#not preciously yours

[vylad243]

oh wow thats intriguing. i want to hear more about the alternate month in rut where voxval dont necessarily breakup. would al regret his actions for being bitter/cold to vox when he first arrived? does val still get killed? what about vel in all this? (sorry for the tons of questions btw its just so interesting to think of.... also am i allowed to draw fanart for ur fic in general)

Alastor wouldn't necessarily regret it, but he wouldn't be happy with his last actions. He thinks if he acted a lot sooner, Vox wouldn't have been as hurt as he was- but he also doesn't know if accepting Vox a lot sooner wouldn't have had worse consequences. To him- he's toying with a life that he actually cares about, and one wrong move could have put the final nail in Vox's coffin. He would be torn because he knows now just how badly Vox was hurting and how little freedom he had, but he wouldn't regret it because it gave Vox more time to build genuine connections with other people instead of clinging to just Alastor. It widened his support circle because let's be honest- Vox has fucking terrible social skills

Valentino would get killed, but it wouldn't be like in month of rut. It wouldn't be permanent because Vox would fry the bitch. It would be a desperate attempt to claw himself free from Valentino's chains. The craving for validation and to be loved would be overwhelming so he wouldn't be thinking straight. He wouldn't use the weapon in his heels to kill him. He would use the powers that Valentino needs to be famous. The powers that everyone uses every day. Hell would go into a blackout from the sheer volume of electricity that he uses, but Vox would be alone. He wouldn't have anyone with him because he wouldn't tell anyone. Everyone would find out he was missing from the power outage.

They would all split up to try and find him, and Charlie and Alastor would find him unconscious with Velvette holding him close. Velvette would return to the hotel with them and stay with Vox in his room while he recovers.

Velvette would hold a similar position as she does currently, but she would be a lot more of a reoccurring character than she currently is. Her relationship with Vox would be a lot more explored. Her and Papermint would basically take over Voxtech while Vox is recovering from his injury, Val's death, and the blackout. Velvette would be Valentino and Vox's adopted daughter, so she would be a lot more hurt and unaware of just how bad Valentino was to Vox in particular because Val would treat her with the utmost care.

Velvette and Vox would be mostly recovering together, and Velvette would stay in the hotel for a lot longer. She would never be an official patient. When Valentino rebuilds himself, Velvette would be the one to kill him with an angelic weapon.

Alastor would also like Velvette a lot more and would have more of an opportunity to get to know her and bond with her because Alastor's radiowaves would help heal Vox's injuries. Basically, Alastor, Vox, and Velvette will be bunking together, but Vox would be unconscious for most of it.

Velvette would also be taught some of Alastor's recipes because she can handle spice, and he needs a spice buddy

And OMG YES YOU CAN!! I would be so honoured 😭 I would honestly probably make it my pfp if someone drew art of my fanfic-

#hazbin hotel #vox hazbin hotel #radiostatic #hazbin hotel alastor #a month in rut #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin hotel valentino #heimaldesirae #i would be so happy #it's such a nice feeling when your content inspires people #it's like preciously holding someone's trust in your hands because inspiration is such a precious thing #i would fistfight anyone for my readers/followers tbh #i would run to that denny's parking lot so fast

[theodoradevlin]

Entering the Shrub Club Greenhouse, there isn’t anything out of the ordinary at first glance but as you approach your potting tables, you see a pot cradling the most peculiar plant.

Upon seeing one of the most precious looking plants, Theo drops her books because her hands flies to her mouth at the most adorable cactus she's ever laid eyes upon. Is it....a niffler? Her spirit animal?! Who knew her this well?!

Her hands gingerly look at the tag attached, and she smiles all the more. Wren. Of Course.

Thank you, my dear friend.

(A peek inside Theo's brain currently: )

#Wren #ART #NIFFLER ART #PLANT ART #NIFFLER AND PLANT ART #THE TALENT IS UNMATCHED #THE PRECIOUSNESS IS UNMATCHED #IM NOT OKAY IF YOU CANT TELL #HOME GIRL LOVES HER BDAY GIFT #wren your art is literally incredible #so are you #I CANT STOP GUSHING #I WONT #she's hugging that plant #forever #even if its a prickly little thing #even better

[aroaceleovaldez]

comp of your favorite jason panels maybe?? or maybe an octavian doodle?? i was hit with the silly beam and now i need more blonde roman boys content. mayhaps add any other blonde romans boys you have crafted. i desperately need rick to flesh out camp jupiter the potential is insane - @argoii-official's mod erratum 🤭

MOD ERRATUM!!!!!!! i blow a little kiss to your askblog one mun to another. Tumblr decided it absolutely hated me putting images on this post so I will make a separate one for the favorite deadangelos Jason panels later. A little tiny Octavian for you though (he's grumpy):

and i will dig through my romans to see if there's any other interesting blond boys in there (i still have like two and a half cohorts to design plus messengers and medics, so there is still plenty of opportunity). let's see... oh yes I do indeed have some funky lil blond boys.

Lore for them below the cut:

okay, starting with the canon boys: Jacob i've made a son of Venus and i've decided is best friends with Terrel and Bobby. He's a shy and quiet kind of guy but he's doing his best. Also insert my hc about 5th cohort being more likely to be direct descendants versus legacies here (cause something something lack of letters of recommendation). Also because of a mistranslation about his job title my group chat has decided his demigod weapon is a gun. Julius i made a legacy of Indiges (deified Aeneas) based on his name. I haven't decided too much for him other than I think it would be interesting if Jason used to have a crush on him at some point.

VES okay Ves is fun. So first things first: scene kid my beloved. Scene kid with a bee theme. The joke is the hair stripes. His lore is that he's a legacy of Mellona (goddess of honey/bees) and he has a big ol' crush on Gerard, because Gerard is emo and they have similar music tastes.

Gerard i am going to be completely honest is 100% themed on MCR. I like listening to music when I design characters and I thought it'd be funny also i realized the name Gerard works thematically for a Mars kid. It all came together. Anyways he's emo, he's an MCR fan, no he does not know Ves has a big ol' crush on him. Ves is dying, squirtle.

Edgar is a son of Lua, a goddess to whom weapon spoils of war were sacrificed to. He's just kind of a cool edgy guy. Not pictured is his bestie, a girl named Felicity Pace, who is a legacy of Abundantia and Pax, and is also in 4th cohort. They're opposites-attract thematically (war vs peace, low energy vs high energy) but also they're both fashionistas and extremely dramatic.

Anton is my extremely self-indulgent pointing at Mars and how to the Romans he was also a god of civilization and ideal Roman life, which included him being an agricultural god, so legacy of Mars and child of Ceres. He's grumpy but he's very passionate about plants.

They're all mostly just meant to be background characters fleshing out Camp Jupiter for Deadangelos so they don't have a ton of meat to them, but I like to try and give them all at least something. At the very least a hobby, theme, interest, or relationships. Something along those lines.

#riordanverse #pjo #pjo ocs #my art #Anonymous #ask #deadangelos #YIPPEE mod erratum! #i hold your askblog so preciously it is so delightful to me #also i love drawing Octavian with just. all his hair is sticking straight up #he's an apollo kid his hair is like a plant it's trying to reach the sun #but it makes him constantly look like a mad scientist. which he might as well be

[belligerentbagel]

take this sinking boat and point it home  we've still got time  raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice  you've made it now 

widojest 4: after the end 🍎

#widojestweek2022 #widojest #critical role #yes this IS one of the WIPs that i thought would be eternally unfinished. went back in and cleaned it up bc i am fond of pastoral settings #don't think this would be a 'permanent' home bc i think jester would want to travel & caleb is suited for teachering things #but maybe a summer home on an m9 timeshare? a honeymoon or weekend house in the marrow valley? #the comforting smell of grass and leaves and flowers on a sunny day #despite the warmth that settles in by noon; the cider in the picnic basket is still preciously cool under its cloth #there's a stream further off that you can poke your feet into; or splash at the small aquatic critters that make their home there #there is time and world and quiet enough to read a book or paint the clouds or chase dragonflies or pull weeds out of the earth #you have earned a quiet ending #i think sometimes on the comparative quietness of the m9's epilogue to vm's epilogue #they became sovereigns and mythical figures. people at the edges of tal'dorei know their names #m9 saved the world from an unknowable otherplanar horror and - #- save for a few small villages and a band of reformed bandits and other individual souls they have touched - #(and. well. the kryn empire) #they would not be recognised faces in dwendalian towns #they didn't do it for glory; they really just did things for justice and righting imbalances and getting their friends back #you can have the sun-drenched house and the apple tarts and the peace in your dreams at last #draws #widojestweek #jester lavorre #caleb widogast

[luneariann]

I like thinking abt how life is constant change, no state is permanent! And yeah sometimes that means letting go of happy things, but it also means that sadness and misery are temporary too!

#it also means there’s no use in worrying over things stay in your life #enjoy it while it’s there and kiss it goodbye when it leaves #cuz otherwise you’ll be mourning the loss of something that’s still in your life and THATS miserable #but also RAHHHHH TEARS WILL DRY AND LAUGHTER WILL COME AGAIN!!!! #THIS WILL NOT BE THE LAST TIME YOU LOVE!!!! #LIFES IMPERMANENCE MAKES THINGS ESPECIALLY BEAUTIFUL RAHHHHHHH #HALF OF LIFES PRECIOUSNESS IS ITS EPHEMERAL NATURE RAHHHHHHHH

[lesbianlotties]

I think I'm going to have to be strong and unblock certain tags so i don't miss 2o2g updates ✌️😔 wish me luck

#send your thoughts and prayers please #my preciously curated dash 🥺 #but i just to Know Everything

[o-wyrmlight]

my heart just melted at your dark cacao and dark choco doodles. you made my day

Here is an express link to lead your heart to melting even further

And a bonus pillow fight

#'BLEH!' god i love these two so much #sobbing whining holding them tightly and preciously in my heart #if you think i ship these two then i am coming to siphon your kidneys

[odetolove]

L ink stared at Zelda for a moment, breath caught in his throat at her sweet voice. And partially because of cringing embarrassment he felt since he had fumbled in front of her by reverting to calling her ‘Your Highness.’ Although that love sick puppy in him keened that even if she was a mere commoner, he would still view her as Her Highness, his princess. She was so friendly and kind and smart, way out of his league in many ways than one. But yet, he felt this indescribable pull towards her, as if deep within himself he knew he fit right next to her perfectly.

Although he’d never admit that aloud in fear of being foolishly wrong.

Taking a deep breath he sheathed the master sword into its scabbard on his back and stepped forward, eyes tracing Zelda’s relaxed grin and letting his own lips tug up into a small smile.

‘Whatever befits you, My Highness,’ Link playfully stated, giving Zelda a mock bow to try and loosen himself up.

Formality and causality sometimes got muddled up with Link, his brain confused on his memories of being a stoic and speechless knight to now travelling, conversing, joking with said princess so freely and without restraint.

Link straightened up and strolled over to stand beside Zelda, peering down at her. Her face glowed but he would be an idiot to not notice the bags under her eyes. It greatly troubled him, concerned him on her well-being. But he didn’t want to distress her or pressure her into telling him anything she wasn’t comfortable with. ‘I slept well, how about yourself? I hardly heard you get up this morning.’

Despite the tiredness resting heavily under her eyes, Zelda still looked beautiful. Living life in the wild looked good on her. Although, anything would look divine on her. Bleakly Link realised he was in disarray, boots unlaced, one pant leg pushed up to his knee from his nights sleep, wearing his undershirt still, and hair loose and unbrushed. Part of him wanted to race back to don his champions tunic, tame his hair and look semi presentable but ultimately, the part of him that wanted to stay beside Zelda won.

‘Would you like some breakfast? I can cook something up for you before we set off this morning to our next destination,’ pausing, he cast a glance around the stables, taking in the serenity. ‘Did you still want to travel today? We can always rest another day.’

(REMI!!!! I READ YOUR PART AND SCREAMED. I LOVE ITTTEJSKWKWOQ. I AM SO EXCITED WITH WHATS TO COME AND KSLSKAMAKDWM.

Sorry for the late ish reply, I had a hellish day at work yesterday then came home to make dinner for a sick friend and delivered it and didn’t get to stop and eat my own dinner until like 9:30 😭 but I read your writing and it made me feel so good!!!! It kept me going and I got so giddy reading it and kept thinking about it!!!!!!!!! I just unfortunately didn’t have the energy to write that day though. My brain was mush lmaooooo.

Hope you are well though!!!)

zelda brought a hand up to her mouth to hide the giggle that slipped out of her mouth when he bowed dramatically, rolling her eyes while a smile so big it almost hurt- was worn proudly on her lips. watching while he made his way to her, something inside her chest panged at the thought that before everything had happened, he wouldn’t have dared to approach her so casually.

but here, surrounded by the wilds and people who never knew formalities and titles like they did, the weight of all of that was lessened. it made her feel warm inside, that even after all the tragedy, she still had him- that she could roam freely and help rebuild the kingdom, that she could inquire and learn more about everything without the weight of the world on her shoulders.

at the sound of him speaking, she let her thoughts come to an end, smiling sheepishly when he asked if she slept well- a hand coming up to run down the golden strands of hair, a habit she had when trying to lie.

“ah, i slept… well! and, i tried not to wake you, your sleep is important.” she smile, scooting over on the flattened log of wood, making space for him if he wanted to sit.

by the looks of how much in disarray he was, she knew he slept hard- she could only imagine the weight he had to bare, and what type of toll it took on his body. she convinced herself she was doing the right thing in letting him sleep, even if it was at the cost of her being lonely for a couple hours into the late night.

at the mention of food, her stomach let out an embarrassing rumble- already excited at the prospect of his culinary skills. she didn’t know if it was because he was making her food, but the meals they shared together were extra tasty.

“breakfast would be nice, please.”

she thought a little about what she wanted to do, scrunching up her nose while she thought-

“you’ll think i’m lazy if i say rest another day- what do you want to do link?” zelda asked, turning to face him and wanting more than anything to soothe the mess of hair he currently donned.

“i just think it’s lovely here- i wanted to see if there was enough land to start a garden.” she finally confessed, looking over to where she thought a piece of land would look just dazzling with an array of wild flowers.

#AHHHHHHHH #PLS YOU NEVER HAVE TO APOLOGIZE FOR TAKING TIME RESPONDING!! ILL WAIT EONS FOR YOUR ASKS… ILL HOLD THEM VERY PRECIOUSLY I KEEP SCRWAMINGGG #OVER THUSSSSSNRBBEHE WAHHHH #im glad you like my responses ;; im trying to do her justice i just have SOOOO many thoughts about them they make me go CRAZYYHDNFB #together again.love #favorite.love #i hope you’re resting!!! i hate busy days lol. and i’m doing welll!!!!! i hope you are too despite all the hectic-ness lol

[yanderenightmare]

TW: nsfw, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, collaring, handcuffing

fem reader

Think about being a bleating little bunny hunted down by two big bad wolves…

Your fear tastes so good – layered thickly in the air – so sweet in their mouth it’s almost painful how hungry it makes them – seeped and soaked and stained on the bed where they keep you collared and leashed for their own personal use.

You drive them both wild with your aroma and all your cute little struggles where you try so adorably to shove them away and crawl out of their reach. It’s never any use, and yet you still try despite being so stupidly small beneath them – so tiny it only takes one of their hefty hands to have you completely overpowered.

But they’re as sweet as they can be – as sweet as your smaller body allows them to be when it so obviously isn’t meant to take their thicker fatter meaner cocks in its petite little holes – prepping you on tongues and big fingers until you’re as loose as you get before stuffing you with something that’s always going to be too big for you.

They have to tie your hands to something – where despite them being fruitless in their effort, they can become bothersome to leave free – often attaching them to the loop in your collar, so you keep them to yourself all cutely while they mark you with their fangs – making you into a pretty artwork with coarse fingers rubbing your perky little nipples into sore nubs.

You’re really just too cute; it’s cruel – looking up at them with those adorably big eyes and that button nose wrinkling on each little sniffle when you beg them to let you go. Lop-ears sadly framing your face – so soft in their hands and so sensitive it makes you bite your lip all preciously each time they give them a little nibble.

You sob under their touches – knees shaking – as one of them laps at your clit with a bearded chin tickling your puffy pussy-lips, gnawing some on the swollen flesh while slurping your hole. His thick and eager tongue paints through your slit again and again and again on an unrelenting repeat – similar to the eager tail whipping behind him – swallowing all your juice down – growling ferally at the maddening taste while your thighs sweetly tremble around his jaw.

Your other predator bites on the plump of your ass, leaving spotted rings in his wake. Cupping your buttcheeks – fully fitting in the palms of his mighty paws – he cards his claws into the fat and spreads them wide open for an attack on that pretty tight little ring hidden between them. You always whine so sweetly for him – your cute fluffy cottontail doing a little dance while he circles your rim with his tongue – warning you of what’s to come later in the day when he’s finally had the taunt hole fully stretched and as ready as it gets to take his fat knot.

He moans into you while thinking about it – about your cute bunny butt swallowing his meat and being blown full of his thick creampie. Going livid at the mere thought alone – his cock bobs impatiently against his happy trail while he forces restraint upon himself – knowing how if he tries splitting your poor little butt on his pole now, he’d most likely tear you in two.

Instead, he amuses himself by prodding the pretty hole with the tip of a very special golden carrot – fresh batteries turning your rim numb while he slides ring after thicker ring inside you until you close around the tuft of golden leaves at its end. Tugging on his cock impatiently, he places his head – fluffy pointy ear-down upon your belly – listening to the drums echo inside you as he turns the vibrations up high enough to feel it through your skin. 

Of course, he wants to make sure that his precious little bunny is prepped and ready before subjugating you to a good butt-fuck – being kind enough to satisfy himself with your mouth until then – making you cry and choke around his thickness, swallowing his cock down your tight throat until your little nose burrow in the dark curls around his base – watching the pretty furrow between your brows beg for air as your eyes roll back and turn white with desperation.

He lets you suck his balls as mercy once you’ve choked him down long enough – to the point you’ve lost your pretty voice – gripping one of your lop ears, he holds it tightly by the base – thinking there's nothing cuter than spitting on your chubby bunny-face while you dizzily comfort yourself by nuzzling his sack so sweetly. 

Your pussy is left alone after it’s made swollen by a handful of orgasms, but not before the abuser slaps his handiwork with a grin. He wipes his chin off your slick, then grabs your other free ear – messaging the softness as he pulls your mouth off the other’s sack and onto his cock – fucking the pocket of your cheek while you sob from their rough handlings – fearing they might just tear your poor ears off.

They both stand above you as you kneel for them by their feet, lolling your teary lips against their heavy balls – groaning as you give them all sloppy, open-mouthed kisses as they fight for space in your tiny mouth – telling you to beg for the cum stored inside while you slide you pink little tongue over them until they drip with your drool. Then, making your lip and mouth the spine of their shafts, sliding both fat manhoods between your plump lips until making you take one head at a time, licking the slit clean of slaty precum.

But more than childsplay with their cocks on your cute face, they like propping your other two holes – make you moan and cream on them – entirely obsessed with fucking you full of the two of them – pushing in so deep, they have you screaming and shaking in uncontrollable spasms as you clamp down hard around them.

It feels extra sweet when they fuck you at the same time – feeling the other through the wall separating the holes – timing their thrusts – pushing in until completely sheathed down to the base, bottomed-out with their knot swelling up inside you, pumping you full of hot cum before sloshing out – leaving you panting and twitching.

Both holes fluttering around their absence – they inspect them to see how good they have your little bunny-holes stretched – grinning at the sight of both entrances gaping for them as though they can’t wait to be taken by their big dicks – both chuckling deeply when seeing how much of their cum your tightness pushes out before they fuck it right back inside you again – completely mesmerized by the big belly bulge the two of them are making in your tiny body – taken and riveted by the thought of breeding you despite knowing that it would be impossible for you to carry either of their pups. 

None of it keeps them from emptying the full value of their balls inside you for the umpteenth time – both of them slobbering at your neck while messaging you with big hands on your tits and hips, hissing out carnivorous desires your feeble constitution doesn’t understand before they sink their teeth down hard into the soft flesh of your vulnerable neck – claiming you as both their pretty little prey and silly little mate.

BNHA – EndMight, EndHawks, BakuDeku, KiriBaku, DabiHawks, ShigaDabi

JJK – Toji x Shiu, SatoSugu

HQ – Miya twins

DS – DouAka

HxH – HisoIllu

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha #mha smut #my hero smut

[i-shall-not-show-mercy]

I just wanna see what the hell I tagged with the word dick in it.... for reasons.

#dick time #no aegisthus he's just a step dad. tell your kids your husbands a dick and they won't plot your murder #dick and jason understand the preciousness of kitchenware #odin is a dick #i thought he was calling dick dick

[whateveriwant]

The 141 watching their partner give birth

Price

Is absolutely fascinated by the process

Constantly looking down there, slack jawed, telling you, "Honey, you've got to see this"

Makes you warn him waaaay too many times to not whip out his phone and start recording such an exposed view of between your legs

Does, however, receive your permission to take pictures/videos from a more "decent" angle (ones you can actually share with your friends and families, you know)

The picture he takes of you holding your child for the very first time? Yeah, say hello to his new lockscreen

Ghost

Looks down a few times but mostly keeps his focus up by your head

Gives oodles and oodles of soft praise telling you how good you're doing, how strong you are, how he knows you can do this

Has both hands on you throughout the delivery – one holding your thigh open, the other holding your hand for support

Is completely unfazed no matter how hard you squeeze him; doesn't so much as blink even as you almost break his fingers with your death grip

The only time he lets you go is to cut the umbilical cord (and then hold your child so so preciously in his massive hands)

Gaz

Doesn't have the stomach to look, but he does manage to cut the cord

Lots of petting your hair, applying cool cloths to your neck, whispering praise/encouragement in your ear

Reminds you to breathe when you forget to (and realizes he sometimes needs the reminder too)

Finds himself getting a little choked up seeing you in such pain, but has to hold himself together for both your sakes

Maintains his composure up until he hears your child's first cries, and then it's Niagara Falls streaming down his face, tons of wet kisses pressed to your sweaty temple

Soap

You'd think being surrounded by blood and guts on the regular would have prepared him for this moment, right?

Looks down once. Passes out immediately

Poor guy goes down like a sack of bricks and has to be dragged out of the way by a couple of nurses

Doesn't come to until after the birth is over, and is so incredibly apologetic/embarrassed/disappointed when he realizes what happened

But once he finally lays eyes on your child, he's lighting up like he just won the lottery and is smothering you both with all the love he has to offer

#john price x reader #captain john price x reader #captain price x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #soap x reader #john price #simon riley #kyle garrick #john mactavish #tf 141 x reader #cod x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #modern warfare 2

[disastrqueer]

everytime I get called 'precious' or 'innocent' because of my asexuality and peoples misunderstandings, I end up more and more driven by spite to prove people wrong

#like thanks for your aphobia #*acephobia #like idc if its a joke or not but pls shut the fuck up #like innocence and preciousness have no correlation with asexuality #and if you connect my sex repulsion with that than you only see a tiny part of asexuality #aka misunderstand like everything of what being asexual can mean #asexual #also dont ask me what the spite drives me to do except be an angry queer

[yuwuta]

*TEST DRIVE — YUUTA OKKOTSU

❝I WILL NEVER LEAVE BY YOUR SIDE, DON’T YOU KNOW YOU GOT A RIDE OR DIE

pairings. okkotsu/reader, uhhh implied maki/nobara and sort of itadori/fushiguro but that’s not so important for now

warnings, themes. non-curse/modern au, marriage of convenience au, i thought long and hard about who would fit this trope best and all i can say is that i didn’t really pick just one in the end, so if this spirals in a wedding/marriage playlist, you’ve been warned, um… sort of implied possessive behavior on yuuta’s end but it’s only teased for now :)

word count. 2.5k i can yap about him all day

playing. test drive/ariana grande, going crazy/exo, heart of glass/blondie, idea/taemin, tipsy/chloe x halle 

“I just heard the funniest joke from Inumaki,” Nobara says, welcoming herself into your apartment. You’re not surprised, and continue with your dessert preparations. Yuuji, to your left, spares her a wave, before going back to diligently preparing the vegetables. 

Maki is the only one to respond by turning slightly in her seat to raise an eyebrow at Nobara when she walks up to the island, “Since when do you think Toge is funny?” 

“Not usually,” Nobara admits, taking the neighboring open seat. She crosses her arms atop the counter, and squints at you, “But he surprised me this time.”

Your eyes fidget to Maki, who seems equally confused by Nobara’s unnerving stare, then to Yuuji, who appears none the wiser, because he happily chirps, “Well, I wanna hear it! Tell us, Kugisaki!”

“He said that it was soooo kind of you to share your anniversary date with Yuuta and have us all over for dinner,” Nobara drawls, “Then I got confused, of course—but then I thought, ‘Maybe they’re secretly together and I just didn’t know. Wouldn’t be a huge surprise.’”

You flinch at that, “What do you mean that wouldn’t be a huge sur—”

“This is the funniest part, though,” Nobara squints, “He said that you’re actually married, and he meant that today is your wedding anniversary. He was pretty convincing, though. He’s very committed to the bit—even challenged me to ask you at dinner, but I figured I’d straighten it out now,” she drawls, reaching over to steal a cucumber slice from Yuuji’s station, “You’re not actually married to Yuuta, right?”

You pause, for too long. Maki’s disbelief shifts from Nobara to you, morphing into a threatening glare that makes you chuckle nervously. Yuuji keeps turning his head between you and Nobara, waiting for one of you to crack. 

It’s not her. “Okay… define married,” you mumble.

Nobara all but jumps across the island, standing up and slamming her palms on the counter top. “What do you mean ‘define married’—there’s only one definition!” Yuuji frantically sweeps his preciously sliced vegetables out of her range. “You’re either married to Okkotsu or you’re not, which is it?” 

You pause again. Too long this time. 

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Maki says, “It’s true? Toge says that shit all the time, how he can ‘still hear wedding bells’ when you two are around. Oh, I’m going to be sick.”

“Wait, you’re married?” Yuuji quips, “Since when? You should have told me, I would have gotten you a present!”

“Okay, okay—enough!” you yell, taking a step back, “It’s… true, but it’s not what you think. Yuuta and I are legally married, but we’re not together together.”

Nobara reaches to flick you on the forehead, “What the hell does that mean?” 

“It means, we’re married on paper only,” you explain, strategically placing your knife in the sink, far out of Maki and Nobara’s reach. 

“Say more words,” Maki demands, “Now.” 

You sigh. Even Yuuji has paused his preparations, blinking at you with those big, wide eyes, and you know for sure there’s no way out of this now. 

“It happened four years ago. I—”

Despite being the one who asked you to say more, Maki is the first to cut you off, incredulous, “Four years? You’ve been married to that beanstalk for four years and neither one of you twigs thought to mention it?” 

“Maki, let her finish,” Yuuji pitches in for you, reaching a comforting hand out to your shoulder, “Maybe she was dying and needed Okkotsu-senpai to sign her insurance papers so the government didn’t sweep her away! I saw that in a K-Drama once,” he smiles proudly. Nobara pinches her face in disgust, immediately refuting and calling Yuuji an idiot for believing everything he sees on TV. 

“Honestly, that’s not too far off. I’m not dying—and neither is Yuuta,” you hastily correct the worried faces peering at you, “But he was sick as a kid, and long story short is something got fucked up with his insurance when his parents died. It wasn’t a big deal, at first, but it spiraled into a bunch of issues, the biggest being the threat of taking his parents’ house away from him.”

Nobara pulls back, crossing her arms. “Why didn’t Gojo just do something then? That idiot has more than enough money to spare for some petty hospital bill, even with twenty years of interest.” 

“He did,” you assure her, “But then the house became its own problem. His parents didn’t leave the deed in his name, and the community board tried to say that Yuuta had no assets and wasn’t a favored candidate for their neighborhood, even if he was their son.” 

“That’s bullshit,” Maki interjects. 

“Yeah, totally not fair,” Yuuji pouts, “That’s his dead parents’ house and they wanted him to prove himself?” 

“Pretty much,” you sigh, “Basically marriage is something that helped prove his eligibility… plus some doctored philanthropic donations on Gojo’s end, and letters of recommendation from Shoko and her co-workers.” 

Nobara tuts her bottom lip out. “I don’t know, I’m not buying it.” 

“No, it makes sense. I’m sure by now all his parents’ neighbors are a bunch of uptight, old heads who didn’t want some kid throwing parties nearby,” Maki argues, “But once they hear he’s a young, married, nurse with a side hustle in philanthropy, I’m sure those geezers welcomed him with open arms. Sounds like some shit my family would do, too.” 

Nobara hums, factoring in Maki’s evaluation. “Okay fine. Yuuta marries you, he gets his parents’ house back and probably commits insurance fraud too,” she settles, “But what about you?—You said this was mutually beneficial, so what did you get out of it?” 

You probably should talk to Yuuta about revealing all the details of your marriage to your friends, but you knew it was bound to happen sooner or later. Yuuta’s parents’ death and the issues that came along with it weren’t a secret at the time, but your problems are something you kept private. It’s a miracle you’ve gone this long under the radar, and you know Nobara isn’t going anywhere with unanswered questions. 

“Permanent residency status,” you tell her, “Yuuta’s a citizen, so in marrying him, all my problems about finding a job in six weeks after graduation disappeared.” 

“But… you got a job?” Yuuji questions, head tilted. 

“Yeah, eventually, but I didn’t know I would, and it was either take that chance, or be forced to go back home, and my time was running out,” you reveal, twiddling your thumbs together, “Look, I would have said something at the time, but everyone had their own shit to deal with after graduation. I would have asked any one of you to marry me, but I knew Yuuta was the only one with a reason to say yes.” 

The kitchen falls quiet as the news sits with your friends. Nobara and Maki’s stern disbelief slowly morphs into empathy, and Yuuji’s bright eyes grow steely with concentration as he pieces your story together. 

Then he springs up, “Wait, I totally would have married you, senpai!” 

You laugh, a lightness easing its way back into the room. “Thanks, Yuuji,” you lean to give him a kiss on the cheek, but you’re met with Nobara’s outstretched palm instead. 

“Nuh-uh. Just because I think this marriage is insane doesn’t mean that I condone adultery.” 

“It’s not adultery. I told you, Yuuta and I are married on paper only—he’s free to date and kiss whomever he pleases, and so am I,” You roll your eyes, pushing her hand away and giving Yuuji a kiss anyway, which he happily accepts, sticking his tongue out in mockery at Nobara.

Maki scoffs, “Are we sure that Yuuta knows that?” 

“Of course he knows that.”

“So then why hasn’t he dated anyone?” Maki presses, eyes lowering into a teasing glare. 

“I don’t know,” you shrug, “Who Yuuta does or doesn’t date isn’t really my business.” 

Nobara pulls at her hair, “Yes it is. You’re his wife.” 

“His contractual wife,” you correct. 

“Contractual?” 

“Wait—have Yuuta and Toge not totally kissed on several drunk, or am I the only one who saw that?” Yuuji interjects.

“No, that was you and Fushiguro,” Nobara says, “And nobody cares about you two right now.” 

You put a hand on Yuuji’s shoulder, “I care about you, Yuuji. Please, tell us about your drunk escapades with our dear Megumi.” 

“Save it, Itadori,” Maki cuts in, crushing Yuuji’s bright demeanor, “You and Yuuta are way more pathetic. Keep talking.” 

“Since when do you even like to gossip?” 

“Since she met me,” Nobara gleams, proudly, “Now, keep going.” 

You give Yuuji an apologetic glance before continuing, “I just mean that by the end of this year, Yuuta and I can get amicably divorced without raising any suspicion. Our marriage can’t be contested as a sham, I’ll be eligible for citizenship and housing on my own, and all will be well.” 

It’s quiet again, for a moment. You bite your lip in anticipation. Ultimately, you knew that none of your friends would judge you and Yuuta for what you did, but it wasn’t exactly normal to marry your friends for legal benefits, and then hide your marital status from almost everyone you knew. Still, this conversation was going about as well as it could, until Maki starts laughing. 

Her laughter starts off quiet, then grows gradually, until it becomes concerning. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Maki actually laugh before—a few amused grunts, and occasional drunk giggles, yes, but full-on, blown laughter is a first. It’s scary, and as you glance at Nobara and Yuuji, you’re clearly not the only one worried. 

“You actually believe that he doesn’t feel anything for you—that’s rich,” she says through laughter, clutching her stomach, “God help you if you think you can just divorce him. You two are so fucked, you deserve each other.”

“Wait, speaking of rich, did you sign a prenup? Isn’t Yuuta totally loaded now that he’s a nurse and related to Gojo—I also don’t think that you’ll be able to divorce him that easily, but if you kill him, you could be an instant millionaire,” Nobara reasons. 

“That’s so shallow!” Yuuji exclaims, “Also, I’m a nurse, and I wouldn’t say I’m loaded.” 

“That’s because you’re not cute like Yuuta,” Nobara mocks, “If you were, then you’d make the big bucks.” 

“I’m cute!” Yuuji cries, turning to you, “I’m cute, right?” 

You reach to pat his head, “Yes, Yuuji, you’re very cute. And perfectly well off enough. Yuuta works inhumane hours for his money, don’t be like him.” 

“Itadori, you make, like, quadruple what the average person makes,” Maki reminds him, “You just spend it all just as quickly.” 

Nobara scoffs, “Which he can afford to do because he’s a nepotism baby.” 

“You just said I was poor and ugly, and now I’m a nepotism baby? Pick a story, Kugisaki!”

“I don’t have to pick shit. Nanami-san sponsors your entire life, and enables your bad spending habits,” she huffs, “Yuuta’s a nepotism nurse, too. In fact, you both make me sick.” 

“Okay, then by that logic Fushiguro is also a nepotism baby!”

“Well, duh. He’s, like, the poster child for nepotism babies all around the world.” 

You drown out Nobara and Yuuji’s argument, mulling over Maki’s words instead. Did she mean to imply that Yuuta would make your divorce difficult on purpose?—you don’t see why; Yuuta doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body, and it wouldn’t serve him any purpose. You didn’t sign a prenup, but you would never argue ownership over any of his assets, and you know that Yuuta knows that; he’d already given you so much, you would never try to take anything from him. 

In fact, getting divorced would only open more doors for him. You don’t know if Yuuta hasn’t dated in the past four years out of some lingering loyalty to your marriage, but if that was the case, then you don’t want to stand in his way for any longer than necessary, and you especially don’t want him to grow to resent you for it. He would no longer be unnecessarily bound to you; he’d be free, legally, to carry on with his life—you would be the only one indebted to him for his boundless kindness. 

Truthfully, you hadn’t thought much of your divorce throughout your marriage. You knew that after five years, you could get divorced without consequence, but you hadn’t pictured how that would go. The thought of it somehow messing with your relationship to Yuuta, and your mutual friendships makes your head hurt. Maybe you should have married Yuuji instead. 

“Are you kidding, Yuuta would have mauled him,” Nobara chuckles, “Plus he would have lost his childhood home.” You blink. Guess you said that last part out loud. 

Her words spark more bickering between her and Itadori, and this time you turn to Maki. It was evident that she was just as much in the dark as anybody else about your secret marriage, but, still, it seemed like she knew something that you didn’t. 

“Maki, does... you said I think that Yuuta doesn’t feel anything—then what does he feel?” 

Maki blinks, then shakes her head, “You clearly don’t know who you married. That’s for you and your husband to work out.” She continues, this time that same wicked laughter is back, “Just know that whatever your plan for divorce was, it’s not going to be that easy. Yuuta is stupid, clearly, but he’s not that dumb. At least, I hope not.” 

You pout, shoulders slumping. That was about the most cryptic and least comforting response a person could give, but you shouldn’t have expected more from Maki. Luckily, Yuuji moves to give your shoulders a comforting rub, forgoing Nobara’s exclamations of him being a homewrecking harlot. 

At this point, you can’t tell if their arguing or your overthinking is causing your headache. Maybe you should cancel this group dinner all together; there’s no way you and Yuuta won’t be the topic of conversation all night, and you’re not exactly looking forward to pairing Maki’s mystic messages with Toge’s public humiliation, unless you start consuming liquor now. 

Deciding that’s the best plan of action, you turn to your cupboards to reach for a bottle of wine, pawning off popping the cork to Maki when your phone buzzes, catching your attention. 

It’s a text from Yuuta, similar to one you’ve received on this day every day, for the past four years, with something a little extra tacked on this year. 

from: yuuta 🌟 — happy anniversary (and i’m not just saying that because the feds are watching) (＾∇＾) — cheers to us, and many more! 🖤

#tldr; this is all toge's fault lmfaoooooo #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #yuuta x reader #yuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta smut #yuuta fluff #jjk scenarios #jjk imagines #jjk smau #jjk fanfic #gojo x reader #gojo smut

[gremlingottoosilly]

Can't help thinking about emperor könig cockwarming his empress in meetings. Her dress covers what he's doing to her but everyone knows the emperor is burying his cock deep inside his empress as he discusses invasion plans.

Everyone knows why you would be here. An empress only in name - you're nothing but a regent, a cute trophy for a display of power he has over his subjects. No one dares to accuse him of being inappropriate - he is the emperor. If he wants to flip his wife on her back and fuck her like a common whore, he has all the properties to do just that. If he wants to force her on her knees and make her satisfy every member of the council, she would have to go on her pretty knees and put her mouth to work. Honestly, the emperor is being very appropriate about this. He pushes one hand to your mouth so you won't make too much noise, he only makes you cockwarm him - he doesn't even fuck you on all the maps and plans, he values his expansion campaign to other countries. Of course, you, the empress, don't like it too much - his cock is big, too big, you can't get used to it even after so much time spend with him inside of you. He is constantly whispering lewd comments in your ear, making you even more embarrassed to be here. You'd ask for him to stop bringing you to the council meetings, but then he will have this horrible condescending smile on his lips, talking about just how preciously dumb you are, how terribly adorable you are while being too shy to even show your face to his servants...so instead, you endure his passion for you, with your legs spread open and your voice trying to conceal moans and little whimpers. He is tearing apart your royal underwear, the tailors are forcing to suppress their smiles as you blush and ask them to make even more - you'd make your own stitches, but the state of the fabric is too destroyed to even try to salvage it. Good thing he at least isn't ruining your dresses...mostly.

#cod #konig x reader #konig #yandere konig #emperor!konig