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satoru loves yapping [to you]

satoru was always chatty, shoko could definitely attest to that statement, subjected to too many conversations she definitely did not care about.

“isn’t it hotter than usual? i swear last year it was colder around this time of year-” he began, continuing to talk as shoko tried to focus instead on healing an injured itadori in front of her.

it seemed that his chatty characteristic only amplified when you were around, his eyes would visibly brighten, practically gleaming when you appeared in his eyesight.

“sweetheart! how are you? staying cold in this heat?” you can help but smile at him, walking straight into his already outstretched arms and squeezing his waist a bit, pressing a soft peck to his cheek before pulling away.

“heat? it feels so good out today!” you sigh happily, waving yellow to shoko and itadori, “it is hotter than last year though I’ll tell you that,” satoru grins at your words, turning to shoko with a flint in his eyes before turning back to you.

“that’s what I said! global warming is getting too severe-” the two of you walking out hand in hand, the taller man still talking as you listened intently.

satoru never felt the need to be quiet around you, always finding things to talk about no matter the task or the hour.

“and so you would think that since they were doing so bad they would think of making changes right?” you nod along, humming so he knows you’re listening, “but no! they keep going with same stupid strategy and it’s so frustrating as a fan to see, i just want him to achieve his dreams,” he sighs sadly.

“can you pass the salt?” you ask, taking it from his much larger hand, thanking him before speaking up again, “why does he keep resigning if they always treat him so poorly?” you ask, satoru smiles, heart warming at the fact that you really do pay attention to him.

“he’s always wanted to win with Ferrari- let me take you back to the beginning” he begins, giving you a summary of charles leclerc’s life as you finish cooking dinner.

you could always tell when he got a bit insecure of how talkative he was, but you’d always smile at him, urging him to go on. “and then what? why’d you stop talking?” you’d say, making him smile widely before quietly starting again.

“I’m listening, angel boy,” you mumble in between dreams, listening to him talk about how orange juice isn’t the same as it was when he was growing up and how the new game he downloaded was more complicated than it seems.

it could be nearing 2 in the morning but you wouldn’t mind, satoru would be discussing how and why wombats have cube shaped poops and how koalas eat eucalyptus and pandas have half a brain cell they don’t bother to use.

“it has no real nutritional value and that’s why they have to eat so much of it,” he mumbles, eyes drooping as he cuddles closer to you.

“aren’t they made to digest meat?” you whisper, head tucked into the crook of his neck, your breath running a chill down his spine.

“think so, dunno” he mumbles back, breathing evening out before he’s fully asleep.

your eyes open slowly as you crane your neck, his pink lips slightly parted as he takes soft breaths, snowy hair pointing every which way.

you can’t help but smile at your lover.

“goodnight pretty boy” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “my little yapper,” you chuckle to yourself, already looking forward to what he’d talk about tomorrow.

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a/n: hi friends ! just a quick little something i put together bc i miss satoru so bad lately </3 he’s def a yapper and i want to hear him talk all day and night

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( gojo and paparazzi ) — alternatively: this with gojo 💀…

╰┄➤ 1.1 k wc, reader n gojo are obsessed and in love with each other, jealousy, not proofread i’m too incapacitated (sleep deprived)

satoru has a sort of unearthly beauty to him, you think that much is a sort of fundamental truth. an axiom. he's a frustratingly attractive man, in spite of his piss poor personality and the uncanny features he possesses. he’s got white hair and blue eyes and height that makes him almost as tall as his ego; there is nothing about him that is anything short of unnatural.

satoru is unnaturally pretty—and unfairly so, too. he knows it. how could he not, when anyone who has the ability to see makes a point of acknowledging it? whether it's through envious glares or wanting stares, or by being awestruck at the sight of someone who doesn't look like he belongs amongst humans (if only they knew how right they were), people notice him. not as if he needs that to know his worth. in the back of your head, you can hear his raucous laugh at the prospect of being in any way dependent on something so insignificant; on anything at all. you think i give a shit about them?

(still, you know he thrives off of it, off of the attention—being the attention whore that he is.)

the point is, it’s obvious that people can see satoru’s beauty.

especially now, you think, when you watch women your age fawn and giggle to each other over him—watch as they snap pictures and take videos of him. it’s almost pious, the way they try to capture him in film.

yes, an agreeing hum rolls in your throat, it is a universal truth that he is beautiful. unnaturally so. but you really wish people could just be normal, and refrain from being so indecent as to film strangers on the street.

it's not the first time it's happened—the farthest thing from it. unfortunately, you know it's even farther from being the last time, too. satoru's always been a sort of spectacle, one way or the other; in his power, his skills, his looks... he's watched by everyone. he is someone to serve witness to. that, too, is a fundamental truth.

though you know this, an ugly little feeling crawls in your gut while you watch the scene play out in front of you. most of it a sense of disgust, given the impression of how out of touch people are—but, a smaller, yet even uglier, part of it is a little possessive.

that smaller, uglier part feels a little offended at the fact that they’re being so blatantly disrespectful in front of you. that smaller, uglier part feels a little humiliated.

it’s a familiar sight, something you’ve seen happen time and time again, but this is the first time you’ve taken it as an insult—the first time you’ve taken it so personally, the first time you’ve felt it. the first time you’ve felt your dignity being prodded at, like there’s a blazed red rod poking and poking, urging that burning feeling in your gut to grow hotter and hotter. it’s an invasive thing, this hot, rushing feeling.

it isn’t personal. you know that. it shouldn’t be personal, but…

when you meet satoru in the middle, your fingers slip under the collar of his dress shirt. your nails drag taut at the crisp linen like an assertion and you pull him towards you, swift as you press your lips against his. you can feel the hesitation, the fleeting shock against them—that sharp, nearly imperceptible gasp skipping across teeth—but it barely lasts half a second before he’s the one kissing you. that small, uglier little part of you hopes that their little camera captured the picture of you kissing him.

you keep your heavy eyes cracked open, capturing it for yourself.

his hand finds its way to your lower back easily, like a puzzle piece fitting into its slots, holding you close to him; securing you. his hand is weighted on your back in a way that grounds you, but gentle as his fingers skim across your the fabric of your shirt. heavy and gentle like he’s trying to get to the skin underneath. heavy and gentle, like the way he looks at you, eyes skimming across your face—your eyes, to your lips, your cheeks, your eyes again. heavy and gentle, like worship. he wets his lips, swallows. “what was that about?”

he likes the look you have in your eyes, likes the way they mirror his own.

(you see him like how he sees the world, like something all encompassing. he likes that he can see you, only you, with this overwhelming sort of clarity. he likes that he sees you the way you see the world—the tunnel vision of it all. your attention is the only one he really wants for. the only one really he needs.

if you told him he was dependent on you, he’s not sure he’d have it in him to laugh it off.)

you cast a dirty, sidelong glance at where you feel two pairs of eyes burning holes at the both of you; poking and poking.

(and satoru thinks you look awfully pretty right now, your eyes glaring and lidded, your lashes contouring the sharp and narrowed look you bear. awfully, unearthly pretty, and so very familiar in a way that makes him crave you, makes him want to immortalize you in his skin. it’s instinctual, the way he gravitates to you, minty breath ghosting your cheek.)

they’re borderline gawking at the two of you until one of them smacks at the other's arm not-so-inconspicuously, and they shuffle off to the sidewalk, whispering to each other yet again. it’s only then that satoru follows your line of sight. when it clicks, he looks back at you far too eagerly for your comfort.

“oh,” he drawls, his stupid pretty teeth bearing themselves in the stupid, obnoxious grin that spreads across his lips. “that’s what it was?”

the idea of you being so possessive makes his stomach flip.

“baby, are you jealous?” he looks awfully happy about it, blue eyes gleaming at you with an unabashed sort of mirth. even when he finds himself being on other end of that glare of yours, his dimples only get deeper.

“you’re worse than me,” you hum. you don’t admit it, but you don’t deny it—you can’t. maybe you’re spending too much time with him.

oh. goosebumps break out against your skin at the thought of picking up his behavior, a little horrified at the thought of coming off as obtrusive as him. you shrug it off, shaking your head. “doesn’t matter,” you say airily, glancing at him, “you’re mine.”

you definitely spend too much time with him, if your aloof nonanswers and attitude attest to anything.

when your eyes meet his, you think that he sees it too. there’s a certain look in his eyes, the way they widen a fraction like he’s trying to commit you to memory—as if he hasn’t already. you know it’s probably just from the dark of night, but his pupils are wide and that revered and blessed blue he bears is reduced to a ring. right now, his eyes are consuming. you think you can see yourself in them.

(and, he does—he does see it. with his eyes, he sees little bits of himself transfused with you and it’s the most satisfying feeling he’s ever gotten in his life.)

he only smiles at you, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to your temple, his words spoken against your skin. “that’s right, baby.”

thank you for reading, feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 🤍!!

a/n. i haven’t posted anything in so long so i cranked this out… i really wanted to post something and that video thankfully gave me a lil idea hehe :’-) i hope it doesn’t seem too rushed <3

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THIS IS SO CUTE LMAOAOAOA

gojo x f!reader. gojo and reader are in an semi-established relationship although he is referred to as boyfriend in this. cw: food, tantanmen is a spicy ramen soup. hurt/comfort if you squint, bad day lamentations, and one of my personal favorite gojo facts: man hates spicy food. i also hc him as a picky eater so here we go.

wc 1.5k | divider by cafekitsune

“I want tantanmen.”

Satoru’s bottom lip begins sticking out as soon as he hears the first letter of his most dreaded of your post-stressful day cravings leave your mouth.  

The bane of his existence - spicy food. It overwhelms his senses, a fact you’re well aware of, making it a rarity that you would even ask. That’s how he knows today has been capital-R rough for you and although he wants to help make your difficult day better, there’s hesitation in his step and he stops you on the train platform to put his hands on your shoulders. His grip is just firm enough to bring you comfort and you glance up at him looking so dejected he almost thinks better of his next question. Consideration - something he is not always the best at doing - be damned, he cannot stop himself before the words slip out.  

“Are you sure you don’t want something else instead?”

Hurt flashes across your face and you don’t bother to hide it. Every single one of your boyfriend’s whims is surrendered to no matter how ridiculous it is, trips and meals and sex positions and a million other tiny things you do to make him happy despite his insistence he doesn’t need them. Sure, it’s unfair for you to expect the same in return given you do it with no expectation of reciprocation but for once it would be nice to not have your choices questioned.

“You told me I could get anything I wanted and it was your treat. Are you changing your mind?”  

You raise a brow, slacken your jaw, and harden your gaze that is pointed upward in his direction. 

“I’ve had a rough day, Satoru. All I need is something so spicy it makes me cry.”

The tears threatening to fall from your lash line aren’t fake or for “getting your own way” purposes, you genuinely feel like you’re on the brink of tears and have all day. A scolding from Yaga, a disagreement regarding curriculum with Utahime via intense text message exchange, blatant disrespect from your students that they have yet to apologize - every bad moment piled up into something heavy to carry that weighs down on your chest. Thankfully, Satoru knows you well enough to be able to tell that you are being honest about the way you feel and arguing is futile.

“Fine,” he agrees with a loud exhale. “But on the way home we’re going to stop and get something edible to people who aren’t crazy, okay?”

Reaching for his hand, you nod and snuggle into his arm. Lacing your fingers between his, the stress visibly melts from you and a minuscule part of him feels bad for putting up an argument to your wishes at all. Is this really how he’s going to act when you are so undeniably sweet to him when you want to be? How many of his whims do you give into without having to think about it at all? Sighing, he leans toward you and kisses the top of your head, crowding you closer against his body. 

“You’re not going to make me try it this time?”

“No. I only did that once and besides, their menu is big. You are bound to find something you like if you just look.”

Giggling, you cling to his side and shrug playfully. The distinct shine of tears in your eyes has dissipated and your smile seems warmer than earlier, making him feel slightly less guilty for his blunder. 

Guilt isn’t something that he really dwells on often, as impermanent as the rest of his emotions tend to be, but it’s different when it’s you. Keeping you happy is just about the only thing he hasn’t been perfect at on the first attempt yet he keeps trying and figuring it out a little more every day. He figures you out a little more every day, honestly. It’s what keeps him coming back.

“But I like eating the same thing as you.” Satoru pouts again and you roll your eyes, squeezing your arm that is wrapped around his bicep. “I know but sometimes it doesn’t hurt either of us to try something new or different from the other.”

He hums his disbelief and the two of you walk alongside one another toward the gate.

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Ordering your spicy soup with a smile at the front counter while your boyfriend situates the table the two of you will be sitting at, you check over your shoulder once before leaning in the direction of the young woman taking your order.

“I have a really weird request.”

She nods politely and you take a deep breath, knowing how rude it is to ask for changes to menu items when there are so many. Despite the impoliteness, you feel obligated to give him a little break while taking into consideration the one he has given you tonight.

“So the tantanmen…is there any way I could get just the broth and noodles without anything else?” The young woman blinks at you unenthusiastically and you straighten your shoulders, putting on your most winning smile. “How about a child’s serving with less spice? Is that something you could do?”

Wordlessly, she glances over your shoulder at the table your over six and a half feet tall man sits at in search of a child that could possibly need this kind of accommodation for their food. She spots none, only your boyfriend who is grinning down at his phone and laughing to himself.

“It’s for him. He doesn’t do spice very well, I know that’s ridiculous but we always order the same thing and I understand if you can’t do it. I just had to ask.”

She hums and presses the buttons on the screen in front of her, turning it to show you. One order of soup, extra spicy for you. One order of soup, just broth and no spice for Gojo. Gratefully, you bow your head and she plays it off with a smile. Even she can’t be terribly annoyed at a couple that clearly has figured out one another’s whims and she instructs you to go and sit at your table to await your order.

Sliding in next to him on the same side of the booth, as always, you grin and he puts his phone down immediately to wrap his arm around your shoulder. 

“What’d you order me?”

You shrug playfully and he gasps.

“You know I’ll simply go on hunger strike if you got me something spicy…” he trails off and you laugh, reaching up to tug on his earlobe the way you always do when he’s running his mouth. “You’ll just have to see what surprise I have in store.”

The two of you chit chat for a few minutes but the soup comes more quickly than you expected. Satoru’s face lights up when his eyes glance down at a bowl full of silky broth, pulling apart his chopsticks delightedly. It’s the same thing you have, just a little different and exactly how he likes it.

“Oh, you shouldn’t have!”

Laughing, you shake your head and follow his lead, glancing down into your own steaming bowl of relief. Opening your chopsticks, breaking them apart, giving thanks for the meal, they’re all as natural as breathing at this point and you smile at him again as he glances down into your bowl.

The broth of your soup is as red as anything he has ever seen.

“That looks like the fire of Hell,” he scoffs, scooping broth into his mouth and swallowing quickly. 

You take a sip from your spoon and sigh in relief, shoulders relaxing into a natural position instead of curved forward sadly. Despite his earlier protests, there’s nothing he’d rather do than sit here and watch you eat your troubles away, pinkies of both of your free hands touching below the table. 

“It just might be.”

The spice makes you sniffle and he’s quick to pick up a napkin, dabbing at the tip of your nose to make sure no dribbles have occurred. This is another habit he has picked up after all this time watching you challenge yourself to meals he wouldn’t touch if he had to. Wiping your nose and cheeks and making sure you drink water.

“Thank you for treating me.”

Leaning over your bowl, you slurp a mouthful of noodles and chew it thoughtfully. He watches your mouth and jaw move, reaching up to cup your face but stopping himself from kissing you with your mouth full. It wouldn’t be the first time but that damned spicy broth is all over your lips and he won’t take the risk as badly as he wants to.

“Thanks for letting me, you freak of nature.”

Giggling, you shrug and lean into his touch.

“It takes one to know one.”

No argument from him.

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NANAMIS JUMPSCARED ME BRO

I WANT TO WHERE HIS INITIAL ( ON A CHAIN ‘ROUND MY NECK, CHAIN ‘ROUND MY NECK ) — jjk men

when you surprise him with his initial on a chain wrapped around your neck. or when the jjk men’s eyes catch sight of their initial looking so pretty wrapped around your neck.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ GOJO SATORU !

he is quick to catch onto the new accessory wrapped around your neck, glistening when the light falls on it, shining on his eyes whenever you turn in a direction that makes light reflect off of it. gojo satoru sees the words ‘S’ sitting so prettily upon your skin, the gold pressed flush as you smile as you serve him with his dinner, but you notice his eyes linger right between you collarbones and looks like your idea worked, as you smirk goes unnoticed by him.

“i knew it. my initial would look so good wrapped around your neck.” he grins proudly, taking the bite of his food as you laugh, “but i think my surname behind your name would be so much better.” and it was done, he will and forever be far ahead of you as you shake your head flustered at his sentence as he smirks and what he says next has you going red.

“it would be nice to see it hanging as i take you from the—”

“SATORU!”

yeah, that was it. it was all the fun you’ll let him have. as you cover your face while trying to tell him to let you eat in peace.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ GETO SUGURU !

he had seen you planning something with gojo and shoko, whispering amongst each other from far away and high fiving one another and shouting out loud. and now that he notices his initials hanging from a chain round you neck, it just does something to him. it makes him go a bit derek on the inside – it makes him go derek with the thought that you belong to him. geto takes a shaky breath as he finds not in him to be able to bear it as he becomes flustered and the tips of his ears go read.

“do you like it, suguru?” you ask innocently blinking at him, oh gosh, you literally have him wreathing under your gaze as he shifts in his chair, face covered with his hands as his eyes are set on the pendant around your neck. “i like it, don’t you?” and he lets out a shaky breath, hands wiping away at his face as he finally looks into your eyes and a lovestruck gaze makes you have butterflies swarming in your stomach.

“it looks so good, princess.” he rasps and you smile. “s-so, um, what if i also wore your initials?” you look at him and he’s suddenly pulling a chain out from his uniform with your initials on it and you almost jump at him – you did – hands wrapping around his neck as he laughs.

ah, such sweet thing love is.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ NANAMI KENTO !

he saw it even before you could have put it around your neck. it was during him going through a serious cleaning session around the house, when he stumbled across the box which had suddenly toppled down form the book shelf of yours and he knows not to pry but he keeps track of what he gets you and this box – he had not got that thing for you at all so who was it?

and so he had opened it and closed it as fast as he could. a chuckle escapes his lips, gosh, you make him so insane about you. and today, when nanami saw you wearing it in the morning, he smiled, the biggest in a while. he sees the ‘K’ sitting so elegantly as the chains wrapped around your neck, letting the word sit right between your collarbones.

“that’s new.” he pries, but he already knew, he just likes seeing you ramble about it. “oh! you like it, ken’?” you question with the sweet smile of yours, eyes sparkling as you stared at him, and he softens as usual and you begin to speak again, “i bought it so i’ll have something telling me you’re there with me, all the time.” and you look at him holding onto the initial, and he knows you’re the one.

and if only life was a bit merciful he would have given you the ring sitting in his pocket, but looks like the gods didn’t want you waiting on such a poised man.

“yuuji…tell her that i’ll always be there.”

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ CHOSO !

he is stunned actually. gosh, you look so good with the chain wrapped around your neck. damn, you are just so pretty for this world. you see him eyeing it, eyes wide as he takes the sight of the accessory in. you almost laugh at his reaction but you were expecting it, but you like the way his face soon morphs into one of embarrassment.

“you like it, baby?” you hum as you intertwine your fingers with his. “now everyone will know i know you better.” he grins in victory, “and it will give a sign that you belong to me.” he laughs like a school girl as you shake your head, such a child you handle. choso presses a kiss to the pendant as you laugh when he sighs against your skin.

“now no one will ever look at you.” he grumbles thinking of the many men he had to glare at when they looked at you, his arms wrapping around your torso tightly. “this. will tell everyone you’re mine.” and you only laugh loudly pulling at his cheeks.

gosh, he really is just a baby.

— ୨୧ ˖ ˚ FUSHIGURO TOJI !

“did you steal that?” it was his first thought. toji is broke, spends his earning on food on a daily basis. so, there is no way there is anyway in the world you could get that gold chain wrapped around your neck that you flaunt at him. you smack his arms as you glare at him, wondering if he forgets you own quite the brand and bougie stuff.

“i bought it.” you state, pulling at his ear as he only looks at it and then back at you. “with my own money.” oh, and his eyes finally fill with realisation that he no more is broke you just give him a particular amount to spend, because you sure are loaded. toji finally takes a better look at it and sees the letter ‘T’ sitting and looking so pretty around your neck, the gold shining like the brightest star in the sky.

“i thought you’d be one for silver.” he says pulling at it softly, tugging and tracing the letter with his calloused fingers. “now you look like i owe you, puppy.” he smirks as you glare at him, but you let him enjoy the moment. “i like it. it will be in my mind, yer all mine.”

you are married to a fool. and you have knows that, but you smile as you see him smile softly when his eyes catch sight of megumi and tsumiki running over to the both of you.

um 😭😭 okay bye, taylor planted the idea but the words are all mine.

NOIRFLMS 2024 ! all rights reserved - plagiarism is a crime , do not translate my works without permission.

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SHES SO REAL ??

Arisa’s profile in the 3rd fanbook is notable for the fact it lists differing information for whether she’s “ON” (i.e in ‘idol mode’) or “OFF”. When she’s “On”, her favorite food is Acai drinks and her hobby is going to the gym, but when she’s “Off”, her favorite food is mayonnaise and her hobby is going back to sleep after waking up in the morning.

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BSD Boys as classic fanfiction troupes ✧

Characters : Atsushi, Jouno

ATSUSHI who has a small.. well.. not so small crush on a Port Mafia member.

He tries to keep it under the radar, but uncomfortunetly, a certain someone caught on.

Now, I need you too imagine the person you'd want to know about your crush the least. Got them ?? Yeah, now multiple that by 5. That is how incredibly fucked Atsushi was when no one other but Dazai realized what was going on.

He would have just tried to let it pass, but that wouldn't be fun, would it ?

Dazai knew more than anything that Port Mafia members need a little bit of life in theirs.

Which.. Okay.. BUT HE WAS F-U-C-K-E-D IF ANYONE ELSE FOUND OUT !!

Nevertheless, it resulted in Atsushi writing a delicate, shy letter.. With a lanky monster over his shoulder trying to convince him to write absurdities.

The next day, he's ready to just go back to his regular routine, and let his little crush fade out.

But but but, his maniac of a coworker was right over his shoulder again,

"I heard [Name] had just the slightest pep in their step while walking through the Port Mafia halls."

Atsushi narrowed his eyes. He wasn't getting out of this..

As your admirer, he'd probably be very sweet and domestic

Though he professes his crush to you, he talks more friendly, and less romantically. Although, on a few occasions, he will go into a bit more detail how you make him feel.

Your heart fluttered each letter, but you weren't sure how to respond. You were the Port Mafia's before anyone else's.

While he was out with Kyoka, he bought an extra keychain.

Why ?

Well, interestingly enough, the next letter you received, included a sweet, standard Yokohama Keychain.

He's careful when speaking about how his day goes..

"Yeah I was in a fight with an eyebrowless ability user and he cut my leg clean off !!" Would end up in him getting busted

So if he were to talk about his day, he'd be vague with things !!

You wonder why..

You have many recourses as a Mafia member

JOUNO SAIGIKU. The sadistic, nothing if not cruel, Hunting Dog Member.

So why, is his heart skipping when a new Barista starts working at his usual Cafe ?

You messed up his coffee.. he could have been upset, and demean you. But maybe it was something about the way your perfume lightly fluttered in the air, maybe it was the way your blood rushed when you realized you made such a simple mistake, maybe it was the way your voice for just a second calmed his head.

He feels his heart skip a beat. Fuck.

"No worries. It's your first day, is it not?"

"Err.. Yessir"

"I see. I won't make a fuss then."

And with that he left.

When he walks in tomorrow, to his dismay, the scent of your perfume immediately attacks him.

He can smell the shower you took that morning, he can smell each individual

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Kazui with daughter reader + his adult daughter telling her he’s gonna be a grandpa

THIS IS ADORABLE BRO I LOVE YOU

i almost cried while writing this

You and your father had been through a lot.

Like. a LOT a LOT..

With your mother, what your father had done, what you had done, and, of course, MILGRAM.

Even so. You made it out on the other side.

As traumatic as it was, and as many scars it left, it also healed as many wounds, and gave you a new view on life. A new chance.

So, you regained your life.

You truly reconciled with your father, and the other inmates.

You lived a peace life, one not filled with the former rage that engulfed you.

Eventually, a much more.. intimate side of her grew, naturally, as she got closer to certain dates.

After finding someone you truly loved, you decided to take the step and take the risk.

Surprisingly in only a few times, you found yourself positively, without a doubt, pregnant.

Now, it was time to tell your father, Kazui.

It was any other day at a corner store diner, enjoying the sleepy morning with your father. Peaceful. It was bliss.

Of course, you couldn't determine exactly how hed react. Of course, you are a grown adult, but even so, young, and perhaps a little reckless at times.

But still, he trusted you, and you trusted him. So, you told him.

He had a small gasp, and his mouth contorted into an 'o' shape. Before, turning into the widest, old man, grin. A heartfelt laugh from his stomach erupted, and if you looked closely, you could spot tears.

Hes immediately congratulating you, and asking SO MANY questions. Ehehe.

Hes so proud, HES READY TO INTERROGATE UR BABY DADDY LOL

Overall, overjoyed. 💗💕

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in the mood to face rev ??

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the jjk men get so drunk that they forget they’re in a relationship with you

(ft. satoru, suguru, kento, megumi, yuji, takuma)

warnings: allusions to alcohol consumption, suggestiveness, intentional misspelling due to intoxication

satoru, suguru, kento

yuji, megumi, takuma

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hello!! :D ive been following around your milgram boys as parents stuff and theyre really so adorable 🥹🥹 as someone who's bi is it okay to ask for the women this time and how they are with a pregnant s/o? like since ofc they cant do it the natural way they tried IVF and it was a success.. heavy on mahiru and kotoko hhwhdja

YESS MAAM OMG I LOVE THIS

amanes is obviously OBVIOUSLY platonic i just love her so i wanted to include her

Yuno -

Asks if you want tickets to universal.

STOP IM SORRY.

Offers to push you down the stairs.

WHAT.

Asks if you need a hanger.

ANYWAY !!

No but she's genuinely happy for you if you want it,

Shes giving you tips, and tricks, and helping you and making sure you're healthy

Major bonding time

Super, super happy to have another chance

Muu -

Is a little diva ish, but once she realizes that this isnt just about her, she LOCKS IN.

Shes giving you all the princess treatment, crepes of any weird variety you crave, french royalty standard, getting her rich girl whatever they have prepared.

Super loving and caring.

WANTS A GIRL SO BAD.

If its a boy it's fine..

Either way starts decorating and getting baby clothes and furniture tailored..

Its sweet how excited she is.

Mahiru -

OH WOW.

Where do I even start ?

The minute she found out, no, SECOND, she was squealing and had her lips on yours.

She is OVERJOYED.

Immediately sits you down, and if you thought Muu locked in.. bro..

Mahito is all over you, feeding you, dressing you, bathing you, going out with you everywhere, but if you dont wanna hang out, its okay, she'll do it for you, or get someone else to so she can be by your side all day !

Madly inlove, also loves decorating and thinking of names.

Amane -

You cant really tell how she feels at first.

You arent sure how she sees you, you sometimes border on motherly, but you also stand in like a sister, or even sometimes just a simple friend.

So when youre pregnant. It almost worries her that her time is up with you.

But when you still include her, and tell her about how your baby is going to be her family too now..

Shes much more excited, she concludes.

Kotoko -

INSANELY protective.

Mikoto got one syllable out towards you and she started yelling.

Acts rough around the edges,

She carries confidence, and pride in you and your soon to be child

Truthfully, you know shes scared. Shes nervous, and flustered, and still navigating this new world w you.

But, she still loves it. Protects you, and is patiently awaiting your babys arrival.

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milgram Bois receiving Head pats from reader

yessir

Haruka -

Scares him a first at bit, but really likes it !

Flinches every time you do it without warning, but doesn't mind, and immediately leans into your touch.

Tries doing it back but it feels too awkward lolol.

Fuuta -

Blushes, and scolds you before swatting your hand away.

Acts all embarassed, its only cause he liked it.

Do it slowly in private, almost caressing him, he'll melt into it.

You notice hes very warm..?

Shidou -

Very amused.

Seeing you on your tip toes, just to.. pat ? His head ?

Asks if it's some sort of medical technique he hasnt heard of ehehe..

Likes doing it to you, though

Kazui -

Laughs at you

Thinks its very silly how far you reach up to barely reach his head, and basically end up hitting him in the face.

Amused, does it to you in return. But only as a surprise. Sneaks up behind you and starts tapping your head.

Mikoto -

Bro. Hes so in love w u.

Hes smiling, blushing, giggling, twirling his hair, kicking his feet, and sighing dreamily as he looks into your eyes .

Start playing w his hair pls.

John -

He thought you thought he was Mikoto.. Lolol.. NOPE !

You assure him upfront.. You are patting and holding HIM.

Unreadable expression, cant look you in the eyes.

Doesnt dislike it though.

Slowly brings his hand to your head, and pats as well.

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you rn 🧁🥯🍰

WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN

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Headpats anon I give you headpats and a hug 🫂

TJANK U 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🫂🫂

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this is the hug anon I give you hugs! 🫂

EHEHEHE THANK UU 🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

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Hey hey!! Fuuta receiving physical affection?👉🏻👈🏻

RAAAAAH I LOVE FUUTA

LOSER COLLEGE GAMER FUUTA -

Loves it SO much. Touch starved as utter FUCK.

Virgin loser.. let's hope he doesnt pop one.. ruh roh !!

Favorite is resting his head on ur chest. Doesn't matter if you dont have boobs, flat is perfect. Actual humongous man boobs or luscious sexy victorias secret double ds ? the same hes sleeping in him. he does not csre.

Likes when you sit on his lap while he plays video games

Arcade dates but the challenge is playing one handed cause his other is holding urs lol

MILGRAM FUUTA -

Assuming you just met him in milgram, hes much more skittish, and unsure. You, of course, probably are too.

If you're the crazy type, and just jumped towards him with love when you saw him (me), he might be a bit overwhelmed at first.

But he can't deny a part of him likes it.

When he gets deemed guilty, a heavy set of depression weighs on him.

Enjoys your touchy nature even more now, laying down and using your thighs as a pillow. Its the only way he feels like hes safe when he sleeps, especially after Kotoko.

POST MILGRAM FUUTA -

BAES OUTTA JAIL LET'S GOO !!

Now lets say you just met him, at first hes a bit nervous, very traumatized from milgram and Kotoko.

Im sorry, but, especially so if you're a girl.. hes arguably more of a loser, hes not misogynistic just scared.

But once he knows you like him, and he likes you, and he gets comfortable and used to the way you make him feel, he absorbs it like itll be the last time he ever feels you.

Its almost a little painful, seeing how he clings to you like he'll lose you.

But, you stay. You let him hold onto you, and even when you know his past, you hold him too.

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SHIDOU REQUEST WAS GREAT THANK YOU . May i request . more shidou the brain rot is so bad literally anything

i was gonna be angsty but i decided on falling in love with each other

cw : kinda angsty ? motherlike reader but gn still, fight scene

What was it ?

What was it that first drew you to Shidou Kirisaki ?

Maybe it was the way he remained calm, and poised.

Perhaps because he was a doctor ..

The way he smoked despite knowing the best he shouldn't.

When you'd bump into him late in the night to share a cigarette

slowly opening up

being trapped in milgram together

and seeing people so different but simultaneously so so similar to you, being lifted up and broken down, judged and weighted, watching you become sentient chess pieces in a game of forgivable or unforgivable

It gets hard

And when push came to shove, Kotoko started her attacks,

The smoke group- Especially Shidou, were there for the guilty prisoners.

Given two of them, Mikoto, and You, were guilty.

Kotoko first attacked Mikoto, who, to just about everyones surprise, showed a much more sinister side to him ?

Despite him fighting back, it didnt deter her, not in the slightest.

So, she went for Mahiru.

You were busy with Amane, still unsure if she'd go for her.

Unfortunately, no one was there to protect Mahiru, not until Shidou showed up.

Kotoko had her on the brink of death when he arrived, but even so, in almost a trance like state, he tended to her, and performed about a miracle.

That was probably it, that was probably what really sparked you.

Now, it was free fire on guilty inmates, leaving Fuuta, Amane, and, You.

Thankfully, Kazui, bless the old smoker ,protected Fuuta from Kotoko. However, still not without injury.

Okay, its You and Amane. The others try to console you, as Amane had left on her own.

You scoffed at their attempts to ease you.

"Dont calm me down, not when im not even worked up."

So, you went to find Amane, she atleast shouldn't be alone if Kotoko confronts her, violently or not.

You two sit in mostly silence, but its clearly appreciated from the young girl to have a safe figure.

And that's probably what sparked it for Shidou.

Amane had always hated him for whatever reason, he had yet to figure out. In fact, she detested just about everyone, and held herself up very strictly and righteously, even as a young girl.

Even so, you, with your crimes, certain actions, and overall behavior at times, still breaking atleast one wall within the girl, and staying by her side. It hit him.

It reminded him eerily of distant memories.

Still, it ached his chest in a vaguely familiar way.

And, eventually, Kotoko arrived.

Of course she said she had to attempt to hurt a child, just a 'talk'.

Obviously, you were having none of that, right ?

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched your leg swing up with a force he didn't realize you possessed.

It kicked her jaw, throwing it to the side with a satisfying or disturbing crack depending on you or asked.

Kotoko was swift, but perhaps she wasn't as prepared, or atleast not as much as she thought she was.

The other smokers and Amane watched in an unreadable expression, as the other didnt give Kotoko a chance to defend her self, but swinging with her other arm and aiming flat on the other side of her face.

You scoffed, and put your hand to her head before pushing her down, and stepping over to press your foot down onto her chest.

Internally, you were shitting your pants. Kotoko could absolutely overpower you with ease, you just needed to convince her she couldn't.

With being swift, and unreadable, you hoped the shock would seem like strength instead.

Thankfully, Kotoko, almost flustered at the actual audacity of this scene, backed down.

You left her with some half assed threat about staying in her lane, before watching as she left.

Shidou had to help you not throw up.

From then on out, you two seemed to stick together.

Hm.

Theres a lot of other moments between you, though, it could totally be a lot of other things.

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HELLOOO, IF YOUR REQS ARE OPEN CAN I PLEASE REQUEST LIKE SOMETHING REALLY FLUFFY/CUTE WITH HARUKA 😭

HIIIII !!!!!!!

yes, they always are 😈😈

Haruka who clings onto you

like all day

he wants to feed you

feed him back fr

he ties your shoes for you (or tries)

zips your jacket up

he likes it when you play w his hair or sing him to sleep

being a partner, boyfriend/girlfriend, not a place in parental figure

he genuinely appreciates you so much

doesn't know how to express it all but hes working on it

you help him more than you know

doing skincare together at night

showering and bathing together completely non sexually

bathing each other, making sure he isnt smelly !!

he likes massaging your hair