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[dis--parity]

The Afterglow

Summary: The consequences of Theo's actions lead to something good, for once. Content warnings: Sexual/suggestive themes Word count: 1,109 Author's notes: This drabble was prompted by an ask from @airxn; "What if... mini drabble for after Theo and Bernard's first time? Nothing explicit, but... I'm curious about Theo's thought process that day / night :]c" Thank you for the spontaneous prompt! <3

"What the fuck is wrong with me?"

My grip on my own soberness, my own lucidity, is tenuous at best. All I can do is stare up at the blank off-white ceiling of the room I was only-so-casually invited into for a talk, another opportunity to shoot the shit like any other.

It's impossible to distract myself when I keep feeling the draught from the open window breezing over my bare body. There's a fly that's blown in from outside. My attempts to catch my breath are accompanied by my aimless, incomplete gaze following the nonsense paths it draws in the air. The only other thing that breaks the silence is the harmony of his breaths next to mine, the rising and falling of his chest imperceptibly synchronising with my own.

Why doesn't he seem to care? Why isn't he freaking out right now? He was inconsolable when he found me bleeding on another dude's driveway, but this is different. Surely this is worse - another thing in the cacophony of shit I never thought would happen to me, that I never thought I'd do.

I just fucked another man, and he's... is he smiling?

Finally, I feel something that pries my gaze away from the fly above us. His arm, tucking itself behind my head and pulling me into him by the shoulder. Instantly, my hand presses to his bare chest to keep what little distance we have left between us. His only answer to my teeth gritting and my breath becoming shallow is to run a hand through my hair— fuck, why is that so nice?

This shouldn't be so nice.

"What the fuck is wrong with me, Bernie? I'm-... fuck, why didn't you stop me? You just-.... you just let it happen, what-.. your parents, they-"

"Shhhhhhh... relax, Theo, you're okay. Take a second..."

... fuck, why is that working so well? My eye glances up at him, and even though I feel rotten as my naked body presses to his, I can feel it burning away with the sight of him. With the impression, the memory of what we've made of ourselves, lingering in every exhausted breath I take. My mind yearns for a better look at him, a complete look at him.

I just find myself thanking my ears for still working well enough to hear him, now.

"Who cares what anyone thinks?" he shrugs, finally pressing me flush against him. His heartbeat is so slow, so soothing. I love this song. "It's not like my parents are ever gonna find out anyway. I mean, shit, how long have we been making fun of people for actin' gay?"

"But that's exactly it," I protest. "I've been... fuck, are we gay? Shit, I don't want to be gay, but-... fuck, that was so good, though, I can't-" "Because we've spent our whole friendship thinking it was a bad thing?" Not a trace of panic is in his voice, even now. The way his fingers feel, dragging up the creen of my neck and down my back, is so hypnotically calming. "Theo... that was the best thing I've ever felt. And nobody needs to know but us. Besides... you didn't stop yourself. Seems to me you liked it just as much-"

"Oh my God, Burn—" I can only scowl, but... I can already feel that anger with myself melting away as I hide my burning face in his shoulder. He's always been so strong - I never imagined he'd be this fucking hot, and now-

Why am I having these thoughts about him, even now? This tenderness, this... is this love? I guess I wouldn't know. But, even if it is...

"... I don't... you just let me do that. And... it was so fucking good, Burn, you're right. But, I don't..." I feel myself press further against him. This isn't nearly close enough for me, but at the same time, this warmth just feels... maybe not wrong, but too out of place to belong to me.

"... I don't deserve you. I don't... deserve someone like you. We made a shitty life together, and we got off on making other people feel like trash. But, now that I'm the one who's feeling like shit, you just... like me enough to let me do this? Despite it all?"

I feel a tear in my eye roll onto his bare skin. My throat dries the more I speak, but I can't even stop myself, not while my whole body still follows the gentle, nonsense patterns his fingers draw on my back. It's only shaken away when he shrugs, bringing my head up enough for him to press a kiss to the top of my head.

Fuck, even that feels like an instant of heaven.

"Who cares if you think you deserve it? You still do." he hums. "It doesn't matter if anyone thinks they're deserving of anything. Respect, or kindness, love - good times and bad. Disasters, shit-talking, loss - people get hit by that shit whether they like it or not. All that matter is whether you want it, and what you're gonna do about it. So, only question is..."

Suddenly, he rolls against me - and in an instant, I'm looking up at him, smiling down at me, that face of his framed by that brown hair that I want nothing more than to run my hands through right now.

"Do you want this?"

The question alone melts away my disgust. In the sight of his body looming over mine, our hearts probably beating in the same tempo... I feel nothing more than blessed. My hands leave where they lie either side of my face to grab his cheeks, pulling him down until our lips press together again. His smile is burned into my vision even as my eyes close, even as he grabs my hand and interlaces our fingers in the plushness of the pillow beneath me. Only when he pulls away again do I chase him for a second - but that smile of his is back. I don't even need to open my eyes to see it.

His breath mingles with mine. His words are like honey, or molten chocolate, or my first taste of a new, sweet food.

"... I like you, Theo."

The laughter that pushes out from my throat makes me feel weightless in that instant - and before I can control myself, yet again, I'm kissing his lips, his jaw, his neck, all with a smile—

"... I should fuckin' hope you do. But... I think it's better you show me."

Words aren't enough for what I'm feeling. Words will never be enough.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

[ahogechef]

"Mama!! Happy Mother's Day! I made you something and I want you to try it! Sit, sit!!"

"Thank you! But ahaha, I'm coming, Kaede, I'm coming!" Mia just laughs as she lets her daughter pull her by the hand to the dining room chair. Kaede would always do that when she was a child, too: grabbing her mom's hand and excitedly dragging her to a seat when she made her something. She always found it so precious! As she sits down, Mia is greeted to not just one dish: but a whole course of meals! "Oh...!!"

"Okay! Sooo~!" As she starts pointing to the different dishes, Kaede lists them: "I made you melted raclette cheese over some roasted potatoes, veggies, and some prosciutto and slices of baguette bread; this oneee is chateau..briand over tagliatelle pasta... and then for dessert: St. Honoré Cake!!"

"O-Oh my goodness, Kaede! You made all this for me...?!" Mia just stares in awe at the different dishes her daughter made. All dishes she tells her family that she especially enjoyed back home at France... leave it to her daughter to keep note of that and make all her mother's favorite foods... "Hehe, it also sounds you've been practicing your pronunciation, too."

"E-Ehehe... I'd feel kind of embarrassed if I struggled to say some of those words right now, soo I've been practicing!"

"I'm very proud of you, sweetheart. Well, I can't keep little my professional chef waiting, right? Let's try one of each!" And so, Mia does just that while Kaede sits next to her, excitedly awaiting how she'll love everything! Of course, as she tastes every dish, humming in delight: they were extremely delicious. It tasted just like how she remembers her own mother making them, or how she makes them! Kaede truly has come a long way... "Kaede....these are all so, so good. You did an amazing job, just like I knew you would." Kissing the top of Kaede's forehead, she brings her into a tight hug. "This was a very wonderful surprise! Just spending today with you already makes it a great one, but then you went the extra mile like you always do. Thank you... I'm so happy to be your mother, Kaede: each and everyday. I love you."

"Hehe, aww, mom.... I'm so happy to hear you say that.." Kaede hugs her back as just tight, humming at the forehead kiss as she nuzzles against her. That really made her so happy to hear... Knowing she made her mother this happy.. made getting up so early to prepare all this, all the more worth it! "I love you, too! And you've always done so much for me and taught me so many dishes.. so I wanted to show you what I could do and bring a little bit of your homeland to the table~!"

"And you did just that! Now, let's have a nice lunch together, shall we? Your father may be out of luck in having anything left for him to try, hehe~!"

"Eheheh! He better hope we'll get too full, then!" They both laugh as they begin eating together, beaming all the more. Eating together with her daughter and just sharing such a nice moment like this with her: Mia wouldn't have today, any other way...

[ryogai]

As much as Nix didn't want to believe it, the truth was now in front of her face. Cernunnos had fallen but there was that clear feeling that it wasn't over yet. That something still didn't quite make sense. The truth arrived when a familiar face arrived, confirming what she had wanted to deny. Oberon was alive, at least this part of him was. His True Name was revealed to be Vortigern and Oberon as she knew him, was well and dead now.. Everything had gone according to the Pretender's plan but that didn't mean she would give up now. Not one bit. It was a struggle of a battle, especially since the Master had been fighting for what felt like a whole day straight. Though in the end, they all pulled through.. It was sad to part ways with the Pretender like that but she had a feeling he would prefer it that way in the end.

The Storm Border managed to escape with one last miracle in the midst of the abyss. Blue skies were there to welcome them and Nix had no idea how much she missed that color until that moment. The silverette was running on fumes but made her way up to the deck because Mash wished to do so. Why not give Britain one last farewell after all the time they spent in it's alternate world? So the Master made her way out, keeping the cape of her mystic code wrapped around her. 'Just a few more minutes won't hurt.' She had to keep telling herself that as she spoke with Mash and Da Vinci, Gaheris keeping an eye on them just in case.

They turned to start leaving when Nix stumbled, barely managing to catch herself. Ah, seemed it all was catching up to her at once. She had been going for almost a day straight, using those shots the medical team gave her for needed boosts of stamina and what have you. She knew it wasn't a cure-all, especially for the injury she sustained in that final clash with Vortigern. It was hard to ignore the searing pain in her side now but it didn't prevent want happened next. The voices around her were muffled and the world began to spin as Nix fell to the floor of the deck. Muffled voices sounded further and further away as all went black, the Master now falling into a deep sleep..

Avalon : Cosmos Denial

[novaimperia]

“he’s never made you cum? well, that just won’t do, bestie.”

that’s what satoru said when you told him your ex had been terrible in bed. 

being in his room, in just shorts and a shirt (his shirt), is normal for you two; you’ve been friends since you were in diapers, after all. you just got out of a bad breakup with a guy you didn’t really care all that much about and satoru was more than keen to hear the juicy gossip. he heard all about the gaslighting, the controlling behaviour, and the bad hygiene. but apparently, being a selfish lover was the worst thing the loser had ever done.

seemingly thinking that living an orgasmless life is the worst possible fate to face, he grabbed your ankle, pulled you under him, your back falling with a thump! on his bed, and grinned at you. “i have an idea. do you trust me?”

his bright idea?

making up for all orgasms you missed out. 

“s-satoru! no -ngh!- more. i can’t!”

flashing a mischievous smile through the wild cloud of pleasure glazing his eyes, he coos, “aw, tapping out already? didn’t realise i was friends with a quitter. come on, you got at least three more in you, don’t you? please, baby?”

you want to scream that you’ve already had five but all that comes out of you are lewd moans as you squirm on his sheets, sweat soaked, and shirt baring your tits to his groping hands. without waiting for a reply, he dives back in between your legs. 

“you taste so good – you been eating pineapples, or something?” wet lips wrap around your swollen clit and he makes a loud sluuuuuurrp! sound that echoes around the room. it’s too much, too fast. you can’t tell how long it’s been or even how much longer he plans on smothering himself between your thighs; you should have known satoru meant it literally when he said he's going to make up for lost time. “wanna taste yourself? you need to know how insane this pussy is.”

long, slender fingers smear your own wetness against your lips and he watches you suck on them. the bed begins to shake, banging against the wall ever so slightly. god, is he humping the bed?

“oh, yeah…such a good girl.” you earn a slap against your clit before he quite literally motorboats your poor cunt, blowing raspberries on the cream gushing out. “knew you’d taste good. i mean, you smell good. heh, did you know, i have a habit of sniffing your seat after you leave? it’s why i want you sitting on a pillow.”

delirious, you ask, “but i -ah fuck!- thought that was the j-japanese way?”

your back arches when his fingers curl up against your g-spot. “no, dum-my. that’s just the gojo way.”

“you’re a pervert!”

“i’m a pervert? baby,” he says, pouting against your puffy pussy, “you’re tightening up on my fingers. you're just as much of a pervert as i am. can’t we just agree that we’re both perverts? you like knowing that i’m filthy, don’t you? you like knowing that i jerk off to all the fit checks you send me. that i make copies of the nudes you have saved on your phone.”

“fuck!”

you cum all over his face for the sixth time that night.

through bleary eyes, you see his shiny, swollen lips curving up into a shit-eating grin. in his hand, he holds his pretty cock, which he teases to your quivering hole. then, right before he thrusts inside, he jerks his head to the phone on the bed. 

the fucker’s dialled your ex and you can’t even focus on the fact that he hasn’t hung up, because then your best friend is filling you up so deliciously, your legs tighten around his hips, locking at the ankles and keeping him lodged inside. 

he kisses your lips. the shutters go off. so does the flash.

“mmhm...satoru!”

“you really shouldn’t -ha- share your password with anyone, bestie. not even me.”

[sinkuna]

୨୧ ― The garage door slams shut with a muffled thud, sealing you both in the dark garage. The car is still warm from the drive home, engine ticking as the leather seats creak under Nanami’s weight. His tie hangs loose around his neck, silk fabric slithering between his fingers as he cages you against the backseat- his knee forcing your legs apart. 

"Seven days…," he grits out, the numbers sharp as his cursed blade… It was rare to hear him talk like that…

"Kento… please don't be mad… w-we ah~," impatient, his large hands shove your dress up your thighs, bunching the fabric around your waist, "We've been so busy with the girls lately." your hands tremble as you run them over the lapels of his jacket.

He catches your wrist and pulls your hand to his mouth. A shiver races up your spine as he kisses your palm, tongue hot and wet as it traces along your skin. His teeth are just as sharp, grazing against your skin in a warning, "I don't want excuses," Nanami growls, the low sound going straight to your cunt, "I want you."

His breath carries hints of bourbon and mint from dinner- restraint absolutely snapped, the kind that’s been simmering all week between packed lunched, overtime with Gojo, and your second grader’s nightmares about how daddy doesn’t come back home from work one day… 

Nanami refuses to waste any more time. Like he said, it’s been seven fucking days. He’s missed having you all to himself. The feeling of your velvety walls wrapped around him- strangling his cock just how he likes it. 

Without hesitation. His thumb hooks into your lace panties, tearing them sideways with a rip that makes you gasp and arch, "F-fuck, Kento-!~"

"Quiet," he growls against your neck, calloused palm smacking your clit once, twice, the crack echoing off the tinted windows, "You've been begging for this all night." The sound of his pants zipper fills the small space, his cock springing free- heavy and angry red with a bead of precum drooling at the tip. "Squirming in your seat. Smirking at me as your heel grazes my thigh."

He doesn't prep you- doesn't need to. Your pussy has been dripping since the appetizers, and he knows, the bastard, smirking as he swipes his tip against your entrance, "Look at you," he taunts, dragging his cock through your slick, coating himself, "So wet for me already. You missed my cock so much, hm?"

Fuck, yesyesyes you missed his cock, missed the stretch and burn and ache when he first plunges into you. A breathless, "Yes~♡ " falls from your lips, followed by a desperate moan as his fat cock rams into your soaked cunt without warning- filling you, stretching you out.

You do your best to choke back a scream. You know better, know to keep your voice down in case your girls and Yuji have fallen asleep- the last thing you need is to wake them. But Nanami is merciless, fucking you open, the squelch of your juices loud enough to drown out any other noise in the confined space, his hips snap up- slamming into you as he fucks you against the leather seats.

"I—fu—I've s'missed you, Kento~"

Nanami's eyes soften then, a small smile forming as his hand cradles your face. The pad of his thumb traces the outline of your lip before pushing in, his gaze darkening at the way your lips part for him so willingly.

His grip on your jaw turns bruising, the way his lips smash against yours- it's painful, but the sting is delicious, "You kept teasing me about wanting another kid," he grunts, sweat dripping off his jaw onto your heaving chest.

His wedding band catches the moonlight streaming through the garage window as he grips your throat, not hard enough to hurt- yet.

"Maybe I will put a third in you tonight. Watch you swell up again…" His voice drops, gravelly and low, "You'd look so beautiful like that, again."

You claw at the part of his chest that's exposed, the fabric wrinkled beyond salvation, and moan, "Y'already... nnf... can't handle two—hah!~"

He slams deeper- hand fisting in your hair cutting you off-  "Try me."

His Mercedes rattles as he flips you onto your knees, face mashed against the fogged window. His palm cracks against your ass, reddening the skin before he yanks your hips back, spearing you in one vicious stroke. Your tits crush against the seat, nipples rubbed raw by the upholstery as he drills into your g-spot.

Somewhere upstairs, he hears a floorboard squeak… The sound traveling easily through the thin wall that connects the garage to the house. Nanami freezes, cock twitching inside you. 

Then, unmistakable in the sudden silence, comes the patter of small feet and excited voices from within the house.

"Daddy and Mommy are home!"

"Shh! Remember what big bro Yuji said? We should be sleeping!"

Nanami’s eyes narrow, "S-shit." He rams home once more, burying his groan in the crook of your neck as he spills, hot and thick, painting your walls white as it floods your womb. His cum leaks down your trembling thighs as he collapses against you, his forehead dropping to your shoulder blade with a defeated thud while muttering, "...they're awake-"

So much for having you to himself the rest of the night…

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 

Nine months later, Nanami Kento is changing diapers at 3 am, dark circles under his eyes but with a tender smile that lights up the pink nursery.

"Worth it."

⋆｡˚꒰ঌ 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ໒꒱˚｡⋆

[ksuojelly]

''My daddy!" your daughter squeals, her tiny hands grabbing at Sukuna’s sleeve as she tugs with all her might, her little face scrunched in fierce determination.

"No, my daddy!" you shoot back with mock seriousness, yanking on his other arm with equal intensity.

Sukuna, seated on the couch with his arms stretched out like he's being crucified by love, with a rainbow unicorn bandage is stuck to his forehead. Why? No one knows. His crimson eyes remain glued to the TV screen but he’s not really watching anymore, quietly accepting his fate.

He doesn't say anything, though there’s the faintest ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips.

''My daddy gives me more kisses'' your daughter declares, raising the stakes with wide, victorious eyes.

You gasp. “Traitor!” you chime in playfully, gripping his other arm and pretending to pout. “I saw him first!”

"Unbelievable," he murmurs under his breath, eyes glancing between the two girls tugging on him like he's a prized teddy bear.

Your daughter tugs harder, giggling. “S' Mine Papa forever!”

You gasp in mock betrayal. “What?! I give him goodnight kisses! And make his tea!”

“I draw him pictures!”

“I keep him warm at night!”

Sukuna finally exhales and tilts his head back against the couch. “I should’ve stayed a curse.”

You and your daughter both throw yourselves against him in an instant, wrapping him in tiny arms and grown-up affection. He lets out a low, exaggerated groan but doesn’t move he just melts quietly into your combined warmth.

The room is filled with you and your daughters giggles high-pitched, unfiltered, contagious, Sukuna’s arms slide around the two of you, one large hand gently cradling your daughter’s back, the other resting over your waist.

Silently complaining like a grumpy old man, lips pressed in that familiar irritated line

And despite the complaining, he doesn’t push either of you away.

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[zenmiren]

all the other women in your gardening club were so incredibly jealous of you.

it had started off when you were showing them a photo of some fresh strawberries that you grew. the photo was of around 16 perfect looking, freshly washed strawberries placed on top of a cloth inside a basket... and the basket was being held by your husband, satoru.

it was a simple photo, satoru had a cute face, not looking at the camera but instead, was looking down at the fresh fruit, impatiently waiting to eat them.

your fellow club members gawked and smiled widely at your photo.

"wowh! what a beauty!"

"how perfect!"

you smiled in pride as your club members complimented the photo of your stawberries, unaware that they were staring only at satoru and his annoyingly handsome face.

the next instance was when you had shown them photos of your perfect, weedless garden.

"wowh! what weed killer do you use?" one of the older women exclaimed in shock.

"ohh ahah!" you smiled "i don't use any weed killers, we have a dog in the house and i'm afraid he might sniff the toxins, so i pick out the small ones by myself, and i ask my husband to get the bigger ones for me"

"ah... you're so lucky, [name].. my husband is far too lazy to pick out the large weeds when i ask..."

"your husband listens to you, just like that? i wish my husband would do that.. if i ever asked, he'd complain and whine like a baby"

the last was when your car broke down and had to stay in maintenance for a few days. satoru dropped you off to your gardening club that saturday.

when you walked in, all the ladies' heads snapped over to see satoru.

".. he's even more handsome in person.."

"he's sooo dreamy.."

"look at his biceps..."

you turned around, going on your tiptoes to kiss him goodbye. satoru placed his hand on your waist, leaning in to pull you into his hungry mouth. you pulled away, much to his dismay, satoru tried to pepper more kisses on your face, but you quietly told him to stop, causing him to pout.

"... and he's so inlove with her too..."

"what a loving man.."

"... i hope [name] knows how lucky she is."

those other ladies whispered among themselves before you gave satoru another kiss farewell before turning around and greeting your club members. satoru lingered around the doorway for another minute, watching you with a gentle smile before forcing himself to turn around and leave.

that alone made the ladies expel any thoughts of seducing him to cheat on you... it was too late. He was too deeply in love, and much to their dismay, they understood clearly why he was so obsessed with you.

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[reissancesstuff]

“WHO are you?”

sypnosis: you're too drunk to recognize your boyfriend.

warnings: alcohol (reader is drunk), swearing.

featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, sukuna ryomen.

Gojo

You are absolutely, unapologetically, undeniably wasted.

You don’t even remember how many drinks you’ve had. All you know is that the room is spinning, your heels are in your hand, and you’re sitting outside the club on the curb with a pout that could kill a man.

“Satoru,” you mumble, squinting at your phone. “Why hasn’t he called me back? That bastard.”

You’re just about to text him for the eighth time (your phone is upside down, for the record) when a familiar voice cuts through the haze.

“There you are,” the voice says, amused. “You’re lucky I’m sexy and patient.”

You blink up, shielding your eyes from the moonlight—or maybe it’s the streetlight, or maybe it's the glowing aura of the man standing in front of you.

He’s tall. White-haired. Wearing a black coat and sunglasses, at night, like a menace.

You frown.

“Who,” you say seriously, “the fuck are you?”

He freezes.

You narrow your eyes further, wobbling to your feet and poking his chest.

“Back off, handsome stranger,” you declare. “I already have a boyfriend.”

He sputters. “Handsome? Wait—”

“He’s the love of my life,” you say proudly. “Six feet of nonsense. White hair. Smug face. He’s so annoying. But like, in a hot way.”

“…That’s literally just me,” he deadpans.

“Nooo,” you slur. “Satoru’s prettier.”

His jaw drops. “Excuse me?! I AM SATORU!”

You gasp. Loudly.

“Oh my god. You’re one of those crazy fans.”

“What???”

You stumble back, dramatically offended. “You wanna be him, don’t you? Is that why you dyed your hair? Is this cosplay?!”

Gojo stares at you, dumbfounded.

You wave your heel in the air like a sword. “Back off! I’m loyal!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. “Sweetheart—”

You cut him off, whispering, “Don’t call me that. Only Satoru calls me sweetheart.”

“…I am Satoru!”

A pause. Then, suddenly, you gasp again—like your brain has rebooted.

“Wait… You sound like him,” you say slowly, brows furrowing. “Say something only Satoru would say.”

He leans in, lips grazing your ear.

“I know how you like it when I kiss that one spot on your thigh.”

You shriek, smacking his chest. “Okay you’re him!!”

He laughs—loud, stupid, proud.

“I hate you,” you mumble into his coat as he wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground like you weigh nothing.

“You said I was hot,” he hums smugly. “I’m never letting that go.”

“You’re annoying,” you grumble, snuggling into him anyway. “Still prettier in my head.”

He kisses your forehead. “Good thing I’m also prettier in real life.”

---

By the time he gets you home, you’ve fallen asleep in his arms.

You wake up the next morning with a hangover, a glass of water on your nightstand, and a sticky note on your forehead.

"Handsome Stranger says hi. —Your boyfriend 💙"

You groan, burying your face in the pillow.

God, he’s never gonna let this go.

But honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Geto

You’re drunk.

Like, embarrassingly drunk.

Like, sitting outside the izakaya barefoot with your shoes in your lap and a half-eaten skewer in your hand, slurring into your phone like it’s your long-lost best friend.

“Where the hell is Suguru?” you mumble. “I’m cold. And also beautiful. I deserve a ride.”

A shadow falls over you.

You look up—slowly, dramatically—and see a tall, broad figure standing above you, dark hair in a low bun, wearing all black like he’s auditioning to be a villain in a slow-burn romance anime.

“Get up,” he says. Calm. Deep. Familiar.

You squint. “Oh my god.”

He raises a brow. “Yes?”

“You’re hot,” you whisper.

He sighs. “Baby, it’s me.”

“No,” you say, pointing a threatening skewer at him. “My boyfriend is nicer. He’s sweet. And warm. And smells like sandalwood and chaos. You look like a mafia boss. You probably steal hearts and credit cards.”

Suguru stares at you like he’s questioning all his life choices.

You stand up—well, try to—and nearly fall into him. His arms catch you effortlessly, like it’s muscle memory.

You shove a finger in his chest. “I’m taken. My boyfriend will kill you.”

“Will he?” he asks, humoring you. “Violent type?”

“The worst,” you say proudly. “He once glared at a guy so hard his hairline receded.”

“Sounds terrifying.”

“He is,” you nod seriously. “And he calls me ‘sweetheart’ when he wants something.”

Suguru exhales a laugh, something low and fond. “Okay. What if I prove I’m him?”

You blink at him, considering. “…Fine. Do it.”

He steps close, close enough that his chest brushes yours.

“Two weeks ago, you said if I didn’t let you adopt a cat, you’d put glitter in my shampoo.”

Your jaw drops. “How did you—?!”

“Three days ago, you cried because a dog in a TikTok wore boots.”

“And last night,” he leans in, brushing his lips by your ear, “you told me I’m your favorite ‘tall dark and dangerous’ man, but you’d leave me instantly for Keanu Reeves.”

You gasp. “Suguru?!”

“Yes.”

“OH MY GOD.” You slap his arm. “Why didn’t you say so earlier!?”

“I did.”

You cling to him, dramatic as ever. “I missed you. You smell good. Don’t ever leave me again.”

He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you bridal style toward the car, shaking his head with the softest smile.

“You’re gonna regret all of this in the morning,” he murmurs, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I regret nothing,” you slur. Then squint up at him. “Wait. Did you really glare a guy’s hairline off?”

“…That one might’ve been a little exaggerated.”

“Still hot.”

---

The next morning, you wake up in Suguru’s hoodie, with water, painkillers, and a sticky note on your phone:

“Mafia Boss says thank you for your compliments. You’re under permanent protection now. —Your real boyfriend 💌”

You bury your face in the pillow.

He’s never letting this go.

And honestly? You’re kind of glad.

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Nanami

You’re sitting on a curb, absolutely wasted.

There’s glitter on your eyelids, chicken nuggets in your purse, and a girl from the bar sobbing beside you because her ex posted a gym selfie.

You offer her a nugget.

“You deserve better,” you tell her. “You’re gorgeous. Your eyebrows are, like, symmetrical. I’d marry you.”

She sniffles, then stares behind you. “Uhh… is that your boyfriend?”

You turn.

And see a tall, broad man walking up, sleeves rolled, tie loose, face unreadable—like God sent a male model from a finance firm to collect wayward souls off the street.

You frown.

“You look expensive,” you say slowly. “Are you one of those… high-end butlers?”

He stops in front of you. “You’re drunk.”

You blink. “How do you know?”

“Because I’m your boyfriend.”

Your jaw drops. “No you’re not. My boyfriend is… emotionally repressed. Wears beige. Has a sexy office job and a judgmental stare.”

Nanami sighs. “That’s me.”

You squint suspiciously. “Okay, if you’re really my boyfriend… what’s my weirdest habit?”

He looks down at you, voice flat. “You talk to plants. You name them. One is called Baby Groot. You cried when he lost a leaf.”

Your lips part. “Only he would know that…”

You wobble to your feet and nearly fall, catching yourself on his very firm chest. You clutch his shirt.

“Oh my god,” you whisper. “You are my sexy office man.”

“Let’s go home,” he mutters, guiding you gently toward his car.

You dig your heels into the ground. “Wait! Waitwaitwait—don’t kidnap me! I have a boyfriend!”

“You just admitted I am your boyfriend.”

“…Oh. Right.” You giggle. “Lucky me.”

He helps you into the passenger seat like you’re fragile cargo. Once seated, you stare at him as he buckles you in.

“You’re so handsome,” you murmur.

“I know.”

“And patient.”

“I have no choice.”

“You’re gonna marry me one day.”

His hands still for half a second.

Then: “I already plan to.”

You pass out smiling.

---

The next morning, you wake up in bed, dressed in your comfiest pajamas, with a glass of water, aspirin, and a note:

"In case you forget: yes, I am your boyfriend. No, I am not a butler. Please hydrate. —Kento"

You giggle into the pillow.

You’re definitely going to marry that man.

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Toji

You are sitting on a barstool, double fisting two very illegally strong cocktails, laughing at absolutely nothing.

You're also very certain that a hot man is trying to kidnap you.

“Ma’am,” the man says, standing in front of you like an irritated wall of muscle. “It’s me.”

You look him up and down.

Black hair. Green eyes. Tall. Scary aura. Tight shirt. Very very hot.

But no. You're loyal.

You squint. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

The man pinches the bridge of his nose. “I picked you up from karaoke an hour ago.”

“Impossible,” you say dramatically. “My boyfriend would never show up to karaoke. He thinks fun is ‘a scam made by broke people.’”

“That’s exactly what I said,” he grunts.

You gasp. “You are hot though. Like, really hot. But listen—my boyfriend? He’s kinda mean, super strong, and terrifying. He could totally kill you.”

He stares.

You continue: “He’s also soooo good in bed. Real monster. Demon behavior. But he’s mine, so—”

Toji grabs your wrist. “Get your ass up.”

You gasp again. “You’re aggressive. Just like him. But he’d never touch me like that in public unless I pissed him off.”

“Oh?” he says, voice flat. “You mean like getting blackout drunk, threatening the DJ, and petting strangers' dogs without asking?”

You tilt your head. “So you do know me...”

“I live with you.”

You lean forward, squinting hard, then grab his face between your hands. “Say something only my boyfriend would say.”

He deadpans, “If you puke in my car again, I’m charging you five grand.”

Your mouth drops open. “Toji?!”

“Finally.”

You throw your arms around his neck. “Where have you been all night?!”

“Chasing your drunk ass down. Again.”

He tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and starts walking to his car.

“Wait,” you slur. “You’re not gonna murder me, right?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“But I’m your babygirl…”

He opens the car door. “You’re my goddamn headache.”

“Love you too!”

---

The next morning, you wake up with a hangover and a bruise on your hip that looks suspiciously like the edge of Toji’s shoulder.

You check your phone.

1 New Message from Toji

📸 [photo of you passed out face-first in his passenger seat, drooling]

Toji: Don’t drink again unless I’m there. Dumbass.

You smile.

Your murderous, scary, mean boyfriend is the best.

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Sukuna

You’re absolutely, irreparably hammered.

How do you know?

Because there is a gorgeous man standing in front of you with piercings, tattoos, and arms you’d like to sit on — and instead of flirting with him, you’re loudly sobbing to your friend.

“He’s gonna kill him. He’s gonna kill the hot guy,” you sniff.

“Who?”

“That guy,” you point at the very man you’re talking about. “He’s hot but he’s not my boyfriend. But he’s gonna die. My boyfriend is crazy.”

The man in question — the hot one — drags a hand down his face. “You’re drunk off your ass.”

You nod solemnly. “Yes. And you should leave before he finds you.”

“I am your boyfriend.”

You blink. “Noooo, my boyfriend has tattoos—”

He lifts his shirt.

“—oh my god you have tattoos,” you whisper.

“And piercings.”

You stare at the twin bars through his eyebrow and the silver glint on his tongue as he smirks.

“My boyfriend has those too!” you giggle. “But also, he’s terrifying. He’d murder you in an alley for touching me.”

He steps closer. “You mean like this?”

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulls you flush against him.

You freeze. “Bold of you, hot stranger.”

He leans in, voice low and dark in your ear. “You bit me last time I tried to wake you up from a drunk nap.”

You gasp. “Sukuna?!”

“Yeah, baby. It’s me.” He presses a kiss to your jaw, sharp canines grazing your skin. “Now let’s get you in the damn car before I dump you in a gutter.”

You wrap your arms around him, eyes wide. “You’re so mean. I love you.”

“I know you do, dumbass.”

---

The next morning, you wake up to an ice pack on your head and a water bottle on your nightstand. Sukuna is sitting at the edge of the bed, scrolling his phone.

“…Did I threaten you again last night?” you mumble.

“You told me you’d report me to the FBI if I didn’t prove I was your boyfriend.”

“Oh god.”

“You also called me ‘Mr. Jail Tattoos’ and asked if I knew I was hot.”

“I hate myself.”

He glances at you with that lazy smirk. “You said, and I quote, ‘I wanna kiss you but my boyfriend’s gonna beat your ass.’”

You pull a pillow over your face. “Did you beat your own ass?”

“Nah.” He shrugs. “But I did let you tackle me onto the bed. You drooled on my neck.”

“…Love you?”

He flicks your forehead. “Be less dumb next time.”

You grin. “That’s rich coming from you, Mr. Jail Tattoos.”

And he does, in fact, tackle you right back.

[kentorus]

satoru gojo who broke up with you first, apparently because "he had too much on his mind" and couldn't handle a relationship at the moment.

satoru gojo who regretted it the very next day, waking up alone in bed instead of finding you beside him.

satoru gojo who tried to thug it out, telling himself he wasn't the type to care. he was a womanizer, he just messed around. so why did he find himself thinking about you so often?

satoru gojo who texted you while drunk one week after he broke up with you, saying "i miss u."

satoru gojo who found himself going absolutely crazy with anguish when you didn't reply for the next three days.

satoru gojo who showed up at your door at 3 am on a tuesday, begging you to take him back. saying he promised he'd never hurt you again, that your absence was killing him. that he missed your smell, playing with your hair, hugging you from behind while you made breakfast for him.

satoru gojo who thanked the gods when you finally took him back after three weeks of trying to convince you.

satoru gojo who found himself unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you. buying you flowers randomly, trying his best to get out of work earlier just to spend more time with you, making dinner so you could rest, even making little diy gifts because he knew how much you loved them

satoru gojo who kept his promise and made you the happiest girl ever

written by @kentorus do not plagiarize.

[freaktoru]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . nanami kento doesn’t argue… except this time he does. and he fucks you while he does it.

18+ MDNI, nanami is kind of a meanie :(

nanami kento is a man of undeniable patience and unwavering calm. a think-first, speak-later kind of man—never quick to argue, and always one to listen attentively before offering his own thoughts.

but when you “accidentally” forget to tell him that you’re going out with your friends after work, and spend hours worrying him sick and not answering your phone? now that really pisses him off.

clearly, you had forgotten to follow one of the most important, fundamental rules the two of you had set for each other—always let the other know of your whereabouts. 

seems like nanami had to remind you somehow. and today, his method of choice was fucking it into you. 

“you just can’t” thrust. “do” thrust. “what” thrust. “i tell you” thrust. “huh?” he drives each word into you, his thick cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside—making sure you feel exactly how much he means it.

your face is buried in the sheets of your shared bed, tears staining the pristine white bedsheets. nanami has been at this for hours now, pounding into you—every thrust harder and more punishing than the last.

“ ‘m sorry k-kento please” you sob pathetically into the wet sheets, voice barely audible in your helpless position. a strong hand fists a handful of your hair, pulling your head up closer to his. 

kento leans over, his warm, ragged breath brushing the tip of your ear, staying buried deep in your quivering, tight walls. 

“what was that?” he whispers, keeping a strong—almost painful grip on your hair. 

“i’m s-sorryyy kento i forgot” 

“mmm sweetheart” he murmurs, his voice a low, husky, whisper “that just won’t do.” he finishes, deliberately moving his other hand from your waist up to your sensitive, hardened nipples. you let out a mewl of pleasure as he rolls one between his fingers—the sound quickly turning into a breathy whine when he pinches down.

“please” you barely choke out the plea between sharp sobs. 

“please what? use your words baby” he mutters, hands now kneading the soft flesh of your tits.

“i’m s-sorry” is the only thing you can manage to say—pathetic and ruined in your fucked out state.

kento frees you from his grasp, letting your head fall back down into the mattress. his bruising grip on your waist returns, and he slowly starts moving his hips again. 

“i don’t think you are” is all he says, before quickening his already harsh pace. kento fucks you like this—like he’s trying to make you understand—for the rest of the night.

and you do understand. you understand that you’ll never make nanami mad again.

[dis--parity]

The Unkindness

Trigger warnings: None Word Count: 2165 Author’s Notes: At LONG LONG long last, the story continues! Thank you all for being so patient as I work through my writer's block, I hope you enjoy this new chapter!

CHAPTERS hit and miss. | The Unkindness

“Do you feel as though you deserve the way you’re being treated?”

“... do I feel like I deserve it? What kinda question is that?”

“One I believe to still be necessary - simply to understand your perspective and response to her attitude towards you. Feelings change, and talking about what they tell you now will help, Theo.”

We’ve tread over the same ground so many times it feels like it’s the only path we’re able to take any more. In spite of all the times she insists that all choices and habits are a dirt road, conflict and bitterness are the only things in my life that are set in stone - and for want of a chisel, I’m forced to watch the picture of stability erode in front of me.

It’s getting harder to believe that a good therapist can fix that for me.

“I mean… shouldn’t it be obvious?” I huff. “I’ve been trying for God knows how long to better myself, but it means nothing to her. I went into my new job thinking I could stop being… haunted by the shit I’d done, and the road I thought I’d take. I really wanted to believe I could start over… and then she turns up. Every second we’re around each other, more and more of the progress I thought I made just… doesn’t register with her. It’s like I’ve always been the same person. Feelings change, yeah, but… people don’t. Not to her, and there’s no fuckin’ way she’s gonna stop thinkin’ of evil when she sees me.”

The silence is broken only by the gentle stroking of a pen against paper. I’ve gotten so used to it that I hardly even notice it at times, between the glare of those green eyes behind her glasses, framed by straight, perfectly-groomed ginger hair. Even the way her unchanging expression sits upon her umber skin feels like the cold, harsh judgement of a god I abandoned long ago at times.

“Remind me; how long has this been going on for, now?”

I was just about to ask that, actually - how long have we been stuck on this bullshit?

“Since we met again. Six, seven months ago. I didn’t even recognise her at first, ‘cause of the whole-” 

No. For all the things in the past I need to dwell on, the one thing that doesn’t matter is who she was.

“-nah, forget it, that’s the one thing I’ve never had an issue with. Her new identity was the easiest thing for me to adjust to, and, like- despite why I’m here, I’m happy for her, y’know? I just wish she hadn’t decided to bitch-slap me with her robot arm when all I wanted was to try and say hi.”

 I’m only left to wonder if the scratching of her pen is any indication that being bitch-slapped was something of note.

“And your boss?” she asks. “What’s he had to say about all this?”

“That’s the thing - he hasn’t said anything. Whenever we’re in the room together, he just tries to keep us apart. At the very least, he keeps an eye on us… but, right now he’s hardly even around to do that.”

“Your workplace keeps him busy?”

“Nah. Right now, he’s training for some kind of marathon for the charity we sponsor, so I’m holdin’ down the fort. I’ve only ever got the chance to talk to him about this whole Alex situation once, and all he told me was, like… that he’s tryin’ to keep things neutral between us ‘til we, just… start getting along. Like he expects it to be fuckin’ magic. Like some day, this black and white bullshit we got between us is suddenly gonna become some shade of grey.”

All I can muster is a scoff at my own recollection.

“… least this way, things aren’t as bland between us. Even if I wish she’d ask me the fuck I’m doing every now and then, instead of standing there in silence whenever I’m the one behind the counter.”

I hear her take a deep breath, tutting as she sets the book down. Oh, god. The only time she does that is when she’s about to lecture me. Her position on the seat shifts, her back straightens up. She’s getting ready to write. A lot.

“If that’s the attitude you take towards the dilemma, things are never going to improve. You claim to want peace between the two of you, or at the very least tolerance, yet in the same breath you state how much you thrive on the conflict between you. You still thrive on instability, when we both know you’re years past being in a situation where that was your norm.” 

Even now, her words cut into me like a razor, and carve my mentality into neat, easily-definable segments. The time of my life where I whored myself out for a quick buck and a good high poisons me like a bullet stuck in my chest, her constant reminders of my own failures in coping making old wounds burn and fester. 

“If positivity is too far off for the moment, it would be a good first step to at least accept neutrality. In that way, I think Souji has a point. Bland as you may see it, Theo, making an effort to create that shade of grey he envisions is the best first step - as long as you both make an effort towards it. Tell me; can you recall any recent events involving Alex that weren’t negative?”

That’s why. Somehow, she must know I have an answer to this. Am I slipping too much? I must have hesitated - and now she demands to know why, for once, I am.

“... actually, yeah. It was my birthday last month, and, uh… she stopped me as I got out of work. And… you remember I tried to talk to her when she was in the café on her birthday? It turns out she thought about what I said. She got me some stuff, like… a dog toy, a shirt, some whiskey—” 

That bottle’s still sitting half-empty back home. There’ll be less when this is over.

“—but she told me that it didn’t change anything. Just that she was showing me common decency, or whatever. Which… I guess is a step in the right direction?”

Her eyebrows raise for a moment as the scribbling continues. That’s a rarer one - reserved for the times I say something, anything that’s at all indicative of progress. That fleeting high, the only one I bother to chase nowadays.

“That’s good, Theo.” And all of a sudden, the tension in my body dissipates. Every freckle of hers grins at me like a god who’s finally listened. “It does sound as though she still has her reservations; though, again, she has every right to. It’s a good sign that she’s making an effort to treat you with civility, and admitting to thinking about your efforts to get closer to her.” She pauses, leaning forward with a gaze I can only describe as expectant. “One that deserves to be reciprocated.”

“I know. And I would, but… I don’t know how. I’ve tried… but the truth is that I don’t have the first fuckin’ clue."

The admission pours from my lips with all the friction and pain of hot tar from the throat. My fingers dig into the forgiving plushness of a spare cushion on the seat, teeth clenching themselves so tightly they threaten to shatter to dust.

“The truth is… all this time, I haven’t even been making an effort. Even before today… I spent so much time making an enemy out of her that I didn’t bother to learn who she even was, or what even mattered to her. Everything she reached for back then, everything she had the strength to hold on to… sources of happiness for her, but… they were just fucking targets to me. I got my kick out of being better than her, by being above the things she liked. And now… she doesn’t even let those things show around me any more. She doesn’t put her trust in anyone.

It’s my fault she’s like that. One act of tolerance, one fuckin’ trophy gesture of bein’ the bigger person… it’s not gonna change the fact that, at the end of the day, we'll just go back to hating each other. That’s the way it’ll be for as long as we know each other, and refuse to acknowledge what’s wrong with us.”

It’s rare when she doesn’t have an immediate response to that - stuff that I’d be all too quick to boil down to self-pity. More scribbling fills the silence, dying down as the tension in my hand that balls itself into the cushion starts to ease itself away. The same expression of flawless neutrality remains on her face, her hand rising from the notepad to push her glasses up onto her face.

“You’ve done well,” she praises again - the words sinking into my heart in a way so distantly familiar, but so alien at the same time. “In that you’ve acknowledged your role as a bully has had a longer-lasting impact than you’ve anticipated. Although I would normally remind someone in your situation that someone like Alex has no right to forgive you, or give you a second chance in their life considering what you did… it appears that Alex is considerably more lenient, despite appearances.”

Again, I find myself questioning whether a novelty dog toy and a bottle of booze sure to be wasted on thoughts of her is truly considered kindness.

“However, I believe the time for ruminating on your situation is long past. You had the right idea in approaching her about the way you feel at first, and now you understand that she’s at least willing to extend an olive branch. The momentum you’ve built with her can only carry you forward, now - all you have to do is find an opportunity to talk t-”

Bzzzzzzt! Bzzzzzzt!

“Ah- one moment. Perhaps we’ve run over time.”

Her phone rattles against the wooden desk at the other end of the room, calling out among the bookshelves surrounding it. I use the opportunity as her stout form rises from the chic white stool to check my own phone…

“You’ve reached the office of Dr. Hannile Lehtosaari.”

Shit, we’re way past time. Who knew progress would chew up so much of my schedule?

“Ah, it’s good to hear from you. You’ve caught me just at the end of another session, I’m afraid, but if there’s something I can help you with-”

This is getting awkward fast. Slowly, I rise from my seat, but she catches me, holding out a finger from her palm, before it retracts to grab a pen.

“I see. It’s alright, I’m happy to reschedule you. Can you do, let’s see… the Friday, same time that week?”

She’s calm as ever, but I’m standing here like a kid who’s watching his friend get yelled at during a playdate. It’s not like I have anywhere to be, but I’ve never liked sitting in this office for longer than I have to.

“Alright, I’ll reschedule you for then. I’ll have another client in for straight after, but I trust you’ll be brief.”

… I have to start wondering what Friday that is. Not like confidentiality will let her tell me anything about who I’ll catch on the way out. Probably another former drug addict, runaway fuckup like me, but what do I care?

“Perfect. I hope you and your brother have a nice time together otherwise. I’ll see you then! Take care, bye, bye.”

… maybe not a fuckup, then. Not if they still have family.

It isn’t much longer before she hangs up the phone and turns to me again, that same professional sternness washing over her features again like she’s putting on a mask.

“Well, Theo, I believe I’ve given you plenty to think about. Before our next session next week, I’d like you to consider a few ways you can help to build on this rapport you’ve begun to form with Alex, perhaps make a list of ideas on how to approach her, and reciprocate what you’ve received from her.”

Easier said than done. Even now, I remember her saying that she only did what she did to afford me a decency she was wrong to withhold. But what else is ‘wrong’ in her eyes? Everything I did, everything she knows me for was wrong. The friends I made were wrong, and the way it all ended was wrong.

When will kindness be the right path to take with her?

How many times do I have to tread that impossible rocky road for it to finally be walkable? Is it even worth puncturing my feet on the rocks of the hostility that’s all but justified?

… maybe I answered wrong. Maybe I deserve this after all.

Whatever. Same time next week.

[ahogechef]

"Ahaha, Kaede, I-I'm going, I'm going! No need to push me!"

"Mmmph! Get in that house, youuuu!" Kaede is practically pushing her dad inside of the house! She can understand he was a bit worried about leaving work so early since they were already getting busy at the restaurant, but Mia assured him she and the others can hold it down as they always do. She wants him to spend today relaxing with their daughter!

Takehiro and Kaede were coming home first so they can change out of their work uniforms. While they were doing that, Kaede grabs the gift box she had in her bedroom for him: something that she knows her dad has been really wanting. "Alllrighty, Dad!! Before we get going, I wanted to give you your gift~!"

"Ohhh?" A curious smile widens on his face. "Spoiling me even before we head out? Well now, what did my wonderful get me, hmm?" No matter what it is, he knows he will love it. It's from Kaede, after all. Beaming, Kaede hands him the gift box as she says:

"For you! Happy Father's Day~!" When Takehiro begins to unwrap the gift.. he almost drops it in the amount of shock he's in when he sees what it is.

"Th...!!! Th-This is...!!! A Kikuichi Sujihiki Knife... one that's perfect for slicing sashimi, sushi, fish, and makes a great carving knife in general. It was practically the perfect knife for him. But this knife... it was not only insanely hard to get his hands on, but also pretty expensive!! Especially the quality she bought him...! "K-Kaede!!! Did you really spend this much on me?! I-I mean...to even be able to get your hands on this kind of knife...!!!"

"Hehehe!" Oh, she knew he'd be surprised! That reaction alone made getting him that knife all the more worth it! "I know how much you've been dying to get your hands on that knife, but they always kept selling out... so I kept my eyes peeled reeaalll hard for you, each and every day until I could finally nab it for myself! I wasn't going to rest until I could finally get it for you~!"

"Ohhh, you..." Carefully setting the knife down, Takehiro lifts his daughter in his arms in a big hug and spins her around! "Thank youuu, Kaede!! Oh I'm going to be using that knife a lot! Knew my mini me would get me the perfect thing for today! Love ya!!"

With a peck to her forehead, he continues spinning her around in the hug, making her laugh with him as she holds on just as tight! One of her favorite kinds of hugs he would give her, ever since she was a child. "Ahaha, Daaad~! I'm so happy you love it!! And I love you, too!! I promise to make today the best day ever for you!"

"You already succeeded in that, you lil nerd!" She truly did: Takehiro was already loving today! He just knows that whatever else she has in store for him, he's going to enjoy it with his precious daughter..

[ryogai]

The battle on Camelot didn't go as expected, not in the least. Nix had already lost a number of friends during this mission and just when she thought it the fighting was done.. Another had fallen. Oberon saved Altria's life but at the cost of his own. All that remained were a few deceased butterflies. It was a miracle that she managed to keep those few fallen insects on her person through the rest of the struggle. Now that it had calmed down, for the most part, now that it was over; the master needed a moment to herself.

She walked outside of Salisbury to an area where no one could see her straight away. There she carefully buried the butterflies to at lease give Oberon some sort of proper farewell. She had done so for Pepe but didn't really have anything to bury, save for a scrap of fabric she found clutched in her hand after being dragged away. Though there was another reason why she needed to be alone this time. No one could overhear what she had to say.

"I know some might call be crazy for this.. Talking like you can hear me. I bet even you would think so if you were around to hear it. But.." A quick scan around to make sure no one was in hiding. Her Mystic Eyes made sure that the coast was clear. "Everyone is acting like this is over. No one is pointing out what isn't matching up. What doesn't make sense.. What feels off. Aurora never showed up to help until she suddenly decided to spew lies about Morgan. Sure, we were there to stop her and remove her from power but.. spreading such lies didn't seem right. No one is saying anything about it despite Mash telling us what happened." She spoke aloud, perhaps hoping by some twist of fate that the Fairy King would hear her and send some sort of answer. No doubt he would agree with her right..? "Something foul is in the air and no one else seems to notice it.. I really wish you were here, Oberon. You would believe me right..?" Her voice then began to crack as the reality fully sank in. "But you aren't here.. I wasn't able to save you either. It's all my fault.."

[novaimperia]

★ asking roommate!sukuna if you can sleep with him because you’re scared

“no.”

the door slams in your face, grazing your nose ever so slightly. you don’t know what you were expecting when you knocked at 2am — maybe you weren’t thinking at all. the booming thunder outside was dizzying and your feet raced you out of your room and down the hall in record speed before you could even process the rattling of your bones. 

you knock again. the door swings open. he is not happy. 

sukuna’s sporting a scowl, piercings glinting from the hallway light, as he glares down at you. he’s shirtless and wearing boxers that hang low on his hips, revealing sharp angles and thick lines of ink. on any other occasion, you would have swooned to yourself but now’s not the time. 

“please, s’kuna. i can’t sleep on my own like this.”

his brow quirks up. “and that’s my problem because?”

fuck. 

he’s not listening. you can’t even blame him — it’s late and he’s already warned you he’s not the sweet type, that you shouldn’t treat him like a boyfriend, and he doesn’t cuddle so unless you’re up for spreading your legs, you should keep your distance. but you thought since you guys have been having dinner together, going out for errands, and even building inside jokes that he might feel inclined to do you a little favour. 

“y-yeah, you’re right. sorry.” you jolt when the next rumble sends the apartment swaying. “oh! fuck. just…sorry. night.”

scrambling back, you clutch yourself tight, resenting the shudders running through you, like the storm has wormed its way in and is eating you from the inside. 

“ah!”

two huge arms wrap around you, lifting you up, back, and tossing you onto a bed. you bounce once. twice. sukuna makes an exasperated noise and runs his hand through his hair. “you’re an annoying little shit. you better not snore or i’m kicking you out.”

then, he’s climbing in behind you, lying on his stomach, faced buried in his pillow and paying you no mind. you’re in his bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like you’ve been here before and will be again. it did occur to you that things might get awkward, but the way he’s not even the slightest bit tense and letting you hike up the covers over both of you even though he runs hot tells a different story. 

minutes pass by, you still can’t sleep. the storm is suffocating. just as your eyes flutter shut, a flash of lightning breaches the blanket of his curtains and a fierce roaring follows shortly after, shaking the bed frame. shit.

“quit shivering. can’t fucking sleep when you’re on vibration mode.”

“sorry.”

he opens one eye to judge you. “you scared of a little thunder? embarrassing.”

“yeah.”

grunting, he mutters something, as if scolding himself and throws an arm around you. sukuna rolls you two over so he’s on his back and you’re on his chest. he’s warm and hardened with muscles, yet you melt into him as if he’s a teddy bear. he smells nice too. 

you’re rendered confused, unable to reconcile his actions with the relevance to anything that had transpired in the last ten minutes. but…you hear it. or rather, you don’t. his body is shielding you from the sounds outside, distracting your senses with the feel of him, bare, against you. the thunders are washed away by the beating of something inside his chest.

quietly, you quip, feeling the need to cover up the heat rising to your cheeks, “i didn’t know you had a heart.”

sukuna scoffs. “yeah, neither. now shut up, don’t want to deal with your grumpy ass in the morning.”

maybe you are closer than you thought. though you won’t bring that up to him, knowing how defensive he gets. unspoken and subtle, you’re content with the way he shows his loyalty. it’s sincere and consistent and that’s all that matters.

so, you find yourself falling asleep dreaming of a fire engulfing you, drowning all else away, and laying a gentle kiss on your head. 

[tojbnuy]

roommate!sukuna who is having a really hard time with you his new roommate. he thinks he should be offended at this rate. did you think he was gay? what other reasoning could there be for the way you act and dress infront of him. he knew for a fact that when you left the house this morning you had on a cardigan buttoned right to the top. and yet you walked into his room on your way in to show him your new nails and all that covered you was a tiny pair of shorts and a thin tank top with the lace of your bra peeking through.

“kuna looooook i got polka dots and a new shape, do you like them?”

how was he supposed to focus on your nails when your tits were practically in his face, pushed together due to the way you were positioned.

‘yeah brat they’re nice, and it’s cold put some clothes on.’

‘i’m not colddd’ you sing songed on your way out.

and this may not sound so bad, but there was also the time you had gotten your shirt mixed up with his in the wash. and when he had asked you if that was his shirt you were wearing you simply said Oops! and proceeded to take it off then and there infront of him. and only when he saw the bottom of your breasts did he realize you weren’t wearing a bra. he had managed to turn around in time and was perplexed at why you would strip infront of him with the biggest smile on your face. you weren’t even trying to be seductive you were just you. and he was beginning to be offended. why weren’t you attracted to him. he was insanely attracted to you. everytime you plopped down next to him on the couch for your movie nights in your tiny shorts or just plain underwear he’d have to cover his lap with a cushion at the immediate semi. everytime you mouthed off to him he had to convince himself not to put you over his knee. and when you napped in his bed instead of yours and sprawled your legs out as if you owned the place with one of your stupid plushies brought along with you and his pillow shoved between your thighs. that, he wasn’t so mad about however, sometimes it still smelt like you when he was touching himself at night with the thought of your soft body fresh in his mind.

you were frankly becoming a pain in the ass and he was ready to sort it out.

a/n: not proofread sorry. also starting my jjk men as roommates drabbles, feel free to send in suggestions! :) PART TWO OUT HERE