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realitybitesyouknowit · 3 months

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Chapters: 37/37 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hedwig & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Walburga Black & Kreacher, Theodore Nott & Harry Potter, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom & Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood & Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Hedwig (Harry Potter), Sirius Black, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, minor OCs, Portrait Walburga Black, Kreacher (Harry Potter), Bathilda Bagshot, Theodore Nott, Winky | Crouch Family House-Elf, Dobby (Harry Potter), Gellert Grindelwald Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rituals, Study of Ancient Runes (Harry Potter), Arithmancy (Harry Potter), Morally Grey Harry Potter, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, The actual house, The Dark Arts (Harry Potter), Harry Potter is a Little Shit, Retelling, Past Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Canon Rewrite, Torture, Animal Sacrifice Series: Part 1 of There Is Hope For Us Summary:

After two years of murder attempts and terrible summers, ominous letters from the Ministry and adults who act like they care but never actually do anything, Harry decides to grab the basilisk by the horns. In the few weeks he has before school begins, Harry learns more about himself, his family, and his role in the magical world. When third year starts, he just hopes he's ready.

[A canon retelling starting in PoA through DH, with a Harry that's just a bit more perceptive, a Sirius with changed priorities, and a caring Theo]

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skrunksthatwunk · 1 year

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yesterday i was talking with my friend who reads a lotta kindle unlimited het romance novels (ok girl live your truth) and apparently the sports romance market is like 80% about hockey players and she was like "I wonder why that is" and i, a little too fast and a little too loud, went

oh it's the violence for sure

and then had to pretend that was a conclusion i came to from a place of cold impersonal logic and worldly wisdom and not literally anything having to do with me as a person

#like. i still think im right but way to trip and show my hand yknow #straight girls can get a little hockey-man blood smeared on the protective glass as a treat #sorry guys but im an rgg fan!! vaguely to distinctly eroticized violence is like 70% of the fan AND canon content out there #you learn to see it and cheer it on like a young bird in flight #but also i was like that looong before i was into rgg lmao #no omg wait the other day i offered to fistfight my buddy bc he was losin it a bit and i thought it'd help #and then i had to backpedal bc i remembered im saving putting these dukes up for marriage so to speak #also important to know that i didnt even let novel girl finish her sentence like. get it together #also also we were talking pretty loudly already but i was facing out towards the class (thus projecting my voice)#which means i got the distinct pleasure of watching people turn around to glance at me as i tried to explain my thought process past #'unga bunga fighting hot'#which i failed to do of course #not as cripplingly embarrassing as one might think for some reason. i think it's because im right #not a revolutionary take ofc but the kneejerk nature of it was a bit too suspicious for my tastes #funny though #just realized this post implies i am a luster-afterer of hockey players and thats not true. but they do beat the shit outta each other #and THATS the good shit

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rosicheeks · 9 months

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hey, i know covid sucks right now, but it’ll get better ok? maybe read a book you’ve been meaning to read, get plenty to eat and drink, and take care of yourself above all. i wish i could be there to hold you and take care of you while you’re sick, but you’re always in my thoughts. and i wish it was under better circumstances, but i hope you know: i’m happy to see you on my dash again. i missed you a lot.

-🌸

#^^^ me and you 🥺🥺#thank you so much for everything #you are such a sweetheart I can’t handle it!!!#all of your encouraging and heart warming asks mean the world to me #truly #like I’ve said before even if I don’t reply every single ask means so much to me #whenever I see the 🌸 I always feel warmth and love 🥰#maybe I’ll try to read a book!#I’m definitely one of those girlies who has a billion books cause I love books but my attention span sometimes doesn’t let me read #so maybe this will be the perfect time to get back into reading!#I was thinking about doing some of my paint by number painting that I’m doing for my dad #but idk if that’s the best idea???#sounds super dumb and I know it’s probably my anxiety and germaphobia and all that bullshit #but will covid get onto the painting if I paint while I’m sick?????#sounds so so dumb but my mind keeps going there hahaha #awwww you’re so cute 🥰#yes I was taking a break because of that anon but I also was on my family trip for the past week and i had absolutely no free time #even at night I would try and scroll for a second and before I knew it I would pass out #I missed you too my little 🌸🥺#I really hope you’re doing alright!#I’m sending you all my love and hugs 🤗#ask #🌸 anon

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jackgoodfellow · 2 years

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MORE PROGRESS SHOTS BABYYYYY

[WIP]

#these are out of order #drawfee #Drawtectives #truebeans #Jancy true #day 4 of my musculature and nervous system being totally fucked but today was a lot better #wip #i can't decide exactly what i want joe to say in each panel #look at that fucking nose I'm so proud of that dang nose #suggestions for dialogue are welcome but i cannot guarantee I'll use it i will just be happy to hear it lol #just more fuel for this gay little fire #i fucking freehanded all these hands! i have been practicing a LOT these past couple years #and i still need to be faster but i have come so far and that rules #like i am actually a good enough artist now that it is at the level i need it to be for a graphic novel! fucking amazing!#the catch is that it will take me 30 years to complete so. yeah i gotta gO FAST #the only thing for it is practice and study but luckily I'm gay and autistic so that's gonna happen anyway #the learning goal of this comic is experimenting with simplified color schemes and a simplified pencil art style #except I totally got carried away and the art style is actually way more detailed than if I had just used a normal pen tool #it is a super satisfying way to draw though so it's a win-win #so excited to be done house sitting at the end of the week and then never leave my apartment to go on a trip ever again #or at least not for a hot minute #I worked really hard to set up my desk at home and I have never before so longed for the cold comforting glow of my huion tablet

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skywitchmaja · 2 years

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hold the phone

well thank youuuu ms bailey meyers <33

#normally this meme feels kinda redundant to me bc obviouuuusly you have to learn something SOMEwhere like we are not omniscient #& when ur out of school people usually don’t make conversation with random fun facts (but ppl who DO share random fun facts are very cool😎)#and the original context is like. gayle learns walruses suck the skin of a seal in national geographic which is like okay weird but #where ELSE would you expect to learn facts about arctic wildlife? that is the first place i would expect to find arctic wildlife facts #ANYwayyy i have become the thing i used to scroll past and maybe roll my eyes at because i genuinely did not expect #to take a trip on the information superhighway from goosedrunks->mark twain-> sleater-kinney #that’s like one of my.. well not favorite bc i only listen to it when i want to go a little crazy but yes favorite actually of their songs #i swear i’ve looked it up on lyric genius before even??? did i forget????

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teddybeirin · 1 year

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I cannot sleep at all ;w;

#it has not fully settled in but i think it will just take a long long time #i keep expecting something bad even though i am so comfortable here #it isnt even a present time feeling i dont think #i am afraid even though there is now distance.. the little one does not feel the distance maybe #does not realize. it has not fully sank in because not every part is aware of #the present. and then on top of that this is just so much #after everything i am okay only because other people made it so. and somehow it feels as if it could reach back #and touch the past. i am okay because other people made it so. a loop has finally been closed #that i didnt even realize was left open. i cant say i dont understand why i was so avoidant of asking #for help or needing help because 'if i need what i cant have im doomed either way why bother it hurts' was understandable #coming from that kind of nightmareish perfect storm. it feels like a nightmare now #that i have just woken up from. it doesnt feel real even though i am trying to hold onto at least #that i still need to go to therapy even if 'well *I* am not [part] so that never happened to me go away' is taking hold again #with more denial being even easier because now nothing bad is happening currently to me #what a trip. there was always fear and now its absence causes it somehow #there was always fear. and i was so obsessed with death because it was a comfort to at least get to know what i felt so close to me always #and now its breath is off my neck and only because people have been kind. it was not for any of my struggling on my own #all of that aside from what kept me alive was really fruitless. i have always needed others. it feels really strange #to say that now looking back at how i managed despite having no-one but it was not like the need was not there #it was even worse for being so totally unfulfilled. this is all so strange #some part of me feels afraid that the only way something this good could happen is if we are about to die #but i think that is a little silly. and it is so lovely to be able to say to the younger selves that it has gotten better #and they can be here with me where it is better. and nobody will hurt us anymore and it is safe and they are loved and every single wish #has been granted. it sounds so corny to say it that way but it really feels like it is so miraculous as to be impossible - if not for #experiencing it id have never believed this possible. that we can be safe at least from those harms #that time was all nothing.. it was nothing. 22 years full of barely anything worth living up til a few months that changed every single #thing. every single thing. how did i even live? it feels like breathing air for the first time #i have gone my whole life without feeling this and now i think i dont know how i ever made it through #but oh my god i am so glad i did #i am so glad i did.

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astronauticaly · 1 year

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i really like names

#idk i like.#when talking to people and they say my name #it makes me feel more of a specific Entity than just a Friend yknow??????#im gonna take a nap now but if you ever wonder why i use names so much in conversation its bc of that kinda #names r great i love how its human nature to name things #ourselves children pets #and especially inanimate objects and stuff. like how sweet is it that we love so much we'll name our favorite potted plants. or stuffed #animals or computers or trinkets or anything #also like how every place has a name. some official names and some only one person knows #like how in arizona the sidewalk by my friends house we called snap crackle pop avenue #because we'd constantly trip there while skating #and nobody else walking past that little street knows it as that! they just know the street sign #sniffs i just love love. i love how people express it in naming.

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mishtershpock · 19 days

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#not gonna comment much bc it’s my birthday and i’m going on a trip with my friends woo #but wowza. what the fuck #eddie diaz i could never ever ever hate you. but damn are they trying to make me hate SOMETHING #my initial reaction was: what the fuck are they doing to his character. this isn’t MY eddie #but i’ve seen some takes from people smarter than me and. i can kinda see the vision #about grief and trauma and romanticising his past. and how it’s all gonna blow up in his face #i fucking hope it does. i hope it goes horribly. love you eddie <3 #the journos were right. i too am ‘interested’ to see where this goes #if by ‘interested’ you mean confused and a little disappointed. hopeful they’ll fix his character #but sadly this will always be a stain on him now. already seeing people talk shit about him (more than normal) which is great. thanks tim #we’ll see #anyway i gotta get ready for my birthday trip! bye! (love you eddie)

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cinnabeat · 7 months

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and i almost forgot my charger

#not a great start to my week #vaguely unrelated but my moms going on a trip next week and she'll be gone for a month #and for the past few weeks shes neen telling ME (who does not live in the house anymore technically) abt all the housekeeping things i need #to keep an eye on and idk im kinda mad abt it #like my dad is right there who SHOULD be the one to do housekeeping and shit #except we both know he wont so its up to me #and like ill do it to the best of my ability (re: if i remember) but its just so unfair #gotta take my little brother to school gotta watch for groceries hotta pay attention to bills #gotta feed the cats gotta make sure my little brother does homework #gotta change the litter box in two weeks gotta order food for the cats soon #most likely have to cook for fucking everyone bc my dads useless #im usually pretty chill with my dad but this year hes been particularly useless and its irritating the hell out of me #michi tag #ok rant over #im fine now teehee #pls imagine that in the most emotionless tone imaginable

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broodsys · 8 months

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stinkbugs <3 window screens

#ive had... four? land on my window in the past couple of hours #makes sense tho. easy grip. in the sun. enjoy little buddy.#take ur well earned break.#just dont come in thru any of the big holes in my screen #bc then ill have to put u in smth and take u back outside #and u wont enjoy that trip too much!

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suguann · 10 days

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tags. fem!reader, boss/employee relationship, stupidly domestic, little wife kink in there somewhere, nanny reader, single dad gojo, breeding kink [18+ only]

You sometimes find yourself wistfully imagining having a family of your own—a soft and sweet little bundle to cuddle and someone strong and capable (competent) at your side. But you can’t think of the last time you’ve been on a date where that person had the same interest in something more serious than casually sleeping around.

Nannying seemed like the natural conclusion, especially when you’re still settling in a new city and barely scraping by for rent and student loans for a degree you don’t use.

You pick up a few jobs just to get a feel for it: parents going away for a honeymoon, a last-minute call-in, a weekend business trip. Then a friend of a friend says she makes enough to afford one of those picturesque apartments that overlook tall high-rises and iridescent lights, the very ones you’ve dog-eared in real-estate magazines.

All it takes are a few phone calls and an interview until you’re packing up your apartment and taking the freeway outside of the city to somewhere remote and expensive, your car looking almost out of place parked beside the shiny new one in the long driveway.

You rap on the front door before you lose your nerve, and a few moments later, it opens, and you’re unsure who looks more out of place: this man with a smile too big, dressed for work, immaculate suit dampened by the baby rag slung over his shoulder and what looks like drool on his crisp collar, or you in your scuffed shoes and second-hand store clothes, standing in front of the nicest house you’ve ever seen.

“The nanny?”

“Yes,” you mutter, licking your lips. “That’s me.”

“Good, Ren just woke up from his nap,” he says, opening the door a little wider with a creak. The darkness behind him is almost comforting.

You take a deep breath and pass over the threshold into his home.

The entire time, his hand stays on the small of your back to steer you toward the nursery, and a shiver threatens up the length of your spine.

Three months. That’s how long it takes before your employer poses a problem.

It’s not that he’s a terrible boss; in fact, he’s quite the opposite. He lets you take over one of the many spare rooms in his massive house, pays you double the regular rate, and gives you time off when you ask for it.

It also helps that Ren is cute, only a year old, and still so sweet and tiny.

Perfect.

The problem lies in that you know what he sounds like first thing in the morning, that he knows how you like your coffee, that he helps you fold laundry in the living room while the baby naps, how you catch him staring anytime you hold his son—his expression shuttered, a foreign thing that you can’t read. It’s all so terribly domestic.

Terrible in that you think it’s a horrible idea to develop a crush on your boss, that you can’t help but get flustered anytime he so much as looks your way, even if it’s fleeting. How a sleepy smile before he retires to his room for the night can turn your thoughts into a scattered, ill-defined mess of what they used to be until all that’s left are words like spun sugar melting on your tongue.

But also, it’s not normal, at least not from your experience.

You were lucky in the past if your employer even wanted to know about their kid’s day. Barely saying hello once they walk through the front door before sending money to your bank account.

Satoru—because that’s what he asked you to call him one afternoon while you were in the middle of feeding Ren mashed banana, a lazy smile curling the edges of his lips after you say it for the first time—wants to know everything: what Ren ate, if he laughed, how your day was, if you finally got your hands on that book you’ve been meaning to buy.

“You don’t have to ask about my day,” you tell him shyly, accepting the glass of wine he proffers you after spending the past hour trying to put a teething baby to bed. “To make me feel better, that is.”

“Would it be so bad if I said I want to? You live here, too.”

You try to separate the two: that he cares as your employer and not for any other reason, and how you sometimes catch the soft look in his eye whenever he looks at you could make you believe otherwise.

Cool fingers cup your chin gently, thumb caressing the top of your cheek, now close enough that you catch a few of the warm notes of his cologne, a move that’s probably very inappropriate between a boss and an employee.

“I never say anything I don’t mean.”

You swallow, nodding, slightly shaky, breath caught in your chest. “Okay.”

“Good girl.” He retreats to his office before witnessing how those two words knock the wind out of you.

He starts saying things like our shopping list, our car—because he gave you the keys to the SUV parked beside his car and hasn’t touched it since; for you and the baby, he said, plus it’s terrible on gas when I drive it to work—our house, our baby. You don’t think he means to do it; it's more of an easy slip in conversation.

But then, one morning, he’s rushing around the kitchen, hair still damp and smelling like his shampoo, as he grabs his coffee and briefcase from the counter, kissing Ren’s forehead first…and then yours.

You’re half convinced that you imagined it—that his lips hadn’t stayed there for a second longer than necessary—until he straightens his tie and heads out for the day with a ‘be good’ tossed over his shoulder, and you’re left wondering if he meant to say that to you or Ren.

It sets off a chain reaction of thoughts whirling away in your head, leaves you wanting and wondering—only ever allowing yourself to fantasize a little when the house is quiet and dark, the baby monitor humming on your nightstand, and images of your boss flit behind closed eyelids as you fit your hand underneath your soft sleep shorts.

In the morning, you worry he can tell what you did, his smile almost too sharp, too something—more teasing than what you’re used to—his hand resting on your lower back as he leans down to kiss Ren’s chubby cheek while you make breakfast.

“I have a meeting this afternoon, so I’ll be late. Want me to pick up some food on the way home?”

No, you think, there’s no way he knows.

You spend most of the morning cleaning and folding the array of graphic onesies Satoru has a penchant for dressing Ren in, and the later half walking around the pool because it’s warm and Ren enjoys splashing around in the water. It’s enough to tucker him out for bed early, unable to keep his eyes open while eating a plate of mashed potatoes.

It’s also the first time in weeks that you have the night to yourself, no baby keeping you busy, no Satoru to—well.

After a long shower, you step out of the bathroom, moving into the hallway. And there are many reasons why you felt confident walking the few steps it took to reach your bedroom. Most revolve around what Satoru told you that morning, so you don’t expect him to be standing there, shirtsleeves rolled up, piercing gaze sliding down the length of you wrapped in a towel and little else.

“I brought home those drunken noodles you like,” he says when his eyes focus back on your face, his whole expression softening into a smile.

A beat. “Thank you,” you whisper, unable to look away.

He tucks the wet strands of hair clinging to your cheek behind your ear. “Why don’t you get dressed, and I’ll join you downstairs?”

The noise in your brain goes static.

You’re unsure what causes it, but everything changes when he comes home early one afternoon and finds you and the baby napping in the nursery. He has this soft look on his face and something else you can’t decipher with his piercing blue eyes settled firmly on you.

Ren coos softly into your shoulder.

When Satoru picks him up and settles him in the crib, then walks you to your room—here, let me help you—and when he hovers in your doorway, you let him in without question.

He doesn’t waste any time peeling off your clothes, eager to have you naked and splayed out underneath him. You cum on his tongue more times than you can count until you’re silently begging him to fuck you.

He laughs, large hands spread over your tummy.

“Use your words, baby. I’m not a mind reader.”

You feel like you’re someone else watching you from somewhere else, another body rocking against the length of your boss’s cock, back arching every time you manage to find the friction you need. He’s hard against your back, thick in a way that makes you wonder if he did enough to stretch you out.

“I-I want—”

All other thoughts are obliterated by the stretch and press of him against your cunt.

“Think I’m going to keep you,” he rasps, lips dragging over your throat. “Keep this drippy little cunt spread open on my desk whenever I want while the baby naps. Would you like that? For me to fuck you full until you give me a baby.”

You clench, nerves shot.

“Gonna get all round with my baby, stay here forever,” he mumbles when he draws away, and you can’t tell if the words are meant for you to hear or slip out without him realizing. “Fuck—breed my little wife until it takes—”

Your eyes roll up, lost in the little promises he paints across your skin, body shivering over and over until you’re sobbing from it until he has to clamp a hand down over your mouth—shh, you’re going to wake the baby—going limp when he finally cums, pressing as deep as your body will allow, as if he can somehow imprint himself there.

Wonders if maybe he’s been building up to this moment all along.

It’s so easy to lay there after, blissed out while he litters kisses across your face and collarbones, letting him lift your hips up to slide a pillow underneath, even though the position is awkward when he tries to cuddle you afterward.

His fingers draw shapes on your stomach, giving you a wistful look, like he can’t believe he’s laying here with his cum still dripping between your thighs—no matter how many times he scoops it up and pushes it back inside you. “Do you think it’ll take?”

And you don’t have the heart to tell him about the little foil packet of pills tucked away in your nightstand.

#gojo x reader #gojo smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x you #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #.things i write

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yandere-daydreams · 2 months

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tw - unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior, somnophilia, implied non/con, mentions of knots.

Puppy!Yuuta, who catches your eye the second you step into the shelter, despite the fact that he’s not at all what you were looking for. You need a service animal, and as cruel as it feels to say, hybrids of undeterminable origins with less-than-stellar past homes aren’t known to be very consistent, let alone trainable when it comes to such a high-stakes job. You were supposed to meet a pure-bred, highly recommended husky hybrid whose previous owner was no longer able to take care of him, but it was over for you as soon as you saw those big, dark, watery eyes – nearly hidden entirely by overgrown hair and jet-black ears that seemed to droop even lower whenever you threatened to look away from him. You’re already a lost cause by the time you ask a shelter employee for his name, and the paperwork’s signed within the hour. He leaves with you the same day, eyes on the ground and tail wagging a mile a minute.

Puppy!Yuuta, who was always meant to be someone's spoiled pet. He's shy, at first, scared to talk too loudly or cling too tightly or do anything that'll get him sent back to the shelter (no matter how clear you make it that that's a non-option), but it only takes him a few days to warm up to you, a couple weeks to come out of his shell, just under a month to start sleeping in your bed and trailing you around your apartment. He almost trips over himself when you ask if he'd like to wear a collar, and soon enough, he's more akin to a second-shadow than a dog. He does have some aggression issues, particularly when it comes to human men, but he's an angel with other hybrids, and when he bows his head and pouts, you really can't help but forgive him. With a life like the one he must've had, you can't really blame him for being so quick to bear his teeth.

Puppy!Yuuta, who's more than ecstatic when you mention still needing a service animal. He might not be qualified on paper, sure, but he's already constantly at your side, constantly worrying about you - it'd just feel wrong to go out and get another hybrid for a job Yuuta is more than capable of. He says he likes that idea of being able to take care of you, too - like you take care of him. You want to ask him not to be so sappy, to think of a slightly less sentimental way to say it, but when he's so happy and so, so proud of himself, it's hard to be even that strict.

Puppy!Yuuta, who cums untouched the first time you comb your fingers through his hair. You don't seem to notice, and he does his best to hide his face in your lap, to bite back the little, pathetic whimpers that crawl up his throat whenever you scratch at the base of his ears. He doesn't want to scare you, to be so needy so suddenly when you've been so kind.

Puppy!Yuuta, whose one and only flaw is that he can't seem to stop riffling through your dirty laundry. He can't be left alone for more than an hour without stealing one of your oldest, most threadbare shirts or worse, claiming a pair of your underwear as his newest chew-toy. You really should chastise him for it, but it's such an awkward thing to talk about, and he has such a sweet face - it's hard to believe he could ever do anything deliberately wrong. You've resigned yourself to just trying to limit the damage and salvage the less damaged items, even if those mysterious stains are a little hard to get out.

Puppy!Yuuta, who wishes he didn't have such a big, bulky knot. It's too thick and too heavy and seems to swell up whenever he gets even a little hard. If he didn't have a knot, he'd be able to actually thrust into you, rather than just fucking his fist over your sleeping body and imagining how tight you'd be, how pretty you'd look, how nice it would be to make you feel as warm and as soft as he feels because of you. He does what he can with his tongue, but you don't seem to like waking up with his saliva soaking everything between your thighs, and he always gets too excited when he tastes you. If he has to rut against your thigh that desperately again, he's afraid you might wake up and scold him.

Puppy!Yuuta, who can't wait until he works up the courage to mate with you properly. He knows it's still too soon, that it'd scare you to do it so abruptly, that he doesn't deserve it yet, but soon, he'll be able to to step up and take care of you as something more than just a pet. He's not there right now, but one day, he just knows he'll be the perfect mate for you <3

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere yuta #yandere yuuta #yuuta x reader #yuta x reader #yandere okkotsu yuuta #yandere okkotsu yuta

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satoruxx · 2 months

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pairing: toji fushiguro x reader | 1.2k words summary: boyfriend!toji again, fluff, soft!toji, grumpy x sunshine, that obligatory sick fic, bickering, affectionate scolding, pet names, this is very self-indulgent !! rheya's note: had this written for so long and never posted it oops !! but yeah resident grump worrying over his fav what's new?

toji knows something is off as soon as he steps into his apartment. he comes to the conclusion almost immediately, because he isn’t greeted like he normally is when he comes home.

normally, he’ll push the door open and you’ll trip over yourself as you stand from the couch, a giddy smile on your face as you jump into his arms. and being the asshole that he is, toji never hesitates to grumble about it, clicking his tongue as he says things along the lines of “dammit kid one day i won’t catch you” or “jeez baby let me get in the house” or something similar. but despite all that his hands will still be attached to you, rubbing your back as he smothers an amused chuckle against your hair.

but not today. today he’s greeted by quiet and emptiness—a clear lack of you. he had opened the door ready to catch you in his arms, but all he can do is raise a brow at the silence. as much as he normally complains about it, this absence makes his gut churn. he pushes all that aside, more concerned than anything as he drops his jacket onto the couch and heads for the bedroom.

toji is nothing if not observant, paranoid as his eyes dart from corner to corner of the small apartment. it’s ingrained into him—this fear that his past will come back to haunt him and take you away in the most brutal way imaginable. but he tries to ignore that, continuing to head down the hall until he pushes the bedroom door open.

his shoulders drop in relief, seeing you laying on your stomach, face buried in the pillows, and he lets out a sigh. he sees you shift a little, signaling that you’re awake, so he takes a few steps forward.

toji climbs onto the bed and lays down next to you, dropping a heavy arm over your back. “what’s wrong?”

“don’t feel good,” you answer back. toji’s brows furrow, and he manages to push his free palm against your forehead. heat pulses against his skin, and his frown deepens.

“the fuck did you do to yourself?” he asks, not unkindly but still stern—you can only glare at him hazily.

“it’s not my fault!”

“uh huh,” toji rolls his eyes, threading his fingers through your sweaty hair and pushing it back from your forehead. “so me telling you to put some layers on when you go out in the cold has nothing to do with this?”

you huff, face heating under his pointed stare, and all you can do is shove his hand away, before pathetically burying your face into the sheets again. “shut up.”

“don’t be a brat.” toji lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head indulgently. “it’s your fault for not listening to me.”

“if you’re just gonna lecture me, go away,” you complain, cheek pressed into the pillow. toji snorts, though his hand rubs what you assume to be soothing circles on your back.

“who’s gonna make sure your dumbass doesn’t get into more trouble?”

another indignant huff, and toji only chuckles. “alright c’mon kid. let’s get you in better shape, yeah?” he grunts, looping his arm around your waist and tugging you up. you immediately protest, whining out a plethora of curses attached to his name, and he rolls his eyes. “okay, alright shut up.”

he maneuvers your body into sitting position, leaning you up against the pillows and pulling the blankets up with furrowed brows—meticulous in a way that he is only with very few things.

“you eat anything today?” he asks, still fussing over the blankets, and you gulp quietly. one look and toji’s frown grows deeper. “kid.” the word comes out stressed, like a scolding, and you wince.

“i didn’t feel like it,” you groan, trying not to wilt under his pointed glare.

“don’t care,” he huffs. “your body needs energy, stupid.”

“rude,” you mutter, crossing your arms and toji rolls his eyes.

“whine all you want—“ he stands up, rolling his neck until he hears a satisfying crack. “—still gonna make you eat something. soup okay?”

you don’t want to admit how tempting it sounds, so with an unrelenting amount of stubbornness you glare at him. “fine.”

his lips quirk upward into a smug little grin, and you try to refrain from throwing something at him. he pats your leg. “alright.”

he heads into the kitchen, leaving you to your thoughts. you hear the occasional sounds of cooking and utensils and before long, the comforting smell of soup wafts through the apartment. you try not to show toji how your mouth is watering when he walks back in, a bowl in his palm.

“here,” he grunts, propping a knee onto the bed that dips under his weight. “eat up, doll.”

you sigh, already hating the feeling of the cool sheets when you move even slightly to reach for it.

“you gonna make me spoon feed you?” toji’s brow quirks—smug, and obviously amused.

“i can do it myself thank you—” you try to take the bowl from him with a glare but he raises it out of your reach and clicks his tongue.

“will y’just let me do this one thing for you, jeez,” he complains, glaring down his nose at you.

you cross your arms with a huff, tone going slightly apologetic. “i feel bad—”

“why the fuck do you feel bad?” he asks sharply, eyes narrowed and confused and caught off guard like you’ve said the most out of pocket thing.

“because—” you stress, throwing your hands up miserably. “you were out on these crazy missions—probably tired as hell. and instead of relaxing you have to come home and take care of me because i was too stupid to look after myself.”

toji groans, putting the bowl on the bedside table before sitting on the bed completely. “kid,” he says emphatically, taking your face in his palms firmly. “how many times do i need to tell you this? i don’t mind lookin’ out for you.”

“yeah but—”

“no shut up,” he snaps, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. “you always worry about bothering me or inconveniencing me or some other crap like that. i’m telling you—don’t.”

his thumbs gently press into the apples of your cheeks, and your lips part under his pointed gaze.

“i like doin’ shit for you, okay? ‘n takin’ care of you when you’re sick? that’s nothing.” his lips tug into a lopsided smirk. “who else is gonna look out for you anyway?”

you purse your lips, throat going tight because toji rarely talks like this—so honestly open. and though you’re sure that many people out there would say he’s harsh and mean and not good for you, it’s things like this that prove how wrong they are.

“what’s wrong? did i break your brain?” toji asks, reaching up to knock his knuckle against your head, and you huff out a laugh, pushing his arm away.

“shut up,” you mutter, falling into his chest heavily. he chuckles, low and throaty as he pats your back.

“you up for eating now?” you can feel him reaching for the bowl, and you smile against him, pressing your face further into his warmth because toji will always be nothing but safe for you.

“in a minute,” you answer, looping your arms around his waist. he sighs, shaking his head but he doesn’t say anything else.

but you think you can feel him smile against your hair as he drops a chaste kiss to your forehead—you don’t tell him that though.

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