#Long drabble

[vorfreudevortex]

just thinking about nanami...

no curse!au nanami is that guy in a meeting.

parent teacher conference? he's showing up 20 minutes early, is taking notes of what the teacher is saying, asking about the best tutors for his sweet child to make sure they're getting the best and most out of their education. he's also low-key grilling the teacher with questions about their lessons and teaching style, secretly testing them to make sure they're good enough to teach HIS child.

city council? he knows exactly what roads need to be fixed first and has the best ideas for community development initiatives.

school board? has done all the research about what changes to make in the curriculum and how to help with teacher shortages.

hoa meetings? has the cleanest yard in the neighborhood (no fines EVER, the other dads are so jealous), is helping raise money to put in a new pool so his kid can swim, and is always the first to volunteer for neighborhood watch.

he's always there. those administrators know him and HATE to see him coming. deep down, he enjoys going off on those idiots trying to raise taxes or cut funding for the school's art program- how dare they not appreciate the arts and refuse to fund them as much as the sports program? arts are just as important as sports!!

he's got a clipboard and notepad and knows more about the meeting topics than the people running it. he's got a list of grievances to air out and is gonna make sure everyone not only knows about it, but will actually do something about it.

aside from his grievances, he always has the best answers and opinions from his research and is always looking to help out his family and community in any way he can... he just won't admit it.

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[friesbeforeliess]

Just hurt myself by thinking about…

What if Yuji dies. Like dies dies. And the next scene is Megumi and Nobara hanging out with the new recruits and the other Tokyo students like Maki, Inumaki, Panda, etc. They keep avoiding certain angles with Megumi. Nobara is wearing just a tank top and her regular navy blue skirt.

It jumps to another scene, it’s night. Nobara and Megumi are strolling down the corridors together. Nobara mentions needing to grab her jacket cuz it’s getting chilly.

When she comes back it’s a wide shot of them both talking about the upcoming Spirit Bash Race but the camera pans to Megumi wearing Yuji’s red shoes. And Nobara wearing Yuji’s jacket. It’s not said out loud, but they both pause to stare at each other’s passed down item from their now-resting friend, and a wave of nostalgia hits them.

“He would’ve loved to see this…” Nobara says in a low voice, nuzzling her face into the red collar, arms crossed. “All the new kids joining our school, Kyoto and Tokyo getting along so well…”

Megumi glances over at her and then glances at his feet, “Yeah, he would’ve.”

Coincidentally, a warm loving feeling touches them like a hand on their shoulders. It was overwhelming but also very much welcomed. Megumi rushed to swipe a way a tear that threatens to roll down his cheek and he catches Nobara doing the same. They both chuckle and shake their heads.

“We’re being stupid,” she says.

Nobara looks up at the sky, “Not even death itself can keep you away, Yuji Itadori!” She breaks out laughing and so does her friend.

“Yeah, knowing him, he’s already half way through making a plan to come back.” Megumi says with a small smile on his lips. “I’ll give him another 6 months.”

They both laugh and continue with their walk.

Yuji’s fingertips cling on to each of their shoulders for a second longer before letting them go.

Behind him comes a familiar voice.

“You think they’ll be okay?” Geto asks.

The camera pans to Gojo and Geto from behind, translucent yet shimmery. Both of them watching as the two young sorcerers become smaller and smaller.

“Of course they’ll be okay.”

Yuji turns around to face his former teacher and his best friend. “They’re the strongest people I know.”

He turns back to look at them one more time with a long sigh.

“Thank you,” the young spirit whispers.

Although, what he really wanted to say, no amount of words could ever express. The love and gratitude he has for them both, he’ll hold onto forever.

[dazedantics]

I am loving this event way more than I thought I would (haven't fully gone through it yet)

But I was not expecting Vil to go ham on insults

And this was just from what I played through today

Glad I'm not actually there cause I'd be in the background like "OOOOHHH! DAMN VIL, YOU TELL 'IM!!!" And Leona would hate me

Also love how we get the representation of someone who hates kids, I feel like there are few to no shows that demonstrate it

Cheka is cute and I love him, but I can understand Leona

To be honest, Leona has never really been on my roster, I am more of a Malleus/Deuce/Rollo type of gal

Leona just seems like someone more fun to bugger with

But this ...

This reveal???

Jaw dropping, king of the jungle for real, hubba hubba, hot dayum--Malleus forgive me

Another moment that I am glad I wasn't there for cause I was all over the other three's "take off the overcoat" reveal and would've been fan-girling over them, whooping and gassin' 'em up,

But the difference in how my reaction to seeing them compared to Leona would've been obvious

His aura was just so different and he doesn't show off his strength, he prefers brain over brawn, but now he was so smug about it

Like, yes, that's what I live for

Not to mention that I personally love the idea of "flirt fighting" which entails actually sparring. Wanting to better defend and strengthen yourself is the main motivator, but tension is a great plus.

And that's essentially everything he's doing here???

Get me in the ring with him, I will lose but I will enjoy every second of it

And then, when all's said and done,

He takes the time to actually voice his evaluation and assessment of everyone in a straightforward and nice way

I feel like I got to see a side of Leona I hadn't before and I'm really liking it

I remember reading a post about how Leona doesn't really resemble Scar who he's twisted from during the Book of Savanaclaw, where there was some good points made (namely, he kinda sat back while Ruggie did most of the dirty-work, it was on Leona's behalf but we didn't see much of him stringing Ruggie around).

But in this event we really get to see the "Scar Side" of Leona. His wit, his cunning and the issues that motivate Leona; he wants change for the better of his pride and knows how to get there quick, but others won't listen cause they have other values they'd like to keep in tact and it irritates him that they're putting the things that are (in his mind) more insignificant, first.

And I think introducing that part of Leona in this event instead of in Book of Savanaclaw works amazingly well because Leona is a prince, he is at NRC to learn yes but stays there (probably also gets held back on purpose so he'll have an excuse to stay away from home) to forget about his frustrations with his homeland. So, I think he wouldn't have much incentive to want to fix as much in his dorm or the school since his problems mainly lie back in his Kingdom.

Anyway, this is plenty fuel for happiness and story ideas and that's about all I have to share right now

(Also, the bow Grim is wearing is most similar to Leona's garb and since we are "a package deal" I'm assuming we're both wearing similar prints. So, we may be matching spectacularly with Leona. Dunno about you, but I'd gladly follow along as if I'm his trophy wife-- again, I'm sorry, Malleus don't come for me-- and also this is just more story fuel ...)

"Leona x reader x Malleus"

The story goes through the whole Cloud Calling event, with Y/N learning there's so much more to the lazy beastman than thought originally. But, when Lilia shows off the group's trip photos, Malleus is enraged to see you leaning happily against Leona in what are practically couples' clothes, the smug smirk the lion is sporting seems to be targeted specifically at the fae. What will happen when you return to NRC from your trip? Find out in the next episode

[salamansir]

Sun and Moon as "Sundrop" and "Moondrop"

Makes me think that it's a silly, sickly sweet petname. What better to call your loved ones than a candy based off of them?

(Sun centric, can be read as platonic or romantic, he/they pronouns for the DCA, gn Y/n, Y/n works in the Pizzaplex, it's cleaning day baby >:])

"Sun?" No response.

"Sunny?" You ask curiously. Still nothing.

"Sunflower, where are you?" You shout out into the daycare. A soft clicking noise can be heard from the balcony.

"Sunny I can hear you up there!" You shout at him with a smile

He giggles and then flops his front half over the edge with his rays making lazy circles around his head, staring at you.

"Yes lovebug???" He seems excited about something.

"Can you come here please? I haven't seen you all day!"

You really haven't. Being an employee at the Pizzaplex isn't always easy. Maintenence, lights, cleaning, customer service, handsy messy kids, and a seemingly never ending list of tasks. You travel across the whole plex all day, and it's tiring. But it's nice to be able to come to the daycare at the end of the day for your last tasks.

Sure, the Glamrocks are good company, but Sun and Moon are your best friends! Even if they hide from you when it's time for a cleaning.

"Sun, come down here, it's your turn!"

He stares at you for a second before he scoots his prone form off the balcony and ragdolling into the ball pit below him.

"Sun?!?!"

No response

"Come on!! I'm not coming in there to get you again." Yes you were.

"UGH" You sigh out sarcastically and stare for a few minutes to see if he'll give up on the bit

... he's not

You begrudgingly cross the bridge into the vast sea of plastic before you and walk over to where you saw Sun fall.

With a smile on your face you start kicking around with your legs to feel for them. It takes a minute and moving a few feet in either direction, but you feel him grab your calf and pull it forward.

You stumble and fall onto your back in the pit. There are lanky limbs on you in an instant.

Caged in by the Daycare Attendant you can't do much but sit there with your head and shoulders above the surface. Sun is giggling and lifts his head up to look at you, rays retracting and coming back out in a show of excitement.

"Hi~", they purr at you and nuzzle into your shoulder.

"Hello sundrop~" you pat on his back lovingly. His rays start whirring around in circles.

He hugs you just a little harder and then loosens his tight grip in your body.

He looks at you with his milky white eyes expectantly.

"What?" You question him. He taps his cheek with a long finger and says,

"Here."

"Oh!" You realize and then give him a short kiss on the cheek. He brightens up and pushes his smile against your forehead in his form of a kiss with a loud, "MWAH!"

You stare at eachother before you say,

"Its cleaning day man, we've got to get this done, and then we can play."

They look at you and click their head to the side, once, twice, and then a full circle.

"Fine.." he says. You're able to hear the pout in his tone.

"Its not that bad, you just have some marker on you! This should be quick." You tell him.

"Can you use the really soft rag?" He asks.

"Hm?"

"The soft one! With the good smelling foam!" They say excitedly.

"Oh! Yeah! Let me get some some stuff out of the closet real quick." You tell them.

-----

The cleaning goes smoothly! Sun sits on a cleared off spot of the security desk and you put a sweet scented foam cleanser on the marker spots. Some are more stubborn to come off than others, and you discover that some of it is Sharpie. No matter, it comes off with a little elbow grease and some giggles from Sun complaining about tickles.

"Snrrk- Y/N!! HEHHEHE!!!!"

"What~" you tease and continue scrubbing, a little lighter this time, moving to the seam on his front that had green marker in it.

Putting a line of foam on the seam, you rub it in with a gloved hand.

Sun starts frantically tapping his hands on the desk and kicking his legs off to the side.

"PfffftttaahahaAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"

Giggles and the light tinking sound of his bells fill the air while you use the corner of the rag to clean the gap.

When you're finally done, you have a dirty rag, some peeled stickers you discovered on the back of his rays, and... a squeaky clean Sun!

He picks you up and twirls around

"Oh THANK YOU friend! What would Moon and I do without you hm?"

"Probably be covered in glitter and marker" you laugh.

"Hm, I suppose. But I like being pretty! And the kids get really excited to color on me!" They say happily.

"Yeah I bet they are, but you know-"

You're cut off by your Faz-watch telling you that your work day is over, and to clock out and have a 'Faztastic day'.

"Oop, looks like our time is up Y/n! Moonie says not to stay up too late tonight!"

They give you one last hug before guiding you to the comically large doors and waving at you as you head out of the shutters.

You wave back at him and tell him that you'll be back tomorrow and you'll have more free time then.

Heading home, you find yourself in a great mood.

Today was a good day.

[demon-blood-youths]

Scary Movie Freakout || Drabble

Hi everyone! Sorry for being not here most of the time. This is a funny yet a bit of horror comedy drabble for @the-silver-peahen-residence.

---- Guest Stars -----

The JJK cast starring Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Nobara Kugsaki, Gojo Saturo, and Sukuna Ryomen. All characters are canon and are played by Peahen.

Miko Yotsuya and Yuria Niguredou from Mieruko-chan ( Both are students of Jujutsu Tech in this AU ) Both are rped by Peahen-mun as well. Daichi Pheonx, Eito, Taz and Kinie Ger are my ocs. --- Warnings ----

Spoliers about the movie ( Neflix's Incantation )

Horror Writing

Grammar Errors

Comedy ---- Summary ----

The first years of Jujutsu Tokyo High are having a movie night. They were watching a found footage horror film. While the teens are enjoying the movie while making a few comments. The two cursed spirits, Sukuna and Kinie Ger were thinking otherise.

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On the weekend, the first-year students of Tokyo Jujutsu High are having a movie night in their lounge residence hall. They planned this fora. while as they want to have fun and take a break from their missions. Their movie. A horror so they can laugh and point the inaccuracies when it comes to spirits due to their line of work. The movie that the studnets were watching is a horror movie. Incantation. A story about a woman and daughter who got cursed due to the taboo that was broken. It's on Netflix. It was interesting and entertaining so the group can tear apart the movie and its absurdity. The students were impressed by the movie so far as it relates to them some way given that they're jujutsu sorcerers.

The footage of a creepy hand reaching out to the girl. The death of old woman. And many more.

However....

Sukuna and Kinie Ger see this movie as a threat. They were seeing scenes that were disturbing and fascinating, they did not say anything as they were glued to the movie.

Of course, they know some movies are fake given special side effects. But when it comes to found footage horror movies, they believe it to be real! So real, they ask questions that nobody didn't mind until it is slowly develops to the point where they become alarmed.

"Wait...so this village worships Mother Buddha?" Sukuna asked, opening a red eye on one of Yuji's slits.

"Uh yeah...you know about something, Sukuna?" Yuji asked. "No. But the idea of giving your name to a being like that sounds like a Special Grade Curse that is disguised as this 'Mother Buddha.' A blessing like that is some sort of curse." Sukuna informs them. "People think of this being as Kali but Kali doesn't curse people so it's a trick. The chanting must be some way of worshipping it."

"Huh."

The movie continues to show the so-called paranormal investigators go do some investigating and the main character named Ronan talks with the girl. They feed a frog with a lock of hair. The frogs were in the box letting out disturbing growls. Then things took a creepy turn where the heads of the baby statues were turned and the girl forced Ronan; 's head before praying a chant.

"Okay. Time to leave the village..." Kinie Ger said. But the movie shows that the next night, they went to a place where they found a little girl covered in runes. Sukuna and Kinie continue to watch this until one of the fools wants to see what the sealed tunnel is about.

They can't serious, right?!

Eito hoots while Kisho passes some popcorn to the bird as the two watch this. And then Yuan, one of the three paranormal investigators breaks the door tunnel in.

"Wait, wait, wait! What is he doing?!" Kinie asked out of Taz's head. Taz answers, "He's breaking in." And then once the tunnel door is broken into. Slience befells the students and the two curses as they heard a baby crying and some disembodied voices.

Yuan is saying something stupid by going inside and check it out.

"Is he for real?" Sukuna asked. Yuji hushs him. Yuan and Dom entered the tunnel while the woman named Ronan stayed.

"Those guys are going to die." Nobara commented, eating some popcorn. And Nobara was right. Dom was dead while Yuan is out of there, screaming his head off. Ronan got slapped.

"Good! She deserves that!" Kinie Ger yelled. But things got hetic. The village fall into an eerie disarray. First, a body being burned and the village residents were now praying while some of them are bare naked but wearing their underwear as their bodies are in runes.

"What the hell?" Kisho said.

"They either protect themselves and try to appease the curse. Looks like it's not working." Then Yuan attacks the main character in a frenzy before Yuan losing its teeth before leaving and soon, Yuan dies in most creepisest way.

"That was really creepy." Megumi admitted,sipping a soda. The scene was taped

---- The car scene ----

"Wait...I just realized the doctor who checked the camera is dead." Kisho notes. The banging of the car continues making the teens scared and the curses stunned.

"Oh yeah...that curse is messing with them alright." Sukuna commented.

"And the mantra worked," Megumi said.

"Wow. This feels so real like...I can't imagine people who can't see curses have to experience that." Yuji commented. "You know? I'm glad I can see them so I can beat them up." Noabara commented.

"It must be so scary for non-sorcerers not to understand what's going on." Taz said, feeling bad for the mom.

"Hm." Megumi said.

"Same." Kisho said.

"What?! What are you two talking about? This is real!" Sukuna said. The teens blinked at what Sukuna but didn't say anything. The movies continues to where the mother seeks a couple at a temple to perform a ritual to get rid of the curse. Placing parchements on the cursed camcorder and gives a leaf to the daughter. It looks like it would be resolved. However, to make it work is that the daughter; Dodo must not eat the next seven days.

"Can that work?" Taz asked.

"Yes but sometimes it's difficult..." Megumi said. "It does sound very difficult to get rid if you can't eat for seven days..." Miko said.

"Well I know that woman is going to mess that up!" Kinie added. The mother tried to help Dodo during these seven days. She tried the to adminster the drip and where the daughter is malnourished, the doctor can't prescribe her anything unless Dodo eats something.

"Jeez...third day..." Yuji siad.

"She has blisters...dude..." Kisho said, feeling bad for the little girl. Miko holds Kisho's hand making the boy blush but keeps her close to him.

And like Kinie said, the mother messed up and decided to feed her pineapple. Hence, getting rid of the curse went out the window. Meanwhile, one of the supporting characters was trying to figure out the curse. Sukuna watches this, "That man is now cursed from trying to understand the video. Although he is correct, this is modified version of the Bafangtian gesture. It's supposed to collect blessing so the opposite is.."

"Curses?" Kisho asked.

"Mhmm..." Sukuna answered.

"That's the opposite of blessings." Megumi added. "If it's to spread the curse?" Megumi hums.

"That does make sense..." Miko said, repeating to back to the Mountain Curse. "But why would they want to spread it?"

"We gotta watch and see. This movie is really good." Nobara asked. "Not a bad pick, Yuji."

"Thanks!"

"How is this good?! Someone is dying..." Kinie Get points this out.

"At least, he went to the Tanaric Temple so that's smart to figure out what the curse is." Sukuna said. And then the supporting character, Ming finds out the information from the Yunnan monk and forwards the video but the cursed footage of the tunnel would not be sent. However it is too late, the curse claims another victim.

"Damn! That was brutal!" Nobara said, wincing at the death of Ming.

"The curse possessed people like that. Is that how curses get people?" Yuria aid, looking disturbed.

"Yes." Megumi sighed.

"It's how they get them, brat." Sukuna said. The next scene comes back to the mother and daughter where the daughter is getting hive-like lesions which makes the students gross out and worry for the girl. But upon coming back to the temple, the priest is killed and they saw the wife facing the door, and ask if the mother let the child eat. The young sorcerers were nervous but didn't say anything as the woman kept talking, telling the girl that her own mother is going to offer her to the gods. Then the woman went through her own hair, tugging it as blood spews from her head. The teens were grossed out but they couldn't look away. Sukuna and Kinie were watching this in pure amusement. Then they get a jumpscare of the possessed dead wife scaring everyone.

"AAHAA!" The teens cried out as popcorn is thrown everywhere. The teens can't believe it. "Oh god! The kid is in the air!" Nobara cried before the girl was brought down onto the ground with a hard thud.

"Oh that's gonna hurt!"

"This is why you gotta follow instructions!!" Sukuna commented. "The mother should of followed what the shaman says and be committed to it. So now she killed two people with her idiocy!"

"Oh come on, Sukuna. Her daughter is suffering!"

"Now she's suffering more since she broke the spell!" Sukuna said. The movie continues where the mother takes the daughter to the hospital where she's stabilized but it's far from the good and the mother needs to be prepared for the worst. And what happens next is that Dodo is now walking in the hospital as if she is being escorted by someone holding its hand.

"That must be the curse!" Kisho said, "Curses don't show up on CCTV only camcorders where it's imbued with curse energy." Kisho said. The CCTV footages continues where the daughter, Dodo finds a naked girl with runes on her body.

"Do you think it's the girl from the village?" Miko said.

"Looks like it?"

Then it continues to where the mother goes to the girl with runed body. They see her get a knife and she goes to cut off her ear. And the mother explains of how they broke violated the taboo six years ago.

This is where Sukuna got upset when tunnel footage starts to paly.

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"Oh my fucking god..."

"Sukuna...calm down, it's not..."

"Don't tell me to calm down and it's not that bad, brat! What the fuck are they doing?! They went inside the tunnel and start messing with things. Look at them. They're touching shit! They're pissing off the curse!!" Sukuna points this out. Meanwhile...Nobara tries her best to not laugh, seeing how Sukuna is freaking out. Yuria covers her mouth, trying not to laugh. While Miko and Megumi is sweatdropping.

"Sukuna. It's just a movie." Kisho said.

"IT'S TOO REAL TO BE MOVIE! LOOK AT THIS! They disturb the ritual items on the table and tear parchments seals to get inside! Am I'm the only one who think this is serious?! They still heard the weird voice and still kept going? Look at this shit! They cut through the bindings."

"I think it's part of going to solve the curse." Kisho.

"HOW DO YOU SOLVE A CURSE! THEY CAN'T SEE SHIT!!" Sukuna said.

"So what's up with the mirrors?" Yuria asked.

"Mirrors are used to confuse the spirits if they make a tunnel like this. Back to the ceiling mural, this Mother Buddha likes items that is decipted to keep her at bay. As for that door with the characters on it, it seems to be barrier to keep the curse from escaping and keep it at its place. If I have to guess, there has to be cursed object or sorts."

"That makes sense but wait...those brothers..."

"They are undoing the everything what the Chen clan set up..." Said Megumi with a pinch of his nose. The boys continue on.

"And they keep going and they moved THE MIRROR?!" Sukuna said, "I swear to Buddha, these two idiots!"

"Sukuna. Calm down!"

"What about the baby statues?" Miko asked.

"Also the same thing...the Mother Buddha's mural did have her holding kids. So they want to take the flesh of children in order to bless the family so it also acts as another part of the barrier. Barriers would be up using talismans and such. The ribbons, the ritualistic items, the mirrors, and statues are part of a complex barrier but simple to do."

And then the movie where the boys came to a statue. Or a throne of the statue. It had that reverse blessing gesture.

"That's gotta be it," Yuria muttered. "Look at that thing. That's the Mother Buddha statue."

"Yeah, it had everything from the mural but it has caterpillars in the bowl. Although it has red veil over it." Kisho said.

"A ceremonial sheet." Megumi added. "It's protecting its face."

"Hold up...you don't think they're going to lift the viel, do you??" Nobara asked.

More sounds are echoing in the tunnel, all around the tunnel.

"It sounds like it came from the statue..." Miko shivered a little.

"Oh god...that dumbass is going to do it, isn't he?" Sukuna uttered, running through his hair. Are these humans this stupid?! These guys are worse than the ghost hunters. Once the man named Dom uncovers the viel but it is not seen on the camera, only recording his back. It seems Dom sees it but straightens his back as if his demeanor has changed. The teens hold their breath, knowing that Dom has been possessed.

As the poor clueless man named Yuan calls out his name.

"Dom? Dom?" Yuan asked.

Then the other yells out, "What's my name?!"

"Don't say his name..." Sukuna muttered.

Chen Li-tung!

"Fucking dumbass..." Sukuna said. And shit hits the fan as Dom became possessed and things became chaotic. Numerous ghastly arms reached out from the walls towards the boys as the mirrors fell and shattered on impact. A swarm of bugs was unleashed and amidst the chaos, the boys were separated. Yuji is slient with his eyes widen. Nobara is sipping more soda while Kisho and Miko were holding hands.

The camera became distorted but then camera turned on in night vision mode. Then they see Dom bashing his head against the wall and what happens next when Dom turns his head at Yuan. The teens screamed...well most likely, Kisho, Yuji and the girls. Megumi winces but he did jump from the fright. Sukuna twitched an eye while Kinie is now in tuned with this movie with a 'wow'

"So that's what happened." Kinie Ger noted.

"This wouldn't happened if they didn't mess with the barrier!" Sukuna groans. "Why are humans this stupid?"

"Oh come on! Maybe there's a way to break the curse!" Said Yuji. As the movie cuts back to the mother explaining her guilt as she loves her daughter and asks for forgiveness along as she won't hurt her. She wants her daughter to promise her to forget her name and forget her own mother.

"Is she going to...." Miko widens her eyes.

"She is going to sacrifice herself...." Sukuna uttered, finished everyone's thoughts. The group watched the mother went back to the village house where she enters the tunnel and proceeds to put things in place while breaking some of the mirrors.

"She's either provoking the curse or drawing it out." Megumi said.

"And it's working..." Nobara said, seeing the leisons transfers of the mother's arm. Now the mother approaches the Mother Buddha statue, not before doing the hand gesture and ask the viewers if they remember the incantation.

"I am not going to remember this. Count me out!"

"That's hard not to remember. Heck! I will do it to save her daughter." Kisho said. Miko goes to hum with the tune when the scene of inciting incarnation is on as they see words under the Japanese words.

"Uhh..." Yuji said, seeing the incarnation and begins to mouth the words. "Brat! You better not recite this incantation. I swear..."

"I'm not!" Yuji said but his mind is chanting. Huo-ho-xiu-yi-

"BRAT!"

"I'm not saying it out loud!" Yuji cried. Si-Sei-Wu-Ma

"BUT YOU WERE THINKING IT! STOP THAT OR ELSE WE WILL BE CURSED, YOU DUMBASS!"

"IT'S JUST A MOVIE!" Yuji cried. "A FOUND FOOTAGE! SO IT'S REAL! SO KNOCK IT OFF!" Sukuna said. Yuji pauses as he didn't understand what Sukuna's problem right now, "Sukuna! A found footage is..."

"YES! A FOUND FOOTAGE IS WHAT YOU TOLD ME! It's footage that is found and shows what happened before it is found. So it's real life, yes?! So this footage is cursed so you reciting the incantation is going to get everyone cursed and I will not waste my time fighting a goddamn imposter curse who thinks it's' Mother Buddha in some foreign land!" Sukuna barked.

"Wait..Sukuna. You actually think found footage is real?" Megumi said.

"Isn't that what the term 'found footage' means?!" Sukuna asked annoyed. Taz sweatdrops as she also hears the same comments from Kinie Ger and she even gives her crap.

And then it is revealed that mother tricked all of the viewers and the main character apologizes to them while the Yunnan monk explains that the incaiton is a not blessing. "WHAT DID I SAY?!" "Pup, You recited the curse, didn't you?" Kinie Ger growls, asking Taz who is sweating a bit.

"I mean-!" Taz tries to explain before she winces. YOU IDIOT! Kinie Ger yelled at her. "I'm SORRY! It's stuck in my head!!" Taz cried.

"Oh damn. Guess I'm cursed too." Kisho said.

"Same..." Yuria said. "So wait...we're all sharing the curse??"

"It sounds like a pyramid scheme of curses..." Nobara said. "But hold on! He said that if more people bearing the curse, the diluted it becomes? Then that means...." Miko trails off. "The curse won't be as dangerous. It will be lightened and it is just as minor bad luck." Megumi said. "But if you learn about it, the deeper the effects it would have on you." "Wow! Who knew this movie knows about curses that much." Kisho grinned. "All of you..." Kinie Ger begins, "We need to shut this film now."

"Huh?! It's getting good! It's almost over!" Nobara exclaimed.

"WE'RE ALL CURSED, YOU IDIOTS! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Sukuna yelled, "That damn woman lied to us and tricked us!"

"Sukuna. The curse won't have any effect on us...." Megumi sighed. Sukuna growls, "Oh sure! It doesn't have any effect on non-sorcerers! But w'ere sorcerers and we have cursed energy so the curse is going to effect us!! WAIT! IS THAT WOMAN GOING TO UNCOVER IT! SHUT IT DOWN! PAUSE IT!"

And the Mother Buddha's face is unveiled revealing a crystal chasm of darkness with no end at sight. The teens gasped, they expected something demonic but it has no face. Just a hole of darkness of dark crystals in a spiral at the edges.

The camera glitches and shows the mother bashed her head before the camera glitches. Then the transition slowly switches to the daughter being healthy and well. Thus, the movie ends with the credits rolled in. "Wow! That was best movie ever!" Yuji said.

"Right?! I thought it was real for a moment!" Kisho said as Miko and Yuria nods in agreement. Nobara nods eagerly, "I almost thought the curse was real!"

"It was so scary. I was about to scream when the woman came out at us." Taz said while Yuji laughs, patting her head.

"I got to admit, it's pretty creepy." Megumi said.

But the person who is more freaked out as he doesn't want to admit it was....

"Why are you guys laughing about?! Am I'm the one who thinks this is real?"

"Um...Sukuna..."

"The King is right. I do not like this curse! We have to find it and kill it!"

"Uhhh..." Kisho looks dumbfounded. Did these two not know?!

"You two...it's a found footage film, it's not-" Megumi begins to explain this.

"It is real and we're now cursed if we don't do something!" Sukuna barked. The group are now wondering. Do they actually think this movie is real?!

"Wait...you think the curse is real? For reals?" Nobara said. Sukuna replies, "Yes. I can read Tantric scriptures very much and the characters are very real! So stop being morons and figure out where this curse is."

"And???"

"That means we gotta find that village!"

"Sukuna! It's a movie! It's not real! What are you freaking out for?" Yuji asked. Sukuna groans, "I'm not freaking out for shit! You're the ones not taking this seriously!"

"The King is right! We must kill this Buddha Curse!"

"It's not real! It's a movie!" Yuji argued.

"Okay so everything we saw isn't real?!" Sukuna said. "Yes?" Yuria said.

"Mister Sukuna, it's..."

"Dude, you make it sound like you're scared of this curse." Siad Kisho which are the very wrong words to say. Sukuna snaps, "I'm not scared of anything! If anything, you're the dumbass who recited the incantation as well!"

"I thought it was a prayer to"

"The woman lied to us on camera!" Kinie Ger said. "We hardly believe that this is a movie. Remember when those ghost hunters almost unleash a calamity by tearing those seals from that damn hotel."

"Oh my god..." Megumi said as he didn't to remind him of that mission. Taz was embarrassed by that memory. Her first mission.

"Ghost hunters?" Kisho blinked.

"We will tell you later," Nobara tells him. Megumi sighs, "Kinie and Sukuna, if it's the film is true. Teh curse is already diluted thanks to the character's plan so it won't have any effect on us."

"Doesn't matter! Ask the Six-Eyes on that found footage." "Can we do it tomorrow???" Yuji whined.

"NO!"

The teens groaned and Taz managed to calm them down that they can talk to Gojo tomorrow morning.

-------- Tomorrow Morning ------

Taz and Yuji didn't get enough sleep because their cursed spirits' worries didn't get them a good sleep. Nobara, Megumi and Kisho were sweatdropping seeing their bags under their eyes.

"Soooo....wait...Sukuna and Kinie think found footage films are real? For real?" Gojo asked with a smile.

"Uh-huh," Yuji said.

"Yep," Taz said.

"Sukuna thinks the movie we watch is real because it involves a curse in Taiwan..."

"What was the curse and what movie?"

"Incantation." They all said.

"Mother Buddha!" Sukuna's mouth appears on Yuji's cheek. Gojo blinked, "Wait....I think I remember seeing that movie before!" He said.

"Okay?"

"It was inspired by real events so it is real."

"HA! YOU SEE?!" "The case was already solved by a jujutsu sorcerer though. Didn't I tell you all this in class?" Gojo chuckles making Sukuna and Kinie. "Wait so it is real?" Nobara stared. Gojo nods, "Most of it, the Chen family, the ghostbusting guys, the mother, and the daughter. The daughter has been adopted by a sorcerer to keep tabs on the curse. But who knows it's GREATLY exaggerated. The Yunnan Monk was real though. There is a camcorder but it is been placed in a shrine under the protection of a talisman and parchment. We also set up a curtain around the 'Chen' family so nobody will enter the tunnel again. But who knows! This script must be written by a retired jujutsu sorcerer who is having funsies at everyone's expense!" He snickers.

"This is not a joke! Are we supposed to do something about the Buddha Curse or not?" Sukuna grumbled.

"To clarify, the so-called Mother Buddha curse was just an old curse that is the ancestors of so-called 'Chen' family and the chant isn't real but close to it. Plus the curse was weakened over time thanks to the mother who diluted the curse's power through the caring of sharing despite not being a sorcerer. It's a smart way and I guess the sorcerer wanted to make a story out of that!"

"Soooo that does mean...we got nothing to worry about?" Kisho said.

"Yes! Therefore, Sukuna and Kinie have no need to panic."

"WE'RE NOT PANICKING!" They both shouted making Taz and Yuji sigh.

"Oh, come on! It's okay! You seem a little scared from that movie! It's fine. It's not like you would know the difference between fiction and reality!" Gojo grins while Kinie Ger and Sukuna look ready to strangle him. The words 'scared' is not in their vocabulary. After all, found footage films are a great medium if you do it right! The movie you watch is pretty good. If you want to watch more, check out Paranormal Activity!" Gojo said.

"Please don't....sensei!' Taz and Yuji said, wanting some good night's sleep.

"Paranormal Activity?" Sukuna questioned.

"Or Hell House!" Gojo-sensei smiles. "That way you can tell what's real and what's not!" He smiles.

"Ugh....why me?" Megumi said, pinching his nose while Kisho patted his back as a way to comfort him. Nobara snickers, "You know...seeing their freakouts sounds pretty funny." She whispered to the two.

"Yeah but still...." Kisho said while Yuji and Taz asked for a day off so they can sleep in a little more. Gojo-sensei approves it while assuring the curses there is no need to be concerned.

And thus, Kisho and Nobara took the two back to campus so they can sleep in more. Leaving Megumi with Gojo-sensei at the teachers' lounge.

"So is it really true?" Megumi said.

"About?" Gojo muses.

"The curse."

"More or less. But it is based on a true story, you know how movies go. They upped it a little to spook people. I was spooked a little about this Mother Buddha. It's hard to believe it's real. Though the curse went by a different name that case is long solved. The film is similar to the real footage but nobody saw it or so I heard! By the way, you really need to get those two, Sukuna and Kinie to watch more horror-found footage films. Seeing them freak out about it is pretty funny!"

"Is that why you mentioned those other titles?"

"Of course! Though none of them are my favorites! But the last paranormal activity: Last of Kin might freak them out. Although, the Blair Witch Project is pretty scary and so is that Gonjamin: Haunted Asylum one are my favorite ones." Gojo snickered. "Right. Let's hope those two never seen those movies." Megumi sweatdropped. And with that, Sukuna and Kinie Ger's freakouts were funny to behold but can be taxing for the two vessels. So scary movies without the found footages genre is much better.

Although...Sukuna is interested in them. To be continued.

[monster-and-mayhem]

What We Fight For

//It took a while, but I finally wrote a drabble I'm happy with of the aftermath of the short yet intense battle between Miles and @ironmaidenxsteelheart's Imania! Please enjoy!//

The flight home had been an excruciating one, each beat of Miles' wings sending a new wave of pain through his ribs as he pressed his hand hard against the bleeding wound. By the time he landed at the doorstep of his hidden cabin home deep in the woods he was exhausted. He leaned heavily against the door as his wings disappeared back into his body, a thick sheen of sweat making his clothes stick to his skin as he panted for air. He felt so light headed from the blood loss that he could only hope he didn't immediately collapse once he's inside.

"You're home early. Easy hunt tonight?" Lisa called from the kitchen when she heard the front door slam shut, unaware of her father's struggle, "There's hot water for some tea on the stove." Miles didn't answer her, instead she could hear his heavy footfalls on the wooden floor making their way to her. She knew he sometime fell into brooding moods, so she thought nothing of his silence as she stirred a bit of honey into her mug, until she caught the hint of a familiar rusty scent in the air. She paused, then quickly turned to see Miles standing at the kitchen doorway in his horrible state. The spoon fell from her hand and clattered on the floor, "Holy shi-...Dad!!"

As much as it pained him to see the panic in Lisa’s eyes, Miles allowed her to support him the best she could and guide him to the dining table, where he fell heavily onto a chair. He placed his free hand on her shoulder and gave it a firm squeeze, "It's alright, I've recovered from far worse than this, you know that."

"That doesn't mean you'll be fine this time!" Lisa’s voice cracked as a lump began to form in her throat. He was right, she's seen him in worse conditions before, but it never made the next injury any easier to see. Her father was the only constant in her long life, the only person who's always stood by her as others came and went. She's never been truly alone, no matter how much time they've spent apart, because eventually they find their way back to each other again. Injuries like this only reminded her that he could be taken away at any moment, and if that were to happen-...

"Elizabeth..." Miles spoke softly to try to pull her out of that awful spiral of thought. He's felt it too, the terror of losing the only other person in the world who he's spent so many centuries with was enough to drive him mad sometimes, "I'm alright, my dear. A holy crusader only managed a single strike on me, it looks worse than it is. Once it's cleaned up and I get some rest it'll be as if it never happened, alright?"

Lisa swallowed hard as she fought back the tears stinging her eyes before nodding, "Yeah...Okay. Let's get it fixed up then." Miles' hand finally fell from her shoulder as she stepped away to gather the supplies to tend to his wound. He rolled up his shirt high enough to expose the gouge in his side and reached out for something to clean it with when she returned, only for her to pull it away, "I'm doing it. From the way your eyes look I don't know if you can even see straight right now."

"It isn't your job to tend to me," Miles tried to be stern, but Lisa stubbornly stood her ground. After a moment of silence between them he sighed and relented, allowing her to press a cloth to his side to clean the blood. He growled quietly at the sting of the disinfectant, "...I could certainly use that cup of tea, though."

Lisa laughed softly, that little mundane request easing her worries, "Sure dad, I'll get it for you in a sec..."

[the-perfect-entropy]

Dossier: Adrian Malek, "The Beautiful"

Designation: Commander, Arstibara, Anusiya

Classification: Traitoris (?)

Homeworld: Xerxes (Location Unknown. Status Unknown.)

Legion: Emperor's Children (Pre-Heresy Era)

Warband: The Perfect Entropy

Description: Dark tan skin with golden eyes. Long jet black hair, undercut on either side and pulled into dreads threaded into gold rings. Small beard and mustache. (Basically Killmonger). Both arms are marked with long service scars in ritual mutilation for the years of service for his Homeworld.

Armor: Not lacking in embellishment, Adrian's power armor is a classic MKIV dressed in faded royal purple & gold with a teal chalice emblazoned on both wrists guards. His right fist is painted black. The left side greave is studded with alternating gold and crimson while the right side has a stylized serpent coiling around it. Over his center he dons a tunic made from challenge/lodge tokens taken from former Son of Horus or affiliated members of the warrior lodges of old. His helmet is praetor-pattern with a shorn plume of crimson hair taken from a former son of Guilliman. (Rarely worn).

Weaponry: Archeotech Spindle (Voice of Echoes) that fires sharp needle like projectiles that cause sonic reverberations wherever they embed themselves. Ancient Power Lance (Wit of the Wicked) that is a reminder of who he once served as it's phoenix motif burns with every strike.

Bio: Adrian was born on the perpetual night world of Xerxes Prime and alongside his father served within the Xerxian Cohort. He showed to be an incredibly skilled swordsman and the capacity for leading that would pave the way for his eventual rank of Anusiya, a member of the royal guard known as the Red Blades.

But, it was the coming of the Emperor's Children that saw Adrian chosen and elevated as an Astartes along with hundreds of other Xerxian's in what would become the 10th Millennial. The 10th Millennial, lead by Adrian's father Xurok, proved themselves time and again as perfectionist in the art of war as their quick strikes and guileful deployments caught the eyes the Primarch who expected nothing less from the Xerxian-born. Pleased with their growing commendations, Fulgrim gifted them the moniker of the Ardent Serpents allowing for a few among them to join his Palatine Blades.

Adrian accepted this role and with it a weapon fashioned from the greatest weapon crafters in the Legion a power lance that felt as if he had always been meant to wield it. The weapon danced in his hands and with it he helped secure his Primarch across compliance after compliance.

When word came of a civil war on Xerxes, the 10th Millennial was allowed to return home to quell the rebellion. A small fleet was dispatched and Xurok lead many of the 10th toward Xerxes.

Adrian, however chose to remain at the Legion's side along with a handful of other Xerxian born. His ambitions were growing and his fondness for his homeworld was long overdue to fade.

It was curious then that Fulgrim struck Xerxes from record in all but name. It's location, population, which warriors were uplifted from there... all gone. Only the Xerxian's still beside the Primarch were allowed to remember the world for what it was and all connection with the 10th Millennial was severed.

Adrian wouldn't dare question his Primarch as to why but his suspicions only grew in the aftermath of the Laer conflict. When everything became twisted and even he found himself lost in the hedonism...

TBC...

[lightning-will-bovino]

Life of the smallest Bovino

Many stories had different interpretations of Lambo's parents and his blood family. Including the Ten-Year Bazooka. So I would like to give my own headcanon and twist.

Lambo is technically a bastard(/out-of-wedlock) child thanks to his paternal side. The man accused the wife of cheating, not knowing that she was pregnant. The man was taking word of mouth from a close female friend of his that the wife was "cheating".

In Italy, it takes a year to officially divorce so Lambo was born during trial but was kept a secret. It wasn't hard for the woman to keep it a secret since her belly and thankfully her belly doesn't show. Sadly she died during childbirth and Lambo is under his Grandfather's guardianship (the Don of the Bovino Famiglia). The man never knew about his son and married his female friend (the same one that said the wife was cheating, so yeah, the woman was set up.) Lambo knew of this when he came of age (18) and knows he has half-siblings. Lambo's reaction? He doesn't care and it prefers it stay that way.

When he was around 5, a mysterious purple bazooka showed up one morning, next to Lambo with instructions and blueprints. They were both written in Japanese but blueprints and instructions were written by two people. While the Don and the heir candidates were reading the letters, Lambo used the bazooka. Oddly enough Lambo was in a new Mansion while a party was ensuing. People rushed towards him and the first one to come close to him to kneel in front of him was a brown hair man. That's when he meets the Don of Vongola, Sawada Tsunayoshi. (He didn't know that was Tsuna until a decade later.)

The man was nice, a silver-haired man was loud, and a tall man with black hair and a nice smile was laughing. The brunette picked him up and assured his Grandfather, who was in a wheelchair, that there was no worry. The next few minutes were chaotic. Someone else yanked him out of the arms of the brunet into a squeezing hug, he screamed and yanked on the person's fingers. During the yanking, a green light shone brightly causing the person that manhandled him to drop him. Chaos ensues, and during that time Lambo returns back to his Grandfather's office. His Grandfather is hugging him while crying until one of his cousins comes into the office to inform everyone it's time for lunch.

During this time, Lambo was taught Japanese both in writing and talking while the Don followed the instructions of the letter and having his scientist to look over the blueprints. He told his Grandfather everything that happened when he traveled to the new Mansion, including holding a funny ring that was shining brightly with a green light with a seashell and a thunderbolt as its design. (All his experience was told to the CEDEF which made Iemitsu decide to have Lambo as a Guardian in exchange for Lambo to be protected.)

Months after, Lambo Is sent to Japan. His other cousins teased him that he couldn't beat Reborn and Lambo took that seriously.

The instructions had not only the address of Sawada and Irie but also how to get in contact with the head of CEDEF. To also have the Bazooka fully stocked and have Lambo keeping it close since it's being charged by his Lightning Flames (similar to a box weapon).

When the future was rewritten, the letters, blueprints, and the original bazooka disappeared, leaving behind a copy of the bazooka the scientists were able to replicate.

The real reason why the Don of Bovino cried when he got the news of Lambo being the Vongola Guardian was because seeing his grown version of his grandson, who is the spitting image of his daughter, wrapped in bandages and half-blind broke his heart. Knowing that his future change is enough for him.

[humanjarvis]

tantrum

synopsis: what makes sylus snap?

tags: fluff, sylus is tired and grumpy bc he misses you, he obliterates his phone with his evol, sunshine reader probably, cartoonish luke and kieran appearance (sorry boys) word count: 842

a/n: after that magnum opus line i really wanted to see sylus throw a tantrum and i kept mulling over what would actually make him do that because i can’t see him doing anything much worse than this. i think he’d find Actual grown man tantrums lame. anyway i don’t like this and will maybe delete? nvm but i had the writing urge so i sacrificed this concept from my wips. 

When you arrived at the base after your three-week business trip, your long-awaited homecoming was…tame, to say the least. You’d been expecting a teasing “How nice of you to join us, sweetie,” or a cocky yet vulnerable “I was beginning to think you’d run away.” But once you’d stepped through the front door, Sylus had barely said a word. A soft “Welcome home” and a kiss on the forehead, and before you knew it, you were cradled in his arms as he carried you to his office.

He’d sat you both down in his leather armchair, making you face him in a straddle. His tired eyes had searched yours, and a moment later, he’d buried his face into your neck, inhaling deeply. 

“I missed you,” you’d murmured into his ear, pressing a kiss to his hair. With a quiet groan, he’d tightened his grip on your hips and nuzzled into you even deeper.

That’d been 15 minutes ago. Basking in the comfortable silence, you’d traded kisses all the while—yours on his hair, his on your neck. 

But suddenly, a low buzzing noise cuts your reunion short: his phone is ringing.

When he makes no effort to answer, still breathing heavily in your embrace, you twist in his arms and accept the call before he can protest. 

A familiar voice crackles over the line. “Boss?” Kieran asks. “Next meeting’s in 10. The one about those stolen shipments from Linkon—we’ve been waiting to hear back for months. You coming?”

Sylus doesn’t answer.

“…Boss?” Kieran repeats. “Boss, you there? You oka—”

Red and black mist shreds the phone into pieces. 

“Sylus!” you yelp, jumping in his lap. “What’d you do that for? He’ll probably be worried. And how will I text you now?”

You pout up at him, and as you study his chronically calm expression, you see something unusual: Sylus’s eye twitches. Just for a millisecond, only moving a millimeter, but you catch it.

“I’ll have a new one delivered tomorrow. As for the meeting, I’ll stay here,” he says lightly, a tight, closed-lip smile on his face.

“But Kieran said it was important,” you reply in confusion. “Why don’t you want to go? Are you feeling sick?” you frown, starting to lift off of him.

“No,” comes his too-quick reply. “It’s just…the twins can go in my stead,” he decides simply, moving to lean into you again.

But before he can move an inch, a rhythmic sequence of knocks sounds at the door.

“Come in!” you chirp happily, too excited to see the faces you’d missed the last few weeks to notice Sylus stiffening under you.

Immediately, the door swings open, revealing two masked figures. 

“Hi Luke, hi Kieran!” you beam, and they wave back at you eagerly.

“Long time no see,” Kieran begins. “Boss, did you lose signal or something? I tried calling you about the meeting, but I think it disconnected. Anyway, we’re about to head down and—”

“Cancel it,” a frustrated growl rings out.

You all freeze.

Somehow, you’d been too wrapped up in your excitement to feel Sylus's body shaking—no, quaking—beneath you.

“W-what? But they’re already here!” Luke sputters.

“Cancel. It.” Sylus grits out the words as if holding back a snarl, and the power in his voice leaves no room for argument. 

“O…kay,” the boys say in unison, and as they back away slowly, you shoot them a sympathetic look.

Red tendrils wrench the door shut behind them, and when you’re alone once more, it’s like the man under you deflates.

His head returns to the crevice of your neck with a soft but unceremonious thud, and his deep exhales and burning hot skin tell you he’s trying to calm himself down. 

Uncertain and a little amazed—you’d never seen him lose his composure—you give his cheek a gentle poke. “Sylus,” you whisper. Nothing. 

“Psst. Sylus,” you try again, and there’s some force behind your poke this time. With bated breath, you watch as your finger sinks into the space under his cheekbone, sighing in relief when the corner of his mouth twitches upwards. 

Lifting his head up to make eye contact, you smile at him softly. “Hi.”

“…Hi,” he rumbles, and as his crimson gaze softens, the remaining annoyance dissolves from his face.

“Are you upset?” you prod gently. 

A brazen scoff precedes the dry chuckles that fall from his lips. “And what makes you say that, kitten?”

A squint and a slight tilt of your head is all it takes. 

“I haven’t had you to myself in a while,” he begins cautiously. “Three weeks is…a long time. The longest we’ve been apart. And then the moment I have you in my arms, well…” he trails off, gesturing to the shards of phone on the table. “I just want to enjoy you right now. Undisturbed.”

“Oh, I see,” you coo, cupping his face in your hands. “Is this your way of saying you missed me too?” you quirk a brow.

“Yes,” he responds through squished cheeks, honest and unabashed. “Now, won’t you stay with me like this for a little longer?”

[orbitganymede]

self proclaimed guard dog simon who’s never held a conversation with you or even really tried to interact with you at all. he had caught a glimpse of you out on the town and traced you back to your current job, lucky for him, on base. you’re a little freaked out, this mammoth of a man randomly shows up one day and pulls a chair up to your desk, takes out a book and just hangs out for a few hours? even leaves an extra lighter for his cigs in your pen holder. introductions were a quick back and forth on names and that’s about it, sometimes he comments on your clothes or jewelry, he saw your dainty little chain on your neck and purchased an S charm the next day, left it on your desk and that was that. you really shouldn’t be okay with this but he’s kinda intriguing, and the guy that has the office next to yours hasn’t bothered you in weeks, something you’ve been begging for mentally, so really what’s simon doing wrong? he sometimes even brings you a stray pudding cup from the mess, how sweet.

but what really gets you is when you’ve just got in your car, setting your things down, buckling your seat belt, the works, but simon slides in your passenger seat, gives you a look (his eyes look so pretty in the sunlight) and tells you to “take us home”, you’re nervous to say the least, you heard what happened to janet in admin when she told him one of his stacks of paperwork was filed wrong, that she wasn’t gonna take his next one until he fixed his mistake (she’d left crying, cursing his name to high hell, and asking for a transfer) so really what choice do you have.

and maybe he walks into your place, goes straight for where you always store your remote and turns on the channel you like to watch, almost as if he’s seen this routine before, he even asks what face mask you’re gonna do tonight, you wonder how he guessed that you do a face mask every friday night (he suggests the blueberry charcoal one, says it makes your skin glowy (he did not use the word glowy)) you shrug and go on with your nightly tasks, make dinner, do dishes, shower. but what actually makes you stop in your tracks is when he walks out of the bathroom, still steamed up from his shower, butt ass naked and asks you what your favorite position is, pet.

[nanamiskentos]

﹙ 五条 悟 : gojo satoru ﹚

"you’re too young to be groaning like that," you tease as gojo flops onto the bed face-down, exhaling sharply.

"shut up," he mutters, voice muffled against the pillow. "i think my back just gave out."

you roll your eyes, settling beside him. his body is warm beneath your hands, muscles tense from who knows how many fights he got into today. gently, you press your thumbs into his shoulders, working out the knots.

"damn," he exhales after a beat, his usual cocky edge replaced with something softer.

"that good?"

"i might actually marry you if you keep doing this."

you snort. classic satoru. but you keep going, pressing deeper into his back. his breathing slows, and his body finally unwinds beneath your touch.

after a moment, he sighs. "you know, if i’m this messed up now, imagine how we’ll be when we’re actually old."

"you’re acting like you’re eighty."

"feels like it." he turns his head to glance at you. there’s something easy, something fond in his gaze.

"guess i’ll just have to take care of you forever, then."

for once, he doesn’t have a comeback. just a small smile — one that lingers even as the white-haired man drifts off to sleep under your touch.

[friesbeforeliess]

Satoru is looking over Geto’s body. Tears in his eyes. Probably feeling conflicted. He’s apologizing for all the trouble his body has went through even after he was gone. Talking about how he wishes they had more time together, how he wishes he had told Geto how he felt sooner. How he should have noticed when he wasn’t doing well. How he should’ve noticed the signs, because there were so many looking back now. Apologizing because he’ll never truly know how Geto felt about him.

Suddenly Suguru’s hand starts twitching and it shoots up to grab Gojo by his shirt. Startled Gojo stares with wide eyes. But slowly the hand relaxes and lightly pats Gojo’s chest. He’s confused at first.

“What’re you…” the hand keeps patting, a bit harder now. Trying to tell him something.

“I don’t…I’m sorry I don’t understand.” He says, holding back a sob.

Geto’s hand pats Saturo’s chest once again before resting on his own chest. Still and quiet.

Satoru stares in confusion. If only he could talk to him.

“No! Come back!! Please! Just- RAHH!” The heartbroken sorcerer starts pounding his friend’s chest. “Come back!!! What do you want to tell me!”

Satoru lays his head on his friend’s chest, quietly sobbing, “Please…I-…I love you” he whispers.

Satoru buries his face into his rigid chest like a young boy does to his mother’s skirt.

Only the whirring of the over-head lamp can be heard in the quiet room, that and the soft cries of a broken heart.

Suddenly, he feels Geto’s arms twitching beneath him. The sorcerer gets off him and watches as his hand struggles to make a sign. It clenches and relaxes and is trying to figure it out. Until finally, there it is.

A hand flexed to show a pinky, an index finger and thumb straight out and the middle and ring finger curled.

Gojo stares for a second. He knows what it means but is still unsure if that’s what he meant to sign. He looks at his friend’s eyes and is greeted with a tear rolling down Geto’s fair skin.

“Suguru…” the sorcerer breathes out, he goes to wipe away the tear but stops himself.

Keeping that same sign, Geto’s hand places it over Gojo’s chest. And lightly taps it again and again.

It clicks. He finally understands. Witnessing this, he gasps and places his own two hands over his hand. Satoru weaves their fingers together, softly crying as he does so.

“I guess those sign language classes finally paid off- hah” Gojo chuckles, lightly kissing the top of Geto’s hand.

“Well…” he almost sings, “I can’t wait to hear you rub it in my face,” Gojo laughs.

He leans over down to his friend’s ear, “So please…wait for me, Suguru.”

Satoru gently kisses his cheek and holds onto his hand just a little while longer.

What a beautiful sight.

[cowboybeepboop]

Sweetness

"I care about you, more than I probably should."

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: You finally find out the real reason behind Bob’s protective side. 

a/n: I saw Thunderbolts* yesterday, and I’m craving more of Lewis Pullman 😛😩

This team gets on your nerves, whether it’s Hangman’s cocky asshole attitude or Roosters constant issues with Mav. Somehow you’re always getting in the middle of something and you’re tired of these damn pushups. 

Bob is your weapons systems officer. He’s sweet and nothing but kind when it comes to you. It’s frustrating, though, because you know he doesn’t mean anything by it, but you don’t need him to stick up for you. 

It feels like he pities you, he challenges hangman when he says asshole things, he defends your choices when Mav questions you. He just doesn’t understand that you can speak for yourself. 

These dog-fights with Maverick have almost been the death of you. Maybe you’re an overachiever, but you’ve never needed to keep redoing and redoing exercises. It’s never been an issue for you to work in a team, but Hangman refuses to. 

“Fuck!” you slam your hand against the dash of the plane, tears building in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you sigh away the anger, letting your head fall back against the seat. Bob tenses in the seat behind you as you land the plane. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” his voice rings out, bringing you back into reality. 

“Yep. Let’s just get this over with.” Your tone is more firm than usual, irritation filling your veins as you exit the vehicle. 

Hangman begins spewing his usual bullshit, cockiness radiating off him even though you just lost. Bob argues with Hangman in the background as you ignore them, getting ready to get those damn pushups out of the way.

The only thing you need right now is an ice-cold shower and whiskey on the rocks. You’re pulling your uniform off your shoulders while walking toward the bar, Bob is hot on your heels, along with Rooster and FanBoy. 

“How’s it goin’?” Bradley wraps an arm around your shoulder, the familiarity of his touch doing little to ease your annoyance. You shift out of his embrace, not wanting to talk to anyone. 

Bob and Rooster make eye contact, shrugging as they notice your strange mood. “You got this one, Bob?” he nods in response, following after you once again. 

“Y/N?” he settles down next to you at the bar, shifting his weight as you stare down at the counter. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” You ignore him, taking down your drink in one gulp. 

“I’m alright, Bob, just.. Annoyed.” you sigh, glancing at him slightly. He nods in response, fingers fumbling with his beer bottle. 

“Did-” he begins before you cut him off.

“We were so close, Bob!” your tone is laced with irritation, “We almost got him and then you got, distracted.” You roll your eyes, sliding the glass to the side. 

“I know.. I know and I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that, you shouldn’t have needed to do all those pushups because of my-” you glare at him, everything he does just annoys you, he’s so nice even when you don’t deserve it. 

“Why do you take the blame for every little thing?” Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you’re hot, irritated, and red hot. “Leave it alone, Bob.” You storm out, admittedly a little childish, but you need the fresh air. 

Sitting down on the porch, you breathe in the scent of sea water, the wood creaks under a pair of boots next to you. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to do anything to frustrate you.” his tone is the same soft and gentle one per usual. “If I can do anything, say anything, get you anything, please just let me know. I wanna help, we’re a pair, Y/N,” he says, settling down next to you cautiously. 

“Bob, you’re annoying me.” You groan, hating the butterflies in your stomach, and his heart drops as he straightens up. Your words sting him a little more than intended, and you see it in his demeanor. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that..” you trail off chewing on your lip while watching him fumble with his hands.” I didn’t mean to, you dont deserve that, it’s just frustrating to have you constantly siding with me, being so nice, and sticking up for me.” you groan.

“I know you mean well, but I can fight my own battles Bob.” you sigh, shifting uncomfortably as you look him over. 

Bob looks down at his hands, the sound of his fingers cracking fills the air as he processes your words. He hates your irritation being directed at him, but he knows you’re right. He’s been a little overprotective lately, and you’re feeling chafed by his kindness. It’s not what he wanted.

“It’s just…” Bob pauses, his mind struggling to find the right words. “It’s not about thinking you can’t fight your own battles. I mean, I know you can.” Bob leans back, resting his head against a pole.

“I know we’re a team, but we haven’t worked together like this before, not on a mission this important.” you sigh, resting your face in your hands. "I just wish you wouldn't make me look so weak in front of everyone, just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I need pity, Bob." You shut your eyes, taking steadying breaths.

Bob's eyes widen slightly, finally being able to grasp what is going on. He's been treating you like you're fragile, and you're getting fed up. It hits him like a truck, and the guilt instantly seeps into his bones.

"I know... I know, you're strong," he says, the shame evident in his voice. "I don't think you're weak, and I *don't* pity you." Bob's fingers twist together, frustration with himself bubbling up within him.

Bob rubs his face, he’s always had a crush on you, ever since he laid eyes on you. For Bob, you’re not just a talented pilot and a teammate, you’re smart, strong-willed, independent, and absolutely gorgeous.

His protective nature stems from the fact that he cares about you, a little more than he should. He’s scared of losing you, of getting you hurt, and it shows in his overprotectiveness and constant apologizing.

“I’m sorry, Bob, I shouldn’t have held this against you. Hangman is the one who left us to fend for our own. It’s not your fault.” You lean closer to him, brushing your shoulder against his. 

Bob's shoulders tense up for a moment, caught off guard by your sudden apology. Your touch, even as simple as your shoulder against his, has his heart beating faster. He relaxes a little, feeling relieved that you're not as irritated with him anymore.

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice soft as he relaxes his tense shoulders, he takes a deep breath. "But I still want to apologize for being so overprotective."

“I guess I just don’t understand why you’re so protective when it comes to *me*,” you scan his face, eyes wandering his features. “I know we’re friends outside of work, but.. I just don’t get it.”

Bob's heart leaps into his throat, his mind racing with nerves. This is the moment, the one he’s been scared of for the past few months. He’s always liked you, but he’s kept it to himself because of his shy nature, and he was afraid of ruining your friendship.

He takes a shaky breath, his fingers trembling as he fidgets with them."I…uhh"  Bob struggles to find the right words, the truth on the tip of his tongue.

"Yeah?" you question, scooting closer to him, basking in the gentle heat of his body.

Bob's heart pounds in his chest, his cheeks heating up from your close proximity. He can smell your perfume, and the closeness makes his knees weak.

"I… I care about you a lot," he manages, his voice shaky, eyes refusing to meet yours. Bob's hands twitch with the nervous energy that courses through him, his fingers clenching into fists and unclenching rhythmically.

"A lot?" Your cheeks turn a slight pink. "In what way, Bob?" 

Bob's words get stuck in his throat, his breath hitches as he looks up at you, your eyes burning into his soul. He swallows hard, unable to hold your gaze, but at the same time craving it. 

"In every way imaginable," he breathes out, his heart pounding against his ribcage, "I care about you, more than I probably should." This is it, all or nothing, he can't back out now.

You take in a shaky breath, eyes focusing on everything but him as his words echo in your mind.

Bob watches your face, his heart in his throat as he waits for your response. The silence between you both is loud, making him almost sick to his stomach as he waits for your reaction. He’s so desperate to know what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling, but your expression is unreadable.

"Please say something," he mutters softly, his hand twitching to reach out and touch you, but his fear stops him.

You clear your throat, standing up and stretching, and your heart is racing in your chest. Being with Bob, it's what you want, but what if it changes things or makes both of you unable to go on the mission? Your mind is reeling, and you begin to pace. 

Bob follows your movements with his gaze, your nervous behavior making his heart ache. He knows he messed up, he should have kept his stupid feelings to himself. Now he's just made everything awkward.

With you moving around so much, unable to sit still, he stands up as well, worry etched across his face. "Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't-" his voice is trembling as he tries to apologize, but you simply start pacing.

You shake your head, "You don't need to apologize, Bob." Turning back to him, you take a few steps until you're right in front of him again. 

Bob stands still, his heart practically beating out of his chest, as you walk closer to him. Your proximity takes his breath away, and he can’t tear his eyes off your face. All he can focus on is your every move, the way your lips are slightly parted, and how your cheeks are tinged pink.

He has to fight the urge to pull you into his arms and hold you close, but the nervousness in his veins keeps him rooted to the spot. "Y/N..” he breathes out, his voice low and unsteady.

"Bob," you whisper, "Please.." Your words, your simple plea, are all it takes for Bob to snap. His brain short-circuits as every thought about consequences and missions leaves his mind, replaced with one sole desire. *You.*

In the blink of an eye, his hands find your waist, and in another, he's pulling you flush against him. His lips crash into yours with a desperate need, as every pent-up feeling, every piece of suppressed desire is unleashed.

Your hands reach up to his face, gripping his face as you pull him closer, desperate for more. 

Bob is completely lost in the moment, his hands exploring your waist, your back, your face, trying to touch every inch of you. Your touch ignites something within him, and his kiss deepens as he presses his body against yours.

He pushes you backward until your back hits a wall, his hands gripping your hips as he cages you against the surface, his kiss still feverish, hungry, desperate.

You pull away reluctantly, gasping in a few breaths before speaking. "Bob, we need to go.. I *need* you," you whisper, kissing his face and neck. Bob lets out a soft groan at your words, the feeling of your kisses sending tremors through him, the need in your voice making his knees weak. 

"Go... where?" he breathes out, his fingers digging into your hips, pulling you closer, afraid that if he lets go of you, you'll disappear. He wants you badly, the mission forgotten in a haze of desire.

"I have a place," you practically moan, enjoying the desperation in his touch. All coherent thoughts leave Bob's mind as your moan is like music to his ears. He practically whimpers against your touch, the need for you nearly overwhelming.

"Lead the way," he mutters, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your neck before reluctantly releasing his grip. Even though he's letting go of you, his hand takes yours, unwilling to lose physical contact.

With your hand in his, Bob follows you to the secluded spot you've chosen, his heart racing in anticipation. The gentle squeeze of your hand reassures him that this is what you want, too. Once you're both inside, the door clicks shut, and the tension in the room thickens. 

You turn to face him, the hunger in your eyes matching his own. His hands trace the curve of your waist, pulling you closer as your mouths find each other again in a passionate kiss that leaves you both breathless. 

With no more words needed, you both stumble over to the bed, the need for each other overwhelming. Bob gently lays you down, his eyes never leaving yours as he starts to unbutton your shirt. His touch is reverent, his every move filled with a passion that has been building for so long. 

You help him, pulling his shirt off over his head, feeling the warmth of his bare skin against yours. As the fabric of your clothes falls away, Bob’s eyes roam over your bare skin, tracing every curve and dip with a hunger that’s been building. 

His hands rough yet gentle, his kisses leaving a trail of fire down your neck as he unclasps your bra. The coolness of the air meets your heated skin, sending shivers down your spine. He worships your body, his hands exploring every inch with a passion that leaves you trembling with anticipation. 

The feel of his bare chest against yours is electric, his skin smooth and warm as he kisses his way down to your stomach. You gasp as his fingers find their way under the band of your pants, unbuttoning them with trembling hands. The touch of his skin against yours sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making you arch into his touch. 

His eyes meet yours, questioning, and when you nod, he pulls your pants down, exposing you to his hungry gaze. His eyes widen with awe, his breath hitching as he takes in the sight of you, fully exposed and desiring him. 

His thumb brushes against your inner thigh, sending a rush of heat to your core, making you whimper. His touch is soft yet demanding as he explores you, his eyes never leaving yours, drinking in every reaction you give him. 

You're both lost in the moment, the only sound in the room being the ragged breaths and soft moans that escape your lips. Bob leans in, his mouth replacing his fingers, and your world explodes into a symphony of pleasure. 

His name becomes a chant on your lips as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, your legs wrapping around his head as you pull him deeper into your warmth. The intensity of the moment reaches its peak as Bob's tongue meets your center, his strokes firm and precise. 

You moan deeply, your hands tangling in his hair, urging him on as the pleasure builds. He's relentless, his every move calculated to push you closer to the edge. His hands are everywhere, caressing your breasts, teasing your nipples until they're peaked and sensitive. 

The sound of your breathy pleas and the wetness of your desire driving him wild. He can't get enough of you, can't get close enough. You're soaking wet for him, and the scent of your arousal fills the air, making him crave you even more. His mouth is a masterpiece of pleasure, teasing and sucking, swirling and flicking, until you're panting his name and your body is tightening around his tongue. 

You're close, so close, and just when you think you can't handle it anymore, he slides a finger inside you, the pressure inside you building until it snaps. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, making your toes curl and your back arch off the bed. 

You scream out his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, leaving you trembling and gasping for breath.

Bob pulls away, his face flushed and his eyes dark with lust, as he watches the aftershocks of your climax ripple through your body. He quickly removes his pants, his cock standing at full attention. The sight of him sends a fresh wave of heat through you, making you ache for him. 

He positions himself over you, and with one swift thrust, he's inside, filling you completely. Your legs wrap around him as he begins to move, his hips pumping in a rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart. 

The feeling is indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain, of need and satisfaction, as he stretches and fills you over and over again. Your eyes lock onto his, and it's as if you're seeing him for the first time, really seeing the depth of his feelings for you, the desire and love that he's been hiding.

The friction is perfect, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body with every movement. You rock your hips up to meet his, desperate to get even closer. His hands are everywhere, holding you down, caressing you, making sure you feel every inch of him. 

Your bodies move in a dance that's been choreographed by months of tension and unspoken desires. Each stroke is a promise, each touch a declaration of his feelings.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another deep kiss, your tongues tangling as your bodies move together in perfect sync. The sound of your skin slapping against his fills the room, mixing with the desperate moans and gasps that escape both of your mouths. Bob's pace quickens, driven by the passion that fuels him, and you can feel him getting closer to his release.

You're so lost in the sensation that you don't even notice when the second orgasm starts to build, creeping up on you like a thief in the night. It takes you by surprise, stealing your breath away as it crashes over you, making your body tighten around him. Bob groans into your mouth, his release following closely behind, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his warmth.

You collapse onto the bed, your bodies still entwined, hearts racing, and skin slick with sweat. The room is silent except for the sound of your panting breaths, both of you trying to come down from the high of finally giving in to the passion that's been burning between you. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, grounding, as you bask in the afterglow of your shared ecstasy.

Bob pulls out gently, collapsing beside you, and you roll over to face him, your eyes searching his for any signs of regret. But all you see is love and satisfaction, mirroring your own emotions. You reach out, brushing the hair out of his eyes, and he smiles at you, the tension of the day forgotten as you both drift into a contented silence, the kind that comes from knowing you've found something real in a world full of danger and uncertainty.

Bob's mind is spinning as he shifts to lie there next to you, completely stunned by the intensity of what just happened. His fingers gently trace patterns on your skin, a soft smile playing on his lips as he takes in the blissful expression on your face. Every nerve ending in his body is buzzing, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through him.

"That was..." he finally manages to breathe out, his voice thick with emotion, "That was amazing." Bob's heart still races, his head reeling from the intensity of the connection between you both.

You nod breathlessly, resting your face on his chest, cuddling close against him.

[riddlesbunny]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ 18+, MDNI

Imagine best friend!JJ being in the middle of jacking off to photos of you when you call him. His cock is hard and pre-cum leaks from the tip as he scrolls through your instagram feed. Mainly clicking on the photos of you in bikinis.

A desperate whimper escapes him as he imagines it’s you wrapped around him instead of his hand.

JJ is quickly irritated when his phone first goes off and sets him off pace, but his demeanor changes once he sees that it’s your name lit up on the screen.

The right thing to do would be to let it go to voicemail. It would be disgusting, perverted, even, to pick it up… but he knows he’ll do it anyway. Since when did JJ ever do the right thing? He needs to hear your voice.

“Jayj?” you say when the line picks up and he instantly feels like his heart is going to beat right out of his chest.

“H-hey!” He chokes out, his voice on the brink of inaudibility.

“Hey Jay.”

Fuck. Your voice is perfect, he thinks.

“Um, what’s up?” He stutters as he continues to glide his hand over his thick cock, tugging at it harsher now than before.

“The boys mentioned they hadn’t heard from you yet today, so I wanted to let you know we’ll be down at the boneyard later.”

“Yeah? A party?” he asks coolly as he attempts to keep his composure, a sheen veil of sweat beading on his forehead.

“Mhm, and I need someone to protect me from those douchey, frat boy, kooks,” you flirt innocently, “so I was hoping you’d wanna come?”

Yes, he wanted to cum.

He wanted to cum on your stomach, in your mouth, inside your pussy. Just hearing you say the word nearly sent him over the edge. For a split second he was unable to respond, too focused on his pleasure.

He was close. Too close. It didn’t take much for JJ to cum these days — especially not when the pent up lust he had for you had reached new heights. He just needed you to talk to him some more with that sweet, angelic voice of yours.

As if you read his mind, you let out a deep sigh into the phone.

“Well, JJ? Are you coming or not?” you huff and that is all he needs to be sent over the edge.

“Fuck,” your best friend groans out.

“Yes! I’m— I’m coming,” he chokes into the phone, practically moaning at you as he pumps his cock a few more times, squeezing at the tip before spilling himself into his palm.

“I—I’ll be there,” he reassures you through bated breaths.

“Sheesh, Jay,” you giggle at his enthusiasm, oblivious to the situation. God, you were so fucking innocent.

“I’m glad to know you’re excited, I am too! I’ll see you there! Bye!”

JJ lets out a deep breath as the line disconnects down on your end.

“Yeah,” he mutters to himself, “I’ll see you there.”

He could consider himself totally fucked.

[monster-and-mayhem]

Drabble: Glimpse into the Past -Hungry

“Daddy, I’m hungry…” “I’m still hungry, papa…”

“Still hungry…”

Miles has been hearing young Lisa chirp all day, like a baby bird greeting its parent with an open mouth to be fed. Hungry, hungry, hungry. She’s always had a ravenous appetite ever since she was born, but now at five years old it was growing just as fast as she was. It would only take an hour or two for her to tug on his shirt asking for more food or complain that her between meal snacks weren’t enough, and she would look so miserable that he would give in and feed her more each time. 

But why? Why was she so starved despite constantly eating? The question repeated in Miles’ mind as he flipped through one of the several monster parenting books he had spread out on the kitchen table late into the night, his anxieties on the matter not letting him sleep. She wasn’t gaining an unhealthy amount of weight, if anything he was struggling to maintain a proper weight for her age, and it’s not like she was asking him solely for sweets and junk food. She wanted meals. He shut the book in front of him after it yielded no helpful information before resting his elbows on the table to rub his eyes. He was so tired that the words were starting to blur together, and the dim candle light wasn’t helping, but his mind was urging him to keep searching for an answer. Any little shred of information to help her, he wanted to find it right away. As he sat with his head in his hands to rest his eyes for a few moments he wondered if her mother would’ve known anything about this. If they would’ve been able to explain away all his worries so instead of scouring books he would’ve been in bed. If they would be able to reassure him that he was doing a good job raising her.

“Daddy?” Miles had been so deep in his thoughts that he hadn’t heard the little pitter patter of feet coming down the hall and he lifted his head to see Lisa standing in the doorway. Her little fists clutched her nightgown anxiously as she stared at him with big round eyes, concerned that she found him here rather than in his room. He smiled down at her to try to ease her worries and held out his arms to bid her to come closer.

“Hungry again, my darling?” Lisa hesitantly nodded as he lifted her onto his lap, his uneasiness over her weight only growing worse as he felt how light she was, “Very well, I’ll fix you up something to eat. But it’s straight to bed right after, don’t try to use this as an excuse to stay up.” Lisa giggled as he playfully pinched her nose before he set her down. He gathered his books off the table and set them aside.

Lisa greedily slurped up the leftover soup from dinner and worked on devouring a small basket of bread rolls as Miles sat beside her, watching her eat as if she’s never had a decent meal in her life. It hurt his heart, and it only made him continue to wonder if he really was providing enough for her. Lisa gradually slowed down until she sat staring into the bowl, and for a moment Miles thought she was about to doze off at the table, until she spoke up so softly he probably wouldn’t have heard her if it wasn’t for his heightened senses.

“I’m sorry, papa,” she muttered, refusing to look up at him, “I eat all the food you make, so you’re always cooking. I don’t know why I want to eat so many times, but I promise I like everything you make me. Please don’t be mad at me…”

Miles sat dumbfounded at the sudden apology. Gods, he forgets how perceptive she is, she must’ve seen more than just finding him in the dark to make her feel bad enough to want to say something. He had to take a moment to swallow down a lump forming in his throat to avoid scaring her more before gently tilting her head up to look at him. Those wide eyes were brimming with tears, and that only made it harder to hold back his own.

“Elizabeth, there is nothing for you to be sorry for, I could never be angry with you for simply asking for a meal. Please, don’t ever be afraid to ask me for anything you may need. I’m your father, it’s my job to protect you and keep you happy, not the other way around. Do you understand?” she nodded, though she didn’t quite look him in the eyes as she did, “I mean it. Don’t worry about me, I’m alright.”

Lisa didn’t quite believe him, but if he was telling her that he wasn’t angry then it helped make her feel a little better. Enough to wipe her tears on her sleeve and take another large bite out of a bread roll before speaking with her mouth full, “Erkay, baba.”

Miles sighed, manners still needed to be worked on, but he’ll let it slide this time. By the time she had her fill Lisa really was dozing off at the table now, and Miles gently wiped soup and crumbs off her face before lifting her and taking her back to bed. After tucking her in again he shut her bedroom door and let out a heavy sigh. Maybe it was time for him to go to bed too.

[moechies]

satoru’s punishments 🎀🎶

gojo satoru who focuses his infinity around his already-meaty cock so you’re unable to sink that pretty pussy down on him.

satoru is naturally one to discipline, considering his profession as a teacher. he knows clearly what’s right from wrong, and won’t let you off the hook as if you’re one of his students. you think it’s unfair, but if you were to think that gojo satoru cared so much about your incessant little opinions, you’d be called dumb.

your soppy cunt prods against his protected tip, urging your body lower to sheath his fat girth inside, but to no avail.

“satoru,” you mewl, “i said ‘m sorry. really r-really sorry.”

“hm.” he shrugs, one hand cupping your soft butt, and the other around the edge of your waist. his fake efforts to help you when he’s the one preventing you from pleasure is ironic, and it makes you an unspoken amount of angry.

but your anger is overwhelmed by your carnal desires from the sight of him alone, and the only thing floating through your pretty little mind is to get this cock in you.

“please— let me—“

“no.”

he glides your slick cunt across the faux protection, grinding you down so harshly, spreading your sensitive lips and pressing against your clit so harshly it almost hurts. “y’don’t deserve it, you brat.”

“i d— i do, satoru. d-don’t say that !”

he can’t deny how your sweet little mewls and begs for cock get him uncomfortably hard, wanting nothing more than to feel your chubby walls flesh to flesh with his cock. but he knows you’ll never learn, knows that you’ll be just as bad if he lets you off. even if it’s just this once.

“satoru—“

his wet cock slips from under you, falling against his pelvis and plapping against his tummy. you take the chance to lower yourself, rubbing your sore cunt on the smooth length of his cock.

you rock your hips ever so gently, grinding down on visible, but untouchable veins decorating his gorgeous cock. you’re eager to get your cunt off, but ensure your boyfriend doesn’t grow any angrier.

gojo undeniably grinds up just as desperately against your cunt, listening to the tuneful melody your sweet pussy plays for him. short pants leave his dewy lips, holding your chubby hips down firmly and setting his own pace. “shit. brat.”

he loves the look of panic in your eyes when his hips come to a slow, and soon to a stop, leaving you to mindlessly grind on his cock alone. your crying clit tingles from everything that’s led up to this moment.

but—

“did i say you could do that ?”

your movements come to an abrupt stop when his hands splay across your hot thighs, holding you down tight against his pelvis.

“b-but, you were also grindin—“

“yeah, i was. did i say you could ?” he spits, voice laced with poisonous venom that silences you immediately. his eyes are intimidating, not an ounce of forgiveness or pity lays within them.

“not good. what to do with you ?”

he tugs you off his hip, switching your position so that you’re soon under him.

and for the first time, his bare cock slaps against your puffy lips, and nudges at your raw clit. you moan with inexpectance, the mere feel of his cock slapping against your raw cunt nearly has you cumming.

“s a shame y’don’t know how to act right. c’mere.” he motions, pressing down on your shivering shoulder, “come ‘n suck your cock rights back.”