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almostarts · 2 months
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Alvar Aalto, Cantilevered Armchair, Model No. 31,
Designed for Paimio Sanatorium, Paimio, Finland,
Designed 1931-1932,
Bent laminated birch, moulded birch-veneered plywood,
27 x 28 ½ x 24 inches (68.6 x 72.4 x 61 cm).
Courtesy: Christie's online
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mar-sibilina · 2 years
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venusiansilk · 3 months
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being shamed for writing fanfiction at 30 by baby adults is rly wild for me. bc who do y’all think is making all the media y’all love so much??? it’s people in their 30s and 40s!!! they’re still making things and fantasizing and sharing it with y’all at their big age n y’all gobble it up! so leave me alone.
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tojisun · 7 months
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giggling and kicking my legs thinking about tf141 finding out that ‘el sin nombre’ has a pretty little girlfriend and when they finally locate her, they’re stumped at the realization that it was the cute little barista who was so helpful and kind to them, especially after finding out that they don’t speak much spanish.
alejandro only rolls his eyes when they bring you in for questioning. “leave it to valeria to have a controversially younger girlfriend.”
all you do is smile prettily at them and stubbornly remained tight-lipped.
loyal as hell too, ghost thinks to himself with a sigh.
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felinefractious · 4 months
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🐱 Bengal
📸 BeFurry Bengal
📸 Seal Sepia Rosetted “Twilight” Charcoal [Charcoal Bengals]
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kingdaddydaichi · 1 year
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dilf!Daichi Sawamura x reader (fem)
nsfw. mdni. dad bod. snowball. 1k words.
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30+ Daichi is an absolute F R E A K, y'all. downright nasty sometimes. will walk into your shared bedroom, fresh out of the shower, shamelessly naked with his thick, heavy cock bouncing off his thighs and his balls hanging low as he makes his way to his underwear drawer. even though you've been married for almost 10 years and have three children together, watching him like this never gets old. if anything, he's just gotten sexier with age. your husband has a smokin' hot dad bod now, complete with love handles and a little pony keg. but my gods the things he can do to you. seeing him like this and thinking about the way he has mastered your body over the years makes you bite your lip.
"Daichi..." you pout, reaching for him before he has a chance to put his boxer briefs on.
he knows that look like the back of his own hand, just like he knows your body and your needs. one corner of his lips turns up into a devilish grin and he puts one knee on the bed to lean down and give you a kiss. but you pull him closer and reach between his legs for his weighty cock, drawing a deep groan from him when you give it a slow tug with your fist.
your tongues slide and curl around each other as Daichi crawls between your inviting legs, your fist still working him to a full erection.
his six-pack has lost almost all definition, but he still has a two-pack at the top and side obliques which frame his small, taut belly pudge. sparse black hairs spread across his lower abdomen, his happy trail leading to the thick patch of black hair surrounding the wide base of his cock. even if Daichi's stomach isn’t as flat as it used to be, it’s perfect for rubbing your clit against when you ride him like the steed he is.
within seconds, Daichi's beefy cock is ready for you, just as you are ready for it. he brings his hips closer to yours and watches as you position his leaking tip to press against your clenching hole. with a slow push of his hips, he gradually fills you up as you both moan each other's names between open lips.
Daichi has a little more chest hair than he used to have. and his pectorals are as stacked as they've ever been, though they are getting a bit softer than they used to be. he's got love handles on his lower back now, but you actually quite prefer the fact that you can grab onto his back when he’s drilling into you from above. when you were both younger, your fingers would grab at the flesh on his back, but they could never find purchase as his hips rocked against your open thighs. his taut skin would always slip from your grasp to remain tight against his muscles.
your white cream contrasts beautifully with Daichi's full, black thatch of pubic hair. your pussy lips suck on his veiny cock with every retreat. his big, hairy balls press tightly against your taint as he ruts into you. he smells like sex and sweat with a hint of spicy bergamot. your entire body is moved by every thrust of your husband's strong, undulating hips, the headboard begins to thump the wall behind it. you kiss along his jaw, making him moan when you lick and latch onto the salty skin of his sensitive neck.
“nhnn...Dai-” you mewl against his ear. “feels so good when you fuck me hard, baby.”
duly fucking noted.
raising up onto his knees, Daichi watches you as a dark storm brews in his warm coffee eyes. he grabs your ankles from his sides, taking the time to kiss them while making full eye contact with you before putting them on his shoulder. planting his palms on either side of you, your husband leans forward to press your knees to your chest and begins fucking you into the mattress.
loud, lewd slaps of skin - wet with your slick need - echo off the bedroom walls with every downward throw of Daichi's hips. his dark brown hair is curled between your fingers and his knees are bent, spread out beside you as he slams into you. his familiar, spongey mushroom tip is thumping against your special spot with increasing fervor. the father of your children grunts and moans your name as his balls tighten against your taint, his thick glutes flexing as he fucks your pussy like no one else can.
Daichi knows your body just as you know his. he has spent the past 12 years learning and homing in on what gives you the most pleasure. he lives for the faces you make, the way you paw at his chest and scream his name when he makes you come apart on his cock, fucking you slower but just as hard through your powerful orgasm.
looking down to where your bodies connect, Daichi watches as his thick veiny cock gets swallowed up by your clenching pussy and your creamy white spend mats his black pubes. he holds onto the back of your neck while pile driving his hips against you until he begins to release spurts of his warm, sticky nut against your yielding walls. with one last trembling draw of his hips, he fully spends himself, his broad chest widening even more with panting breaths as wet heat leaks out around his pulsing cock. Daichi hangs his head between his shoulders, his arms shake under his own weight in their weakened state, and he just barely catches himself before he collapses on top of you.
your long-time lover lowers your feet back down to the bed, one at a time, before pulling out to let his warm semen spurt between your shaky thighs. but he wastes no time lining his mouth up to eat his own cum out of your oozing cunt. it doesn’t take much of his licking and slurping and sucking to have you cumming in his mouth, releasing even more of his own bitter spend onto his waiting tongue. with most of his wad now in his mouth he raises up to kiss you, pushing his load into your mouth along with his swirling tongue.
out of sheer force of habit, you show Daichi your tongue after swallowing, making him smile sweetly as his calloused thumb brushes your blazing cheek.
"good girl."
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noyoudidntbye · 7 months
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Day 19: birthday! 🎂
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brittscafe · 6 months
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Kinktober Day 27
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Kinktober Day 27: Soft sex, Jugram Haschwalth x female reader.
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Jugram loves to be soft and romantic with you. Especially, after he hasn't seen you in a few weeks since he's so busy being Yhwach's right hand man.
You walk inside your shared bedroom, dim with candles around the room and rose petals along the ground and bed. Your eyes widen and a smile tugs on your face.
Jugram stands in front of your bed, his warm blonde bangs tucked behind his ear, dressed in his usual uniform.
"Hi, my love," Jugram greets you with a warm, tender smile. You gaze up at his pale face and return the kind smile.
"Hi, what's all this?" you ask as he slowly stalks over to you. Your heart rams against your chest and Jugram's eyes are soft, filled with warmth.
"Well, we haven't seen each other in a few weeks. I want to have a nice night with you," Jugram explains and your heart fills up with happiness.
You love the way Jugram can be so sweet and kind. He thoughts are planned out and nice.
Jugram reaches out his bare hand and cups your cheek, thumb grazing along your skin. His touch pricks the hair up along the back of your neck and you lean into his touch.
"I've missed you dearly," you express and Jugram's lips tug into a tiny grin.
"Allow me to express how much I've missed you," his voice is husky, sending a chill down your spine. Jugram dips his head down, closing his eyes and capturing your lips.
Your body becomes warm in his touch, lips pressing together. His blonde eyelashes tickle your cheeks as the kiss grows deeper, lips meshing together.
You're the first to pull away, quietly inhaling sharply for air.
"Yhwach has been working you hard, my love. Are you sure you're up for this?" you ask softly, seeing the tiredness behind his forest green eyes.
Jugram tilts his head to the side, a faint smile along his face. He appreciates your concern for him, but he is more than just fine.
"I can assure you that I am perfectly fine, my dear," Jugram speaks softly and you nod your head. He presses his hand slightly deeper against your cheek, tilting your head up and exposing your bare neck.
His eyes fill with hunger, his mouth watering. Jugram lowers his head to your neck, peppering it with wet kisses. Your hands reach out and grab onto the long sleeves of his uniform, steadying yourself.
A soft moan leaves your lips as Jugram's lips suck and nibble on your sensitive skin. Jugram snakes an arm around your waist, hand flattening against your lower back and circling you in closer to him.
Your eyelids flutter half closed, tiny waves of pleasuring shocking your body. Jugram's long blonde hair, tickles your neck and any bare part of your upper body.
Jugram's hand falls down from your cheek, working on undoing his green belt. His golden belt buckle jiggles as he pulls the belt off his body and tosses it on the ground.
Your hands tug on his trench coat, slowly pulling it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the ground. Jugram pulls you even closer, your breasts pressing up against his now, bare chest.
"Jugram," you whisper out and he pulls away from your neck now covered in red and slightly purple marks. His eyes meet yours as you run your hands over his slim upper torso, feeling every one of his muscles.
"Let me take care of you, angel," Jugram whispers, hands gripping onto the hem of your shirt and tugging it over your head. Your heart skips a beat and you nod your head.
You don't know how to control your heartbeat when Jugram is so soft with his words and calling you such sweet pet names.
Jugram's hand runs down the middle of your chest all the way down to where your pants are. You squeeze your thighs together, just the thought of his fingers being so close to your core make you wet.
His hand travels up from your lower back to where your bra is clasped in the back. You don't even notice him unclipping your bra and sliding it off your skin until the cold air hits your bare breasts.
Jugram's eyes glisten in the dim lighting, admiring you with such hunger. His cock grows hard inside of his boxers at the sight of you.
You're so beautiful and stunning.
Your eyes lock onto Jugram's hand, ever so painfully slowly taking off your pants. He tugs them down your thighs that are sticking to them and down your ankles.
Jugram captures your lips with a heated kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth and easily dominating yours. Jugram's hands grip onto your hips and push you back.
You let a tiny yelp as you sink into the mattress and Jugram's weight presses down on you. Jugram presses his hands on the mattress near your head, holding himself above you.
His knee is positioned in between your thighs, dangerously inching closer and closer to your dripping core. You press your clothed core to his knee, being relieved from the pressure.
Jugram hand travels from your stomach to your underwear where he slowly pulls it down. His eyes widen at the huge wet spot on the crotch of your underwear.
"Oh, you're so wet for me, my angel. I'm sorry I've left you unattended for so long," Jugram huffs out, thumb rubbing circles against your throbbing clit.
You squirm against him and moan as if you've never felt a man's touch before. Jugram dips his head down, leaving a trail of kisses on your stomach up to your breasts.
His lips wrap around your nipple, feeling the bead grow hard inside of your mouth. His free hand runs up your side and squeezes your other breast.
"Mhm! S-shit, Jugram," you hiss out, bucking your hips forward as his thumb firmly presses down on your clit. You wrap an arm around his shoulder, your hand flattening against the nape of his neck.
Jugram releases your nipple with a wet pop, lifting his head up and his narrow eyes meeting yours.
You clench around nothing, whimpering. The way he's got you trapped underneath his hot gaze makes you even more turned on.
"Tell me what you want, my dear," Jugram urges you on, thumb rubbing over your nipple.
"I-I want you inside of me. Please," you beg him, unable how much longer you'll be able to take him pressing down on your clit. A grin tugs on Jugram's face and he pecks your lips softly.
Jugram doesn't hesitate to discard of the rest of his his clothes, his pants and boxers discarded with the rest of his clothes scattered on the ground.
You lift your head up, gazing at his hard, long cock. Jugram takes his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times. You bite on your bottom lip and Jugram gazes down at your pussy.
"So wet for me, angel," he whispers huskily, fingers teasing your pussy folds. You're practically dripping out of your hole at this point, your eyes screaming at Jugram to just fuck you.
He hooks one of your legs around his hip, bringing himself even closer. Your jaw drops open as Jugram slowly pushes his raging tip inside of your aching hole.
A gasp rattles your body as Jugram slowly slides his length inside of you. Jugram hand runs up your arm and his fingers interlace with yours.
He presses your hand into the mattress, groaning as he finally bottoms out inside of your pussy. Jugram hangs his head low, his nose resting against yours.
He brings his free hand up and cups your cheek, gazing deeply into your eyes.
"Are you okay?" he asks and you nod your head, unable to form words from the pressure building up inside of your stomach. Jugram lightly taps your cheek and you meet his gaze.
He needs words from you or he won't continue. He has to know that you're okay.
"I'm fine, Jugram. If you stay like this any longer I might go crazy," you warn him, giggling. Jugram smiles warmly and nods his head.
Your cheeks are boiling and your toes are curling from the sweet praises being whispered into your ear as Jugram's hips meet yours.
His hold on your hand is soft yet tight. He's groaning and moaning into your neck, giving your hand a light squeeze. The sound of skin against skin filling the room, fueling something deep inside of Jugram.
His cock fits inside of you so perfectly, walls clenching around his length. The head of his cock hitting that sweet spot each time he thrusts inside of you, his hips meeting yours.
Your moans grow louder and louder, filling the room. Your grip on Jugram's neck is harsh, fingers digging into his skin. His hand is still latched onto yours, never daring to let go.
"O-oh, I'm close, Jugram," you moan out, your jaw going slack, sounds of pleasure spilling out. Jugram hips relentlessly smack into yours, his pace slow and sensual.
Each time, he leaves his cock inside of you for a moment before pulling out and pushing in again.
Jugram's eyes meet yours as you pant heavily. "I know," he mumbles out, hips meeting yours. A loud moan leaves your lips as your thighs tremble and the knots in your stomach come undone.
Your cum spills out of your stuffed hole, dripping onto the base of Jugram's cock.
"There you go, my love. You did so well," he groans out, eyelids fluttering closed. He clenches his jaw, unsure how much longer he can hold out.
Jugram doesn't cum inside of you often, he's a gentleman and prefers not to cum inside of your pretty pussy. Although, he loves to, but he would never go against your wishes and hates to make a mess.
A gleam of sweat glistens over Jugram's face as wet sounds arise from his cock sinking in and out of your pussy.
"Y/n, may I?" he pants out. You glance over at him, knowing exactly what's he asking by the desperate look on his face. He's barely holding himself together.
"Of course," you nod your head, your breasts jiggling with each sharp thrust. Jugram lowers his face to yours, lips grazing over yours. He moans loudly into your mouth, thick ropes of cum filling up your hole.
He continues to thrust sloppily inside of you, before stopping all of his movements. His muscles are aching as he's been holding himself up for a long period of time.
Your heavy breaths mix together and Jugram rests his forehead against yours. His cum mixed with yours start to drool onto the bedsheets and your thighs.
Jugram presses his lips to your forehead as he pulls back his hips, slowly sliding out of you. He hisses slightly when the air hits his soft, sensitive cock.
His blonde hair hangs down onto your face and your nose scrunches up when it tickles you. Jugram sinks down onto the mattress besides you, turning onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow.
His eyes gleam over your body and he reaches out, his hand grabbing your face and pulling you closer. Jugram reaches for the cloth he set aside on the bed just in case.
"Are you okay, my dear?" he asks with a tender voice, running the cloth along your sticky thighs. You smile warmly and nod your head.
"I am more than okay, Jugram," you assure him and he chuckles deeply.
"I shall never leave you unattended for so long again, my love," he presses a soft kiss to your lips, intending for that to seal his promise.
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1driedpersimmon · 6 months
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A few Sesame scribbles
We’ve made it to the Steppes :)
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tepara3s · 9 days
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anmiruzu · 7 months
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attempting to scare briar valley's halloween ambassdor
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a/n i did my best :’3 hdhsv tbh i feel like his character is more complicated than cater’s fusgsgs legit had to look over his stories and sht to see if i did him justice (in which i didn’t) also slight spoilers for lilia's halloween card! along with some changes to the dialogue!
-180 words-
October fifth,
lilia vanrouge; prompt 17: “i know you’re trying to be scary but you’re just way too cute”
you were hiding behind a pillar waiting for lilia to approach. while lilia was “oblivious” to you, you jumped up in front of him or where he would’ve been, only for him to pop up in front of you upside down. 
“trick or treat!”
you yelped in surprise, not expecting him to turn the tables on you.
lilia chuckled seeing your reaction.
“how cute, you really thought you could scare me.”
you look up at him: pouting, “and i was so close too!”
he chuckles again, “i know, i know but be that it as it may, you’re just way too cute to be scary.”
“i’m not!”
“you truly are, though, attempting to scare me like that. I am known as briar valley’s halloween ambassador after all”
it was then you remembered how sebek and silver mentioned how terrifying lilia really could be if he tried. you wondered if that were true or not, however, considering how cute lilia is and how he strives to be adorable, you doubt he can really be that scary. 
oh how wrong you were.
(you can still request ^^)
{slots taken 12/30} ⟡ {rules/prompts}
{2023 halloween dialogue event lineup}
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damn-stark · 1 month
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Chapter 31 All through the night
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Chapter 31 of Sugar
A/N- Last fluff filled chapter, next are all angst 🫢
Warning- Swearing, angst, pregnancy, FLUFF, talks of drinking, spoilers!! LONG CHAPTER, NFSW makeup sex, back shots, p in v, I guess you don’t have to wrap it when you already got yo girl pregnant
Pairing- Choso x Gojo!fem-reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader
Episode and or chapters-
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As soon as you wake up you see an empty spot next to you on the bed where Choso is supposed to be.
Perhaps he’s in the bathroom?
However, when you peek in the bathroom's general direction the lights are off, so he’s not in the room. That’s weird. If Choso isn’t asleep by the time you wake up he’s usually holding you in his arms lost in thought whilst he watches you sleep. He does usually like to go off and make breakfast while you’re asleep, but as you sniff the air you don’t get a whiff of breakfast.
There isn’t even a note on the nightstand. This must mean you really upset him after turning down his proposal. But in your case, it was a pity proposal.
You deserve better than that, don’t you?
Regardless, considering there’s no one to cuddle with, you get up and do your morning routine. When you finally walk out of your room you intend to wake up Satori or tell her to start getting ready for breakfast, but when you’re in the hall you notice that her door is creaked open and the lights are off, so she’s awake too. You can’t say it’s weird that she doesn't wake you up in your room because she stopped walking in your room in the morning after Suguru died.
Is she downstairs watching TV? You ask yourself before you head down and walk to the living room in search of your daughter.
Nevertheless, the living room is empty, and you hear nothing from the kitchen or her playroom. So she must be outside.
Thus you check the courtyard in case she’s climbing the giant tree in the middle.
But it’s empty. Okay? You’ll look elsewhere now.
She better not be with her pony, she never likes to leave him after going to see him. He gets lonely, she says, so she always makes it a battle, and it especially happens when you have something to do!
But whatever, you cling onto a knitted blanket for warmth and walk out in search of her. You’ll look for Choso after, or call him. He might have left if he’s that upset…
Nevertheless, much to your relief when you walk away from the front of your house you spot Choso and Satori by the lake watching something you can’t make out from where you stand.
Now you could walk back inside and wait for them to return, but your curiosity doesn’t leave room for much debate so before you know it you walk towards them with a warm smile decorating your features.
And of course, Satori is the first one to notice you. “Mommy! Come look!” She exclaims with her eyes wide and gleaming like twinkling stars, and a bright smile on her face.
Choso peers over his shoulder and much to your surprise he offers you a gentle smile before he looks back at what Satori is also watching.
“What are you two doing out here so early in the morning? It’s cold out,” you interject and hold tighter onto your blanket for more warmth.
“Just come!” Satori gives you insight which only excites you more so you quicken your pace to a hurried walk.
Once you reach the pair, Satori grabs your hand and pulls you down. “Look!” She shouts and points to a family of swans in the distance. “I saw them fly to the lake earlier and I came to see them from up close.”
Your smile softens as you’re struck with awe at the beautifully serene sight of a mother swan swimming with four little babies on her back, while her much bigger partner swims next to her.
“Choso tried to go catch a little baby swan, but uh,” she starts to laugh. “He started getting chased.”
“Awe,” you coo and touch your chest as you look at Choso with pity. “Honey.”
He smiles and shrugs. “I should have known. Satori warned me.”
“Did you get bit?” You ask and slip your hand away from Satori to sit down next to Choso, not caring if the ground is a little moist from the morning dew.
“No, the swans stopped chasing me after I put some distance between them,” he says, making you chuckle.
“Missed you in bed when I woke up,” you comment and just slightly squint your gaze to see if he’ll show some signs of being upset.
“Oh, sorry I was going to make breakfast, but that’s when I caught Satori putting her boots on to come outside and she invited me,” he shares and stops crouching to sit next to you on the ground. He meets your gaze with a soft look that can’t be shaken, and now as you hold his sweet brown eyes you feel guilty for being so quick to turn him down last night.
Why is he not mad though?
“I'm sorry about last night,” you tell him softly as you begin to fiddle with the edge of the blanket wrapped around you. “I was a bit rude when turning you down.”
Satori glances back as her curiosity is piqued, but she doesn’t dare chime in. Nor do you tell her anything.
“It’s alright,” he assures you with complete sincerity. You can tell, it’s easy to tell if he’s still hurt by his face. He might be nonchalant, but he’s very expressive. “It took me some time at night, but I understand now.”
You draw out a deep relieved breath and without saying anything you lean over and wrap your arms around him to take him in for a gentle embrace. “Thank you,” you whisper in his ear.
Choso’s smile widens and as he returns your embrace he gives you a little squeeze. “There’s nothing to thank, but of course.”
You turn your head and press a peck on the side of his neck before you pull back and turn around to lay back against him and watch the family of swans in the distance enjoying their morning.
“I had a dream I was a swan once,” you share randomly. “It was quite weird.”
“I dreamed about that pirate you love so much,” Choso shares quite bothered
“Oh?” You grin and tilt your head back to look at him. “Did you fight him in my honor in your dream or what?”
He scoffs. “I wish. I don’t remember it anymore. It was stupid and I was angry.”
You hum and look back ahead. “I wish I could dream about what you did. Maybe I’d change it so we sail off into the sunset.” You joke around, and Choso of course groans in protest.
“I dreamed I fed Christina, the chicken a piece of chicken and I cried because I felt bad,” Satori shares over her shoulder, but then she blinks and looks down. “Oh wait,” she quickly backtracks and purses her lips. “It was real.”
You and Choso laugh, and much to your surprise Satori giggles along with you.
When your laughs die down a moment of silence passes and you continue to watch the swans. After a while, you start to notice Choso become fidgety, his touch stiffens and then softens again. He swallows thickly and takes a deep breath that makes you move as his chest rises and falls. You try to pay attention to the scenery ahead, but all his moving is making you uncomfortable, so you sit up and slowly churn your head to look at him with a sassy look.
“Are you okay?” You quiere.
Choso meets your gaze and swallows thickly, making you peel your eyes wider to pass a pressing look.
He doesn’t answer though, he drops his head and brushes back the hair that drapes over his eyes.
You don’t worry even if you should start to, instead your eyebrows pinch together as you grow confused. You part your lips to call his name, but he then lifts his head and you notice that adoration and anxiety storm in his rich honey-like brown eyes.
“Marry me,” he blurts, causing your annoyance to be forgotten, and Satori’s attention to be completely stolen by his words too.
“Because I love you,” he continues to say in a honey-laced voice that makes you just feel adored. “Because I want to spend the rest of my life with you because I want to be by your side until my last breath and my heart stops beating. Marry me so we can live out our future that I dream of. I know we haven’t been together long, I know you might say that if we live through the battle between evil I’ll have the chance to know the world and other people, but I know what I want, I know that no soul in this world will ever measure up to you. Marry me so even if I meet my fate I’ll forever be your husband.”
Well, that totally knocked last night's proposal out of the park. You weren’t expecting a proposal so soon even if you know how much he loves you.
“Choso,” you gasp and feel your eyes sting as tears begin to form in your eyes.
Said man digs his hand in his pocket to pull out a small black velvet box that you know only contains one thing. One incredible thing.
“I bought it before our first date because I was certain I wanted forever with you,” he whispers before he opens the box and shows off a beautiful white gold ring that has an intricate hand-engraving in the band, while the borders are subtle milgrain, and a bright round diamond shines in the center.
“Oh, Choso,” you coo and touch your heart. “I…” you trail off as your breath is stolen from the disbelief, so you nod eagerly.
Choso’s nervous smile spreads to a grin and his eyes fill with happy tears. You’re at such a loss for words and pumped with so much rushing excitement that all you know is the sound of your rammering heart, and how much you want him; at this moment not sexually, you want him in a simple way, you want to feel his warmth, his touch on yours, his comfort, his attention, and his undying love, you want him forever. There’s nothing you ever wanted more, and marrying him is a guarantee for forever and all you want from him.
You probably could say all of that in so many ways, ways that go beyond nodding, but you share it all by throwing yourself on him. And you only manage to not fall back because he holds on tight.
“Thank you,” he whispers as he holds onto your neck and nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck. “Thank you.”
You blink with surprise and pull back to face him and question him. “For what?”
He grabs your left arm and pulls your hand to him to cup it in the warmth of his flesh before he gives you a sweet answer. “For making me happy.”
You flash him a beaming grin and he mirrors your gesture and keeps that charming grin on his face as he pulls the ring off the box and slips it on your finger.
“Perfect fit,” you assure him because if you didn't say it you know that’s something he would probably be worried about. “It’s beautiful, Cho.”
“You really like it?” He asks with insecurity. “I know you like pretty expensive stuff and this—��
“It’s perfect,” you cut him off and finally lean in to take him in for a deep passionate kiss that you have to cut short because of who else is with you.
“Yay!” Satori cheers and claps her hands, breaking Choso and you apart. “Congratulations Mommy!”
You meet her gaze and ask her the most important question. “Does this make you happy?”
She glances at Choso and then at you and nods without thinking about it. “Yes, because you’re happy.”
“Oh,” you coo and crawl to her to embrace her. “Thank you, my sweet girl. And just so know,” you trail off into a whisper. “I will always love your father. He will always hold a special place in my heart, okay? I will never ever forget him. And Choso will never be your father, but he will love you like one, is that okay?”
Satori draws in a deep breath and clutches onto you, but she doesn’t argue. “Yes. As long as he’s not mean to me.���
You giggle and pull back to caress her cheek. “Never,” you comfort her. “Now why don’t you congratulate Choso too, hm?”
She nods and scoots to the side as she keeps on holding you. “Congratulations Choso.”
You look over at your fiancé and see his cheeks flush. “Thank you, Satori. And just so you know, I will always love your mother, and I will always protect you too.”
“Mhm, okay,” she hums. “But did you ask my uncle Satoru’s permission? Because one time I saw a movie with my uncle Kento and the prince asked for permission from the princess' parents to marry her.”
You snort and he parts his lips and looks confused. “Uh—”
“Satori, he doesn't need to ask your uncle anything,” you correct her fantasy. “It is done, but in this instant, he does not.”
Her eyebrows furrow and she scoffs. “Well, when my boyfriend asks me to marry him I will tell him not to ask you.”
“Excuse me? First of all, who said you’ll get married? You’re going to live with me forever, until I grow old and need diapers,” you tease her and poke her side before you throw your arms around her and squeeze her, making her laugh.
“No, stop!” She says between laughs and pushes herself away, but grows sad. “Mom,” her voice quivers and she leans over to whisper in your ear. “You’ll always love me, right? You’ll never replace me if you have babies with Choso?”
You scoff and look at Satori as if she had hurt you. “Of course not. I would never ever replace you,” you whisper back. “You, like your dad, will always have a special place in my heart.” You assure her and offer her an adoring smile.
Satori smiles back and sighs with relief. She then turns around to face the lake after hearing all the reassurance to content her, and a minute later she jumps up.
“I’m going to bring some bread and bird food to feed the swans!” She blurts and runs off.
“Make it quick!” You shout back. “We’re going to make breakfast soon!”
“Yeah, yeah!”
You huff at her sassiness and watch her run off for a moment before you slowly turn your attention to Choso with a mischievous smile now that you’re alone.
“So where were we?” You coo and lean over to smash your lips on his.
Choso doesn’t protest, he’s aware of where you are and that you can be interrupted at any moment, but he needs you too. Last night he was left aching with only a few kisses and your embrace to tame his craving for you. And he can’t say he’ll reach his satisfaction right now either—the truth is he’ll never get enough of you, but right now just being able to feel your warm and wet lips move so in sync with his is enough.
Being able to feel the smoothness of your tongue graze his bottom lip satisfies a fraction of that ache that fiercely burns for you. Feeling that twinge of electricity, as you hold onto each other rushes through his veins, and hearing your soft whines as his tongue dances with yours makes his heart run so fast with excitement and satisfaction that a part of him thinks he might just die in your embrace.
Albeit, you both come back from the heaven you were getting lost in before your daughter could rejoin you, and try the wipe the trace of you still on his lips, but Choso grabs your wrist and kisses the tip of your fingers before closing the small gap and stealing more of that slickness on your lips.
“Choso,” you purr as he starts to move down past your lips. “This is why I’m pregnant, you know.” You giggle but instead of pulling away you wrap an arm around his neck and tilt your head away to give him easier access to your neck.
“Sorry,” his voice vibrates in your flesh as he talks against your skin. “I just need you all the time.”
Your face burns and a flustered smile tugs on your lips
“We should get married soon,” Choso manages to say as he’s kissing you. “I don’t want to go to this battle without being your husband.”
Maybe it’s the rush of hormones, or a rush of emotions as the big battle approaches, or maybe you just simply love him that much, but his suggestion sounds like an incredible idea. You can’t even think of saying no.
“Well it’s better than getting married in 6 or 7 months when I’m big and become the talk of the town,” you mention.
Choso stops pressing kisses against your flesh and you feel him smile a toothy grin against your skin. “I can’t wait to see you big,” he says, making you scoff and roll your eyes.
“I can wait,” you complain. “People say pregnancy is magical, and sure it’s special, but what about swollen feet? Breaking out like I’m going through puberty again. Needing to go to the bathroom every other minute, and now there’s two, so that means more pressure on my bladder!” You rant.
Choso pulls away and faces you with an amused smile, trying hard not to laugh at you.
“Oh and I doubt I’ll be able to even sit or lay down since getting off any surface will be hard as hell…can’t you carry them?”
Choso chuckles and grabs the blanket that slipped off your back to fix it back around your shoulders. “If I could, I probably would. Sorry darling.”
You pout and huff before you turn around to lay back on his lap so he can caress your head.
“I read the papers the doctor gave you, there wasn’t much information though,” Choso shares. “So I was hoping you could show me the books I need to read about, well, what will become of our lives.”
You smile in admiration and nod. “Yeah, I have a couple here that I read when I was expecting Satori.”
Choso hums and lets his eyes wander on your belly before he brings up his question. “You don’t have uh, morning sickness do you?”
He meets your gaze and you shake your head. “No, but it’s still pretty early on so we’ll see. And I never got them with Satori, I would get disgusted by stuff though, and I can’t see, smell, or eat those things til this day.”
“Like what things?” He asks as if he’s making a mental note. “Perhaps we should be careful when we meet up with the others.”
You chuckle and take his hand to press it against your heart. “Honey, it’s okay. I won’t just combust. Besides, things can be different this time around. Don’t stress yourself out just yet, the babies are not even here. That’s when we should worry.”
Choso smiles softly and reaches his hand over to feel your belly.
“Can you feel them?” You finally express the curiosity you’ve been dying to share. “With your technique?”
Choso’s eyes snap to you and he looks at you with shock and realization as if you had sparked the idea in his head.
Has he not thought of that before?
“Or are they too small?” You ask.
Choso adds a bit more pressure to your belly and loses his gaze on where he has his hands as he starts to concentrate. You’re tempted to blurt with a question, but you manage to bite your tongue and watch in silence.
The longer the takes the more impatient you get, and the more you start wondering why Satori is taking so long. Also, you’re starting to get hungry.
But you wait and not much longer you catch an awe-struck smile spread on Choso’s lips, and a glimmer grows in his eyes.
“Like my brothers, I can feel the twins too,” he muses. “I was so used to just feeling Yuji’s presence that I thought nothing of the additional two. Not until I concentrated.”
You beam and feel proud for him that he gets to have this special connection because he will get to cherish it for as long as they live.
“Now I will still get to feel them close to me when you leave,” he says and piques your curiosity.
“What do you mean?” You ask lightheartedly.
Choso meets your gaze and his eyebrows knit together. “Before the battle on the 24th?” He says as if it wasn’t obvious. But it wasn’t because what the hell does he mean by leave?
“I’m not leaving,” you clarify with a puzzled look as you sit up from his lap. “Who said I was? I thought we went over this.”
Choso blinks and nods. “Yes, that was before we found out you were pregnant. You won’t be out on any battlefield now that we know.”
What does he mean by won’t?
“I’m more than capable of protecting myself,” you argue with growing irritation since this is a recycled argument. “I’m not leaving just because I’m pregnant. People need me, there’s people depending on me.”
“Yes,” Choso snaps. “Your daughter, your people leaving the country, and our unborn children. They are depending on you to stay alive. You already died once, you almost died in Shibuya and both times were because of my father, I’m not going to risk your life now more than ever.”
You shake your head and part your lips to argue, but he cuts in to try and defend his case. “What if Noritoshi finds out and hurts you and the twins just to torture me or even one of our own brothers?”
“He won’t touch me this time, plus I won’t be alone,” you interject to get your point across. “He won’t hurt me. He has to pay for what he stole.”
Choso swallows thickly and his frustration starts to show in his pinched eyebrows, scrunched-up nose, and heavily seething glare that could probably kill.
“All right, you beat my father, but what about Sukuna? He can hurt the three of you,” he protests, but that does nothing to sway you in his direction. Call it stubbornness, or stupidity, but you can’t just sit back and do nothing while everyone else is fighting for their lives. Even if you are pregnant.
“And if I told you to come with me?” You blurt out of frustration at the fact that he’s not even trying to be reasonable with you. “If I told you to leave your brother behind so you can leave with me, would you?”
His breath hitches and this time he’s not quick to counter.
“The twins will need their father too,” you continue. “So what? It’s okay if you risk your life but not me? I know I may have not trained with my technique for as long as you did, but I am still a master at my cursed technique, I am well-versed in multiple fighting styles, and I carry high-class weapons in my cursed spirit. I am more than capable of staying to fight alongside you, my students, Itadori, my friends, and my brother. And if you don’t like that, well that’s too bad because the only way I'm leaving everyone behind is if you tie and force me. I doubt you’ll do it so I'm staying.”
Choso draws in a deep breath to get ready to argue, but at that moment Satori rejoins you.
“I’m back!” She announces herself.
You hold Choso’s gaze for a longing moment, knowing that he was far from done trying to win, but with Satori back neither of you continue, you just ignore the problem and feel a tension build between the two of you. A tension that Satori thankfully doesn’t notice, but one that immediately starts hurting the both of you.
Up until now, all your problems have been solved right away by talking to each other, but not this time, and it’s odd. He’s usually quiet, but this silence he holds is unbreakable; there’s no small comments or full conversations during breakfast. You get ready to leave to join the others, and he can barely even look at you. And the car ride to your current headquarters is almost painful.
You’re so tempted to apologize for perhaps not being understanding, but no matter how you try, your own frustration resurfaces, and chooses to keep the tense silence strong because you won’t give up your decision.
You only hope that no one senses your tension, you don’t want to be asked questions.
Then again those who will ask questions are probably the same ones you’re okay with knowing you’re expecting.
But still, it’s hard enough as it is, so it’s better not to be asked questions.
“Master!” Kirara greets the moment they spot you walking in.
You can’t help but grin and quicken your pace when you see both them and Harkari approaching you to meet them halfway with an embrace you give the both of them.
“Hello my star students,” you greet giddily and push your weight on their shoulders to hover over the ground and swing your legs, catching Satori making a beeline toward Shoko since she said she’d teach Satori some doctor stuff, and just briefly watching Choso walk away towards Itadori without a lingering glance your way.
“You ready to kick ass today?” You exclaim and push yourself off them to hit the ground and twirl around to face them. “I thought that we should practice your reflexes in a field training aspect just with the other three boys.”
“Hm, well as long as you’re ready to get your name taken master,” Hakari jokes around with you, making you chuckle.
“Just like we beat you in volleyball!” Kirara shows off proudly.
“Pft,” you blow out and shake your head. “Lucky win.”
Kirara smirks and grabs Hakari’s arm. “Luck was on our side, besides our hot fever.”
You roll your eyes and in that moment catch your brother approaching with a goofy smile on his pale face. “Y/N,” he interjects and waves. “I was hoping we could talk before you get busy.”
Well, there’s no point in trying to avoid or ignore him, he won’t leave you alone even if you try. Besides, what's the point of staying angry at Satoru? You just made up and soon your life will be in rambles due to the battle of the century. As long as his apology is genuine then you have no reason to stay upset.
“Why don’t you guys start stretching and do some meditation,” you tell Kirara and Hakari. “I’ll join you in a minute. And after our training, I do have something to tell you two so.”
“Like bad?” Kirara can’t help but ask.
You shake your head. “No, good news, so don’t worry.”
You turn away and follow your brother someplace more quiet and private where there’s no prying eyes or listening ears.
“How was yesterday?” You interject to not suffer in this tense silence between him and you.
Satoru scoffs. “A lot easier than fighting other sorcerers, that's for sure. But it wasn’t trouble it all, it’s always easy for me.”
You can practically hear him smirking from behind him. How annoying.
��You never answered my message, how did the visit at the clinic go? What did the doctor say?” He gets right to it whilst he actually lets you walk into a separate and lonely room that has a wall of windows that overlooks the field below.
“Well,” you sigh. “The babies are too young as of now, so she couldn’t really tell me anything, but everything that’s supposed to be there is there.”
He hums and stops by a window, but instead of looking outside, he turns to his side to face you with his blindfold creasing as his eyebrows knit together. “I’m sorry for what I told you. I was just worried. I mean it’s not like you have a good life track record, you actually died once.”
You laugh softly and nod. Satoru exhales deeply and reaches for his face to pull his blindfold up to wear it like a headband for now.
“But me being worried didn’t mean I had to be rude,” he adds in a soft and kind voice. “I’m sorry.”
Again you can’t stay mad at him, so you smile and can’t help but step in for a hug. Not only because you needed it after your disagreement with Choso, but because it feels right.
“It’s okay, I forgive you,” you assure him. “You don’t have to worry, I know these babies aren’t what you or Choso fear.”
“You can’t know for sure,” he mutters as he gently wraps his long arms around you.
“No,” you whisper. “Not yet, but if they do somehow end up putting my life in danger I’ll take care of it. But…I know in my heart that they’re not dangerous.”
You pull back and slide your arms down to hold his biceps.
“I’ll say I’ll keep nagging until I see proof that they aren’t posing a threat, but I’m sure your children’s father will be on top of that. He’s very…overbearing.”
You giggle and nod. “Yes, he will be checking too. I’ll let you know either way, or Shoko will. Either way, you’ll know and gloat.”
Satoru rolls his eyes. “I wouldn’t gloat about that.”
You hum with contentment and step back to slowly turn and look out, catching your students and the other three guys you’re currently mentoring warming up; along with Kashimo.
“It seems we’re always apologizing to each other,” you point out.
“Well our road to mending our relationship won’t be easy,” he actually surprises you by sounding so…mature.
“How mature of you,” you can’t help but share out loud, making him scoff loudly as if you just offended him. Which you probably did.
“I am mature,” he defends himself as he turns to look out the window too. “It’s just these kids need to know that we don't have to be serious just because we’re in this business. The higher-ups and other adults try to implement in their heads that they have to live a certain way, and yes this business is serious, but life doesn’t have to be so dull and gray. That can really affect them.”
You look at him proudly and pat his back. “Well, it’s good that they have you then…I’m glad I have you too,” you grow sappy, making his bright blue eyes drift to you. “I need you in my life. I missed you when we didn’t talk, plus.” You smile warmly. “Who else is going to walk me down the aisle?”
A narrowed look flickers on his face before his eyes widen. “Don’t tell me he proposed?” He asks.
You get all giddy and nod before you flip off your ring finger to show him the engagement ring Choso gave you. “This morning,” you share and let him take your hand so he can study the silver ring.
“Pity proposal? Pft, you deserve better than that—”
“No,” you rebuttal. “It was not a pity proposal. He asked that one last night and I rejected him, but this one,” you pause and pull your hand out of his grasp to admire your ring. “This proposal was genuine. He even asked in front of Satori.”
“Oh? What did she say?”
Your eyes flicker up to look at him and you grin. “She’s like did you ask my uncle for permission?”
Satoru’s laugh booms. “Ha! That’s how it’s done!”
“Tsk. If only she knew her father didn’t even ask permission either,” you comment and fold your arms over your chest. “Regardless, she was happy about it. A little worried, but it’s normal.”
Satoru hums softly now and from the corner of your eyes, you see his eyes are on you. “Well,” he interjects. “Congratulations. When’s the wedding?”
“Well,” you sigh. “We want to do it before the 24th so soon. It won’t be big, just an intimate thing, you know? So…” you trail off and look at him with batting lashes. “Will you be there? Walk me down the aisle? I missed you last time, but we have a chance now.”
A soft smile tugs on your brother's face that matches the softness of his overwhelming eyes. “Of course, I’ll be there.”
You grin proudly and feel an even higher impatience to already start living through that day. You haven’t even started planning it or chosen an exact date, but you already want it to be here.
Maybe you’ll ask Shoko to go wedding dress and kimono shopping with you tomorrow!
“Oh,” Satoru cuts in. “Now that you are pregnant can I make an effort to have you leave with Satori?”
You look at your brother with a hardened glare and stiffly shake your head. “No. Choso is upset with me for the first time because I won’t turn my back on this fight, I don’t want to argue with you either.”
Satoru raises his hands and backs up. “Okay, alright I’ll leave it alone.”
“Mhm, now,” you change the subject and look at your unaware students. “Why don't you help me scare these students? I’m training their reflexes today so they can think quicker on their feet as if it were a real battle.”
A mischievous smirk grows on his face and without saying a thing he nods in agreement, making you both quickly walk out of the room with rushing excitement that really shouldn't be so high considering you are training your students. But you can’t help it, you get worked up fast.
That fact is incredibly present when you walk over to an open window and instead of running down the stairs and running at them like a normal person would, you jump out the window to really catch the students off guard.
However, Inumaki notices gravity pulling you down and points you out to his fellow friends, but it’s too late. You land on the ground with your fist creating a crater as you punch it on the ground. Before they can even think of reacting you use your technique to manipulate the earth around them and raise dirt and rock-made walls to trap them inside. Not realizing you trapped Kashimo with them too.
After raising slabs of the earth you begin to elegantly swirl your arms around as you manipulate the air around you to have it twirl around the walls like a small tornado. Satoru finally joins you outside and puts his arm out to threaten them with one of his finishing moves and end this mock fight when they make it out.
Nevertheless, just as you hear the crackle of lightning the walls around the students explode and send dirt and rocks flying everywhere, setting Satoru off his plan. You on the other hand manage to keep the tornado swirling and add more pressure, but then like a flash of lightning, Kashimo is running at you and jumping off the ground to knock you off your feet with his staff.
Kashimo doesn't think you’ll block or avoid his staff's swing in time, but you undo the tornado and throw your hands up to catch the staff midswing. The moment his feet hit the ground he uses his strength to try and snatch his staff out of your grasp, but you counter by using your strength to pull back, making Kashimo sneer.
You shoot him back a cocky smirk and gather wind around an end of the staff before you swing it towards him and strike him with a heavy lash of wind that causes him to fly back several feet. And to end this mock fight you run over to him and imbue your hand with hot flames to threaten Kashimo with.
“That’s a point to me,” you show off smugly.
Kashimo claws the ground and glares at you.
“It would’ve been stupid if you lost with that advantage,” he grumbles, making you laugh and drop your threat to instead reach your hand out.
Kashimo glances at your help with hesitance, but surprisingly he doesn’t pass up on the help, he takes your hand and lets you help him up.
“It’s surprisingly very light,” you say and replace your hand with his staff as you hand it back. “I might just have to get myself one.”
You turn to continue the battle with the other students, but when you find them you see that Satoru has caught them all and ended the fight against five students.
“Kashimo, you should join mine and my brother's team so we can team up against these students,” you suggest, making a smirk flicker on his lips that you don’t manage to see.
“Finally a good idea, although I think your boyfriend is going to bite me. He looks rabid.”
You follow his line of gaze and see Choso pouting and with deeply formed wrinkles in between his furrowed eyebrows.
“You’re so dramatic,” you brush Kashimo off and shoot him a wobbly pointed look because you stifle your laugh. “Oh!” You clap and spin around to face him. “I actually have a cool move that involves your lightning and my technique,” you share excitedly.
“Okay?” He doesn’t cut you off. “What is it?”
You shoot him a deeper smirk this time. “You’re going to have to trust me. All you need to know is that you need to use a lot of lightning. Like when we fought!”
Kashimo should turn this idea down, but it doesn’t sound stupid and you’re promising some fun, so what the hell? He goes along with you.
“Fine,” he gives in nonchalantly.
You wink at him and spin back around to face the others as you get close.
The battle that follows is longer because you don’t catch them off guard this time, but as hard as they fight and as much as Satoru is holding back the students don’t win this game. Especially not when it comes to your finishing move with Kashimo.
He strikes his lightning and you gather a large body of water. He didn’t know what it was you had planned, but he chose to follow your lead, and without having to tell him he aimed his raging storm of lightning at the water, making the water start to boil at the moment of impact. And since you’re using cursed techniques the electricity produced by the lightning jumps out and radiates the water, so you quickly wrap the body of water around the five students without letting the water touch them of course, and bring an end to the battle.
“Good fight,” you tell your students regardless of the fact that they lost, and throw the water far so it doesn’t hurt anyone here. You then turn around and face your partner. “Cool huh?”
Kashimo folds his arms over his chest and shakes his head. “Not if you say that.”
You snicker and put your hand up to ask for a high five. “Come on,” you urge him with a grin.
Kashimo sighs and looks at your hand before he drops his arms and returns the high five, making you beam at him.
After that, you turn to meet up with the students and maybe take a small break. However, as you turn the first thing you see is Choso with his eyes on you and that once bothered look seething now. Adding another thing you need to talk about.
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*LATER*
Night had come around and the long day was coming to an end. And throughout it all Choso has yet to talk to you, he doesn’t even take a glance at you when you walk in the parlor room.
“Satori,” you interrupt the tea party she had dragged Choso to. “It’s time for bed Chipmunk, clean up and go get ready for bed.”
Satori sets her cup down with a groan and snaps a glare at you. “No,” she whines. “I don’t wanna. We’re busy.”
You sigh. “Tell you what, just wash out your cups and leave it all there, you can continue tomorrow, okay?”
She folds her arms over her chest and Suguru’s same pinched eyebrows and scowl show on her features. “No thank you.” She fights back even though you can see the exhaustion in her eyes.
“Satori,” you plead softly. “He’s not going anywhere okay?”
“It’s okay Satori,” Choso interjects now and gets off his seat. “We can continue tomorrow. Why don’t you go get ready for bed? I'll clean up for you.”
Your daughter pouts and debates whether to listen to him or not, her dark eyes flicker over to you, and glares one more time before she drops her head with a dramatic sigh. “Fine. Come you guys,” she directs at her tiger cursed spirit and your worm cursed spirit who she had plopped around the table to have them join her tea party.
“I’ll tuck you in a minute,” you let her know as you watch her drag her feet away.
“Okay, but I want a new story tonight,” she mutters before she’s out of sight, leaving Choso and you alone. “It’s okay, Cho,” you try to stir up a conversation. “I can clean it up.”
You walk over and reach out to grab a small plate off the table, but he blocks your attempts by putting his hand over it. “No,” he rebuttals. “I got it. You can go tuck Satori in.”
He doesn’t even spare you a damn glance. “Choso, come on,” you try to address the situation. “Let’s not go on like this. Talk to me.”
Finally, after what seems to be like hours without seeing him, he meets your gaze. “Not here,” he brushes you aside and walks past you.
Damn it.
This side of him is something you didn't expect. You’ve seen him mad before, he’s been vengeful and furious, but this kind of anger is the silent type, the worst kind.
It leaves this terrible pit in your stomach that was faint before, but now you feel nauseous and like it’s stealing your breath, making it hard to breathe. You can hold yourself together when you’re reading Satori her bedtime story, but when you walk in your room and notice that Choso hopped in the shower alone and without saying a word, you feel that anguish clawing at your throat, making it almost impossible to breathe.
What if you never come to an agreement and you stay upset with each other until that day? What if you don’t even get married because he’s so upset?
What if he keeps refusing to talk to you or even glance your way?
That’d be a nightmare!
You can’t handle this, you can’t let him stay upset.
Thus when you hear the water turn off and after you give him a minute to change you knock on the bathroom door with the things you need for your own shower.
“Can I come in?” You ask first since he's upset.
“Yes,” he quickly answers back behind the door. “The door is unlocked.”
You reach for the door handle and let your hand hover for a second as you let out a deep breath before you slide the door open and walk in, seeing him in gray sweatpants, and a tank top that did nothing to cover his chest. You can see his tight and perfectly carved chest, you can see the prints of his abs peeking out of his shirt from the mirror, and those sweatpants!
The way those sweatpants fit on him makes your mouth water. You can see his bulge hiding behind the material. He looks so delicious. If he wasn’t mad you would totally urge him to just fuck you against the counter with the sweatpants hanging around his knees or something. Fuck!
But that’s not why you’re here, you’re here…to talk things out! So after you brush your teeth and while he’s brushing his own you interject in a sweet and comforting voice so he can feel encouraged to talk.
“Choso, talk to me, I don’t want to go to bed angry.”
Choso sighs out of his nose and spits out his toothpaste first before he washes his mouth and then finally looks at you. Albeit not with nonchalance or in a serious manner, he looks upset.
“You don’t listen to me, and if I try to share with you why it’s a bad idea for you to be out on the battlefield that day, you won’t listen,” he blurts with angry determination. “Will you?”
You can’t lie just to win him over, nor can you fall in order. “I won’t,” you admit, making him drop his head and exhale deeply out of his nose. “But Choso, you know I’m strong. Just listen to my reason, please. Nothing will happen to me or the babies—”
“You don’t know that,” he cuts you off and snaps his head up before taking a big step forward. And since you weren’t far apart initially he stands close, leaving a small gap left between the two of you, but not big enough, you can feel his heavy breaths unfurl over you.
“You could die this time, why can’t you understand that?” He argues. “You can die and twins can die. I don’t want to see you go through that pain, I don’t want to lose you!”
You shake your head and grab his jaw to try and assure him. “But you won’t, my love. You will not lose me this time. We will live through it, we will live to meet our babies, and I will live to see you be their father. I know it’s no guarantee but you have to trust me.”
Choso holds your gaze with his mind and heart being tormented by what you say and by what his fear is screaming at him. And it’s not hard to see, you see the storm raging in his honey-brown eyes, and you see the way it controls his eyebrows and his lips.
It seems that he tries to understand you, but he suddenly backs up and huffs. “No!” He exclaims. “I will not risk your life nor that of my unborn children. I won’t lose you.”
You scoff and step forward to stand your ground with growing frustration, missing the way his eyes flicker to your lips. “Then you will have to bind me somewhere Choso, I will not hide while everyone is fighting for their lives. I’m strong, I can do something to help, and you nor anyone can stop me.”
Choso clenches his jaw and turns around to walk to the door. However, when he grabs the handle he stops and instead quickly spins back around to stride to you. Before you can question his behavior he slams his lips on yours and grabs you forcefully by your cheeks.
“Cho—“
He cuts you off by moving his lips against yours roughly, with hunger fueled by his anger at you for being so damn stubborn.
You should stop him, and continue to talk it out, but you’re entranced by the way he takes control, and turned on by his roughness that’s fueled because he’s upset, so all you can do is tingle as you think about him.
You slap your hand on the back of his neck and grind your body towards him to try and get any friction from his cock that’s at attention and already seeking your warm silky walls.
“Choso,” you moan as he attacks your neck, “please let’s talk.”
He pulls back and rather than stepping back like you thought he would, he instead takes your lips again and you respond by kissing him back in complete sync, and grinding against him again.
This time you get a muffled groan out of him as your clothed pussy brushes against his aching tip. Yet he still doesn’t pull back for air, nor do you break the connection, you breathe through your noses and pull yourselves close to each other's warm bodies. You should, you need to stop this, but when you pull back, he just pushes you back against the counter, completely pulling you away from that need to stop.
Now all you think about is him and his weeping cock leaking through his sweatpants.
“Choso,” you make your voice sound like honey. “I’m wearing your shirt, do you want it off or on?”
A smirk twitches on the corner of his lips, but his anger is still boiling within so he doesn't show it, instead, he continues to grab you by the flesh of your hips and flips you around, causing your panties to be drowned by your arousal.
He hardly ever likes to take you from the back, he says he prefers facing you when you’re having sex, and as rough as you like to be fucked you prefer to face him too. That way you can kiss anytime you want, and feel him kiss your body however he wants.
However, right now…fuck…you’re so excited!
“Keep the shirt on,” he finally answers your question and takes no time to feel you up, he pulls your shorts and panties down. His shirt you wear drapes past your ass so he rolls it up and reveals your needy pussy to him.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he mutters and leans down to lick a stripe up your weeping pussy, making you whimper with need.
“Choso, please,” you plead and reach down for his shoulder, but he pushes your hand away and stands up to face you through the mirror.
“No,” he counters and pushes himself against you, letting you feel his clothed erection where you need him the most. “You don’t talk.”
There’s nothing else you can think of doing but smiling and grinding your ass against his cock, making him groan.
“Fuck,” he grumbles and leans forward to wrap his hand around your mouth, whilst with the other he uses to drop his sweatpants and boxers, letting you hear the tip of his cock slap against his skin.
You groan with need at the sound and wiggle your ass back, making the corner of his lips twitch up.
Yet just as he grabs his cock and pushes his tip forward he stops himself and meets your gaze in the mirror with deep concern. “Will I hurt the babies?” He asks and drops his hand to let you answer.
“Just don’t be rough for the next couple of weeks, and maybe don’t put it in all the way in if you’re too worried. Just halfway, ‘kay?”
Choso's eyes fall and he hesitates for a moment. You don’t urge him this time and decide that if he doesn’t feel comfortable you won’t push him to do anything. You just watch intently.
Which is why you don’t miss the way his eyes snap up and bore into you as he pushes his tip past your folds, and eases only half of his cock in your tight wet pussy.
It was only half and you really felt like coming undone.
“Choso,” you whimper.
He tries to disapprove of your talking, but he loves the way his name rolls off your tongue, especially when you’re so needy. So instead he slides his hands up your shirt and squeezes your breast before he slides his hand forward and punches your nipple, making you moan out and push back against him so more of him can ease inside you.
And as if triggering him he finally starts to rut himself up into you with no mercy. He makes sure not to be rough though, but makes sure to gently hit your g-spot with the tip of cock so as to not hurt you, and then starts grinding slowly, lighting your body on fire. He kept that movement up for a few moments, watching as your mouth was left agape as breathless ‘ahs’ came out.
He could actually come undone by the way your face is twisted in pleasure, you look so angelic, but he holds himself back. He remembers his anger instead and continues to punish you by pulling almost all the way out before thrusting halfway in, pulling a whimper out of him.
“Choso!” You cry out and reach your hand back to grab his pelvis and push him all the way in, but he grabs ahold of your wrist and pins your hand back, adding more burning desire to your already burning body.
“You’re doing so good,” he whispers in your ear and pulls back to thrust in again slowly. “You're so beautiful. So stubborn.”
You clench around him and whimper, making him chuckle and pick up his pace, going in and out halfway with breathy huffs.
And you would say this way is torture, but it feels so good. Your desperation to pull him in deeper has your walls fluttering around him like crazy, bringing you both to the edge sooner.
“Choso,” you cry out and dig your fingers on the marble counter as he sets a heavenly pace that makes the coil in your stomach ready to snap.
“I said stop talking,” he hisses and gives your tit another squeeze before he slips his hand out of the shirt and covers your mouth again, quickening his thrusts and throwing his head back to chant your name to the ceiling.
You can’t take it anymore and pull his hand down to tell him. “So close, Choso,” you mewl.
“No,” he spats and ruts in deeper, to the point his tip hits your g-spot. Albeit he doesn’t thrust, he strands grinding against you and you lose it, you shut your eyes and clench around him to gush around his length, causing Choso to drop his head to watch your cum leak out of your hole.
“Damn,” he groans and thrusts once, twice, and then thrusts a bit harder before the tip of his cock twitches and he snaps and shoots spurts and spurts of his seed inside you, painting your walls white with his cum.
If you hadn’t been pregnant already, this would have definitely gotten you there.
“Oh damn,” he mutters and stills, sliding his hand up to wrap around your neck and pull you up against his chest. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Your eyes flutter open and after a deep breath, you shake your head. “No, no. I’m fine. I’m good. You were so good Choso.”
He hums and presses his lips on the back of your ear.
What was left now? He fucked his anger out, so what was left but talking to come to an agreement. You can’t go to bed upset.
However, you still peel away from Choso, causing the both of you to gasp at the loss of connection.
“Maybe,” you catch your breath and pull your shirt off. “You need to be mad at me more often.” You flash a faint smile and he meets your gaze through a mirror and shakes his head.
“I don’t like being mad at you,” he says. “As exciting as this was, I don't like being mad at you.”
“I don’t like having you be mad at me either,” you whisper and turn to press a kiss on his cheek. “I need to shower.”
You step out of your shorts and panties and open the shower door to start the water first and wait for it to reach the right temperature before you step inside, feeling the warm water wash away the mess Choso and you just made. You close your eyes and feel that warm water help ease your muscles, and calm your mind from what was driving it rampid.
You’re so lost in the warmth of the water hitting your skin that you didn’t pay attention if Choso left or not. He didn’t say anything either. So out of curiosity you open your eyes and open the door, and much to your surprise he’s walking over.
“I want to talk,” he finally says the words you wanted to hear.
“Okay,” you mumble and smile.
Instead of staying out there, he walks right in.
“Choso!” You exclaim and chuckle. “You just showered.”
He shrugs. “Taking another one won’t hurt.” He says and offers you a soft amused smile that fades away too soon and gets replaced with guilt and anguish. “I don’t want to control you, y/n, I don’t like fighting with you. I’m just scared of losing you,” he admits with ease, not shying away from admitting a truth others would have a hard time with.
That’s one of the many things you love about him.
“You won’t lose me,” you assure him softly even if your future isn’t certain. “I know my fate isn’t certain, but I’m strong, I fought hard to be strong. I can fight and,” you grin. “I have so much to live for. You’re one of them.”
He scoffs timidly and drops his head to try and hide his blush, letting the water trickle down his head.
“You trust me right?” You ask and cup his jaw to tilt his head up so his gaze meets yours.
“Of course, more than anything,” he whispers.
“Then you have nothing to worry about,” you add and start to tuck his hair behind his ears. “I’ll fight hard, I’ll protect myself and our babies. I swear because I meant what I said, I want to see you be a father to our twins and other little babies we have yet to make.” You giggle, making Choso laugh softly. “I want to live my future with you. That’s why I will live.”
He doesn’t feel reassured and you doubt he will ever be until he sees you alive and healthy the day after the battle. So you continue.
“I’ll tell you this,” you propose. “If things turn from bad to worse, or if I get badly injured, I will leave. All right?”
Choso's lips pursed together, he wants to argue and change the compromise, but he doesn’t want to argue again, and it’s not like he had much of a choice either.
“All right,” he mutters. “But I’ll be by your side.”
You shake your head and step back, grabbing the product you need and pouring some on your palm. “No,” you argue. “We will stick to what we’re assigned to do. Don’t add additional risks to your life because people are relying on you too. Your brother, me, our friends, our babies. I don’t want to raise them without their father.”
Choso swallows thickly and watches you massage the product in your hair before he steps forward and helps you.
“You can look out for me when we’re both somehow out of the fight okay? Other than that, trust me.” You press.
“Mhm.”
You wash off the product first before you meet Choso’s gaze with a pitiful smile. “I’m sorry I made things hard for you. Do you forgive me?”
He shakes his head. “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m being difficult.”
You laugh softly. “Well let's just agree to forgive each other all right or else we will stay here all night. Now,” you exclaim and grab a nice-smelling shampoo for Choso. “What I need from you to get things ready for our wedding.”
Choso’s attention heightens and you start to lather his hair before sharing the first thing you need from him. It might bug him but it’s important to you. “Stop being jealous of the guys I talk to. Especially Kashimo.” You snap and nudge his shoulder.
Choso’s eyes widen and he shakes his head.
“No, what?” You remark. “You get jealous and as cute as you get, I don't appreciate it.”
Choso pushes forward to get under the water and chooses to delay his response by washing his hair off. When he’s done you place your hand on your hip and the moment he turns to face you you shoot him a pointed look.
“I appreciate my male friendships just as I appreciate my female friendships,” you clarify and grab the lilac soap Choso loves to smell on you, and then get the loofah. “Please understand that. I’ve told you this already.”
Choso lets out a defeated breath. “I'm sorry, I try not to get upset, but I can’t help it.”
You giggle and start scrubbing your body. “Honey, I’m going to marry you. I accepted your proposal after knowing you for a month. I’m pregnant with your babies, you do not have to worry, my eyes are on you.” You smirk and wrap your arms around his shoulders, causing the water to wash off the soap covering only part of your body since you haven’t finished yet—“I love you.”
Choso takes the loofah from your hand whilst he leans in to press a kiss on your lips. “I love you too. And just be patient with me I’ll try…but he gets too smug.”
You chuckle and turn to give him your back so he can help you scrub your back without needing to tell him.
“You have nothing to worry about, he doesn’t get smug about what you imagine, he has some power problem,” you assure his concern. “He’s like…my brother in some way…the same craziness in their eyes maybe…But! if I ever get a hint that he is trying something I’ll stop being his friend all right?”
“I wish you would now,” he grumbles.
You huff and peer back, meeting his eyes right away when he notices you looking back.
“I’m going dress and Shiromuku shopping with Shoko, Kirara, and Satori tomorrow. You need to go get your montsuki haori hakama. Even though,” you smirk and turn around to rub your hands on his chest and down to his carved abs. “I love seeing all of you.”
He grows flustered but he can’t help a small smile from showing on his face. “No one else would appreciate it.”
You slide your hands up to his biceps and lean in closer. “What a shame. You do look sexy without any clothes.”
Choso’s cheeks burn hotter and his smile grows timid.
You smirk and drag your hands down to grab his and take the loofah to finish scrubbing. “You don’t want an outfit change, do you? If you do let me know so we can coordinate and you don’t wear, I don’t know, navy blue and I wear a light shade of pink.”
“I'll just wear the hakama, don’t worry about me,” he tries to assure you, but he doesn’t know this should be stressful.
“Eh, no, no, I worry,” you rebuttal and toss the loofah to step under the water, seeing Chosos watchful eye as the soap rushes off every curve on your body. “It’s a big deal. So it’s just a Hakama?”
He can’t help but smile and nod. “Yes, now will you show me what you will wear, I want to know what to expect.”
You scoff and touch his chest with your finger. “You wish. It’s bad luck for you to see me in my wedding attire, so you will wait. Just know 3 outfit changes.”
Choso flashes you a smile.
“And,” you tap his chest. “You will take Kinji, I trust his fashion sense better than Itadori’s so don’t rely on your brother. He’ll make you wear a hoodie or something.” You laugh and turn and walk around Choso, making sure to drag your finger around him. “Also I will send you the colors Itadori’s kimono can be. I already told Kinji. I don’t need your bother in a ridiculous color.”
“All right. What else?”
You tap your chin and think.
“Special shoes?” He teases.
“Haha, no. I’ll tell you when I remember, but from what I can gather just be there on the wedding day. With your hair up or down I don’t mind, I like either. Just be there, don't leave me stranded.” You tell him in a sweet voice that also shows off hints of excitement.
“I’d be stupid to leave you. I’ll be there,” he assures you and turns to face you. “I’ll be waiting for you. Eager to see how beautiful you look.”
Your face burns and you giggle. “I’ll be there,” you assure him. “In white, waiting to say the words “I do”
A blush grows on his face and he can’t help but smile wide before leaning for a gentle and passionate kiss under the warm running water.
——
*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*
“Wish me luck today,” you whisper to the picture of the twins and of Suguru you have on the altar. Just for a bit of comfort, you’re all jittery and it’s making you nauseous.
Plus you wish that twins could be here.
“I love you,” you finish and bow your head before you get up and head back to your room where Satoru is now in a nice gray kimono.
“You’re on time,” you interject whilst you grab your slippers off the ground. “I’m honored.”
Satoru turns away from looking at the dress you’re going to wear later and instantly a sweet smile decorates his face.
It’s not a rare sight, but it still makes you rather flustered since you are wearing your beautiful but heavy shiromuku.
“You look very beautiful,” he says in a soft and sincere tone.
You sigh and probe. “You think? I feel heavy.”
He snorts and walks to you. “Well, you’re wearing a thousand layers.”
You share a breathless laugh and nod softly. “Yeah.”
He reaches over and straightens the feather hair clips on the side of your head. “It blends in with your hair.”
“Pft, I know, but they’re faux swan feathers and there's a sweet meaning behind swans between Choso and me, so I thought it’d be a nice touch.”
He hums and steps back to get another look at you with that same sweet smile. “I know this is mostly a Western tradition but I still thought it’d be nice. And you needed a bit of luck considering what follows.”
Your curiosity piques and you tilt your head to watch him pull out a square box out of his pocket. “What is it?” You can’t help but ask with a giddy smile.
“Wait,” he whispers sharply before he taunts you by showing off the black velvet box first like it’s something important.
“Show it,” you press him.
He snickers and opens the box, showing off a gorgeous gold tennis bracelet with oval aquamarine diamonds and smaller white diamonds in between them.
“Wow,” you gasp and grin. “It’s beautiful, Satoru.”
He wiggles his eyebrows. “Right? It’s your something blue.”
You drift your eyes to him and beam at him. “Thank you,” you whisper.
His goofy smile turns soft and he then pulls the bracelet out and you offer him your arm to let him hook on the bracelet.
“Are you my something old?” You tease as you admire the bracelet from up close.
“Haha,” he feigns his laugh. “We’re only months old. Your baby's father is your something old. He’s ancient.”
You chuckle and nod.
“Oh!” He blurts, pulling your eyes to him. “I heard you’re getting married 'cause you’re knocked up.”
You frown and mutter, “who started that? You?”
“I told Hakari, Yuji, and Todo,” he shows off proudly.
Your eyes widen with joy. “Aoi is here?” You ask.
He nods. “He got here a while ago. He’s been bothering Yuji ever since.”
Todo was the first one you invited, but you didn’t think he’d show since he’s been down ever since he lost his hand and his cursed technique. But now that Satoru said he came, you’re relieved. Now all you’re missing is…Yuki…
“Hey, so you invite any hot friends?” Satoru queries in a partial teasing tone that makes you scrunch your nose, and furrow your eyebrows in disgust.
“Don’t flirt with my friends in front of me,” you tell him, and don’t actually warn him to leave your friends alone, you don’t mind, he actually needs someone, so he can go right ahead. “And my friends are all in the sorcerer community. A couple of them just have cursed energy, and some others have techniques, but I don’t have non-sorcerer friends, so if you’re into that you’re shit out of luck.”
“Unlike you,” he says as he stuffs his hands in his sleeves. “I’m not picky. The problem will be deciding whose heart I don't want to break.”
You frown at his cockiness but scoff in amusement considering he’s all talk. You only know of a select few women he’s dated throughout his life.
“Hey,” your brother calls out in a softer voice.
You back up to sit on the edge of the bed and probe. “Hm?”
Satoru sighs. “Thank you for asking me to walk you,” he says. “It’s really an honor.”
Your heart flutters and your smile appears again. “You’re my brother,” you tell him. “My first best friend, it’s my honor.”
He smiles at the ground and doesn’t make a funny comeback this time. He takes what you said to heart while you watch as the doors open to make sure it’s not Choso pretending to need something only to steal a peek at you.
Nevertheless, Satori walks in with Shoko who was helping her with her kimono.
“Are you all done?” You address your daughter in her cute little pink kimono. “We were waiting for you.”
Satoris' eyes fall on you and widen with fascination. “Wow,” she gasps and runs over as you stand up. “Mommy you look so beautiful!”
You beam at her and crouch to be at her level. “You look stunningly beautiful, my girl.”
She smiles wide before she turns to snatch her basket full of flower petals off the vanity. “Okay! I'm ready, let’s go!” She exclaims before she runs out the door, leaving Satoru with his compliment said to the empty space she left.
“Well,” Shoko mutters. “She didn’t get her dad's patience.”
You shake your head. “No.”
“No, but really,” Satoru interjects as he walks to the open door. “Are you ready? I might’ve just messaged Ijichi to tell the orchestra to start.”
Shoko and you share a teasing gaze and she shares your quip. “As long as the money keeps filling their pockets they’ll play until midnight.”
Satoru’s eyes narrow. “Funny,” he deadpans as Shoko and you snicker. “Not that I'd go broke though. Now let’s go.”
You let out a deep breath and drop your shoulders from the tense hold your jitters were holding them at. “Okay, let's go,” you finally let them know with a boost of confidence.
Albeit no matter how close you are to Choso, how excited you are to be down that aisle and utter those three special words, your nerves rush through your veins and make your hands start to shake. Satoru notices when you reach the last corner before you’re exposed to your guest and Choso.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay”, Satoru whispers very sweetly. “I mean he already got you pregnant, what is there to be nervous about?”
You meet his gaze and share a breathless and shaky laugh, feeling this new rush of relief and gratitude that he’s here this time. You cried last time because of how much you missed him, this time his towering beside you and holding your arm. This time it’s really your older brother.
“You know I love you, right?” You share from the bottom of your heart, making Satoru’s eyes soften even more than they already are.
“I love you too. Thank you for accepting me back into your life and letting me be part of you and your kids' lives. No matter what, you will always be my home.”
Tears well in your eyes, but you don’t shed them now, you just offer him a quivering smile before you continue to follow the trail of pink flower petals Satori left behind.
When you reach the entrance of the new beautiful stained glass greenhouse you rented for this event, your heart skips a beat the moment your eyes find Choso at the other end of that flower-covered aisle with his hair up in his two buns that didn’t really hold his hair down, and in a traditional black and gray montsuki haori hakama.
A beautiful red hue casts over him, exposing the twinkling tears that immediately run down his face the moment he sees you walking toward him. The closer you get the slower his world gets, and the blurrier his vision gets as all he focuses on is you basked by hundreds of different colors reflected in by the candles that hang from the ceiling over the aisle.
When you reach him both of your breaths get stolen, and your world seems to grow even brighter with colors he brings as he stands there minutes away from being your husband.
“I love you,” Satoru tells you one more time.
You shoot him a wobbly smile and don’t hesitate to say it back. “I love you, big brother.”
Said man looks to Choso and sighs deeply, dropping his smile for a second before offering him a faint and genuine smile. “Love her always.”
Choso nods. “I will.”
Satoru looks at you one more time before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, pulling the tears you were holding back down your cheeks. He then gives your hand to Choso and his breath hitches.
“You—” you both say in sync, making you laugh to yourselves.
“You look very handsome,” you say first while you caress the mark on his nose. “Very beautiful.”
Choso scoffs and his pupils dilate even more than you thought possible. “You look breathtakingly beautiful.”
You share a smile and hold that gesture as well as your lovestruck eyes as the priest speaks to the guests. You’re both too lost in each other to pay attention.
It was just you and him under the vibrant colors of the stained glass, you were one at this very moment, you shared one beating heart. It was a mere miracle that you heard the priest say that it was time to share your vows.
“Okay,” you exhale deeply as you go first. “Well…I have so much to say, but I’ll start by saying thank you for being a part of my life. We may have had a bumpy start, but you are the most important part of my life now, you brought the light back to my life. You kept me from losing myself after the loss of my daughters and my best friend, you love me besides everything and I never thought anyone else would. I love you, I’m in love with you, Choso, and to me, you will always be so beautifully human.”
He sniffles and wipes away the warm tears that stream down your blush-dabbed cheeks.
“All my life I was in the dark with nothing but my brothers,” Choso starts in a quivering voice. “Until I saw you and your fire-kissed eyes. You brought light in my dark world, and gave me hope. You never saw the bad part of me, the curse that makes up half of what I am, I don’t know why, but thank you. I love you with all that I am, and every day I thank whatever higher being there is that I have the chance to love you, to be near you and your fire. Everything you do lights me on fire, and no matter what you do I will never drift away, I will love you until my last breath, and the last beat of my heart. I love you now and always my moon, my sun, my beloved. Until forever.”
You sob quietly and he grabs your cheeks and presses his forehead against yours since he can’t kiss you or hug you yet.
“Now the couple will drink sake from the nuptial cups,” the priest announces, “followed by the parents—or in this case the brothers.”
You break apart and turn to the altar to each take three drinks of the sake which is symbolic for exchanging your vows. Next Satoru and Yuji step up and take drinks from the sake to seal the bond between your families, followed by you all taking three sips from three cups. The first three sips represent the four of you, the next represents the flaws of hatred, passion, and ignorance. And the last three sips represent freedom from the three flaws.
What ends the tradition is your offering of small twigs from a sacred tree.
The next and last thing that follows is the exchange of the rings. And since you wanted to include both Hakari and Kirara, they each bring one ring.
“Thank you,” you tell them with a smile.
They both bow their heads and leave once Choso and you take the rings.
“Now with the exchange of the rings they will bond their fate,” the priest interjects, “y/n Gojo do you take this man to be your husband?”
Without hesitation, you respond. “I do.”
You then slide on his wedding band and wipe away tears that rolled down his cheek.
“Choso, do you take this woman to be your wife—”
“Yes, I do,” Choso cuts the priest off just as he finishes, and grabs your hand to slide in your wedding band.
“Now their fate is forever sealed, you may kiss the—”
Before the priest can finish Choso cups your jaw and pulls you to him to smash his lips on yours without any timidness, making the room erupt in a round of applause and cheer.
Not like either of you knew, you were lost in the taste of each other's lips as if this was the first time ever indulging in something so intimate.
Then again there is something special about kissing each other as husband and wife that makes this first kiss feel like the first. It’s the excitement rushing through your veins, the love filling your hearts, and the desire lighting your bodies on fire.
It’s something you both want to stay doing forever, but you break away from your secluded world knowing you’ll divulge in your passion later, and mostly, for the sake of the guests. You then take Choso’s hands and giddily run with him down the aisle hand in hand as husband and wife.
——
*LATER*
“I would just like to make a toast,” Satoru announces to the silencing crowd who drift their attention to him. “To Choso and my sister.”
You turn away from Shoko and grow curious yet nervous about what he has to say.
“I have to confess that I was against this relationship, but…” he sighs. “Over the short time that has passed, Choso keeps proving how much he really cares for my sister and my niece, so sorry, and thank you for forgiving me. And thank you Choso for caring so much for them, but just know that I will always look out for my little sister and her kids above anything and everything. I love you, y/n, and I wish you all the happiness in the world. Oh, and welcome to the family Choso.”
A smile decorates your face and to thank him from afar you touch your heart and bow your head, making him raise his cup before he walks off stage and sits down. You don’t think anyone else will follow, but Hakari clinks his glass before he runs up on stage, getting a wolf whistle from one of his friends in the crowd.
“Master,” he begins and raises his cup towards you whilst you make it back to your main table with Choso—“Thank you first and foremost for inviting us!” He grins. “I'm loving the drinks! And I hope you can make it to the battle on the 24th and don’t get carried away in your honeymoon.” He snickers, and you and Choso share a teasing look.
“No, but really, thank you for everything, for believing in Kira and me. For caring for us like we were one of your own without hesitation. I will always be grateful to you, congratulations to you and Choso. And I hope you know she never stopped talking about you since you met.”
You share a flustered laugh and see Choso smile at you, making you grin at him and lean over to give him a peck on his lips.
After Hakari, Kirara pops on stage and grabs the mic off the stand to hold it up close to their lips. “I hope you know, Master, that you are the best teacher and person I have ever met. Thank you for accepting me for who I chose to be and thank you for never judging me. Me and Kin love you so much. And Choso, thank you for trying to befriend us, I appreciate it and I appreciate you for being so nice, and I hope you get used to us going to visit without letting either of you know. Congratulations!”
You shoot them a wink and they wave before they walk off, letting Satori walk up with her cursed spirit protector and Shoko, so she can help her take the mic off the stand.
“Uhm, hello everyone,” she speaks without any kind of timidness. “I just want to say congratulations to my mommy and Choso. And that I, uhm, I’m happy that my mommy married Choso because he makes her smile all the time…”
You grin and hook your arm around Choso’s.
“And also because Choso is very nice,” Satori continues. “Uh, and he’s not scared of my tiger…and…oh! I hope you guys can bring me a little sister or a little brother because I really want one.”
The crowd erupts in laughter, and you and Choso can’t help but share a knowing look before you laugh along with the crowd.
“Okay, that’s all goodbye!”
Satori runs off stage and Shoko takes her turn to speak now. “Well that will be a tough one to beat,” she says, making laughs spread throughout the crowd. “But I’ll try my best. This is my first time being someone’s maid of honor, and you know what? It was really fun. Today has been really fun, but I hope you know Choso that she has a lot of celebrity crushes and she’ll get mad when they get married, she'll be dragging you on shopping trips that last several hours because she’s very indecisive, she’ll ask you what color she should get her nails and go with a complete other color so never feel bummed, and when she’s sad all she needs is you to cuddle with her and offer her something sweet while you watch her favorite movies or the old seasons of Grey's Anatomy. I love you, y/n, and you will always be my person.”
You wipe tears off your cheeks and as Satori reaches your side she offers you a comforting hug.
“I love you too!” You exclaim to Shoko before she gets off stage and Yuji follows up on stage.
“I hope everyone is having a good night,” he says, making Choso smile before he can say anything else. “I want to congratulate my sister-in-law y/n, I hope you know never in a million years did I ever imagine we would be this close when I saw you on a magazine cover for the first time. We may disagree on some points in life, but you have taught me a lot of valuable stuff that I will carry with me forever.” He raises his cup to you and you bow your head softly to give him your thanks before he shifts his attention to his big brother.
“Choso, you came in a point in my life where my hope dwindled,” he goes on with a sweet smile. “After Shibuya I wanted to give up a lot, but you were always there to pick me back up, you have been there without hesitation since the moment you found out I was your brother, for that I will always be thankful to you. And I know that the parent we share is horrible, but there is one good thing that came from him, you, big brother. I love you.”
Choso’s breath hitches and tears stream down his cheeks, so you kiss his cheek and rub his back.
“I wish you all the happiness in the world and y/n, I know that if the rest of mine and Choso’s brother were here they’d like you and appreciate you as much as I do, congratulations.”
You clap and everyone, including Choso, follows. After the crowd has calmed down you walk up on stage to give a few words. “Hello everyone, first off thank you to every single one of you who accompanied me and my husband…” you giggle when you use that word, and you see Choso blush—“I hope you’re having fun, and I hope you enjoy the rest of the night. There will be fireworks later so I hope you can all stay for that. And thank you to my brother for paying for this entire wedding, I love you. And before I go back to my seat,” you exhale deeply. “To everyone I have been training with for the past month, I have faith in all of you, and it makes me very happy to see such a united front. And to my husband, my Choso, I love you, thank you for loving me the way you do, and thank you for loving my daughter, and for understanding how special she is to me and Suguru. I love you with all I am, with all I’ll ever be. If we have forever, I will love you forever.” You finish with a smile, and the crowd and him give you a round of applause.
A couple of other people went up to give a toast thereafter and then the party went on. You and Choso cut your cake, and you danced and danced some more with Satori. And since all the stressing matters were already lived through and or handled by someone else all you did was have fun. But it’s because the night was so fun that it was passing by quickly.
You don’t even recall just taking time to sit or relax. The only time it felt like you caught your breath was after you put Satori to bed; while you were watching the party from the outside.
And the only thing you could think of was how much you wanted this to go on forever so you don’t have to live through the horror on the 24th. As much as you want Sukuna and Kenjaku to die and be gone from this earth forever, you still want to live in this moment where everyone is happy.
“You guys are lucky,” you talk to your unborn babies as you turn away to face the lake and the stars reflect on the calm waters. “You won’t come until after this horror is over. Then again I wouldn’t want it any other way. The only bad thing is that you won’t get to meet some of these great people here.” You sigh and then smile. “But I know you will meet your daddy. He's excited to meet you, and your sister, she is already anticipating you even if she doesn’t know about either of you yet. When you’re here I’ll tell you about Kiyoshi, Nanako, and Mimiko. And all the great people that we lost.”
“Y/N?” You hear Choso call out.
You peer back and see him approaching you with some concern in his eyes.
“Is everything okay?” He asks and looks around to see if you are talking to anyone. “Who are you talking to?”
You let go of your belly and turn to face him. “The twins,” you assure him. “And yes, I’m fine, I was just catching my breath before going back.”
“Oh. Mind if I join you?”
You shake your head and stick your hand out.
Choso quickly takes your offer and lets you pull him to you.
“Todo and Yuji were making your celebrity friends laugh, I think you made Yuji’s entire teenagehood by inviting them,” Choso says with a laugh.
You snicker as you wrap your arms around his neck. “I’m sure I did. But most of them aren’t single, and one of them is here to meet my brother or Shoko, she couldn’t decide.”
Choso shares a short breathless laugh and when he meets your gaze he steals a glance at your house. “Did Satori stay in bed?”
You smirk and nod. “Yeah. She’s all partied out, she didn’t even wake up when I put her down. I’m getting tired too.”
“You haven’t really sat down at all today, it’s not good for you,” he scolds you.
You roll your eyes and scoff in amusement. “I'll sit down soon.”
Choso sighs and his gaze soon drifts to the party and returns to you with some worry behind them. “Uh, y/n, I've been thinking…could I ask Yuji to live with us? He’s still young, and after all this is over I’m sure he’ll return to the school, but he still needs a place to call home. I was hoping this could be it.”
You blink and right away you scoff in relief and offer him a soft grin, feeling grateful that it isn't a question with bad news like you assumed. “Yes, of course. There’s a lot of spare rooms. There’s two upstairs with us, he can pick one of those. I appreciate that you asked, even if it is your house now too, we do have to make these kind of choices together, so thank you for asking, and of course, you can ask him to move in.”
You lean in and press a small kiss on his lips before you rest your forehead on his. “I love you,” you whisper against him. “I’m happy fate let us cross paths.”
Choso smiles and caresses your cheek with his thumb. “I love you too, my wife.”
You giggle and steal a deep but short kiss from him.
“I know I’ve said this multiple times today, but you look absolutely beautiful, in all three outfits you have changed to.” He says making you smirk before he pulls his head back.
“But I think this is my favorite dress because of them,” he says, and even if they’re not big enough to show he still rubs your belly where the twins are before he crouches and presses a kiss on your belly.
“Now I hope neither of you mind, I’m going to ask your mother to dance,” he whispers to them before he stands to his given height and faces you with a charming smile. “Can I have this dance?”
You listen in to the song playing inside the greenhouse and hear “Song for Zula,” by Phosphorescent playing, so how can you say no?
“Of course my husband,” you accept his offer and press your palm against his before you interlace your fingers together. You then press yourself so close against him that you can feel his heart beating and he can feel yours. When you wrap your other arm around his neck you nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck and bask in his comforting scent, and when he wraps his arm around your waist he actually leads the slow dance under the stars.
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A/N 🥺😫
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eclipsa-paint · 10 months
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En: I finally finished it 😭. It took me almost a month to draw but it was worth it 😅, (AAAAAHHHHH MY POOR BACK 😱). and well each character is important. From the past to the present 😊.
Es: Por fin lo terminé 😭. Llevo casi un mes dibujando pero valió la pena 😅, (AAAAAAHHHHH MI POBRE ESPALDA 😱). y bueno cada personaje son importantes. Desde el pasado a la actualidad 😊.
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celtic-crossbow · 7 months
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Whumptober 2023
No. 12 Insomnia | No. 29 Panic | No. 31 “Take it easy.”
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader
Setting: Prison Era
Warnings: Hallucinations
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“Can’ sleep again?” Daryl drawled, voice rougher than usual with sleep. He lifted his head from the pillow when he felt the mattress dip with your weight. You shook your head, not meeting his eyes. “S’been days, Y/N. Yer startin’ ta look like a walker.”
“You say the nicest things, Dixon.” You got up and stumbled over to the railing of his perch, looking out over the darkness of the cell block. Your body ached. Your head was fuzzy. You felt nauseous and short tempered. But sleep wouldn’t come. No matter how hard you tried. You could only see the faces of the ones you’d lost. Amy. Jim. Dale. Andrea. Shane. Lori. T-Dog. ‘I couldn’t save any of them.’
“Ya can’ keep holdin’ on ta all tha’.” 
You quickly looked at him over your shoulder. ‘Was I talking out loud?’
“Yeah, ya were.”
“Shit.” You scrubbed a hand roughly over your face. You really were losing it. Daryl was sitting up now, his knees bent under the thin blanket with his forearms lying over them. He looked genuinely concerned. “I don’t wanna be in this world anymore.” You admitted quietly. “I’m scared to be awake. I’m scared to sleep.” Your lip began to tremble, your body too depleted to fight off the sting of tears threatening to fall. “I’m so tired.”
The archer observed you quietly, his expression unreadable. You weren’t sure why you came to him. You weren’t even sure where things stood with him. There had been gentle touches and whispered words, even a few kisses shared in secret, but most days, he just remained impassive and gruff. 
“I should let you get some sleep. I’m sorry I bothered you.” Your feet carried you quickly down the stairs, stumbling over the last step in your haste. 
The shower area was dark but the small windows let in just enough moonlight for you to at least see where you were going. Maybe you could just hide away there until morning. Your cell was too small, the terror and memories smothering you. The rest of the prison was inhabited by your small group and a few strangers. People you’d rather not give any reason to worry about you or your usefulness. You had already allowed Daryl to see too much. 
“He doesn’t feel that way about you, you know.” 
You spun around toward the voice to find the space behind you empty. You could have sworn—
“He doesn’t feel that way about anyone. Daryl is selfish.”
“Lori?” You whispered, spinning around again. And again you were met with no one. 
“You’re just a silly little girl. You’re not helping anyone. You never have, never could.”
“Dale?” You whimpered, the name barely leaving your lips before you heard Andrea just by your ear. 
“At least I was useful! You’re just a burden! They’ll be better off without you!”
“I’m trying! I just—”
“Try harder! Hell, you really wanna help, just go out past the fence and let the walkers take care of you.”
“One less mouth to feed, one less burden.”
“Shane, T… I’m doing my—” 
“Your best?” You heard Lori laugh mockingly as your back met the cold tile of one of the shower stalls, sliding down until you were on the floor. “Your best is pathetic.”
“Pathetic!”
“Pathetic!”
“Pathetic!”
Your hands flew to your ears, the word echoing in a flurry of voices and laughter. Your sobs grew louder, your eyes squeezed shut, and your back met the wall over and over as you rocked on the floor to try and get control over yourself. When you felt their hands on your arms, you screamed and flailed. They were gonna to take you to the walkers. They were going to laugh as you were ripped apart. 
“Hey, hey, hey. Easy.” 
The voices stopped suddenly and you pulled away, flattening yourself against the wall. Your eyes opened to find the space in front of you empty save for a concerned pair of electric blue eyes, the moonlight making them almost gray. 
“Take it easy.” Daryl’s tone was soft, his hold on your forearms was firm yet gentle in the most confusing way. 
“Daryl?” Your voice came out as nothing more than a small squeak being forced past the lump in your throat. 
“S’jus’ me.” When you threw yourself into his arms, he made no move to pull away. He simply remained crouched there, one arm around your shoulders, keeping you grounded for the moment. “Wha’ was tha’ all ‘bout?” He pulled back a little but you chased the feeling of protection he was offering, whether it was intentional or not. You didn’t answer him, but given the way he sighed, you thought he may have already known. “Okay.” He finally muttered and you thought he was going to move away and leave you there. 
He hoisted you up into his arms instead, backing out of the stall and then leaving the showers all together. You thought you could still hear whispers as the door closed behind you, your face instinctively burrowing further into his collarbone. 
“Is she okay?” Carol’s voice was full of concern, a small gentle touch brushing over the center of your back as Daryl kept walking. 
“She’s fine. Jus’ needs ta sleep.” He answered roughly. You were jostled slightly as he began to ascend the steps to your cell. You didn’t want to go there, not now that you had awakened everyone and proven those voices right. 
You were a burden. 
You sniffled and waited for him to deposit you and leave. Your back met the mattress slowly, gently, and the blanket was pulled over you a second later. But instead of the bottom of the top bunk, you saw the high ceiling of the cell block when you opened your eyes. 
You weren’t in your cell. 
“Daryl?” You questioned meekly, turning your head just as the blanket lifted once more and the archer crawled under it at your side. 
You were in his bed. 
“What’re you—” You blinked wide eyes at his chest when you were unexpectedly pulled tightly against him, his chin resting on the top of your head. 
“Try ta sleep now.” 
Your surprise dissolved into something else, walking the fine line between gratitude and guilt. You nodded minutely, wiping your eyes as best you could given the proximity. 
“Quit yer wigglin’.” 
“Sorry.” You muttered, sniffling again before you closed your eyes. You could actually feel the lure of sleep pulling heavily at your subconscious, your mind already growing blank and your eyelids too heavy to open. You felt safe and warm and right. You’d have to talk to him about what happened but that was a problem for tomorrow. “Daryl?” You mumbled, almost slurring the syllables. 
“Hmm?”
“Thank you.” 
His eyes opened, staring at the darkness over your head while the tension left your body and your breaths deepened, soft snores already puffing out against his skin. The archer pulled you a little closer. 
“Don’ ever hafta thank me, Y/N. I gotcha.”
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felinefractious · 1 month
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Adele Nik Grace
🐱 European Burmese
📸 Vakulenko Yuliya [Nik Grace]
🎨 Brown [BCA Colours]
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