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𝒜𝐿𝐼. 𝒮𝐻𝐸/𝐻𝐸𝑅. 26

Welcome aboard! I'm the captain of this here ship and this is where I house the heftiest harem! I promise not to count if you wont.

This is a judgment-free zone!

You can expect everything from scripts to full blown fics of me interacting with my f/os as well as them interacting with one another! I don't really have much of a set AU for any one f/o and if I do, the details will be specified.

I tend to reality base ship, which means my f/os live with me in my universe as opposed to me inserting myself in theirs. Due to this, they tend to help me through many of my real life issues when I need that type of comfort.

I do not need anyone to remind me that no one is real, that this is fictional, yadda yadda yadda. I've been at this since I was 11 lol. I know what I'm doing. This is all in good fun and intentional.

If I make you uncomfortable, block me.

General things to be cautious of when viewing this blog: NSFW (cmon, obviously lol), deep mental health discussions, life stressors.

Other things to be cautious of when reading: (Mostly one sided) polyamory, jealousy, feelings of insecurity and inferiority, bickering between men, my f/os are stupidly in love with me and behave as if there's no one else for them. If that's going to bother you, steer clear.

F/Os you will see often (subject to change):

Masato Aizawa (Yakuza) Akira Nishikiyama (Yakuza) Suguru Geto (Jujutsu Kaisen) Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen) Pickles the Drummer (Metalocalypse) Saitama (One Punch Man)

F/Os that might appear often but not regularly (subject to change):

Charles Ofdensen (Metalocalypse) Choso Kamo (Jujutsu Kaisen) Barbatos (Obey Me) Simeon (Obey Me) Takayuki Yagami (Judgment) Masaharu Kaito (Judgment) Lucifer (Obey Me) Osamu Kashiwagi (Yakuza) Mammon (Obey Me) Natsuki Shinomiya (Uta no Prince Sama) Reiji Kotobuki (Uta no Prince Sama) Tokiya Ichinose (Uta no Prince Sama) Satan (Obey Me) Beelzebub (Obey Me) Diavolo (Obey Me) Zayne (Love & Deepspace) (Cont.)

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so, i've stewin and brewin over my masato aizawa atoz and i know that i was originally really firm on aizawa refusing to be rough and i still believe that he's hesitant about it. but i've got some fics where he's sorta jealous and he can't help but not be as gentle as usual. he's still tender as can be but there's a little viciousness because his strokes. it's like, he's still caressing your body but his moaning has been replaced with grunting. his kisses had become nibbles. the slow roll of his hips are instead crashing waves. he's so passionate that he just might actually snap the plywood holding up the mattress this time. his whispers of your name are now swears. the flutter of coarse fingers across the skin are instead nails biting into flesh. he wants to remind you who you belong to but you're still safe with him. that's what rough sex with masato feels like.

#ss-masa

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i really miss doing thissssssssssssssssss ugh! and now i also self ship with gojo, choso and geto from jjk- which caused some drama... let's just say uh, 6 is a crowd. so i had to keep the worlds separate lmao. i'll figure out how i'm gonna introduce it on this blog and then i'll resume.

i've also been considering making a fresh account and stepping away from kulemii all together which maaaay mean having to abandon this blog and all 4 of the other attached side blogs i have. idk. i'm thinking and thinking.

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girl i forgot it again til today 😭

i keep forgetting that this blog exists. . . oops

#would be cool if i could think of something to do here #i might add new f/os #like mr. geto suguru 🥰 #i've gone back to the hell that is utapri too so i may even add my boys from there #we'll see what happens

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i keep forgetting that this blog exists. . . oops

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y’all

#this has my household written all over it 🥰 #ss nish & masa

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I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO COMPLETE THE BDAY SAGA :( SAD

#i also forgot

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The Birthday Saga (Pt 1)

Masato's birthday is coming up and I haven't planned a thing.

Akira had been sitting on the couch in the living room having a cigarette when I found him. The TV was turned on but he seemed to be lost in thought. I join him on the adjacent couch and he blinks out of his daze.

Akira: I can put this out.

Me: No, don’t let me interrupt you.

Akira: Get over here. I want you next to me. 

I don’t seem to have much voice in the matter. He leans toward the coffee table and stubs out his cigarette, then reaches for me expectantly.

Akira: C’mon.

I slide off the couch and join him on his instead. He wraps an arm around me and pulls me into him as he pressing his lips against my cheek.

Akira: How was your nap?

Me: It was good. I probably could’ve slept more, though.

Akira: You could always rest your pretty little head in my lap and get a bit more shut eye.

I nuzzle into him and smile.

Me: I’ll keep that in mind, thank you… Hey?

Akira: Hm?

Me: When I came in, you seemed to be lost in space. Something on your mind?

Akira takes a deep breath as he caresses the side of my face with the back of his hand. 

Akira: I wanted to talk to you about that when you woke up some more.

I straighten up and lean onto my knees so that I can get a better look at him. He seems slightly stressed but not entirely troubled and that gives me a bit of peace but I can’t relax until I know for sure that the coast is clear.

Me: I’m fine. We can talk now. What is it?

He takes a cautious look at the door then leans into me.

Akira: Didn’t you say the big guy’s birthday is coming up soon?

I feel all the tension in my shoulders slowly melt away at the mention of a birthday. I nod and his expression is serious.

Akira: Have you planned anything? When is it again?

Me: May 10th and not quite yet.

The corners of his mouth drop, his brows lower and his gaze becomes intense.

Akira: What are you waiting for?

Me: I–

Akira: It’s gonna be here any minute now! 

He says in a hushed tone. He’s very particular about birthdays. He never misses an opportunity to celebrate one or give a gift. So, I know that he’s about ready to rip me a new one for not having something prepared for Masa’s birthday just yet.

Me: I know, I know- I’ll do something.

Akira: Well, what are we gonna do? What are you thinking?

He’s already decided to make this his problem too but I don't mind the extra help. With the new job, I haven’t had much time to plan much of anything. I’ve barely had time to keep up with the house chores or even spend time with the two of them- let alone think about what I was going to do in a few weeks. I sound horrible- I know.

Me: I… don’t know, actually.

Akira throws his arm around me once more and leans back into the sofa so that I am resting on his chest. He uses his thumbs to push my twists out of my face then swipes them across my high cheekbones. He lets out a light sigh and smiles at me.

Akira: What am I gonna do with you?

I droop my head into his hands and whine, hopeless.

Me: I’m sorry.

Akira: Dont be. Okay, I’m gonna help you– Let’s brainstorm this out. We’re gonna make sure the big guy has a birthday he won’t forget. 

And so, our whispered brainstorming session began…

#the part where nothing happens :) #ss nish & masa

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i could send this to masa and he would send me a shirtless photo without question

feeling low, send boobs 😌💞

#that's why i love him #ss aizawa

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masato is adamant about hand holding and kissing. he doesn't care if his hands are sweaty and he's having to constantly readjust, just to keep you in his grip, he'll do it. he'd even settle for grabbing your wrists. when his cock is buried deep inside of you, giving you that nice thick stretch, he loves pressing your hands into the the bed above your head as he gives you deep, slow strokes. while he's doing that, he's busying his mouth his tasting whatever of you that he can- kissing your lips until your breathless, tongue exploring your mouth and when you need air, he plants open mouth kisses along your jawline until he's reached the back of your ear. he's a heavy breather when he's aroused and he's sure to leave chills along your damp skin. he licks and kisses and sucks at your neck as he's driving into you, all while ensuring that his sweating hold on your hands are secure. he'll leave you dizzy. all you can think about is how well he's filling you and how close you are to your next orgasm.

#ss aizawa #you probably wouldn't guess it just by looking at him but masa is such a deeply sensual and passionate lover #he's certainly capable of otherwise but his default is so... i swoon #ss nsfw

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Leave it up to me and my car will always be a mess but Nish is constantly cleaning up after me.

When I need a free cupholder, I toss whatever was there onto the passenger side floor to 'throw away later', I put my fast food receipts in the arm rest and if I collect the mail on my way in, I take what's important and drop the rest in between the seats. He will not go anywhere with me or alone in my car without cleaning it first- it's never that bad but he genuinely does prefer a clean car. He keeps his own car immaculate and I'd never leave any messes behind in it but in mine, I don't mind my own little organized chaos. He's called me a slob on more than one occasion but it's not entirely true! I'm only this way about my car- I'm the one that does all the tidying up at home. He always nags me after he's cleaned my car or hell, even if I'm present as he does it- but does that stop him from cleaning? No. I guess I can't blame him. I do the same at when we're at home but hey, wait, my car is my space- and I can do what I want! We share the space at home, it's not the same at all! Why am I agreeing with him?

#ss nishiki

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Men who cooks>>>>>>>>>

#ss aizawa

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i'll never tire of the way he looks at me (suggestive under the cut)

#ss aizawa #ss me #just like with the nishiki one- i meant for smut to go along with this but i could get myself in the mood to write it #maybe at some point i'll come back and write something short but i thought there's no reason why i shouldn't post my shots anyway

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so addicted that just a taste isn't enough (suggestive under the cut)

#ss nishiki #ss me #woah his bewbs #i was gonna write smut with this but then i lost the mood to write it

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Masato Aizawa SS Sleep Headcanons:

(cw; suggestive)

-this man sleeps like a fucking rock. if he falls asleep, good luck waking him because he will stay that way until he catches his Zs or he has to use the bathroom. there are no sounds, no amount of tapping and no calling his name that will wake him without much of a fight. i can get in and out of bed throughout the night not have to worry about disturbing him because he just will not flinch.

-he's a cuddler! even if he's dead asleep, he's going to make sure i'm in his arms. sometimes, because he's such a heavy sleepy, i might be doomed to remain there if he's got his arm locked around me and not just a light droop. he typically prefers to hold onto me from behind but there are times when he'll let me use his chest as my pillow and he'll wrap his arms around me that way.

-with those two points out of the way, i can finally talk about the beginning of our relationship– he used to crush me! yeah, like rollover on top of me- crush me. mhmm.. i dont know if he was out of practice with holding someone in his sleep, or maybe he wasn’t much of a cuddler before? whatever the case, he used to tuck me in close to his chest at the beginning of the night and in the middle of it, he was squashing me under his tits like i was nothing more than a flimsy little pillow he was holding and it was impossible to wake him up to get out of it. this is going to sound so mean but i almost dumped him for that reason alone. i’ve since learned to love him through the crumpling and he’s learned to treat me like i’m a delicate, fragile human…as long as i accept that every now and then i might be locked in his arms.

-he snores….so  loud, i won’t lie, i’ve thought of smothering him at least once… i’m not proud of it but it was so bad i couldn’t sleep. I actually took the couch that night and when he asked the next morning he was apologetic. he was like, ‘amor, why didn’t you wake me?’ !!!!! SIR !??!?!! NO ONE CAN WAKE YOU!!!! sorry, i’m getting frustrated again just thinking about it– his snoring is probably the worst i’ve ever heard. it’s worse when he sleeps on his back. when he sleeps on his side, it’s not so bad. i’ve asked to see someone about it but he refuses… 

-he’s so affectionate at bedtime. i mean, he’s affectionate full-stop but at bedtime it’s like it triples and here’s what i think it is: he’s trying his luck.  i won't lie. he has a pretty high sex drive and if i’d go for it every night, he’d be up and at ‘em but i’m not. so, i just get an overflow of affection right before bed every single night and it’s nice. it makes me feel so loved but there are times when i’m not even up for that. i just wanna drop. after all this time, masa’s gotten really good at anticipating what my needs are, as i have with his and he’d never push me for anything. so, the extra affection is sometimes just that, extra affection which is fine.

-masa is like my giant personal space heater. it doesn’t matter what the temperature is in the room itself, he’s always warm. when it’s chilly, i can have our comforter then snuggle up to him and for the most part be pretty comfortable! he loves when i say that, too. he takes a lot of pride in being enough to keep me warm. he’s the cutest. however, remember when i mentioned how affectionate he is?  yeah, that’s sort of our downfall when it’s hotter out because like i said, he’s warm regardless. he likes to snuggle and i hate being hot- not a good combination in the summer. 

-he dreams about the late people in his life a lot, like his mother and morinaga and he always tries to remember so that he can tell me about it. he usually gets really excited because he believes that they’re ‘visiting’ him through his dreams. i love to see him light up when they’re good dreams. when he has dreams that he can interpret in a negative way, and either of them are there, he assumes that means he’s done something to disappoint them and sometimes that’s enough to put him in a sour mood for the entire day.

Nishiki's sleep headcanons can be found here.

#ss aizawa #ss me

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Aizawa and Nishiki give me a bit of a pep talk before I go in to my new job.

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Akira and I had been having our morning tea and coffee at the kitchen island, respectively while we waited for Masato to make breakfast as he often did. I tapped my foot against the footrest of the barstool I’d been sitting on, staring down into my cup of coffee as my thumbs grazed the rim. I noticed that I’d spilled some coffee on the white marble at some point but my mind was too preoccupied to worry about cleaning it right now. Suddenly, I felt myself being pulled by my chair toward Akira.

“Oi,” he whispered against my temple, his voice still so very thick with sleep. “Don’t be so nervous. You’re gonna do great.”

I could hear him but I still couldn’t break myself from my coffee cup and what surrounded it.I could only manage a mumble, “Maybe.”

“C’mere, babe.” he said through gritted teeth, deciding that he had no choice but to force me out of my concentration, he tenderly pressed his fingers into my jawline and guided me to face him. “What I need is for you to be positive, alright? You’re a great driver. Better than me, even. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“I could… wreck a company car. They’re so much bigger than I gave them credit for.”

“You’ll get used to it, babe!” his nose wrinkled as he smiled at me. “You’ll be swinging that van around like it’s yours in no time. You just gotta be patient with yourself.”

I sat there in silence for a while, my entire body tense and I wondered if drinking coffee on top of this anxiety was a mistake. “If you say so,” I said finally, my voice horrendously shaky.

“I know so.” he said, pulling me closer. “Now, take a deep breath.”

“My breath smells like coffee…”

“I can handle it.”

I let out a long, heavy breath and after I’m done, he whispered, “Good girl.” then slipped his hand to the back of my neck, bringing me in even closer so that he could kiss me gently.

The boom of Masato’s voice is what startled me out of Akira’s kiss, not that it needed to but when I got anxious I was always so unnecessarily jumpy. 

“Morning,” he said through a yawn as he entered the kitchen from behind us.

“Good mornin’, Masa.”

“Morning, big guy.”

“I’d ask what you guys are having but from the looks of it, I’d say each other.” Masato joked as he slipped his hands around my waist, joining me at my side. 

They’re so comfortable making jokes like this and usually I am too but for some reason, be it my anxiety or the early morning, all I could do was retreat within myself, my face burning with embarrassment. Akira had the better view of my face and could see that I was flustered which only made him chuckle because he enjoyed seeing me when I was like this. It wasn’t all that often. He caressed my chin and smiled at me. Masato leaned me back into him so that he could kiss me. He never started any morning without one.

“I made coffee.” I said, stroking his cheek. “Have some with us?”

“Sure, amor.” he said, stealing one last kiss before finally slinking off to collect his favorite mug.

“Masato-kun,” Akira began, eyeing the smooth pour of his coffee. “You’ve got perfect timing.”

He returned the glass carafe to the hot plate then twisted off the lids for the powdered cream and sugar. He liked his coffee sweet and I could never quite get it right so I watched him take heap after heaping heap of sugar and creamer into his coffee and tried to mentally figure out the measurements.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, so, you know her ride-along is today, right?”

“Right,” he said, stirring his concoction.

Akira gripped at my thigh and smiled, “Seems our girl is worried she’s gonna mess it up somehow.”

Masato tasted his coffee, then added three more spoonfuls of sugar before looking over at me as he stirred it again.

“Amor… Are you nervous?”

“A little.”

“Have you taken your anxiety medication?”

“I did.”

“Have you had coffee?”

“It’s her second cup.” Akira answered for me.

“Amor…”

“I know…”

“Then I won’t get onto you but, what exactly are you nervous about?” he asked, finally drinking his coffee as it was now, clearly perfect– I don’t understand.

“What if I fuck up the van? Like, what if I wreck or something or hit someone’s property? Or what if I fall into a ditch or something because I got stuck on a super narrow road? Like… Those vans are so much bigger than I thought they were from a distance but once I got inside for my test yesterday I realized just how big they really are.” I said, gripping at the hand that had been supportively holding onto my thigh.

“You’re a great driver though, amor. You’ve never done any of those things. It’s not as if you’re gonna suddenly forget how to drive once you get behind the wheel of one of their vans. You passed their test yesterday with little coaching. You’re gonna do great, I promise.”

“Plus, they had you doing maneuvers that you will more than likely never even need to use. That’s probably what’s got you overthinking this. Don’t overthink, babe. You’re gonna be fine.” Akira said, giving me a squeeze.

“You’re a better driver than this guy, that’s for sure. I feel much safer knowing that a company put you on the road. If they’d have hired him, I’d have some questions.” Masato said.

“Oi, oi.” Akira groaned, “I said talk her down, not talk down about me! I’m not a bad driver!”

“You could be better.” Masato said.

“You don’t even drive! What do you know?” 

“Why should I? I’ve got two pros here that love to do it!”

As usual, a simple conversation turned into the two of them bickering about something completely inconsequential but it was enough to make me forget my anxiety and just be in the moment with them.

“Then, unless she’s free you can start walking, since I’m such a bad driver.” Akira said, waving his hands offensively, “I don’t want you feeling unsafe.”

“Of course you’re gonna be a fucking baby about it!”

“I’m not being a baby! You just insulted my skills!”

“What skills?! Yelling at people through the windows?”

“You can’t bitch about something you do with me!”

“Fair enough.”

They both laughed and there was something about the silliness of their little back and forth that made me wonder if maybe I was being silly here too? I took in another deep breath and smiled, I was determined. Today would be a good day.

“Thanks, guys.”

#ss nish & masa #ss me #ss aizawa #ss nishiki