was there a good katsudon place nearby?"

⬖ Goose Down

Satoru spotted you hunched over a rail with your umbrella open overhead, held in the crook of your elbow.

He could tell from the set of your shoulders that the summer sun was getting to you, despite the cursed tool taking a majority of the pressure off.

Your energy was butter yellow and burnt red and lithium pink, mixing slowly around your body as you slowly cycled power into the umbrella and the short sword held loosely in your hands.

Satoru ducked around a corner and took a peak at your face. Your eyes were closed.

Smirking quietly to himself, he crept around, Infinity a barrier between himself and the world. For just a little longer...

You jumped when he dropped it, nearly dropping your sword and automatically holding the umbrella high enough for him to fit under it.

"Hah-"

"Speechless?"

You gaped at him, mouth hanging open.

He nodded as if you'd just confirmed it. "This is what they don't tell you about marriage. Making someone's heart race is important even after the wedding. We'll probably be together forever at this rate."

You mouth closed and then went a little wobbly.

"It's hot," you finally said, miserably. "And it's too sunny."

He couldn't hold back his laughter as he stepped closer and folded himself around you. Your scent tingled pleasantly in his nose and your skin was warm from both heat and light, like a sun-warmed blanket.

"Oh," you said faintly, "you're cool," and you all but melted against him.

"You could just go inside," Satoru said. "I sent the students off on an adventure. We wouldn't be bothered."

"That sounds nice," you murmured, but didn't make any move away from him.

He didn't either. He didn't feel much like letting go yet.

⬖ Orange Kazoo

Sometimes, you reminded yourself through your already strained patience, Satoru just needed to be left alone to make noise.

For a moment, you considered begging him for just a little peace, but you knew he was doing this for your benefit. Shibata Kin was a difficult pill to swallow.

"I never expected anyone to send Six Eyes to join us."

It was the weakest and most recent of Shibata's barbs. The oily way he said it and the implication that anyone would dare to subordinate Satoru to this boot licker rankled.

Satoru crinkled the package extra loud on a bit of melon bread and smiled. "I was in the neighborhood."

He took a bite, chewed and swallowed while you flipped through the mission report on a clipboard.

You sighed, exhaling your worry, and handed it back. "Let's go then. It looks like all the victims disappeared from the same place so we should start there."

That place was a building that straddled a moderately busy subway station and stacked part of a shopping mall, a cluster of private clinics, and a cram school all on top of each other.

Satoru trailed behind through the store, stopping at kiosks and chatting with saleswomen, picking up and putting down objects.

You could feel Shibata's irritation transform into something far less internal as he turned to you.

"He's like a child," he remarked coolly. "Sure we shouldn't just ditch him? The curse doesn't sound that hard to deal with since I've got you."

When you ignored him, he kept talking.

"He shouldn't even be here," the man drawled.

You shrugged. "Well he is."

Shibata sourly appeared to swallow whatever else he wanted to say. You turned around to see where Satoru had gone to. The thought of being stuck with the bitter other sorcerer was worse than waiting for them to pick their bickering back up.

He waved a stuffed cat in sunglasses at you and nodded eager agreement when you pointed out a cute little sparrow holding an umbrella on a shelf behind him. Sometimes, it was best to just humor Satoru and play along.

When you turned back, Shibata Kin was gone.

Since you were all concealing your residuals from the curse you expected was in the building, you had no idea where he went.

You looked over your shoulder. Satoru was gone too.

Well.

You tapped your fingers over your pocket and then decided to let them go. Satoru always seemed to know where to find you and Shibata had called you here as backup. You should probably go kill what you were looking for before it nibbled on him.

Many fewer curses than you expected lingered in the shopping mall. They were bizarre places with as many secret passageways as an ancient castle. Away from the popular shops and crowds, it quickly grew quiet and the bright gleam of displays gave way to more neglected halls.

On your way, you passed a small bank of capsule machines. You crouched down, and smiled faintly to yourself. Abandoned in the furthest reach of the shopping mall, almost near to where a service entrance lead to another stretch of winding halls and tunnels, the items here were both ancient (by city standards) and ridiculous.

Packages of candy that still held their shine but were likely far past their expiration date sat beside tiny figurines of a frog-shaped toddler in a little red hat. You grimaced back at those and moved on.

Near the end of the row was a machine that sold tiny musical instruments, plastic and paper and probably terrible sounding, but it wasn't expired food or frog children. You stuck a few coins into the slot and turned the dial.

An acid green ball spat out from the slot.

You picked at the latches on its side while you found your way further and further into the little used corridors.

There was a flash of something, like a burst of camera illumination from behind a door on your right.

You slipped through it, pulling your blade free from its sheath at the small of your back, and emerged into a tunnel that looked to be connecting to the nearby subway station. Not far ahead, the darkened path split into two.

You flipped the sword around so its blunt edge rested against your forearm and sprinted, dashing across the intersection.

A blur of motion came at you. As it grazed by, you snatched at that movement and sprang into the air, high enough to crouch on the ceiling of the tunnel.

The curse was a near perfect twin of the one a little ways down the way the attack had come, which should have maybe been your first hint. The one that had come at you was grinning, its face a rictus mockery of a theater mask.

They both sat, crouched like toads. You feinted toward the one that had come towards you, and at the last minute flew down to the other, its mouth bent in a painted looking frown.

It backed up in surprise, but not far enough and your blade nicked through the face, which was hard like dense wood. The air around your other hand shimmered in heat, as you struck for the thing's cavernous eyes.

It emitted a furious, scolding gurgle that almost reminded you of some of the window teachers from high school, and swallowed the burst of heat before it could crackled around it into full flame.

You hardly had time to reinforce your body with cursed energy before you were blasted from two directions, letting the momentum carry you and trying to wrap the more opposing forces and the roaring sound of displaced air into your own cursed energy. But something about it resisted you, and you were unable to absorb as much of the attack as you usually would.

A racking shiver radiated through your body right before you were caught by a broad hand on your back.

"Hi," Satoru said sweetly.

"Hi," you panted, automatic, eyes still fixed on the curse.

"What's going on?"

You looked up at him with incredulity.

Hoisted in his other arm was the limp body of your other companion.

Satoru's head cocked to the side, curious as he looked at the curse.

"I don't know yet. I hit it and then--" the mask of the frowning curse was ash blasted and the notch from your first strike still there, but it was not as damaged as expected.

You regained your footing and stood upright.

"If I give it another go I think I can figure it out."

He tilted his head.

You sized up the two curses waiting outside the reach of Satoru's infinity.

"Oh." You reached into your pocket and handed him the green orb.

"What's this?"

"Dunno," you said with a faint smile. "I got it for you."

"Aww, you shouldn't have."

Maybe not. Satoru thinks gachapon are funny, you should show him the line of machines if you get out of here the same way you come in, then he can choose something himself. You still have a few coins on you.

You flew at the grinning curse, both hands on the hilt of your blade, cursed energy flashing into a point a good six inches out from where the metal itself ended.

You held, crystalizing your own movement for a moment and stared deep into the thing's empty eyes.

It twitched, and then its arm moved and you slashed downward, intending to cleave the limb away.

The blade hit, you knew it did. You were able to dodge the attack you anticipated from the smiling curse. The frowning curse in front of you struck back, almost at the same time.

You pulled on some of the reserved momentum you'd held back in your initial strike and barely twisted out of the way.

You lifted the gleeful cackles of the twinned curses from the air and tried to twist them into a crackling rope of flame to surround the grinning one again. As you had expected, the damage did not seem to completely take and you were forced to duck when a bolt of heat tried to sear your back, culminating in another blast that shook the tunnel and thew you once more.

"That's enough."

Satoru appeared at your side again, pulling you back behind the shield of his power when the curse's retaliation threatened to cut through you.

"This one's a bad match for your technique," he murmured thoughtfully.

"Is it reflecting through the faces?" you asked, catching your breath.

He hummed.

Absently, you realized you could scent the sharp, fresh smell of citrus on his breath - the smell of the biting orange flavored candy you'd shared with him on the train ride here.

"If it reflects yours too--" you trailed off. What you did was firmly in the realm of the "real" and Satoru's abilities were not. If this curse were to reflect back blue, or red, or heaven forbid purple... well you'd never seen or asked up until if Satoru could stop his own techniques. It seemed a tactical oversight in this moment.

Satoru stepped forward.

"Stabilize him," he instructed flatly. He'd tossed Shibata Kin's still body where he had been standing barely a minute before.

The curses had moved closer and pressed together, beginning to meld into one another before your eyes. The damage you had already done was fading further.

You knelt at Shibata's side, shaking back your sleeves. "You know this is going to poison him."

You carefully set two fingers underneath his right collarbone, and three a few ribs below his heart on the left and focused in on the flickers of electricity that powered a human body.

"Oh well." Satoru's grin was a baring of teeth. "He'll get over it better than being dead."

You could sense the arrhythmic flutter of Kin's heart, like the popping scatter of an overloaded lamp, like a fractured version of that flash you had sensed earlier.

"You know he was trying to set you up right?" Satoru asked as he batted away an experimental chunk of rubble the curse tossed his way with a flick of his wrist. The stone was aimed right for the face of the smiling curse and even as it hit, it seemed to bounce back, hitting Satoru's shield and falling to the ground.

You sparked a bit of your energy to pure electricity, sending it jumping from one side of Shibata Kin's chest to the other.

"It crossed my mind," you admitted, murmuring as you concentrated. "But I didn't pursue the thought."

Satoru snorted. Yes, alright it was more likely you'd decided thinking about it too hard was going to distract you from the mission but you were here anyway.

You counted the pulse of electricity between your fingers to your own heartbeat until Kin's matched, or at least matched better than before.

When you pulled your hands away, Satoru cracked his knuckles. It looked like he was going to go in for physical attacks.

"You might need to manage the tunnel," he said.

Yet another reason this was a bad match up, not just for you but for him. Satoru did best in wide open spaces where he had room to move and didn't need to worry too much about collateral damage. Dropping a ton of rock on your heads and collapsing the buildings above sounded like a thing that could happen.

You had barely pressed your hands to the ground when Satoru was off like a shot.

The curse wasn't that strong - a high end second grade or low level first grade at best given that it wasn't itself attacking to provoke a response - but it split into those two halves of itself and reformed again as needed to minimize the impacts Satoru rained upon it or flank him.

Limitless lay against his skin between each strike so he remained unmarked, but the cavernous space still rocked with noise and dust shook from the gaps between tiles. You steadied it best you could, absorbing the oscillations and dampening the noise.

It did not take long for the frowning curse to realize what you were doing and send the smiling one racing for you. With one hand on the ground and one on your sword, brimming with unspent potential, you raised the point.

"Nah ah." This seemed at once to you and the monster charging your way. Satoru appeared in its path and bodily kicked it away.

It did not take long after for the twinned curses to be dispatched. Although the only reason you weren't holding your breath is because you were gritting your teeth with the effort of holding the ground together and trying not to shake apart yourself.

Satoru in motion, in a fight, particularly when physical constraint demanded more of his ingenuity, was always a sight to behold.

He came back to you looking unfairly dewy post exertion, with his hair in a sort of windswept disarray, the fabric around his shoulders bunched up. He shrugged out the wrinkles and dusted off his hands.

Your briefly pressed a hand to his knee after you steadied the last tremor from the ground.

"Thank you."

Satoru tapped his forefinger twice against your temple as he walked by. "A feedback loop between you and that thing would have been very messy."

You stood up, swaying slightly.

Even though Satoru would have happily dragged Shibata to the exit point, you insisted on tugging him upright and at least moving him through the air to a place where the three of you could safely rest and call a car.

You had settled him against a wall and were calling Akari when he finally stirred.

"What happened?" Shibata asked weakly.

You turned around to look at him and from Shibata Kin's tepid expression and the sound of shifting cloth behind you, you assumed Satoru must have copied your movement.

Still, you gave him a faint smile and couched down beside him. He didn't have the strength to move away as you grabbed his wrist and felt his pulse. It was thready, but he'd be good enough to get the rest of the way above ground until an actual doctor could take a look at hime.

"We're all alive," you explained unnecessarily.

Shibata Kin's eyes moved from your face to over your shoulder. Sweat beaded his brow and upper lip.

From behind you came a buzzing hum, somewhat approximating a sad tuba. Waa wa wa waaaaaaaa, it trailed off.

Satoru had a the wide end of a grape purple kazoo held between his teeth, his sunglasses already exchanged for the bandages he'd had wrapped around his eyes.

Only just in time, you ducked your face into your shoulder and hid a smile.

⬖ Pet rock

You were walking down some quiet residential street, trying to match the map to the trail of the curse you were tracking. It was not very intelligent, but it had a pernicious little ability to draw other curses to it under the banner of a powerful command. You'd been swatting third and fourth grades out of the air as you chased it, trying to wear down its arsenal.

It wasn't a terribly good strategy however and the thing had been winding its way through side streets to buy time. If you could get in closer, you could chop away at more of its train of screaming fears, maybe get a head start on the main peril. Thus the attempt at navigating and figuring out its destination so you could cut it off.

At least Hirano-san would be happy. Maybe. Culling curses required balance; they were their own little ecosystem. As long as the things aren't eating anyone, a certain amount of apex predators in an area could be a deterrent, like the old practice of putting powerful relics out like roach traps. Have the inevitable critters fight and eat one another rather than their human hosts.

A notification popped up over the map, and then another after it.

You felt your shoulders drop as you recentered yourself with a faint smile.

At your hotel later that night, you recalled that Satoru had sent you a message. You fell onto the bed, wrapped up in the hotel bathrobe.

It was... nice, knowing that someone was waiting at home for you. Or if not at home, he was still busy as ever, out there in the world somewhere, thinking of you. Weirdly normal.

The message was a picture. You blinked up at it. Two little rocks and a flower growing out of a crack in the pavement to shade over them.

>> ?

Almost immediately you saw three dots appear.

<< it's us!

Is it? you thought skeptically, looking at the picture again.

The dots again.

<< You don't think so :(?

Your phone was buzzing in your hand before you had even a moment to answer.

It startled you enough to drop the phone.

Owww

"You took so long to answer. This is photography, are you discouraging my new passion? It could go on a greeting card."

The word salad was meaningless and silly, weightless.

"I dropped you on my nose," you said, eyes closed as you rubbed the spot the corner of your case had hit.

"Were you that surprised by it?"

A pause.

"It's cute." The notion of it and the fact that he'd sent it to you was cute.

"It is cute right?" His voice was bright but not overly loud through the phone, for which you were grateful, already settling into warmth. "The flower is poisonous too."

You curled up on your side and held the phone close. Maybe he'd get lucky and you would find something cute to send back to him.

⬖ Puddle jumping

a/n: You have no idea how much googling I had to do to figure out what the prompt meant. I am not on the tick-tock app lol or, I've found, a fan of this meme... the implication that girlfriends ask useless questions as a rule seems sort of meh. So I mostly kept to my original response to this which was "i don't know what that is and honestly probably neither does alpha"

Satoru was herding you down the sidewalk, occasionally listing one way or the other to get you out of the way of other pedestrians. Sometimes he did it for the simple fascination of how you swayed along by him like you were on a tether. Even while you eyes were all but fixed skyward, you stayed roughly the same distance from him.

It was the first day of sun after days of rain and also one of the first days he had off with you in so many apart. He had been too restless the day before, back off a bad mission that had more to do with the desperate unpredictability of people than the intrinsic darkness of curses. You had not resisted him when he drew you out, stifled by the low clouds and humidity and longing for openness. Even with Infinity blocking the rain, it had felt like being closed in again.

Relieved of their burden, the clouds had gone from iron grey to diaphanous white and pealed up and away in swaths like billowing curtains. This is what you were watching - their retreat from the earth. They had come so low they wrapped around skyscrapers and telephone poles on their back to their usual place.

Satoru watched the drowned earth. You had cut through a tree lined walk. The rich soil was churned and muddy and the long bodies of worms that had been washed out or crawled up were strewn about.

Your and Satoru's steps made no mark as he stretched Infinity over and around the two of you. Neither of you tread upon those blind, waterlogged creatures.

Satoru stepped behind you to allow a cluster of high schoolers to pass and hid a faint wrinkle of his nose as they squealed and ran by, realizing they were stepping on some of the remains.

Your umbrella was folded and carried at your side, and you tilted your head back at him, looking a little sun-drunk. He smiled at you. He could see the reflection of the sky in your gaze.

He adopted a pout, snickering internally as you immediately seemed to regain some awareness and a wary anticipation entered your expression.

"Would you still like me if I was a worm?" he asked.

You blinked at him. "Is this one of those things you learned from the kids?"

He slouched a bit, crowding into your space. "Would you still love me if I was a worm," he wheedled.

"Are you turning into a worm?" you asked, slightly panicked, hand going to his arm as though to check if he was going as wet and floppy as the poor things on the ground.

"I'm going to turn into one if you don't answer my question."

The last of the distracted fog lifted from your eyes as you shook yourself. You took his hand and pulled him close to let another couple pass you on the walk. They inclined their head in thanks.

There was no rush to get where you were going and you tugged him along a smaller path that cut under a row of thick-branched trees so you could walk side by side unimpeded.

"I still liked you when you were a semi-sentient six sided die," you pointed out, smiling slightly.

"It's not the same," he whined a bit, drawing out the words in a sing-song fashion.

"Isn't it? I'm not sure a die eight kilometers under the ocean is more useful than a worm."

"Hmph."

"Although I really hope the worm thing is hypothetical."

"Why?"

"Because with our luck that would mean I'm a worm too."

Satoru huffed a faint sound of amusement. "Nooo. You'd still be some kind of bird." He patted your back. "Don't worry I'll make sure to crawl out late so you can still be in time to eat me all up."

"... Are you propositioning me or telling me to hurry up?"

"Walk faster or I'll step on the backs of your shoes."

You did. The two of you walked faster and faster until you were all but chasing one another out of the park, laughing lightly as you dodged the spots of wet on the ground.

#ask answered #thanks for the little prompts #i started writing these when I felt a bit drained and it was nice to have some short things to work on #...I might have gone a little nuts with the banners whoops #also battle scenes always take forever to write it's good practice but ugh #that's why orange kazoo is so long #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #lots of cellphone use for these 21st century kids #jjk #omegaverse #but no mention of omega/alpha so it's like another implied omegaverse thing i'm bad at this #alpha!reader #got it in before midnight my time so still Wednesday! #from the notebook

[fan-goddess]

For your kinktober requests, I just think that Ettore + breeding… 🙂

Authors note: I see exactly what you mean! Though I’ve gone more canon Ettore with this as a test, and I sort of am satisfied? I kinda went less breeding than I wanted cause I went with reader POV rather than Ettore who trust me is a lot more vocal in his head than in person. Still, I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: P in v sex, breeding kink, SA content, very dubious consent, dirty talk, tread lightly with this big warning bellow (if I miss anything important you think I should add let me know)

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

THIS IS A DARKER FIC THAN THE ONES I USUALLY WRITE, SO PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION BEFORE YOU READ

The ship was lonely as hell, but that fact was nothing you hadn’t already figured out before.

Relationships were strictly forbidden, by the orders of Dr Dibs. The woman said it was due to the fact it’s interfere too much with her research. Although, it also could’ve easily been due to the fact she’s just a psychotic cunt who wants everyone to be as miserable as she is. Anyone with eyes could see that she herself was making eyes at one of the men named Monte. Yet no matter how many times he seemed to deter himself away from her, the bitch never seemed to take away the idea of no as an option.

Though it seemed Dibs wasn’t the only one who didn’t understand the whole no relationships of any kind business.

There was also Ettore.

Ettore, whatever his last name was, was to put it simply, a perverted creep. His eyes would rake over your body everytime you entered the same room as him, and he’d always have this smug smirk as his face whenever you caught him.

What was worse however than hating it, was actually thinking about his smug face in the box whenever you got the urge to. Thinking about him smirking in the skin of your neck as you bounced on his cock, made your skin flush in embarrassment and your mind reel in lust.

You were content though. Living in the sweet ignorant bliss of your thoughts practically everyday. Until one afternoon, that bubble of ignorant bliss was popped by none other than Ettore himself.

It was an unknown day as you were leaving the box. The outside was always dark. For all you knew you could’ve been awake at 2AM and going to bed at midday. Yet still, you already knew you’d never forget this day, no matter the darkness.

“Going somewhere?” The sudden noise made you jump in shock as you grip you chest in fear. Yet when you turn around to accuse whoever scared you, the words die on your tongue as you made eye contact with those same predatory eyes you recognised all too well. Ettore.

“Just, just to the games room.” You stutter. It’s not a complete lie. You needed something to distract you from the horrors of a life you’ve lead yourself to live. Who knows… maybe a beaten up rubix cube could fix that need…

“Hm…” You hate how your body somehow has a physically reaction to that noise. The heated flush you can feel in your cheeks makes you feel almost coy for the first ever since you were forced on the hell like ship.

“Well, that doesn’t sound right. Though what’s good for me, as I think you’re lying right now…” His voice feels like it’s dripping with venom, and his eyes hold the same glint predators have when they successfully manage to trap their prey.

You try to move past him, to get to the ladder to escape this version of hell. Yet as soon as you get close enough to him, his hands grab at the skin of your arm and push you to the steel walls of the room, his face so close to yours that you could practically feel his warm breath on your face.

“What the-“

“You were moaning my name in the box princess…” As he said this, the single hand that he wasn’t using to subdue you was being used to practically fondle your body firmly and without regret. When he gets to the swell of your breasts, a sharp hiss is released when his fingers roughly tug on your chest through your thin shirt. “Needy cocktease…” He groans as he gropes you.

“Please stop…” You whisper, your heart racing like a fish caught in a corner by a shark.

“No. I don’t think I will. Needy cockteases always want it in the end…” He doesn’t stop to ask if you want this as he pulls down your trousers and pants in one rough tug, and when you try to turn your head away and get some leverage to run, a hand of his rough grabs at the skin of your throat and squeezes carelessly in a warning manner.

He doesn’t seem to care when you begin to gasp and cough from the lack of air. If anything, it seems to make the bulge that pokes into the skin of your leg harder.

“I’m going to fuck you now. And when I cum, I’m going to do it deep inside of you so it takes root. And when that fucking bitch of a doctor looks at you, it’ll be too late for her to stop it. When I’m done with you, you’re going to be fucking dripping of me, and you’re going to take it like a good whore.”

His words make the hair on your neck crawl from a mixture of horror, disgust, and self-loathing at the fact a part of you is enjoying this treatment. It’s that same part of you can’t stop yourself from nodding in agreement at his words.

You can’t bring yourself to look at him when he brings down his own loose shorts, nor can you bring yourself to give him the satisfaction of a reaction when he thrusts himself inside of you.

Yet even so, a sharp hiss you can’t stop yourself from releasing is let out into the skin of his neck when he practically begins to fuck you.

His murmurs are illegible, and yet still they somehow sound so loud. You don’t even have to actually listen to know what he’s saying. His words from earlier and his body language says it all.

His hands focus no more on subduing you, to your relief, now that you’ve practically gone limp in his arms. Instead, they grip so hard on your hips you already know they’ll leave visible bruises no later than tomorrow morning.

No preparation was really needed given the fact you were fucking yourself on a fake cock not even half an hour ago. Yet even still, it’s a strange sort of thrill you feel when you realise your body accepts him. That even though your brain is screaming at you to tell him to stop his assault, your body is clinging tighter with a degree of roughness you never knew you had.

“Ettore please” You have no idea what it is your begging for at this point. Your brains too far gone to tell if this has become a cry for help or a cry for more. Either way, Ettore listens with a selective ear.

His cock slams inside of you harder, and the grip he has on your hips somehow tightens as his hand manoeuvres to press at your lower stomach, where you can practically feel his cock hitting your sweet spot with a wanton cry.

You can feel the fiery hot feeling of pleasure trickling down your spine, and when you try to tell Ettore you’re close, all you the noise you can make is a pathetic whine.

“Aw… is my little whore drunk on my cock already? Are you gonna cum is that it? Is that why you’re mewling on my cock like a kitten? Well good for you kitten, cause the feeling of your tight cunt is gonna make me cum. And I know exactly where I’m gonna do it… stuff all of it in you till your dripping.”

Your brain finally kicks in as you beg for him to stop. To give you mercy. But all he replies with is a devilish smirk and a sharp slap to your confined tits as you cry out.

“Don’t you dare tell me what to do…” He says with a dark glare.

When you cum on his cock, a strangled noise you didn’t even realise came from you is released for all to hear. Yet it’s released time and time again as Ettore continues to use you for his pleasure.

Your whimpers louden as your nerves practically catch alight with pleasure. Your whole body feels as though it is on fire as it burns with overstimulation, and yet when it is quenched by another orgasm, you almost wish for it to be let alight again.

With a groan though, you can feel Ettores body stiffen as he cums inside of you, and his hand pushing almost painfully on your womb. As if to try and feel where his seed fills you to the brim.

When he eventually releases your body from his hold though, the exhaustion hits you suddenly, and you slump against the wall to not fall to the floor.

You watch Ettore in silence as he puts his softening cock back inside of his shorts, before barely looking at your still half naked body.

“I’ll see you soon. Can’t let you go unfilled for too long…” He smirks, before walking and climbing up the ladder, leaving you all alone.

You continue to stand there in silence, and a shudder of a breath you didn’t realise you were holding escapes you as his spent leaks from your cunt down your thighs.

You place one of your hands where he held you so intently, and you find you can still feel the warmth of your where his touch lingered on your skin.

Maybe that is what it’ll be like now with your new found relationship with Ettore? A constant state of burning…

#ettore smut #ettore fan fiction #ettore fanfiction #ettore fanfic #ettore x reader #ettore fic related #ettore/reader #ettore #high life #high life fanfic #high life fanfiction #ewan mitchell fanfiction #ewan mitchell character #my works #kinktober #my kinktober

[ladybellissima]

Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 19

The strong waves of the sea clashed against the surface and let thousands of water droplets covering the sand. The sound was calming, relaxing, but the situation wasn't nearly comfortable. Finally after running like crazy, Luffy reached the ship with the others and was met with a horrible sight.

Big mom' s pirate crew were surrounding the Sunny with their ships, while Chopper and the others had a hard time in fighting Perospero. Trapped inside his candy, not only the ship was unable to move, the others were slowly running low of air.

"You bastards… Get your hands off of my nakamaaa!", Luffy shouted angered and was about to crash the candy, but a familiar mochi wall stopped his attack.

"It would be better to think about yourself straw hat.", a dangerous voice got his attention and he was met with the angered gaze of  (Y/N)'s husband. Katakuri Charlotte.

Growling they looked each other in the eye like waiting for the other to attack. Katakuri was already exploding inside of anger to finally meeting Luffy, who destroyed everything they had been working on really hard the past few days and on top taking his wife, but to see that (Y/N) was missing ,let his blood pressure raise and body tremble even more.

"Where is my wife.", he growled dangerously and let Luffy raise his eyebrows. 

Before Luffy was able to answer, a loud explosion erupted by the ship and Perospero screamed out in pain. The candy slowly disappeared and let Luffy's crew on the ship cough exhausted. Badly wounded Perospero fell down to his knees, while his look found the serious one of his brother.

"Brother…Katakuri…. I am so sorry… I tried my best to help you out and to make it up to you…", he whispered and fell from the ship and down onto the beach uncouncious. Brulee looked after him worried and called out his name over and over again.

But not only did the Charlottes lose a fight.

"Pedro!!!", Nami and the others shouted shocked, while their loyal friend, who guarded the ship with all he got, took his last breath and crashed to the ground.

" What's the meaning of this!? ", Luffy growled and felt his heart stop for a moment, after noticing his crying crew.

" Luffy… He safed us by attacking Perospero and activating a bomb, he… he is dead…", Nami cried out with the others and let him gasp of shock, but before he could really comprehend what happened, another scream of pain echoed through the air. Quickly jumping on his ship, Luffy found Katakuri, who stepped on one of his crew members.

" Get off of carrot you bastard!!", he shouted and attacked him. Katakuri quickly blocked his attack and found himself trapped in Luffy's big gum hand. Bored his look found his angered one.

"Good, now that I have your attention. Tell me immediately… where is my wife?", Katakuri growled pissed. His mind was racing of thousands scenarios what could have happened to her. The moment the straw hats had arrived, his heart skipped a beat and hopefully, he looked out to catch a glimpse of her beautiful face. To see her bright smile again, to see that she was okay and finally safe by his side. But then the clouds darkened, after realizing she wasn't there, while his mother was stomping through the woods like a maniac. And the first question which haunted his mind was.

What did they do?

Distracted by his worries, Luffy was able to grab his sister Brulee and with Katakuri still in his other grip, he jumped into a mirror, which laid on the ground, to enter the mirro world. Falling down onto the floor, Brulee quickly crawled away and out of the dangerous atmosphere. Smirking Luffy got up and balled his fists.

"Now I can fight you without any distractions…", he spoke angered and crashed the window to stop anyone to get back to his ship.

Katakuri growled in anger and got into a fighting stance.

"(Y/N) is worried about you mochi guy!", Luffy started seriously and let Katakuri stop in his tracks.

"I am not an asshole and I told her that I will tell you her message. Even if you don't deserve it. ", he added.

"Where is she? What have you done to her. I will kill you.", Katakuri shouted angered and pulled himself together to get informations about her whereabouts.

"She is on the way to cacao Island with Pudding and Sanji. We never hurt her and protected her of any harm. She wanted to stay out of this to avoid getting in your way…", he spoke and got into a fighting stance as well.

"Now that you know I can fight you. I am glad that I asked for her forgiveness, because I am gonna beat you here and now! ", Luffy announced seriously, while Katakuri thought about his words.

"That sounds like her….Your crew is the reason of her getting in trouble in the first place. Why did you then kidnap her? For informations? What intention did you have.?! ", Katakuri asked angered and images of her last kidnapping popped up in his mind. Could he really believe his words that she was okay?

" We did nothing. It was an accident. One of my crew members thought she is in danger.", Luffy spoke seriously and had a staring contest with him. Katakuri was deep in thought about what to do. It seemed possible and it sure was believable that (Y/N) said those things.

" For now I have to believe you and trust in her. She is still recovering and weak, but a bunch of idiots like you wouldn't notice. I am glad she is in good hands now and not with the enemy anymore.", Katakuri spoke and hoped that his sister would have a good look on her. Luffy felt a stinging pain in his chest of hearing that. He didn't realize that her wounds were that bad.

" I will fight you and after I got rid of you I will take her back where she belongs. You will pay for taking her away from me.", he growled and shot mochi balls into Luffy's direction. Dodging and jumping out of the way Luffy smirked.

"Sorry (Y/N), I will sure overdo it. ", he thought and collected his energy to start his fight with the strongest of the sweet commanders.

xxx

The fresh air blew against her face, while they flew with high speed towards cacao Island. In a way it felt good and let her ease the pain in her legs. Sighing deeply (Y/N) realized how exhausted her body and soul was. Sitting now on this carpet she was finally able to rest a bit.

"Katakuri…", she thought and missed his presence beside her. She knew it was better to join Pudding then getting to the ship. And she knew that he would have been there. But she also knew that things would become complicated if she and everyone else was there. His mother with her hunger pang, Luffy and his crew, siblings of him who were ready to fight. She would get in the way like at the tea party and that would only cause problems again.

"We are almost there.", Pudding called out and pointed to an island in the distance. (Y/N)'s gaze met hers and Pudding quickly turned away.

Was she afraid of her?

Shouldn't it be otherwise?

After all she was the one who played evil tricks. Silently (Y/N) watched her uneasy gaze unsure of how to speak with her. Sanji pulled her out of her thoughts by tapping her shoulder and nodding towards Pudding to go on. Sighing she got up and sat beside her on the top of the carpet, her look directed to the beautiful view of the sea.

"I have to admit, I was really surprised of your actions…", (Y/N) started and got her attention immediately.

"I found you really nice, kind and beautiful. I felt comfortable around you and told you my fears. It was relieving in having someone to talk to. To share the same fate connected us in a way.. But it was all a lie…or is there a chance that of all the kind words you told me, that there was something the truth? ", she asked sadly and let Pudding gasp of shock. Ashamed she avoid (Y/N) 's gaze for a moment to collect her thoughts. She never had planned to become friends with someone. She gave up on this dream many years ago, but out of nowhere (Y/N) stepped into her life and all her sadness, nightmares and fears to get hurt again, were clouding her mind about what was real.

"(Y/N) I am sorry… ", she spoke and looked up to the beautiful woman beside her.

"I also got in trouble because of you right? The styling, your time passing in showing me some places. I know now how important tea parties are for Mama and how quickly she could take someone's life.", (Y/N) shocked Pudding in coming straight the point.

"I am sorry (Y/N)… I was jealous. I was frustrated about getting treated so kindly. No one ever did that… and I was jealous that you were pushed into a marriage, which lead you to your luck and have someone you like…I didn't believe it. I couldn't… but believe me that I never wanted that the party escalated that much. I am so sorry that big brother Katakuri and you fighted because of me. I am relieved to see that you are still getting along well… ", Pudding spoke while tears rolled down her face. (Y/N) sighed deeply and hugged her for comfort which let her cry even more.

" Our fight would have come sooner or later… It helped a lot to say what was on our minds…", (Y/N) spoke calmly and let her cry.

" I forgive you, but you have to earn my trust again. I still believe that you are a good person Pudding. And even if you don't believe me. I think you are beautiful. I would never lie about something like that. ", she told her and brushed her tears away.

"(Y/N) ~swan your kind words are touching my heart. Pudding~swan don't cry.. ", Sanji interrupted them with his love sick cheering and let the two girls chuckle.

" I will also help you with the cake. It will be finished faster. If Katakuri and Mama likes my doughnuts then it sure will help you too.", she spoke and surprised everyone.

"(Y/N)~swan could bake doughnuts?! How sweet like youuuu..", Sanji spoke, while Pudding felt her jealousy take over. But in a way it was different with (Y/N), because she knew that her heart would always belong to Katakuri. Nodding happily she hugged her again and felt relieved to finally had spoken about everything with (Y/N).

"We are here!", Pudding told them happily and took (Y/N) 's hand of excitement.

"Let's get things started and bake a wedding cake for Mama!", she spoke more than motivated than before.

Entering cacao Island they were met with the whole cake Islands top chefs. Pudding knew that Sanji would get in trouble as a known enemy of them. So she erased their memories and let them believe that the tea party was held like planned. Taking his hand in hers she waved happily and told them how happy she was as his wife. (Y/N) found that quite impressive how skilled Pudding was to trick everyone so quickly. Sanji didn't mind either because he was in his own world of hearts after feeling her beautiful body pressed against his. Leading them into a kitchen, (Y/N)'s eyes got big like saucers of the high tech equipment and variations of sweets.

"Great isn't it? Baking sweets is our main priority so we Charlottes only work with top ingredients and machines.", Pudding announced proudly and ordered the chefs around to take their plan into action.

Chiffon started to make the base chiffon cake and was relieved to have (Y/N) 's help. She was stunned how quickly and skilled Katakuri' s wife handled the dough. Seriously she worked on her own dough,while thinking about her sister Lola, who didn't have such a luck like her brother.

"Is your baby okay Chiffon? I noticed that he wasn't with you, but wasn't able to ask sooner. The little one must be missing you dearly..such a sweet baby boy.", (Y/N) 's caring words let her smile brightly.

"Don' t worry he is a tough one. Did you also plan in having one?", Chiffon asked happily and let (Y/N) cough furiously. Shocked she waved her hands in front of her flustered. "I.. I… Think that's too early to speak about. You see Katakuri and I are taking things slow. So..", she stuttered embarrassed to even think about the act in making one.

His trained body on hers, taking her roughly and kissing her….

Red as a tomato she quickly avoid Chiffon's amused expression and worked again.

Kissing him…

The thought of it let her heart flutter, but she knew all too well that it was a forbidden touch. Biting her lip bitterly she tried to push the longing feeling away.

" Did he show you what's behind the scarf?", Chiffon asked out of the blue and surprised her. It was like she knew what (Y/N) was thinking. Sighing she gave her a sad smile.

"No. I think he isn't trusting me enough to show whatever he is hiding underneath.", she spoke calmly while getting the dough into a form. Chiffon felt bad for asking.

"But it's okay. I have to earn his trust first. I will wait as long as he needs and if he still doesn't want to… Then I accept it. Because I like him the way he is. With and without this scarf.", (Y/N) smiled brightly and let Chiffon gasp of her beautiful words.

" Look Chiffon your cake is ready. Good it looks amazing. And the smell! Incredible! ", (Y/N) pulled her out of her thoughts and she looked at the childish and cheering girl beside her. Chuckling she gave her a friendly clap on her shoulder and hoped that (Y/N) would always stay this happy her entire life.

#katakuri x reader #karakuricharlotte #romance #fanfiction #charlotte katakuri #one piece

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Whilst I'm at it, if the cast decided to write fanfiction, would they write, what tropes would they be fond of and who would be writing the filthiest and freakiest of smut you can think of.

Ok so assuming everyone had to write one and they couldn't say no this is what I came up with

Takemichi- superhero fic, very cliche, follows pretty much every trope. It's dedicated to Hina too (she loved reading it). It's probably got something to do with a 4 leaf clover in the name.

Mikey- Writes fic about Taiyaki kun being the hero, probably a long adventure type story, taiyaki kun rides a motorbike at one point, it's a wild read.

Draken- He'd likely be very big on the found family trope, you just know his fic would be about some rag tag group coming together and bonding to the point of becoming family (the villian is probably based on Hanma).

Hina- oh definitely romance, the hero saves the girl, the girl saves the hero. She just writes the perfect couple and then overcoming any obstacles together in their way.

Emma- Romance #2, she writes the cutest fluff you can think of.

Naoto- Probably a horror mystery with plenty of occult themes and references. He looks key really enjoys writing it so it's probably a long multiple chapter fic, with a bunch of people following it.

Kisaki- Story about the hero however with a major plot twist towards the end showing the hero was actually the bad guy. It's actually very well done and clever despite how cliche it may sound.

Hanma- ok I see two possible ones here, either he takes it seriously and writes one of the most interesting fics ever (hey he knows whats exciting and what makes a good story) or he absolutely does not take this seriously and writes the smuttiest smut to have ever smutted and attempts to annoy the others with it.

Kazutora- i think he might do something a bit different and write it in letter format, as in character's sending letter's to each other. Letter's probably mean a lot to him and he's likely the most comfortable writing in that format so he uses it in his fics.

Baji- Cat story!!!!! There's definitely some kind of big cat fight scene (baji can't resist) but ultimately it's a happy story. He probably also makes a few spelling errors but it's ok since Chifuyu helps him correct anything. 

Chifuyu- Was tempted by Baji's cat story but settles on a person romance instead. It is full of manga references and the girl eventually kisses the guy after he gave her a polkadot based surprise. Probably a soul mate au.

Mitsuya- very detailed fic, like expect everything to have every last detail described (especially people's clothes).

Hakkai- space story! Probably a self insert about him going to space and being a hero (when he comes back mitsuya is incredibly proud of him).

Pah & Peh- They do everything together including fic writing. Definitely a story about two friends (them two), is a happy story about these two friends vs the world.

Smiley- fights, fights and more fights, everyone just wants to beef each other here.

Angry- I think he would write am interactive type fic, like the type where people comment and choose what they want to happen next, I just think he'd enjoy the interactions with people.

Mucho- coffee shop/ bakery au! Actually probably writes about his friends working there, izana is the manager, kakucho the assistant manager, sanzu is a loyal customer, mucho himself prepares the cakes, the Haitani brother's face the customers, mochi handles the drive thru and shion is the dishwasher who keeps breaking things. 

Sanzu- definitely a royalty au about a king and his loyal soldier. 

Inui- probably heavily use the miscommunication causes the main issue trope, he's seen it irl and knows it really can cause a bunch of problems.

Koko- probably a fix it fic, writes about a fire but this time no one dies, the girl gets saved and ends up happily living with her rescuer. This is probably actually something he uses to work through his regrets.

Yuzuha- a cute fic about a sister protecting her brother, she probably beats all the bad guys easily (and the brother's phone lockscreen is of the sister)

Izana & Kakucho- they work together to make another royalty au but this one focusing on the king and his kingdom, the story of this king creating his new world.

Ran- oh definitely a very obvious self insert story. The main character? Flawless hair, everyone loves him, has a little brother who adores him, dresses famously, treated like a celebrity. The guys name is probably like nar or something. Just basically his perfect life, tries to make it very poetic too.

Rindou- probably actually a song fic, the type with lyrics to match the mood. He just expresses himself a lot through music so brings it into his writing too.

Shion- another one with a self insert fic, this one really does go over the top though. Writes himself to practically conquer the world, winning every fight he gets into. 

Senju- Probably a fun adventure fic, I think she would also be pretty big on it being a family adventure/ a found family adventure. 

Wakasa- ok idk exactly why but he gives me those text fic vibes, where two characters are texting each other. I feel like he'd actually kinda unexpectedly enjoying making it too. 

Benkei- Another fic very high on the action, a lot of fights, the characters are likely based on the 1st gen Black dragons.

Shinichiro- Say's he's going to write smut but then gets too embarrassed and ends up with fluff instead. 

South- ok I think he'd also write a kinda lyric fic but instead of lyrics he'd just straight up put musical notes down. He's just so passionate about it and doesn't really care if others don't understand what those mean (he'd passionately explain it to anyone who asked though)

#ok ngl i skipped Taiju cause i got really really stuck on him #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers spoilers

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Can I request a crossover about

Tensura x KNY

Rimuru x Mitsuri! Reader

When Reader has the Same strengh and personality as Mitsuri from KNY

-When an explosion in the middle of the night woke most of the growing village up, most of the warriors were quickly up in arms, thinking it was another attack.

-Rimuru was understandably upset as they had just finished rebuilding from the last attack, where Shizu had been overtaken by Ifrit, and the newcomers that came in the form of the ogres have helped with the process.

-Rimuru just wanted to have a moment of peace once in a while!!

-Rimuru arrived on top of Ranga, seeing Rigurd keeping the others back from a smoking crater, just outside the village, damaging nothing other than some nearby forest plants, “What’s happened Rigurd?”

-The ogres arrived shortly after, Shuna holding onto her brother’s arm, “I sense a tremendous amount of magical energy, but it seems to be fading.”

-The slime bounced over, telling the others to stay back, just in case if there was a threat and he peeked into the crater, finding the crumpled body of the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, even more so than Shion!!

-You had long hair, two toned colored of pink and green, reminded Rimuru of Sakura mochi, some of it pulled into braids, and the rest flying free, wearing a black uniform with long green socks, but many parts were torn, showing off pieces of your beautiful body.

-You were heavily injured, your breathing labored as you were unconscious, a ribbon like sword laying around you, the hilt clutched in your dominate hand.

-Rimuru scanned you and almost instantly received the information about you, *L/N F/N, was sent to this world by powerful demonic magic. Originally from your world where she lived in the Taisho Period. Occupation- Demon Slayer. *

-He hummed quietly before making the decision to take you in, telling the others to prepare a room for you as he hopped down into the crater, enveloping your body into his own body, healing your wounds before he lifted you out of the crater.

-Many were surprised to see a human as Rimuru pulled away from you, taking on his human form as Benimaru kneeled down, sensing your strength, “She’s a human but there’s something… unusual about her. There’s an unnatural strength inside her, but I can sense nothing amiss.”

-Rimuru nodded softly, agreeing with him before telling everyone that you had come from another world, which shocked many of them, as usually those from other worlds are insanely powerful or have been given dangerous abilities.

-Rimuru made the decision to bring you back to his own house, to watch over you just in case if you were going to be a threat. Shion offered to remain as well, to protect her lord but he was able to convince her that he would be able to handle it.

-You woke up a few hours later and almost immediately lunged up, as you had been locked in battle with a powerful demon and you gasped, finding yourself in a simple yukata and your sword was laying nearby.

-You heard a strange sound, one that sounded like water, and you turned, seeing a slime bouncing over to you, “You’re awake!” you squeaked, panicking as you tried to scramble back, “What is- a demon?!”

-Rimuru hopped to sit in front of you, “Nope- I’m just an adorable little slime! My name is Rimuru!” while a bit thrown off to learn that this wasn’t a demon, but a creature known as a slime, you calmed down, “A slime? Where- wait! Where’s the demon?!”

-Rimuru changed into his human form, which shocked you, making you squeak as you fell back again, scared, “Whoa there- you’re safe here! You were transported to this world, just like me! I used to be a salaryman in modern day Japan!”

-His words confused you, not sure about what he meant about modern day Japan, because you didn’t know of an occupation called a salaryman.

-Rimuru was very informative, answering all your questions, curled up in your arms against your large chest, which you weren’t bothered by, seeing it as something harmless as he was only a child, not realizing the truth of the matter, even though he did tell you.

-Rimuru introduced you to Rigurd which was a good idea to do it in his house rather than out in the village, as you punched Rigurd, sending him flying, thinking he was a demon. Rigurd harbored no hard feelings as you groveled before him after Rimuru explained that the demons you knew didn’t exist in this world.

-Rigurd wasn’t bothered, finding your strength impressive for such a delicate looking human, which made you blush cutely from the praise before you told them that your muscles were extremely dense which gave you your unnatural strength but with a drawback being your metabolism was very high.

-Rimuru was furious, learning how you had been treated as you walked around the village with him in your arms, introducing you to others, including the ogres who were nice, but Shion was jealous, pouting at you were holding Rimuru.

-You handed him over and she snuggled him hard, cheering her up while Rimuru was scolding you, with no real malice, telling you to save him as he was handed to Shuna.

-Benimaru, Souei, and Hakurou were all intrigued with your sword and skills, as was a dwarf blacksmith, Kaijin, who was in awe of the craftsmanship of the blade, seeing how flexible but so strong the whip like blade was.

-Since there was no way back to your world, Rimuru offered you a place in his village and you were grateful, bowing lowly to him, thanking him for his kindness and you became one of the defenders of the village, alongside the ogres, and Rimuru’s private pillow, as he enjoyed sitting on your lap, switching between you and Shion at random, usually when Shion would get pouty if Shuna didn’t want a turn.

-You found a kinship with Rimuru as you had both been suddenly taken from your lives, thrown into a world you knew nothing about and had to survive in such a dangerous and harsh world. He enjoyed your company as while your looks and strength were a bit odd, you were a sweet and gentle person, one that was calm and soothing for him, and you found Rimuru to be funny but also a good friend and leader to all.

-You were so happy to have made such good friends with such a cute little slime.

#rimuru tempest #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #mitsuri reader

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 33

Various! Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1k

Milo playlist!

Back to the Start! Previous Next

The night went by quick, your family enjoying the time off you're allowing them to have. Of course you're still enforcing a healthy diet along with regular stretch sessions, but that's the bare minimum at your rank.

The following morning, you found yourself sitting infront of a simple meal- very unlike Milo before a battle so important. WIth his pastel green apron on, he slightly turns to face everyone at the table;

"Sorry guys, I need to do a grocery run."

He opens up the last carton of juice just for Leo, placing it in front of him. While he's beside you, you ask Milo if he'd like it if you joined him to do groceries. He offers a warm smile, mixed with pleasant surprise.

"Of course! We'll leave right after I'm done eating, sound okay?"

You nod, knowing that allows you some time to get dressed and whatnot because he still hasn't sat down to eat.

Before long, you're both standing at the front door, right on time. Very different from how it usually is compared to when Leo tags along.

You adjust your shoes one last time before waving at Leo and Tasha- the both of them preoccupied by their usual activities: Tasha cleansing her weapon and Leo with his eye glued to the TV. Milo sighs and loudly proclaims a goodbye, gaining their attention and telling them to take care, telling Leo he set out some snacks for him.

You always knew how protective he was, but it seemed so absentminded sometimes. He stood behind you nearly the whole train ride, and you could've sworn his smile turned into a slight frown when he saw some guy staring at you a bit too long. He caught you gently when the train stopped a bit too hard, arriving at your destination. A short walk later had you through the doors, Milo grabbing a cart. Money was no longer really an issue these days thanks to your rank, but he still shopped as if he didn't have lots, getting lots of non-name brand stuff. When you finally built up the courage to ask, he said that his mum taught him lots of ways to bake and cook, and the non-name brand stuff was just as good for it.

Not too long in, you ran into some fans. You slightly stood behind him, feeling a little embarrassed being spotted by actual fans in public, but Milo took care of the situation perfectly. He even offered them a hug! One was a sweet little girl, and another, an older boy who was more distant. The brother- you assumed- seemed to be happy for his sister, asking if he could get something signed for her for when she got older. Maybe it was actually for him- that wasn't for you to assume.

You stifled a slightly annoyed laugh noticing how he roamed the aisles exactly like a mother would. Very slow steps, leaning down on the cart often. You trailed beside, pointing at stuff here and there. Every once in a while he'd ask for your opinion between a few things, and you'd remind him that there are no issues getting both.

"Okay, yes- but Leo's gonna go through these packs of gummies in seconds. He doesn't need two boxes."

You shrug and nod- okay, that one's fair. ... Maybe you just wanted some too.

Shopping with him did have some positives despite the sore feet after standing for so long, allowing you to get your favorite cookies and him "treating" you to a plushie. (You could have gotten it yourself, but it just felt more special when he got it for you.)

Then, you pointed to some strawberry mochi. You remember Tasha enjoying traditionally Japanese snacks and foods, so you figured she might like them. Milo's eyes widened a bit and his gaze softened when he quickly nabbed the box. Under his breath he whispered;

"My sister used to love these."

"Used to?" Your question slipped out completely on accident.

He softly nodded. He was quiet for a bit with a warm look on his face, but you noticed the slight furrow in his brow. Of course you wouldn't force it, but you were open to listening.

After a while, you felt the need to apologise. He's usually really talkative, but it seems he was completely lost in thought. He slightly jumps up, and waves his hand dismissively.

"No, no! It's okay- I just-, she was a very sweet individual. I miss her a lot."

"Is she still at home?"

"...No. She's passed to somewhere nicer now."

Oh. OH carp now you really felt bad. How did you not get the hint?! You assumed Milo moved from his home to here and had to leave his sister at home, but duh- of course it wasn't that.

You held your breath, feeling very awkward about bringing it up.

"It's okay, Boss. Really."

"She was younger than me by 8 years. I know, I know- don't think ill of mum though, okay? She was just doing her best, and I was very glad for both of them. Mum's still around, I talk to her every few days. She taught me everything. And my sister, Luna, I loved her so very much."

The two of you went through the checkout together, you helping him put the groceries on the conveyor belt in order. He carried most of the bags himself.

The two of you made it to the train without issues, besides him grabbing another bag from your hands and you barely noticing until it was too late. He teasingly stuck a tongue out, claiming it was good for "strength training". Yeah right.

Once you were walking back home from the train, he finally spoke up again.

"She was... well, believe it or not, I was small and weak at one point in time."

"I wasn't able to protect her."

.

.

.

Mar. 9. 24

Next part

#fanfic #x reader #splatoon manga #splatoon #splatoon manga x reader #splatoon 2 #splatoon 3 #coroika #Spotify

[yuujis-sunshine]

𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐘

𝑲𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒐 𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒊/𝑺𝑯𝒀! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: Keigo and the Reader goes on a date to the bakey and coffe shop.

- 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 -

[Name] was sitting on top of the rooftop, using the sky to use as her background in her drawing. But as she was doing that, her body felt like it was going up in the air. Turns out.. She was since a Nomu had took her by the collar of her shirt and lifted her up in the air. A hero with blond hair, red wings and glasses came and killed the creature with his weather blade. Since the woman was falling in the middle of the air, He managed to catch her just in time from hitting the floor.

Your eyes widened in surprise, seeing who it was.

"You alright?" The voice asked. And to your surprise, it was the No. 2 Hero; Hawks. He was your secret admirer and also the one you have been crushing on for a short amount of time now. "Y-Yes..." She whispered out her mouth nervously.

- 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐄𝐍𝐃 -

She stares at her drawing book, the same exact one that she drawn back then when she had met Hawks for the first time. Not to brag but, she feels totally lucky for going out with THE No. 2 Hero and getting his signature along with his phone number.

"Heyo." A familiar voice said.

[Name] then stops staring at her book and to the person who had spoke. Hawks... She blushed furiously as she puts her book back in her large purse. "Took you long enough..." [Name] whispers to herself. "Sorry for the hold up, I had some errands to do." He apologized with a hand on the back of his neck, while he laughed sheepishly.

They both then headed into the bakery together side by side, as Keigo opened the door for her like a true gentleman would. Keigo and [Name] both sat at a table together, waiting for the waiter to come over.

"So, how did you knew about this place? It's my favorite shop in the world." Keigo asked.

"W-Well... My friend t-told me about this place a while back, so I decided to um... Take you here."

"After all, I am your girlfriend." The blond chuckles at her reply before looking through the menu of baked goodies at the shop. He decided to get the mochis and a latte, while [Name] on the other hand wanted [Japanese Pastry] and [Coffee/Latte/Cappuccino]. The waitress came over and took both of their orders, as the couple told them what they want. She then walks off and left the two alone. Keigo and [Name] had this time to actually know more about each other and had some laughs shared. It was nice to actually find your comfort person, someone who knew how to make you happy, that was Keigo. After staring at each other which almost felt like forever, the waitress came back with their orders and placed them on the table before bowing her head and saying, "Enjoy you two." She walked away and the couple began to enjoy their food together.

He enjoyed his three mochis just like [Name] was with her food. "These are so... delicious." [Name]'s eyes widened as she continued to eat, then drank her beverage she ordered while drawing in her big drawing book. Hawks then stares at the face expressions that she had made until he finally spoke about it.

"You're pretty when you smile, ya know." Hawks said to her smiling after drinking his latte. [Name] on the other hand had almost choked on her pastry and broke her pencil from drawing in her book, as she heard a compliment from the blond man in front of her.

"W-What?"

"You're pretty when you smile." After he repeated that, the [Hair Color] woman then blushed furiously before covering her face with the book. No one never really complimented her before since she was always a shut-in, she hasn't been able to actually talk to anyone since [Name] always not talked but communicated using her notebook. She was afraid that her own voice sounded stupid, but until meeting a friend, she learns that her voice is actually not bad and also that it was okay to actually be your true self. "Start smiling more often." He told her before drinking the last bit of his latte, and decided to pay for the date. [Name] insisted that she should pay, but Hawks payed anyways and took two takeout boxes of pastries with him.

"That was delicious!" The blond smiled at the woman who was walking beside him. She felt happy that they went together on this date, which made her feel more comfortable around him. [Name] smiled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah.." Hawks then smiled back at her, happy that she was also happy during their walks home. Little did they know, that they wanted to keep heading out together and enjoy one's company.

#anime #mha #mha fluff #mha hawks #keigo takami #keigo fluff #keigo takami x reader #keigo x reader #keigo x you #oneshot #fluff #asks open

[jujutsubaby]

The coffee break concept is sooooo adorable I am obsessed!!

From Pochita's, can I order a matcha latte with oat milk and a mochi donut?

a/n: thanks for your ask cutie ❣️ another matcha latte with oat milk lover i see… bee tee dubs my cat’s name is mochi 😻 hope u enjoy n i hope u had fun participating hehe ~

⭐️ WELCOME TO POCHITA'S ! ⭐️

🤍 PAIRING. himeno

🤍 WORD COUNT. 1.1k

you look at your watch. 9:34. 26 more minutes of your break. the weather outside was gorgeous and the cafe wasn’t as crowded as it usually is. probably because it’s the weekend, but nonetheless, you use this as a prime opportunity to make yourself a matcha latte with oatmilk and head outside to make progress on the book you were reading. hm, maybe a mochi donut wouldn’t hurt either. 

you loved working as a barista here, and you wouldn’t change it for the world, but it’s hard to see the quiet of the city during the weekdays when everyone from public safety was scrambling to grab a coffee before their next meeting. you rarely took up weekend shifts, but today just felt different. maybe your monotonous life would change today, despite how far-fetched that sounded. 

you’re far too engrossed in your book, and so you don’t pay attention to who’s coming and going, and who’s waiting outside for their drinks.

“hey, wait, are you reading fourth wing?” you turn to look at the inquisitive voice and come face to face with a woman wearing a public safety uniform and large eyepatch over one of her eyes. the other is bright green and sparkles distractingly at you. her hair is shorn in a practical short haircut, but she pulls it off well, you note. she smells slightly of cigarettes and peppermint, and leans a little too close when looking over your shoulder, but strangely, you don’t mind.

“o-oh, yeah, it is” you say, taken aback by her. “i loved that book! finished it in a week” she says, laughing softly. 

 “you public safety folks got time to read now?” you say playfully. she laughs. “yeah, well, had some extra time on my hands after my partner passed so what better way to spend it than reading some smutty fiction?”

her forwardness catches you off guard. “oh my god, i’m so sorry!” you say, clapping a hand over your mouth in horror. how were you supposed to know that?! the woman’s eye doesn’t stop sparkling, however, to your surprise. still wearing her warm smile, she continues. 

“yeah, he was a sweet kid. it was hard to lose him, but he’s hardly the first partner i’ve lost, and he won’t be the last.” she shrugs. “that’s life in public safety, i guess. that’s what makes escaping so nice,” she finishes, gesturing at your book. you’ve since closed fourth wing in favor of hanging onto her every word. 

“don’t you get scared for your own safety?” you can’t help asking, your voice sounding small and meek. you must look so pathetic to her, flogging cute little drinks all day while she’s out risking life and limb. 

she laughs again. “obviously! every day of my life! but we can’t let something little like fear get in the way of us living our lives. that’s why i try to appreciate the little things, like reading fun books and visiting my favorite cafe! seriously, the drinks you guys make give me the will to live!” (you have to tell yourself to calm down at that, since you suddenly feel all blushy and silly and shy like a schoolgirl nursing a crush at the fact that pochita’s is her favorite cafe.)

still, you can’t help but wonder how it would feel for her, to lose everybody she got close to — and to have to expect it to happen over and over again. you can’t imagine what a lonesome existence it must be, and it makes your chest ache to think of someone as warm and gregarious as her being left alone again and again.   

damn, all this sucks for her. but you couldn’t ignore how warm she made you feel inside when she said that. you can see it in her eyes – despite what she’s been through, she’s like everyone else: a little bit lonely and looking for connection. “i’m so sorry to hear that…” oh shit, you realize you don’t even know her name. 

“himeno.” “himeno,” you repeat back. her name feels like it belongs in your mouth. “i’m glad you can at least come here and get away for a bit,” gesturing to the cafe. 

himeno laughs, once again, but this time her soft laugh makes your heart beat a tiny bit faster. “yeah, only for a bit. gotta back and finish up some paperwork with my team.” she says, gesturing to the public safety building a couple blocks away. 

you’re quiet for a second, and then make a snap decision. getting up from your seat, you ask her, “what’re you having today? i’ll make it for you.”

she seems taken aback. “oh, i was just here getting coffees for my team,” she replied, pointing to the tray of takeaway cups on her table. “besides, aren’t you on break?”

you smile at her and boldly decide to squeeze her hand. “i’ll make it for you,” you repeat. “and it’ll be on the house. now, what’s your drink?”

“uh…i’ll have whatever you were having,” she says; endearingly she suddenly seems a little shy. “it looked really good when you were drinking it.” 

“oat matcha it is!” you grin inwardly; you definitely know your way around a matcha whisk, and you’re excited at a little chance to show off to himeno. 

you both head inside and continue chatting as you prepare her drink. you note with satisfaction that she intently watches your expert hands at work. you look at himeno’s hands, and wonder what it’s like to hold them, have them hold you, hold each other close. 

your thoughts almost get the better of you but you snap out of it. you decide to throw a little lavender essence in, too; something about himeno just inspires you to go all out.

you hand himeno her drink, and you find yourself wishing you could speak to her longer. you usually did nothing during your breaks, so you’ll miss this stark contrast. 

himeno, seemingly to have read your mind, smiles sweetly. “thanks. by the way…” she pretends to think for a bit. “what’s a pretty little thing like you doing working on a saturday?”

you try hard to hide the blush uncontrollably rushing to your cheeks. “i could say the same for you.” she raises her hands up in defeat. “okay, okay, you got me. we both don’t have lives and are working on the weekend.” she jests, and you laugh. you think you’ll laugh at anything she says. 

you’re already on a roll with bold moves today so might as well go for it. “well, you doing anything later after work?”

himeno beams at you. “thought you’d never ask.” she quickly takes out a pen and grabs a napkin from the counter as she scribbles her number on it. “when do you get off?”

“3 in the afternoon,” you say, sounding giddy like a schoolgirl. 

“okay then, text me at 3.” she then gives you a smile so suave it should be illegal. “i’ll be waiting, beautiful.”

#100 #☕️ - coffee break #🪅 - pree's follower events #csm himeno #himeno chainsaw man #csm #chainsaw man #himeno x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsawman

[duchessghosttiger]

Bill Cipher x Reader - Prologue

//Narrator’s p.o.v//  

Right now, you are inside your house in Japan. You are talking with one of your close friends, Hitoshi Kaneko, and Akari Miwa. His English name is Jackson. And her English name is Rose. You hand picked their English names, yourself. They respect you as both a person and a detective. So they will usually call you, senpai or Y/n - sama to be respectful and polite. And you also like them and respect them too. You have been friends with them when you first got into contact where you stayed at Winchester, England, which was more than 20 years ago. 

Flashback in y/n p.o.v

I was walking through the road of Winchester towards the new bakery that opened up 6 weeks ago. And, it has been over a year since I got here, and over a year since my aunt abandoned me here. Well, at least it’s nice here, better than America, where she’s going. Well, it rains more here, not like I’m complaining. I enjoy it. I also enjoy some tea with 8 cubes of sugar in it and strawberry shortcake which I’m going to get at the new bakery. I have enough money, that could last me at least 4 to 6 months if I spend it wisely. And, I can’t get more money, because I’m not the right age. I’m only 7 years old, but I have enough intelligence to pass as a college student. 

I finally got to the bakery, and I opened a door. 

I walked up to the front of the line, there was no one there besides the bakery worker girl and three other customers. 

“Hello,” I said. “I’d like to order something.” 

“Oh! Hello, welcome to sweetie mochi’s bakery, how may I serve you.” The girl at the counter said with a closed eye smile. 

When the girl opened her eyes she was surprised to see a child standing in front of her. 

 “Where are your parents?” She asked, still shocked. 

“Not in this country.” I said. 

“Oh? Do you know where they are?” 

“America.” I said boredly. But in reality, I do not know. 

“Oh, sorry to hear that.”

“I have money.” I say. 

“Oh, what do you want?” 

“Can I have a tea with 8 cubes of sugar in it, and a strawberry shortcake, please?” 

“Of course!” She says while making the tea. 

“So where are you staying, if you have no parents with you?” 

“Oh, uhhh.” 

“Do you have no place to stay?” She questioned. 

“Well, no I do not.” 

“I know some one who does.” She says excitedly. “He’s one of the usual customers I have that comes everyday since this bakery opened up 6 weeks ago. I can introduce you to him for you. He opened up a house for boys and girls like you, I bet you will like it there.” 

“Okay, you can introduce us.” I say. “But no promises I will go with him.” 

“Sure, fine by me.” She takes out a jar of sugar cubes. “Now, you said you wanted 8 cubes of sugar, correct?” 

“Yes, that’s correct.” I confirmed. “When does this guy comes by?” 

“He usually comes by around 23:00 PM to 26:00 PM.” She says. “What’s your name?” 

“My parents called me Y/n.” 

“Ok, Y/n!” 

(Time-Skip)

It is now 25:16, and someone came in. It was a man, it could be that person that the girl was talking about a few hours ago. 

And I was right, like usual. 

“Salut, madame.” He says. “I’d like my usual. Please.” 

His voice sounded tired. 

“Of, course! One dark roast with 1 pump caramel and 1 pump vanilla coming up!” She says going to get the cup. “Hey Y/n, can you do me a favor and start getting the caramel and vanilla?” She asked. 

“Sure thing.” I said looking around for them. It was on the side where all of the add on condiments are, next to some plain, and other flavor of bagels and the doughnuts. I picked up the caramel and vanilla add on flavoring, and walked up to the nice lady working here. I handed them to her and said, “Here you go, Onna.” 

“Why I didn’t know you spoke Japanese!” She exclaimed while giggling. “I’m half Japanese myself! Well, at least you are polite.” 

“I didn’t know you had a child working here.” The man, chuckled. 

“Oh, right!” Onna says. “This is Y/n! She’s new.” 

“I’m not new, I’ve been here for a year.” 

“What?!” Exclaimed Onna. “You’ve been here for a year? Where did you live?” 

“Oh, I lived at a nearby hotel.” 

“Y/n can come live with me and the others.” The man claimed. 

“That’s what I was thinking too, Mr. André.” 

Otoko no hito.”I say. “Konnichiwa.” 

“Hello to you too, Y/n.” 

“You know Japanese too?” 

“A little bit, yeah.” Mr. André said nodding his head. 

(Time-Skip) 

After a little bit of talking I decided to go with him to his house. I mean, it’s not like my parents or my aunt will notice. 

I was slightly worried that I wouldn’t fit in, and it looks like André noticed because he said, 

“Don’t worry Y/n, you will fit right in, and I bet you that they all will love you.” André smiled while he drove there. 

After a few more minutes we have arrived at his house. 

The sign on his house read: Mr. André’s Abnormal Home

The lettering was in cursive. 

The moment when he opened the door for us, there was a loud ringing, letting everyone inside know that someone was inside, and of course they suspected it to be Mr. André. 

“Mr. André! Mr. André! Your back!” A girl with strawberry blonde hair said. “Oh! And he brought someone with him! Perhaps a new friend!” 

“Yes, Yes,” He says, “Akira, this is Y/n, and Y/n this is Akira, and yes Akira she’s here to stay.” 

“Yay! A new friend!” Akira yelled. 

“Jeez, Akira your so loud.” A new voice said. 

The new voice sounded like a younger boy, much like the girl standing right next to you.

“Hey, that’s rude!” Exclaimed Akira, offended. 

“It isn’t rude, it’s the truth, Akira.” He said, rolling his eyes. 

“So?!” Akira questioned, very offended. 

“Whatever.” Again, he rolled his eyes. 

“Now, now, no fighting while we have someone new present.” André says, splitting them apart. 

“Now, Y/n this boy here is Hitoshi.” He said. “Say hi Hitoshi.” 

“Hi.” 

“Hello.” I said.  

Flashback ended

//Y/n p.o.v//

That was how I met a few of my best friends. We all live in my house in Japan. My house can fit up to 10 people, but we all agreed to keep it only to ourselves. 

“Hey, Rose.” I addressed. “Can I have some tea?” 

“Sure thing! Senpai!” 

She went off to make me my tea. 

“Hey, Y/n,” My other friend, Hitoshi or Jackson called me. 

“Yes?” 

“How is that case coming up, detective?” Jackson questioned. 

“Oh, it’s going good, I’m pretty sure I just found our lead.” 

“Oh really, who do you suspect?” 

“A girl named Alice Jewel, I suspect being the murder.” 

“How sure, are you?” 

“I’m 86% sure that she’s the murder.” 

“Why do you suspect her.” 

“Well, 1) she keeps buying new cleaning supplies and new of the same clothing she usually wears 2) she lives near where the murder kills and hides the bodies 3) she usually wears white gloves with a tiny speck of blood on them 4) she only ever goes out of her house at midday and midnight, to find her victims and then kill them at night 5) and when she does go out of the house she goes into the alleyways and then she drops by the bar to get some sake before she goes out killing which explains the markings on the victim which leaves out marks that she was struggling to keep it a straighter line 6) one of those nights when she went out killing, she forgot that she left her hair-spiral hair tye and also left her knife behind leaving her fingerprints on it 7) Alice and the killer both have a medical background, experience with making the right movement to get the job done. And finally 8) Alice’s appearance matches up with the killers, there was a few witnesses in her neighborhood that was still awake and saw Alice killing her victims, and no other suspect that the police force mentioned could be the killer matches up with the killer’s appearance, except Alice. That’s how I know that Alice Jewel is in fact the murder.” 

“Wow, you really are the best detective.” He said amazed. 

“I’m almost done writing the report out.” I say, finishing editing the report on the computer. 

“Hey, Y/n-sama, I finally finished making your tea.” Rose said, coming into the office. She set the tea down next to me. 

“Arigatou, Rose.” 

“Your welcome!” 

Right when I finished the report, I got a call. (Incoming call)

“Hey guys, I’m going to take this,” I say standing up.  “can one of you upload my report? Thanks.” I said stepping out into the hallway. 

I checked the caller’s name. It was my Aunt Laura. 

Wonder what she wants, I thought, while accepting the call. 

(Y/n, Aunt Laura) 

(Call Accepted✅)

Hello? 

Oh, hello, mon ange. 

What’s the sudden call, Laura? 

I just wanted to hear you. See how you are doing.

No, what’s the real reason? 

I just wanted to see if you would take a break from work and come visit me for the whole summer. 

Hm, alright I’ll be there soon, auntie.

Alright, thank you, mon chérie, I’ll see you soon. 

Yeah, bye. 

Bye, Y/n.

Oh, yeah, do you still know that I am going by Liv Bright while in public. 

Yes, I still know that, and when you get here I have a surprise for you. 

Au revoir, Laura

Au revoir, ma bichette 

(Call Ended)

I already know where Aunt Laura lives. She lives in Gravity Falls. Which coincidentally you’ve been there a few times with Wendy. Which Wendy also lives there. 

“Well, it looks like I will be going to Gravity Falls.” 

“What’s that?” My future successor said. 

“A place in Oregon, that no one knows about, except when you pass by it and also its population.” 

“Cool can we come along?” She pointed to Jackson and herself. 

“Sure, we got enough money, for the flights.” I say. “We’ll probably have to take our private jet there.” 

“Sure, fine by us, I guess.” 

“Great.” I said. “Well we better start packing because we leave tomorrow afternoon.” 

“Okay!” 

#gravity falls #bill cipher x reader #bill cipher #xreader #gravity falls x reader

[heart-shaped-horns]

THE UNIVERSE IS YOUR STAGE- PERFORM! AND DONT WORRY, WE’RE ALL HERE FOR THE SHOW. 🐩🪭💋🍒💄🍎♥️

PATIENT ZERO: PECAN

*bubble gum pops* HELLO AGAIN tumblr nation…it’s your favorite truckstop whore in the flesh.. nyeah………ANYWAYS. For those who haven’t come to know me my names pecan and I run a church (my blog) where we smoke newports and attend sermons (whatever bullshit posts I have to give) PLEASE! Make yourselves at home- the body of Christ is a gift that keeps on giving.

Specimen Info:

-My name is pecan, and I also sometimes go as pecanpie. Other aliases include: Cherry Ferry Fantasia. Choose wisely how you refer to me- or don’t, I don’t even exist!

-I’m 19 and female, you can use whatever pronouns when referring to me, but I usually go by she/her 🪭🪭🪭

-ADHD

-aroace, with a hint of bisexuality.

-My hobbies include: drawing, writing (though I rarely ever do finish my pieces let alone publish them) collecting worthless garbage, listening to music and blowing my eardrums out, being an eternal pain in the ass to deal with, thrifting, sitting on porches, smoking winstons, masquerading as a sane individual, dressing up, and trying out new things because I am an avid dopamine chaser. woohoo!

Things I like: Pretentious media, throwing pitchforks at rich priests, consumerism, otome games, douma, buddhism, echo rose, religious studies, args, reaching divinity, shitty manga, maximalism in every sense, bedazzled stuff, money, getting tacky nails, the roaring 20’s, 1950’s femme fashion, old era aesthetics, boutique shops, leopard print, grandma couches, pathetic wet sop characters and a lot more.

-I have two cats, Mochi and Waffles. The bloodline ends with yours truly.

Fandoms I’m currently active in; Obey Me! Shall We Date, Demon Slayer, and Stephanie Lawson Stevens. I may consider writing for the first two, but I won’t set that in stone yet.

Movies I like: Pink Flamingos, No Country For Old Men, Helter Skelter, Pulp Fiction, All the Boys Love Mandy Lane, Girl Interrupted, Valerie and Her Week of Wonders, Spun, Gummo, Last Night in Soho, Fruit of Wonder, Elephant (2003) - will be updated the more I get my hands on anything new that tickles my fancy.

My taste in music: I’m pretty versatile when it comes to what I prefer, so it could range from bimbo-pop to classical music. Anything that sounds good to me I like. I mostly listen to 50’s housewife songs and lady Gaga, though.

-I’m a big fan of indie art and surrealism. Filmmaking as well. Shaye Saint John and Mouchette.org are a few of my favorites.

-I like mortuary work and autopsies. I hold the death industry in high regards- not everyone is willing to work with corpses.

-huge GIGANTIC douma fan. anything and everything douma related I will not hesitate to engage with, he’s my little guy.

- heart sunglasses ambassador (this is my trademark) ❤️

-Polka dot prints and faux fur are resounding yesses.

-You know Florence? (If you get the reference.)

-I think vintage pill cases are lovely.💋

-I have the response time of a limp dick. I either respond in less than a second or only after 3 business months.

-I’ve been working on my new oc line on and off for a few months now, called FEAR & LOATHING in JERUSALEM. artblock is a massive bitch, but stuff is in progress.

Anyways if you’re a terrible human being feel free to block me, you are not welcome onto my blog thank you very much xoxo (transphobes homophobes ableists you know who you are)

GOT COMPLAINTS? CONTACT ME AT 1-666-JERUSALEM-CRACK-SHACK! Make sure to leave me a message. Business hours only!

🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒MASTERLIST: IN THE WORKS? 🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒

#pecanpie #introductory

[verlaines-corner-archive]

May I request for Shibusawa with the theme: Fern, White Lily and Honeysuckle?

PS. This man is so fine and so pretty draging my friends to eatch Dead Apple this weekend www

~ ☕, Congrats on the 300+ followers!

 Fern - “Magic, enchantment”, White Lily - “My love is pure”, Honeysuckle - “Devoted affection; bonds of love” + Shibusawa

 -> Thank you dear anon! And yes, this man is drop dead gorgeous. 

 -> This isn’t smut but still, Shibusawa for the brainrot @pussydrunkfyodor @nameless-noodles @mrsdostoevsky @beandaifuku-mochi

“I thought I would find you here,” a voice rings out through the air, as smooth as the breeze carrying it.

You perk up, moving your eyes from the bushes to a figure of white by the garden gate, an old work of wood that groans when opened. He’s quiet as he approaches you, following a worn stone path to the table you’re sitting at. Wild hair flows around him as he walks, like a veil of glistening white. It creates a soft glow, and in the midst of a now enchanted garden you almost mistake him for a ghost. 

“Tatsuhiko,” his name rolls off your tongue with ease, “I’m glad to see you. What brings you here?”

“Hm?” Tatsuhiko tilts his head, something akin to amusement in his eyes, “I thought that would be obvious, I’m here to see you. We both know that I hold no interest in such locations otherwise.”

“Right, of course. Then please, sit with me.” 

The chair creaks under his weight, held up only by the roots of a tree. Much like the gate, what remains of it is old and weathered, having suffered years of disuse. 

The whole area is like that, desolate and with only memories of humanity left behind. An overgrown bird bath hidden under layers of moss and vines; stone path cracked and uneven, crumbling away with every passing day; the table you’re sat at, rooted in place by the earth. Humans had abandoned it and in their place the forest had taken over, making it a home for her inhabitants who obviously cared not for the state it was in.

You watch faeries go about their lives, bathed in the gentle light of the moon as they dance and sing. They seem to be at peace here and you do not blame them, for a hidden corner of the world like this is bound to create such a feeling, something nostalgic and tranquil. You wonder if there’s a sort of comfort to be found between things no longer connected to humanity, yet still carrying their despair. Maybe that’s what had drawn the forest and her people to the garden in the first place.

Maybe that’s what drew you and Tatsuhiko together too. Why after all this time the two of you have continued to find one another, even outside of the sanctuary provided in the trees. A constant pallid presence, a gentle light as hauntingly beautiful as the ruins that surround it. 

Your eyes wander to Tatsuhiko only to be met by his, a crimson gaze laced with warmth. How long had you been zoned out for, absorbed in thoughts with the material world forgotten? You go to speak but he cuts you off.

“You may be dumber than I feared, a shame,” he slouches for a moment, tone almost playful before turning serious, “you haven’t bored me, I would have simply left if that was the case. You needn’t worry about doing such things either, I thought that was already known. No matter, it is now.”

He waves his hand at that last bit, dismissing the conversation before it can even begin. A comfortable silence befalls the two of you once more, the only sound being the chattering of creatures and wind in the trees. Somewhere in there his hand finds yours, wordlessly, unthinkingly intertwining your fingers together. 

The two of you remain that way until the sun starts to rise, after which Tatsuhiko bids you farewell and leaves as quietly as he came, the lingering sensation of his lips on yours being the only proof of his stay.

He will be back again tomorrow, as will you.

Ao3

#Tales of Nature - milestone event 🌷 #✧ library shelves ✧ #I hope your friends enjoyed the movie dear anon!! #and sorry this took so long - inspo was a little hard to find haha! #bsd #bsd x reader #shibusawa x reader #bsd shibusawa #this is unedited I will do that later haha #bungo stray dogs x reader #☕ anon

[dexrm]

kare no hime | 彼の姫

This story will contain mature themes.  Read at your own risk.

On the night of your wedding, Sukuna disappears.

Chapter seven - Loss

Previous chapter

Next chapter (upcoming)

-

“What a lovely man I saw earlier,” Aoi laughs.  

“What happened?” you ask, helping her tidy her bedroom.  

“A young man who offered to carry a cart for me in return for money,” Aoi explained while wiping the floor.  A big visible smile stood there.  Aoi doesn’t smile very often.  

“He must be a kind man,” you reply, looking through Aoi’s husband’s book shelf.  But then it hit you.  Why Aoi smiled at another man so brightly instead of her own husband.  You glance at Aoi, living in her own world.  You won’t comment on it.  After all, her husband was never home.  But it would be a big betrayal on him, knowing his wife is longing for other men.

“He will be coming over for tea today,” Aoi couldn’t keep in her calm persona anymore.  

“That’s great,” you respond.

“When you see him,” she went on.  “His name is Zenin Toji.  Address him as Zenin-sama.”

-

“Why do you want me to get out of the house so quickly?” Sukuna asked as you pull his hand with you.  Almost tripping out of the house, you try to run with your grip on his wrist.  But he was too sturdy.  “We will be married tonight,” he gently hisses.  

“I want to spend time with you,” the excuse wasn’t entirely a lie.  

Dragging him onto the streets, you think of where to go.  

Rice cakes.

“Get me some rice cakes,” you point at a stand at the end of the street. 

“Getting demanding before we’re married,” Sukuna gently jokes as he walked to the direction you pointed.

You never realized how tall Sukuna got these months.  By this time, he was his original height.  Jujutsu or not, you knew he was eventually going back to looking like a beast.  You two would have to move out of the village.

But Toji Zenin was visiting today.

If he ever found out Tsuku was Sukuna, you weren’t sure what would happen.  Toji was the one who gave you to Sukuna in the first place.  You weren’t sure if there was a deal involved, but clearly there were bad intentions.  Toji Zenin was not a man to be trusted. 

Tsuku might go back to Ryomen Sukuna.

Your stomach twists in discomfort after the thought of that.

You wait.

It’s been a while, but you couldn’t quite see Sukuna with the crowd of people, so you decide to walk to the stand. 

“Sukuna?” you yell from a distance while getting closer and closer.

Sukuna stood there, with rice cakes for you.

“What took you so long?” you ask, taking a bite.

“I had a bit of an inconvenience,” he said, looking at the sky.

You hold his thumb while continuing down another street.

His gaze was unsettling, always turning his head to see what was behind him.  But you squeezed his hand, assuring him whatever it was, you would be there for him.

But truthfully, if he weren’t Tsuku, you would kill him.

Ryomen Sukuna slaughtered your entire village.

Because he could.

“Sukuna, who was that?” you ask.

“Who?” he replied, startled.

“I know you were talking to someone,” you were now scared, and annoyed.

“No one, Fushiguro,” he raised his voice.  “Let’s go.”

“Tell me,” you let go of his hand.

“It shouldn’t be of your concern,” Sukuna said, losing his patience.  

You decide to let the argument slide.

-

“When’s the guest coming?” Anju asked.

“Soon,” Aoi said, her fingers twitching.

You sit down next to Aoi and her sons waiting at the entrance.  You sent Sukuna out so Toji doesn’t spot him.  Anfuku wasn’t as excited as Anju though, he only appreciated the actions of Ryomen Sukuna.  

“I’m going to prepare confectionaries for the visitor,” you scurried into the hallway.  If possible, you wanted to avoid seeing him at all.

While in the kitchen, you hear the sound of laughter and kids giggling.  You wish Aoi could send Anju or Anfuku to the kitchen to retrieve the food instead of you going back.

Toji was the last man you’d like to see.

“Is the mochi ready?” Anju’s voice asked from outside the kitchen.

“Yes,” you replied.  

Anju came in, grabbing the plate of red bean filled dessert and ran off.  Opposed to Anfuku, Anju didn’t like having conversations with you.

You see Anfuku.

“Why are you here?  Go back with your brother,” You say.

“The man is strange,” Anfuku frowned.  “I like Tsuku better.”

“Don’t be like that,” you secretly agreed.  “What was he like?”

“Smiled a lot,” Anfuku ran in to open cabinets, probably searching for sweets.  “He asked a lot of questions.”

“Like?” you pull out a hard candy, handing it to Anfuku.

“He asked if we had a monster in the village,” Anfuku explained.  “He asked us if we knew someone named Ryomen Sukuna.”

“What?” you freeze. 

“Ryomen Sukuna,” Anfuku started getting nervous.  “H-he said it was a monster with four arms and pink hair.”

Gently grabbing Anfuku’s tiny hands, you rush to the room where Aoi and Toji were sitting.  His signature smug face was sitting there like he didn’t know you.  Toji wore a much more normal person kind of clothing this time.

“We’ve met before have we?” you ask.

“Sit down,” Aoi whispered.

“Looks like we have,” Toji gives you a long, unreadable stare. 

“You two know each other?” Aoi gives you a confused look.

“He saved me once,” you say.  You look at Aoi.  “I should be dressed up by now, Aoi.” the stare Toji gave you was like looking at an old friend you haven’t spoken to in a long time.  Except, you two weren’t friends.  

“Go change yourself, may you?” Aoi smiles.  

You nod.  Aoi’s obvious fondness of Toji did annoy you, but it’s not enough to anger you.  She obsessed over most components of your wedding, but now she’s giving those desires up for a man.

You walk out of the room, slightly pissed.

-

The wedding attire you wore didn’t feel special.

Sitting alone, you apply on simple blemishes of white makeup onto your face.  It was lonely, but it wasn’t a big deal.  While it never occurred to you why Ryomen Sukuna and Toji Zenin would both use you, you can’t help but feel a hint of sadness.  Deep down, you were aware of the fact you’re a chess piece.  A chess piece that didn’t engage in combat.

You pull out a piece of paper and a small bottle of ink from another drawer.  You haven’t written anything in so long.

But you started to write something.

One day, a fox hunted a sheep.

The fox put the sheep in a tigers cave.

The tiger took the sheep but did not kill the sheep.

ある日、キツネが羊を狩っていました。

キツネは羊をトラの洞窟に入れました。

虎は羊を奪いましたが、羊を殺しませんでした。

You think, and continue writing.

The tiger knew the fox was sly, so he waited for the fox to come back.

虎はキツネがずるいことを知っていたので、キツネが戻ってくるのを待ちました。

You stop.

Gently putting your brush down, you stare at the words you wrote.  

Took you long enough to know what kind of chess piece you were.

-

Spending a hour sitting in your room thinking drove you nuts.  But you had to head to the shrine soon.  Today, you were being married to Ryomen Sukuna.  The same body who murdered your family.  

“Come out!” Anfuku yelled, excitement building up in his voice.

You slowly get up, limbs numb.  

Upon opening the door, you see him and Aoi.

Shooting a look of disappointment at her, she continues to smile.  You couldn’t believe she would fall for that Zenin mans tricks.  Ever since you were small, you understood not everyone kind to you meant it.  People were only kind to you if they think you’re useful.  Except Tsuku.  

“Where’s Tsuku?” you ask.

“I have not seem him, but he should be back soon,” Aoi replied.

“Tsuku said he was on a walk!” Anfuku barged into the conversation.  

“Has the guest left?” you cautiously walk down the hall.

“Zenin Toji?  Yes, he has,” Aoi says in a much more lovely manner.  

A small pit of anger built up inside you.  Toji is a fox.  Much worse, actually.

Outside of Aoi’s house were a small crowd of neighbours cheering.  You didn’t know the names of a few, but they were the rare ones who thought Tsuku genuinely was a good man and not a monster.

“Where is the groom?” a man wearing all bright colours asked.

“On a walk,” Anfuku squeaked.

“Your generation is so careless, how can you be on a walk at this hour?” an old woman snapped.  “When I was young, men would spend the entire day waiting in patience!”

“I’m sure he’s probably running back by now,” Aoi laughed it off.

You look both directions on the street.  You sense no Sukuna.  You knew he didn’t forget about it.  He loves you, doesn’t he?

He does.  Tsuku loves you, but whether Ryomen Sukuna did was debatable.

So you guys decided to wait.

While Aoi was busy with the neighbours, you were in your room.  Not exactly panicking, but also incredibly anxious.

You took out the piece of paper.

Since you had time, you pulled out ink and a brush.

The tiger was cursed with memory loss.

The sheep decided to save the tiger.

The sheep and tiger are together now.

One day, the tiger is attacked for its skin.

トラは記憶喪失の呪いを受けました。

羊はトラを助けることにしました。

羊と虎は今一緒です。

ある日、トラが皮をめぐって襲われる

Suddenly, you felt your stomach hurt.  

Rushing out of the room, you call for Aoi.

“Where can he be?” you felt your heart pump restlessly.  “What if he is hurt by the village people who hate him?”

Aoi’s expression changed.

“Let’s search for him,” 

-

The sky slowly darkened.  Drops of white fell from the sky.  It was not so warm anymore, as temperatures drastically dropped.  The roofs slowly piled up with snow, sidewalk puddles now were icy slush.  Anfuku was also shivering.

“Tsuku?” the man in bright colours shouted in the centre of the village.

“You guys didn’t kill Tsuku, did you?” a lady asked a bunch of other women.

“He is odd looking, but we don’t have a reason to kill him!” one of them said.  

Person by person, you interviewed them like a maniac.  Your eyes were red and swollen from the dust and tears.  But one by one, they said they haven’t seen him around.

An old grandpa carrying bamboo on his back made his way up to the village from the forest.  You knew him, he was the man who once sold a table to Aoi.  But he was so old to the point his eyes couldn’t open and was almost bald.

“What is going on?” he asked, now behind you.

“I-I’m trying to find my fiancee,” you say, desperate.  “His name is Tsuku.  He has pink hair and-”

“I think I saw someone with pink hair in the forest,” he replied.  “My eyesight is not great, I apologize.”

“Was the man tall?” you spoke in a loud manner.  For the first time, you lost it.

“Oh I did not dare to make a sound, it was not even a man,” the old man pointed out.  “I was deep in the forest, when four armed pink hair beast was walking,” his gaze felt weak as the old man was describing what he saw.  “I waited until I was sure he was gone.”

“Ryomen Sukuna?” Anfuku shrieked from behind you.  “A monster?”

“Child, I am unsure, I’m old,” the old man sighed.

You looked at the direction of the forest.

“You said he was somewhere in there?” you ask, tone cold.

“Yes,” the old man’s voice sounded surprised.  “Young lady, that beast I saw is not your husband.  He is not human.”

The wind harshly blew into the direction of the forest, tree’s now covered in snow.  

“Anfuku, tell your mother I will be out there searching for Tsuku,” you pat his head.  

“What?  Can I come?” Anfuku grabbed your sleeves.

“No Anfuku, it’s snowing,” you hold his small hand.  You notice a glowing lamp someone left on the side of a cart.  “Can you give me that?”

Anfuku ran to pick up the lamp, then runs back for you to hold it.

“Will you be okay?  It’s pretty cold,” Anfuku sounded so innocent.

“I’ll be fine,” you head down the pathway to the forest. 

The longer and faster you walk, the further Anfuku was.  He was still standing by the hill, waving. 

The snow got into your eyelashes several times

You stopped at the entrance of the forest.  There were no more footprints.  The snow was so heavy nothing but white could be seen.

You step into the dark cold woods.

Step by step, you search for any sign of Sukuna.  He was now a big man, surely some signs of him would exist.  Surely.

-

“Tsuku?” you shout.  You took hundreds of steps into the forest. 

No reply.

“Are you scared?” you suddenly start crying even more.  “It’s me!  I won’t be scared of you.  I know having four arms is strange but,” you stop.  “Please tell me where you are!”

No response.

You gave into the possibility of it happening.

“Ryomen Sukuna?” your voice echoes throughout the forest.

Still nothing.  Not even an animal.  Just snow and wind.

As your fingers turned red, forming frostbites, you realized how underdressed you were.  Every body part of you wanted to give up.  

But you needed to find your husband.

“Where are you?” your broken wails weren’t enough. 

The sun had already set.  The warmth lantern had was only enough for your finger tips.  Snow was heavily falling from the sky, and the wind only added to the struggle of walking past the thick, white, cold substance.

“Tsuku?” you scream with the last breathe you had inside you.

No reply.

But you spot footsteps.  Large footsteps almost getting filled up with snow from the blizzard. 

As you follow the path, you spot red stains on the side of the track of footsteps.  Sometimes they were a few drops, but one had a whole puddle.  

On the middle of a steep hill of snow and dead plants, you spot a figure lying there.  A big man, with four arms.

The original body of Ryomen Sukuna was now fully developed.

“Tsuku!” you ran down the hill to him.

His eyes were still open.  His entire body was hotter then a pit of fire, but his heart was still beating.

“What happened,” you cry, holding his hand. 

Sukuna’s stomach was stained in red, metallic smelling liquid that was blood.  You take a closer look at the injury.  Something stabbed him.  Your white shiromuku was now tainted in red, sides ripped because of the tree branches holding onto it before.  

Sukuna slowly lifted his hands to your cheeks.  They were warm.

It looked like he had been like this for hours.

“You’ll be a widow if we get married now,” his hoarse voice made you lose it.  You burst into sobs and cries.  Your entire body hurt from it.  You didn’t want to be alone.  “Can you one last thing for me?”

“Yes,” you whispered, sitting down, lifting the upper half of his body on you.  His head laid on your chest.  You squeezed his hand.  But his stomach started bleeding again as you moved him.

“Sing for me,” he laughed.  “I want to hear you sing.”

Breaking into silent tears again, you quickly wipe them.

You start humming.

You weren’t even sure what you hummed.  You just knew it was something you did while putting Anfuku to sleep.  What the little boy requested every night.  

He diligently stares at you.

Sukuna’s death meant you were free from the binding vow, at least you think.  But this time, you didn’t want this to happen.  Sukuna’s death and Tsuku’s death will forever be different.  

Maybe, one day you two will meet in reincarnation.

One day.

One day was in another lifetime.

“If there’s another life, I would finish our wedding,” you say, holding his hand.  You felt your eyes swarm with warm, salty tears.  

“I promise we will meet in our next lives,” Sukuna whispered.  “I will find you.”

“And I will wait,” you respond. 

He grinned, teeth now big and sharp.  Sukuna didn’t cry.  You never saw him cry.  He never shed a single drop of tear.  He was smiling like the first night you met him.  Like an insane man.  He smiled like he was on top of a mountain of gold.  A man like Sukuna, no, Tsuku, never spoke too much.  He rarely smiled.

“Go,” he pushed you.  “There might be wolves, go.”

“But how do I cremate you?” you cry.

“You staying alive is more important,” he hissed.  “Fushiguro, go!”

“I don’t-”

Sukuna flashed a final glare at you.

“Farewell,” tears ran down your cold face as your voice faded away from the crying and screaming.

You smile, putting his head down.  You take out a frozen piece of rice cake preserved in a wrapper, and place it into his pocket.

You walk away from his body.

He doesn’t return that smile.  His eyes closed.

For most of your crying sessions, he would be there for you.  He would comfort you.  But when he felt humiliated by the village people mocking him, he wouldn’t let you go near him.  You knew he felt like an ugly monster.  He only had you, and you only had him.  He was unlike Ryomen Sukuna.  When Sukuna was angry, he would go massacre a city.  Tsuku didn’t yell.  He would sit there in silence, or smash a couple of plates when he thought no one was looking.  You could feel the anger and fury in him when he was called an oddly faced giant, but he didn’t say anything.  He would hold in all his pain and anger.  You wonder if that’s what Sukuna faced when he wasn’t some beast.

You couldn’t cry.  Not because you didn’t want to, but your face was frozen.

Step by step, hour by minute, you walk back.

Tsuku is no longer in your life.  He is forever gone.  You weren’t sure if you saw him as Ryomen Sukuna or another individual.  The severe, oddly burning pain inside you was getting increasingly worse.  

By the time you reached the path to the village, you felt your head burn.  Everything felt surreal.  Everything looked blurry.

“Fushiguro!” voices called out from the top of the hill.

- - -

This is not the end guys!

#jjk #jjk fanfic #Jujutsu Kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #sukuna #sukuna x reader #ryomensukuna #sukunaryomen #sukunahistoricalau #ryomen sukuna #toji x reader #Toji #toji fushiguro #toji zenin