#I’m not sure if you read the manga so I won’t say much

[xxsabitoxx]

Geto Suguru NSFW A-Z

Part of my 20k follower celebration (past due)

Warnings: if it’s not abundantly clear, this is smut :)

A/N: in honor of hitting 20k followers a while back, I’m going to be posting 10 NSFW alphabets for JJK men — scheduled post 6

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Suguru is so soft and reassuring after sex. He won’t make you lift a finger, going out of his way to clean you up and get you water. If you ask for a snack or a meal, he’ll return with it. If you ask for a hot bath or shower? He’s setting it up for you. Suguru will go above and beyond to make sure you are happy and satisfied because you go out of your way to do the same for him. He’s very much an act of service love language kinda guy. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Suguru loves your hips. He loves to hold them, he loves to bite them and kiss them, he loves to feel you squirming while he keeps you in place. His hands are naturally drawn to them. 

On himself, Suguru takes pride in his broad shoulders. He loves the feeling of your hands touching them, nails running down them, the way you cling to them as he fucks you. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Suguru really enjoys coming on your face. He loves pulling out of your mouth right before he cums just to jerk off the rest of the way and cover your face and tongue. He’s also very partial to creampies but at this point who isn’t — 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Suguru really wants to use toys on you in public and even likes the idea of you using them on him. The remote control kind that vibrates, he likes the idea of you being at his mercy but secretly likes the idea of him being at yours. He also really likes the idea of predator/prey play, the idea of chasing you around to get what he wants (so long as you’re consenting). He’s brought it up a little bit, you’ve even had a few instances where it’s “happened” but it’s more so you giggling as he chases you around the house and catches you because you teased him. He wants to play a game of sorts, where you’re being hunted by him, but he’s too embarrassed to really delve into this little kink seriously. So he can settle with the playful chasing for now. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Suguru has a lot of experience. He’s been with a handful of partners and has had multiple hookups. More so after becoming a cult leader. He certainly had people flocking to him with interest but he didn’t act upon their advances until after his deflection. Suguru is not shy about watching porn and even camgirls/camboys. He’s browsed through hentai mangas and even read a couple of raunchy novels. He knows what he’s doing to say the very least. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Suguru loves doggy, he loves watching your ass jiggle with the force of his thrusts. He also enjoys seeing you struggle to keep yourself up, arms and legs feeling weak as he fucks you. Suguru also enjoys having your back pressed flush to his front, angled so his hips can thrust into you while he uses his arm to keep you up. Either around your chest or around your neck… heh

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Suguru leans more on the serious / sensual side of things. It’s rare for him to make comments that are snarky or cause you to laugh while fucking. But if there is a chance you two bump heads or something “funny” occurs, he’ll definitely laugh and tease you about it later even if it wasn’t your fault. 

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Considering the lengths he goes to take care of his luscious long hair, Suguru takes his pubic grooming quite seriously (lmao). Honestly I think he keeps his hair fairly long but not long enough for it to be a turn off. It’s black like the rest of his hair and tbh I totally see him using conditioner on it (giggling at the thought bye)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Super romantic even when he’s pissed off. Suguru will change his attitude left and right, fucking you stupid and going on and on about your attitude just to shower you in praise and reassure you the moment he sees tears or hesitancy in your eyes. He’ll try his damn hardest to never take things too far, always making sure you know you are loved by him and he isn’t just using you for sex. You mean the world to him and he wants to make sure you know that. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Suguru isn’t huge on masturbation after he gets with you. Before meeting you though? He got himself off once a day at least. If he wasn’t hooking up with someone, he was getting himself off using his own fist. It got to the point where he was doing it so frequently that he invested in a pocket pussy. He’s embarrassed about it even though he knows he shouldn't be. He kept it even after meeting you and will let you use it on him just to tease him. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Love it or hate it, I think Suguru has a big ole daddy kink. Accompanying that daddy kink, I think this man has an unrelenting breeding kink. He loves when you’re a brat, giving him the opportunity to put you in your place. He also has a thing for predator/prey play, he likes when you try and get away from him… knowing full and well that you are trapped regardless (consensually of course) 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Suguru enjoys the challenge the shower brings him, an opportunity to show of his strength by holding you up against the wall and fucking you stupid. Suguru also enjoys fucking you in the backseat of his car… even when his personal driver is driving it f

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Sexy pajamas… like the silky matching sets. That paired with the amount of skin being shown off? Drives him absolutely wild. Suguru also enjoys when you call him “Sir” in front of his followers, bending down a little too far in your “work” attire so his mind runs wild. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Suguru is strongly against age play. He likes when you call him daddy, he knows you like it when he calls you baby/baby girl/baby boy. But Suguru does not fuck with the age play idea, if you start acting like a child while he fucks you he’s gonna get very weirded out. He enjoys the pet name aspects of the kink but that’s truly it. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving. Suguru is so utterly obsessed with pussy eating/dick sucking. He will beg you on his hands and knees, praying for you to say yes and let him go down on you. He dreams of it and would be content being suffocated by your sex. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Suguru will adjust his pace to your liking but he will always fall into the rougher, faster pace side of things. He can’t help it when he gets so lost in pleasure, his hips move on their own accord and that typically means fucking you until your entire body is moving with the effort. He also finds a lot of amusement in your moans stuttering due to the force of his hips. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Suguru loves a good quickie. Especially when he’s in between healing clients. Bending you over his desk and fucking you absolutely stupid clears his head before dealing with more of his insufferable clientele. (Heh sorry?) 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Suguru is a massive risk taker. He doesn’t care if there is a chance of getting caught, he doesn’t care if people can see. Suguru is willing to try most things at least twice,  if he didn’t enjoy it the first time he’s willing to give it a second go just to make sure. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

How long Suguru can last depends on how long it’s been since he last fucked you. Typically he can last up to 8-10 minutes if you’ve been consistent fucking. But if it’s been a week or two apart? He can last 4 minutes tops. But his stamina doesn’t run out after, he can go 3-5 rounds if not more. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Suguru isn’t shy about toy use, they aren’t usually his go to items but he’s not one to shy away from him. He’s a bit meh on dildos because why have them when you have his cock… but everything else he’s down to use/try.  

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Suguru has a mean streak in him, if you piss him off he’s gonna be very unfair towards you during his punishment. He’ll go to both extremes: edge you till you’re crying and then make you cum until you’re begging him to stop. He’ll mock you, telling you to make up your mind. His aftercare is always immaculate though, and he makes sure to have safe words with you. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

At first Suguru tried so hard to keep his nosies to a minimum. He was unbelievably shy about making anything more than a groan or cursing. It wasn’t until meeting you and getting truly comfortable that he let himself go just a bit. He moans, whines, curses, even gets teary eyed if he’s feeling that good. He doesn’t try and restrain them either, letting them come out however loud they are with no care. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Suguru likes to record the two of you fucking when he knows he has to go away on a business trip and you can’t come with him. He likes filming both POV videos and 3rd person videos so he can watch them back and reminisce on your last time together. He’ll get off watching them when he knows he can’t call you because you’re already sleeping.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Suguru is an even 5 inches when soft and just over 6 ½ when hard. While he may not be as long as Satoru, he’s certainly girthier. He’s got a pretty tan color going up his shaft, his tip is a rosy pinkish red and he curves upwards. His dick can be mildly intimidating to some, so he takes care to prep you thoroughly before even thinking of going in. Suguru is also not shy about using lubes and oils, the wetter the better ;) 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

As shocking as it seems, Suguru has a higher sex drive than Satoru. He arguably has the highest sex drive among jjk men in my opinion. He’s a closeted freak. He can control himself though, especially if you aren’t in the mood. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Suguru can get pretty tired after sex but he won’t allow himself to get comfortable and sleep until he assures you’re taken care of. While he can get exhausted from the activities, he knows he worked you out way more. So his priority will always be you. Once you’re content and sleeping, it only takes Suguru like 5 minutes tops to knock out for the night.

#jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk headcanons #jjk smut #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios #geto suguru smut #geto suguru imagines #geto suguru x reader #suguru geto #getou suguru x reader #geto x reader #jjk geto #geto smut #suguru smut #suguru x reader #suguru imagine #jujutsu kaisen suguru

[slutforitoshi]

mikage reo - star student *:･ﾟ✧

ft. reo x f!reader, 18+ minors dni

cw: CORRUPTION KINK, virgin!mc, praise, oral m!receiving and f!receiving, fingering

synopsis: your dear upperclassman teaches you a few new tricks

wc: 1.85k

A/N: confession i was a reo anti until i read the manga LOL

mikage reo is the poster boy for model upperclassman. smart, athletic, and breathtakingly handsome. unlike other seniors he didn’t seem to view the younger years with distaste. after all, he was one of them just a few semesters ago. his generosity knew no bounds, from comped meals to private tutoring lessons. and you happened to be one of those pupils; a sprout eager to learn from the best. 

initially you sought out reo’s help since you happened to hear that he was the first in your school’s history to ace all the physics exams, a subject you were dreadful at. you expected the relationship to be cordial, professional even, but reo’s welcoming disposition made it hard to stay away. 

before you knew it he was assisting you with much more than physics, guiding you even in your personal life. that’s why it didn’t even occur to you as strange to blurt out, “i think i’m finally going to lose my virginity this weekend”

reo’s pencil that was currently scribbling away at his planner grinds to a halt, leaving only the slight hum of your ceiling fan to break the silence. 

shit. you’ve made things awkward. 

“oh my god i’m so sorry i don’t know why i said that,” you apologize immediately, realizing the vulgarity of your words. reo was your senior, and while he has helped you with relationship problems before, you should’ve known this was a leap further than that.

reo turns to you with a light smile though, relieving the regret you felt in your stomach. 

“what’s there to be sorry about? i’m glad you trust me to talk about it” he reassures you, in classic reo fashion. 

“are you sure? i don’t want to make you uncomfortable…” your voice trails off, but reo’s eyes don’t waver. his dear underclassman has a concern, and who else but him to help?

“well…ok. i’ve just been feeling left behind recently in that whole category. all my friends keep talking about their recent hookups, and it’s lame that i haven’t done anything past kissing”

reo’s eyebrows furrow in concern, “don’t tell me you want to have sex because of peer pressure.”  

“no no it’s nothing like that” you quickly shut down his unease, “i just feel like i’m ready for it. i want to join my friends.”

he slowly nods his head, taking in your true thoughts. 

“so how are you gonna do it? are you seeing anyone?”

“nah i was just gonna go to a party and find some semi-cute guy” you shrugged, and it’s clear by his expression that this was the worst idea he’s ever heard.

“you’re gonna settle for some random guy at a party, who will probably be mediocre at best in bed?” he spat, eyes narrowing at the prospect.

you’ve never seen reo like this, almost bitter at your proposed idea.

“i don’t see any other good options” you murmured. there probably were, but those other options included waiting, and you’ve had enough of that.

reo presses his fingertips to his temples, closing his eyes for a moment. 

“you think physics is the only thing i can help you with?”

he opens his eyes, turning towards you with such a piercing stare that it sends shivers down your spine. 

“n-no, of course not. you’ve helped me with loads of things before like math, biology-” you ramble, trying to ignore the quickening pace of your heartbeat. sure you were a virgin, but you weren’t naive. 

“i won’t force you. i’m just expanding your options” his eyes don’t leave you, and as much as you want to hide from his directness, you can’t seem to look away. as much as you wanted to run away, to say no, the growing heat in your abdomen has already made the decision for you. 

“p-please reo, i’m all yours”

“that’s my good girl.”

he places his right hand at the nape of your neck, then pulling you into his lips. gentle, you noted. his kisses showed no sign of aggression or neediness like you’ve experienced from the select few boys you’ve made out with before, but that’s not to say it wasn’t passionate. 

you break the kiss first, leaving your chair to kneel down before his. 

“can i?” you ask, looking intently at the bulge peaking through reo’s pants.

“eager aren’t we” he smirks, pulling down his waistband to reveal your first cock. and it’s impressive. your eyes widen at the length before you, mouth watering. you look up eagerly, lunging forward to envelop the head around your lips as reo gives an encouraging nod. 

“f-fuckk” he gasps, taking in the warmth of your mouth. it’s heavenly. 

you push your limits, inch by inch, until you feel him hit the back of your throat, and the sensation launches you off suddenly. 

“you alright?” reo sits forward, caressing your back as you cough through the result of your eagerness. you nod though, pushing him back into the chair. 

“wanna try again” you murmur, eyes fixated on your conquest. you wrap your lips around him again, taking note of the ache the girth inflicts on your jaw. it’s not an unpleasant feeling, and the view of reo’s eyes rolled back makes it all worth it. 

this time you don’t recoil from the hit, and start your trek up, then down, then up.

“focus on the tip, it’s sensitive there” he instructs, and you oblige, intensifying the bobbing motion near his ridge.

“circle your tongue around it” reo barely finishes his thought before you’re complying to his demands. 

reo’s fingers are digging into chair’s arms, leaving crescent shaped imprints. he couldn’t tell what was more pleasurable: the feeling of your tongue against his tip, or how fucking obedient you were. 

“such a good girl for me, learning so fast”

you hum in content at his praise, sending vibrations that nearly push reo to the edge. that’s enough he thinks, it’s time for the next lesson.

he sits up suddenly, and his cock leaves you with a ‘pop’. you try to object at the sudden emptiness, but he’s already pulling you up, guiding you to the bed. 

“sit back for me, and keep your legs spread” he instructs, tying his purple strands back to keep away from the mess that will surely follow. 

you do as he says, revealing the growing damp spot on the panties underneath your skirt. he dives in, wrapping his arms around your thighs to pull you forward abruptly until his face is hovered above your heat. 

“r-reo-” your eyes widen at the sudden movement, but your voice morphs into a moan as he licks a long stripe above the cloth. 

“let me show you what you deserve” he peels off the drenched panties off your legs, marveling at your glistening folds. 

he makes haste, lunging forward to bury himself between your thighs. the sensation of the soft muscle of his tongue immediately makes you buck your hips forward. 

“f-fuck!” you splutter out, mind blanking as he circles your clit. he had you wondering why on earth you waited so long. strands of purple leaked through your knuckles as you held his head in place. 

a familiar coil builds, one that you’ve only felt through from your own efforts before. 

“you’re close aren’t you?” he smirks briefly before diving in again to chase after your high. 

stars dance across your half closed lids once he adds a finger into your entrance. it’s a stretch you’ve never felt before, but the feeling was more than welcome. then the addition of a second finger has your head falling back against the backboard. 

“your virgin pussy’s so tight” he remarks, noticing how cramped the hole was with only two digits in. his vulgar words brought a blush to your face; who knew the mikage reo could talk so dirty?

the curling of his fingers is what brings you over the edge, until you’re thrashing against the sheets while reo uses his free arm to hold your hips down. 

“how was that for your first orgasm?” 

“so…so good” you manage through your pants. it left you breathless, but he wasn’t finished with you yet. 

reo briefly gets up to roll a condom on while you recover. shit, it’s happening. you were about to kiss your virginity goodbye. 

“i’m gonna go nice and slow okay?” he says, positioning himself above you. a light kiss is placed on your forehead before you feel the tip nudge at your entrance. and then he pushes.

your eyes squeeze shut at the intrusion, nails raking at reo’s back to offset the pain. 

“deep breaths, it’s almost all the way in” he whispers, trying not to cum himself from the absolute bliss that your pussy gives him. 

you both let out a sigh as he bottoms out, and he stills himself, waiting for confirmation to move. 

“please reo” you whine, “make me feel good”

his eyes darken at your pleads, and a flash of possessiveness passes his mind. you were so fragile, and yet here you were begging him to ruin you. 

he builds his pace gradually, knowing the stretch must still cause you discomfort. but by the third thrust, your loud moans were a clear indicator of the pleasure wracking your body. 

“r-reo, feels amazing” 

he responds to your praise with a firm grip on your waist, pulling you in deeper against him, “yeah? don’t you ever settle for anything less than this”

you almost yelp as he scoops one arm around your back to flip you. you’re on your knees now as he’s laid back against the mattress, still buried completely within you.

“want to learn how to ride?” he suggests, lip twitching upwards in a suggestive smile. the challenge was daunting, but a star student like you wouldn’t back down. 

you place your palms against his taut chest, shakily raising yourself up before crashing back down. 

“fuck, you’re a natural” he groans as you sink down again. 

the new position has his tip kissing your cervix, and it’s not long before your thighs are giving out. 

“looks like you need some help” he teases before his hands are supporting your hips, guiding you up and down his length. by the way your walls were fluttering, he could tell you were reaching another high. reo decides to add even more assistance by taking a free hand towards your clit, rubbing circles onto the sensitive bud. 

your body goes slack at the sudden onset of pleasure, but reo has no problem making up for your efforts to ride, still thrusting upwards at impressive speeds. 

“c-cumming again!” you exclaim again before clamping hard against his cock. your pulsating walls are enough for him to unload as well, thrusting erratically to maximize both your orgasms.

you collapse against his chest, limbs completely drained of energy. he laughs lightly at the state he left you in before wrapping his arms around your back and laying another kiss to the side of your temples. 

“reo how am i supposed to fuck anyone else after this” you whine, “you set the bar too high”

“who said we were done? you still have much more to learn”

#holy shit i finally finished it #posting twice in one day crazy ik #reo #reo mikage #reo x reader #reo smut #reo mikage smut #blue lock #blue lock smut #bllk #bllk smut #blue lock imagines #reo mikage x reader #reo mikage imagines

[laikabu]

re: my thoughts on laios’s sexuality (long post ahead lol)

let me start this post with this. first, this contains a lot of references to the new adventurer’s bible world guide book released last february. i can read japanese, but i’m sure they’re translated somewhere. general spoiler warning in case. also… i am ESL, so sorry for any grammar errors

second, if you’re on the team that insists laios doesn’t care about humans enough to form relationships, either read the manga again or at the very least read this thread.

last, please don’t chime in with your acearo headcanons on this post. there’s already a majority of posts here that insist laios is acearo and that anything else is impossible. i don’t like it the same way i don’t like when someone declares they hc marcille as bisexual to a poster who reads her as lesbian. i already have enough people here who declare he’s ace on my own art. at least people on twitter of all places don’t do this sort of thing to me. nothing in this manga is canon, you can headcanon anything i won’t get mad if you hc him as bi or something. just. don’t be weird on my post.

okay. trust me, i love women, and i love the idea of making my favs women lovers but the idea of laios being gay really appeals to me because of his background. this isn’t fueled by yaoi since i don’t even ship the only m/m relationship i bring up here, i just think it adds a nice layer to his disconnect with his own humanity

i do think laios has a very abstract relationship with his sexuality for a multitude of reasons. he grew up in a very conservative backwater village. he has a hard time recognizing his own feelings towards others just as much as vice versa. i don’t really care for the “laios is a monsterfucker” agenda people are pushing but i do think he’d engage in sexual thoughts in his own weird way, i won’t deny his deviantart fetish shit

as an autistic person myself, i relate to how he’d prioritize his special interest over social interactions. after all, he was fixated on monster food so he’s distracted from dark thoughts. he’s not an actual glutton

he’s shy around women, but i don’t think it’s out of attraction. i just think it’s because he’s awkward and doesn’t want to be seen as a threat. there’s a couple of times when, out of armor, he deliberately tries to make himself look smaller and nonthreatening.

he didn’t show any interest towards ashivia (the hubby hunter girl marcille replaced) and just humored her because she wouldn’t leave him alone. his other party members thought he was giving her special treatment so he had to tell her he “doesnt want to give her special treatment anymore”(even though he never did), so she left

ashivia did her best to butter herself up to laios and he didn’t care, but laios thought shuro was his bestest friend in the whole world because he was too much of a pushover to reject him. ironically… what ashivia did to him parallels what he was doing to shuro

also… yeah sorry i keep bringing up that one comic of laios saying if he were falin he’d marry shuro and then begging him to take him back to his country, or that comic of laios wondering why he doesn’t like him(and then the first two questions he asks the magic mirror was what if he or shuro were women). i don’t even ship them! but it’s not a reach to assume that he likes men because of this, even if it’s kinda played like a joke(after all,a lot of people like chilshi even though their ‘shippy’ interaction was played as a joke)

of course, given the setting, i don’t think knows he’s gay, he wouldn’t have the vocabulary to label himself. i do want to dance around with the idea of him forcibly confronting his own sexuality after years of yaad pressuring him to produce heirs lol. laios might not be cishet but he’s a king so he rdgaf about that right now. i’m open to him having female consorts for political reasons, but i don’t think he’s into women, is all.

before anyone brings up his succubus… god forbid an author makes hetbait. a part of the plot twist was that not-marcille wasn’t the only succubus enticing laios, his other party members were copied too. she was the only one who approached him. also… succubi aren’t always inherently romantic. once it realized marcille didn’t work, it switched to appeal to his desire to be a monster.

#laios isn’t even in my top 3 fav but i gotta throw this out to the void #dungeon meshi meta #laios touden #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #kabru sexuality is easy cuz that dude is capital B Bisexual but laios has layers to it i feel

[azurexxstrawberries]

Hi! I read the tbhk having a nightmare, and the dazai x reader who committed suicide, and the writing was so wonderful! I was wondering if you could write tbhk men with a reader who really liked physical touch. Like she would randomly grab their hand and rub patterns on it, or hold onto their arm when they walked. Just harmless little touches (not in the weird way lol)

Anyways, you can ignore this request if you want, but please be sure to take care of yourself!

aaaaaah thank you so much! i’m so glad you enjoyed them :3 thank you for being so nice ^^ i hope you enjoy this as well <33 please make sure to take care of yourself too!! i tried a bit of a different formatting style (just the white borders), and lmk through discord if you want me to change anything! it’ll be in my bio from now on <3 and i’m sorry i could write tsukasa well, i can’t remember anything about him other than his insane bits. mitsuba isn’t really up to par either but i got kind of tired by then so i might rework it tomorrow:3

cw: fluff, (slight) manga spoilers, slight crack in Tsukasa’s part (i’m sorry i wrote this really early in the morning)

and featuring: hanako, tsukasa, kou and mitsuba!

My Masterlists

tbhk men with an s/o who really likes physical touch

Hanako

He was so confused at first, watching you rub circles onto his palm.

But he sort of just let you roll with it and didn’t ask any questions. I don’t even think he would tease you for it.

In fact, he even started to like it. The way your warm skin feels against his, and the sweet smile that appeared on your face.

Hanako would occasionally put out his hand for you, so you could play around with it, a slight blush on his face.

”Here, you like playing with it, right?”

It really just made him feel happy when he saw the way your face lit up every time.

So for now,

before he would have to go,

he would just enjoy the small moments like these with you.

Tsukasa (badly written)

Just like literally any tbhk x reader headcannons, Tsukasa teases you a lot for (literally anything) your love of physical touch.

BUT IM NOT GONNA DO THAT (i’m gonna do it)

Ok, so you really enjoy patting his head and playing with his hair. And he moves around a lot, which really frustrates you.

I’m not saying he doesn’t like it, but he’s just really hard to control.

So you get Sakura to help pin him down while you mess with his hair.

You’ll be getting a lot of complaints from him, I’m sure.

He occasionally teases you for it, but not as often as you might expect.

And it’s probably because he just likes the feeling of it.

(crack) i think he would just grab your hand and bite it

Kou Minamoto

Kou would get flustered when you suddenly cling onto his arm like that!

He won’t say anything about it but he’s feeling really embarrassed.

But that also sort of makes him feel important, like he’s protecting you from something by staying in that position.

Although you clutching onto his arm became a regular occurrence, he would still freeze up when you touched him.

I guess he’s just embarrassed :)

But he’ll still reach out for your hand either way.

Because to him, you’re the most precious person in the world.

And one day, he’ll make sure he’s strong enough to protect you for real.

Sousuke Mitsuba

Hugging him from behind!

He would jump high like a cat the first time you did it. He gets used to it, but he still jolts a little whenever you take him by surprise.

”A-are you being weird right now, y/n?!”

He says that jokingly (of course).

He would hesitantly return your hugs, his face red with embarrassment, and you would just stand there with Mitsuba’s arms around you for a few minutes, enjoying the warmth.

Mitsuba is also an enjoyer of physical touch!

I think he would constantly play with your body parts, with or without permission.

As long as you get to do it, he does too!

#tbhk #tbhk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #toilet bound hanako kun #yugi amane #yugi amane x reader #hanako kun #hanako kun x reader #tsukasa yugi #tsukasa x reader #tsukasa yugi x reader #kou x reader #kou minamoto x reader #kou minamoto #mitsuba #mistuba sousuke #mistuba x reader #mitsuba sousuke x reader

[toruvi]

Umm this is the result of seeing jjk manga spoilers for ch 234 so maybe don't read if you don't want to know what happens lol

anyways this is just actor au fluff for gojo to cope bc canon doesn't exist to me

“Have you seen this?” You shove your phone in front of Satoru’s face, he blinks several times to adjust to the light of your screen.

“Hmmmmm? What’s this? Fanart?”

“It’s the manga, Toru. That’s your character.”

“Oh, shit! They actually did it?!” He laughs, tugging the phone out of your hand to scroll through the feed. “Wow. Think I’ll finally get the fangirls off me when this happens in the show?”

You snort, falling down right into the spot on the couch next to him. His legs take up most of the space, so you sit criss-cross, your knee pushing against his thigh. On instinct, Satoru’s arm drapes over the back of the couch and taps your shoulder playfully. You don’t turn, much too used to his antics over the years. Luckily, Suguru’s warned you of that trick years ago.

“Absolutely not. If anything, it’ll get worse.” 

“Oh well~ Guess you gotta deal with more competition then, huh?” He taps your shoulder again, raising an eyebrow with his taunting question. You smack his arm gently and he pouts.

“Don’t even joke about that!” You say as you lean lightly on the bicep behind you. “But seriously, almost cried just reading that crap. I know it’s not you–”

His head tilts, those deep blue eyes softening in their gaze. “It’s not real, either—”

“I know, but sometimes… You think of the what-ifs, you know?”

Satoru huffs. “Why think of the what-ifs? I’m right in front of your pretty face, you don’t need to think about that.” 

He  scoots himself closer to you, toying with the tag that’s poking out of the back of your shirt. As you inhale and sigh, his faint scent whiffs around you. It’s him, he’s there. Sure, it’s a silly think to think about. But sometimes, your brain likes to wander into hypotheticals. What if that was all real? If he did end up…no. Satoru’s right, it’s not something you should even entertain. 

“Hey, hey,” he chides gently, giving a small peck on your cheek to bring you back. “Pay attention to me, before I gotta go to work.”

You pinch his cheek and give it a pat. “No, how dare you die.”

“It’s not even me in there!”

“Well technically you’re the guy in the show–so!!”

“Pfft, you’re being so dramatic. That crap won’t even happen in the show for what–years? And just don’t watch that when it comes.” Satoru’s semi-reassurances mildly help. Though, what’s more convincing is how he’s slowly pulling you into his lap more and more.

“You’re right, your acting sucks anyway.”

He makes a noise in mock offense, arms wrapping around you completely, “Take that back, right now!” 

“No!”

You land right on his thighs as he yanks you the rest of the way. “If you don’t take it back and tell me I’m the greatest actor in the world…”

His fingers land on your sides, tracing up and down the curve of your hips. You shiver as they briefly tease under the hem of your shirt. He leans up to kiss the other cheek, then your jaw. 

Your eyes close, biting back a smile to refuse acknowledging how much you enjoy his loving touches–even if they tend to start riling you up at a certain point. 

But before you stray too far, he murmurs in your ear, “...I’m gonna start tickling you ‘til you do.”

And before you can react to this “threat”, he’s ghosting your fingers along your skin and coaxing the giggles out from your chest. And though you try to fight him off, he’s just too damn strong! 

“Toru–! Please! Haha…! I-I can’t…!!”

“I can’t, I can’t! Tooooru, spare me~” He mocks you, a shit-eating grin spread across his slightly glossy lips. “Tell me I’m the greatest actor in the world and I’ll let you go.”

“Fuck you–hahah please!!” You try to wriggle away and tumble off his lap, but it only results in you landing on your back and him crawling ontop of you. You beg, unable to abide by his request through the attacks of his dextrous hands. And he’s just smiling, chuckling with an amused glint in his eyes, hardly shadowed by the white strands of his hair. 

If you weren’t struggling so much with the tickling, you’d have half a mind to admire him a bit more like this.

When he notices the tears in your eyes, he offers the smallest amount of mercy. You try to take advantage, grabbing at his wrists weakly to try to push them away. Unfortunately, he’s managed to pin your hands down at the sides of your head instead. 

“Tell me I’m the best, just say it and you’ll be spared,” he smirks, satisfied by this position. You admit defeat, lest he end up with another onslaught of tickling that you don’t think you can handle. 

“Fine. You’re the best.” 

“That’s better,” he leans down to plant a kiss on your lips.

You speak up again as his mouth is inches from yours, “The best at being annoying.”

Satoru laughs–a low, gentle chuckle that stirs something deep in your chest. It’s not the obnoxious ones like he does when he’s messing around with Suguru, or teasing Utahime. Or the ones you hear in his TV show, it feels real, genuine. Cause with you, he’s not acting. You return his smile as he kisses you again. 

“Good enough for me,” he murmurs against your lips.

#hi yell at me if this needs a readmore idk #gjhfdgjkdg #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk x reader #jjk manga spoilers #dont @ me if he's ooc please i dont have as muc h experience writing him compared to levi lol #drabbles

[seangelfish]

would it be possible to request buster bros and what they would be like with a younger sister reader !! im not sure if this breaks any of the rules with like multiple characters im sorry 😭

Yes!! I love Buster Bros sooo much so I’m really excited to receive this request! And don’t worry, you haven’t broken any of the rules. I do allow multiple characters in headcanon/platonic fics, hehe! I hope you enjoy reading!!

Buster Bros w/ a younger sister

Featured characters: Ichiro Yamada, Jiro Yamada and Saburo Yamada (separate)

Genres/types: Headcanons

Word count: 2,006

A/N: For this, I decided to write the younger sister reader as a year or two younger than Saburo (age 12/13). I prefer the older sister trope when it comes to the baby bros, but this is actually a really cute fic request and I had a blast writing it!

Saburo's section was the hardest to write for, I'm not sure how it's longer than Ichiro's and Jiro's lmao I wrote this really quickly because I love them so so much, and I was honestly waiting for someone to request these three haha

ICHIRO YAMADA

- He doesn’t like picking favourites out of all his siblings, but Jiro and Saburo knows for sure that you’re his favourite.

- Is very kind towards you — of course he is kind to his brothers too — but even if you make a big mistake, he’ll just laugh at you, ruffle your hair, and tell you not to do it again. However, just because he's like this to you, doesn't mean he won't be stern. You need to learn that things have its consequences!

- You’re his cute little sister! All he wants to do is spoil you. Whenever he’s out and about in the streets of Ikebukuro, and something cute catches his eye, he’ll buy it for you. You’re always appreciative of it. Unfortunately, he won’t buy you snacks even when you beg for it.

“Nope, no snacks for you, (Y/N). It’ll ruin your teeth.”

“But onii-chan!”

“No means no.”

- Is very overprotective since he’s well known for his past delinquency and now for his role as leader for the Buster Bros. He’ll usually say no when you want to hang out with your friends from school. You understand why he’s doing this, but it’s still going to be annoying.

“Why can’t I just live a normal life?!” you cry one day.

Ichiro tenses up at this. “H-Hey, I’m trying my best, (Y/N)… Why don’t we do this? You can hang out with your friends this weekend if you let one of us keep an eye out for you?”

You take a while to answer.

“Okay… as long as you don’t make yourself seen by my friends.”

“Haha, deal.”

- Despite that, you’re able to hang out with all your brothers together whether it’s just to eat outside for lunch! Ichiro let’s you ride on his shoulders or hold hands with you. Even when you’re just 6/7 years younger than him, he still thinks of you as a baby.

- If you want a bite of his lunch, he'll easily give you some.

- Reads you a story when it's time to go to bed because he's been doing it since you were a toddler. He treasures this time so much because he knows that once you grow up, you won't want him to read you a bedtime story anymore.

- Sometimes you'll ask him to tell you a story of what he does with your brothers as the Buster Bros. He won't give you too many details, so you never know the full story of his adventures. Won't tell you much about his delinquent days. In fact, he may never mention it at all.

- Gives you a little goodnight kiss once you fall asleep, but will also kiss your forehead when you're about to drift to sleep.

- Is the first person to introduce you to his favourite animes and manga. You'd watch it together sometimes although your tastes may differ. If you like shonen, well good for both of you. If you like shojou, Ichiro will still watch it with you, and may even develop his tastes for it.

- Whilst watching anime together, you would rest your head on his lap. He'll stroke your hair like a cat.

- When you catch him taking a nap, you'd get on top of him like a blanket to take a nap on him. You're only doing this for the giggles because once he wakes up due to the heavy weight on his back, he gets super confused.

- Probably the brother that you hug the most out of. He's big and gives you the best hugs. Would lift you up in the air when the occasion is right.

- Your big brother that you respect. The first person you would go to whenever you need help. You find him to be the most reliable (which isn't surprising).

JIRO YAMADA

- You title him the more fun brother. Despite getting into arguments with Saburo all the time, he’s very sweet towards you. Why wouldn’t he be though? Look at you! You’re his cute little sister!

- However, if you were to make a mistake, he will get a bit angry with you, but not to a point where he’ll make you cry. He's just stern with you. Would probably pinch your cheeks and pull on them, laughing at how funny your face would look.

- Probably the brother that makes fun of you (but only as a joke)!

- Wants to spoil you too. Is willing to buy you your favourite snacks! Whenever he goes to hang out with his friends and he's at a shop, he texts you what snacks you want.

"Just don't tell nii-chan, alright?" he whispers with his index finger to his lips.

"Mmm!!" you agree happily.

- Is probably the brother that keeps an eye on you when you hang out with your friends from school. Weirdly enough, he's quite good at making himself not be seen by your friends AND you. It really feels like you're not even being followed by him. He also has friends that are willing to watch out for you too.

- He isn't really reliable when you need help on your homework though. Everyone in the family knows that Jiro isn't really smart when it comes to academics. You don't really mind it though because you still respect him nonetheless. You know he's trying, and you could actually relate to him in a way. He appreciates how understanding you are.

- So he's the only brother you would trust with when your grades aren't as good as you hoped they'd be. Sometimes you're just too scared to confront Ichiro about it, so Jiro would be your first option when you need to tell him about your failures. He would cheer you up and tell you that you can do better next time, encouraging you to tell Ichiro when you're ready.

"Jiro nii-chan, I didn't do well on my science test..." you whimper. "Onii-chan is going to be mad at me..."

"It's okay, (Y/N). It was probably just a bad day. You'll do well next time, so don't be sad! Do you want me to be there for you when you tell nii-chan?"

"Yes, please..."

- Likes to give you piggybacks, and is also willing to hold your hand too — only if you want to though, he doesn't usually initiate it.

- Unlike Ichiro, if you want a bite of his lunch, he'll refuse (only jokingly though). He ends up giving you a bit if you really wanted it.

- Likes to make you laugh by either telling you stupid jokes, making fun of Saburo, or just tickling you.

- Sometimes you hang out with him to play soccer. He really enjoys the sport, and you were always curious as to why. You may grow to like it too or maybe it's because you're just spending time with your big brother.

- Along with Saburo, he is the brother who picks you up from school. Ichiro is sometimes busy to do so. If he comes along with Saburo, you would link arms with both of them, you being in the middle.

- When Ichiro can't read you a bedtime story, Jiro tells you stories of what he has done instead, or the stories he hears from his friends. They are always so interesting.

- Usually gives you side hugs more than actual hugs. Ruffles your hair a lot. Gives you forehead kisses, but is pretty rare.

- Your big brother that you respect. He may not be reliable when it comes to school work, but you trust him with everything else.

SABURO YAMADA

- Since you're only a year or two younger than him, your relationship with Saburo is kind of... 50/50? A best friend kind of relationship more than an older brother one.

- The brother you actually get into mild arguments with, but since it's you, he'll actually apologise first. He won't ever apologise to Jiro, but you're his only sister, so he'll suck it up and try to fix things with you.

- Therefore, if you were to make mistake, he WILL be mad at you.

- Makes fun of you more than Jiro does. Of course, he's just joking though. He's not as harsh to you as he is with Jiro. All three brothers love you too much.

- If you ever start crying because of him, he'll immediately backtrack. Will start comforting you, rocking you like a baby although this is something anyone would rarely see him do. If he doesn't do this (which is rare), you'll threaten him with the 'I'm telling onii-chan' phrase.

- Will eat the snacks with you that Jiro had bought.

"But Jiro nii-chan bought me those!"

"Yeah? Let's go tell him to buy some more then."

"Saburo nii-chan!!!"

- Won't spoil you, but will do whatever you ask of him if it's reasonable.

- You title him the smart, but kind-of-mean brother. Probably scolds you the most out of all your brothers.

"(Y/N), what did I tell you?! It's your turn to wash the dishes today!”

"I'm sorry, Saburo nii-chan! I forgot!"

- Will help you on your homework even if you don't ask him for it. He's very reliable, so if you did need help, you'll always ask him for it. Surprisingly, he's happy to help you, and you bond with him every time you study together.

- You admire how smart he is, and you're always complimenting him on his high grades (and his hacking skills). This makes him realise how much he wants to keep getting better for you, so you could look up to him more than Jiro. After all, Saburo's the smart one, and your role model should be smart too.

He giggles to himself as he is finally given his test papers back to him, knowing he has full marks yet again. "I've got to show this to Ichi-nii and (Y/N)! They'll be so proud."

- Saburo doesn't have that many friends, so he's always appreciative of you that you'll accompany him around town to do errands or something mundane like that.

"Saburo nii-chan, let's go to the arcade today!"

"Eh, alright. Is there something you want to win?"

"Yes, that plushie over there!"

"Alright, here goes...!"

He actually ends up getting the plushie you want to your surprise.

- Cares a lot about you. Is always happy to see you come out of school as he picks you up. Asks about your day, and is always listening to you on whatever you have to say.

- If you want a piece of his lunch, he’ll immediately say no though. He’ll just buy you your own lunch.

- Is probably the brother that doesn't hug you as much or show too much affection. However, if you're deeply upset about something, he'll hug you without hesitation. And if he's extremely worried about you, and hasn't seen you all day, he will run up to you for a tight hug, then flick your head hard.

- Yet he won't say no if you want a piggyback from him. So most of the affection comes from your side.

- When it's time to go to bed, he acts like the annoying brother. He opens the door to your room, stare at you for a bit before leaving the door open.

"Saburo nii-chan! Close the door!"

"Nah."

- He's just joking though, so he ends up coming back to close it. He'll say goodnight to you and you'll say it back.

- Even when the two of you are close in age, you still call him 'nii-chan'. He finds it cute, and he hopes you won't stop calling him your big brother.

- Your big brother that you admire and respect despite his annoyingness. You can trust him with a lot of things and you appreciate how he is always willing to help you out.

Ultimately, you love your three older brothers very much, and you can never live without them.

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[ayyy-pee]

Chapter 7 - 50-50 Grind

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Pairing:Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: We get into the mind of Choso and find that his cool, calm demeanor may be nothing more than an illusion when it comes to reader.

Warning: Smut, Oral Sex (reader receiving), Oral Sex (reader giving), Choso being super sweet, Choso being super nasty, Cumshot, Oral Cumshot, Cum Swallowing, Very Slight Cumplay (Choso), Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Vaginal Fingering, Handjob

Suguru Art: YuOekk

Choso Art: @DmD_0_03

A/N: Chileeee THE WRITER'S BLOCK THE WRITER'S BLOCK!!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! I hope everyone had an amazing (and safe) new year! In 2023, I'm going to try not to lie so much about when I'll be updating so instead, I just won't say anything! DLFKJSDKF

Enjoy the new year and this new chapter!

The sounds of cash registers beeping and patrons conversing amongst themselves fills the air. It’s busy this afternoon in the supermarket. It’s a good thing. Choso enjoys company, enjoys the normalcy of simply shopping for groceries. He doesn’t get the opportunity to do it much during competition season and he doesn’t particularly mind the hustle and bustle. Even though he draws attention to himself with his face tattoos and tired eyes, he finds comfort in being around people.

Choso glances down at his phone, the way too long shopping list nearly making his eyes cross as he reads through. You’re coming over for dinner with Choso and his brothers tomorrow night and apparently everything on this list is absolutely essential (according to Yuji). He grabs a few carrots as listed from the vegetable display, tucking them away into a bag before placing them in the basket hanging from his arm. He moves on to look at the herbs noted on his phone. He’s not exactly sure what all of these ingredients will become. He’s not the one cooking dinner– Yuji is. 

He’d volunteered out of sheer excitement. 

“Choso’s bringing someone home?! That never happens,” Yuji teases. He’s stretched out on the floor in the living room as he reads through a manga.

“Will you ever just call me big brother?” Choso sulks on the couch. “It hurts my feelings when you just call me by my name.”

Yuji ignores him. “What’s she like?!”

“Really sweet. Pretty too. Like, really pretty. She photographs for a skate magazine. That’s how we met.”

“Wow! She seems so cool.”

“She is.”

“I’m so excited! Oh! I’m gonna cook! I’ve been wanting to try this new recipe out.”

Choso smiles, thinking about you. He thinks you’re beautiful, smart, funny and talented. Your photos surprise him whenever you let him get a peek. How can you make a simple trick he’s seen done hundreds of times look different and better every time? You’re passionate. He likes that about you. A lot.

The only thing about you that Choso dislikes is the dead weight attached to you named Suguru Geto. He tries really hard not to let it bother him, but he doesn’t get it. At first, he didn’t mind so much. When you’d told him about your little “situationship” with Suguru, that didn’t matter to him. He’s never been the jealous type anyway. But the more Choso got to know you, the more Suguru’s presence in your life began to irk him. 

How was he to know he’d end up feeling this way? He had no idea of knowing how serious he’d become about you. Or how quickly he’d become serious about you. He figured you’d come to your senses sooner or later, see who the better choice was. But Suguru was still sticking around like an annoying rash you couldn’t get rid of. 

But he won’t get into that with Yuji right now.

“She’s great. I’m excited for you all to meet her. Hopefully everyone is on their best behavior,” Choso murmurs, face serious.

The slight warning in Choso’s tone makes Yuji sit up. “Hey! Eso’s the asshole. Worry about him. Me and Kechizu will be sooooo nice.”

Choso nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “Okay, good. I’m really nervous so that’s good to hear.”

Choso was glad Yuji volunteered to cook since he loves doing it so much. Otherwise, he’d be ordering takeout. Kechizu talks too much and spits when he speaks, so he was banned from cooking a long time ago. Eso sweats so much, Choso fears he’s eaten the strange smelly goop that forms on his back at some point in time. He was banned, too. Choso can’t cook to save his life, so he sticks to making money, ordering food and keeping a roof over everyone’s head. It’s only when Yuji came to live with them, that the brothers had experienced a real home cooked meal.

It was delicious. And while Choso doesn’t insist Yuji makes dinner often, Yuji enjoys doing so. Choso appreciates that his baby brother uses his cooking skills as a way to bring the family together when time permits.

He sighs as his eyes scan over the items in the shopping basket. He’s almost finished, which is a relief to him. He wants to get back home to clean up for tomorrow. He hopes the dinner goes well, that you like his brothers and that his brothers like you.

After grabbing the last ingredient on the list, Choso waits in the checkout line to pay. He wonders what you’re doing. You’ve been busy since the last time he saw you. Today, you had plans so he would actually have to wait until tomorrow to see you. 

Didn’t mean he couldn’t call you, though.

He pulls his phone from his pants, dials your number and lets it ring. You answer on the fourth.

“Hey,” you answer sweetly. He can hear the familiar sound of wheels skidding and slamming against the pavement. You must be out shooting.

“Hey, babe. I was just calling to talk for a minute. I’m at the store right now getting stuff for tomorrow. Wanted to see what you’re up to.”

There’s some rustling on your end and then it’s quiet for a bit. Choso waits patiently. You’re probably trying to get away from the ruckus.

“Sorry, it was a little loud,” you tell him. “I just finished up a shoot at one of the parks. Packing up and then I’m going to grab lunch with Suguru.”

Choso ignores the tightness in his chest from hearing his name. “Oh. Sounds fun.”

“Yeah, but I’m so tired. I’ve been out all morning so I won’t be out too long. I’ll probably go straight home after.”

“With him?” Choso blurts out before he can stop himself. He closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose because he probably sounds so fucking pathetic now. Worrying about you going home with a man you were seeing long before you’d met him; a man who you were open and honest about still having feelings for, still seeing. A man Choso said it was okay for you to continue seeing while you got to know each other. 

Even so, he can’t help the nagging feeling of jealousy.

“No? Just me…” You’re quiet for a moment before you ask, “Are you okay?” He can hear you zipping your bags. You’ll be leaving the park soon...with Suguru. He doesn’t want to ruin your time out with friends and…him. Well, he does want to ruin your time out with friends and him, but Choso likes to think he’s a little more mature than that. So he does what any mature jealous person does – He lies.

“I’m fine. Why do you ask?”

The cashier waves Choso forward and he sets his basket on to the checkout belt.

“You just never really ask about Suguru…I was just wondering if you’re alright.”

Choso hardly asks about Suguru because he doesn’t want to hear about Suguru. Although at some point in time he told you he was willing to wait for you to come to your senses, he sometimes wonders if you ever will.

Choso enjoys going with the flow. He’s chill, avoids drama the best he can. He’s laid back. But that doesn’t make him an idiot. He knows your history with Suguru. And he gets it…sort of. A year is a long time to have your feelings toyed with. To be dragged along for the ride, constantly pulled close only to be pushed away. 

From what Choso knows, it was less about building a relationship with you and all about the sex for Suguru. But for you…you wanted so much more from him and he didn’t want to give that to you. At least, not until Choso entered the picture. It seemed suddenly the asshole had finally opened his eyes and realized how good you were. That, or he was trying to keep you from realizing you deserved better than him. Choso would bet on the latter.

Because how could Suguru have not seen it in the first place? How could he have not chosen to give you more when you’d asked the first time?

Choso thinks Suguru’s a fucking idiot, an actual monkey.

Actually, Choso’s pretty sure a monkey is smarter than Suguru at this point. Of course, he doesn’t voice this to you. You’ve got history with Suguru, no matter how shitty. He’s still the new guy in your life and he likes you a lot. He doesn’t want to ruin anything.

But fuck, he wishes you’d open your eyes to how much of a piece of shit Suguru is.

It’s easy enough for Choso to give Suguru zero energy when they’re in the same area together. It’s not like they had much communication with each other before, if any. Now it seemed Choso couldn’t escape him.

“Choso?”

“Sir?”

The cashier’s voice and yours pull him back to the present at the same time. The cashier points to the screen, the total waiting to be paid.

“I’m sorry,” he says quickly to both you and the cashier. “Um, I have to go, baby. Text me later?”

“Sure. I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Cool, uh…have fun.”

He ends the call, pocketing his phone and taking his wallet out so he can pay and get out of the way. He takes his receipt from the cashier before grabbing the bag of groceries and exiting the store.

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The next evening finds Choso frantically setting up the table for dinner. You’d be here at any moment and he wants the place to look perfect. Unfortunately, Eso and Kechizu got called into work so it would only be you, Choso and Yuji for dinner. Probably for the best. He loves his brothers, but they can be a bit much all at once. Better not to get Eso worked up anyway. The entire house would smell.

Choso’s got a bouquet of roses in a new vase in the center of the table. Yuji’s idea. He’s not sure when or how his little brother became such a romantic, but he’s grateful for any tips.

Choso doesn’t date much, doesn’t have time for it. It’s not that he’s not interested in finding someone, but his lifestyle keeps him so busy, it’s hard to find someone understanding enough to tolerate it. And then he met you. You work in his field (sort of) and you’re just as busy if not more. You understand that travel is a part of his job and there will be times when he’s unavailable. You’re patient when he’s unavailable for long periods of time. You’re what he wants in a partner in all honesty.

Yuji brings the food over and begins plating the two plates sitting next to each other. He’s so fancy in his little apron; like a real chef. Choso wonders if he gets his love and talent for cooking from his side of the family. Probably, since Choso and all of his brothers can’t cook.

The doorbell rings indicating your arrival.

“Oh, she’s here!” He exclaims, rushing back to the kitchen to put the pans away as Choso heads to the door. He swings the door open, unable to stop the wide smile that spreads across his face when he sees you. 

Damn, he missed you. 

You’re standing there, all smiles too, in a cute little dress that hugs you in all the right places. You look incredible. It gets the usual reaction from Choso that he has to go above and beyond to hide any time he’s around you – a subtle, persistent throbbing between his legs. It takes a lot for him not to blatantly stare.

Instead, he leans down and presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Hey babe,” he greets you, lacing his fingers through yours and pulling you inside.

“Hey,” you say back, gifting Choso with a shy smile.

“You look great.”

“Thank you.”

Choso’s lips are on yours as soon as the door shuts, arms looping around your waist to pull you closer. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him forward to deepen the kiss. You open your mouth to him and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue past your teeth and press the soft muscle against yours. You both stand in the entryway, lips slotting against each other, Choso’s hands gliding up and down your back as he holds you close. When you moan softly into his mouth, that throbbing between his legs grows and he reluctantly breaks the kiss.

You peer up at him through your lashes, so fucking pretty it only makes the throbbing grow almost painful. So he turns away from you if only to calm himself down. It’s always like this with you. It feels like someone is playing a cruel and twisted joke on him, because he told you he had no issue waiting for sex. And he doesn’t. But fuck, you always look so good, smell so sweet. It’s hard for him to not want to break his little rule.

Choso takes a deep breath before his hand finds yours again, leading you into the apartment.

“It smells great in here,” you comment. “I’m so excited to meet your brothers.”

“Just brother. Eso and Kechizu had to work unfortunately, but Yuji is here,” Choso explains. “He actually cooked tonight.”

“Really?! Can’t wait to try it!”

When you get to the dining area, Choso pulls your seat out for you so you can sit down. It’s only as Yuji emerges from the kitchen that Choso notices the third placemat and dining set is now missing. Yuji beams when he sees you, coming to sit in the seat across from you.

“Hi! I’m Yuji.”

You introduce yourself to Yuji as well, smiling when Yuji proceeds to tell you how much Choso talks about you and how happy he looks lately. He showers you with compliments on your looks and Choso wonders where the hell all this charm came from. Certainly not from Choso’s side of the family. 

“Thank you, Yuji. You’re so sweet. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name. Your brother talks about you all the time.”

Yuji rolls his eyes, feigning annoyance. “He’s just a little obsessed.”

You laugh, because you’d agree. Choso loves his brothers more than anything in this world. It’s obvious. But it’s adorable. Something you really like about him.

“He just really cares about you. That’s all.”

“You’re not eating with us?” Choso asks suddenly, probably sounding a lot more disappointed about it than he intended.

Yuji smiles sadly. “Sorry, big bro. Nobara and Fushiguro invited me out while I was cooking. I didn’t want to say anything before but…” he looks between you and Choso. “If I had to choose between third wheeling with my friends or you two, I’m gonna choose them.”

Choso doesn’t miss how Yuji just so happens to use the nickname he’s always begging his little brother to call him. It’s his weak spot and Yuji knows it, knows he’ll get away with anything as long as he calls Choso his big bro. 

Choso nods. “Have fun. Don’t stay out too late or I’ll send Eso to get you.”

Yuji scowls, muttering about how embarrassing Eso is before he stands. His expression shifts into a grin and he claps his hands together. “I really put my all into this dinner so I hope you both enjoy! Eat it while it’s hot! It was nice meeting you.”

“You, too, Yuji. Have fun with your friends.”

The front door closes shortly after. Choso sighs, taking your hand in his.

“I’m sorry,” he frowns. “I said you’d meet my brothers and all plans fell through.”

You reach a hand forward and cup Choso’s face, your thumb gently caressing over the tattooed line on that side. “Choso, it’s okay. As long as I get to spend time with you, I don’t mind.”

Choso beams, leaning forward to press a quick kiss to your lips. “You’re too good to me.”

You shake your head. “You’re too good to me.”

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Dinner goes well. The food is spectacular. Choso can’t wait to tell Yuji how much you enjoyed the food. You and Choso in deep discussion while washing dishes together about the third Cheetah Girls movie and why it’s your least favorite, save for a few songs. It’s oddly domestic. He has many opinions on the breakup of the group, but promises to save that discussion for later. 

Choso talks about his competitions, you congratulating him on how well he’s been doing. It makes his cheeks burn red with embarrassment and happiness all at the same time. He offers to show you his trophies once you’re finished cleaning up and you happily accept the invitation. 

After drying the last dish, Choso leads you to his bedroom to show you some of his favorite competition wins. They line the built-in wall shelves. Choso grabs the trophy he’d won at the televised event where he’d essentially confessed to you on live tv from the shelf. 

You take a seat on the edge of Choso’s bed, as he wanders over with it. He watches as you bring your arms above your head, stretching your back and Choso has to turn his gaze away from you briefly. You make the most mundane actions look so enticing and it drives him crazy how much he wants you. He wants more than just kisses, more than just holding hands.

Choso clears his throat before he turns his gaze back to you and holds the trophy up. “I think this one’s my favorite,” he tells you. “For obvious reasons.”

You smile bashfully. “I think that’s my favorite, too.”

He places the trophy back in its spot before he crosses the room again and sits next to you on his bed, leaning back to prop himself up on his elbows. You place your hand on Choso’s thigh, patting lightly and his bodily response is immediate, the earlier throbbing now making its presence known again. Choso sits up quickly, clearing his throat.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks and you nod, closing the distance with an “of course” before your lips are on his. The hand on his thigh runs gently along the length of his quad, making his breaths come a little more rapidly with each kiss. Choso’s large hand comes up to grip the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. It’s hungry, all tongue and soft sighs into each other's mouths as your lips caress.

When you finally pull away, Choso finds himself chasing your lips with a quiet whimper. 

“Thank you so much for dinner, Choso. Everything was great and I had a really good time,” you tell him.

Choso leans forward, presses his forehead to yours. “You sound like you’re about to head out.”

“I don’t want to overstay my welcome,” you whisper and there’s a hint of sadness in your voice.

“Baby,” he mutters softly. “You could never.” He ghosts his lips over yours, placing soft pecks to the corners of your mouth. “Stay as long as you want. I like having you here.”

“Choso…” you breathe against him, the hand on his thigh squeezing gently. “If I stay…” 

He trails kisses along your jaw, featherlight, so soft you can barely feel it. And yet, your chest rises and falls rapidly with each breath. “If you stay?”

You sigh, pulling back. You’re no doubt trying to change the subject with some excuse to run out of here. “I’m just really tired. Prepping for this shoot has been draining the shit out of me. Tonight has been amazing. I just don’t want to bring the mood down with how stressed I am.”

Choso hums, nodding, eyes now fixed on the spot where your hand rests. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

The pause is long as he awaits your answer, the heat of your hand radiating through the fabric of Choso’s pants and making the throbbing between his legs even worse, if possible. You watch Choso closely, eyes following where his dark orbs are focused on.

“I don’t know…” you mutter softly, fingers lightly squeezing Choso’s thigh. He bites back the low groan threatening to escape. His gaze drifts up to your glossed lips. 

“Well, how do you usually relieve stress?” Choso asks, the heat quickly pooling in his center as your hand coasts along his thigh.

You give him a knowing look, biting down on your bottom lip. He understands.

“I have an idea,” He responds quietly, shifting on the bed.

“What’s your idea?”

He wants to kiss you again, feel your mouth against his. He always wants to kiss you. Ever since he met you, it’s been all he’s done. Of course Choso wants to do more with you. He fantasizes about it. But he told you he’d wait for you to make a choice first. He didn’t want to make you feel like he only wanted sex from you, the way he made you feel.

But, while sex isn’t the only thing he wants, he does want it. When he sees the tip of your pink tongue dart out to swipe across your bottom lip, he can only hope you’re both thinking the same thing.

“I want you,” he blurts out, unable to hold back his honesty.

“Choso…” you sigh his name and it only makes him want you more. “ I want you, too.”

“I know I said there’s no rush for sex, but it doesn’t mean we can’t do other things.”

You bite your lip again, eyes searching Choso’s. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, but for purely selfish reasons if I’m being honest.”

You cock your head to the side in confusion.

“Making you feel good will make me feel good,” he explains.

You nod, giving Choso the green light. “Okay.” 

He scoots back to lay on his bed, pulling you along with him. “Come here, baby,” he coaxes as he lays down on his back. His hands find your hips, positioning you so that you’re straddling his chest.

“Closer,” Choso says, his thumbs tracing circles on your hips.

“Okay,” you murmur, scooting forward until your plush thighs are on either side of his head. His hands slide down your hips, to the hem of your dress that’s already ridden up enough that Choso can catch a peek of your panties.

“Can I?” He asks, pinching the hem of the fabric between his fingers.

“Yes, Choso,” you pant in anticipation.

He peels your dress up, getting a full view of your core. Your panties hug your pussy so nicely, a small wet spot from your arousal forming right in the center. Choso wants nothing more than to bury his face between your legs, have you crying out his name over and over, give you everything you want and more. But instead he turns his head to the side and presses a tender kiss to the inside of one of your thighs, then turns his head to do the same to the other. The sound of your breath hitching in your throat makes Choso pause.

“Is this okay?”

You nod, your hand coming down to comb your fingers through his hair. It makes him shiver, makes his cock stiffen further. “It’s fine. I’m fine, Choso. Make me feel good.”

Fuck, the reassurance only makes him harder, lets him know he doesn’t need to hold back anymore. But he still nods, wraps his arms around your lush thighs, squeezing softly. 

He kisses your thighs again, trailing soft touches all the way up to your center, leaving a soft peck directly to that dark little wet spot. He chuckles when you roll your hips forward at the contact, then he trails soft kisses back down your other thigh. 

“You’re so pretty like this, baby,” he kisses your center again. “All for me,” he mutters against your undergarments.

Choso pulls back, eyes locked to that sweet spot spreading along the fabric of your panties when he whispers a soft, “Let me take care of you,” and then he’s pulling you down by your thighs, meeting you halfway to latch his hot mouth directly onto your clothed pussy. 

A mixture of your moans and Choso’s fill the room, the vibrations shooting straight to your clit. You gasp, rolling your hips forward to grind yourself against Choso’s face, a soft moan rushing past your lips. He lets you ride his tongue, his saliva soaking through the fabric. You taste incredible and he hasn’t even truly experienced you yet. 

“Oh my god,” you whine before Choso halts your movements with his hands. He runs his tongue over your panties, long and slow, his hips bucking into the air when the fingers in his hair tighten into a fist, your other hand finding purchase on his headboard. He presses his nose into the center of your panties and inhales deeply, eyes rolling to the back of his head when your sweet aroma fills his senses.

“Fuck, I bet this pussy tastes so good without this in the way.”

You whimper above Choso as he hooks a finger into your panties and pulls them to the side, groaning softly when he finally gets a good look at your cunt, glistening with the mixture of your slick and his saliva. It’s prettier than he could’ve ever imagined. He wants a taste.

His free hand squeezes your thigh lightly just as Choso pushes his tongue between your folds and runs a hot, languid lick up your core. He feels your body shudder above him, his own body following when he finally gets a full taste of you. He gives your clit a small lick before pulling it into his mouth, sucking lightly, unable to keep his hips from thrusting up again when you gasp above him. He moans, the vibration leaving you panting.

“Shit! So good, Choso, that’s so good.”

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, voice muffled as he buries his face in your cunt again, licking and sucking your clit until you’re grinding your own hips down on him.

“Yes, yes, yes! Don’t stop.”

He groans, hands squeezing your thighs to spread them further open for him. His tongue grazes your clit, swirling around the sensitive bud over and over until you’re a whimpering mess above him. You taste better than he could’ve ever imagined – saccharinely sweet. He pulls you forward, your hips bucking when his tongue slips into your entrance. He can feel your walls clench in response, groaning when your knees tighten on each side of his head. 

The grip in his hair loosens, your other arm shooting up to grab hold of the headboard with both hands to keep from falling over. Choso thrusts his tongue into your hole, moaning when he feels you moving your hips on your own, fucking yourself on his mouth. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," you cry out.

Choso pulls out of your hole, moving his mouth to wrap his soft lips around your clit again, sucking hard. 

"Oh, Choso," you mewl, the new sensation making your grip on the headboard loosen, falling forward onto your hands. The new position gives Choso much better access, his hands letting go of your thighs to cup your ass. With one hand, he spreads one of your cheeks. With the other, he easily slips two fingers into your sopping hole.

“Fuuuuuck,” Choso moans into your cunt when he feels your tight pussy clench down on his fingers. He loves making you feel good, having you moaning and whining but, goddamn, he’s so hard, he’s thrusting into the air, trying and failing to find any sort of friction. It’s torturous. He can feel his erection, painful and sticky in his pants. He’ll definitely have to take care of himself after you’re gone.

Choso curls his fingers, smirking when he feels your thighs immediately begin to quiver around his head.

“You close?” He asks before pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit just as he curls his digits inside you again. 

You don’t even get a chance to answer him, your hands tugging his sheets as they ball into fists. The only sounds that can be heard are your hushed moans that grow gradually louder as you grind your hips down against Choso’s face along with the lewd slurping of Choso’s mouth as he laps up your release. You’re coming undone, walls clenching around his fingers, as your body spasms with your orgasm.

And Choso waits, pumping his fingers into you and gently licking through your folds until he finally feels you relax above him. He pulls his digits out of you, placing a soft kiss to your swollen cunt before he pulls your panties back into place and helps you scoot down his torso until you’re seated on his groin. 

You’re watching him close, chest rising and falling as you try to catch your breath, pupils blown with desire. Choso brings his fingers up to his face, spreading and closing them like a pair of scissors, watching the sticky strings of your slick spread between them. His eyes stay locked with yours as he opens his mouth and slides his fingers in, wrapping his lips around them and sucking them clean. He lets them go with a loud pop.

“You taste fucking amazing,” he groans, his hips coming up to grind against your ass.

Your head cocks to the side when you feel his hardness against you. “Looks like you need someone to make you feel good, too.” You suggest, leaning forward to place sweet kisses down Choso’s cheek, his neck and chest. You kiss all the way down his abs and the fire in Choso’s belly grows as you get closer to your destination. 

He watches as you slip your hands into the waistband of his pants and pull them off. He moans when you lean forward and press those pretty fucking lips to his throbbing, clothed cock and it’s involuntary, the way his hips come up on reflex. 

He groans quietly, watching your lips curl up in a small smirk. You already know the effect you have on him without doing much at all. Minx.

Your eyes lock with Choso’s, hands finding the waistband of his boxers right before you press another hot and tender kiss to his core, Choso’s back arching at the contact.

“Fuck.” 

Keep doing that and he’s going to cum in his pants. At this moment he wouldn’t mind. It would be a welcome relief. He’d just have to hope you’d understand if it came to that. You’re just so sexy; a seductress when you want to be. How could he not blow his load when he’s got the perfect view of you right now settled between his legs? Face down, ass up in the air, back arched so he can see those beautiful round cheeks of yours. He kind of regrets opting for not going all the way tonight because he’d love to feel that little pussy contract around his dick like it just did on his tongue not that long ago.

The thought makes his cock jump within the confines of his underwear.

Gaze still glued to Choso’s, you tug lightly at the waistband of his boxers before your soft voice asks, “Can I?”

He doesn’t think about it for a second.

“Do whatever you want,” he tilts his hips up, letting you slide his boxers off for him. “It’s yours, baby.”

His cock springs free with a loud smack against his lower belly. It’s long, thick, with a large vein running right up the underside until it reaches the angry red tip. The entire length is sticky, precum slathered over it. You settle yourself between his legs again as you take in the sight of him exposed to you.

“I want to make you feel good, too.”

You take his length into your mouth before he can argue, your lips closing around the head. “Ah– shit,” Choso grunts, bringing a hand up to the back of your head. From here, Choso thinks he has the perfect view of you. It turns him on beyond measure and he jerks his hips forward, shoving his cock further into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. “Sorry, fuck. I’m sorry.” He moans, pulling out of your mouth.

You shake your head, waving off his concern. “It’s okay, Choso. I like it.”

You’re back on his dick, humming when Choso fills the cavern of your mouth, the vibrations making him shiver. His hand finds the back of your head again, Choso rolling his hips up so he can shove his cock down your throat again, over and over. And you take it so good, relaxing your throat for him so it’s easy. 

“Your mouth feels amazing,” Choso grunts, pumping into you. The sound of his balls slapping against your chin makes his eyes roll back, a pleasure shooting straight up his spine.

It feels so fucking good. Too fucking good.

Yeah, he’s not going to last very long here.

You release his dick, running your tongue along that vein on the underside of his cock, pulling a string of curses from Choso. You lick from the base of his length all the way to the tip, teasing the slit of his cock with your tongue, lapping up the bead of precum that sits there. 

"Fuck!"

You kiss down the length of his dick, bringing your attention to his balls, running your tongue right between the two orbs before bringing one into your mouth and sucking. Your hand wraps around Choso’s length, stroking him up and down.

A liquid heat pools in Choso’s core, the threat of his orgasm quickly approaching. He doesn’t want to cum yet. He’s been wanting this for a long time, to be intimate in more ways than just kissing and cuddling. It feels way too good. He wants to savor this. But damn, if you keep going like this–

You wrap your lips around Choso’s cock, taking his entire length in your mouth in one motion. The sudden tight warmth makes Choso’s back arch, has his hands flying to the back of your head to hold you in place.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Don’t move, baby,” he pants, holding your face to his groin so he can fuck your throat. And then you open your throat for him, relaxing for just a moment before you constrict around his cock and the sensation that shoots through Choso’s dick makes him pull you back. You let go with an obnoxious pop as Choso grabs the base of his dick.

He can’t stave it off, not when he sees your swollen lips, your tear stained cheeks, the line of drool dangling from your chin.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t. I’m–I’m gonna cum,” he warns.

You lean forward, opening your mouth, tongue hanging out in invitation. “Give it to me, Choso. I want your cum, baby. Gimme all of it.”

God, you’re so fucking sexy.

He feels his balls tighten, feels the rush in the palm of his hand as he pumps his cock, his free  hand coming to hold the back of your head in position before thick, hot spurts of his cum shoot from the tip and paint your tongue white with his seed.

“Oh god,” he groans through gritted teeth. He keeps pumping, watching as you quickly put your tongue back in your mouth and swallow before you stick it back out for him. It’s so much cum and you take it all, swallowing without him even asking you to. Even wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking so you don’t waste a drop. 

“You’re so good to me,” Choso whispers when he’s finally emptied his load on your tongue.  Breaths coming rapidly, he watches you climb along the length of his body until you’re face to face. He can smell his release on your breath, and then he’s tasting it when you press an open mouthed kiss to his lips, moaning when he tastes the mixture of his release and yours on his tongue.

“Thank you,” you say after breaking the kiss. “I feel a lot better now.”

Choso chuckles, running his hands along your spine. “Good. Me, too.”

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You’re both sitting in the bath Choso has run for you, Choso positioned behind you as he gently lathers your shoulders. You’ll be heading home after this, but Choso wanted to treat you to more relaxation before you left. He also wanted an excuse to spend more time with you because the next time he’d see you would likely be the photoshoot. And as exciting as that was, he had a nagging feeling things would be tense.

“In all seriousness, how are you feeling now?” Choso asks, gently splashing water over your shoulders to rinse the soap off. Your hands swirl the bubbles around in the bath.

“Better. Still a little stressed, but that’s to be expected with everything that goes into prepping for these shoots. Then there’s you and Suguru…”

You cut yourself off.

“What about us?”

“I’m just worried how it’ll go with you both there.”

Choso nods in understanding. He quietly mulls over his thoughts. 

“You and Suguru haven’t really been around each other for long periods of time before. These shoots take hours and I just don’t want things to be weird between you two.”

“Did you have this talk with Suguru, too?” He questions, curiously. He should really be the one you're worried.

You nod, leaning back against Choso’s chest. “Of course. He’s the one I’m most worried about causing a scene…That was why we went to lunch together the other day –  to talk about this. He’s really not good with his emotions, but he promised to behave. Said he’s working on accepting that he’s not my only priority anymore.”

Choso chuckles, placing a light kiss to the back of your neck. “Oh? Who else has your attention? Should I be jealous?”

You laugh lightly. “Please. You don’t strike me as the jealous type.”

‘You don’t know me very well, then,’ Choso thinks.

The fact that Suguru gets even a crumb of your undeserved attention drives Choso insane. You’re a toy to him, something for him to keep in his back pocket when he’s bored and needs something to preoccupy his time. He’s not sure how you don’t see it. You’ve mistaken familiarity and comfort with love. It makes sense after suffering through Suguru’s antics for so long. 

All this time, Choso’s been passive, playing the long game while Suguru makes an ass of himself time and time again, hoping you’ll see him for the piece of shit he is. But nothing changes. Choso watches and waits, just going with the flow until you finally come to your senses and make the right choice – him. But nothing changes.

Choso leans down, burying his nose in your hair before he places a sweet kiss to your temple.

He won’t sit back anymore.

In this moment of relaxation before everything goes to shit, Choso wraps his arms around you and he decides it’s time to fight.

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Hi Hi! Idk how I ended up here lol (maybe through Bard’s page?? idk) anyway! I see that you’re writing for Osomatsu San right now! Would I be able to request your headcanons on every matsu comforting their crying significant other? Pleeeeease? lol I love the comfy stuff

First post back from writers block/burn out, I know some aren’t as long as others and I’m sorry it’s not consistent but I love the idea!

Osomatsu

For a little bit after you start crying he’s stunned, he’s not sure what to do. He’s comforted his brothers before but they’re his brothers, you’re a whole different person that he hasn’t learnt his whole life to comfort.

He’ll pay your back first then offer an awkward hug that turns into cuddling and crying into him with him rubbing the back of your hair and saying how you’ll be ok, kissing your head every now and then.

If you don’t want to be physically touched he’ll just tell you it’ll be okay and that he’ll listen if you need to talk, just constant sweet talking and he’ll throw in a little flirting or joking around if he feels like it’ll make you feel better.

He’ll even offer his beer or to eat instant ramen with him, he might even ‘force’ (ask) his mother to make him and you something, to which she would say yes and comfort you as much as she could and as she’s raised 6 kids at the same time, she’s pretty good at it.

He’ll offer you sex, half-joking, but if you take him up on his offer he’d be delighted to help, whether that means fast and rough or slow and sweet. He’d totally even be willing to get none of the pleasure himself because he wants to make you feel good (and he’s a pervert), you deserve it after all.

Karamatsu

He’s read up on this a LOT before so he can understand and comfort his future partner. He loves you and asks before every little thing he does, if you want ANYTHING he’ll run all over Tokyo as fast as he can to get it for you. If his brothers are around he’ll either boss them into doing things for you or he’ll threaten them to stay as far away as possible so you can be in piece.

Affection needed? He’s ready, he’ll do anything to make you happy, even if it’s (not shaming anyone) kissing your feet. He’s ready, cuddles are elite and he’s petting you everywhere he knows you like, kisses galore and touching places he knows makes you giddy. At one point he thinks about tickling you to see you laugh but he decides against it after thinking for a minute.

For gifts and acts of service, he’ll go ALL over Tokyo, fuck, even Japan if he has to, all to make you happy. If he can’t afford he WILL beg, steal and take what he needs to. He will empty everyone he knows bank account, or maybe just hatabou’s cuz he’s rich.

You want words of affirmation? He’s got it, words sweeter than ever before come out of his mouth, comforting and reassuring you until his vocal cords stop working and still then he’ll write it all down. He won’t joke around until he knows you feel good enough, so he will test the waters, every now and then with little jokes before unleashing his attack of humour to make you laugh.

Quality time, no problemo. He’s sitting and laying and standing around, just being with you, if you don’t want to talk he won’t, he’ll give you tissues, water, a plush, ice cream and just sit with you. He isn’t used to not talking for so long but he will anything for his karamatsu angel.

Choromatsu

Worst one of all of them, but he’s trying his best. He will pat your back and say “it’s not that serious, you’ll be okay.” Please get mad at him… he isn’t hurt by it for the most part, he’s used to a lot worse by his brothers.

Eventually he’ll learn and get better but at the start he’s grossly bad for someone who reads romance manga on the daily. He might try things he sees there, affection and tissues/water but after a while he’ll honestly just sit next to you and stare into space. He’s perplexed.

If you ask him about getting something or doing something for you, he will be a dork and salute, immediately getting up to help. He might put on some idol shows on tv or try and distract you by putting together a figurine with you. Choromatsu would offer a beer or sake to cheer you up, since it always makes him feel better (even though that’s unhealthy). Some more of his ideas include forcing Totty to search up ways to help, making his brothers embarrass themselves to make you laugh or running around doing things for you (which they will do in the hope you might like them too because you were able to fall for Choromatsu, but they won’t make it that obvious). Cuddles are a thing choromatsu has always been hesitant about, meaning he has to be insanely vulnerable, but he’ll throw away all vain the second he sees you upset.

Ichimatsu

Panics but keeps it on the inside so you wont stress more. He decides to treat you the same way he treats cats, only knowing how to cheer them up. So he’ll buy you food or get it from his cupboards and pet your head. He’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear while giving your head a massage (which he’s surprisingly good at) making sure to focus behind your ears and the top of your head. Ichimatsu loves getting kisses but he’s not too confident on giving them so he won’t kiss your lips for his own comfort but he will kiss everywhere else, up your arms, your neck, your face, your head, everywhere else however if you ask him directly he will buck up and give you a small kiss on the lips, followed by more as he gets more confident. Orders his brothers around if you need something since he’s giving you affection at the moment.

Sends out a cat signal(idk) and gets all the little fluffy bois in the area to come and cuddle up! (As a chubby girl myself) He WILL put you on his lap for cuddles, he doesn’t care about weight at all whether you’re underweight, average or overweight. He wants to hold his kitten no matter what. If you end up eating something he’ll physically feed you like a baby, feeling very protective.

Jyushimatsu

Cat eyes, thinking face. Stays like that for a few second then runs around grabbing everything he can think of. Blankets, pillows, stuffed animals, water, tissues, a baseball, snacks and one of his hoodies. He brings it all and offers them, setting up a calm little area and wiping your tears with his sleeves, finding it more intimate than tissues.

Jyushimatsu sings a little song while laying you back on his chest and rubbing your back. He’s very used to comforting Ichimatsu so if you don’t want to be held he’ll know exactly how to help, he might even ask ichimatsu to help him get a cuddly cat for you. Wiggles his arms and and does the water trick too, but if you don’t respond he’ll stop immediately. Sits next to you and writes a love letter, detailed with all his feelings for you, he puts it in an envelope, seals it and hands it to you like you couldn’t see the whole thing being made, he’s VERY bashful about it too. Jyushi will also make you drink water to rehydrate and whisper meow over and over again in a sing song voice because he knows it helps Ichimatsu so surely it’ll help you right? Just need a distraction? He’ll talk about baseball for hours, the history, his favourite players, the rules and how to play it.

Todomatsu

Best equipped to handle it, doesn’t go about it well. Todomatsu doesn’t, in fact, use his phone. He feels it would be gross to use his phone when his partner needs comfort, and he panics wanting them to know he loves them more than life itself but not knowing how. He pulls you into a tight hug, telling you it’s going to be okay and that he loves you. Todomatsu will run his hand up and down your back while the other one is in your hair massaging the back of your head. He will push away his feelings of discomfort for a second to grab his phone, putting on soft music to help you relax, including a playlist he made especially for when he got a partner and he needed to comfort them. If Totty even sees a glimpse of a brother in the corner of his eye, they will be gone as soon as possible to make you feel safer and calmer. He hums along while he tries to make you fall asleep in his arms, I’m all honesty Todomatsu will do ANYTHING for his partner, he won’t let you go a single day feeling sad or bad because he truly adores you more than anything in the whole universe.

#fanfic #fanfiction #osomatsu matsuno #osomatsu san #osomatsu #karamatsu #choromatsu #ichimatsu #jyushimatsu #todomatsu #karamatsu matsuno #choromatsu Matsuno #ichimatsu matsuno #jyushimatsu matsuno #todomatsu matsuno #todomatsu x reader #Osomatsu x reader #karamatsu x reader #choromatsu x reader #ichimatsu x reader #jyushimatsu x reader #Osomatsu fanfic

[sixthwater]

Hi! This was a requested topic from a follower quite a bit ago, but due to some life restrictions I was unable to get to it until now. You may ask 'why are people attracted to me', but I asked what your attractive qualities are in general

(Left → Right / Pile 1 → Pile 4)

Decks Used: Tarot of the Divine, Archetype Oracle, Traditional Manga Tarot, Arcana of Astrology Oracle, believe in your own magic Oracle

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Pile One

Personality: Ace of Swords Rx, II of Wands Rx, Seeker (Shadow)

There’s a bit of fogginess present which makes me think of how people with Piscean energy tend to space out or get caught in their thoughts. It’s not a confused energy, but it’s how your brain is working so much, having an active imagination or very present thought process. The Two of Wands can stand for messy plans but it’s really not that I’m getting chaos or being unprepared, it’s more like an active energy, very excited and bouncy but it’s not loud like a fire sign. Also now that I’m realizing, I already forgot to get your archetype so how fitting. Aaannndd you would not believe it: Seeker in the shadow trait which says, “Inability to commit to a path once found”. It reminds me of Mutable energy overall, if I want to be specific then Gemini, but it’s the idea that there are a lot of neat and interesting things out there and you just don’t want to miss it. Due to this, you have a lot of facets that have been unlocked and you’re a very interesting person to talk to. You can be approached by a lot of people because you take interest in a lot of things. Now promising that you’ll be present, or you won’t be distracted mid conversation? That’s hard to say, but you can hold people’s attention, or have very intriguing ones because they don’t just die out. I like the art on the the Two of Wands because that’s what it feels like quite literally in your mind sometimes. You want to go in both directions at once, like you wish you could split up and then reconvene and share the stories between your ‘two experiences’ afterwards. Really strong Gemini Moon vibes but really it’s still just Mutable overall. Honestly some Aquarian / Air energy overall because there’s a feeling of being a ditz on the surface but you are very complex and intelligence underneath, there’s just some difficulty in taking all your thoughts and making a coherent or cohesive sentence with all of it. Regardless, everything in the world seems fun to you, and sometimes this can lead to a bit of decision paralysis because everything seems so tantalizing, but this tends to draw people in.

Physically: King of Wands Rx, IX of Wands Rx, Temperance Rx, Chiron, Eris

Interesting and Fun! You know how they always talk about how you can spot an Aquarius placement from a mile away? That’s you. There’s a chameleon? Lizard? There’s a reptile sitting on the King’s shoulders, the guy in the Nine of Wands is decked out in feathers, and Temperance is reversed. Whatever you choose to go out in, you wear it loud and proud. There’s a three different ways this is coming out. For the first group; there’s specific jewelery you like to wear or you like tattoos or piercings/jewelry that isn’t subtle. So, according to societal standards: septum piercings, full sleeve or back tattoos, gauge earrings — stuff like that. On the flip side it can also be a cherished necklace or accessory that you’re always seen with regardless of wardrobe, or you happen to dye your hair a lot (or your chosen colors are very striking). For the second group, you make sure you stand out, but in a more subtle way. It’s like everything that’s put together for the outfit is chosen very carefully, but in a muted sense. So you still fit in with the colors of the season, you’re not being brazen, but you make sure you can catch people’s eyes with the way you fit into the outfit or that when the outfit all comes together, it’s a statement or it’s definitely A Look for the gram (the type to dress up decently for a late night snack run). For the third and last group, it could simply just be that you’re a minority in your community. So someone black growing up in a community that’s mainly white, which will make you stand out. From the amount of intense rock songs that started to play as I got to this part, I’m thinking the majority of you will resonate with the first section, or eventually want to shift your style to that. Regardless, you are someone who wants to be known for you, it’s not really about being different, but you don’t like watering yourself down to being accepted by others. Which I think is so interesting because with these messages we have two Conflicting ass asteroids: Chiron and Eris. I believe you have to have some dreamy or bright eyes, or a bright smile. There’s also the feeling that when people see you presenting yourself as authentically as you please, it gives them some comfort that it’s not as embarrassing or as bad as it might be? Like they’ll stick out like a sore thumb and people will mock them for it like they’re cringe or something, but that’s not the case. So you help soothe other people’s worries even if they don’t actively tell you. I’m really getting the eye or smile feeling though. Like when you interact with others it’s really contrasting to the intense nature of your looks. Eris backs it up though that like, you do have an intensity about you at the same time. It’s not intimidating but it’s more like. You are who you are and no one can take that from you. Which is really neat. The girl in Temperance and Chiron really back up the energy felt within the first section though that there’s this somewhat soft and explorative energy to be sought within you. There’s also a chance of having a generational planet within your first house as strangers might sense some familiarity within you even though there...won’t actually be any.

What Do Strangers Find Attractive About You: Lavender — Surround Yourself With Love

Exactly!!! I think it’s quite obvious that you don’t associate with people that make you feel less than. You’re not one to quickly judge others and you give everyone a bit of a chance, but if people don’t extend the same openness and warmth to you then it’s over. Like I said, you’re quite sure of yourself and you don’t waste your time on people who want you to abide by their rules if it means abandoning parts of yourself. Iconic as the kids say.

Also! So many reversed cards, it’s like an active ‘I’m standing out I’m gonna be me’ statement it’s really cute!

Songs: Born For This – The Score, Big Yellow Taxi – Counting Crows, Beautiful Bride – Flyleaf, F**K You – Sleeping With Sirens

Pile Two

Personality: VI of Wands Rx, VIII of Pentacles, Child: Magical

A quiet hard worker. Someone who is okay with blending into the background and let’s their work speak for itself. It’s crazy how in sync all of these cards are because the princess in the Eight of Pentacles is sworn to silence until she is able to finish making the sweaters required or the curse will never be lifted (despite the toll it’s taking), the warrior in the Six of Wands is being rewarded for stepping from under her father’s light and making a name for her own (but it’s reversed), and the magical card talks about being enduring and always seeing the light within the most mundane and even in the worst of times. Being able to see the good end despite what’s happening. You are someone who is very co-operative with others, and I’m getting a strong sense of loyalty. It’s not undying, nor is it foolish, but it’s like...you don’t feel the need to always be the star of the show. Strong Virgo energy, that’s all that’s coming through. Also a very quiet pile as well. It’s a feeling of what you have you always share with others. There is a lack of ego, but it’s not concerning? You are a hard-worker and you always make sure whatever you’re putting your effort towards (relationships, projects, hobbits, etc) turns out polished and full of love, but you don’t need to be praised for it because it’s expected in your eyes. Considering that this is what’s attractive, you are really appreciated by those that know you. They realize that you’re a catch and no one puts in the work like you do. Especially unprompted. I keep glancing back at the princess crying in the Eight of Coins and the only thing is that you raise other people up while you— ah yes the song that’s playing. You support and raise others up but you shy or run away from the same thing, or you shrug it off as if you don’t need it. So people tend to see you as someone very strong and indomitable but you are still human so please be vulnerable so they can send that love right back when you need it. I also kept fighting the urge to go back and Actively work on Pile One, since I usually just go and make final changes once I’m done the entire thing, so please don’t be afraid to take up space or soak up the limelight guys.

Physically: The Devil, X of Swords Rx, Aquarius, Neptune

A lot of things are coming in so some might resonate or it might not. A good lot of you might have chosen this pile because the cards are very excited to talk, but I also think that you guys just don’t get the chance (choose) to vent a lot. So immediately I get the feeling that you might have a visible scar or birthmark. Doesn’t have to be big but it’s a ‘cute little quirk’ or defining feature. There’s something with the back that people or someone really likes regardless of the other messages I’m trying to talk about with this card because I keep coming back to physical traits. Those little angel wing tattoos? That people get on their backs are coming up as well. Anyway, you’re not how you appear is the second main message. Some might look at you like you’re a fallen angel (I always think of a back-stabbed angel with this card for some reason) who could solve all of their problems. Like you’re really innocent, but of course as we know your personality isn’t necessarily like that. It’s a calm muted energy but you’re not just an innocent dating sim NPC. You can come off as tantalizing to some people, or like it’s addicting to be around you (as in you have a fun energy), but I mainly get the feeling that you mirror people. In a way that you match whatever vibe is being thrown at you. Again, you really fall into the background by choice most times, so matching the energy levels would make sense because it’s along the process of making sure others are comfortable. There’s a feeling of containment, especially with expression, but sometimes your authenticity can come through. It could be that you maybe decorate your bag or desk with little objects of your liking so people can pick up on your personality, but I feel like it’s more tiny slip-ups.

What Do Strangers Find Attractive About You: Grey – Endings are Inevitable

You’re a realistic person. You’re the friend who helps ground others but not in a pessimistic sense. It’s more like; yes it’s going to rain, and it’s going to be cloudy for a couple of days, but then the sun comes out and then we get to go for a walk again. People like that you can balance coming off as practical while still being a sweetie and idealistic. This is such strong Sixth house energy it’s kind of crazy. There is a high chance that many people come to you for advice, or see you as somewhat wise—someone who has a lot of resources saved or has a lot of life experience. I will say that maybe this energy is currently happening because young forever started playing as I got this song so I hope you guys treat yourself kindly throughout this process.

Songs: Nesshoku Starmine – Roselia, This Day – Jingle Jangle (The Musical), Calm Me Down – American Authors, Life In Color – OneRepublic, Young Forever – Nicki Minaj

Pile Three

Personality: The Lovers Rx, V of Swords Rx, Midas / Miser

Oh no a goofy pile. Before I explain that, I immediately got independence and knowing when to walk away from disputes or a difficult situation. You use your wit, charm, and knowledge to avoid getting yourself into situations like those of the Five of Swords. The downside of this is that you don’t seem the most open or friendly? To be fair, when people think of ‘friendly’ they think of customer service friendly and chatty. You are quite smooth and flexible—you know how to work a crowd or your ‘audience’ when you need to and then you usually go into hiding right afterward. It’s funny because to strangers it’s like ‘ooo this person is strong and independent they don’t need anyone’ and you know how that draws people in, because they want to be the one person that you bend to. However from your end you’re just quite literally kind of introverted. You don’t really need to always be around people, if you’re around people then cool, if you aren’t then cool. You don’t feel strongly one way or the other, it kind of depends on the day lmao. So you probably have your Sun opposing your ASC, or strong energy in your Tenth that’s blocking out your personal planets or more muted placements that displays how you truly come across. People take delight in speaking to you or hearing your ideas because you’re ingenius and also just really funny? Quite literally if you look at the Midas / Miser card that’s how you come off. In public or when you’re flexing your abilities, you come off as the blonde (?) one. When you’re able to retreat you immediately start acting like the guy at the bottom haha. Also. Slime by Danny Gonzalez immediately started playing when I pulled your cards and if you’re not familiar, it’s a song poking fun at how adult youtubers who make very specific content for children have to navigate their lives offline which...was way too on the nose for this.

Physically: Page of Wands, King of Wands, Lunar Eclipse, First House

Oh you’re lying!!!! I was thinking about this when looking at The Lovers card but I always think of interracial couples because it’s represented by Beauty and the Beast, so with it reversed I was thinking “oh they’re probably conventionally attractive but that doesn’t really matter right now” but apparently it did!!! I guess so because I brought up the ASC up there but whatever!!! With the First House yeah I feel like either a Venusian or Scorpio Rising? I also keep thinking of Sagittarius thanks to these Wands but I’m putting that on pause and saying Jupiter/Venus in first. Venusians are usually the rising signs that people see as conventionally attractive, not because they are, but because of how they carry themselves and interact with others, there’s less of a push back on them. Scorpio Risings have that previous impression of “oh you’re not talking therefore you are alluring”, and people just enjoy the jovial energy of a Sagittarius rising. There’s just something about the way you present yourself that draws people in. I’m not really getting the way you dress with this pile, it’s more about the way you carry yourself. The Lunar Eclipse is definitely giving me this ASC-Opposition feeling. It doesn’t have to be the sun, but a very important planet (chart ruler or the moon) is being masked by your rising. It’s giving me strong Seventh house vibes though because that always deals with the “omg I didn’t know you were like that” “I literally said this five days ago” frustrated feeling. I think people enjoy getting to know you though because it’s refreshing? You seem very routine-based to them so when they get to see you act outside of that it’s very exciting? Now these wands...lost my mind. One part of it is that I think people enjoy seeing you grow. You’re never halting your progress and you always like to expand your knowledge or ‘business’ (idk why I keep using business as an example///). However for others, you just have a very light-hearted and free-spirited energy and a very good song came on for this! You’re never too bothered about appearances yeah. Both court cards look very extravagant but when you look closer it’s just kind of...it’s just some fabric. You might also have an ‘unsual’ pet. It’s not exotic or anything but it’s not someone’s first choice so think like ferret, birds, snakes, etc. Due to that, it’s not a forgettable quality.

What Do Strangers Find Attractive About You: Castle – It’s Time for Healing, Not War

You give good advice. You’re a little different from Pile Two in regards to this. People already seek you out for your charisma, but this is an unexpected element in the interaction. During conversations and interactions, you throw in little examples of your experiences and people begin to realize there’s a lot more to you. I think that’s why people enjoy when you peel back a bit of those layers because it’s a nice change. People seek you out for a lot more than the usual, because you have more to give than just your regular brand, whatever it might be. They enjoy just. Talking to you to be honest. I’m not sure how many realize this, but you’re not a perfect person. You are not an angel here to spread whatever gospel every other person is always trying to preach as if they’ve never done anything bad in their life, which is really nice to interact with from time to time. Also I don’t know why I want to say this but you can be a little blunt at times too, which can be funny.

Songs: Slime – Danny Gonzalez, Kyouran Hey Kids!! – THE ORAL CIGARETTES, Blowback – The Killers, smiling when i die – Sasha Alex Sloan, Nobody’s Home – Avril Lavigne, Tongue Tied – Grouplove, Spectrum – Florence + The Machine

Pile Four

Personality: X of Wands Rx, Knight of Wands, Knight

So interestingly enough, I was almost immediately denied access to get your cards, but obviously I’m here so I was let in, and then I get all these cards as well as your first song lmao. So quite the dramatic change. Your pile has such a light-hearted energy. I want to say pile because I. Feel like the authenticity is a bit protected right now lol. So for right now, the pile is giving off some fun and light-hearted energy. It feels like playing pretend, like if you look between the two knight cards (ironically), it reminds me of kids laying down their rules and making up their world and someone is going to go save the princess. There’s an romanticism of love movies and scenarios—it’s a very pure and cute energy. It’s not soft though, it’s very loud and brash almost. Your pile doesn’t like dealing with pessimism, or I should say they don’t believe that life or love has to be hard and heavy or deep. Not in an immature way, but like you can have a happy and breezy time while still be undying and intense like the way media always tries to talk about love. There’s a reckless side of your pile too that can be quite obnoxious. I always take this Knight of Wands card to be a bit loud and a sign of someone not knowing when to shut up because of it’s story haha. It’s also an energy of someone who isn’t afraid to go against the grain and be themselves. I feel like people are expecting the prim and polished personality and appearance of the first card, but what they get for life is the second knight card. Both are cute but the second one is just a lot more to handle when it’s unexpected, however both are true to who you are. Giving big Leo energy.

Physically: IX of Wands Rx, X of Pentacles Rx, Full Moon, Gemini

I’m not taking it for your song, but Dangerously In Love by Beyonce is playing right now. I think you really captivate people by your dualistic nature, but at the same time you don’t...it’s a bit difficult to explain. So there are different sides to you, but they’re both authentic. You’re not putting up a front, it’s just that sometimes one is more prominent than the other or you’re just feeling that mood more than the other. It’s not something you really hide either, like if you pay attention to conversations or details, it’s very clear that both the prim and proper knight as well as the rowdy knight are both you, and that bleeds over into your appearance as well. It’s weird because I need to interpret this Ten of Pentacles in both ways. The Nine of Wands just completely stands for you not really caring about appearances. Fully. It’s not something that you really give much thought unless you’re kinda forced to, which brings us to our Ten. On some days, you are looking Extravagant very put together 10/10. It could be that your outfit fits your style and look perfectly, or it’s for an event, etc. However sometimes there will be a few things out of place or maybe it’s like a bit messy—feels like those like ‘messy bun’ hairstyles? Due to the influence of this Nine of Wands. Then on other days you just go back to be completely natural full on sweatpants no attempt at wardrobe—complete contrast to what people are imagining in their head. I don’t know why I get the sense that people don’t immediately meet you first before they get to know you lol. However the way you can just jump from both ends of the spectrum at random moments and still look pretty good is really impressive to people.

What Do Strangers Find Attractive About You: Escapist – Come Home to Yourself

Yup! You have a great imagination and you don’t stress the practicality of it all. I don’t really get that you avoid things too much, even though this card does warn of it, but this is one of your strengths. You enjoy having a good time, and you encourage those around you to de-stress and just do something they enjoy every once in a while (or thrice in a while, fuck it). People are drawn in by that charismatic nature you have quite easily. I’m going to sound annoying, but I think just being careful balancing Fifth and Sixth house energies (so hobbies in contrast to stuff like daily chores) will give you a pretty strong mindset.

Songs: DOLLA SIGN SLIME (feat. Megan Thee Stallion) – Lil Nas X, Just Around the Riverbend – Pocahontas (Movie), Alive – Krewella, I’m Like a Lawyer with the Way I’m Always Trying to Get You Off (Me & You) – Fall Out Boy

#pick a card #pick a card reading #pac #tarot #tarot reading #tarotblr #mysticalcreations

[rodricksfilipinagf]

Academia AU Pt.1 (Eris Vanserra x Reader)

After another successful, though exhausting class taught, I clutch my Stanley cup and take it off my desk, eager to make it to the English department meeting. I hoped the meeting would be over soon so that I could make it back to my apartment to read my latest romance novel I checked out from the library. 

As an English professor at Prythian University, my personal interests tend to creep into my curriculum, and I like it that way! I want my students to love reading, and the best way to do that is to get them to read something they’ll be interested in. Something they’ll relate to. Something they’d read already without me getting involved. 

I recently included manga in my curriculum after my brief stint working with kids. My all-time favorite student absolutely loved Naruto. Like, devoured the mangas because he loved the anime. Little kids and university students aren’t that different- intrinsic motivation is the key to reaching them. 

As I reach closer to the room the meeting will be held in, I unscrew my Stanley cup and take a sip. 

“Well, well, well,” a familiar voice drawls, and I almost spit out my water. On him. Although…I might really love that, it might actually make him unfairly hotter. With his bright red hair, amber eyes, and the gorgeous planes of his face, he didn’t need me splashing water onto his white button down, revealing probably ripped abs. Eris Vanserra, the worst English professor at this university. 

It’s not that he’s bad at teaching, although that would be an enormous plus and give me another reason to hate him. He’s actually a huge hardass when it comes to assignments and grading. What’s most infuriating about him is his inability to recognize that what I do matters just as much as what he does. 

“Drag yourself away from lecturing about childrens’ books?” he asks. “You are aware that this is a university, not an elementary school.” Fuck him. Fuck him, fuck him, fuck him. 

“As if children’s literature isn’t a recognized genre,” I say.

“Just admit it. You just want to go easy on your students. Coddle them and give them easy A’s so they’ll like you,” he says. 

My mouth drops open at that insulting remark. How dare he? “What would you have me do? Assign them stuff I know they hate so they won’t read it at all?”

He rolls his eyes. “Ever heard of giving them a poor grade? It’s how they learn not to do that.”

“I’m surprised you still have enough students to fill a class,” I retort. 

“Because my students take their education seriously, unlike yours. Yours wouldn’t last a week in mine.” With that, he breezes into the room, not bothering to talk to anyone else. Why would he? With his father being the Chair of the English Department, he has no reason to schmooze. 

Speaking of, his father, Beron, takes the podium. I quickly find a seat near the front, far, far away from Eris. 

“Welcome, Prythian University English Department. It is with the utmost despondency that I announce my upcoming retirement. Next semester, I will no longer be Chair of the English Department. I’m growing old, and I want to spend my next years away from academia after my many years serving this university. That being said, one of you will be replacing me. I hope the next generation will continue the legacy of this great university,” Beron says. 

I think it over. This is a leadership position, which all my life I’ve always craved. I’d love to get this job. I would still teach my students but also get to impact the curriculum that gets taught here. I have my Romance Novels, Children’s Literature, and my one class dedicated to manga and graphic novels, as well as Creative Writing classes in Poetry, Fiction, and Nonfiction. I could make sure that these classes stay at the university, and that there’s more like them in the future. Not only that, I could make sure that we get advanced playwriting and screenwriting classes, as well as more funding for the more fun and creative classes. 

After Beron goes over all the requirements for the position, the meeting disperses. I gather up my stuff and leave. Unfortunately as soon as I leave the room I run smack into Eris.

“Don’t even think about it, bunny,” he says, tweaking one of my ears. “The position’s mine.”

“Fuck off,” I say. “I deserve this way more than you do.”

“And why’s that?” he raises an eyebrow. 

“Cause you’re tired. Boring. And stale. Oh sorry, I meant what you teach,” I say, suppressing a smile. 

“And in thousands of years, no one will care what you teach,” he says. “Even now what you’re doing’s a waste of time. So why don’t you throw in the towel now so you don’t get hurt.”

“The only one who will get hurt is you when you don’t get the chair position,” I say.

“Oh,” he breathes. “Is that so, bunny?” Before I could react, he backs me into the wall. “You really think what I teach holds no value?”

“I didn’t say no value,” I protest.

“Uh-uh, don’t go back on it,” he wheedles, pressing me into the wall. “You said tired. Boring, and stale, was it? And what do you think is so much better? Those romance novels you teach?”

I let out a breath. “I didn’t know you kept such tabs on my curriculum.”

He chuckles. “How can I not keep track of everything that’s wasting university money that should go to me?”

The sheer arrogance of him. “Sounds like you’re obsessed with me.”

He smirks. “As if you’re not obsessed with me, darling.”

“Fuck. You.”

“Don’t you wish you would,” he whispers. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.” He runs a thumb over my cheek. “It’s not from one of your romance novels, but you look pretty flustered to me,” he comments. 

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from blushing further. “Fuck off,” I say. Even I’m not immune to a fucking Shakespeare quote, but did he seriously think I was dumb enough not to recognize it?  “I have to plan what I’m going to say to the English department heads to convince them to choose me to be the next chair.”

His eyes darken. “Including my father.”

I snort. “So? I’m not going to give up just because your father might give it to you out of nepotism.”

“You really don’t know my father, do you?” he asks. 

“No,” I admit. “But I know my stuff. So watch out.”

“Oh I will, bunny,” he assures me, his eyes running the length of my body. “I will.”

#eris x reader #eris vanserra #eris acotar #eris vanserra x reader #eris vanserra acotar #eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra fic #acotar fic #acotar fanfiction #acotar #eris x y/n #eris x you

[titekuboisgross]

My theory on why IR didn’t happen…

I used to be an active IchiRuki fan. I no longer am. I did have a dream about tumblr the other day tho and when I was on here that’s 90% of what I posted about. After the manga ended I ended up deleting my account. I was not only done with Bleach but anime in general. I have not watched or read Bleach since it ended. Which is nearly a decade. So my arguments won’t be as solid as they used to be when I could literally recite that series like a souther Baptist preacher can recite the Bible lol. But while I’m here (as I just made a temporary account to look at things for nostalgia’s sake) I have decided I want to post my ultimate theory as why IchiRuki didn’t happen.

So, first and foremost I want to mention I am not liberal, why do I mention my politics? Because I am about to say some things that I’m sure I’ll get attacked for by people claiming I’m just a crazy liberal. But I am actually a moderate that leans conservative, a rare thing for tumblr I know. I don’t make accusations of sexism lightly. I don’t just willy nilly call people sexist because I don’t like them. But I do think some people are sexist. Sexism is real and it’s a prevalent problem in Japan. And I think Kubo may be a misogynist.

And before you start rage typing at your keyboards please hear me out. This isn’t my theory, it’s actually my brothers who is even more on the conservative spectrum than I am. He REALLY doesn’t make claims like this lightly, but I really think he’s onto something. He said basically he believes if Kubo is telling the truth that he never intended on IchiRuki and always planned Ichihime that it’s likely because he’s sexist. Rukia is Ichigos equal, she’s smart, strong, and she stands up to Ichigo and tells him off when he needs to be told off. Orihime is I’m sorry Orihime fans, but she’s dumb, ditsy, airheaded, and most importantly submissive.

In Japan traditionally submissive women were looked upon as ideal. Obviously I know that things have changed with modern times and it’s gotten a lot better. But echos of Japans former sexist past still is present within their modern society. As are echos of our former sexist past. As a student of anthropology I can tell you women are just f**ked in most societies. While the “tiger mom” stereotype is very real do not let that fool you. The ideal TRADITIONAL wife in Japan is still very much one who is submissive to her husband. This is why Rukia could never be Ichigos lover. She was not submissive enough.

Anyway, this is my brothers theory and I think he may be onto something. I used to think, we ALL used to think Kubo was foreshadowing IchiRuki, but maybe he wasn’t? Maybe he really is just that much of a talentless hack. I mean was any of Bleach even any good besides the first two arcs? After the Soul Society arc that entire franchise became a shitshow. And IchiRuki wasn’t the only thing he foreshadowed that never amounted to anything. See this is what I mean where my arguments won’t be as strong because I haven’t read the series in years, but I know y’all know what I mean. There’s a tone of shit in Bleach that he introduced that never got brought up again. So much lore that was never developed and in the rare cases when it was it never made any sense. So maybe he is just talentless.

I used to think he intentionally gave Bleach a shit ending because he was fired. If you remember Naruto ended a year prior and Shonen Jump used the popular Naruto pairings kids to make a sequel series to milk the franchise. I always wondered if Kubo knew no one gave a shit about IchiHime and that it would be impossible to make a sequel with IchiHime kids. So he sacrificed his series so his enemies couldn’t prosper off it. That’s what I used to think he did. But I’ve since changed my mind. I was giving that man FAR too much credit. I don’t think he’s that clever to think to do that. I think he’s kinda stupid tbh. Sorry but I do. Anyway. This is all I’m posting. I again just made this account because I wanted to say hi to an old mutual I was shocked to see was still around. You can reply but I’m not gonna debate y’all like I used to. I’m over that shit now. My opinion stands and you can’t change it. Like it or hate it it’s my opinion and I’m entitled to it. If you’ve gotten this far and read all my post I hope you have a lovely day!

Edit: I forgot to add that before you say “well Kubo can’t be sexist because he creates strong female characters” THINK AGAIN! I love Quintin Tarantino but the man has said very misogynistic things in the past including that he thought a minor girl could consent. And he literally created the most badass female characters of all time. Some of my favorite female characters. Beatrix Kiddo and O-Ren-Ishi. Yes men who create strong female characters can be sexist. Never underestimate a man’s ability to demean a woman smfh

Anyway I am serious this is just a throwaway account I made so this is my only post so it’s also my goodbye post so,

#ichiruki

[ecargmura]

My New Boss Is Goofy Episode 7 Review - And They Were Roommates

Before I start the review, I want to let you know something about the rest of this show’s episodes. Dan Ichikawa, the author of this story, left a note on their Twitter page about how the show already caught up to the manga, so starting this episode forth will be anime original content. I never read the manga, so I’m not too sure how many more chapters of original content there are, but this entire episode is actually anime original. I hope this can ease your confusion, if you had any. Now, onto the review.

Oh gosh, they are roommates now. I think this is the most peaceful I’ve seen Momose throughout the show. He really did need that new change in environment to heal once and for all. He won’t change instantly and he’s still fidgety every now and then, but I can see a huge improvement compared to previous episodes. The dynamic between Momose and Shirosaki have become more domestic now that they’ve become roommates. There’s this intimacy between them that is there, but they probably don’t know about it. They seriously do behave as if they just started dating; maybe they’ll skip over the dating and head straight to marriage towards the end of the show. Heck, they could probably get accidentally married too!

I’m glad that Momose finally opened up and told Shirosaki about his time at his previous workplace. Some of my readers commented on my review of the previous episode that workplace harassment is all too common in Japan; in fact, one of them did say that having your boss show up at your doorstep is common in the Japanese work force! That’s so scary! I’m glad that Momose finally took a step forward and quit his job. Had he continued working there, he’d probably die from overwork and stress. I was a bit nervous when Momose headed back to his previous residence, but I’m glad that nothing bad happened and it was just him overthinking and Shirosaki coming to check up on him.

Shirosaki’s goofiness is as adorable as always, but it’s funny how living with Shirosaki has now affected Momose in a way too. The part where Shirosaki was washing rice and then wondering how much cups he used is practically me! One time, I was washing rice and then after washing, I was like ‘Did I put in enough sweet rice’ and pondered about it as the rice started cooking. Also, the part where Shirosaki was trying to get the wrap unpeeled is relatable. That has happened to me with wrap and tape; in fact, in regards to tape, it has happened to me earlier this week. I was trying to return some items, but the post office didn’t have free tape, so I had to buy some. When I tried using tape, it took me a few minutes to try and find where the tape end was and it took another few minutes for me to get it unraveled. Why do transparent things have to be hard to get out?

Maybe it’s because Hakutou has only been seen interacting with Shirosaki, but I think that he took an instant liking to Momose the moment he moved in. Compared to how it took an entire episode for Hakutou to warm up to Shirosaki, it only took a day for Hakutou to be spoiled by Momose. Maybe it’s because of the time the cat spent with his owner that got Hakutou warmed up to humans, but given that the cat is such a tsundere, I would assume he’d have a hard time getting used to other people too. I’m glad that’s not the case, because Momose does seem like the type of person animals would love due to his gentle aura. I think it’s super cute how Hakutou likes Momose so much that he’d give him his treasures so easily. Both men are now Hakutou’s dads. It’s an irreversible contract now.

Kinjou and Aoyama are still their adorable selves. Kinjou is all super jealous that Momose and Shirosaki are living together while Aoyama is bummed out that he has a house built for two people but no one wants to move in with him. Despite Aoyama’s neediness, I do like that Aoyama is still considerate as he told Shirosaki to go home as he knew Momose would be waiting. He’s such a nice guy; when will he hook up with Kinjou?

It was nice learning about Shirosaki too. He has an older brother who used to live with him but now lives abroad and his family are rice farmers. That’s so cool to know! I hope to learn more about Momose too! Do you think Momose will stay with Shirosaki longer than he intends? Also, the plot twist with the ghost reaching out to use shampoo was so unexpected! I didn’t expect the ghost to be as silly as Shirosaki too! What are your thoughts about this episode overall?

#my new boss is goofy #atarashii joushi wa do tennen #Yusei shirosaki #kentaro momose #hakutou #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

[izumi-fanclub]

A3! Event Story Translation “Ah, My Dearly Beloved” [ Chapter 2 ]

After reading a stimulating book, Azami goes to room 103 for consultance.

Azami

Phew…

…Alright, get to reading already.

Manga

“What a woman——!”

“Lady Fujitsubo, won’t you reciprocate my love?”

“Oh, but I mustn't…”

Azami

T-t-this is too inappropriate!!!!!

I can’t believe I’m reading such a shameless book! This HAS to all be exaggeration, just for the fun of it…!

Sigh… guess I’ll just have to read the original…

Azami

*Knocks and enters*

Gah…

Chikage

This would mark the second time I’ve seen that face.

Azami

Didn’t think you’d be here…

Itaru

Senpai, doesn’t he look like he hates you more than usual? Did you do something?

Chikage

Oh, but I haven’t a clue.

Itaru

Yeah, that face is giving you away.

Azami

…Itaru-san, are you free right now? There’s just this small assignment I’m struggling on…

Chikage

You’re better off asking Tsumugi with old Japanese literature.

Azami

Aight, but won’t Tsumugi-san be a little late today——.

Wait, how the hell did you know it was about Japanese lit!?

Chikage

When I caught a glimpse of you at the bookstore, I saw you holding a book with a cover that looked like a historical one.

Besides, you reacted when “The Tale of Genji” was brought up, so I figured…

Azami

What’s with my luck today…

Chikage

That’s the part where you should be praising my amazing deduction skills.

Azami

You just get more unbearable by the second.

Itaru

Let’s see, you have an assignment on “The Tale of Genji” and you want me to bless you with my guidance, right?

Azami

Not sure ‘bout that last part, but you pretty much got it.

I got told in class to read the first part by the end of the month, we have to submit a written report by then.

I can’t handle romance stories so I thought I’d cheat a little and know the context by reading a manga.

The story… was a bit…

Itaru

Gotcha. Must’ve been overstimulating for you.

Chikage

Well, pictures would leave more of an impact since they’re easy to understand.

Itaru

I don’t mind, but there’s a lotta kanji in “The Tale of Genji” that I don’t recognize, I’m not good at that wordy stuff…

I’m more of a STEM kinda guy.

Tsumugi’s good at HUMSS subjects, but he’s preoccupied with his side gig for a while…

Azami

S’that so…

Itaru

…

Azami

…

Chikage

Too bad, classics aren’t my strong suit.

Azami

Even if it was, I’d eat my fist before I ask you.

Itaru

I mean, I’ve read through it before, I can teach you some of it.

I just finished this event, how does right now sound?

Azami

Sorry for the bother, and thanks.

*Knocking is heard from the door*

Chikage

Didn’t know it’d be crowded during visiting hours today.

Azuma

You’re invited for a drink after all, you would have known about the visit.

We’ve got some VIPs coming, so you should say hello too, Azami.

Azami

VIP…?

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[honeybleed]

a week away ⋆ kishibe rohan

read part one

synopsis: bizarre going ons whilst rohan navigates his complicated feelings about you on a trip he was vehemently against in the first place.

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, canonverse, reader is an editor for shueisha, set around thus spoke kishibe rohan (2006) so rohan is twenty seven, reader insert but there are some oc’s, unhealthy relationship dynamics, miscommunication, sort of love triangle, emotionally constipated dumbasses, no smut but kinda suggestive towards the end

authors note: if you get slightly confused, the reader will be purposely left out of the whole jojo lore of arrows and stands so that’s why i won’t get into the full detail of it however us as jojo fans and the canon characters understand it i guess ☠️

word count: 4.6k

As you stood underneath the shower head and let the hot water pour on your skin and wetten your hair, you thumped your head hard against the tiles.

As much as you enjoyed whatever that was back there with Rohan, you knew things weren't going to be simple.

You had an inkling he would go back to being an emotionally constipated jackass sooner or later.

But at the end of the day, that shouldn't be your problem.

You can't control his behaviour. Thoughts mulled in your head as you faced downwards.

Your train of thought came to a halt when you noticed something scurry around in your peripherals. You could've sworn something scuttled out of the drain.

As fear crawled up your spine and made adrenaline rush you tried to rush away but you slipped and collided with such force, the bottles of product on the tub clattered.

It disappeared, leaving you humiliated.

Pain shot through you as you let out an anguished noise and clambered to stand up.

The door immediately swung open and you met with Rohan’s enraged face.

"Why are you making such a commotion?!" Rohan snapped. Your eyes locked as you were stark naked, stood on the rim of the bathtub.

"Something came out of the drain, I swear Rohan! I’m not making it up!" You babbled, words clashing together.

"What? Was it a spider?" He asked, unimpressed as he took a few steps further to get a good look at the drain. He peered at the tub, blinking.

Waiting for something.

Much to no avail. He narrowed his eyes at you.

"I am NOT lying!" You barked.

"I didn't say you were." He responded, swiftly.

He yanked a towel from the rack and passed it to you, which you reached out for a little meekly, mortified at how ridiculous you looked.

Silence fell over the both of you.

"Aren’t you going to leave?" You said a little curtly. His lips were pressed together as he struggled to say what he wanted to say.

"...Are you hurt?" He finally asked, still not meeting your eye.

"I’m fine, I just slipped."

"Idiot." He muttered underneath his breath.

"Hey!"

"Be careful." He said, as he reached out a hand to help you up. You unwillingly grasped his hand.

You massaged your sore sides after you dried yourself and applied lotion. Looking for Rohan but he seemed to be absent from his bed.

You figured he’d be out on the deck again, it was pretty tranquil at night with the dark sky and soft sounds of waves lapping.

Surely enough, he was sat on the decking, legs outstretched.

You settled beside him, slightly wincing from the fall you’d taken back there.

“You’re sure you don’t need medical attention?” He asked, not looking at you.

“I’m fine.” You asserted.

“You are so stubborn.”

“Have you taken a look in the mirror yourself?” You hissed.

“I do. I’m rather fond of my reflection.” He snickered.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.” You responded “Rohan.”

“Yeah?”

“Would you have always been a manga author?”

“I can’t imagine being anything else.”

“I could.”

“Huh?”

“You’d be a cool creative director. Or fashion designer.”

“You flatter me.” He said with a snicker. “But no. It’s my calling.”

“That must be cool, to know what you’re meant for.”

“Why do you say that?” He questioned, furrowing his brows. “Do you not like being an editor?”

You let out a heavy sigh.

"I never wanted to be a manga editor. It just fell in my lap, I guess." You finally said. You were met with silence which you were grateful for.

"To say you are undeserving of this job, is an insult to yourself. You would have never been assigned to me if you were terrible.”

You blinked.

Well, it wasn't comforting advice but there was a hint of truth in his statement.

As abhorrent as Rohan’s personality could be, he was one of the greatest, renowned manga authors for a reason.

"It is never too late. Who knows? Ten years down the line you could be on a path you've always wanted. You’re unsure now, but it'll come to you one day."

"That was actually really sweet of you, Roban." You replied. "Thank you...I really needed that."

"Not a problem. I despise change and to go through another editor would be an extreme inconvenience."

You bit your tongue, and decided to pretend you hadn't heard it, then got up from where the two of you were sat.

"...I hope ten years you will still be a part of my life." You said, softly.

Rohan simply glanced at you, hand settled on his stomach.

He was sure it had been years since a single sentence from somebody had caused a fluttering sensation in his stomach.

"I’ll see you in the cabin if I’m still awake." You said as you began to head out. "Try do something that doesn't revolve around Pink Dark Boy, okay?"

"Can’t make any promises." He replied, a little dazed from the burst of butterflies from what you said.

-

You were slightly saddened the trip was coming to an end. As much as the events felt like an emotional rollercoaster, you still enjoyed just having a chance to breathe.

No deadlines. No early morning starts. No public transport. No more endless hours trapped in the office feeling as if your life was wasting away.

Of course your job wasn't the conventional office one.

Working for a prestigious and famous publishing company like Shueisha which was something most people would kill for was considered a privilege.

The talk after you and Rohan’s tryst lifted a burden from your shoulders.

Hope existed and like he said, you'd find your calling soon enough.

Something that would make all the depressing things about a job, worth it.

You were alone on the deck, on the nose of the grand cruise ship, overlooking the waters and the sunset.

You whipped your head around when you heard footsteps approach you, and turned to see none other than Ryosuke with a sheepish smile as he gave a shy wave.

Internally shrinking away because you felt a little bad for taking him for a ride when your mind was filled with another.

"This is going to be awkward." You muttered internally.

"Was looking all over the place for you." ryosuke said, a smile tugging on the corner his lips.

"Oh...is there something you need?" You questioned.

It sounded like he wanted to make a move on you and feigning ignorance was the only thing that you wanted to do.

Your heart was set on Rohan, anyways.

He cleared his throat.

"I’d really like to take you out on a date when we get back, if that's possible."

You blinked at him.

"I don't think I could let this chance pass. I barely see you as it is."

"Oh, Ryosuke. Believe me, I’m flattered but I can't-"

"It’s him, isn't it?" He interrupted you, catching you off guard.

"What?"

"Don’t play dumb with me. What? That bastard is a skirt chaser too?" He raged.

What was it with all the manga authors being such babies? You pinched your nose bridge.

"Even if it was Rohan, so?" You questioned. "I suggest you stop before this escalates and I don't talk to you again."

He gave a hollow laugh, turning away from you.

"You should've agreed."

"...What?" You blurted out, voice incredulous.

Suddenly you felt a force, not allowing you to move from where you were stood.

You struggled aimlessly for a few seconds, then whipped your head around to see Ryosuke with a fiendish smile on his face as his eyes darkened.

Nothing like the warm smile you were used to.

"I was only shot with the arrow to hurt Kishibe and anybody important to him but that stuck up bastard barely has loved ones in proximity to him...then you came along." He stated, circling you.

Your eyebrows pinched together, bewildered on the tangent he was going on.

"Hm, you seem clueless. Well I’ll tell you something. That feeling you had that somebody was watching you? It was my stand. I figured I’d play some mind tricks with you and send him a warning. His loss though, he thought you were crazy, didn't he?"

No.

He didn't think you were crazy.

Rohan is smart. He did what you do, and played dumb in an attempt to shield you from these peculiar happenings.

"What’s even the endgame, Ryosuke?" You asked, cautiously. Hoping you could talk him out of whatever he had planned.

"Rohan!" You called out as he stood on the deck, staring at the both of you. "Don’t come any closer!"

“For god’s sake woman, you’re like a foghorn!” He muttered as he made his way towards the two of you, undeterred by your panicked state.

"Watch out!" You cried out as you saw the exact same thing you saw in the tub heading straight towards the both of you.

He shoved you hard but still braced out his arms in a protective stance as his legs planted wide.

"Ugh, what was that for?-"

"HEAVEN'S DOOR!" He called out.

"I knew it! It was that bottom feeder mangaka!" Rohan yelled.

"Rohan." You said through gritted teeth. "This is not the time for a gotcha!"

Ryosuke cursed and yelled at the top of his lungs as he struggled, unable to move.

He fell onto the ground, hard. It was almost as if there was some sort of restraints on his legs and wrists even if it was invisible.

"Curse you, Kishibe. You-"

"Ryosuke, just...relax! Lets talk about it, okay...? It doesn't need to escalate like this. You said you knew I felt as if I was being watched, Right? How-"

"He has a stand, Y/N. Keep up, will you?" Rohan said, curtly.

You frowned and put your hands on your hips.

"Wow Rohan, I’m sure that'd be extremely helpful if I even knew what a stand is." You shot back.

Ryosuke gave up struggling and sighed.

"Since you want to know-"

"We don't." Rohan cut him off.

"We do! Shut up Rohan." You hissed.

"I’ll tell you the story."

1995 and I picked up an issue of Jump. Rave reviews about a series whose author was a mere sixteen years old! But his art style was on the level of a senior artist's.

1999. My own series was picked up. I was invited to a gathering held by Shueisha themselves and I couldn't be happier.

I could finally meet the boy who inspired me to start drawing.

"Soul Moon? Never heard of it. God awful title." Ne said, then turned on his heel and flounced off.

The way he turned his nose up at me. I’d never forget. First, my heart shattered. This was a man I’d idolised for years. It was a goal of mine to even meet him.

Secondly, I’d been so vulnerable with my work. I tapped into my deepest desires and thoughts and brought it into the plot. It was very intimate and as much as I knew that was a risk, I still took it.

It was more insulting from a manga author. A reader? Fine. An editor, that's their job! But a fellow manga author?

"Rohan, this is literally your fault!" You screeched, enraged you were dragged into this pissing contest. "You apologise right now!"

"I don't need his pity!" Ryosuke barked. "It was simply some context for you."

Rohan was unfazed by Ryosuke’s story, he simply cocked a brow with his familiar smug smile.

"You’re still laughing?! I guess that takes away any of the last qualms I had about offing you."

"Ryosuke! Yes, Rohan is a snob but that isn't a reason to murder somebody!" You screamed out, lost at why this was even a statement in the first place.

"Indulge me, Tsuchiya." Rohan said. "How would you, defenceless and immobile, go about murdering me?"

He took out a spare pen from his pocket, and crouched over Ryosuke.

You felt as if there was a heavy weight upon your tongue and your chest was so tight you were beginning to struggle with breathing as Rohan seemed to turn pages within Ryosuke’s face.

Ryosuke's unintelligible babbling and gut wrenching screams of terror were enough to send you into complete panic mode.

And the last thing you saw before you lost your balance and slumped against the railings was Rohan's eerie smile.

-

That was your first experience face-to-face with what Rohan called a stand, and you were given the misfortune of witnessing one as gory and psychologically scarring as Heaven’s Door.

You blearily opened your eyes to see a white ceiling, completely unfamiliar to you.

You tried to focus on something in the room, you could see Rohan sat on a chair.

With a stone-faced expression, your eyes met.

"Is Ryosuke okay?" was the first thing that came out of your mouth.

"I cut off his hands. He won’t be able to draw anymore, that is unless he learns how to draw with his feet or mouth."

"...Oh."

"If you have something to say, just spit it out already. You of all people should know how busy I am."

"You...didn't even show basic compassion when he confronted you." You began, voice faltering. "You didn't even feel bad.."

"Why would I feel sympathy for a man who was going to kill me and used you as bait?" He hissed.

"You are cruel, Rohan. I saw your true colors on that deck. You laughed in that man's face."

Amongst his many talents, Rohan’s poker face was something simply unmatched.

Because as soon as that sentence left your lips he felt his heart shatter into pieces.

But nobody would've been able to tell, what with those steely, cold eyes. His chest was puffed up, and his arms were folded.

He snorted.

"If that's what you truly think, who am I to change your mind?" He said, frostily.

"Well, I’m sure you have other places to be." You hurled back.

"Glad you know." He responded, turning on his heel to march out of the room.

"I got the flowers you asked for-" Izumi’s voice called out in the hallway, at the worst time possible. He snatched the bouquet out of her hands and dumped them in the trash.

Leaving Izumi at a loss for words.

"Well, that was wasteful and not very eco-friendly!" She cried out.

You weren't bed bound for long. You were released quickly once they had run tests and deduced you had simply passed out from shock.

You went home. You saw your friends, and you saw Izumi in the office but she didn't address the elephant in the room (you and Rohan’s fallout) since she figured that was something between the two of you.

You didn't dare go back to Morioh.

And you were dreading your next visit for work purposes.

Maybe that's why such strict rules about employee relationships are enforced in the first place.

Soon enough, the call came and you were meant to set up a meeting with Rohan to discuss his next submission for a one-shot.

You dialled him dozens of times but he was straight up refusing to answer your calls.

After countless ringing, you finally reached a voicemail.

"This is the Kishibe Rohan’s residence. I am most likely creating a masterpiece so I can't take your call. Even if I was free I would not answer. So don’t bother to leave a message.”

You were sure your eyes would be stuck at the back of your head because anything to do with Rohan made you roll your eyes.

"Excuse me, sorry to bother you!" A voice called out behind you. You turned to face a youthful-looking short boy. You immediately recognised him, as he was one of Rohan’s few friends.

"You’re not bothering me at all, what's up?"

"Um, well I guess it's pretty heavy. Can we talk in the café?"

"I guess this is kinda awkward. I hope you don't think I'm meddling in your business or anything!" the boy said a little anxiously as he rubbed the nape of his neck.

"Not at all."

"Well, you are Y/N, right? Rohan sensei's editor?"

You nodded.

"He’s been so off since he came back from that trip the two of you went on! He’s not himself at all. He won't even leave that big old house of his."

You felt some pangs of guilt. You had no idea that what you said would even affect Rohan.

"Koichi? Did it come out of Rohan’s mouth that he was upset because of me?" You said, calmly but it was hard to stop the passive aggressiveness laced in your tone.

"Well, no- but-"

"So I guess this conversation is over." You said abruptly, taking out some notes from your purse to pay for your and Koichi’s beverages and setting it on the table.

"Y/N, wait!" Koichi cried out. "He didn't tell me about what happened over the past week but I know he cares about you! So much so, he asked me for advice! ...and he asked me if he was cruel."

You froze in your steps.

So it was what you said that made Rohan spiral.

Your face scrunched up as you turned on your heel to face Koichi.

"Since when does Kishibe Rohan care about anybody but himself?!" You cried out.

"Y/N, please! I know he's difficult but he does care about you-"

"Why do I have to hear that he cares about me from you?!"

You let out a heavy sigh and shook your head. Why are you debating with somebody young enough to be your sibling about your love life?

"Look, Koichi. Sorry for yelling at you and sorry to get you involved in all of this. You’re a good friend to Rohan." You said, exasperatedly as you balled your fist behind your back. "I’ll...visit him. That’s why I came to Morioh in the first place but I chickened out."

"No worries Y/N...I hope things work out between the two of you." He said, beaming.

After he waved you off, you hesitantly made your way to Rohan’s place.

It was irritating how he managed to triangulate somebody fresh out of college into your nonsense but nothing was a surprise when it came to dealing with Rohan.

You gazed at his house, seeing the lights in his studio were on. If he was drawing then it probably wasn't as urgent as Koichi made it seem.

“You are trespassing on my property.” You heard a familiar voice bark. “Go away.”

“Are we really playing this game, Rohan?” You sighed.

“This is not a game to me!” He exclaimed. “Just leave.”

“You think I wanted to even come down here? But at the end of the day, I have a job to do. So please. Just let me do my job.” You pleaded.

You were met with silence, then locks began to rattle and there stood Rohan, with a sullen look.

He wasn't in his regular fashionable attire which he would spend hours crafting to the tiniest detail. Even his signature headband was missing and his hair which was always styled up was now limp and lifeless.

He had newly formed dark circles against his porcelain skin.

"I don't have anything to show you."

"You may be upset with me but lying? Lying to me? You have drafts, infinite drafts that date back years ago that you could pass off for the next print." You hissed.

"Fine. Two minutes, take my drawings and go."

He made you stand in the foyer, then dumped a box full of drawings into your hands, causing you to lose your balance with its weight.

"Take care." He said, abruptly.

You felt a flurry of rage overtake your senses and immediately dumped the box onto the ground, causing the papers to scatter everywhere.

"Why are you making me the bad guy? Cos I called you cruel? You don't get to do this, Rohan!"

"I'm doing it right now." He spat.

"Grow up! You can't just do whatever you feel like then get mad when somebody tells you as it is. You want people to walk on eggshells for you, how absurd is that?"

"I'm not doing anything wrong here. You were the one who said you didn't want to see me again, I'm simply respecting your wishes."

"My wishes were not for you to lock yourself away. My wishes were not for you to neglect your work, the one thing in this world that you care about-"

"Two." He said.

"...Huh?"

"I...care about my work. And somehow...I found myself beginning to care about you." He hesitated.

You blinked.

The silence pierced through his chest, and he slumped against the wall.

"I can't think straight." He huffed out, angrily clutching the roots of his hair.

"I care about you very much. You're a constant in my life. Being away from you after that trip and thinking we were over shattered my heart." You said voice barely a whisper.

"Well, is it true? Do you think I’m cruel?" He spat.

"...At times. But I guess that's what gets you far in this industry...Rohan I just wanted you to understand how much you hurt Ryosuke. I didn't expect you to forgive him or anything, like you said he was trying to kill you."

He cleared his throat.

"I didn't actually cut off his hands. I just wrote that he was going to be out cold for an hour or two and this prevented him from being able to use his stand to harm you and me. I just said that to scare you."

"ROHAN!" You exclaimed, yanking his arm to drag him to his feet to look at you. "What even goes through your mind to think that was remotely okay?!"

"I thought you knew by now I like to see raw, unfiltered human emotion." He shrugged.

"Not everything is fucking material for your comics! Ugh, you drive me INSANE!" You cried out.

"Your friend Koichi said you weren't yourself. You haven't left the house in days." You stated.

"What’s it to him?" He muttered under his breath.

"That’s what friends do, Rohan."

"And? If it were true, how does it concern you in the slightest?" He snarked.

Your stomach churned slightly.

"Well, it's true."

"Maybe I’m just tired."

"That is such bullshit Rohan and you know it."

He scowled at you, then got up from where he was sat to take a good look at you.

"How bigheaded of you to assume I’m in this pitiful state because of you." He sneered.

"Oh, oh, oh! So you DO agree, you are in a pitiful state!" You exclaimed as you hopped around, pointing at him.

You could go for hours sparring verbally. You’re both like stubborn mules in that sense. But it was better to show you how you feel physically.

After a moment of silence and a death stare from Rohan, you let out a sigh.

You then draped your arms around Rohan's neck and slot your lips against his.

He froze against your move but quickly reciprocated your advance, settling his hands onto your waist and pulling you flush against him.

You’re sure you've kissed Rohan quite a few times. In the beginning, they were gentle and chaste and on your part.

Then on the cruise, the kisses you shared were full of unbridled and all-consuming lust.

This one was overwhelmingly emotional. As he tilted his head to get a better angle to kiss you more deeply, you wanted to cry.

He’d probably die before he apologised but you were on the same wavelength at this very moment.

His lips, his hands roaming your body, it was telling you how broken he was without you. How he felt as if life was at a standstill when there was a possibility you weren't coming back.

As he pulled away to catch his breath from the heated kiss, he swallowed thickly as he gazed into your eyes, taking in the beauty of your features. He gently brushed the hair out of your face.

"Never let me go." You whispered as you laced your fingers with his.

"I won't. For as long as I live." He responded, voice desperate and hoarse. Delving to steal another kiss from your swollen and wet lips.

-

In all honesty, Rohan hadn't felt this much genuine happiness and joy in a long time.

He was speeding down the winding roads, in his convertible. to have you by his side, laughing wildly and the wind in his hair was a moment of true bliss.

He began to slow down as he saw cars in the distance, and you quickly pecked his cheek catching him by surprise.

He rubbed his cheek in awe, as he gave you a gentle smile.

"Hey! Park over there!" You instructed and he obliged. You clambered out of the car to sit on the hood of the car.

"You scratch that and its coming out of your pocket." He warned as he peeked over the door.

"Loosen up." You giggled as you began to crawl on all fours to the window.

"Why don't you sketch me?" You said, quirking a brow. You regularly prompted Rohan to draw you every now and then.

Sometimes he followed through, but a majority of the time he would tell you off.

He pulled out a polaroid camera out of his satchel and got out of the car.

"Smile." He said, in a monotone.

"This is helping you!" You snapped as you began to pose as if you were in a photo shoot.

He shook the polaroid and leaned onto the car hood. You draped your arms around him and wrapped your legs around his torso, your chest flush against his back.

"I look real good, huh?”

You were a lot more chipper. It was due to being in such a honeymoon phase and more notably, you finally left the job of being his editor and were now able to pursue your own dreams.

Your future back then felt so bleak but now all the hope and beginning a new chapter with the man you adored with every fibre of your being illuminated the stormy darkness of your mind and heart.

"It hasn't even developed properly." Rohan muttered, squirming away from you as you tried to bite his ear lobe.

"Oh I know. But I know I look good."

He couldn't adjust to the merry laughs he gave now. He was so used to the snarky and smug ones, having genuine cheerful ones was out of his ball park.

He squeezed your thigh as a retaliation causing you to squeal in surprise.

"Well, I suppose we'd better get going before the sun sets." He stated as he carried you piggyback off of the car hood.

"What’s the rush, you own the place!" You exclaimed.

"Wouldn’t hurt to be so early, and last thing i want is something weird to happen in these terrains." He said a little darkly.

"You’re so morbid." You snorted as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck.

"Comes with the occupation." He responded, quirking a brow.

You turned around in back seat to grab the map, then brandished out the huge, difficult thing.

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" You questioned.

"Y/N please. I think I have an idea where a property I bought would be." Rohan stated, a little offended, lowering the map from your hands as he rolled his eyes.

"Sureeeee." You drawled out.

You tucked the map back where you plucked it from since you were useless with directions, then settled back into the passenger seat.

All of a sudden, you felt Rohan take the sides of your face with his hands and dragged you in for a slow, languid kiss.

It completely caught you off guard so you were extremely flustered not to mention feeling hot and bothered with the slightly obscene groaning he made against your mouth.

"W-what was that for?" You panted, trying to regain your composure, pupils dilated and head dizzy.

He just gave a triumphant smile.

"It's fun knowing I can do that more often."

author’s note: if you read this far thank u sm 🙏🏽 its kinda rushed so sorry for grammatical errors or spelling errors but its the fastest i put out a part two ehehe also i was kinda monologuing zown and its so dialogue heavy since i been binge watching scandal lately. anyways i would appreciate any requests for jojo characters😹 thank you again love u guise 💓 reblogs appreciated!!

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The Escape

The Escape (Gojo x Reader- Part 5 of The Marriage)

Author’s note: Hey guys. Another chapter of The Marriage for anyone that’s reading. I rewrote the ending to this chapter and while I feel a little more confident with it I’m still a little unsure about this one. Any feedback you guys could provide would be really helpful. I didn’t really want to dedicate an entire chapter to the final showdown (this fic has always been from the pov of the sidelines). So the next chapter will be post battle trying to navigate a new reality. I’d like to do a timeskip for reader and Gojo but I’m not sure if there will be one or two more chapters after this. I’ll see how it flows. Enjoy!)

Warnings: blood, sexism, childbirth, manga spoilers, canon divergence (because daddy’s home), minors dni

Another piercing scream ripped through you. It was agony, dragging you down and holding you in its talons. The pain was excruciating, worse than you could have imagined. No amount of books or classes could have prepared you to give birth, at least not alone. You and Satoru had concrete plans set in place. A duffle bag packed away, the quickest route to the hospital marked. He should have been by your side through this. Holding your hand, kissing your forehead, and encouraging you to keep going. 

Now you were here, in some cramped bedroom, two strangers looming over you. 

How long had you been in labor? You’d lost track of the time. 

Uraume, checked between your legs for the umpteenth time. 

“Still not dilated enough. You know prolonging this won’t work in your favor. Lord Sukuna grows hungrier each day. Any longer and he’ll rip that brat out of you himself. 

“Fuck you,” you hissed.

They just smirked. “Does it hurt? I hope it does.”

Yes it did hurt. You had no pain medication to ease your suffering, so you were forced to bear it. 

Kenjaku opened the bedroom door. 

“How are we doing?”

You threw your head back against the pillow in agony. 

“She refuses to cooperate,” Uraume griped.

“Now, now Uraume. We mustn't be impatient. We will wait for (Name).”

~

Satoru clawed against the sharp mountain of bones in a manic fit. He didn’t even flinch when they cut into his skin and spilled his blood. He only raised his wounded palms up and slammed them against his head as he clenched his teeth. The skeletons tore at his clothes and dug their boney fingers further into his flesh. His blindfold had been lost, leaving him overexposed to this illusion. 

“Satoru,” one of the skeletons whispered. 

He halted and looked up to find it mutated into the beast he had seen before, Sukuna. In his arms, he held you.

Your unconscious body was pummeled and bloodied. 

“(Name),” he choked out.

Sukuna looked down at you, limp in his arms, and smirked.

“This offering is one of many,” Sukuna murmured. “And what a beautiful offering it is.”

Satoru lunged towards the display only to be forcefully shoved to the hard ground, dislocating his jaw in the process. 

“Let go of her!” he ordered in vain.

Sukuna just chuckled. 

“Fear not Satoru Gojo, this is only a preview of what’s to come, either her demise or yours.”

Satoru just screamed, all he could do was scream.

~

“Kenjaku, she’s losing a significant amount of blood,” Uraume informed.

They had stepped into the hallway momentarily to discuss your current state. 

“Bleeding is completely normal.”

Uraume just shook their head. “No, it’s far too much. She’ll die before the baby is even delivered.”

Kenjaku just sighed. “If she dies, she dies. If our buyers say anything I can just pull out another curse to keep them in line.”

Uraume halted and stared at him in disbelief. “But what about Sukuna? I wanted to bring her to him alive.”

He waved his hand. “Sukuna will have his fill with the culling games players. Maybe that lawyer or the failed manga artist would be a nice appetizer.”

Uraume clenched their teeth at his laid back attitude. 

“Kenjaku,” they warned. “This wasn’t what I agreed to when I enlisted my services to your cause.”

He just sighed, enraging them even further. “Uraume, let me spell this out for you. If you don’t get back in there and deliver that baby, I’ll release Satoru Gojo and after he kills me, he can tear your precious master limb from limb. Now, do you want to keep wasting time?”

Uraume said nothing and dutifully returned into the bedroom where you groaned.

~

Everything started to slow down, the movements of your hosts, their bickering voices. Your excruciating pain washed over you in a state of euphoria as the final moments of labor loomed over you, their predatory gaze pressing you down. 

~

In the mix of screams and grunts the cries were soft, sounding a world away, slowly approaching until you were pulled back to reality. Your baby. You and Satoru’s baby. With a final exhaustive push they had entered the world. 

“It’s a girl,” Kenjaku cheerily announced as Uraume held the screaming newborn up. For a moment they almost disappeared from your view, leaving you alone with your daughter. She was beautiful. You choked back a sob, completely overwhelmed. She had a little tuft of white hair accompanied by identical lashes, the resemblance to your husband was uncanny. Your joyous relief was abruptly interrupted by Kenjaku’s unwelcomed voice. 

“What a beautiful girl she is,” he insincerely cooed.

Uraume swiftly cut the umbilical cord and went into the bathroom to clean the newborn in the sink. 

Kenjaku waltzed in front of you and inspected between your propped up legs. “My my (Name), Uraume was right. You're still bleeding.”

You said nothing. 

“C’mon, where’s that feisty woman I met two months ago? Doesn’t she have anything to say?”

Again you said nothing. 

He just sighed. “Childbirth never does you women any good. The one thing you should excel in, and yet you’re left as nothing but a shadow of your former self. 

Kenjaku briskly retrieved a small shopping bag from the corner of the room and pulled the contents out for you to see. 

It almost was enough to pull you out of your stupor. It was Satoru’s Hugo Boss coat.

“While you were passed out, I thought it was imperative to make a small trip back to your home.”

He walked up to your bedside and held it over you. 

“You see (Name), contrary to what you and the others think of me I’m not entirely cruel.”

Uraume exited the bathroom with your daughter in their arms. Her cries had subsided to tiny whimpers. 

Kenjaku continued his self congratulatory dribble.

“I brought this coat to wrap your daughter in, that way she’ll have a keepsake of her father.”

“Who she’ll never know,” you spat. 

He sighed and handed the coat to Uraume, who used it to swaddle the baby. 

“Say what you will. But time doesn’t pass in the prison realm. So in a way I’m the most humane don’t you think?”

You scoffed with what strength you had left. 

“Humane? How is robbing my daughter of her life anything but cruel?”

He smirked. “You jujutsu sorceres are so hypocritical. Tell me, how are my actions any different than those that you take with your students? Remember your precious friend Yu Haibara? Wasn’t he robbed of his life?”

You clenched your jaw. 

“How dare you say his name you bastard.”

He ignored your insult and continued. 

“If his parents will never see their son grow, then why should you have the privilege with your daughter?”

Before Kenjaku could finish you off he abruptly staggered backwards, the look of glee he sported was quickly replaced with a mortified one. 

“No, no, don’t,” he cried. 

Then he shook his head and clenched his jaw in irritation. “I’ve already told you to stop interfering. Even in death you refuse to lay dormant.” 

His complaints proved meaningless as his right hand shot straight into his chest, failing to severely impair him.

He let out a bitter laugh as he pulled the bloody fist out. “You are by far the most disagreeable host I’ve ever had, Suguru Geto.”

Uraume roughly grabbed Kenjaku’s arm. “Stop this. These games of yours are only stalling our goals.”

He sighed in defeat. “I suppose you're right. I got a little carried away.”

Kenjaku turned to face you. 

“I suppose this is the last time we’ll see each other. If you die before Uraume can bring you to Sukuna, I’d love to have you as one of my cursed spirits,” he admitted.

“I’d rather be eaten by that devil,” you weakly grunted.

He gave you a small wave and headed out the door. “You might just get your wish. Goodbye.”

You shifted your gaze to Uraume.

 “Let me hold my baby,” you demanded.

They just wrinkled their nose. You’ll only contaminate the potential of her cursed energy. I’ll be preparing her for our departure. When I come back, I hope you’ll be dead. I can always find Lord Sukuna something more refined to eat.”

~

“Stay here for a while, Uraume,” Kenjaku ordered. “I want to record her time of death.”

They sighed at the request, wanting to return to their masters side instead of play nurse.

“Alright.”

~

“Satoru,” you scolded. “This is serious.”

You swatted him away as he tried to go in for another kiss. 

The two of you sat in bed together, trying to pick a name from ‘100,000+ Baby Names.’

“I am being serious,” he argued as he kissed your shoulder. “I already have the name I want.”

You rolled your eyes at him. 

“I already told you we’re not naming our baby Bert. He’s not a sixty year old man.”

Satoru looked at the page you had stopped on. 

“Mari’s a pretty name,” he mused as he pointed to it.

You hummed in acknowledgement. 

“And if it’s a boy we’ll name him Bert,” he concluded.

“Well for the baby’s sake I hope it’s a girl, because I like Mari too.”

You smiled despite yourself and kissed his lips. 

“It doesn’t matter what their name is. We’ll love them no matter what,” you confirmed.

~

Mari, your daughter. 

‘Satoru, I’m not sure if I can fulfill my promise and survive, but I’ll die trying.’

~

Your body was throbbing. It took everything in you to sit up. You just needed to get your daughter and take her to Jujutsu High. You were informed by Kenjaku some time ago that Ieiri had remained at the school under orders from the higher ups. If you could get Mari there, she’d be safe. 

You trusted Ieiri to find a safe home for your daughter, in the event that you died. Just until Satoru could get to her. And he would get to her, you knew he would. You stood up, already feeling the blood oozing out of you. You ignored that, combined with the searing pain and made your way out of the room. 

~

Uraume in the very dining room. 

Their back was turned away from you as you crept up behind them, holding your breath. You only had one chance to disarm them. You were significantly weakened by Kenjaku’s blow, so your cursed technique was less likely to kill Uraume, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t temporarily disarm them. You just prayed you could muster enough strength. Mari laid on the table in front of them, still wrapped in Satoru’s coat. 

‘I’m coming sweetheart.’

“Do you think Mommy’s dead yet?” they sadistically cooed.

“Why don’t you ask her,” you hissed. 

They turned around to find your hands gripping their throat. Before they could lift their hand to unleash their own technique you released everything you had. 

They twitched in your grip and pushed you back, causing you to stagger. Uraume attempted to grab you, but could only stumble and fall to the floor. 

“You bitch,” they spat. “What did you do to me?”

You didn’t even bother to reply. You scooped up your daughter and sprinted. Pure adrenaline helped you to push past the pain that coursed through your body, your daughter’s crying, Uraume’s threats. You just kept going. Down the hallways, out the front door, through the courtyard. 

“It’s alright sweetheart, Mommy’s here. I’m here,” you whispered. 

You miraculously passed the gates, after two months, you had managed to break out. But now was not the time to celebrate, you’d do that once you were at Jujutsu High. 

~

Gojo buried his head in his lap, mulling over the destruction he’s created around him. Multiple skulls lay shattered beneath his feet. Shards so sharp he contemplated picking up a piece and stabbing into his heart, his eyes, anything to stop this torment. He felt as if he’d been imprisoned for over a hundred years. What if he was released to meet some wasteland with only the ashes of his loved ones remaining?

He picked up a broken jaw bone with a jagged end, brushing his calloused thumb against it. 

“This is pathetic,” a familiar voice scolded. 

Satoru slowly looked up, his eyes widened when he came face to face with his former friend. His only friend. 

“Suguru,” he mumbled in disbelief.

He looked like he did years ago, when the two of them fought alongside one another at Jujutsu High. The same uniform, the same hairstyle, the same knowing smirk. 

“Okay, now I know I’ve lost it,” Satoru mumbled, dropping the jaw bone and letting it fall to the ground.

Suguru just stared down at him. “What do you think you're doing? Look at yourself.”

Satoru leaned over the edge of the small island of bones. His face was cut up and bloodied, with deranged eyes and a tattered coat. 

“This is how the strongest looks in confinement? This is pitiful.”

Satoru stood up with a scoff. 

“Big talk from the asshole who lost to a guy who couldn’t even use Jujutsu.”

Suguru should have been offended, but he just laughed. 

“And you took in his son, way to honor my memory.”

Satoru wanted to stay mad, but he couldn’t muster anything up. He felt himself quickly settling into their banter with ease. 

“What are you doing here? Are you real?”

“Not physically. But that’s not important right now. There’s not much time.” 

“What do you mean?”

“It’s (Name).”

Satoru went rigid. Images of Sukuna tearing into you came rushing back to him.

“She’s delivered the baby and is on the run in Kyoto. But Sukuna is about to reclaim his true form. And he’s using the Fushiguro kid as a current host.”

Satoru’s thoughts raced a million miles a minute. 

You were alive but in danger, he was a father, and Megumi was being exploited by that damn coward. 

“How do you know all this? Do you see what he sees?”

Suguru nodded. “And I can fight to take control. But only for short periods of time.”

Satoru briefly remembered him grabbing at his neck. Or Kenjaku’s neck. 

“I need to get out of here,” he mumbled. “But I’m stuck.”

“Ieiri and the others are about to unseal you.”

He let out a boisterous laugh.

“I knew they could do it.”

“You can’t leave here looking like that,” Suguru scolded. 

“Okay Mom.” he snorted.

But Suguru didn’t return his jovial tone. “How would it look if the strongest emerged from captivity broken down? Clean your face. Stand tall.”

So Satoru did just that, he leaned down over the small body of water and washed the blood from his body, the injuries miraculously vanished. 

He nearly jumped when he felt someone press some fabric against his cheek. 

It was the ghost of Riko Amanai who dried his skin, using her headband to do so. Unlike Suguru she was silent, but her actions were defiant. She disappeared as quickly as she arrived.  

Once he was clean he stood up. 

At the top of the void a small section of light began to poke through. Miniscule at first, then gradually expanding out to bathe the darkness with light. The skeletons screeched in agony as they evaporated into nothingness. 

All that remained was Satoru and Suguru. 

“Are you strongest because you're Satoru Gojo or are you Satoru Gojo because you're the strongest?”

He grinned and punched his shoulder. “I’m the only Satoru Gojo.”

The light consumed them, then there was nothing. 

~

Kenjaku stood in the dilapidated structure with a bewildered grin on his face. After two months Satoru Gojo stood alive and well. 

“It’s been a long time since you were able to relax. How was it?” 

“Hey,” Satoru greeted, his coat slipping from his broad shoulders. “You should choose your words more carefully. After all, they will be your last.”

Before he could obliterate Kenjaku, Uraume emerged from the shadows. 

“It’s done. Sukuna lives,” they cried in joy. 

Kenjaku smirked. “Looks like you're too late Satoru Gojo.”

The white haired sorcerer punched the ground where Kenjaku stood. He quickly dodged it before meeting his end. 

“Where are they?” he snarled. 

Kenjaku smirked. “If you're referring to your adopted children. Their bodies were discarded somewhere and taken by the former vessel. Still alive, but barely. But as for your wife and daughter, I believe their deaths are looming over them, and the cause is a hungry curse. 

In the blink of an eye Satoru was in front of Uraume. They barely had time to react, when he slammed his fist against their stomach. Blood spilled out of their mouth as they went flying back into a wall. Satoru pulled Uraume up from the rubble before they could catch their breath. 

“I hope you enjoyed seeing him again because I’m going to ensure his stay is short.”

With that, he warped and vanished.

~

You didn’t stop running until you hit an abandoned residential area. Equipped with condos and recreational areas. 

‘They must have been evacuated.’

You had hoped you’d at least be able to catch a train or cab to take you back to Tokyo, but it seemed your luck had run out. You didn’t give a damn though, you’d walk if you had to. 

You blinked back the black dots that flooded your vision, fighting tooth and nail to keep moving. 

You’d just have to keep going until you found an unaffected area. From there you’d find some method of transportation. You couldn’t stay here, in your current state you were like catnip to any lingering curses. 

Your breath hitched when you saw a figure in the distance. A familiar pair of blue eyes, unruly white hair. 

“Satoru,” you whispered. 

He quickly closed the distance and engulfed you in his arms. 

“(Name),” he murmured. “(Name), I’m here.” 

You sobbed in relief. “You’re alive. I knew you’d find us.”

He pulled away from you and took in the face of his baby, wriggling in her mother’s grip, protected in his coat. 

“Meet your daughter, Mari,” you croaked. 

“She’s beautiful,” he whispered, quickly noting the blood pooling beneath your feet. “You’re hurt,” he muttered. 

“Satoru we need to get Mari away-”

A loud crash through a nearby building caused the ground to shake. From the smoke a figure emerged. 

One with four arms and two faces. They wore a wicked sneer. 

“Well isn’t this a beautiful sight?” Sukuna cackled.

Mari started to cry.

Satoru held you a little tighter. 

Sukuna descended to the ground and stood before you, massive and intimidating, like standing before an escaped hell spawn. 

He rubbed his spear, eager to pierce it through the lot of you.

“I was only promised your precious whore as my first meal, but I could care less about Kenjaku’s plans. All three of your heads will mount the walls of my throne room when I’m done with you.

You could hardly breathe. The cursed energy radiating off of him was so overpowering it weighed you down. It was as if lead had been placed on your shoulders. 

“No,” Satoru firmly responded. “We’ll fight on my terms.”

~

You gasped when you felt yourself briefly float, stumbling to your feet again at the steps of Jujutsu High. 

Satoru scooped you up and rushed towards the main entrance. 

“Is anyone here?” he called out. 

Ieiri came rushing down the hall, staring in disbelief at the three of you. 

“You’re here,” she marveled. 

“Only because of you and the others. But listen, I can’t talk right now. (Name) is bleeding out.”

Ieiri’s gaze flickered to your current state and she nodded. “Follow me.”

~

Your husband gingerly set you down on the examination table in the lab. 

An unfamiliar face stood in the corner of the room. It was a man with a black streak across the bridge of his nose. When he noticed him, Satoru raised his fist to attack, only to be stopped by Ieiri. 

“It’s a long story but he’s with us now okay?”

He just glared at him. “I’m not leaving my family with him.”

“Satoru,” she scolded. “His and my technique are the only effective method to save (Name).”

“Satoru,” you croaked. “I trust him if Ieiri trusts him.”

He finally relented and turned his attention back to Ieiri. 

“Where is everyone?” he urgently asked. 

“Downtown, evacuating civilians. Yuji came back to drop off Megumi and Tsumiki.”

She answered his question before he could ask it. “They’re both fine. Megumi managed to expel Sukuna from his body before he could hurt his sister.”

He sighed in relief. 

“Then I need to get downtown.”

Sukuna would probably be drawn there.

He bent down and pressed his lips against yours. 

“Be safe,” you whispered.

He gently cupped your face. “I’ll always come back to you.”

You knew he would. 

You savored the last moment of his fingertips against your skin as he pulled away.

He’d always come back to you.

You shut your eyes as darkness overtook you. 

~

Satoru stopped to find Megumi at the end of the hall.

“Take me with you,” Megumi demanded. 

“I’ve been gone for months and that’s your response?” Satoru jested. “No welcome home or how have you been?”

Megumi just glared at him. “Stop screwing around.”

“You’re in no condition to fight,” Satoru argued. “You need to stay here with your family.”

“I’m not going to stay here and do nothing. Right now I need to be with the others. Let me help you.”

“I killed your father,” Satoru blurted out. “I’m not a person you should help out.”

Megumi was silent, rage coursing through him. “Are you telling me this to try to stop me from going? My father? Am I supposed to resent you and fall apart.”

“I  just want you to know. I just want you to know the type of person I am before you decide to help me.”

“Toji Fushiguro is nothing but a memory for me, and I have no intentions of living in the past. If you won’t take me I’ll walk.”

Megumi passed him and halted when he felt a hand grip his shoulder. 

“Okay, let’s go,” Satoru mumbled. 

~

You woke up in a soft bed in one of the spare rooms. Mari slept in a small cot beside you. You sat up and pulled off the covers. The bleeding had stopped and the pain had vanished. 

The mysterious man from earlier looked up from his spot in the corner. “Oh, you’re awake. Dr. Shoko should be back in a minute.” 

You hummed in acknowledgement, leaning down and scooping up your daughter.

“Thank you…”

“Choso,” he informed you. “Technically speaking, Choso Kamo.”

Your mind flashed back to your dream of the woman in the shed. 

“I see, I’m (Name) Gojo. And this is my daughter Mari.”

Your daughter cooed in your arms.

~

“So, you’re half curse?” you asked.

“Yes, but I was told to live as a human. I’m still trying to decipher what that means to me.”

Choso’s eyes wandered to Mari, and he tilted his head in curiosity. 

“Would you like to hold her?” you asked.

He hesitated, but nodded. You got out of the bed and sat beside him on the ground. You handed him the baby. He fumbled a bit, but managed to get into a comfortable position. A small smile formed on his lips.

“I think you’ll be a fine human,” you assured him after a moment of silence.

He was grateful for your words and you were fortunate enough to grant them.

A pair of footsteps rushed to the door and pushed it open. You gasped in relief when you saw her. 

“Tsumiki!” you cried.

There she was, Tsumiki Fushiguro, alive and well. 

The young girl’s eyes filled with tears. She wasted no time rushing towards you and smothering you with a hug. 

“(Name)!” she sobbed. “It was horrible.”

You cradled her in your arms. “I know. I know sweetheart.”

Ieiri came into the room with an unreadable expression, clutching her phone. 

They won.”

Your breath hitched and you tightened your grip around Tsumiki.

“The curses have vanished.” 

~

The End. 

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A few months ago, we were talking about CFYOW and Orihime’s powers and I promised @elyonholic​ I would make a separate post about my general thoughts regarding Orihime’s abilities and origins, some theories and some canon ideas I’ve grown warmer to over time.

1) Tinhat Theory (Crazy)

I want to get this one off my chest because it’s the least developed idea I have, but an interesting one nonetheless. Fair warning, the connection I’m about to make here stretches canon like a rubber band and I’m 85% certain it is totally coincidental, but: I noticed in one of my re-reads of the manga while I was writing TLtH that Orihime has a lot of surface-level similarities to...the Soul King.

The very first appearance of the Shun Shun Rikka is accompanied by some eyebrow-raising wording. I’m not sure how accurate this translation is, but ‘princess-shielding flowers’ seems to be a pretty direct allusion to the fact that Orihime is named after the mythological princess from the Tanabata legend. Also, I’m pretty sure that when Kubo first conceived Orihime in his mind, he had no idea she was going to be a Fullbringer or what a Fullbringer even was. My guess is that he wanted royal imagery to go with her name, and fairies seem to do the trick. Our job is to protect you, however, implies that they’re somewhat like her own Royal Guard. We know they each have their own distinct personalities, styles, dialects and powers, so one of my headcanons has always been that they each have their own inner domain (palace), too, like the Royal Guard. In my head, the domains are based on aesthetics alone, but they also represent different aspects of Orihime’s core personality.

Tsubaki’s inner world is a volcano [her tendency to be deeply emotional], Baigon’s is a toy factory [her childlike curiosity], Shin’O’s is a moving train [her openness for adventure], Lily’s is a futuristic techno-utopia [her inventive mind], Ayame’s is a tropical forest [her tendency to nurture/desire to heal] and Hinagiku is a witchy lab [her intellect and her experimental nature].

Even in CFYOW, there’s a mention about how Orihime can’t bring someone back to life because it messes with the balance of souls. There are some people she has to let cross that barrier, because crossing the barrier means keeping the balance of souls stable. This, too, is similar to the Soul King’s own responsibility of keeping the three worlds stable (though for Orihime, it’s on a much smaller scale than it is for the SK).

Take, for instance, a small-scale example where Soul Society has 98 souls, Hueco Mundo has 99 souls, and the Living World has 100 souls. If a person in the Living World is dying, Orihime can’t save them because then the numbers would be 98/99/100. Unequal and unstable. To make it 99/99/99, Orihime would have to let that one person die and cross over to Soul Society. I think, in instances like these, Orihime’s powers probably won’t work because of how they interfere with the balance of the three worlds. 

In this AU/theory, I guess you could say that the part of the Soul King that Orihime absorbed is...a big one? Which would explain why she’s constantly said to have “God-like” abilities in the SS and HM arcs and also why her powers imitate his on a teeny scale.

2) Orihime as a Fullbringer  (Semi-Canon)

I’ve talked before about how I didn’t like this idea much, mainly because it felt like a lazy retcon, but since CFYOW said Orihime’s powers are a combination of the Hogyoku’s influence and the pieces of the Soul King’s soul, I’ve warmed up a little to it. In this headcanon, Orihime’s Shun Shun Rikka operate quite similarly to a shinigami’s abilities in that her soul, her desires and her fear shape her “weapon.”

Like I said earlier, Orihime has a lot of fairytale-esque aesthetics in early Bleach: her brother makes remarks about her special hair, her first protector (Tatsuki) is likened to a dragon, her own name is a reference to a mythological princess. We can probably assume she internalized some of that, which is why her Fullbring is six fairies protecting their princess. Bleach has always put an emphasis on characters living up to their namesakes so it’s not a stretch to believe that her name had some influence on her Fullbring.

Additionally, Orihime was bullied a lot as a child, so it makes sense that she would manifest powers that would protect her. She was lonely, so she manifested friends that would always be with her. She’s been hurt before, so she manifested powers that would heal instead. The Hogyoku grants her that, but it’s she who subconsciously made that choice for herself. It’s a power she has always wanted, just like Ichigo and Chad have always wanted theirs. She’s an ordinary girl who chooses powers that define her largely pacifistic relationship with the outside world. She also has an object affinity, and like Riruka, who has the ability to permit using her ability of “love,” Orihime can reject using her powers of negation, so it wouldn't be a lie to call her a Fullbringer, even if she isn’t a very typical one.

#these two points don't necessarily contradict each other but they do offer insight into what being a fullbringer really means for orihime #since we never got any mention of her being one in the actual FB arc #orihime inoue #i think literally everything would have been fixed if she and chad got a fight in the FB arc #also fullbring is such a ridiculous concept but that's a dead horse atp #meta