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38riku · 2 years

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╭ ❥ sugawara’s bday post + bonuses

ft post-time skip haikyuu men

synopsis — milf!reader, black coded, use of she/her pronouns.

cw — this post contains 18+ content. minors and ageless blogs do not interact or you will blocked. public sex. breeding. praise. bondage. oral (m. & f. receiving) cum eating (?) use of pet names.

includes — sugawara, sawamura, iwaizumi, and hinata

notes — birthday post for sugawara that got out of hand. it’s 11:35 so im still on time! not proofread (again its 11:35 and I want to sleep 🥹)

tags — @gabzlovesu @thathoneybee3 @dazaisfavgf

sugawara k. ♡

— your son’s kindhearted kindergarten teacher who offers you sweet smiles, casual small talk, and lingering stares that make your face heat up. you were content with your relationship with the handsome male.

— but he wasn’t.

— you were just so pretty. wearing those fluttery sundresses that made every movement that more noticeable, or the sophisticated sweater dresses and tights that made your thighs look oh so delectable.

— you had to know what you were doing to him. it was driving him crazy be he is a gentleman first and foremost. however, you continued to stretch his self control thinner and thinner with each encounter.

— and today, during the intermission of kindergarten graduation – it snapped.

“shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep quiet or everyone will hear how much of a slut you are for me.”

you couldn’t remember the last time you felt like this. the very-high chance of being caught, pressed against the tiled wall of the hallway where anyone could walk out and see your sons kindergarten teacher balls deep in you.

your legs felt like jelly and if it wasn’t for his hold on you, keeping you upright and legs locked around his waist, you’re sure you would’ve collapsed.

“you feel so good,” he praised, trailing kisses from the side of your neck, nipping at the sensitive skin at your nape. “if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll make you a mommy again.”

“p-please —” you breathed out, your words soft and airy as you whined. “wanna feel it, koushi~”

sugawara chuckled, his hips stuttering for a moment as he rested his forehead on yours. “anything for you beautiful, now go on, I know you’re close.”

your lips sought out his to stifle the symphony of moans that fell from your lips. he indulged in you, of course, he couldn’t say no if he tried.

pulling away, he gauged your blissed expression as you came — brows knitted, eyes glassy, and lips glossy from his own. the straps of your pretty dress hung off your shoulder as your neck began to bruise a purplish red from his earlier assault.

it was beautiful enough to make him cum on the spot, groaning as he held you in place with the strength from his athletic years.

sugawara placed you on your feet, snapping your panties in place with his usual charming smile it made you wonder how the same man had you whimpering like a teenage girl a minute ago.

“I’ll see you after the ceremony sweetheart.”

sawamura d. ♡

— you and daichi were acquainted for lack of a better word. your son has a habit to be reckless and is dumb enough to get caught. this tends to happen when you’re out of town, leaving him with his father who can’t set him straight like you do.

— daichi is usually the officer on duty. these incidents happen in the early hours of the morning, on weekends – precisely his work hours.

— he knows your kid isn’t a bad kid, in fact, he reminds him of him when he was around that age.

— you sped over from the airport, picked him up and took him home and returned to fill out the paperwork.

— daichi could tell you were tired, frustrated, and overall stressed to the brim, but damn were you the finest woman he has ever laid eyes on.

— your hair was clipped back loosely, straightened strands framing your face as your eyes skimmed the familiar document. his gaze, as inappropriate as it may be, fell to the white button up shirt that did nothing but accentuate your cleavage, teasing the red bra you had underneath.

— one wrongfully right move and he’ll throw caution to the wind without a second thought.

“f-fuck just like that-” he rasped, staring down at where you were between his legs in the faculty break room. never has he been so thankful for his go-for-nothing coworkers that don’t bother showing up.

all he did was offer to release some stress with a massage. calloused hands working firmly to get rid of the knots in your back but you were moaning about how good it felt.

he couldn’t help the tent in his uniform but you offered to. ‘returning the favor’ you insisted, guiding him to the chair and shamelessly fell to your knees.

neatly manicured nails were wrapped around the base as the other popping the buttons of your blouse tantalizing slow. you put on the real show with your mouth: lips wrapping around his cock, your tongue dragging against the underside, hell even the hollowing of your cheeks made him weak.

“you’re a little vixen you know that?” he seethed, thighs flexing as you hummed against his length. his gaze dropped to your fully exposed chest still decorated with the lacy fabric. you looked like a dream but he prayed that this is his reality.

you removed your lips with an audible pop, pumping him vigorously and staring up at him with an innocence that’s mocking.

“want you to cum right here, okay?” you mused, dragging your finger across the valley of your breast. “i promise I’ll clean it up, won’t have to worry about a thing handsome.”

seriously, how was he supposed to hold out when you say things like that?

he came, hard, painting your chest right where you told him too in sticky ropes of white. his head was leaned back in ecstasy, dark strands sticking to the sweat slicked skin of his forehead.

semi-embarrassed, he covered his reddened face with his arm, catching his breath and refusing to look at you to prevent another erection.

against his better judgement he took a peek, and regretted it immediately as blood began rushing back to his cock.

there you were, gathering his cum with your fingers and sucking it off as if this was some shitty porno.

“keep it up and you’ll be going dumb on my cock by sunrise.”

iwaizumi h. ♡

— it’s been three years since you had your daughter and the baby weight is just as stubborn as the little girl!

— you had no idea where the start with a meal plan, gym equipment, it was a bit overwhelming and you decided to hire someone to help ease the stress even by a little.

— unfortunately in iwaizumi’s case, all you did was cause stress.

— not in a proper sense. you were nice, adored your kid, worked hard, and not that much older than him.

— that is the issue.

— you were perfect in every sense of the word. a little too perfect. he couldn’t help but think about putting you in more compromising positions and getting comfy when showing you the ropes to certain equipment.

— the last thing he would want to do is make you uncomfortable but if the situation calls for it maybe he can put it all on the line.

“you’re so fucking pretty I swear.” he grunts, his blunt honesty making your body heat up. you wanted so badly to cover your face, instinctively hide your body, but the elastic ropes around your wrist made that impossible.

his kisses were chaste, sweet, but made you shiver each time they came in contact with your soft skin.

“you’re t-teasing me,” he only chuckled at that, teasing your folds with his fingers before he slipped one in, making you jolt from the intrusion.

“trust me on this baby, I’m not teasing you. i mean it when I say you’re sexy as hell.” his gaze was fixated on you as he added a second finger, watching as your lips parted to allow a wanton moan to reach his ears.

he was taking the time to learn you body, what made your face twist and pleasure or caused you to be the most vocal, adjusting it to his leisure until his hand shined from your pools of arousal.

“gonna taste ya, and you’re going to keep these legs nice and spread for me alright? don’t make me tie ‘em down too.”

iwaizumi almost felt bad when he saw the tears leak from your eyes but, as he flattened his tongue against your clit, your eyes rolling back in the purest form of ecstasy, any and all second thoughts flew out the window as he began to devour you.

it was a struggle. resisting the urge to squeeze your thighs shut became your main focus. not the volume of your moans that passerby’s are sure to hear from the outside or the sheer desperation in your voice as you begged him to keep going.

your orgasm came in a flash, your legs convulsing as they closed around his head but he didn’t mind — not when you did so well for him.

when you body calmed down he untied your hands, sitting you up and pulling you flush against him on the bench.

“is it really a workout if only one of us is sweating?”

hinata s. ♡

— brazil has a lot to offer hinata. endless summer, an attractive tan, a reconciliation with an old rival turned friend, and you : a pretty exchange student studying abroad.

— he truly thinks the two of you are meant to be. what are the chances are being here, at the same time, in the same hotel, and crossing paths?

— hinata is absolutely smitten by you three months in of your friendship. you’re fun to be around, trying new things left and right, and when you speak portuguese?

— top him and top him now.

— the day he found out you had a daughter no older than four, showing him the various pictures of the two of you (and begrudgingly the details of her father when asked) he is seeing you in an entirely new light.

— you were stunning when you were pregnant, and your daughter is splitting image of you, but he can’t help but imagine you swollen with his kid.

— he wants it, he wants it bad.

“fucking hell princess, I can barely move.” he grunted, keeping his unruly pace as he bullied your cervix over and over again without trying.

hinata was delighted. you were taking him, stretching to accommodate his girth. if it wasn’t for your nails digging into the skin of his back he would think he was dreaming.

“‘s too much, g-gonna break me!” tears streamed down your cheeks as you hiccuped, moans sounding more and more like whimpers as he continued to fuck you stupid.

he only scoffed, gripping your wrist with one hand without messing up his rhythm. “can’t break the pussy that was made for me, can I?”

hinata was hyper aware to ever sound that accumulated between the two of you. the hotel bed creaking underneath you, every whine, whimper, hiccup, and moan that left your lips, the sound of his balls slapping your ass witch each thirst; he was hypnotized by sex with you.

the words you tried to say were jumbled, incoherent, and he cooed at the sight. “gonna cum baby? go on, say what I wanna hear and I’ll let you.”

you felt like you were sinking, deeper and deeper until the pleasure you felt felt became too much. the pressure in your abdomen felt odd, yet, you couldn’t release it. not when he was staring you down like that, daring you to cum without permission.

“p-please let me cum shoyo, I-I can’t hold it,” the desperation in your voice made him twitch inside you, the untamed lust and want causing his release to creep up on him quicker than usual.

“you better make a mess on it princess.”

i can explain … 🧍🏽‍♀️but I will not

#happy birthday sugawara my bby <3 #almost forgot the tags its now 11:45 omg #x black reader #black y/n #black reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #haikyu smut #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata smut #hinata shoyo smut #sawamura daichi x reader #daichi x reader #sugawara smut #sugawara x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi smut

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queenofallimagines · 9 months

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Hi! This is literally my first time requesting anything ( I couldn’t see if your requests were closed or not but if they are please ignore this), but I would like to request daisuga x first year (black) reader please? :)

Also, I love your blog! It’s so hard to find people who make hcs for black people so when I found you I was sooo excited :) love you, and have a great day!

This has so much flavor anon ily🥹

Daisuga:

- this is the funniest relationship ever congratulations

- Bc not only are you dating two third years daichi is constantly tired of you and suga’s shenanigans

- Suga can run w the best of em I fear so daichi is left in the dark when y’all start acting goofy 😭

- “No bc I’m not about to let her shenan😒”

- “???? What?”

- “Daichi keep up🙄🙄Bc if you let ‘em shenan once best believe they gon shenanigan!”

- He’s stressed!!

- Suga is just as chaotic as noya and hinata so he can be the mom friend but in more of a wine aunt “get they ass!!” Type way

- And he’s very “if you do it imma do it too” so god help whoever starts shit w you be he’s got your follow up💀

- Daichi making sure you do your homework

- Constantly pestering you to sleep and heat healthy too

- Likes bringing you to vollyball practice buuuut highkey lowkey you a distraction

- Noya and Tanaka asking you how you managed to pull them both and also you’re just really chill to hang with

- Hinata and kageyama have huge little sibling energy even tho your in the same year

- Putting tsukishima in his place Lmaoo

- Y’all gossip buddies sorry don’t make the rules he’s the devil on your shoulder encouraging you to be meaner

- “Drag them👀”

- Plus you’re besties w asahi by proxy so you get along w the whole team

- Sticking up for asahi to stress out daichi more>>>

- “Leave that little guy alone!!”

- “LITTLE HES LIKE 6”2????”

- Sleeping over at sugas house and cuddling is like the best past time activity

- he has a bonnet you left there that he keeps when you come over

- we will NOT let you put in on yourself he will put in in you like a crown lmao

- daichi gets jealous bc he insists on doing it every time you guys sleep together

- will oil and braid your hair up for bed

- I feel like daichi is really good at helping with your hair

-if you get either of them a durag as a joke they will wear them seriously and not take them off

- Along with working out!

- Daichi will definitely not let you ogle him and suga as they workout so you’re gunna be sweating too

- Which suga will definitely pull a “let me help you get in the right position” to feel you up

- He’s definitely shameless about how attracted he is to you like he’s NOT ashamed to show that he’s with two hot people

- Daichi is more reserved to where PDA is just holding hands, head pats and cheek kisses

- Really makes it look like you guys are just really good friends but will say your his partner without hesitation

- Suga is going around parading how hot his two partners are and how he’s the luckiest guy in the world

- Planning your wedding as we speak tbh

- Daichi was trying to bite his tongue when two classmates were making jokes about how he’s a third wheel and suga and you will ditch him and start dating

- Like at first he was like lmao you have no idea

- But they’re were really trying to make him insecure

- To which he goes

- “ACTUALLY both of my partners make sure to spare equal amounts of their time with me”

- Like he will subtly flex his relationship if people want to act up

- Suga will show up to your classroom to collect you for lunch lmao

- Everyone is all shook bc this super pretty third year shows up and he’s the volleyball teams setter?

- And he’s like “I’m here to get you so we can eat lunch together💕”

- Lmao he will embarrass you by being so sweet

- Asahi praying for you tbh bc you have to put up w both of them at once

- Also hope you don’t have any classes w tsuki bc he will “go as your boyfriends” YOU TO DEATH!!

- “Hey kei can I borrow a pencil?”

- “You can’t go ask your boyfriends if they have one??”

#daisuga #haikyū!!#haikyuu sugawara #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x black reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader poly #poly #daichi sawamura x reader #sugawara kōshi #sugawara x reader #daichi x sugawara #daisuga x reader #x black reader #my writing #haikyuu scenarios

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dreamersville · 11 months

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ik everybody says hi, or some variation of that hut idk what else to say .. so HIIII. 😂😂 anyways i was wondering if you had any headcannons for Haikyuu!! like the ones you did for fatgum and tamaki .. i dont have a specific character but you could write for anybody if you dont mind. um thank youu and i really like your writing style

an? hiii love bugg🥰🥰. i wasnt really sure who to write for so this is more of like a general thingy? if thats so okay with you. and thank you so much for the compliment 🥹🫶🏽. the delusion was at an all time high for this 😭😭. request are open.

pairings? haikyuu x black reader

tw? none that i know of

Lying on their chest while they are on their back on the couch. You and them watching movies from your childhood including: Drum Line. Juice, Love & Basketball, Friday, and many many more, you explaining all the lore to them while they have one arm rubbing up and down your back the other one in your humming and asking questions every now and then to show that they are listening and intrigued. [daichi, anoe,yamamoto,semi,matsukawa,]

— You're used to hearing them wandering around the room getting ready for work, and waking up usually waking up to the noise but today you didn't, matta fact .. you didn't even hear the alarm go off, you groan as you turn over to see that they are still asleep. You slide up behind them wiggling your “ice cold” toes between their calves and shake their shoulders to wake them up. They jump up with a quickness thanking you for waking them up, as they rush about trying to get ready, but ofc they cant forget to come back and give you your “see you later” kiss. [konoha,tendō, osamau, ukai, kenma] — ORRRR you're usually the one who gets up earlier than them but today is your day off so you're going to sleep in and get some extra sleep. They are tiptoeing around while getting ready trying not to wake or disturb you because you really need this sleep. They come back in the room and fix their side of the bed then coming to your side you read just you and your head scarf, kissing your forehead goodbye. They might have stood there watching you gravity towards their side of the bed and snuggle into their pillow.. But you can't prove it. [yakuu, saeko, asahi, koganwgawa] — Let's talk about how they hover around you when you're cooking not only because it smells good but you like to have them taste test the food. Coming around the corner, spoon in one hand while the other one is under the spoon catching anything that might fall, you hold their chin as you let them try the food. Even if they rain down praise on everything they taste and are truly no help, you still have fun as you dance around the kitchen with them. {they also try to sneak an extra taste while they think you're not pay attention but gets caught every single time} [hinata, hanamaki,atsumu, ninshinoya, daishō] — They’ve grown to love Sundays. The idea of cleaning and listening to music with you all day ??? sooo domestic. Yall typically split the cleaning, there are no specific “rolls” per say, yall just do what yall wanna do. You are always in charge of the playlist because you are having the bestest songs ever. Don't let Let's Groove by Earth, Wind & Fire play because clean????? When let's groove playing??? Ain't no way baby. [sakusa, yachi, kita, kai, takeda] — They've always come back to you with some new bruise or cut and insist that you are the one to take care of it because you're always gentle and kiss it to make them feel better quicker. And the products you use after you're done always smell really good!! When you're done they always say “I think i've got a cut on my lip too” [hinata, kageyama, kyōtani, lev, bokuto] — You always turn the air down when you want to cuddle with them because they always claim it's too hot and you just wanna cuddle and be comfortable. You're used to the air being at 70 but their not, so here they come with with sweatpants on 2 pairs of socks a hoodie with a shirt on and a blanket on their shoulders, demanding you give up some of your body heat [goshiki, tsukishima, futakuchi, tanaka, michimya]

— [ ] who likes to come find you, interrupting whatever you're doing to put you in his lap and make you touch your forehead with and stare into each other's eyes. Mostly to be annoying but they like to have your presence around them and don't know how to ask so they just .. yk. [kageyama, fukunaga, anoe, terushima] — They loveeee to come behind you while you're standing and wrap their arms around you holding you while swaying side to side. Most times they don't initiate a conversation, they either put that chin on your head or shoulder or bury their face into your neck. Smelling that scent of shea butter and whatever frit you decide you wanted to smell like. [daichi, kuroo, akaashi, ushijma, oikawa] — [ ] knows your orders for multiple fast food and restaurants. + all the lil specialties of is, such ass you liking a spicy chicken sandwich combo no sauce add mayo, chilled strawberry lemonade from popeyes. its second atp. you just tell them where you wanna eat and they take care or everything else. [aone,kenma, osamu, aran, suga] — Yall have dance battles at random ass times. R a n d o m ass times. Yall could be grocery shopping, you send him to go get something on the other isle, you'd hear a song yall both like over the intercom playing, and you immediately look towards the end of the isle to see them slide into just in time as yall start dancing towards each other, not caring who see you. [tanka, nishinoya, tendō,hanamaki,] — They see you do your skin care routine and decide that they wanna copy you because your skin is literally the softest skin he’s ever encountered. But he likes when you apply the product to his skin because their fingers are calluses from playing volleyball. Matching headband to pull you guys hair back. It's sooo cuteeeee ahh i'm in love. [oikawa, atsumu and osamu, sakusa,] — You said i love you first and freaked the absolute dogshit outta them. Frfr. baby was clutching them pearlsssss, didn't know what to say? What to do? Obviously he loves you too, more actually if you let him tell it but they are still in this state of pure shock. You would be panicking if they didn't already say it to you when you were “sleeping”. [ashai, yamamoto, yamaguchi, konoha, kita] — On the contrary they said it first … accidentally but they still said it first. Yall were probably doing so mundane shit and they was just thinking “damn i really fucking love them” except it wasnt in their head, it was definitely out loud. Out loud as in you could hear them out loud, you were shocked but said it back and continued on with what you were doing like you didn't just change their life for the better. [suga, semi, washio, iwazumi, yaku] — Now they had a whole plan set out. From the time you woke up until the time they decided it was best to say it. They act like the finna propose or sum. It's really nice you're not suspicious because it was date night. You cried or wtv, (it's not or wtv, it was that ugly cry. lip curled back, nose running, ya getting red inna face, hiccuping after every breath, they are concerned dd) anyways you eventually say it back because duh you love, like hello?? You were already planning your wedding. And so were they. [lev, asahi, fukunaga, aran, kageyama]

hopefully you enjoyed!! thank you for the request💜!! i tried to include a wide variety of characters 😭, sorry if this wasnt what you wanted. request are open

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simp-nerd-16 · 2 years

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I have no love life irl... But damn, my fictional relationships 👀😏

#tadashi hamada x reader #bruce wayne x reader #billy russo imagine #dc imagine #nightwing x reader #jason todd x reader #haikyuu x reader #sugawara x reader #kuroo x y/n #bakugou x reader #tamaki x reader #nanami x reader #dazai x reader #sirius black x reader #remus x reader

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missbangtangirl · 1 year

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This is exactly what Suga was talking about with scandals or controversial just from him drinking whiskey, like we haven’t seen him do that before we’ve seen him drunk before mind you we’ve seen them all drink on lives in the soop their festive dinners, so what’s the issue? This is exactly why Namjoon concert you had to be 18+ to get in. I need y’all to stop painting them in this light they’re adults let them be adults they’re not little kids anymore. Most of them are either already 30 or gonna be turning 30 in the next 2 to 3 to 4 years, I need you to stop fantasizing in the most unhealthiest way. These men are not your boyfriends not your husbands respect them as idols and as such and please be respectful to them when they’re on live, and the other thing, I Gotta say we’ve gone way way too far with the Yoongi marry me joke to the point we’re going into other idols, lives and commenting that and it’s ridiculous it’s embarrassing. It’s cringe. He and it’s a mess up to other idols that think you come there to see them y’all be doing too much lately so now I really understand. I’m really like why for the music video Suga was smoking because y’all are acting ridiculous. Y’all can never let these men beat them, the raw natural, authentic selves and I’m glad they’re not caring anymore and showing who they are and if you don’t like it, you can always leave but it’s ridiculous and then you’re gonna go ahead and paint. Tae as being mean or a bully because he told you to update your comments or your questions, or if he goes and defends his members just leave these men alone let them be happy. Why do you feel like taking all this happiness from them? It’s ridiculous.

#suga #sugawara koushi #bts edits #bts reactions #btsdaily #bts gifs #bts x black reader #bts fanart #btsgif #min yoogni #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #jeon jungkook #park jimin #kim taehyung #bts fic #bts army #btsgifs #bts gif

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gelus-ugs · 2 years

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Haikyuu characters at a black family cookout

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༺The main Karasuno members༻

This is for all my black brothers, sisters, and everything in between 🫶🏽

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Daichi Sawamura

Definitely wears socks n slides🧍🏽

He’s with the dads 99.9% of the time

He - for some reason - knows how to bbq??

So he’ll take over the grill-

He definitely talks and laughs loud with the dads

He yells whenever talking to someone

You can almost always find him near the grill

The dads love him

Kōshi Sugawara

He either plays with the kids, or gets everyone everything they need-

Like I can see him running around and playing tag with the younger cousins

Or I can also see him constantly making trips to the food with different plates each time cuz ppl’s kids want food but are too scared to get it themselves lmao me

He’ll occasionally talk with the moms and aunties

The kids and moms/aunties love him and definitely want him to babysit their kids-

Asahi Azumane

Poor boy probably gets a bit overwhelmed from the amount of people 😭

He sticks beside you most of the time

The dads talk to him and he’s so intimidated by them despite being taller than - or at least the same height as - most of them

The dads like him. “He’s a funny one” as they like to say 😭

The dads love to mess with Asahi- only for him receive a pat on the back and deep chuckle with the signature “I’m just messin with ya”

The kids love him for some reason-

They just find him so cool

He ends up giving piggy back rides

Yū Nishinoya

Definitely by the food

Like- mans is stuffing his face

He only stops eating when the kids ask him to play with them

He’s amazing. He runs around with the kids, gives them piggy back rides, etc

If there’s a kid awkwardly standing in the corner, he makes it his mission to include them in on the fun

He even gets you to join in :))

Everyone thinks he’s funny and loves his company

Ryūnosuke Tanaka

Dear lord-

Ngl, he’s probably stuffing his face with food

Or he’s off playing with the younger cousins

The dads love to joke around with him cuz he always matches the vibe

Tbh I can also see him as the type to get warn out and just..pass out on a random couch

Definitely takes 10 plates of food home at the end

Everyone loves his loud energy

Tobio Kageyama

Tbh he probably follows you around

He just doesn’t know what to do 😭

He loves the food and will secretly get seconds or thirds when no one’s paying attention

He also tries to teach the younger cousins volleyball

That didn’t work out too well-

He just ends up going back to following you around

He’s polite when talking to people :))

Shōyō Hinata

Everyone loves him

The dads love his enthusiastic energy

The moms love how sweet he his

The kids love playing with him

The granny’s love feeding him cuz he always eats everything on his plate

He’s everywhere, socializing with anyone and everyone

Kei Tsukishima

He just stands in a corner with his headphones on-

He’s not even playing anything not like he could hear it with the loud ass music anyways- he just wants to be left alone

You introduce him to your cousins around your age and y’all just hang out and stick together

If you don’t have cousins your age, you and Tsukishima just end up hiding away in a room for a while and chilling there

Tadashi Yamaguchi

He awkwardly eats his food while following you around

(If it’s held at your house) He tries to hide in your room, but someone’s baby is sleeping in your bed??

That, or he’ll feel bad and feel like he’s invading your space

The moms try to talk to him, and poor boy is so stiff and awkward 😭

The kids try to get him to play with them, but he’s so scared of hurting someone’s child-

He’ll eventually warm up though and he chill with talking with the mothers and aunts :))

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #karasuno #karasuno x reader #asahi azumane #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi #nishinoya yū #tanaka ryuunosuke #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #kei tsukishima #tadashi yamaguchi #black reader #haikyuu x black reader #karasuno x black reader

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liyawritesss · 2 years

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How you doing today love? I've been in my Gojo kinnie era because of this angst fic series I'm reading and MHA has been letting me down lately so imma turn to my HQ boys because they will never let me down.

Can I request the Karasuno Third Years meeting their s/o's parents? Whatever event they meet their s/o's parents is up to you.

ᴍᴇᴇᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛꜱ

Pairing: Sawamura Daichi, Sugawara Koushi, Azumane Asahi x GN!Black!Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Synopsis: What would it be like to bring the third year Karasuno boys home to your family?

Warnings: reader has both parents

A/N: Hello my love <3 I’m doing alright, cramps are killing me tho :(. I’m sorry MHA aint hitting for you, I haven’t gotten back into it cuz I was waiting for all of s5 to drop but i haven’t gotten back to it yet. I think MHA is coming down from it’s peak hype lmao but this aint the post to talk about that. This is for the Karasuno boys!!

Sawamura Daichi

The Karasuno volleyball team had just got done with practice. You had come to watch the boys and give some help to Kiyoko while she was still trying to find a new manager for the team.

Your parents were coming to pick you up, as it was late at night and you lived a ways away, and absolutely refused to have an exhausted Daichi walk you home when he lived in the opposite direction of you

Your parent’s pulled up to the front of the school and, without thinking, you and Daichi waved at them. Your parents knew you had interest in a boy from your class, but had never pressed any further on the topic - they wanted you to come to them about it in your own time.

Sheepishly the both of you approached the car, and you introduced the tall brunette to your mother and father. Daichi was polite and sheepish, trying to not make a fool of himself. It was an impromptu meeting, but deep down he was glad that it finally happened.

Since then, your parents will sometimes hint about meeting the tall brunette again, under more approrpiate settings, and you’d expertly dodge the question, unsure of how Daichi would take the idea. But to your surprise, he more than agrees, joking that if you two are to marry one day, he doesn’t want the first real meeting of your parents being at the alter.

Sugawara Koushi

You were hosting a pastry stand at the Karasuno school festival, and even with his busy schedule with practice and matches with other schools, Suga was there to help you with the setup of your stand

You appreciated his help greatly, and showed it by giving him kisses throughout his time helping you out. And he absolutely adored your affection, so it was an added bonus for him helping you out.

You’d finally finished setting up everything, you were just waiting for your parents to bring the pastries that had been kept warm at home. You had your arms around Sugawara’s neck, his arms around your waist, just off in your own little world. You hardly notice your parents approaching your stand, and its only when you feel Sugawara stiffen that you turn to see them.

Your mom and dad are holding the containers with your pastries inside, trying not to show that they were flustered by the sight of you and your boyfriend (who they haven’t met, but have heard much about) very close and intimate.

Sugawara remains stiff and on edge the entire time your parents are there, and probably ends every other sentence with an “I’m so sorry” because this was not the way he wanted to meet your family. And at the remark from your father to one day have dinner together so that he can have a redo, the poor boy flushes bright red.

Azumane Asahi

Your parents were having a small get together at your house, and having heard so much about the boy you were seeing, they suggested you bring him over so that they could meet him formally

Asahi, like in anything, was a nervous wreck. He fretted over what to wear, what to do with his hair, how much cologne he should wear, and most importantly, what to say to your parents when the time came.

If possible he would like to not let go of your hand. He needs you for grounding. This man will die on the spot if he loses sight of you, especially around the parents of the girl he’s dating

At first your folks are skeptical, because due to his older appearance, they think you’re dating some kind of delinquent who was held back. But after straightening out the misconception, they’re more than welcoming to the volleyball player. Your mother marvels at his height, and your dad enjoys talking sports with him.

Though he was nervous the entire night, Asahi’s glad that the inevitable was finally done. He wouldn’t have done it if he truly didn’t love you and didn’t see a future with you. Now all he has to worry about is asking your dad for your hand in marriage. Yup, no pressure at all.

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lingeriae · 2 years

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𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘢, 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢, 𝘬𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢, 𝘺𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘪

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 - 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵

—Koushi was always so insatiable when it came to you, even before the 'agreement' his hands would never stray from your figure and you easily brushed it off because you were besfriends. But how could you explain this?

His body trapping you against the wall of the clubs storage room, his hands roaming up and down your hips, his lips teasingly sucking on yours.

It made you dizzy. How hard he was kissing you made you breathless.

You begged him to slow down, begedg him to let you go before this esculated any further so that you wouldn't get caught but he ignored your protest squeezing your hips as he looked at you through hooded eyes, "I don't care, let them catch us."

—Hinata is a tease, and he disguises it with his innocent facade. Tho the shit that he whispers in your ears was nothing innocent, his kisses weren't either.

they always had a way of making your knee's buckle and him pulling back to allow his breath to fan across the sunkissed supple of your cheek didn’t help. his eyes bright with desire as he ran his tongue across his lips whilst his eyes were on your swollen glossed lips.

"Don't look at me like that! You tryna get railed at my goin away party?"

--Kageyama's attractive. Anyone with eyes can see that, well except him. It's like he doesn't know what he does to you when grinning down at you like that with his boyish smile. a subtle pink blush dusted across his drink assumingly because of the wine he drank,

he had the audacity to look suprised when you dragged him into a room by his tie, a knowing smirk tugging on his pink lips as he watched the way your hips swayed.

you couldn't help it! kissing him like your life depended not even stopping to breathe as his hands fell to your ass with a hum. finally pulling away, you left a final peck to the blue-eyed boys lips, giggling at his breathless expression.

sucking his teeth, he pinched your cheek with his fingers in faux annoyance. "you tryin to stiffle me, brat?"

--Looking at Yamaguchi alone made you breathless, as his back muscles effortlessly flexed when he stirred around the pancake mix, his skin glowing under the sunlight, it gave you a rock hard coc-

he made you just wanna sit in his lap and kiss him all morning with no pause and interruptions, and that's exactly what you were planning to do as you wrapped your arms around his middle kissing the freckles across his back enjoying the way he hummed at your affection.

you tried to conceal your smile when he stiffened as your hands began to wonder bellow his hips only to squeak in surprise when he spinned you around so you were caged against the counter, your plumped lips breaking out into a smile as yamaguchi began to continously pepper kisses on every spot of your face before finally moving to your lips.

whining into his mouth as he sucked on your tongue and possesively licked into your mouth, you gripped unto his bicep earning a low groan from him which caused your thighs to push against each other before he pulled awaw, his eyes sparkling in amusement at your breathless state.

"Where'd that smile go?"

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐞ᵗᵐ

#x black reader #hq x black reader #sugawara kōshi #sugawara x you #hinata shoyuo #hinata x you #kageyama tobio #kageyama x you #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi x you #writtenbyjae🧘🏾‍♀

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letsmakethingsclear-ididntask · 2 years

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Unwanted dinner

Aran x black!reader

Warning: Strong language, shitty people, Kenma is taking nobody’s shit, mention pregnancy and abortions

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Word count: idk :D

Every picture will most likely have a written portion directly under it.

“Will you two shut up?” Lev called, over the two’s bickering. Lev was driving because Kenma could be bothered to, even though it was his car. Y/n had shotgun while Kenma took the back seat.

“Can we just go to our own dinner? Like honestly, I could be streaming right now.” Kenma complained, not looking up from his game.

“Right, were already late, we can just not show up?” Y/n huffed while she played with her polished fingernails.

“I don’t want to go either, but y’all know nana is expecting us to be there.” Lev said sadly. Y/n and Kenma didn’t say anything after that. The drive continued in silence.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The trio walked into the very extravagate restaurant and they were lead to a large section that was for private parties. Y/n was slowly filling up with dread. she regretted coming here, she wanted nothing more than to go back home and be with Aran. To talk and laugh about anything and everything. Just for him to hold her and say ‘everything is going to be okay’.

Y/n subconsciously reached out for Kenma’s hand and held it tight. This stopped both men from walking and they looked to her.

‘‘Y/n. We don’t have to go in. We can turn around and go back home. We’ll call Grandma another day.” Kenma said and Lev agreed. Neither one of them looked forward to this, they all knew this dinner would end badly.

“Let’s just get this over with”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They finally walked into the space the dinner was being held. It was spacious and brightly lit, low music playing in the background. The Kuroos we’re talking amongst each other with five other people attending that they were unaware of. One person that none of them knew and the other one was talking cheerfully while practically sitting in Kuroo’s lap.

“Yaku, Alisa and the other Haiba are here,,,,,,,,,, fucking greaaaaaaat.” Kenma spoke loudly on purpose, walking over to the vacant seats. He ignored the people that tried to greet him.

Alisa stood from her seat on Kuroo’s lap and made her way over to them with a bright smile the irked the trio immediately.

“Levochka! I missed you so much!” Alisa called, walking over to Lev with outstretched arms. Lev simply side stepped her and walked over to the seats, pulling one out for Y/n in between Kenma and himself. Alisa almost tripped over her own feet. While Y/n bit back her laughter, Kenma and Lev made their amusement know. Kenma could feel everyone looking at them and spoke up, annoyed.

“What? Did you expect us NOT to laugh after she tripped over her stupid looking ass heels? If she stayed seated and been a lap bitch, then she wouldn’t have almost fell on her face and we wouldn’t be laughing” Kenma stated.

“Excuse me??” Alisa's mother interjected. “Of course, momma bitch has to say something” Kenma rolled his eyes. She gasped completely offended, Kenma mocked her gasped. She looked over to her husband completely expecting him to defend her and their daughter, he did not. Kenma was bored so he turned his attention to Kuroo.

“I see you forgot to mention that we could bring a plus 1 to dinner”

“So, what if I did? I see you forgot to wear the proper clothes for dinner.”

“I think we did you guys a favor” Lev cut in “We would hate to be confused for your family” he said with a smile.

Kuroo and Lev were having somewhat of a staring match while Kenma glared at Alisa and her mother. Y/n finally decided to speak up and address the unknown man at the table.

“I’m sorry, I don’t believe we’ve met. who are you?” The man looked taken aback, not expecting to be spoken to.

Before he could speak attention was brought to the entrance. Some waiters announced the arrival of Grandma. Everyone stood to greet her she gave them all a bland hello before her eyes fell upon the pink trio.

Her eyes crinkled with her smile as she greeted them warmly. Immediately taking Lev into her arms with an eager hug. She did the same with Kenma and Y/n.

“Darling, your dress is wonderful! The pink suits you well.” she complemented her, giving her face a gentle squeeze. They walked her to the table where she decided to sit next to Y/n in between Lev and Kenma.

After everyone was seated, the waiters came out and took everyone’s order and brought out drinks. Grandma took notice of the new people in the room and gave them all a look. “Darling” she spoke to Y/n “Do you know these extra people? I do believe that this was family gathering, why are they here?” Before Y/n could answer her, Kuroo’s older sister interjected.

“Grandmother! These are-” “Child.”

All kindness left her voice, eyes cold as she stared at her Grandchild. “I do not think I was talking to you when I asked my question. Only speak when you are spoken too. Have your parents not taught you and your brother this?” She turned her attention back to Y/n waiting for her to answer her question.

Y/n explained that the people where Alisa and Her parents plus a man she did not know. The man introduced himself as Yuki and stated that he was Yaku’s plus one.

“And what is your relationship with Yaku?” “Oh! ma’am Yaku-kun is my boyfriend” Yuki spoke cheerfully. With that he grabbed Yaku’s hand and kissed that back of it. As he did, he maintained eye contact with Lev, so did Yaku. They both wore a smug look. Yaku had the thought that he was the best thing Lev ever had even after their separation. He thought that Lev would be too depressed to ever move on from him. He only brought a date to get a reaction out of him. All he got was a raised eyebrow and a side glance.

“Boyfriend? Yaku are you not married to Lev?” Grandma asked confused and a little angry.

“No grandma we are not married. We are in the process of a divorce.”

“Oh? And what happened for it to lead to this” Grandma looked between the two. Her eyes fell on Yaku where they stayed, staring into his eyes. Yaku immediately felt like she knew everything that happened, just by looking into his eyes. He broke the contact.

“Well Nana, I’ll tell you some other time. When the company is more, pleasant.” Lev said then sighed.

“Well now I feel lonely. I didn’t know we could bring a +1, I would have brought Shinsuke-kun.” he said with a pout.

“And who is Shinsuke? There are a lot of your friends I am not familiar with.”

“Kita Shinsuke is his boyfriend Grandma” Kenma said smugly, looking at Yaku.

Grandma looked absolutely shocked, and the table was silent. No one talked but Kuroo looked over to Yaku. His eyes held so many emotions, everyone at the table could see it. The silence was interrupted by Grandma grabbing Lev’s face and going ape shit on him.

“You have a Boyfriend, and you didn’t bring him to dinner!” “Grandma I didn’t know we could-”

“That’s no excuse!! You need to bring him here. I want to meet him!!” “Grandma I’m sorry-” “I don’t want you sorry!! I want to meet your Boyfriend!!”

“KENMA HAS A BOYFRIEND TOO” “Hey! leave me out of this” Her attention was then turned to Kenma, who sat next to Y/n. Grandma has now released Lev’s poor cheeks and gave Kenma the same treatment.

"You two have some nerve not telling me about your boyfriends. I expect a full explanation later on" she said. Kenma and Lev agreed with a grumble rubbing their faces.

"Grandma blame your grandson. He left out that we could bring a plus one when he said we had to come." Y/n said.

Grandma huffed " well tell your partners to clear up their schedules as soon as possible. I need to meet them."

Kenma looked at Y/n before looking at Kuroo, who he smirked at. "Does that mean Y/n boyfriend has to come too?" Kenma asked. Grandma looked confused

“Yes, Tetsurou has to come. Why wouldn’t he?” Kenma felt the harsh glare he was getting from the Kuroos and Yaku but he couldn’t care less. Kenma looked at them with smug eyes and a small smirk. Lev faked his shock.

“Nana nobody told you? Y/n broke up with Kuroo” Lev said with and over exaggerating pout that Kenma copied. “They haven’t been together for a while”

Grandma looked to Y/n with a short of hurt expression, confusion in her eyes. Y/n gave her the biggest grin she could before answering her unspoken question “Grand I’m fine! I haven’t been this happy in the past few years”

“If you say so, but why are all of you ending your relationships? I don’t understand it” she spoke sadly.

“You have a shitty grandson. That’s why” Kenma spoke bluntly, Lev eagerly agreed.

She turned to said grandson, to ask what Kenma was talking about but was interrupted by Kuroo’s mother frantically calling for a waitress to take their orders. She ended up ordering for the whole table. The waitress quickly wrote down the orders and left, staring at Y/n as she went. Y/n didn’t know why the waitress looked at her terrified, but she didn’t question it. She only raised an eyebrow and her expression turned to pity and quickly left.

"Is someone going to explain what Kenma is talking about?"

"It's nothing mother. Please don't worry yourself over it."

"We will tell you about it at lunch nana." Lev said

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Everyone made small talk amongst themselves as they waited for the food to come. Grandma would not talk with anyone but the trio, she didn't like how her family was treating them. She could see something was up with them.

"Darling, are you wearing makeup? You look like you're glowing." she complimented Y/n. "I guess I'm glowing because I'm happy"

"She's only happy because she got her pu-ACK!! Fucking OW!" Kenma tried to say but Y/n stepped on his toe with her heel. "Y/n that wasn't very nice!" Lev said.

Then starters came out and were placed on the table, each person started with a salad. "Please enjoy, out meals will be out shortly" the waiters called together before leaving. Something was off, that same waiter wouldn't look at anyone seated at the table. Y/n felt sick, her salad smelt funny, and her nose scrunched up which was noticed by the table.

"What's wrong Y/n?"

"It smells funny.." "The salad?" "Yeah"

Despite the smell, Y/n still tried some of the salad. She immediately spit it out into a napkin and pushed the plate away. "No. it tastes awful too."

"Well, I'll eat it if you don't want it. I like it" Lev said as he took the plate.

"Oh please!" Alisa huffed "Its just a salad. And you can finish it?"

Her mother chimed in "honestly, no wonder you look like that."

The other women at the table snickered at the remarks made. Y/n looked bored and rolled her eyes.

"I don't have to eat it if I don't want too." "Well maybe you should eat a salad sometimes, maybe then you wouldn't look like that." Alisa jabbed .

"Okay. Since we are talking bout appearances, for a "all natural" you sure are wearing a lot of makeup. It looks blotchy, right around your nose. Like you're trying to hide something."

"And you, ma'am. You look like you've had several Botox procedures done on your face. Maybe you and your daughter shouldn't be worrying 'bout my diet and more 'bout the wrinkles on your big ass fucking head. If your gonna use me for a joke at least make it funny" This got a laugh out of Granny.

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"Hey, don't eat it if your gonna make a face like she did" Kenma said looking at Lev. "Okay. Y/n was right, it tastes funny. Excuse me! Can I get a to-go box? thank you."

"Why would you take it home if it tastes funny?"

"Maybe it won't taste funny tomorrow?"

"..... You're an idiot" "You guys are so mean tonight!" Lev whined.

"Anyway, I asked for you all to attend dinner tonight because I have some very important things to discuss with you all. But seeing as how people I don't consider family have attended this dinner I will discuss it on a later day." Grandma said.

"I think you three should leave. You heard grandma, this is a family event" Alisa said, waving her hand in a dismissive manner.

"..... I knew you were a fucking moron." Lev said. Alisa tried to counter but was silenced by Grandma.

"Lev is right, you are incredibly stupid. I was referring to you, your parents, and that Yuki fellow. You and your mother have done nothing but be rude and snarky to my ACTUL wanted guess. At least your father was quite this whole time. Yuki has barley spoken but he still managed to make me angry. Hes been glaring at Lev all night. Yaku, maybe find a partner that won't be intimidated by your Ex-husband. Thank you all, you've ruined my dinner." she gathered her things to leave, she turned to the trio and gave a smile "I still expect to meet them soon you three."

"Grandmother before you go, I- we have something to tell you all" Tetsuro said, grabbing Alisa's hand and putting his other in his pocket.

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system-to-the-madness · 2 months

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Secret Notes and Misunderstandings - Sugawara Kōshi x Reader

Pairing: Sugawara Kōshi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: fluff Word Count: 3 420 Warnings: Use of y/n, Tanaka and Noya Summary: You receive secret notes from someone. If only they were from your crush Suga A/N: I’m not really happy with the style of this one…

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It had to be every schoolgirl’s dream, receiving cute notes written by a secret admirer, pushed into her locker every morning. And the notes were cute, they really were. Never creepy or offensive, just sweet.

It had started almost a month ago. One morning you had opened your locker, only to find a small note fluttering out. Not recognizing it, you had unfolded the paper that seemed to have been ripped from a Kanji exercise book. In an unfamiliar handwriting, using what seemed like a fine 0.3mm black ink pen, a few words had been scribbled down, making a smile pull at your lips.

“I’m too shy to tell you this in person, but your presentation on the United Nations yesterday was crazy good.”

You had folded the note back together, and placed it in your pencil case, where it made you smile every time you glanced at it.

“You’re in a good mood today,” Sugawara, your classmate, had grinned when he had passed you during lunch break on this way to the sink.

You had shrugged, your heart beating faster when you had realized that Suga had addressed you. The feeling that ran through your body at every interaction with him was so different from the feelings the note had sparked, so much better.

The notes had started that day, and there had not been one day of school since then, that there hadn’t been one shoved into your locker in the morning. Over time they had gotten more personal, leaving less and less doubt about the author’s attraction to you. He (and you knew it was a guy by the words he used), was never offensive or creepy, just plainly sweet, complimenting the hair clip you had worn the other day, or sometimes even admitting how he wished he would be brave enough to talk to you normally, without these notes.

And the more he revealed his own thoughts, his own insecurities and wishes, the more he revealed of his heart, the worse you felt. The notes were cute, sweet, and normally you would have been dying to know who went through all the effort just for your sake. Maybe you would have been trying to find out who it was and asked them out, just because you felt like after all the effort he had made, he deserved you take a risk too.

But no matter how much you wanted to feel excited and honoured by these notes, there was still Suga. Suga who was in the same class as you and your mysterious admirer, Suga who was working hard in every subject, who helped the other students when they struggled, who laughed loud and unashamedly in the breaks, who’s smile was warm like summer sun beams, even when it was only late February. So really it was Sugawara’s fault, you thought to yourself, that you couldn’t reciprocate the feelings these notes conveyed. If it weren’t for your stupid, stupid, unrequited crush on him, you’d have tried to get into contact with the author of these notes weeks ago. But your heart was hopelessly hung up on someone else, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself to let these feelings go.

So, when you stared down on what had to be the boldest note yet, you felt a little sick.

"I've been trying to work up the courage to ask you to sit with me for lunch for weeks now, but every time I think about getting up and asking you, I get so nervous that I can't even think properly anymore. Maybe I’ll ask you tomorrow. I want to make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. What do you think?"

The nervousness of the author as he had written these words and then pushed the note into your locker was basically seeping out of the paper into your hands, pleading you to be as nervous about him as he was about you. But instead, you knew he was just setting himself up for heartbreak. This had to stop. Now. You had allowed this boy to bring up his hopes for far too long now. You had to end this. Even if it would hurt him. Even when you would feel awful for breaking his heart. But it was better to end this now than to have him work up the courage to face you and then tell it into his face.

Although he did deserve a gentle let down, he didn’t deserve to torture himself before it. So, after your last class, you ripped out a page of your notebook and grabbed one of your pens. During class, between paying attention to the teachers’ words and the way Suga was bouncing his leg under the table on the other side of the classroom, you had mentally prepared what you wanted to write.

“Dear friend, thank you very much for all the notes over the past weeks. I have enjoyed reading them, but I’m sorry to tell you that I can’t reciprocate your feelings. I already have someone I like, and it wouldn’t be fair to let you keep hoping I will return your feelings. In fact, I should have told you this a lot sooner, and I’m sorry for the pain I’m causing you now. Let this be the last exchange.”

You had been tempted to add words of reassurance or comfort, but you were worried they might make him hope against hope that you would eventually return his feelings. When the last class was over, you used a thin strip of washi-tape and stuck the note to your locker so it was blocking the little gap in the door. This way the note couldn’t possibly go unnoticed by whoever had sent you the others.

The next morning rolled around, and you were almost nervous, when you took off your shoes and placed them in the rack, going to your locker to grab your books for the day. The note you had stuck to its door the day prior was gone, and you already feared someone else might have removed it, but when you opened the locker, no new note came sailing out. You were almost a little disappointed. But you had asked him to stop writing, so you had gotte what you wanted. This was for the best. Let him be disappointed or maybe even a little heartbroken, and by next week he would have moved on.

When you entered the classroom, you found, much to your surprise, that yesterday’s note hadn’t been the last. Instead, someone had placed two wrapped onigiri on your table, and a note underneath. Up until now, the paper had always been torn neatly out of notebooks, the signs evenly paced and written with precision. This time, even though it was the by now familiar handwriting, the page seemed to have been ripped out in haste, the words smeared over the paper, smudging the ink.

“I already made these, and I thought you should have them. If you don’t want them, leave them on the desk during lunch break and I’ll take them back. This is my last note. Thanks for your honesty.”

You bit your lip, staring down at the paper. You could tell his hand had shaken when he had written this note. While nervousness had seeped out of the other notes, this one seemed to ooze pain. He’ll get over it, you thought to yourself, over me.

Quickly you crumbled the note in your hand, pushing the onigiris to the edge of the table, not intending to eat them. With a few steps you made your way to the paper basked, discarding the final note of your secret admirer. On your way back to your desk, your eyes skipped over to where Suga was sitting, as always when you got the chance.

He sat backsided on a chair, arms crossed over the backrest, chin propped on his lower arm. He had taken off his jacket, leaving him in the short sleeved, white button-up of the uniform. Warm spring sunlight flitted in through the window, catching in his silver hair and making it gleam like star light. He looked angelic, you thought to yourself. Even though Daichi was telling him something, and laughing at his side, Suga barely seemed to listen, his gaze absentmindedly directed into the distance. He looked pale, you realized, pale and tired. Hopefully he wouldn’t get sick in the last weeks of the school year.

Suddenly his gaze drew away from wherever he had stared of to, and directed itself to you instead. You felt like your heart almost stopped at the way his coffee brown eyes bore into you, and feeling your cheeks heat up, you lifted your hand to wave at him with a smile. Instead of returning the gesture, he only seemed to tense, before tearing his eyes away from you and sitting up, saying something to Daichi instead.

Confused at his unusual reaction, you walked back to your seat, sitting down. The onigiri in front of you seemed to mock you, and far more frequent than usually your gaze flickered over to Suga during the day. His mood didn’t seem to better though, and in fact it grew only grimmer when he caught you staring at him once.

You were not the only one who seemed to pick up on his unusual behaviour, because as the bell rang for lunch break, you overheard Daichi ask him if everything was okay. Suga only answered he was fine, even though he sounded upset and annoyed, but the rest of the conversation got drowned out by the voices of other students.

Like every day, you left the classroom at the beginning of lunchbreak to refill your bottle at the water fountain in the hallway. Today you made sure to take an extra few minutes; hopefully giving the author of the notes you had received enough time to retrieve the onigiri from your desk. And sure enough, by the time you returned to the classroom, they were gone.

The rest of the day went by without any other incidents, unless one counted Suga’s terrible mood. Even across the classroom it seemed to rub off on you. Originally you had wanted to pay closer attention to the other boys, trying to see if anyone’s behaviour differed from usually which might give them away as the author of the messages, but instead your focus was entirely on Suga and what you could do to cheer him up.

When the last class ended, and you still hadn’t thought of anything useful to say to Suga, you just opted for a wave and a smile, as you usually did, bidding him goodbye before heading off to your club. But unlike all the other days, he ignored you completely, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth and your heart heavy.

It was already growing dark outside when you hasted through the corridors of the school again. Your club had finished only a few minutes ago, when you had remembered there was a book you needed for homework, so you were on your way back to the lockers. You had almost reached them, when suddenly the voices of two students made you stop.

“He explicitly said not to get involved,” the one nagged.

“But have you seen him? Can you really just stand by and watch him suffer like that,” the other voice replied.

Carefully you snuck around the last corner, finding two boys standing in front of your locker. Even in the dim light you could make out the one’s buzzcut and the other’s unruly hair. They were both in the year below you, you realized, and members of the volleyball team, teammates of Suga’s. The one with the unruly hair was trying to push a piece of paper through the gap below the door into your locker.

You were about to ask them what they were up to. After all, neither of them couldn’t have been the one writing the notes you had received; that person was in your class. You knew that from the references to your classwork he had been making.

“You know, he’s gonna hate you when he finds out you got involved.”

“So what, let him hate me! As long as he gets his girl! (Y/n) just has to give him a second chance!”

“Who am I supposed to give a second chance,” you asked out loud, stepping out from behind the corner.

The two boys jumped in surprise as your presence, the one with the unruly hair, quickly hiding a piece of paper behind his back.

“Well, you see, the thing is our set-,” he started, immediately receiving a harsh nudge from his friend.

“And what were you trying to push into my locker,” you added. Usually you were not very intimidating, but being a year older than them had its perks: they had to respect you. Demanding, you held out your hand.

The boy with the blond streak in this dishevelled hair shot his friend a side glance before stepping forward and dropping the paper into your outstretched hand.

“Have you been the ones putting notes into my locker,” you asked.

“Yes, well, no. Maybe. Sometimes,” the boy with the buzzcut answered. Tanaka, you remembered.

“What is it now. Have you or have you not?”

“Sometimes,” the other one – Nuka? Nayo? Noya? Oh yes, Noya was his name – answered. “Sometimes we delivered them for our friend, when you had club late and there was the chance of you running into Su-“

He got interrupted by another shove between his ribs. He coughed.

Biting your lip, you twirled the paper between your fingers. You could find out who had sent you all these notes, you realized. You just had to ask now. Tanaka would probably be quiet, but Noya seemed eager to make you like whoever had sent them to deliver them. But did you want to know? Did you really want to go to class tomorrow, look at the person who had written these notes and pretend you didn’t know?

“Please,” Tanaka interrupted your thoughts. “Can’t you give our friend a chance? We know you like someone else, but you’ll forget about that guy in no time, I promise! Our friend is like- he’s the best guy there is really. He’s smart, and patient, and funny-”

“Charming, good-looking, athletic,” Noya continued. “A little chaotic sometimes maybe, but he has like the biggest heart-”

You shook your head. “Listen guys, Tanaka-kun, Noya-kun. I appreciate your effort and I know you just want to see your friend happy, but as I already wrote him: there is someone else I like, and it wouldn’t be right to let your friend hope that my feelings will change eventually. That’s just not fair.”

“But you should’ve seen him today during practice,” Noya continued. “He was not himself! He was devastated! And Suga’s ready to let you walk away because he respects you, but I- we think-”

“Wait, wait,” you lifted your hands in the air, signalling him to stop talking. Your heart was racing. “Say that again.”

“He respects you and-”

“No, you said his name,” you disagreed.

The boys exchanged glances.

“He’ll kill you,” Tanaka mumbled to Noya.

“Did you say Suga,” you asked.

Their silence was answer enough.

All this time you had wanted Suga to notice you and all this time it had been him who had sent you these notes? And then you had rejected him? Was that why he had been so pale today, why he hadn’t smiled at you today? Because you had rejected him, not even knowing who you had rejected? Your heart dropped and the floor felt like it was giving way beneath your feet. You had to fix that. Somehow you had to fix this stupid, stupid situation.

“Do you have a pen?”

Tanaka rummaged around in his pocket, before handing you a blunt pencil. You took it anyway. Unfolding the paper you had taken from Noya, you placed it against the closest locker, flipping it to its empty side.

“What’s Suga’s favourite onigiri filling,” you asked, glancing at Tanaka and Noya from over your shoulder.

“Salmon,” they answered at the same time without hesitation.

You furrowed your brows. “Are you sure?”

“We talked about it just the other day,” Tanaka assured you.

“He said, he likes them because you like them,” Noya added. You exhaled slowly, trying not to laugh. This sounded so much like something Suga would say.

Putting the pen down, you began writing.

“Noya and Tanaka ranted you out. Don’t be mad at them, I made them tell me. Let’s eat lunch together. I’ll make salmon onigiri, I know you like those. We can eat outside under the plum tree. The blossoms are your favourite, aren’t they?”

Quickly, before you could change your mind, you folded the paper, and pushed it into Suga’s locker, making the two boys exchange wide eyed glances.

“What did you write,” they asked excitedly as you returned to your locker to retrieve the book you had come here for.

“Are you giving him a second chance?”

“You’ll see,” you answered with a smile.

The next morning, Suga was already sitting in the classroom when you entered, like he did every morning. When he saw you sitting down behind your own desk, he quickly exchanged a few words with Daichi, before walking over.

Pink was dusting his cheeks, the colour almost matching that of the plum blossoms outside. He was nervous, you could tell, fiddling around with a piece of paper between his fingers. Watching him walk over, your own pulse spiked. Yesterday you had been filled with confidence when you had written the note, but today it all seemed unreal. That was until he dropped the small piece of paper on the desk in front of you, leaning against the table.

For a moment you looked up at him, his chocolate brown eyes nervous but also filled with warmth as he glanced down to you, then you reached for the paper. He had rolled it into a tight scroll, probably an act of nervosity while he had waited for you. For the first time the note didn’t contain any words, only a doodled Smilie. The smile on your face was instantaneous, and quickly you looked back up to Suga, who was full on blushing now.

“I know, I said I’d stop it with the notes, but…” he shrugged bashfully, making you laugh quietly.

“No, that’s okay,” you let him know.

“I do gotta ask though- not that I’m complaining, just curious – what changed your mind?”

He’s still smiling, but you could hear the insecurity in his voice as well.

Inhaling deeply, you settled for the truth. “Turned out the guy I rejected was actually the guy I was rejecting him for.”

Suga just furrowed his brows in confusion.

“What I mean is,” you shuffled in your seat a little, wondering if the words would come any easier if you sat differently or if Suga weren’t nailing you to the chair with the intensity with which he was considering you now. “You’re the guy I was talking about in that note, the person I like. I didn’t know you were also the person sending me these notes.”

Finally, the last bit of hesitation seemed to melt away from Suga. “Lucky then, that I like you, too,” he teased, making your heart stutter and his cheeks tint an even deeper pink. “Sooo, are we eating lunch together?"

You nodded. “I made onigiri, like promised. Is salmon really your favourite filling?”

Suga laughed. “Yeah, it is. Always has been, since I was little.”

He was about to say something else, but was interrupted by the teacher, calling the beginning of the class.

Quickly he pushed away from your desk, winking at you mischievously. This Suga was so very different from the disappointed, heartbroken Suga from yesterday. You knew exactly which one you preferred. He turned around and hurried back to his desk, but not before dropping another note to your table, this one folded several times.

As the teacher began the class, you quickly unfolded the paper under your desk, reading the few words Suga had written down. This time they were a lot neater than the note he had left with the rejected onigiri the day prior.

“I mean it. I really like you too.”

And underneath he had drawn a tiny, almost hesitant doodle of a heart.

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sugawara-levi · 7 months

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Bakugo x reader | Table top

aged up!Bakugo, apx. 20

drabble/imagine, 0.5k words

cw: established relationship, masturbating (reader), dom-ish!bakugo, degradation (slut), jealous + possessive bakugo

When Bakugo comes home and finds you masturbating he’s not exactly pleased.

The thought that he doesn’t satisfy you enough grazes his brain and it doesn’t sit right with him. In his head, if he was enough, you would never need to pleasure yourself by your lonesome. He, of course, takes it as an attack against his pride and has a mind to make up for it.

When he opens the door and hears your soft moans from the next room he’s frozen in place. The next thing you know he’s barging into the living room and stares at you as you jump in surprise. You hadn’t heard the main door open as you were too preoccupied with keeping the hand in your panties busy.

The sight of your hand down your trousers clouds his vision with black, that’s his holy grail.

Marching up to you it doesn’t take him a second before he has you bent over the table. Trousers and panties pulled down no further than your knees.

“You think you can satisfy yourself alone?” he grumbles as he forcefully pushes into you.

“no” your cheek is smashed against the table top and you’re barely managing to hold the edge of the table for support.

“You think you can feel this good without me?”

“no” of course you couldn’t.

“No?”

“No, never” he’s slamming into you so hard, hands on your bare ass, eyes darting between the view of his cock, moving in and out of your wet folds, radiating lewd sounds to his pleasure, and your face.

“Gonna mould the shape of my dick into you.. no one will be able to satisfy you like I do.”

You let out a sharp moan as he hits the sweet spot deep inside you. Think to yourself that already no one could ever satisfy you like he does.

“Yeah? You like that?”, he bends over, closer to your ear and whispers.

“Of course you do you little slut.” a shiver goes through your body.

“Were you thinking of other men while masturbating?”

“hn- no.”

“No? Tell me in words baby.”

“mfh, I- No I wasn’t thinking of other guys’ dick? thinking only if you.” what’s he even saying at this point? you can barely understand the meaning of his words, just know them to be bullshit.

“Yeah? What did you think of me.”

“haah, about your, mng, your dick inside me, fucking me like you are now, ah!”

“Just like this?”

“Just, like this.”

“Well we gotta do something bout that, gotta fuck you better than that” he says as he grabs your hands and hold them up against your back. His pace quickens, slamming into you, and you can feel the table burn agains the front of your thighs. It’s gonna be a long night.

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vampyrsm · 4 months

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‣‣ COR UNUM: CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | YOMI

‣‣ Synopsis: Our Tale continues with the captured Zen'in diving into her very own personal version of Yomi; The Land of the Dead. Here she will face death, will she be strong enough to conquer it? Or will she simply be forced to her knees and succumb to what Fate has decided for her?

‣‣ Main Masterlist | AO3 ‣‣ Pairing: Sukuna x Reader ‣‣ Word Count: est. 7.5k ‣‣ Warnings: Blank blogs & Minors DNI. Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Set in the Early-Heian Period, trueform!Sukuna, female reader, cannibalism, death, cursed spirits, fighting scenes, blood and gore, cursed energy usage.

Darkness. Infinite and finite. Inky blackness that you could sink your fingers into and find yourself lost at sea, floating, lost—forever. It moves and bends around you, welcomes you with icy cold fingers that grasp at your arms. An inescapable embrace of none other than Death herself.

You couldn’t see anything. Couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, if you had even lifted your arm in the first place. You couldn’t feel a thing either. Your back felt as if it were simultaneously on fire and pressed against ice, it burned in more ways than one. The fall had done more damage than you’d expected, you could feel the sticky blood that had dried down the side of your face; no doubt still minutely trickling from the gash somewhere in your hairline.

A fall like that would’ve killed anyone, no doubt. Sugawara had spoken to you briefly before he had shoved you down into that all-consuming darkness, he spoke as if you were to be faced with Death here. Did he expect the fall to kill you or something else?

Something shifts in the darkness, the sound of flesh dragging along the stone. You don’t make a sound, nor do you move an inch when that sound continues to grow louder and more frequent. Multiple things lingered in the dark down here, things that you had only become intimately to know recently.

You could taste their foul energy on the back of your tongue; tainted and impure. It belonged to none other than a curse, and here you are, surrounded by multiple curses that had waited for you to stir awake before they inevitably tore you apart.

The neck brace at your throat no longer burned, your cursed energy unleashed and bubbling at the tips of your fingers. Yet you knew even with the return of your cursed energy, you could not use it to escape here. Something at the back of your mind hissed at the talisman that was pressed into the walls of the pit you had been thrown into.

Scraping claws and flesh grow closer and closer until the darkness becomes tangible, misfigured shadowed figures that loom over you. This close you could scent them, death and rot, mud and rain. These weren’t your ordinary curses, because besides the obvious smell of decay — you could also smell a type of dampness you had come to recognise in the last few days locked away.

These were all once victims of the Shogun too. Cursed and transformed into the very thing he sought to vanquish, they were kept here to punish those who openly defied the Shogun.

His own men. Turned into nothing but mindless creatures that gargled when they opened their horrendous mouths, or harboured multiple eyes that would forever be witness to the atrocity they had turned into.

You’d kill him. You’d make him suffer for what he did and what he continued to do. Perhaps he too should be cursed upon his death, to be turned into something so weak in comparison to the title of Shogun. But first, you had to stop the slaughter that was about to occur.

You find the strength to finally lift your arm, and that coiling familiar feeling in your gut purrs at the idea of being used to extract punishment on something as lowly as a cursed spirit. The gangly creature that had dared to come close to you screeches at the pain, arching backwards and stumbling into what must be more curses as they all begin to scramble.

Their noises, the voices of the damned repeating over and over their last words. It’s enough of a distraction to hurl yourself up off of the floor, the pain you had once felt eradicated as quickly as it had appeared. Your cuts and bruises disappear into nothing, the scars however remain. You wish to hold onto them, a reminder you told yourself—to kill those who defiled your body.

Another swipe of your arm has their screeches choked in blood, the scent of a rotting corpse is enough to make your stomach churn. But it’s soon washed away by the taste of your imminent victory, to finally win at something, to succeed in fighting your way out instead of rotting in the corner of a damp dark cell. It was addicting.

Bodies slump and crumble to the floor in nothing but a heap of slowly decomposing flesh, bodies that soon stop their high-pitched gurgling screams. Those who still live turn their attention back to the source of their agony; you. They come at you in waves, crawling from their god-forsaken corners and with such little cursed energy in comparison to your own—they throw themselves at you.

A wet hand grasps at your throat, sinking cracked nails into the flesh on either side of the useless collar at your throat. The pain doesn’t bother you anymore, you can’t feel the blood that it draws you from.

That curling darkness boils up from deep within, it scratches at the surface with sharpened claws and glistening teeth—let go, it bellows, until you too can feel your mouth opening to bare your newfound fangs; sharpened canines that were made for fighting, for surviving.

The flesh you bite into isn’t that of the same calibre of human, it’s not as rich or candescent. It’s foul, rotted, it smells of something awful. Yet you continue to bite at the foolish cursed spirit who tried to choke you, to suppress you further in a world that has tried to snuff you from existence from the very start.

The spirit grasped between your teeth screams something that sounds too far from a human, yet it still satisfies that part of your mind that bows to that violent darkness within.

You bite until it lets go, and then do you plant your hand on the chest of the mangled beast. Its body is deformed, flesh and bone curled around what was once the man's body armour. It vanishes in the next breath, nothing but a heap of meat on the floor to be forgotten.

There’s no pause between the kill and another when something from the darkness lunges at you, it comes naturally to only raise two fingers in that direction before they’re blown back into nothing but misted blood and goop. Something deep within grabs at you, it clings to your very being and sinks its claws into you further than it ever had before.

Don’t worry, it whispers, soon you will be found.

“That’s enough.” A voice, coherent and clear, calls out from the darkness. It chills the boiling violence within until it’s nothing but a frozen chasm in your soul. Your hand still raised yet unmoving takes the blow you should’ve stopped, you feel the flesh and bone snap under the weight of a mouth with far too many teeth.

They raze through your flesh until you feel your weight shift, unbalanced and too light. Your blood is scorching against your chilled skin, and yet you still do not move. Arm missing and heart racing erratically, you stare into the darkness when steps grow closer and closer.

“I said, that is enough.” The voice scolds, and it’s enough to have you stumbling backwards a single step. “Even with such power, you’re a disgrace.”

Those spoken words rattle against your bones, and reverberate down into the pit of your stomach where perhaps if you had been given food—it would be on the floor with the spilled guts and blood of the cursed spirits. Heat shoots down your shoulder, along the newly forming bone and at the tip of your fingers you’re gifted sight finally.

Fire blossoms at the tips of your fingers, and with a swipe of your hand in the direction of the voice—

You fall to your knees. Your heart aches violently in your chest, a battle between who you are now and who you once were.

“No child of mine should be on her knees. You are a disappointment.”

Your father. Cursed. He stands before you as the man he once was but also not. He’s taller, a skeleton of the man you knew him as. After the revelation that Sukuna had been the one to kill your father, you hadn’t questioned him as to why there was no body—you assumed that he was eaten, consumed for his flesh and the energy he possessed.

Yet he stands before you, stringy flesh stretched far too thin across his chest. You can see no rise to his chest, no beating heart that struggles within a cage of bone and flesh. He was truly dead, and they had cursed him. Brought him back as something much worse, he hadn’t returned as a simple curse.

He was too smart, too coherent and the wave of cursed energy that rolled off of him when he met your gaze was suffocating.

Something cold and metallic tilts your head upwards, until you’re forced to stare down the bridge of your nose at the blade barely visible in the waning firelight still burning at your fingertips. Your father regards you with nothing but contempt, a rageful silence that you had been on the receiving end of time and time again as a child.

“You are not my daughter.” He snarls, and the skin on his face visibly stretches with his words. How long had he been locked in here to rot away even as a being of immortality? “A Samurai does not die on his knees. Get up and fight me, child.”

The blade that was once tipping your chin up clatters to the floor, your father fading from the light you produced until he was shrouded once again in the darkness. The offered blade is different from the one you inherited from your father inadvertently, it’s much too light to be considered his. It held no cursed energy, no imprint from your living father.

With one hand wrapped around the hilt, you use it to help yourself stand up from the ground. Blood and other bodily matters stick to your skin, a stench that would haunt you until the very day you die burns at your nose. Your feet slide through that same gore, your position shifting into one you had adopted so many years ago—the very one you had attempted to use on Sukuna that fateful night.

You raise your arms up, a bicep covering the lower half of your face, and the sword raised above your head. You take in a deep breath, the hand lit with fire inching closer to the hilt of the blade until that light vanishes and you’re plunged into darkness that now feels more dangerous than it ever had before.

Training whilst blindfolded was something you had endured as a child. You were told to become one with the blade, to use it as an extension of one's self. You need no eyes if the blade guides you, you only had to strike true and hard—there was no time for mistakes, no time for hesitation. Hesitation meant death.

Without missing a beat. Your father strikes first.

He appears directly in front of you, a gust of self-made wind blowing you back just a step. You have no time to react, no time to even move when his blade comes up at you from a low-striking position. It collides with your blade, poorly deflecting his attack. But it doesn’t stop him. You can hear his feet shifting, sliding through the mess on the floor and you know what’s to come next—

His entire body spins, and the long haori he had draped over his body whips around his body. You only have a split second to twist your wrist, dropping a hand from the hilt so that you can turn the blade enough to collide with his own, they scrape noisily together with enough force that sparks trickle down the length of the blade.

You push back, enough to break the stalemate hold over your own blade. It gives you room to breathe, to suck in a deep breath and steady your mind. But you are given no reprieve, no moment to think through your next attack. Sukuna had been going easy on, you realise, when your father effortlessly strikes at you in succession.

It’s proving harder with each passing second to keep up with his movement, he possesses a speed that defies everything you know. Even when you pour out your own cursed energy in return, it is nothing in the face of a man who was known to be the fastest Samurai warrior in the whole of Japan. He was the Shogun for a reason.

And that was before he had been granted an unlimited amount of cursed energy, speed and strength that would rival even Sukuna.

He had become the monster you always saw him as.

His blade slices like you were made of paper, it glides along your skin and digs deep in under a second. You’re struck with the pain before your body is thrown backwards into the abyssal darkness, wet and clammy hands grasp at your shoulders. Yet this time, they do not grab you to eat you or harm you. Instead—they throw you back into the fray.

Even in Death, his loyal servants bow their heads to him.

“You’re better than you had once been.” Your father's voice comments from somewhere in the dark. “Has that bastard trained you to fight?”

“No.” You snarl back, wiping a hand along your lips when you taste the copper there. “That would’ve been you, General.”

Condescension had never been a tribulation your father had faced in his living life, and evidently, he would not take such a tone from a woman of all things. He launches himself forward from the darkness, his blade drawn and poised to strike in a clean arc along your chest. You can only bring your own katana around to collide with his own, but something shifts within his cursed energy.

It duplicates.

There’s a single second, a pause in time and you feel your heart thunder at the feeling that bubbles over the violence within. It’s fear, you come to recognise, a feeling you had felt so many times before but this was different. It was the type of fear that came moments before death.

The air around you explodes, an expansion of cursed energy that slices at you from every direction. You feel the smooth glide of your father's katana against every inch of your skin simultaneously. You didn’t even see it coming, a move that should’ve been so easy to recognise and yet it blindsided you enough that you grow numb to the sensation of your flesh being flayed.

“You continue to hesitate as you did as a child. That’s why you’ll die here today.” The onslaught of slashes on your body stop, and the coldness of his bloodied blade stings against the exposed muscle along the back of your neck. “Beheaded by a curse. How disappointing.”

The blade you had been given slips between your bloodied fingers, clattering loudly in the otherwise silent pit. He had won and you didn’t even have a chance to fight back—to die to your father was worse than to die at the hands of the current Shogun. He would succeed in his plan of killing you, you’d be nothing but a smudge of ink on a page. A disgrace forgotten and scratched from existence.

He hesitates, that darkness whispers into your ear, use it.

With what strength you retain in your arms, the muscles and nerves scream and burn in protest at being forced to move. Perhaps you would fail even to do this, as the pain is enough to cause your eyes to flutter close and your body slumps slightly with the effort.

“Fascinating.” Your father comments, however, the blade at your neck doesn’t move an inch. “You have grown in strength, even if just a little.”

“Domain Expansion: Warrior’s Valour.”

The world around you expands rapidly, that coldness at your neck is replaced with the smoothness of a kimono you had been given by Sukuna—the one he had you wear when you were announced as his “wife”. The crisp white is a stark difference against the bloodied water at your feet, it ripples from where you now stand until it laps at the feet of your father.

He stands before you instead, highlighted by the use of your cursed energy. Yet he does not look like the cursed spirit you had seen only mere minutes ago, instead, you see your father. The face he wears is the one you had seen before he sent you away, his body covered in his traditional samurai armour.

You were no longer looking at the vengeful spirit of your father, but instead his soul. He stands in the domain of your creation yet it’s different from when you had last used it. There’s no field of red lilies at your feet, as they seem to be sparsely spotted around the sea of blood.

A curious glance over your shoulder proves further that your domain had changed significantly with the new binding vow between yourself and Sukuna. Behind the Torii gate you stand beneath, there is a shrine. One of large bovine-shaped skulls and teeth; a mocking of a shrine made for a God and was instead a shrine for a demon.

“I see.” Your father draws your attention back to him, his eyes drifting away from the shrine behind you. “Despite how much I trained, I had never mastered a Domain.”

Your father slowly lowers himself down onto his knees, and then into a kneeling seated position with his hands placed on top of his thighs. He looked weak like this, on his knees before you awaiting punishment.

And even in the face of certain death, he smiles at something. “I should’ve listened to your mother. She warned me that you would become my undoing, so I dismissed her—I was a mighty warrior, I would not crumble at the feet of my own child. Perhaps that is why the Gods took her from me, I didn’t heed their warning.”

He laughs, and your chest constricts at the lack of emotion. “When we lost your mother, I thought she had cursed me with the challenge of raising a daughter I didn’t know how to raise. So I did the one thing I knew how to do. I raised a Samurai instead, and look at what happened.”

“Mother would’ve hated what you became.”

“She hated me before that. Our marriage was not one of love, but convenience. Her family was dying and I was in need of an heir. Yet she did not give me one and her family still died.” His head lowers to stare blankly at his upturned palms, as if he could see the blood that had stained him for years.

“Why did the Emperor want me dead?” You ask before you can hold your tongue, and your father visibly bristles at your words.

“He told me your mother was right. My undoing, the sword at my neck, the plague that would last for one thousand years. You. You were all of that, and I had to kill you.”

“I don’t believe you.” You didn’t, how could one man know all of that information? It was impossible.

“You don’t have to. It is done. You’re as cursed as I am, and you will die for it. Not by my sword, but your own. I am sorry that I couldn’t save you from such a fate.” His eyes close when he tilts his body forward more until his head is pressed just at the surface of the bloodied water and his hands cushion his forehead.

He no longer spoke, and instead, he awaited his punishment—his penance for failure. And so, to honour his final wish to die as he wanted, you approach him. The blood wades at your feet and laps at the edge of the otherwise pristine kimono until you’re stood at his side. Your father does not move, he doesn’t move an inch when you find a sword in your hand and pressed to the back of his neck.

“When we meet again, I hope it’s at the stream beside Mother’s favourite tree.” You comment, and you try not to focus on the way your father’s body shakes with a muted sob. “Until then. Rest well, father.”

His words do not come forth, his goodbyes left unsaid as you raise the sword and strike smoothly. His head falls from his shoulders, dropping into the sea of blood at your feet where it openly accepts the offering of another death, another soul to add to its endless bank.

The domain fades away almost immediately, and at your feet is the body of your cursed father. His head detached and body stuck in a permanent bow. His words stung you as much as they confused you. He had told you that you were always destined for this life, to become a disaster for those who would encounter you.

Did he want to kill you out of love, to stop you from enduring the pain you had so far in such a short amount of time? Or did he want to save his own legacy, to ensure that you were not a curse that plagued the Zen’in clan for centuries to come?

You would never find out the truth.

Purple flames burst up from his bowed body, so brilliantly bright that you can see the entire room for the first time. The walls are lined with cursed spirits, all of which are staring directly at you. Millions of eyes all watching, observing, waiting for your next move.

You take a step, and they hold their breath. Something curls like the smoke of a fire deep in your chest, this feeling—it was something you had wanted as a child. When you had seen your father as the Mighty Shogun, his armies of Samurai who’d bow in his presence and not dare to look him in the eye. This feeling was power. Unbridled power, and you forgot just how powerful you are.

There’s no anger that corrodes your heart, no pain or sadness that you had removed the head of your father. Everything feels… still. Right. Acceptance perhaps would be the correct word to use, but there was nothing left to accept. You had come to terms with the terrible man your father was, and he had only furthered bolstered your hatred for him.

A glance towards the entrance where you had been thrown shows there are no locks on the door, they were simply waiting to be opened. No one was meant to survive a fall into the pit, and that alone should have angered you. Yet, nothing came forth.

Another step, and the room shifts with you. Dragged feet and heavy stomps follow you through the room, up towards the steep stairs where you come to another standstill. You turn to find the curses had surged forward, not to attack; but to follow. They stare at you with wide eyes, twitching fingers and you wonder just how much of their consciousness is left to follow the one they deem ‘the strongest’.

It would never surmount to the army of men they once would’ve been a part of, but it was an army nonetheless. They would die, and they would suffer greatly at the hands of the living men beyond this door but it would serve as a warning; a message to the Shogun and those who surround him that not even the cursed spirit of your father would be enough to take you down.

As you approach the door, you press your hand to the wood. It takes no less than half a heartbeat before numerous deep cut lines appear on the door—and then it explodes outwards into the hallway you had been dragged down.

Silence follows the explosion of wood, a tension that waits to be snapped. Your foot crosses over the threshold and immediately you feel that caged darkness within burst forward. It’s enough to make you take a deep breath of relief. Here you were unrestrained, and the taste of freedom was almost as good as the blood that still coated the back of your throat.

Your feet are saturated in blood, a trail of bloodied footprints follow you as you traverse through the dark corridor. You knew they were aware of you surviving their failed attempt of snuffing out your light, they would’ve felt the second your cursed energy roared to life.

The weight of the katana in your hand feels heavier than it should, exhaustion is going to hit you soon. Pushing back against something that tried to nullify your cursed energy altogether had drained you more than you realised, and now outside of that place where it tried to silence you—you can feel the toll it has taken on you.

A creek of a wooden door has you turning to glance over your shoulder, the gathering of following curses stop to clear the view of who was unfortunate enough to walk through that door. A man freezes within the doorframe, his hand trembles at his side; too frightened to raise his hand and draw his blade.

You only blink and you’re standing before him, so close you can feel the shaky breath that escapes his gaping mouth. You recognise this one, he was the one who hit you hard enough that blood pooled beneath your skin for days; it was a pain to heal.

A grin blossoms on your face at the scent of his fear.

“You—”

Your fingers hardly brush against the hilt of the blade you had dragged with you from that pit, a burst of pointed energy that has the man before you choking on his words. The blood blossoms at his side, not deep enough to cause immediate danger but enough that it should eventually cause him to bleed out.

Another slice of your blade that’s otherwise invisible to the naked eye has him falling back the way he came, his hands slipping through the spilt blood in a vain attempt to push himself away; out of your reach. You raise your blade this time so he can see it, the tip of it poised to strike at his heart.

“W-Wait! Please!” He begs, a man who had laughed at your agony… begs.

That delights you.

Yet, you still surge forward—and your sword misses its mark. You plant it into his shoulder, shoving him down until he’s forced flat onto his back and you loom over him. He screams in agony, no doubt soon he would alert the others of his plight but you don’t remove the blade—not yet.

“What was it you said to me?” You lean in closer, putting more pressure on the katana until it twists. “Oh, yes, you said I was good for nothing but a beating and a nasty fuck.”

His nostrils flare at your words, tears rolling uselessly from his eyes.

“I should slice you into ribbons. Feed you your own cock to show you how little it really is.” He squirms beneath your sword, and you twist it once again until he screams himself hoarse. “But you deserve worse.”

Shifting your weight up, you rip the blade from his shoulder… only to bring it back down against his legs. It slices deeply, not enough to sever the limbs but enough to ensure he didn’t run. His hands grab uselessly at the gaping wounds, his fingers pressing into exposed flesh and flinching at the feeling of his own exposed bone.

“Scream well, they like it.”

You don’t look back at the man who questions your words, nor do you look back when the horror dawns on him at the approaching horde of cursed spirits. Their delighted laughs and snickering voices drown out the man's indignant screams, only for them to be turned into gurgled sounds when they rip him apart—piece by piece. Slowly.

The corridors are deserted, and for some reason, it has your blood boiling beneath the surface of your skin. Did they not deem you enough of a threat that they hadn’t come running? You follow the faintest thread of cursed energy, faded footsteps that had been left behind some time ago.

A door is ajar at the end of the corridor, and you can feel the outside breeze from where you are. That alone has you hurrying your steps, slipping only once in the blood that trailed after you. The fresh air stings against your newly remade skin, a bitter coldness that can only come with the darkness of night.

Pulling the door open slowly, you find yourself standing in a courtyard that connects the prisoner section of the estate to the main building. It’s grand, open and wide with beautiful trees and shrubbery that had been attended to by the servants of the Zen’in clan.

But it’s not the beautiful scenery that has you stopping. It’s the gathering of men and women in front of you, their laughs and joyous yelling is the only thing you can hear over the rapid beating of your heart. They’re celebrating.

Lanterns are lit, as well as a generously lit pyre in the centre of it all. You can scent the sake on the breeze that brushes against you once again. To let your guard down and drink… they must’ve believed you to be truly dead. They were celebrating the death of the exiled Zen’in—one they never considered part of their clan in the first place. All because you were born a woman.

A glance to your side shows just how close you are to the large estate walls, the tops of mountains loom in the distance. You could escape, get out before Sukuna showed up and fell into the trap they had formulated by capturing you. You could stop the inevitable from happening.

Instinctively, you take a step forward towards that wall. Your eyes blink away the grime and blood that had clouded your mind, this could be it. You could get away—

Why are you running away, that dark voice snarls in the back of your mind. Do you forget what they did to you?

“No,” you whisper out loud to a voice none but yourself can hear.

Then turn around and prove their fears right, it’s a voice you’ve come to connect with the part of your soul that had been corroded away and bound to Sukuna. Kill them all.

Invisible hands curl like icy tendrils around your arms, they pull you until you take steps back from the wall—from your freedom. The celebration is otherwise undisturbed, the drunkards unaware of the looming threat that stands in the darkness of the building. Hidden from the judgement of the moon.

A stumbling man has your attention drawn away from the main gathering of people. His eyes are glazed over, drunk and unaware that he’s stumbling closer and closer to the open maw of a starved wolf. He reeks of sake and sweat, no doubt celebrating for hours it would seem. They fully anticipated your death, to be free of the curse that was bestowed upon them.

He stumbles directly into you, reeling back at the realisation he had bumped into a person and not the door he was seeking. “Hey!” He slurs, eyes hardly open when they squint at your face. “Move out of the way, you foolish woman—”

Slowly, those squinted eyes widen and the glaze of his eyes clears momentarily when he appraises just what you look like. Drenched head to toe in both blood of your own and your enemies, it mixes in with the stained ripped kimono you were forced into during your prison stay. The sword at your side points down at the ground, still shimmering in the purple cursed blood of your father.

His nostrils flare and his mouth opens to scream, to yell that they had failed to realise you were stronger than they pinned you for. But you’re the one who moves first, his body collides with the floor hard enough to wind him.

Despite being drunk, the man throws his weight upwards in hopes of dislodging you from his torso. Your knees dig painfully into the ground at his sides, and you’re forced to place your hands around his throat to hold him down to the ground beneath you. It was only a matter of time, mere seconds until someone noticed the commotion in the waning shadows of the building behind you.

Unable to restrain him further, he resorts to trying to push you away. His fingers sink into the flesh of your cheeks, dragging sharp untrimmed nails deep enough to draw skin and muscle apart. He scrambles to push harder, to dig deeper, when you start putting more pressure on his throat.

His fingers scratch at your eyes, the sharp pain that follows is enough to drive you forward. You crush his throat into the ground, the snapping of his spinal cord is a satisfying ripple that bounces down the length of your very own spine. He still breathes, however, albeit in a ragged way like that of an injured animal.

With blood in your eyes, and skin torn apart on your face, you lean into that feeling of pleasure, of joy, of hunger. You’d been starved for far too long.

He doesn’t scream when you lurch forward—can’t. Can’t air his pain when your teeth sink into the flesh of his cheek, sharpened canines that you’d known to exist there bite through the muscle and fat of his face as if it were nothing but flimsy meat. You pull your head back in one smooth motion, the rip and tear of his skin is lost to the sound of the festivities just a few feet away.

The man still lives. You can see his teeth through the now open wound of his face, and you chew on the flesh of the man in front of you. The blood that washes down your throat and coats your skin is hot, a comforting warmth that you had not yet been given the chance to experience firsthand.

His flesh is tough, stringy and chewy all in one but you do not stop eating, working your way through that patch of flesh in your mouth until it’s all gone. Then, when the man is on the verge of dying from blood loss, you smile down at him. With blood smeared across your teeth and the wounds on your face starting to heal, you lean down to his face once again.

He must believe in his final moments that you’d take another bite from him, as he squirms under your body. You tighten that grip on his throat, squeezing and squeezing until you feel the tips of your fingers join—and then you pull.

His head comes free from his shoulders, a spray of blood that soaks into the muddied ground. He lies still beneath you, the warmth of his skin melts through your sorry excuse of a kimono. It wasn’t enough, you realise, that ravenousness inside of you grows only in intensity at the first taste of human flesh.

Fresh human flesh.

Your fingers sink into the hair atop of the man’s now detached head, and you stand up—over your prey. You glance away from the kill and towards the crowd of people; undisturbed, unaware, unafraid. You want to laugh, you want to scream but most of all, you want to feast.

A single step forward, and you disappear from the spot. They don’t even see you coming, nor do they have a moment's chance to react to the burst of cursed energy. An energy they had hoped to snuff out for good, one they hoped they would never have to face.

Skin you pass by learns the bite of your sword and your tongue learns the taste of blood diluted with alcohol. They don’t scream at first, not until they realise what was happening. Not until they see you run your blade cleanly through three men all standing idly around the lit pyre in the centre of the courtyard.

Their upper bodies fall with a thud to the floor, and that silence that follows the death of another is only a heartbeat long before women scream, children cry and men call for arms. Chaos—uncontrolled chaos, and you. You’re the epicentre of it all.

A man comes at you from your side, his blade raised over his head in a sloppy attacking stance. His face is red with anger, or perhaps it’s just the spray of his own blood when you swipe your hand in his direction. He freezes in place, the sword held over his head quivers for a moment and you wonder… was that not enough?

But your answer comes swiftly. His body falls apart in five perfectly sized slices, his eyes are wide and the blood that follows is like that of misted rain. Yes, that was more than enough cursed energy.

The sound of someone scrambling to grab at the wooden handle of a shoji door has your head snapping in their direction. A man, younger than the rest, no more than a teenager is trying to escape… perhaps in another life, you would’ve faltered. You would’ve hesitated, but to hesitate was to die, it was to be defeated—as hesitation was the cause of your father's ultimate demise.

And so, you didn’t hesitate in rearing your arm back, the katana in your hand transformed into a makeshift spear before you launched it in his direction. The teenage boy all but screams before he slams through the paper door, the blade now pinning his head to the wall within the building.

Now unarmed without a blade, it would seem the men assumed you were much easier to kill. They come at you in waves, their swords raised and they strike at you without missing a beat. Katanas slash through the air, the slice of them enough to cut even the air around you. It’s easy enough to defend yourself, to manipulate both your own cursed energy before throwing Sukuna’s at them.

They didn’t stand a chance against it, their fleshy bodies falling into nothing but thin strips of meat or clumps of meat when they tried to fight against the pressure of your cursed energy. And yet, this fight is only angering you further.

You knew the Shogun to have sorcerers in his midst, Samurai who could also use cursed techniques and you don’t doubt that the Zen’in clan themselves had men who were strong enough to be their own standalone unit. And yet, they don’t come at you with cursed techniques or even a lick of cursed energy.

Did they think you were unworthy? That you were a waste of time and effort to fight properly?

You grit your teeth, your jaw aches at the pressure and you can feel the spike in your own cursed energy. The hairs rise on the back of your neck and you can see the men visibly falter in their swings when they realise just how much you’re pouring out. Fine, if they didn’t want to take you seriously…

A sword swipes at you, and you duck down to plant your hand flat against the ground. You’d only seen Sukuna do this once and that was enough. You pour out your cursed energy into the ground beneath you, it cracks and rumbles beneath you until it explodes upwards. The men around you are thrown up into the air, rock and debris crushing their legs and throwing their blades to be lost in the chaos.

Time comes to a slow stop, their bodies hung in the air with the chunks of earth you had uprooted. But you, for the first time that night, visibly waver at the amount of energy you had just poured out. No doubt the usage of the domain from earlier had drained you, and the wound bestowed across your stomach had not yet fully healed.

You could still feel the slightest restraints on you, deep down in your blood where it slowly boils away. You were running out of time, you had to finish this and get out. You didn’t want to, you wanted to cause more pain and suffering to those who had ripped you away from a life you were starting to love.

Bodies crack onto the floor around you, splattering and scattering remains among the ruined earth. You had no time to kill them precisely, to make them suffer—you simply just let them fall to their deaths.

“HEY!” A voice cuts through the buzz of your mind, and you glance up. A pair of brown eyes find yours and then… your body freezes. You feel the muscles tighten as if you had been struck by lightning, you can’t move a single finger. You grit your teeth, or you think you do but you know in reality—nothing is moving.

The man who had called for you exudes crude pride as he strolls closer, the cursed energy that rolls off of him is muted in comparison to your own but it was enough that it had caught you off guard. You want to move, to twitch just a finger in his direction and watch him fall apart.

They had waited until you grew weak and tired, cowards. All of them, cowards. You can feel their signatures slowly appear around you, their cursed energy roaring and ready to go. They’d rip you apart when you were down and weak… how foolish of you to go all out.

“The one with Six Eyes told us you were dead, that we’d be fine to go and fuck the local village girls instead of guarding you.” A voice, a new one, comments from your left. You can’t turn to face him, but you can feel him growing closer. His energy was hot, like a blistering fire. “But I heard that he was fucking you, and that you made a deal. You kill us and he gets to fuck you like the whore you are.”

A few shadowed figures laugh at the comment, snickering no doubt at the vile words falling from the unknown man's mouth. A hand slides along your jaw, smudging the blood that had gathered there during your short-lived rampage. You still can’t see him, but now you can smell him. He smelled like fire, smoke and ash. His cursed energy was suffocating each time you tried to take a deep breath through your nose.

“How about you let us have our way with you, and then we kill you.” He snickers at his own question, the tips of his fingers dig into your cheeks in an attempt to force your mouth open. “Hm? Give us what we want, and I promise you’ll love every single second of it.”

You want to turn your head to look him in the eye, but your muscles protest and your tongue thickens in your mouth each time you try to force the words out. You want to hiss and spit, to thrash your way out of his hold but you can’t move. Nothing is working the way you want it to, you’re utterly hopeless. Again.

You throw your cursed energy out again, forcing it to slam against the invisible hold the one with brown eyes had put over you. It falters, only for a second, but it’s enough of a second you need to move your head. Your teeth sink into flesh and bone, the blood sprays the back of your throat and you hold on with all your might when the unknown man tries to rip his hand back.

“YOU STUPID BITCH!” He howls in pain, and finally, you meet his eyes. He glares down at you with onyx eyes, and you hope he can see the death grin on your face when you lock your jaw the second he shifts his weight to pull back—his finger comes free from his hand in a loud tearing sound. The severed finger sits heavy on your tongue, and the maimed man stumbles backwards.

He moves, and you find yourself once again unable to flinch back at the sudden wave of fiery cursed energy. His entire sword erupts into flames, not of the same calibre as your own or Sukuna’s, but flames nonetheless.

“I’ll make sure you suffer.” He snarls, spittle snapping from his gritted teeth. You wish you could bare your teeth in return.

Instead, you find yourself nearly toppling over from a sudden crush of cursed energy, it drops from the sky with an almighty bang. The ground beneath you splinters further and the buildings surrounding you shudder. Your body moves finally, the invisible shackles you were in release and you find yourself grasping at the thing that had wrapped itself around you.

An arm. An arm with a matching tattoo to your own.

“There you are.”

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pairing: fushiguro toji & reader / side pairing stsg x reader an installment to the exposure therapy au warnings/tags: mentions of sex work/escorting, gambling, don't read if weird teacher/student dynamics squick you nothing is meant to be romantic and toji is a shitty teacher word count: ~4.7k

“So,” Toji says, eyeing your lone figure in the classroom with a raised eyebrow. “Just you today huh.”

You look up from your book at him, and then your gaze circles the empty room, the three unoccupied desks next to yours make the room feel emptier, bigger. Sorry to disappoint, you think. He’s not the only one. “Just me,” you reply plainly.

Satoru, Suguru, and Shoko aren’t here. The three of them are in Fukuoka. Before they left, Satoru had boasted about a certain famous shrine dedicated to Sugawara no Michizane belonging to his family. Suguru had slammed his closed fist down on his head with a roll of his eyes, dragging Satoru away by the hair, leaving you with a smile and a promise to return promptly. Don’t go anywhere, okay? We’ll be back soon.

When a sleek black car had pulled up to the base of the school, Shoko had reluctantly disentangled herself from your side, complaining about unnecessary appearances.

That had been four days ago.

You heard of a brewing storm in the area. You hope the three of them are staying warm and out of the rain. You hadn’t even expected Toji to drop in on class today. He seems to call out at the mildest inconveniences. The other day he had cited not wanting to see Satoru’s face as a legitimate reason to skip on his duties as a teacher. He’s the worst teacher you’ve ever had.

You close your book. “What’s on the agenda today?”

“Hell if I know,” he shrugs. “Got any ideas?”

You stare at him.

“Forget I asked,” he scoffs. “Right,” one foot is already out the door, “I’m out.”

He stops, back turned to you. Then he sighs wearily, as if you’ve somehow exhausted him.

You are promptly plucked out of your seat, Toji's fingers curled around the back of your collar. When you look at him inquiringly, he simply says: “Field trip.”

—

Your eyes water as you enter the pachinko parlor. You are greeted by the omnipresent acrid scent of smoke clinging to the yellowing walls and ceiling. You blink away the tears stinging at your eyes, and quickly follow Toji through the large room, passing by multiple seated older men, eyes glued to the bright machines in front of them. All you can hear are the sound of balls clacking and levers being pushed. From what you can gather, nobody has won today. It slightly amazes you how Toji thinks he’ll be the exception.

You follow his dark, foreboding figure to the back of the room, to the very end of the row, where there are only three other men. Only one spares you a glance. There are eyes all over the ceiling, scuttling about. Curses, you note, traces of all the ill will that’s gathered.

There’s a wooden stool. He barely gestures at it before saying, “Sit.”

Toji gets comfortable in front of a large flashing machine, and proceeds to pull out his wallet.

You’re aware gambling is a vice. It’s not really any of your business what your teacher decides to do in his spare time. It’s not as if Megumi and Tsumiki aren’t being taken care of. If this is what Toji would prefer to do over buying the kids new school supplies then…

All that work into keeping Megumi only to gamble his time and money away.

It would be one thing if it was entertaining but…

He’s losing.

Badly. You never expected it to be like this. How awful. If it were you, your dignity could only take so much.

You think it takes a special kind of resilience to be a gambler, but more importantly it takes luck.

You rise from your seat to take a closer look. Not a single metal ball has reached the prize slot no matter how he tries to align his timing with the press of the lever.

You glance at Toji, face alight with a fierce concentration, jaw tight. You sigh.

“You’re losing.”

“Shaddup.”

You sigh again, turn around and seat yourself back on the stool. You open your book. You told Suguru you’d try to finish it by the time he returned.

Someone is hovering. You can see a man out of the corner of your eye. You look up at him, a skinny balding middle aged man in a worn suit, tie loose around his neck, and he nearly flinches. You can hear the plink plink plink of money being lost in front of you.

“Is something the matter?” you ask politely. You figure if anything he’ll ask you for your ID. Without the jacket of your school uniform, you can usually pass off any suspicions of being a student. You aren’t an adult, but you aren’t a child anymore either. You’re of age.

He hesitantly takes a step closer. “How much?”

There are thin, wire glasses on the bridge of his nose. You can see the perspiration building on his forehead. You tilt your head.

Anxious energy radiates off of him. His gaze is fixated on your chest. “Just for the night,” he says quickly. “One night.”

Understanding quickly dawns on you. “I’m sorry,” you start apologetically. “You seem to be mistaken. I’m not an escort.” The man blinks. You continue. “In fact, if you’re looking for one, you might want to look at the man right there.”

You wonder if Toji is into men. If it even matters. Customers are customers. Money is money, and something tells you he isn’t picky.

That elicits an indelicate snort from the aforementioned man. So he is listening.

The man looks dissuaded for a minute, before pressing forward once more. “I can pay,” he says breathily, inching closer to you. His eyes dart to your slightly spread thighs before going unfocused.

Now, just how should you handle this?

You could take his hand, momentarily stop him in his tracks. You’d be gone before he gained consciousness once more. But you’re technically not allowed to use your cursed technique on civilians, and you don’t like doing it either, despite Satoru’s protests about the underutilization of your technique.

A shadow looms above you.

“You bothering my girl?”

You involuntarily shudder at the statement, but the man pales, looking up at Toji fearfully as if he descended from the parted heavens.

“Y-Y-Yours—”

“Mine." Lips peel back, revealing bared teeth in a mockery of a smile. “Fuck off degenerate. Or you’ll be seeing my fist next.”

The man scrambles backwards, almost tripping on his feet. He gives you one last look before you watch him disappear through the rows of metal machines. You look back at Toji, gaze dropping to his empty hand.

“Wow. You didn’t win a single thing.” You think that in itself is a special skill.

An irritated look crosses his face. Green eyes flash. “Damn things are rigged,” he seethes. “ All of ‘em.”

Just as he finishes that statement, shouts fill the front of the room along with shrill celebratory noises. You look at him. His face grows cloudy. You hop off the stool. “I was wondering how long it’d take you to give up.”

He changes the topic. “You look fine for someone who was just solicited.”

You shrug. “Nothing would’ve happened.”

Toji begins to trudge to the exit. A walk of shame. “He looked like he was gonna haul you off to the nearest love hotel.”

“I’ve never been to a love hotel." You had told Satoru and Suguru of your interest to see the interior of one once. They had both fallen quiet for the rest of the walk home. “But it’s not exactly the kind of place you go to alone.”

He shakes his head. “You’re a full time job, you know that?”

You look at him curiously as you step outside. Your lungs are glad to trade the smoke-laden air for fresh air.

“It’s a shame he didn’t solicit you instead,” you remark as the two of you start on a journey to the nearest convenience store. You’d like a drink. Maybe if you’re in a lenient mood you’ll buy Toji one too. “I’m sure you could’ve shown him a better time than me.”

“Dunno about that.” He gives you a scrutinizing once over. “A virgin like you? Hot commodity. ‘Sides,” he smirks. “I’m expensive.”

An unmarked virgin maybe. But any man would recoil from the scars that mark your body. All the assignments from before Shoko. And if not that, then the disfigurement of your side gifted to you from the man right next to you.

“That explains how you can afford to lose so much money.”

Unexpectedly, he takes you in good humor. “You’re a mean little thing when you want to be,” he says. “The mouth on you.”

You blink. Nobody has ever called you mean. Not to your face anyway. You think about it. Maybe this is what Satoru used to dislike about you, back when you hadn’t cared about how he perceived you. All you knew back then was that you said all the wrong things. Now you eagerly await text messages from Shoko. You like it when Satoru smiles, when he flashes you a grin so bright that you can’t help but smile back. You like the soft crease of Suguru’s gaze when he regards you. You like it so much that you can’t sometimes can’t breathe. You’re a different person now. Sometimes, you need to remind yourself of it.

Inside the convenience store, you select black tea for yourself and a coffee for Toji. You walk outside to him chewing on a pork bun and you hand him the drink. It’s a brand you’ve seen him drink before. He stares at the black label. You don’t expect a thank you.

“Tsumiki is starting middle school soon,” you say, staring out into space. “She could use some new school supplies.” Along that line of thinking, Megumi could use a new randoseru.

He’s silent. You’d buy her some yourself, but you think it’d be more meaningful coming from the man who is technically her step-father. She’d be delighted even, you think, and Megumi for as aloof as he tries to be, can only be so distant when it comes to his beloved sister. There have been too many mistakes, too many burned bridges, but this could be a step in the right direction. You don’t think he sleeps at home.

The two of you enjoy the quiet. You finish your drink, and then stand. You’re in a familiar area of the city, and there’s someone you’ve been meaning to see.

—

“You’re late,” Marie scolds, hand on her hip. You close your eyes at the scent of plum blossoms wafting from her skin. “Think of me as one of your clients. Be punctual!”

“This one’s fault,” Toji grunts out. His knuckles dig into the side of your head with enough force to tip you over, and your eyes snap open immediately. If you were a lesser person, you’d be on the ground. You frown, your head sore. “Found her hoverin’ over some damn stick in the park.”

It would have made an excellent walking stick. You clutch your shopping bag to your chest. “Satoru and Suguru never complain…”

That’s a lie. Satoru has resorted to either holding your hand or staying attached to you at all times to make sure you don’t wander like some bodyguard. Suguru too. You don’t know why. You’d rather just find them later to save them the trouble of finding you.

“Make your boyfriends wait, not me.”

You make a face. He should’ve just left you. Despite that, you hang your head apologetically. It is your fault. You had become distracted multiple times along the way, and a specific distraction had culminated in the shopping bag in your hand. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize Fushiguro-sensei made plans to be here by a certain time. It was my fault.”

“Damn right.”

He’s a sore loser, you think. You may have said it out loud because his gaze slides to you, mouth opening with what you think is a nasty reply.

Marie shoots him a sharp look. “Now, now Toji. A man like you knows better than to run his mouth like that.”

“Off the clock,” he replies before stepping forward. A throng of women gather around him, cooing and ah’ing, hands skirting over his arms and chest. A man like him has no need to pay for a woman, so you gather they’d sleep with him willingly for free. And from the looks of it, he has a plethora of choices. You hope they aren’t expecting more. Like money. You think many women have been reduced to tears by the man.

Marie clicks her tongue, and a collective sigh sounds the air before the crowd disperses to their actual clients, leaving just one lucky woman who pulls him towards the back of the room, towards the more private area.

“They pulled sticks earlier.” Marie looks amused. “It’s not often Toji comes around for anything other than drinks.”

You smile. “He likes your company. You shouldn’t discount that.”

Her eyes are fond as they look at you. Her fingers brush the hair away from your face. “What a man like that is doing around a sweet girl like you is beyond me.” She sighs, shaking her head. “He’ll corrupt you.”

It’s not that bad, you want to say. Not as long as you hold no expectations about the person he is. The only thing you’ll hold him to is being a father. But other than that you’ve found that you seem to feel a certain kinship with miserable people and your teacher is one of the more miserable people you’ve ever met.

That’s when you see them. A group of girls hovering behind Marie. They span from what looks like your age to a little older, and they seem to be waiting.

“Honestly,” Marie turns to them. “What have I said about standing around the front?”

The girl in the very front pouts, glossy bottom lip jutted out. “But Marie, you said they’d be here! Those two hot guys. I want the black haired one, he was charming!”

“Then I’ll take the one white haired one. Those sunglasses…”

“No, I want that one!”

“I’ll take them both!”

“As if they’d be interested. You’re practically made of plastic!”

“What did you say—”

“GIRLS!”

They reluctantly settle.

“Toji’s students are they?” Another girl asks, voice breathy.

“Not like that,” Marie says chidingly. “Those two respectable high school boys wouldn’t come to a place like this if they didn’t have to,” Marie glances at you. “And I never said they’d be here. You girls and your selective hearing give me a headache!”

“We’re graduating this year,” you say. You don’t think it matters. Jujutsu High is a year longer than regular civilian high schools. Nobody in your class is underage anymore. “I’ll be sure to pass them your way after. But—”

The girls squeal. Marie winces. You’re surrounded at once, the surrounding clash of perfume making you go lightheaded. Someone’s large endowed chest is pressing against your back, and both your arms. Someone is tightly clutching your hand. Everyone is speaking. Their names, their phone numbers, their availability. Not a single girl has listed her rates. You want to tell them that they should because Satoru and Suguru have money to spend. Special grades make a salary far beyond anything normal jujutsu sorcerers do, and that was coming from someone who considered their own pay more than comfortable.

You suddenly understand every single man in the host club more than you ever had before. You, too, would pay for the experience of a beautiful woman looking at you like the only person in the world.

Your face is hot. You’ve never been surrounded by so many beautiful women in your life. Satoru and Suguru and even Toji regularly experience this? You think that’s unfair.

“GIRLS!”

“Satoru and Suguru are in Fukuouka right now,” you say apologetically. Shoko too, you think. But that’s something you’d like to keep to yourself, lest you lose her to another prettier girl.

The girls sigh a collective “awwwww.”

You are reluctantly let go of, on unsteady feet. Marie looks downright annoyed. “I should put you all out for the night! Stop bothering the poor girl, and get back to work!” She barks.

The girls slink away, casting you pleading looks. You smile. Something flutters to the ground. You pick it up. It’s a business card with a number written on the back. Someone had stuffed it into the sleeve of your shirt. You discreetly slide it into your shopping bag. You’ll give it to Satoru and Suguru later. Satoru, when he inevitably complains about how you hadn’t bought him a gift.

And then you feel something more in your shirt.

“Those girls,” Marie scowls as she straightens your shirt and hair with all the vigor of a mother cat grooming her kitten. You almost close your eyes. “The new ones go crazy for a pretty face. They’ll learn soon enough.”

You follow Marie to the bar, unable to help your curiosity as you glance at all the men being entertained on love seats. You recognize some faces from the women that had surrounded Toji, but instead of the excited air that had prompted a frenzy around Toji, everything now is strictly professional.

The life of a jujutsu sorcerer is hard, but in a way you envision anything else. If you ever became a hostess or an escort, you’d fail. People like Toji and the girls can do things you could never do.

Marie pours you a drink as you take a seat. It smells sweet. “I’m sorry about that,” she sighs. “How have things been?”

“Good,” you reply truthfully. Unexpectedly so. You’re visiting Riko next month and you are carefully readying souvenirs to take to her. No deaths (as of now). Suguru and Satoru are happy. Shoko is preparing for medical school. Things are unusually good. You pause. “I was solicited by a man.”

“Oh dear,” Marie closes her eyes. “Now just where has that man been taking you?”

“Just the pachinko parlor.” And the race tracks, but that’s a story for another time.

“Not that seedy place!”

“It wasn’t that bad,” you say. For you. “But I don’t think Fushiguro-sensei has a single yen to his name right now.” In other words: you really hope the woman currently with him isn’t expecting anything other than a good time.

“Oh,” Marie groans. “Born under an unlucky star, that one. He just doesn’t learn.”

“I’ve never seen anyone so unlucky,” you reply gravely, sipping at your plum wine. “I am curious though. I wish Fushiguro-sensei hadn’t scared him off so early. I’ve been wondering about how much he would’ve paid.”

Toji slides into the seat next to you. There’s lipstick on his chin and smudges of it on his neck. “A cheapskate lookin’ guy like that? He would’ve shorted ya. Consider yourself lucky I was there.”

You frown once again. “Nothing would’ve happened.”

He eyes you dubiously. “With you? Who knows.”

You don’t have a reply for that. He’s right.

Marie hums, cleaning a cocktail glass. “That was quick,” she says to Toji. “Done already?”

He waves a blithe hand, not responding. You also look at him.

“Oh dear,” she says in mock concern. The corners of her lips are fighting not to tilt into a smile. “Old age getting to you?”

He narrows his eyes playfully. “Why don’t you find out?”

You eagerly take a long swig of your drink.

Marie straightens, not in the least ruffled, gazing down at him with the countenance of a regal queen. “Things have changed since we first met, Toji. You couldn’t afford five minutes of my time.”

You nod.

Toji grins, and it looks devastatingly charming. “No discount for little ole’ me?”

“You bastard,” a derisive snort. “I’d make you pay more. You’ve never paid for a girl in your life.”

It doesn’t dissuade him. “You know I’d make it worth your time.”

“All this with another woman’s lipstick on your face,” she leans over and lightly pats Toji’s cheek in a vaguely warm, yet condescending manner. She turns to you. “Never let a smooth talker into your bed.”

“You know I do a lot more than talk, Marie.”

Marie rolls her eyes. “Toji, dear. Shut up.” She smiles. “I want to hear about those boys of yours.”

It takes you until Toji snorts to realize she’s talking about Satoru and Suguru.

“They’re fine,” you say. Maybe she’s angling for their wallets. It’s an endeavor you wholeheartedly support.

She imperceptibly leans forward. “Is that all?”

“No girlfriends if that’s what you’re wondering,” you report. You’re sure the two of them will make her money.

Speaking of Satoru, Suguru and Shoko. You take your phone out of your pocket and stare at it. No text messages. It’s been like this for the last four days. They must be busy. You’re not upset by it.

Just…

Maybe a little lonely.

“Thank you for inviting me out today,” you tell Toji. Well. More or less he had dragged you out of your seat under the guise of a field trip. But you’re still glad nonetheless. You enjoyed it. The school is too big without your best friends, and Nanami and Haibara were out on a joint assignment this morning. You don’t know what you would’ve done by yourself. You don’t like to be alone with your thoughts. “It was very educational.”

An eyebrow quirks upwards. “Was it now.”

You look at him. “Yes. I’m never betting on pachinko.”

He clicks his tongue sullenly. Marie exhales a wheeze of laughter.

Then he reaches over to pluck your phone out of your hand. After a second, he tosses it back at you.

Your phone is alight as text messages fill your entire screen. You stare at it, wide eyed as texts start piling in, the latest from Satoru, Shoko, Suguru, or all three.

satoru

[13:04] respond

[13:06] what r u doing

[13:06] answer

[13:07] answer

[13:07] IT’S BEEN 4 DAYS

[13:09] are you mad at me

[13:10] fine

[13:10] don’t reply.

[13:15] hello

[13:20] hello

[14:05] WHAT FIELD TRIP ANSWER ME RIGHT NOW

shoko

[8:43] your phone is on silent isn’t it

[8:45] see u soon

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suguru

[12:04] yaga said you were on a field trip with fushiguro-sensei

[12:04] can you tell me where you are?

[12:05] nowhere dangerous right?

[12:06] are you still with him? what kind of field trip are you on?

[12:06] this is inexcusable. you shouldn’t be on an unsanctioned field trip just the two of you.

[12:07] are you back at the school?

[12:07] you don’t need to be there. just leave him.

[12:07] please don’t do anything you would normally do

“Your phone was on silent,” Toji says flatly, if not a bit amused. “How old are you again?”

You’re too eagerly engrossed in reading your text messages that you don’t respond. Marie and Toji share a look.

“I don’t know…” you trail off, ungluing your eyes from your screen. Too many texts. You don’t even know how to begin to respond. So you don’t.

A memory suddenly hits you. Before the three of them left you had been at a cafe with Satoru. While you had been in the midst of typing out Shoko a heartfelt response Satoru had snatched your phone out of your hands, clicked around with it, and slipped it into his pocket.

After then you had subsequently received no text messages. So he had put your phone on silent. You resolve to learn that setting as soon as you go home.

suguru

[17:54] we’re coming back. i’ll see you at the school.

You excitedly stand, waving the text in Toji’s face. “They’re coming back!” You exclaim. “I’m going to meet them.” You quickly bow to them. “Don’t bother coming back early,” you tell Toji. Then you rush out.

—

You nearly run into Shoko’s open arms, burying your face into her shoulder. She smells like dewy grass. Back inside Satoru’s room in jujustu tech, the four of you are together. It feels as if they never left.

“Welcome back,” you say breathlessly. “How was Fukuouka?”

“Wet,” she says, making a face. “How was your field trip?”

“Interesting. I think Fushiguro-sensei is the unluckiest man in the world.”

“Well, I don’t doubt that,” she replies. “I bought you souvenirs.”

“Me too,” you blurt out. Your face warms. “Well not a souvenir, really.” You give her the shopping bag in your hand. “I saw it and thought that…” that it’d look perfect on her, “that maybe you could wear it to the next festival…?”

Before she can unravel your impromptu gift, an airy voice cuts through.

“So the two of us are chopped liver now, are we Suguru?”

“It seems that way, Satoru.”

“How awful,” Satoru sniffs. “After all the trouble we went through to get here early.”

“It was an ordeal, wasn’t it?” Suguru’s smile turns a hint menacing. Your fingers go sweaty. “I’m more interested in this ‘educational field trip. ’”

“It was educational,” your rebuttal is weak.

“Is that right,” Suguru hums. “I’m looking forward to hearing all about it.”

You look at Shoko helplessly. She shrugs.

Satoru frowns, rounding on you. “I can’t believe you! Not a single text the entire time we were gone! Just what were you two doing anyway? Confess!”

“You’re the one that put my phone on silent,” you reply. “I didn’t even know. I thought the three of you were too busy to update me.”

Satoru opens his mouth. You can see the moment he realizes you’re right. His mouth closes.

Suguru rolls his eyes. Shoko shakes her head. The two of them promptly slap the back of his head, earning a yelp from the white-haired boy.

“Besides, I haven’t forgotten about you two,” you say, thinking about the cards. Satoru perks up at the prospect of a gift. He’s surprisingly easy to handle at times. Like a child. It’s not bad, you think. Not at all. You smile, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a stack of cards.

“For you two.”

They momentarily glance at each other before taking the cards.

“Wait,” you pat down the sides of your body. “Ah—” three cards tucked into the waistband of your skirt that you hadn’t noticed before “—here you go.”

They stare down at the cards in their hands in silence.

"...Thank you," Suguru says, ever polite, voice strained.

You beam. “Your welcome. The two of you should go with Fushiguro-sensei next week." The two of them wear matching grimaces. "The girls really want to see you again." You look at Satoru. "Even you Satoru!"

"Hah!? What is that supposed to mean!?"

You're sure the prospect of being surrounded by beautiful women will make them more amenable to the idea. Shoko is laughing.

“Wait right here,” Shoko says quickly, getting up from the floor. A quick squeeze of your arm. “I’m getting your souvenirs.”

You turn back to them. “Was Fukouka fun?”

“...The same as always,” is Satoru’s somewhat peeved response as he throws you a box of mentaiko flavored chips. “Annoying old geezers nearing the grave. We skipped the onsen.”

The fact that Suguru doesn’t even correct Satoru on his words says enough.

“Oh. You shouldn’t have.” It would’ve been a nice way to end their trip. You plop a chip into your mouth. It’s too salty for Satoru’s tastes, but you enjoy it just fine.

Suguru smiles. His fingers are playing with the edges of your hair, lightly tugging. “Next time, we’ll all go together.”

“That would be fun. I’d like that.” You go quiet for a few seconds. “I missed you two.”

Satoru puffs up. “Tell me more.”

“I was a little lonely without everyone. I think that’s why Fushiguro-sensei took me out on a fieldtrip today.”

In other words: he was being oddly considerate. In his own way.

Satoru deflates, pouting. You don’t notice, lost in your thoughts.

“Satoru, Suguru.” The two of them look at you. “If I were an escort, how much would you pay for a night with me?”

The two of them go silent.

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Hello I would like make a request for BSD x Gojo! Reader, with the “Decay Of Angels” if you don’t mind.

In a story where all of the Mans in the “Decay Of Angels” (excluding Fukuchi) being fanboys to Gojo! Reader. Just like Miwa Kasumi being a fangirl to Gojo Satoru.

Make it separate please. Thank you 😊

paparazzi

bungou stray dogs x gojo! reader

masterlist of infinity

╰➤ CW(s): spoilers for bungou stray dogs, crack-ish and slight ooc! decay of angels (i don't really write for them)

╰➤ SYNOPSIS(s): a terrorist organization that specializes as a murder association can't help but take their eyes on the strongest ability user, or in which they simp for you.

╰➤ PAIRING(s): fyodor dostoevsky, nikolai gogol, sigma (separately with different scenarios)

excluding bram stoker and fukuchi as well because i honestly don't know how to write for them. also, i'm still quite new in writing for fyodor, nikolai and sigma, since i'm still catching up with the manga. despite them acting like miwa, i still stuck with their actual characters, but hopefully it's ok ! also, thanks for requesting anon dear ♡

being gojo [name], it's no surprise that you're quick to swoon people, may it be guys or girls.

one of their favorite things to do is literally gathering information and analyzing your every move. probably creepy, but not only were they keen on convincing you to join them, they really just wanted to see and adore you upclose, and when they do, may it be from a far in camera or personally, they're losing it in the inside.

apart from possessing sugawara michizane's six eyes and the limitless ability that makes you the strongest ability user alive, you're very charismatic person, and the decay of the angel is no exception to that. the instant they found and learned about you, they were stoked. they instantly became your biggest fans, despite being a terrorist organization that specializes as a murder association.

nikolai gogol !

nikolai is a die-hard fan of yours. he's head over heels in love with you, and he's a lot like miwa kasumi. he gets all giddy and excited as soon as he sees you, but unlike miwa, who is discreet, he is openly expressive.

"goodness, if it isn't an angel sent from above?" nikolai's calm demeanor crumbled when he saw you. he just can't help it.

nikolai practically pushes everyone around you aside and approaches you without hesitation or shame.

you weren't even on a mission. you were simply walking around yokohama by yourself when you were approached by a white-layered haired man dressed as a circus ringmaster. you watched as he pushed the man next to you away without hesitation before bowing with his hand to his chest and lifting his hat in respect.

"gojo [name], it's an honor to finally see you in person!" nikolai exclaimed a little too enthusiastically and theatrically.

behind your black round sunglasses, your eyes widened slightly. oh, how peculiar. he already recognizes you. perhaps a stalker? well, it's nothing to be alarmed about. you're type of person who eats death threats from higher-ups for breakfast—this was not actually a big deal, so you went along with it.

you proceeded to hold a baffled expression as you tapped your chin in a thoughtful manner, "oh, my. do i know you, kind sir?"

"hohoho, let me introduce myself! my name is nikolai gogol. i've heard everything about you dear! you're the heir of the gojo family and i'm a huge fan," he exclaimed enthusiastically, "do you mind if i quiz you, dove?"

"quiz me?" you tilted your head to the side, practically making nikolai squeal on the inside from how charming and adorable you were up close, especially when you did that—perfect, your charms were working well on him.

"mhm! it is but a simple question," nikolai hummed and chuckled softly as he nodded.

"alright then, go ahead," you smiled at him kindly as you clasped your hands together.

"a vase is what this usually adorns. be careful as it may have some thorns! but even so, it is as beautiful as a ravishing woman like you," nikolai declared with a wink.

it was a riddle.

"hmm, vase? thorns? beautiful?" you furrowed your brows and held your chin between your fingers, thinking of an answer. you snapped your fingers as you smiled at him, "ah, a rose!"

"ding ding!" chimed nikolai happily, and with that, he pulled a bouquet of roses from his overcoat and handed it to you, which made you gasp softly as he continued, "a beautiful rose, for a beautiful lady."

"well, aren't you quite the charmer?" your lips curved into a smile as you pushed your glasses down slightly, just enough for your blue six eyes to stare at him, "thank you, nikolai!"

nikolai found himself giddy at the prospect of seeing you this close up, especially those gorgeous eyes of yours, let alone hearing his name spill from your plump lips. you were truly as lovely as a rose, perhaps even more so.

however, as soon as he saw a familiar man approaching you from a distance, his eyes narrowed slightly. it appeared that it was now time for him to flee. his expression changed immediately as he extended his hand for you to take, and in return, he bent down and kissed your knuckles as he gently grasped your hand, catching you somewhat off guard.

"it is truly an honor to see you in person," nikolai exclaimed before smiling and pulling away.

"gojo-chan!" you turned around to see ranpo running towards you, holding his hat and huffing for air as he came to a halt.

"ah, ranpo-kun! what are you doing here?" you asked, blinking.

"it's urgent. i need to discuss something with you," ranpo said, his eyes widening slightly as he looked at the bouquet of roses in your hands, "eh, were you on a date or something?"

"nope. this kind man gave this bouquet of roses to m—your eyes widened as soon as you turned around and found nikolai gone without a trace.

"what man?" ranpo raised a brow at you suspiciously.

you lowered your black round sunglasses to scan your surroundings, but nikolai gogol had vanished without a trace. despite the vast perception your six eyes provides you, you couldn't see him from a mile away.

he was really gone.

you then returned your attention to the bouquet of roses he had just given you, only to discover a small card tied to one of the roses that read,

"i apologize, dove, but i have a show to run. don't worry, we will meet again, gojo [name]."

after reading, you froze and found yourself clutching the bouquet tightly.

this card appeared seemingly out of nowhere.

sigma !

sigma, unlike nikolai gogol, is the true miwa kasumi type. he fanboys for you more on the inside than on the outside due to his casino manager reputation, aside from being a part of the decay of angels.

"it that... gojo [name]?" the young man muttered himself, surprised.

sigma noticed you from afar as a customer in the sky casino—his very own casino—due to your ever-familiar black round sunglasses and signature snow-white hair. sigma's eyes widened and he found himself bobbing his adam's apple. you weren't even dressed in your usual attire. you were dressed elegantly in a sleeveless black dress with a slit exposing one of your thighs and matching black heels.

how could he possibly have missed your name? sigma was certain he had memorized his casino's customers because he was the manager. unless, of course, this is your first time here; it has to be your first time. he had never seen you here before, and based on your information, you work for heiwa in tokyo.

you, on the other hand, were sipping a soda that had been served to you because you don't drink alcohol as you casually flirted and smooth-talked this one customer, discreetly learning about this sky casino.

it may not appear so, but you were on a mission right now. heiwa, your organization in charge of tokyo, asked you to look into any leads related to the books.

sigma followed you as soon as you finished talking with the said man; he was envious of how close the said man was to you. you, on the other hand, could not help but smile.

you got the manager of the sky casino's attention exactly as you planned.

you set your drink down, handing it to one of the establishment's waiters, and smiled as you watched sigma approach you, nearly tripping on his heels. his heart was racing and his mind was pounding.

oh my god.

you just smiled at him.

"yes?" you sweetly asked, watching as sigma gathered himself, clearing his throat as he faced you. you were making him nervous.

"p-pardon me, gojo [name]-san," he cleared his throat, "as the manager of the sky casino, i would just like to check in my casino's customers. that man wasn't bothering you, was he?" sigma asked, glancing at the man you were talking to earlier.

oh, my. well isn't he a bold one?

aren't customers in this establishment coded? hmm, the fact that this man knew your name could only mean one thing—this person is well aware of who you are, whether as a member of heiwa or a descendant of sugawara michizane, or maybe as the head of the gojo family. but you maintained your cool as you acknowledged him.

"oh, so you're the manager!" you exclaimed, resting your chin between your thumb and index fingers, "no worries. he wasn't bothering me at all. thank you for the concern. goodness, i should commend you. i'm not really one for casinos and all that gambling, but this establishment sure is accommodating and well kept in order. you seem very capable, and you even check on your customers!"

sigma's eyes widened. he was caught off guard. oh my goodness. his heart was screaming. you simply complimented him.

'gojo [name] commended me. gojo thinks i'm capable,' he thought, fighting back a flush that was forming and spreading across his face.

you were making him fall in love with you so easily. good god. just how were you doing that?

"would you like to share a drink or two with me, mr. manager?" you asked, tilting your head and using your charm. you mentally smirked as you watched sigma's adam's apple bob up and down. this guy was a big fan of yours it seems.

"only if it's okay with you though! you must be a busy man," you chuckled later, "it's just that I've been meaning to talk to you."

"r-really now?" sigma blinked profusely.

"you see, i'm from tokyo, and a colleague of mine mentioned the sky casino being a worthwhile place to visit here in yokohama," you skillfully lied, your voice smooth as silk, "so places i've never been to or heard of before really interest me, so i was wondering if i could perhaps hear of this establishment's background perhaps? i'm genuinely curious."

"i don't mind at all, gojo-san," a smile graced his lips, "it would be an honor to enlighten you,"

"really? why, thank you! you really are dependable!" you clasped your hands together.

you then gave him a closed-eye smile, which caused sigma to blush furiously, causing him to cover his face and turn away from you, pretending to cough when you opened your eyes and straightened your posture.

fyodor dostoevsky !

now, fyodor is not as expressive and open compared to sigma and, especially, nikolai. in fact, he's very discreet. fyodor is similar to miwa in that he maintains his cool and calm at all costs despite his feelings for you.

it was a moonlit, dark night. you had just finished business in yokohama and were now craving some sweets due to your sweet tooth, and what better way to satisfy your cravings than to satisfy your cravings? it is possible to get some at your favorite coffee shop even if it is late at night. you cheerfully pushed the glass doors, the doorbell chiming upon contact.

fyodor was already outside the coffee shop when you walked in, having arrived only a few minutes before you. with the decay of the angel almost always watching you and your fondness for restaurants and shops selling sweets, it was quite easy to track where you frequently went.

fyodor wasn't the type to go wherever he pleased in public, but he'd been meaning to see you up close, not just through a camera or screen.

after ordering a slice of red velvet cake and a matcha crepe cake, as well as your preferred iced coffee, you took the only available seat by the window and clutched your receipt, waiting for your order. fyodor decided to order at the cashier as well, and then he decided to look around, pretending to look for a vacant seat despite already knowing you had already taken the last one.

fyodor smiled at the sight of you, sitting on the cozy chair, your heavenly blue six eyes drawn towards the full moon outside as you leaned your head against your knuckles, elbows propped on the arm of the chair, and legs crossed over one another—such grace.

"excuse me," your eyes widened slightly. the stranger's russian accent easily caught your attention.

fyodor felt a little nervous now that you were staring at him from head to toe. he couldn't help but be swooned by how intently you were staring at him, especially when you pulled down your sunglasses and stared at him with your heavenly six eyes. you were simply stunning.

"yes?" your lips curved into a friendly smile.

"do you mind if i sit with you?" fyodor asked, motioning over the other tables that were occupied to reason.

"sure, i don't mind," you replied nonchalantly with a shrug of your shoulders, looking around to see that despite the late hour, the coffee shop was packed, making fyodor extremely pleased with your response.

just then, one of the pick-up staff members called your name, along with another, as two trays were served, "orders for [name] and fedya are ready at the bar!" the man said.

"that my order; do you mind if you stay here while i go get it?" you exclaimed, standing up from your seat, but fyodor gently grabbed your shoulder, forcing you to stay.

"i'll get yours, mine's ready at the bar as well," fyodor reasoned, giving you a closed-eye smile. you tried to object, but he shook his head and insisted, "just think of it as my way of repaying your kindness in allowing me to sit with you."

you couldn't help but crease your brows as fyodor walked away to pick up your orders. that man had an odd allure, but you noticed he was quite attractive—shoulder length black hair and sharp deep purple eyes—even his clothing choices were odd, but you weren't going to judge. you straightened your back in either case as he returned to the table, smiling as he handed you your drink and sweets.

"your name's fedya, right?" you suddenly asked.

fyodor's eyes widened slightly as something within him ignited when you said his nickname—even if he may or may not have planned it when he ordered his drink.

but, goodness gracious.

it sounded so good to hear it from you.

"no, my name's fyodor, dear," oops. there was a slip, but oh, well. you don't seem to mind the small endearment anyway. hehe.

"oh," you remarked with interest, smiling with a hint of mischief, "well, thank you, fedya."

fyodor stifled a small chuckle as he sat down on the seat across you, "my name's fyodor, dear."

"well, yeah, but fedya sounds cuter," you exclaimed as you sipped your drink, "plus, if you don't want me to call you that, you should have given your real name instead."

"well, you're not wrong," fyodor smiled and waved it away as he sipped the tea he ordered.

"you're not from around here, are you?" you pointed out, as you ate a piece of your red velvet cake, "your name and accent are russian."

"yes, i'm just visiting," fyodor replied, leaning back against his seat, his hands intertwined on his lap, "yokohama's an interesting city."

"i guess i agree with you on that," you shrugged, nodding in agreement.

as you two ate and drank, fyodor continued to converse with you. to be honest, there was nothing hidden behind fyodor purposefully bumping into you. he just wanted to see you up close and talk to you, and he couldn't help but be amused by how you're talking and hanging out with him—you knew what he was up to.

even if you were being playful and casual, fyodor could see and sense your passive-aggression, especially when he started talking about ability users and how sinful man is.

you may appear to be a charming and chatty young lady, but you were gojo [name].

he knows about you. how could he not? not when the decay of the angel had been eyeing for some time now. apart from possessing a dangerously strong ability and the six eyes altogether, fyodor even knows how you came from a wealthy family—a clan that you head—and he knows exactly how to push your buttons.

"all that self-righteous talk you're getting there, tch, not really a fan of it," you scoffed as you stirred your drink, your eyes narrowing slightly.

"but when you look at me like that with those eyes of yours, my love," fyodor murmured quietly as he sipped his tea, "i sure am a fan."

"uh, what did you say?" you wondered, tilting your head, "i didn't quite catch that."

"nothing, dear," fyodor said with a closed-eye smile and a wave of his hand to dismiss it.

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