#dyf au

[whalesforhands]

giving gojo satoru too many kisses

There’s a certain charm to turning the tables on the great Gojo Satoru.

Without his sunglasses, there’s no denying just how beautiful his eyes were, their brilliance rivaling the radiance of a supernova explosion, a luminosity like no other.

“And of course,” Your hands hold a stellar gaze in your palms when you pull away from a peck to his kiss-riddled lips. “You’re the sweetest husband ever.”

It’s also in these moments that you realize how human he is, so soft and tender and sleepy as you press kiss after kiss onto his face, your overwhelming affection the culprit of the pink on his cheeks that remind you of a sunrise’s afterglow, his demeanor now something quiet, serene and tranquil as he gives himself to you.

It reminds you of how the sun and moon can be so intertwined, like an event horizon line teetering between the opposing two.

“Mwah!” You absolutely want to imprint the shape of your lips onto his face forever as you pull away, making it a point to exaggerate the sound of your kisses as you keep overriding his thoughts with your sweet smooches all over his face.

Just because he deserves every kiss he gets.

“Hngh…” His eyes are squeezed shut, his lips struggling to keep themselves from stuttering when he talks so that he can take every ounce of your affection in entirety, his hands on your waist starting tremble as he fights against his cuteness aggression.

“Honey…! You’re gonna kill me…!” His complaint dies on his lips when he feels you land your kisses onto his lips once more, his satisfaction being sated.

He’s chasing after your sugary-sweet lips with every kiss you press to his lips, needy hands going up to press against the back of your head in hopes of melting your bodies and moulding your lips together until the next galaxies rise and fall.

“You’re so pretty, Satoru.” Your giggles feel like they could illuminate his very sky, your words akin to a candied sweet upon his tongue.

And it makes him want to swallow you whole.

“Prettier than Suguru?” His lashes flutter open as your thumb lovingly rubs a tender circle onto his cheek, your touch so soft that it makes him want to wish for a gravity that pulls your hearts together until they collide.

So you take this moment to tease.

“Mmm…” A kiss to his nose that makes him laugh just a little bit sweeter, his heart just a little more at ease. Makes him swear that the love in his heart was going to travel faster than the speed of light when it came to you.

“Nope!”

“Meanie!”

So, he decides that an infinity with you sounds like it would be just enough for him.

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[kairi-chan]

Hii, it’s Wantu but it won’t let me ask from my Art account so its anon. I didn’t know you were active on tumblr but I’ve been reading DYF nonstop and I can’t get over their bond. You write it so perfectly and I keep making my own scenarios on this AU in my head but nothing comes close to your writing - and I can’t stop thinking about what a scenario with the society would be like, or a close call with them and how BoruSara would deal with it. Facing their greatest threat and re-analyzing the consequences of their actions. Please, for the love of absolutely anything, can you offer any insight or anything regarding this bc I can’t take it anymore. Your work is just *chef kiss* and I’d go to war for this borusara AU.

Hi Wantu! :)

I'm so glad you like DYF! Tbh, it's one of my favorite AUs, and I have a LOT of lore stored in my head about it. Hahaha! There's also so many possibilities and I really haven't decided on how to move forward with the main plot, which is why I like to write small things within the AU instead.

I would love to hear what you thought of the AU! Do write to me again. :)

As for your question:

I can’t stop thinking about what a scenario with the society would be like, or a close call with them and how BoruSara would deal with it. Facing their greatest threat and re-analyzing the consequences of their actions.

I'll give you a little spoiler.

In my original outline, The Society sends Itachi and Shisui to find Sasuke. Their orders are to take him home and kill anyone who tries to stop them. They're surprised that he has taken a wife and has a child with her. It's disgraceful for their clan to marry a turned vampire, but Shisui and Itachi don't care much about it.

When they meet Sarada, they instantly take a liking to her, however, they warn Sasuke about how The Society will not be pleased to know about her existence. They will either kill her or take her back to be with the others. If they find out that she and Boruto, and Sasuke and Naruto are together, The Society will feel threatened by their power.

How I planned to write DYF was in this order: 1. BoruSara's story, how they met and 'lived happily ever after'

2. SasuSaku's story, how they met and will end with them coming to meet Naruto's pack again with Sarada as a child. I actually wrote about their first encounter already, albeit in a more condensed version: [HERE]

3. The Society, the wolves' purging, and why Sasuke decided to leave them.

Yes, I wanted to write it backward because I'm crazy like that lol.

Thanks for your interest, darling. It was fun to revisit my ideas and plot for DYF. :) Believe me when I say I think about it often. I just really haven't been in the right headspace to write anything these days. I've been far too busy. :(

Cheers!

Kairi

[floraexpress]

Jacqueline au feutre bleu - Marcel Dyf 1967

[justaboutsnapped]

Em | 19 | Aroallo enby (they/he/she) | Chinese-Canadian | ENG/中文

Fandoms/属性

F1 (nr6激推，其余时间是乐子人，在搞brocedes)

MCR + FOB

Musicals (Elisabeth, Les Mis, PotO, etc.) Lapsed Ramley stan (淡坑但会仰卧起坐的西区伉俪推)

Kpop but it's kept to a minimum: The Boyz (团偏艾嗑柱艾) DAY6 (本命#1 - ot4.5 -意思是会嘴也会招魂) Enhypen (不怎么甜的7唯，虐恋中，嘴所有人尤其是dyf) 2PM (本命#2，萌萌团粉一枚呀)

my edits (大人们求求了二传我的四轮产出之前想清楚我用简中社媒并且能刷到。。。不是说我的东西有多高贵但我之前发现我的踢死你au海报被无cr.发到豆瓣领嗑帖还是有点震惊，至少留个中文转评吧？) my gifs personal work

The usual DNIs apply. Additionally don't expect mutualship if you heavily engage in x reader content (婉拒高强度转发梦相关的，尤其是顺直allo) Feel free to send in asks/dms I need enrichment in my enclosure!! 大人们我其实很好说话请来找我玩！

[myfairynuffstuff]

Marcel Dyf (1899 - 1985) - Champ de Blé au Bord de la Rivière. Oil on canvas.

[ao3feed-gallavich]

Dyslexic Heart

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3ihOwnz

by KeepGoing

What if instead of Mickey's mom taking off, it was Terry?

After Terry divorces Laura, she needs a way to stay in the country. Enter Frank Gallagher with the scheme of the century. When Frank brings Ian with him into their scam of a marriage, Mandy couldn't be more thrilled. Mickey on the other hand, isn't so keen on the idea. He knows Ian from the neighborhood and from the store he regularly steals from, but he doesn't want him living in his house.

So what happens when two gay Southside teenagers end up in the same house together and have to pretend to be 'brothers'? A lot of sexual tension, meddling mother's and quite possibly something neither of them were expecting.

This is the stepbrother's Canon Compliant AU no one asked for.

Words: 4806, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Shameless (US)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher, Mandy Milkovich, Laura Milkovich, Frank Gallagher, Terry Milkovich, Gallagher siblings, mentions of Monica Gallagher - Character

Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich

Additional Tags: Stepbrothers, Canon Compliant, Alive Laura Milkovich, Marriage of Convenience, If I had to put a time frame on it I'd say this is set end of season 2, Mickey is not in the closet, he doesnt have to be, terry is gone, Flirting, mentions of Ian/Kash, Mickey hates that guy, jerking off, mickey speaks ukranian, laura Milkovich is amazing, mentions of past physical abuse, terry takes off instead of laura, Iggy and Colin go with him, Laura needs to stay in the country, enter frank gallagher, Frank loves scamming the system, DYFS splits up the gallaghers, frank takes ian into the marriage, Blowjobs, Explicit Sexual Content, Bottom!Mickey, Top!Ian, these two are idiots, Mickey is still an angry little shit

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[books0977]

Claudine au bouquet. Marcel Dyf (French, 1899-1985). Oil on canvas.

Dyf’s art is youthful, yet traditional, with a sensational use of colour. His paintings give an outward appearance of being simple, undemanding compositions, but the process of creating them was exactly the opposite - it was complex, rigorous, disciplined, considered, measured.

[honeyreaper]

Marcel Dyf (1899-1985)

Jeune fille au chat siamois 

[blkmana-blog]

Un peu de nous est de ce qu’on peut faire en moins de 5 minutes sans préparation.

Qualité au claire de Lune 

[plusperfekt]

Bereits 1974 setzt die Designerin Diane von Fürstenberg (DVF) mit einem Wickelkleid einen Meilenstein in der Mode. Sie launcht das Wrap Dress, das als so zeitlos und gleichzeitig stilbildend gilt, dass es sogar im Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York ausgestellt wird.

Eine Neuauflage dieser Fashion-Ikone gibt es nun auch in drei verschiedenen Designs für Curvys. Das Wickelkleid ist aus knitterfreiem Stretch-Seidenjersey, hat dreiviertel lange Ärmel und ist Saison unabhängig. Es ist bei 11 Honoré in den Konfektionsgrößen 44 bis 54 erhältlich und kostet 568 Dollar. Der Onlineshop für Luxus-Plus-Size-Mode liefert übrigens auch nach Deutschland. [the_ad id=”25786″]

Diane von Fürstenberg oder auch Diane Prinzessin zu Fürstenberg, ist eine belgisch-amerikanische Modedesignerin. Sie ist bekannt für edle Damenmode, die in Nobelboutiquen und exklusiven Modehäusern angeboten wird. Geboren wurde Diane Halfin an Silvester 1946 in Brüssel. Prinz Eduard Egon von Fürstenberg heiratete sie 1969. Fast so bekannt wie ihre Kreationen, sind die Portraits, die keine Geringeren wie Helmut Newton, Andy Warhol und Francesco Clemente von ihr angefertigten.

Wrap Dress von DYF – Diane von Fürstenberg | Credis: 11 Honore

Das legendäre Wickelkleid von 1974 jetzt auch für Curvys | Wrap Dress von DYF – Diane von Fürstenberg | Credis: 11 Honore

Wrap Dress von DYF – Diane von Fürstenberg | Credis: 11 Honore

Diane von Fürstenbergs legendäres Wrap Dress Goes Curvy Bereits 1974 setzt die Designerin Diane von Fürstenberg (DVF) mit einem Wickelkleid einen Meilenstein in der Mode.

[whalesforhands]

in which you have to be the peacemaker in this relationship.

warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, NSFW DESCRIPTIONS, stsg x reader are in an established relationship, slightly mean geto suguru

“You know, Suguru…” Your lips trail his skin, slowly kissing up the happy trail that peeked out of his boxers, softness with every lingering kiss you leave up his tightening abs, the twitch of his skin beneath your heated fingertips. Your kisses continue on their path, gently making their way past his torso, a tender kiss to one of his pecs, one to his adam’s apple, just under his chin… It feels so addictive, being able to feel his soft skin with your own. Your eyes start shifting to be staring up at him, his once pristine button-up starting to drape off of you as cigarette smoke starts to deprive you of his scent.

“You promised our kids you would stop smoking.” You’re staring up at him, bruised up and bitten, his teeth marks decorating your body as you laid on top of him, the blanket over the both of you as you twirled a strand of his hair mindlessly inbetween your fingers.

“Mmm… Did I?” He seems to grow embarrassed, the high starting to leave him as he closes his eyes, content with the feel of your body perched atop his, laying comfortably against his chest.

Silence.

“…would it change anything if I was the one who asked, then?” Your voice is whispered, soft. As if you didn’t want to break the steady silence of the room and whirling of the air conditioner as you continue to kiss his body, your soft way of coaxing him to be… Gentler, softer and more willing to forgive.

And it works.

“I thought you found it attractive when I did it.”

“Not when the Nanako and Mimiko have been asking you to quit for so long.”

You sit back up, noticing his pleased hums and blissful twinkle in his eye, steeling yourself with a deep breath in and a tuck of his hair back as you begin to make amends between your two husbands.

“And, um… About Sator— Mmm…!” Your words are swallowed when your lips are gently crashed against a pair that pulls you into a dizzy, addicting dance, your palms splayed out for balance only to feel the hard contours of his abs that feel like fire against your skin.

It wasn’t long before he pulls away, purple gems eyeing the trail of saliva left behind from your shared love, smirk on his face as he watches you swallow nervously, your face growing hot and your eyes blanking out into the distance, a mere show of his ability to kiss you until you couldn’t think straight.

You can’t forget why you’re here, you can’t forget why you’re here you can’t forget why you’re here you can’t forget—

A heady odour that dulls your mind, your barely clothed form being made to settle down, hips finding themselves home on straddling his thick thigh and a hand finding purchase on one of his pecs for balance as you feel his own hand on your waist squeeze just a little tighter at your misdemeanor.

As if daring you to go further.

“What about him?” He’s teasing, being obvious in his bullying of you as he watches you narrow your eyes, opting to instead give a light smack against his propped up arm, a lowly attempt to make him drop the cigarette held inbetween his two fingers as he chuckles, black hair swishing with each tremor of his body.

He thinks for a moment, lets the slow tension build as he exhales gently to the side, wispy grey smoke fluttering out from his lips and into the atmosphere of this misty room. Though, he makes it a point to avoid your face and move the cigarette further away, large hand reaching up to gently cup your chin towards him once again.

Your cheeks squished between his thumb and index, fingers lazily stroking your skin as you’re met with salacious purple that sent shivers down your spine and tingles in your stomach as you let out a moan.

“Plus,” His hot breath is fanning over your lips, just inches apart from each other as you let him bring you closer, tempt you with his very being. “It isn’t like you to be so daring, sweetness.” His thumb traces the corners of your lips as you lean forward to gently kiss him again, your tongue slow and decided, tangling carefully with his as you simply take what you want.

You pull away after much too short a time, his lips chasing after yours only for you to gently take ahold of his cheek, his face lightening into a smile just as soft as you were when you lean in again to place your forehead against his, tenderly brushing away long strands of his bangs and sighing.

“I just—“ You take a moment for yourself, swallowing your lust momentarily as you catch a glance of him putting his cigarette out in the ashtray by the nightstand. “Need you to forgive Satoru…”

“Oh? Doing favors for him now, I see?” He lifts his forehead away, opting to take this time to feel the contours of your body, spidering his touch across your exposed form before him as he lets you say your piece.

“You know I don’t like it when you both—“ You shiver as his gaze turns sharp, his touches growing just that bit rougher as his focus on you was akin to a predator to prey. It makes your spine shiver in anticipation, a heat building in your core as your eyes and a clenching of your thighs when you meet the smirk on his lips. “Fight…”

He hums, continuing to play with your body, rolling your nipple inbetween his fingers as you tremble and bite back a moan, your thighs starting to shake from the building pleasure and sweat starting to build upon your skin.

“And look how that will turn out for you.” His eyes start to trail down your bare chest, a finger slowly tracing up your body to tap against your skin.

“All pretty, pent up,” His fingers trace a line down the column of your throat, tapping against your cleavage before it continues to sensually drag its way down to your belly button. “And all for me.”

“Though,” He continues his little speech, loving the way your skin shivered with his every touch, a kiss pressed to your collarbone as you feel him drag you impossibly closer towards him, his hands growing restless in their groping of your body as you whine, your positions soon switched around as you feel his larger body press you against the soft sheets of your shared bed, one of your legs thrown up over his shoulder as a hand grips your inner thigh, spreading you open for him.

“I’ll let you defend him a little since you came all this way.”

——

“H-He’s just— Ngh…!” A pressure between your legs, his tongue licking the tears off your cheeks as two fingers plunge deeper into you, stuffing his cum back inside as you yelp and twitch around him.

“Mmhm, I’m listening. Go on…” He whispers oh so sweetly, cooing so gently into your ear as you cry and whimper around his fingers, his still hard cock poking up from between your thighs and weeping against your belly.

“Satoru didn’t mean it—!” You’re hiccuping your words out, twitching and shaking as your chest is to his back, his black hair falling over your shoulders when you try to push against his strength, trying to breakout of his ironclad grip when the pleasure just becomes too much—!

“Mmngh…! A— S-Sugur— Please…!” You tighten considerably when you feel his hot cum already starting to seep out despite his ‘help’, begging for him to let you talk properly despite this heaving pleasure.

A dismissive chuckle and a kiss to your cheek.

“Try a little harder, sweetheart.” He bites the tip of your ear as you let out a helpless squeal, your vision starting to blur into a blinding haze as you feel him burrow his long fingers deeper inside you, holding your hips in place when you buck up to escape his torturing pleasure.

“And maybe I’ll consider forgiving him.”

Is this punishment for you, or for Satoru…?

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[kairi-chan]

Sweeter Than Chocolate - BoruSara, DYF AU

Genre: Romance / Fluff / Humor 

Rating: K 

Written for D3 for @borusaraweek2020: Boruto’s Birthday

… 

Her grip on the small pouch of pink tightened by the tiniest bit. Sarada bit her lower lip and took a shaky breath. 

Why am I so nervous? It’s just Boruto… 

She closed her eyes and listened. He was already at the clearing, running around a pile of gifts he had received for his birthday from the party his pack—and the entire village—threw for him. Boruto was chattering excitedly to himself, dragging out presents from the wagon he used to help them carry it all.

Tentatively, Sarada peeked from behind the tree and her eyes widened at the sheer amount. She leaned back on the tree and looked at the small pouch in her hands. She forced herself to wake up late in the afternoon to be able to have enough time to make these for him… her mother only ever made them once a year and would give it to no one else other than her father. 

Her papa hated sweets, but he always seemed so happy to eat them. Sasuke let her have a piece before when her mama wasn’t looking, and it was delicious, nothing like she had ever had before. Surely, Boruto hasn’t had these before, too. Her papa always said in all of his travels, no one ever made chocolates like her mama and they were simply the most special things in the world. 

She peeked at Boruto again and caught him opening a box of pastries. Judging by the smell of it, the baker probably gifted it to him. 

It was the baker’s profession to make sweets. And basing from the sweets that Boruto had brought her from their shop, they were all delicious. Her gaze dropped to the pouch in her hands again and she frowned. 

It took her three tries to get it right, and although her mama offered to help, Sarada was stubborn and refused. This was a gift from her for Boruto, for his birthday. One that she worked hard to make, just for him. It had to be special, and it was… wasn’t it? 

“Sarada?” Boruto called. “I can smell you, ya know?” 

She pouted and hid the pouch behind her back, under her coat. Her face stayed puckered even after she had stepped into the clearing. Now that she was closer, the mountain of gifts seemed even bigger and it made her pouch of chocolates feel even smaller and insignificant. What was she thinking, making him something when it wasn’t even a skill she had? Well, a skill that definitely wasn’t up to par with the baker’s at the very least. 

“You got cinnamon rolls from the baker?” Her eyes locked on them, wanting a bite. 

“Yeah!” Boruto grinned and picked up the box. His wolfie ears were upon his head, tail wagging. He presented the box to her expectantly. “He said I could have a box of anything I wanted in his shop and I asked him for these. They’re your favorite, right?” 

Sarada’s eyes widened. It was his birthday, he could have asked for the jelly tarts or meat pies that he liked from the baker… but he asked for cinnamon rolls for her? “Boruto…” 

His ears dropped and his tail stopped wagging abruptly upon seeing her forlorn expression. “W-what? Don’t you like cinnamon rolls?” He grimaced and whined. “I knew I should have asked for the strawberry shortcake instead!” 

Sarada brought a hand up to her mouth, an attempt to stop the fit of giggles from overtaking her. He was so silly. 

Boruto sniffed the air, ears perking up and tail slowly wagging. “What’s that smell?” He persisted on his quest to find what the new smell was, making him take tentative steps closer to Sarada. His nose poked at her hand, breath tickling her skin. “It’s coming from you.” Big blue eyes flicked to meet her dark ones. “What did you touch?” 

“N-nothing!” Her cheeks flooded with heat and she averted her gaze, hands flying to her back pocket, holding on to the pouch of sweets. The pouch suddenly felt ten times heavier. She never could hide anything from him. Darn him and his sharp werewolf senses! 

“You’re lying to me,” he deadpanned. “I can hear your heart beating faster.” 

Sarada released a short shout of frustration, face turning a deeper shade of red. “Ugh, fine!” She shoved the pouch into his hands. “H-Here! Just take it!” 

The young werewolf held on to the pouch, eyes wide and inquisitive. First, he held it up to look at it and then brought it closer to his face to smell. His tail started wagging, slowly at first, and then the speed picked up when he asked, “Did you make this for me? It smells good.” 

Her arms crossed across her chest, nose up in the air. “I did.” Although she wanted to appear proud, her heart was racing and the pink tint on her cheeks refused to leave. “Happy birthday.” 

A big, bright grin spread on Boruto’s face, whiskers curling and eyes forming half crescents. “Thank you, Sarada.” 

Although she was looking to the side, she peeked at him, watching as he unraveled the light pink ribbon and wound it around his wrist before sticking his index finger and thumb into the pouch. He pulled out a small piece and looked at it as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world. “What is it?” 

Chocolate was a rare commodity, but Sarada was also astounded he didn’t recognize the scent. Or perhaps, she didn’t cook it right and that’s why he didn’t know what it was. “It’s chocolate.” 

“Chocolate?” Boruto’s ears perked up. “I’ve seen and heard about it but I’ve never had it before.” 

“What?” Sarada blinked. “Why not?” 

“Yeah,” Boruto sat down on the grass and crossed his legs in front of him, still inspecting the little piece of chocolate and giving it a tentative lick. Instantly, his blue eyes went wide and a grin spread on his face. “It’s good!” Boruto flicked the entire piece into his mouth. And then another, and another, soon, he was emptying the pouch into his mouth, cheeks puffy and his eyes bright with delight. 

Sarada’s mouth twisted. “Y-you’re not supposed to eat it all in one go…” her father only ever had a piece every so often and would take a few days to finish it. Even if Sarada didn’t need food to survive, she liked taking little bits of sweets every now and then. 

“But it’s so good!” What he said was barely recognizable, as he was still chewing. Finally, he swallowed and his tongue licked around his lips, capturing every little bit left. “That was delicious, Sarada. Thank you!” He beamed. “I don’t understand why dad never let me have any. Or… anyone in the pack for that matter. We’re all missing out.” 

Sarada tipped her head to the side and walked over to sit on the grass next to him. “What do you mean your dad never gave you any?” That sounded awfully weird… and mean. Chocolates were good and Naruto seemed like the type of dad who wouldn’t hold back giving Boruto all the good things he could get his hands on. 

“I don’t know… he just never really did. Said something about it’s not good for me and like, he also doesn’t eat it, ya know?” Boruto shrugged. “But that was my first taste and you made it. It makes it even more special. Definitely the best gift I got, ya know?” 

Her lips parted and dark eyes went wide. “Best… gift?” 

“Yeah!” Boruto grinned brightly. “Thank you.” 

Sarada was feeling so happy that she didn’t mind when Boruto tightly wrapped his arms around her and peppered her face with kisses, and then, he was licking her. She laughed, asking him to stop but he kept on licking her face. Gradually, his small pink tongue felt rougher and a little wider. Boruto pushed her down on the ground and morphed into a wolf before her eyes. 

She giggled seeing him morph. It didn’t matter how many times she saw it, it still amazed her every single time. Sarada rested her hands on his warm muzzle, and Boruto settled for languidly licking her face and plopping down on the ground to nuzzle her. He sighed and a small content whimper escaped his throat. Sarada petted his head, and stroked down until his neck, her hand disappearing into his thick coat. 

‘Come on, Sarada!’ he gushed. ‘Come look at my other gifts, look at it!’ 

Although she heard him loud and clear in her mind, the large wolf was whining and barking in excitement, pushing his bum up in the air and wagging his tail furiously. 

“I don’t know if you want me to look at these gifts or play tag.” She laughed. 

‘Both! Yeah, both!’

“Whatever you want.” Sarada grinned and leaned her forehead on his. “It is your birthday, after all.” 

The two of them huddled over by the wagon, Sarada picking at the half-opened boxes and looking through Boruto’s presents, briefly wondering how heartwarming it would be to receive gifts from people on her birthday. She’s already had a few decades on her, and the only people who ever gave her gifts were her parents. To be fair, her family had been traveling and she barely made any friends. Unlike Boruto, who had lived in this town and grew up with people and a pack. He was always surrounded by others, unlike her. 

“Do you like them?” Boruto grinned, peeking over her shoulder. He turned back into a human, although his wolf ears remained on his head. 

“Me?” Sarada asked, looking back at him, faces mere inches apart. “W-Why me? They’re yours.” 

“They gave it to me, but I’m sharing it with you,” he shrugged. “That means they’re ours now.” 

“Why…” she gaped. “Why would you share it with me?” Boruto had never been stingy with sharing his belongings with her, but for him to tell her that they were as good as hers… it made her heart skip a beat. 

“Because what’s mine is yours,” he grinned.

Her cheeks flooded with heat. “Boruto…” 

Gruuuumble

Sarada blinked. “What was that?” 

Boruto looked down at his bare stomach with a puzzled look on his face. “Ummm….” 

Gruuuuumble

He gasped and held on to his stomach, suddenly feeling sick. “Oof. That hurts,” he winced and fell on the ground, rolling on his side, and getting into a fetal position. Boruto groaned and shuddered when a wave of pain hit him, tummy making more weird sounds, reverberating throughout his body. “I think I’m gonna be sick.” 

Sarada covered her mouth, scared and not knowing what to do. She had never seen Boruto get sick before, much less this in pain. “I-I’ll go get help!” 

.

.

.

Naruto carried Boruto to bed and chided him. “I told you to stay away from chocolates, Boruto. They’re poisonous for us, ya know?” 

Boruto groaned and held on to his tummy, face more green rather than its usual beautiful tan color. “You never told me!” 

Sakura placed a wet towel over his head and placed a concoction of herbs next to him. “And you ate the entire thing,” she giggled. “Who knew chocolates could make a werewolf fall on his knees.” 

Naruto chuckled and scratched the back of his head. “Kinda lame, I know. But it’s why the whole pack and I genuinely stay away. It won’t necessarily kill us but it does make us sick for a few days depending on how much we ate.” 

Sarada sat on the side of his bed, eyes downcast. It was her fault that Boruto got sick. It was her handmade chocolates that made him sick! 

“But it was so good,” Boruto mumbled and looked at Sarada, forcing a weak smile on his face. 

“I’m sorry…” she whispered. 

“At least now you know, darling.” Sakura stroked her hair and looked at Boruto. “I’ll come in to check on you a little later.” 

“Thanks, auntie Sakura,” Boruto muttered. 

Naruto showed her the way out, leaving the two in the room. 

“I’m sorry,” Sarada repeated again. 

“Don’t be sorry,” Boruto placed his hand on hers. “It was really good, and I loved my gift.” 

“But you’re sick!” Sarada screeched. “And on your birthday! This is all my fault.” 

“Hey,” Boruto looked at her pointedly. “I ate it all in one go, and you didn’t know. Besides, you made it for me. This is worth it.” He patted his stomach and smiled at her. “I’ll get better faster if you stay here and nurse me back to health, ya know?”

Sarada puffed her cheeks and averted her gaze. “Fine. It is your birthday after all.” 

Boruto made room for her to sit next to him in bed. “Read me something?” 

“Okay,” Sarada smiled and picked up the first book on his bedside table. She settled herself under the covers with him, immediately feeling so much warmer. She opened up the book and cleared her throat before she started reading aloud. 

Things might not have worked out exactly as she planned, but they got to spend more time together, and that’s all Boruto wanted for his birthday. 

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[whalesforhands]

the swimsuit dilemma

summary: you’re reminded that swimsuits are back in season after seeing a certain someone on gojo satoru’s lockscreen. (star plasma vessel era)

“Waka Inoue.”

You blink at his phone as it hovers in front of the you, the glowing screen of a gravure model in an all-too revealing bikini that left little to the imagination floating in front of you.

“Oh? Satoru, you changed it?” Suguru’s directly behind you, leaning over the back of the sofa and your seated self to get a good look, the scent of lavender incense with a hint of strawberry weighing heavy on your nose from his closeness.

“Yeah, yeah! Whaddya guys think?” The cellular device waves around lightly, a grin growing on the white-haired boy’s face as he watches your expression, eyes blank as you focus in on her.

“She looks nice, I suppose.” Not his type though. Geto’s response is curt, his eyes much more interested in watching your reaction, the slow tapping of his fingers against the plush material of the seat as they await your opinion.

Would you be jealous? Or would you be so adorably embarrassed, hiding your face away?

“Mmm…” Your eyes are slowly losing their focus as your brain churns, still fully fixated on the picture in front of you. “…do you guys think that style would suit me?”

(Now that’s one unexpected reaction.)

Two pairs of eyes nearly bulge out of their heads, a choke going unheard as your lax expression remains, a tapping of your finger against your chin as you tilted your head to the side in focused thought.

“Shoko mentioned that it was about time I bought a new swimsuit—“ You sigh. “But everything I’ve shown her ends with a rejection…” You slump onto the couch, slightly agitated with your precious Shoko’s resistance to your choices.

“Not cute enough.”

“Choose something else.”

“…are you serious?”

You’re sighing again at the memory of her dissatisfaction with you, at her crossed arms and furrowed brows, a small pout forming on your face as you let the thought simmer on. Inoue Waka must be a model of sorts, you gather. So her clothing must be acceptable by Shoko’s standards, right?

“Inoue-san looks fashionable… Are they expensive? How much allowance would one be…?” Your mumbling doesn’t go unheard as two jaws start to unhinge, red splashing all over their cheeks as you suddenly snapped out of your daze, a thought occurring to you, as a cute smile of realization on your face forms. “Oh, Satoru! Could you show me more—“

The phone is immediately slammed shut. “No.” A smile, no; something akin to an even brighter grin is upon the pretty face of your white-haired friend.

“Eh?” Your head tilts to meet dark, sunglasses clad eyes that rejected you all too soon. “…would it not suit me after all?” There’s an awkward scratching of your cheek as you let out a dry laugh to ease the odd tension in the air.

“No.” Gojo Satoru does not stutter. “It’d suit ya well.” A glimmer of his perfect teeth. “You’d wear it?” Excited blue eyes appear in your view as you simmer in more confusion.

“Well… Yeah. I suppose I would?” Your smile returns as you try to decipher his words.

(Did you just leave yourself open to more teasing…?)

“That’s cute.” A pat to your head that messes with your hair. “But you can’t wear it out,” His smile is too tensed, his face a little too close as he leans in, his breath nearly fanning your lips had you not shifted back slightly. “Okay?”

“Okay…?”

(Would it look bad on you after all? You’re sighing again as you see him pull away from you, a proud smirk upon his face.)

There’s a shadow cast over Suguru’s eyes when you confusedly lean back, looking up to face him when you feel his larger palm rest upon your shoulder.

“…why don’t you allow us to pick one for you? I’m sure Shoko wouldn’t disapprove of our choices.” His expression is quick to shift, to reveal an all too tense smile, teetering just between the line of mischief and his usual genteel, his chest against the back of your head as his arms settle on both sides of your head, his long fingers mindlessly playing with your hair as you feel Satoru’s head loll and rest on your shoulder in pure boredom.

Hmm… Maybe you should…?

(…or are you just feeling too comfortable right now that you’ll agree to anything they say?)

“We have finished packing our luggage.” Kuroi’s voice rings out as you hear the creaking of the door and the rolling of a few luggages. Her footsteps are quiet against the carpeted floor as your ears pick up on another set of feet tottering in, braided hair swaying as her uniform skirt flutters with her movement.

“We’re ready for the flight to Okinawa!”

(“Riko, please do not yell. We will disturb the neighbors.”

“Oh. Sorry, Kuroi…”)

——

“Hey.” Riko is leaning in towards you, whispered words and close proximity as you sat beside her on the plane. “What was that about swimsuits?” Her eyes gleam with a hunger to know, to get in on the action whilst her other escorts were far too busy intimidating the other passengers.

You giggle lightly in embarrassment, your cheeks feeling a little hot. “Oh— You heard?”

“Duh.” A smile of pure, unadulterated pride sits upon her smug face. “As the vessel who will become one with the almighty Tengen-sama, of course such matters do not escape my mighty ears!”

(She sounds kind of impudent, you’re not gonna lie.)

You’ll humor her. “Oh, it’s such a trivial matter, great vessel!~” You sing out your praises. “It was just—“ You take a pause for the dramatic effect as you see her cross her arms, nodding at your choice of dramatics.

“Letting them pick my swimsuit for me.” It does sound more embarrassing now that you’re saying this out loud.

“Wha— Don’t let them pick for you!” She’s quick to break character, grabbing onto your hands with a look of stout determination in her eyes.

“I’m much better suited for the job!”

Notes:

Riko thinks she’s much suited for it due to her yearning to experience the true ‘school girl’ experience! And that includes shopping for clothes.

You did this to yourself. Gojo went online to go find and order the exact same swimsuit on his lockscreen. He thinks it’s ready to be replaced soon too, if you get what I mean.

Geto is upset Riko managed to goad you into picking her as your swimsuit stylist. What kind of future husband is he if doesn’t pick out your clothes with you…?

Whilst in the clothing store, there was quite a battle between the dynamic duo and Riko.

“What do you mean this colour isn’t suitable?!” Gojo is quite frankly offended as he held up the skimpy blue two-piece.

“It looks cheap and nasty, just like your bug eyes!” Riko is sticking out her tongue at him as she hides behind you, grasping onto your shoulders and using you as a shield.

“Come now Riko, you shouldn’t be saying that to your poor security escorts. We’re working very hard, you know?” Geto is quick to jump in, a deep royal purple one piece with a deep-V in the front in his hands, as he appears directly behind the both of you. Riko jumps in surprise, quickly turning around with her arms up defensively.

“Bugger off, you weird, conman-looking delinquent! Your tastes are just as bad!”

He feels a vein pop.

It seems that only you and Kuroi are of sane mind.

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nvy’s aftertalk:

HAH u THOUGHT i was gonna do my animal ears special but YOU THOUGHT WRONG WAHAHAHAHA

[whalesforhands]

the first-years of jujutsu high! (satosugu x reader)

warnings: yuuji just doesn’t understand how relationship dynamics work, fluff, mistaken cheating, teacher! geto and gojo (+haibara)

Itadori Yuuji thinks that he fares quite well with his classmates despite being the new kid within the Jujutsu High campus. He thinks himself someone easy to get along with; and quite the sociable person.

But what does he think of his own classmates?

He thinks Nanako treats him quite well. Boisterous, loud, girly and quite the chatty trend follower. Someone that Kugisaki had clicked with almost immediately.

“That’s what you call style? You gotta be kidding me, Yuu-kun.” Her eyes squint as she stands next to Nobara, the train doors closing behind him as he faces equally unimpressed gazes, their arms crossed over their chests as matching charms on their bags jingle with every movement. “No wonder Nobara-chan thinks you need to go shopping.” He feels arms hook around one of his as he’s dragged forth; the glittering of the streetwear shops suddenly all too much. “Let’s get you that city-boy charm!”

“What’s wrong with the way I dress?!”

He thinks her twin is a little… Odd. Unsettling, a little scary, quiet… But nice. Almost similar to Fushiguro.

“Itadori Yuuji! I hope to get along with you!” A bright grin and polite hand stuck out for a handshake! The shine of his smile and the friendly demeanour of a highschool boy!

He watches as she squeezes the stitch-filled plush closer to her body, stroking its head as blank brown eyes look him up and down, a slightly ominous aura emanating off of her as he feels a certain chill up his spine.

(That’s just the wind… Right? It’s uncharacteristically chilly in here all of a sudden…)

“I… See.” She finally takes his hand as the head of her doll lolls perfectly to the side to meet his surreptitious gaze, causing him to gulp nervously as he feels tingles spidering up his back.. “I’m pleased to make your acquaintance…”

Of course, he loves the teachers here! Someone would’ve have needed the coldest, most treacherous of hearts to hate them!

“Haibara-sensei, you’re so cool!” Excited rambling as he laid on the ground, bruises littering his body and watching with glittering eyes as said teacher grins victoriously down at him. “I thought I had you cornered when I was about to kick, but then you grabbed my leg and it went WHOOSH! BAAAAM!”

“Ahaha! Well, train up and eat rice daily! And soon you’ll be just as strong, Itadori-kun!” A resounding laughter from his chest as hands are placed upon his hips, turning his body to face the rest of the groaning first-years. “Lesson 3! Expect the unexpected, even when you think you have the upperhand!”

“Fuck! There’s a crack in my nail…!”

“Take the nail repair kit in my room later, Nobara-chan…” Nanako is absolutely exhausted with her back against an equally fatigued Mimiko groaning in pain. “I can’t believe he took all of us on when we surprised him like that…” A shiver up her spine at the memory of getting humbled so quick…

“Shut up, all of you…” Megumi fares no better as he grits his teeth, hands on his knees as he finally gets back on his feet. “As if a beat-down isn’t bad enough already…”

“Don’t be so rude, Gumi…” Mimiko’s pained moans reach the annoyed boy’s ears as he waves her off.

“I still can’t believe Fushiguro lets you call him Gumi.”

“There, there kids! Enough complaining, time to get yourselves over to Nanami-sensei’s class!”

Itadori Yuuji thinks that his teachers are wonderful people, the best around. But— Something has been weighing heavy on his mind, a trouble that he has issues coming to terms with. He can’t tell Fushiguro, can he? He can’t tell the twins— Or even Kugisaki. A secret that twinges and shrouds him in panic and worry.

“Hmm? Yuuji-kun, you don’t seem to be eating much today.” The happy tilt of your head, the innocent smile on your face as you greet the first-year in the cafeteria.

“Guh!” He nearly chokes on his food in fear when he hears your voice, his heart rate shooting up as his palms clam, fear and guilt flashing in his eyes as he starts to cough.

He feels you start patting his back vigorously with surprising strength. “Yuuji? Yuuji?! Are you okay?!”

How does he tell you, his lovely teacher— That he saw your husband cheating on you with the Geto Suguru?!

“Ehhh? No kaifuku mochi?” There’s a pout on his face, the blindfold sliding down to stare at the man.

He’s never seen Gojo-sensei so… Needy with someone else other than you before.

“I’m sorry, Satoru. They were all out at the store.”An apologetic kiss is planted on Gojo’s cheek to soften the pout on his face. “I’ll get it next time, okay? My spoiled prince.”

“Hmph! I want another kiss to make up for it.”

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no oh no…

He’s seen it before, the matching rings you and Gojo-sensei donned— Shiny circles that glinted every so often when catching against the light. Ah— And with how often the man likes to drop by the class to pick you up. What a lovely gentleman, as expected of someone deserving of you… Had it not been for his serious adultery?!

Oh, how this guilt eats him up every time you smile at him…

——

It all comes crashing down one day. Days of pulling at his hair, pounding at his own chest and nervous biting of his nails all finally comes to an end.

“Itadori.” The classroom is dark, left only with the two as tree branches tap against the windows.

He’s never heard Nobara so serious before, her elbows on her desk and her hands placed together as her eyes glint dangerously, fingers tapping against each other.

“(name)-sensei… Is being two-timed.” She clenches her fists, irate anger coursing through her. Just how dare that slimy, sneaky man cheat on you? Just where did he get that audacity from?!

“Woah, Kugisaki, you noticed too?!” He thought he was doomed, cursed with this knowledge to bear upon his shoulders forever, hands slamming down onto her desk and hopeful eyes finally happy to see a like-minded individual!

“That’s right. And I can’t stand it anymore…”

A knowing look is exchanged between the two as the air tenses, a nod exchanged between them as their throats tightened, finally unveilingtheir cards.

“Gojo-sensei is cheating on her!”

“Geto-sensei is a cheat!”

Silence.

…

…eh?

“WHAT?! HAVE YOU NOT SEEN THE RING MATCHING WITH GETO-SENSEI’S NECKLACE?”

“HUH?! THAT RING IS MATCHING WITH THE ONE ON GOJO-SENSEI’S FINGER!”

“HAH? GET SERIOUS ALREADY!” Furious irritation as her eye twitches, flashing her teeth at him. “NO WAY THAT OLD MAN CAN GET SOMEONE LIKE (NAME)-SENSEI!”

“GOJO-SENSEI IS HANDSOME AND RICH! HE BUYS US SUSHI ALL TIME!”

“What does sushi have to do with—?!”

The door is slid open. Mimiko.

“…why are you both yelling?”

——

“You shouldn’t be carrying all those papers yourself.” The weight is immediately lifted off of your arms before you can blink, your senses picking up on a familiar; darker energy.

“Suguru, welcome back.” Your head tilts up to face him, the stack of papers being held in one of his arms as his hand is freed to go up to your cheek.

A thumb slowly grazes over your skin as you smile, happy to see your husband back after one of his missions.

“Hmm,” You watch him as his eyes smile down at you, mischief in the quirked up corners of his lips. “Is that all I’m getting?” He was honestly hoping for more. “I risked my life out there, you know?”

“Of course not.” How overdramatic. There’s the slight tiptoe of your feet, and a quick peck to his jaw before you pull away.

“Oooh, exchanging PDA on school grounds? Scandalous!” A burst of cursed energy invades your senses, blinding hot and white.

You feel long arms settle around both you and the long-haired man, pulling you both closer together towards another, sneaky hand settling themselves on your lower back.

“Hello, darlings! Dinner is still on tonight, by the way! At that restaurant Nanako wanted to go to.”

You hear a sigh.

“Isn’t there a need for you to report using your powers on school grounds, Satoru?” A quirk of his brow as he simply lets it happen, feeling the man play and twirl with a strand of his long hair.

“I hope you don’t get in trouble for doing that…” A pat to your head as you hear a scoff.

“Pfft— Me? In trouble? What are they gonna do? Put me in Satoru jail? Anyway—“ You see his lips pucker up as they lean in towards the both of you, with index fingers pointing at the corner of his lips with a rather cute grin on his face.

“My ‘see-you-later Satoru kiss’, please! I got a meeting with Yaga and needa top up on some energy!”

From behind a wall, three faces peek on.

“See?” Mimiko’s stare is deadpan as she watches the jaw of one of her classmates drop impossibly further to the ground as the other just stares confusedly.

“N-no way! Are you sure she isn’t being hypnotized?! Held hostage?!”

“Please do not speak of Geto-sensei that way. The other one, however—“

“Eh? So (name)-sensei, Geto-sensei and Gojo-sensei are all… Together?”

“For the last time, Yuuji-kun… Yes.”

“Uhh… Eh? Sorry, Mimiko— Could you explain it one more time?”

Sigh.

KOFI bonus scenes!

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