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how to tame your boyfriend

content: bf!gojo, mentioned of sex and sexual stuffs, 16+, fluff, drabble, does not contain any smut, i think gojo's like this can't blame me

wanna know how to tame your annoying (and horny) boyfriend when your flight is delayed?

that's very easy. just buy him some lego and he would go on instant mute.

"i can't believe you really bought satoru—a full 27 years old ass man—a set of legos?" your friend from the other line, shoko, wheeze and at the same time confused for your action to tame your boyfriend.

sighing hardly while massaging your temple, you answered. "i had to, sho. he won't stop bothering me to have a quickie since our flight was delayed and he was bored."

your flight overseas was delayed for three hours because of some maintenance needed to be checked in the aircraft. now, satoru thought it is a good idea to spend those three hours having a passionate fornication.

of course you immediately dislike the idea even though you are tempted too. you value your morals, ethics, and dignity. unlike your boyfriend, he has no shame and would even proudly tell some random people that you are his by some marks solely created.

"could've played with his phone but seriously, why lego?" shoko was still laughing, now that you opened your camera and showed her your boyfriend who's literally sitting on the airport floor with bricks of lego on his hands.

satoru looked so focused and unbothered, which is an extremely good thing—like he couldn't stop whispers in your ears, whining about how needy he is right now and how badly he wanted you. but now he's occupied, it is the greatest relief for you.

"first, his phone is dead and was tempt to buy a new fucking phone just because he said charging using a power bank takes a lot of time. had to smack the shit outta him and force him to get out of the apple store."

yep, the idiot forgot to charge his phone before you left for the airport. now his phone is dead, the desire to buy a new one instead of waiting for his phone to be charged in a powerbank is crazy. although, money is not a problem for the head of the gojo clan—he got figures that cost more, more, more than your annual salary.

"second, lego made him focused and entertained on building it, not for having scandalous sex with me. i feel like he's being my child than being my boyfriend at this moment." you joked, lowering your voice so your big baby wouldn't hear you.

"you said it yourself that satoru is a full package." shoko rolled her eyes, but she's not wrong tho. satoru is everything, he could easily afford things and could even make some things impossible to possible.

"touché."

shoko let out a laugh. "anyway, gotta go now. got a client in an hour so bye my boo, mwa!" sending also a virtual flying kiss to your platonic friend, you both bid a farewell to with sweet smile on your faces.

as you ended the call, you turned your attention to your boyfriend who's now almost done on his lego that he's been occupying himself for like an hour now.

you made to take some photo of him and post it on your close friends in instagram because this scene of your boyfriend is literally a wholesome and definitely iconic. satoru glanced at you when he heard you giggle at some adorable shots of your boyfriend.

"what are you laughing at?" your boyfriend glanced up to you, confused and warily.

you shook your head, holding your laughter to not raise any suspicion. "nothing babe, just focus on fishing your lego instead of other things."

satoru showed you the figure "oh but i'm finished and we still have like an hour before our flight…" he paused. your mouth hangs wide, questioning about how the hell he builds almost five hundred tiny pieces in just an hour?! truly your boyfriend was really something but this is wild.

"how did you—"

"can we have a quickie now?" satoru smiles sheepishly.

your face turns more sour at his shameless request. although you understand that satoru is a man in need, but his neediness sometimes is really out of place and it took a lot of effort just to stop him from doing so.

"no, satoru. instead, we're going to have a quickie stop at the lego shop to buy you some more entertainment."

your boyfriend pouted at your answer like a hurdled puppy. "but i'm enjoying it more when i'm inside you."

that completely took you off guard.

"... tempting but no."

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satoru's little contentment

content: husband!gojo, reader has a son with him along with megs and miki, the beef between megs and toru is real you can't argue with me, teeth-rotten ig?, i'm having a baby fever for a while now huhu, blaming my gf cuz she keeps on showing me baby vids on tiktok—now i want one... not proofread, too lazy, maybe later lmaoaoa

nothing makes gojo satoru content other than seeing his own family here with him.

like at this moment, his family were just hanging around in the gojo estate garden where it used to be boring but now there's a life into it after marrying you. and you, who has a deep love for gardening stuff, you decided to give the house a makeover.

"these are the water lilies that mama planted when she was pregnant with you." with your son in your embrace, you pointed the different types of plants you personally plant.

satsuri was amazed by the colorful plants while you watched the carbon copy of your husband's blue eyes glisten in awe. your heart melts when you see your son tries to communicate with you with his babbles and hand gestures.

planting a kiss on his fluffy cheeks, you couldn't help but to let out a laugh on how adorable your son is. "ooh. i can't wait for the two of us to plant together! we could fill this whole estate with plants and even flowers!" you squeal.

your son tries to wiggle himself free as he would like to be down for a moment and play with nature, or should you say.

satsuri ran around while satoru, who was casually sitting under the tree, watched his loving wife and his adorable son grab some stones using his small tiny hands and give them to his mother, seemingly asking if he could eat them.

"baby, we cannot eat those." your giggly voice echoes in his ears pleasingly. your baby sensed something that was against his will as his lips formed into a pout and was about to cry when you immediately picked him up to console your poor baby.

"these are rocks." you grabbed the stone on his hand, gently tapping his skin using it. "see? these are hard and sharp too. one stone could hurt you, it could hurt you more if you eat it." you tried to explain it to your son well. sadly, he still didn't buy it.

satsuri let out a wail, tears are also now streaming alongside his face. being a protective mom you are, you immediately console your son while walking towards your husband to also ask for some assistance.

"oh no, my little tough guy is crying. did mama fight you? don't worry, your amazing dad will avenge you." satoru takes his son into his hold, cradling him while giving you a meaningful look.

"hush your trap, why would i even fight my own baby?" you snarl at your husband who was just laughing at your expression. satoru knows you hate it when you're making your child cry. although it is something that you should get used to in order for your child to grow morally, not spoiled.

satoru then looked down at satsuri who was now calm after being cradled in his father's embrace. everytime he would look into his son, he would always say in his mind that they were right — you were right, satsuri is really a carbon copy of him.

the only feature that his son inherited from you is a streak portion of your hair color on the side of satsuri's hair. then the rest, it resembles him.

on the contrary, satoru wished satsuri wouldn't inherit his ignorant, nuisance, troublemaker, and hard headed personality when he was way back younger. the man specifically doesn't want his son to experience the things he does inside the jujutsu world.

basically, all he could have wished and asked for is that satsuri must have inherited your soft, kind, and loving personality. those every trait of yours that made him fall in love with you. and now, that got him staring at his son for too long, hoping that satsuri would grow just like you.

hell, if he could only forbid his son to avoid being a sorcerer, then he would! but he knows in the end that satsuri would be the one who will decide his faith.

"oh, it's three in the afternoon. it's my turn to pick up gumi and miki." suddenly, you wake him up from his daydreaming session. with a hump, you stand up along with satoru.

"let's pick them up together. it would be nice to see satsuri pick up his siblings too." satoru suggested and you liked the idea. without any further, you two head to your car and drive away. you are the driver right now, of course.

"mom!"

as soon as you exit the car, you see tsumiki waving and smiling at you as you watch her skip her way towards you with megumi trailing behind her.

you kneel down to greet them in your arms. "hi, my babies! how's school?" you asked them, still giving the two your big warm hugs.

"it was fine. my friends and i gossip a lot during our break time and i can't wait to share it with you." you are tsumiki's number two gossip buddy (satoru is the first one, definitely) since both of you are female. most likely, there were times where only the two of you would understand since it's a girls thing.

"how about you, gumi?"

"just a normal one." your other baby boy answered, megumi is still wrapping his arms around your body as you sensed the fatigue in his voice.

"come on, let's head back to the car." you're about to stand up but megumi still refuses to let go. smiling to yourself, you know what he wants so you picked him up and carried him in your arms.

immediately, megumi planted his face on the crook of your neck while tsumiki volunteered to carry his bag — what a sweet girl.

"my sweet gumi must be very tired. do you want me to set up a futon in the backseat?" you cooed.

"yes please." megumi snuggles like a kitten in your embrace, making you smile and giggles at his cute tactics.

tsumiki giggles too at his brother's behavior. both of you know megumi was more fond of you among all. ever since satoru bought them home, megumi finds himself getting more attached to you and sees you as his mother figure.

the three of you proceed to the car. as tsumiki opened the door, she was greeted by a man and baby's voice who seemed to be laughing.

"tsuri! you're here!" tsumiki's face instantly grew brighter at the sight of her little brother. while megumi, his head instantly shot up from your shoulder at the sound of his other brother's name mentioned.

"hello satsuri." despite the sleepiness in his voice, there's still a hint of excitement in his voice.

"hey! i was here too!" the other baby — i mean, satoru pouted when his two children didn't even bother to greet him the way they greet satsuri.

megumi instantly snarls at satoru while tsumiki was kind enough to greet him with the same energy. your husband raises his eyebrows when he realizes that megumi was literally clinging on to you, again.

satoru doesn't have a problem with that, but there's a time when megumi would literally steal your attention away from him when it's just both of you. he just feels that megumi was doing it on purpose. behind his back, he knew megumi would smirk at him or even stick his tongue in his face.

"megs, i'm going to bring you down for a moment. i'll just set up the futon for you and tsumiki." when you get approval from your son, you bring him down and start to do your thing with the help of your husband, of course

you saw your three children playing with each other near the car. you told them not to go far away or they'll get into an accident.

"say, i'm not really in the mood to cook. should we take the kids outside for dinner?" you suggest as you flatten out the sheets of the futon. while satoru was busy double checking the safety of the bed.

"sure, it would be nice too since you've done a lot for us everyday. rest is also very important too, hm? don't forget that, my little wifey." you rolled your eyes but still smiled at his cheesy tease, but you knew satoru was just concerned for you, especially.

"okay, let's go home. it's still early and the kids need to do their assignments." you called out for your three kids who are excited to lay down on the set up futon.

your kids instantly find their spot inside as satoru starts the car. it was him driving this time since satsuri wants to be fed from you.

"sweethearts, did you wear the safety belts?" your two babies nodded. whenever you guys would set up the futon, satoru modified the space with safety belts just in case any accidents would happen, the kids would not be harmed.

looking at your children again, you saw megumi was already fast asleep as soon as he lay down. while tsumiki was watching some miraculous ladybug on her ipad. satsuri was unfortunately not with them since he's still a baby and it's very dangerous to let him sit without any supervision of grownups.

"ouch! don't bite too hard on mama, satsuri." you winced when your son bit your nipple a bit harder than the usual sucking, making satoru look at you in worry.

satsuri was now growing his teeth, so it's a double challenge to endure his sucks. thankfully, satoru was there to remind his baby to suck properly even though satsuri could barely register a word.

"satsuri, milkies are supposed to be suck carefully. want me to demonstrate it to you?" your husband is a bastard as he playfully mumbles the last statement, making you glare at him instantly.

"satoru!" if only he's not driving, you would've smacked the hell out of him. satoru just managed to let out a laugh while keeping his eyes on the road.

thank god, megumi was fast asleep and tsumiki was too engaged on her show, while satsuri is still a baby. but that is not an excuse to behave in such a way in front of your children.

"oopsie daisy! i'm so sorry, my wife. didn't mean to be very voluntary." satoru laughed at his own joke. you just snarled at him and just focused on your baby who was getting drowsy at any minute.

the rest of the ride was fine. just satoru humming a pop tune that he heard over the radio, tsumiki is still busy on her show, megumi was snoring lightly, satsuri is now fast asleep too, while you stay as you.

"baby, can we get some cakes? i am craving for some."

"no. you have to wait after dinner." you deadpanned. seems like his sweet tooth is kicking again. it makes you reminisce when you're still pregnant with your youngest. satoru was craving food more than you do and it somehow confused you.

"but baby—"

"the kids would not properly eat their dinner if they proceed to dessert first. you have to wait, satoru."

"okay." the only available choice for satoru is no choice. that's why his pout is longer than usual, good thing you're getting a bit immune to that. but that doesn't mean you're always enduring his puppy eyes.

sooner than later, the whole family was now home. satoru was carrying the sleepy satsuri while you're carrying the sleepy megumi and tsumiki was walking on her while carrying the bags.

satoru refuses to leave his eyes on you as you walk inside the house. he made a comment on how clingy megumi is and you shouldn't be carrying him because the little boy's now growing.

you replied to him that it's fine and you want to carry him while you still can. like he said, megumi was now growing and you want to cherish those moments to its fullest. satoru was softened by your words. but that doesn't mean his concern about you lessened, so he suggests that he would be the one who's going to carry megumi.

however, your middle child refuses to be held by your husband, that's why both of you ain't got no choice again but to let megumi be carried by you.

"you should've just left him sleeping on the pathway." satoru mumbles. you just shoot him a knowing look because another war would break out if megumi found out that satoru talked about him behind his back. thank goodness, megumi was a heavy sleeper.

"you agree with me, right, satsuri? that your older brother should've just sleep outside?" satoru whispers to his son. it was audible to you, so you're not sure if it was intentional for you to hear him say or not.

somehow, it brings a small smile to your lips despite his silliness, you know he didn't mean that at all. stroking megumi's hair just to make sure he's comfy in your embrace, you decided to counter his words.

"and you'll be sleeping outside too if you keep on teaching my son bad behavior and talking crap to my other son too."

part 2?

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you being self-conscious about eating

context: husband!gojo, drabble, argue with the wall or admit that's toru's like this, he's so mmmhhh, got inspired while daydreaming about eating noodles but then regret cuz of the calories huhu, i love y'all and hope you can eat your favorites this xmas :>

you are used to people telling you that you eat too much and always scared of gaining weight—and this wholly affects your self-confidence and your self-consciousness increases whenever you feel down. but now, you have someone that loves seeing you eat, your loving husband—gojo satoru.

whenever the two of you are chatting about you being overwhelmed and conscious about your weight or eating habits, he's the type of a guy that would literally comfort you to eat whenever you're hungry.

"why aren't you eating? is the food bad?" your husband asked you, halting his munchings just to ask you. satoru wears a frown on his face, worried that his cooking isn't aligned to your likings.

"no, no. you know i always love your cooking. it's just…" you sigh, wrapping your arms around your stomach, feeling conscious about your weight recently.

satoru watches you, he already knew what you meant. suddenly, he gently holds your arms to stop you from clenching your stomach. looking at your husband, you saw the softest smile on his handsome face.

"just eat, hmm? i know you're hungry." satoru slightly nudges your plate, encouraging you to eat. he's right, you're hungry but your emotions are eating you more.

sensing that you wouldn't budge, satoru remained patient and understanding towards you. "if you really feel bad, we could exercise together. just don't starve yourself please. that's very unhealthy, baby." he added.

his words somehow brings comfort to you, as usual. smiling slightly to your husband, satoru suddenly stick out his chopstick with a good portion of food in it.

"open your mouth, f'me?" his voice sounded like a mother feeding her child. you let him feed you and his warmth towards you brings your appetite back.

thus, eating with him turns out to be wholesome. not only you got yourself a husband, but you also got yourself a solace.

bonus:

"i love seeing you eat. it was like you're the happiest person in the world whenever you're enjoying your favorites."

"don't be bothered by them, just eat whatever you want to eat. hell! i love watching you doing a mukbang in front of me."

"i'm your number one audience when you eat. say, wanna start a mukbang channel?"

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bad day = bad emotional stability

content: fluff, bf!gojo, +16, he's a bit vulnerable here—in short, kinda like crybaby but who caresss he's literally so bbg, kinda spicy so watch out

"y/n? why aren't you sleeping yet?" a groggy voice interrupts you as your fingers stop typing. you see your boyfriend sitting on your shared bed, rubbing his tired and sleepy eyes.

"i still need to finish my lecture." you answered.

"but you just said that thirty minutes ago," he said with an almost annoyed voice.

"i know, baby. but i promise i'm almost finished, i only need to write three to four paragraphs."

satoru pouted at you. he was getting really needy when he just woke up. when i tell you needy, it's literally and extremely needy!

you saw his face and it made you chuckles. he looks so adorable! with his cheeks puffing, along with his bed hair everywhere. god, you just have been blessed with a clingy boyfriend.

"don't give me that look." you playfully said.

instead of answering, he just turns his back to you and covers himself with a blanket. that's a sign that he's going to give you a cold shoulder. he's gonna ignore you, unless you give him all of your attention. you sigh quietly to yourself before crawling towards him.

satoru felt his side become damp, a warning that his girlfriend was behind him. he could feel the blanket suddenly lifted up. the white haired man gulped — because knowing you — a y/n would always have a trick under her sleeves.

"toru, my baby~" you purred softly into his ear. an amusement grin appeared on your lips as you watched his ears go red.

a brilliant idea also pops into your head. you swipe the hair behind his neck and start to place some small pepper kisses within his sensitive area, his neck. you knew he really loved this kind of intimacy.

you could hear his soft gasp and hidden whimpers escaping from his mouth. smiling in success, you decided to add more tease by letting yourself dig your canines through his skin.

lick, kiss, bite

that same pattern keeps him from drowsiness away. it made his mind become so frazzled that he couldn't contain his overflowing desire anymore.

a full moan finally came out from your boyfriend's mouth. your eyes shot up from the sound that you didn't notice that he finally faced you with a crimson complexity.

"oh? hello, did you enjoy it?" you grin innocently — clearly enjoying his vulnerable state. but satoru paid no attention to your words, rather he just stared at you.

the grin suddenly came to halt as worry appeared to your expression while you furrowed your eyebrows. "hey, are you upset with me?" you asked him softly.

you're getting a prediction that he's upset with you because you promised him that the two of you will cuddle tonight. and yet, you failed to do so because of schoolworks.

"baby?" you called out to him.

the boy sighs quietly. and instead of answering, satoru just planted his face over your chest as he shook his head, indicating that he was not angry or upset with you. a breath of relief exits from your lips, planting a soft kiss on his head as an affection.

"toru, is there something bothering you? can you tell me what it is?" you cup his cheeks gently to make him look over you.

he sighed. "it was nothing."

you both knew it was a lie. the two of you have known each other for almost five years. so this kind of behavior was nothing unfamiliar to you.

satoru has a habit of keeping things all by himself. knowing that he had this kind of mentality that he's the strongest, he shouldn't look weak. that is why you've been very patient and understanding towards him even more. you would always wait for him to open up at you. hell, you often force him to speak.

so without a warning, you carefully lean into his face and place a soft kiss over his lips. since satoru has been so dewy-eyed, you decided to take the lead by inserting your tongue inside him.

a soft and low moan escapes from him as he finally becomes responsive over your kiss. you let yourself smile between the collisions. your boyfriend is a bit shy and soft when it comes to you, that's why you cannot surpass the urge of protecting him too at all cost.

"i love you, toru. you know i'll always be your solace amongst labyrinths."

his breath hitch. and finally, the emotion he's been building up has now collapsed like a house of cards. you watch him break down in front of you. satoru buried his head again deeper on your chest as he weeps.

while you — being a worried and loving girlfriend — you stroke his head while whispering a lot of comforting words to ease his hurt emotional state. your baby has been so strong, and now it is time for him to release all of his unsaid thoughts.

"i'm so fed up with the shitty higher ups." he trailed off. your eyes unknowingly brightens, he's finally opening up to you.

"hmm? did they do or say anything to you again?" you asked with an extra careful voice. because this topic can be sensitive for him, it involves all of his hatred and some of his trauma.

"you could say that… they kept on nagging me about my student's execution. it really irritates me." as he spoke, your hand was still on his head to give him a sense of comfort.

"everytime i would meet up with the higher ups, i felt so powerless to them even though i am labeled as the strongest. they kept on bringing him — bringing you.." he continued. you could feel his fist tight within your shirt he's clinging on.

him? he is talking about geto suguru, right?

"y/n, i hate them so much!" a single angry tear fell from his face, and then followed by another.

you constantly wipe the salty tears from his face. "shh~ i know, baby, i know. but you have to calm yourself first, or else you're gonna have a panic attack — that's even worse."

now your shirt is wet because of his tears, which you don't mind. you're more worried about his state of mind. his mind is hard to dive in. you never know what's going on his fragile mind.

"but you know what, y/n..."

"i am so grateful that i have you. now, i can cope up with everyday scenarios or i can conquer those worst moments because you, alone, gave me much more than that." his words melt your heart. it was not rare for satoru to say these kinds of words to you, but due to his past circumstances, satoru was having a hard time expressing himself at some point.

one, because he, himself, has never received such a genuine love one before and two, because of his playful demure. so it is something new to you. such simple words matter for both of you, for you two represent each other.

"y/n, i love you. i love you so much."

"i love you too, satoru. you are my everything ."

and thus, the two dreams got caught in one dreamcatcher. their loud heartbeats are so vivid that they labeled it as one, one heart for two individual lovers.

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night skincare routine

content: fluff, husband!gojo, he's a thief little mf, minor kissing, umm so i had this thought where gojo's typa boy who eat straight lip moisturizer/flavored serum lmaoaoao

if there's one thing that couples do love the most, especially when you are married to a man like gojo satoru, is that a night skincare routine is a must.

you know, after a long day, you and satoru would be situated in your shared bedroom with lots of trusted brands in your hands. satoru especially loves it when you help him with his skincare.

just you spreading some night cream on his already smooth skin. oh he just loved the way how gentle your fingers were when you slightly massage his face. and his head resting on your lap while you apply some product on his face? hell, satoru could immediately fall asleep like a baby.

your fingers always work like magic, he is obsessed with that.

anyway, it was peaceful, you know, both of you are doing your night skincare routine when…

"satoru, we ran out of chapsticks." while scrambling through the neatly organized drawer, obviously done by you, you called out for your husband who's laying on your shared bed with his favorite facemask on his face.

satoru looks up to you while his hand is occupied with his phone. you took a moment of pause to admire your loving husband. his hair is being pushed back with some cute headband that you two came across while shopping for some stuff.

"oh yeah, i forgot to buy earlier." satoru scratches his chin while smiling sheepishly. "how about the lip serum? you still have those, right?" he asked.

you let out a hesitant chuckle. "now we're talking, the thing is…i think it's missing."

"missing? sweetheart, did you perhaps bring it to your work?" your husband get up as he approached you towards the dressing table where you're currently seated.

satoru took his time and gently removed the facemask on his face since it has been sitting there for a while, also giving his face a little massage to get the extract of the mask sink into his skin before disposing the mask into the trash can.

"i did. but i swear, i put it back in my pouch before going home and now, it's gone!" meanwhile, you fumbled as you looked through your pouch again, and yup, it was indeed missing.

"now that you don't have any lip care products…" your tone drops its enthusiasm. lip products are your best friends, it is one of your favorite things that you would bring inside your casket.

your husband knew how much you love that product, so he volunteered to let you borrow his. "here, you can use my chapstick."

but as you opened the cap, the chapstick was empty. "oops…i think i already used the last portion a while ago." satoru awkwardly trailed off.

"but worry not, darling! i am always willing to share anything with you." he smiled, giving you that kind of smile you already knew so well.

he was planning something. "satoru, don't tell me you—"

satoru grabbed your waist to inch you closer to him. "yes, we're doing the traditional way of moisturizing the lips." his lips pressed against yours, already deepening it into his skilled french kiss that always makes you feel weak.

his lips keep on brushing on your own, imitating the way you apply the lip products on your lips. but seriously, his actions implies more kissing than the actual sharing of chapsticks.

the way his tongue would explore every known piece of your lips is insane. satoru memorizes your taste, inches, and sweet spots by heart. that is his weapon for you.

as his hand crawls on the back of your head, tugging it and pulling it even further to the kiss. satoru also playfully bites your lower lip, sending electric shocks to your body as you surpass a moan.

your husband continues to take the lead by nibbling on your lips. he let out a small whimper when you finally decided to also tug his hair, a thing you absolutely love whenever you do it during a make out session.

he's satoru gojo, your loving husband, and he also has an undying obsession with you.

"there, both of us have lip moisturizer now." satoru playfully licked his lips. finding the taste of strawberry chapstick even better when your lips itself was involved.

you, a blushing mess, pushed him away weakly as you are still trying to recover from the intense kiss. your lips were indeed more smooth than a while ago, it's so plumpy and a little bit bruised.

"oh shut up. you just did that to make out. with me." you halfheartedly glared at your cheeky husband.

"you're half correct about that. i indeed intend to make out with you, but i also want to share my chapstick with you." he playfully winked before wrapping his arms around your body.

"can i have one more kiss?" satoru inched his lips towards yours.

you just gave him a peck, saying it's enough for the moment since you're still not done in your routine and it made satoru pout. he decided to retreat for now since he got a steamy make out for a splendid minute.

"after work tomorrow, let's go to the mall together. we need to buy some supplies, skincare supplies." you reminded him, still your cheeks are flushed.

"and also, i am going to purchase more than we usually do on lip products." you added. actually, you're still upset yet confused about your lost lip serum.

you swore to yourself that you came home with lip serum on your pouch. but how did it disappear? were you being haunted?

the answer is…

"sure, my darling. just pick whatever you like and i'll take care of the money." your husband innocently chuckles before continuing his business he left earlier.

unbeknownst to you, you are correct that you came home with your lip serum on your pouch but you're not haunted. the culprit for this is none other than your one and only husband, gojo satoru.

he planned this whole thing out and sneakily stole your lip serum just for a dumb (i think?) reason. satoru was getting annoyed that there is something other than his lips that is being attached to your lips!

although, he wouldn't admit that to himself and hell! of course not even to you.

satoru did not regret what he did. in fact, he was smiling widely as he watched you gramble about your missing lip product not knowing it was his fault.

guess he'll be wasting money on your lip products since he doesn't plan to stop himself from stealing your future lipsies. but it was hell sure worth it if that means he could kiss you the way he wants and get rid of the thing he hates when you put it to your lips instead of him.

nevertheless, just wait 'till you found out about it, he'll be sleeping outside for some good nights.

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sinner and saint

content: fluff, modern!au gojo, lowkeybf!gojo, this was written like last year so it's kinda forgotten but whatevs, im sure he's that guy who would do crazy things like that

a saint and a sinner. that's how people would call a trope like you two have.

you, y/n l/n, a saint—who grew up in a secluded family who thinks morality, being demure, and growing up like a holy being matters the most.

he, satoru gojo, a sinner—who grew up in a harsh environment but that did not stop him from being himself, a reckless little one, a total opposite of you.

but there was something in him that caught you head over heels. you couldn't even describe him properly on how you fell in love with him because your mind is a mess when his name reaches your brain—in a good way though.

all you can say is that he kissed you one time, and there you knew, and there you have it, love blooms whenever he goes.

meanwhile, from his perspective, it was different. satoru thinks you're way too out of league for him. but that does not halt him, either you, to show your full adoration towards each other. being with you is like a grace from above, he did not pray for it nor manifest it, you just came into his life and he found a reason to continue.

"come on, y/n. it'll not be that bad." a voice whispers from your windowsill. it belongs to your lowkey boyfriend, satoru, who snuck out from their house just to have a late night walk with you.

"hush! are you even aware what time it is?!" you whispered-ly yelled, worried for satoru that he might get caught. knowing that you grew up in a strict slash religious slash mentally draining household. of course, discrimination has no escape in your family.

your lover took a glance at your analog clock by the wall, he glanced up to you with a coy smile, decorating those luscious lips. "it's 11:37 pm, my love. you never told me that you do not know how to read an analog clock." satoru said with full cockiness in his tone.

a glare was sent towards the latter's way as you escalated a sigh at his silliness (you admire him for that). how did you even go in this situation? simple, he was reckless and you love him.

well actually, it all started when he passed you a note during school time. the paper itself looked like a contract more than an invitation, it stated that he was hoping you would join him in a late night walk around your neighborhood's vicinity.

you and your boyfriend live nearby each other. that is why everytime the school ends, you two would always go home together (with matching holding hands, of course). thankfully, the gossipers in your town did not suspect the two of you at all. with extreme carefulness and instinct, the two of you manage to hide your relationship from everybody.

and occasionally, he would steal a kiss from you when it's late and no one was nearby. this always never fails to make your stomach feel like there's a whole sanctuary of butterflies dancing inside.

"i did not even agree with this thing you're saying." back to the present, satoru has been nagging you constantly about this late night walk he's been excited about.

"but you did not disagree, either. So, i guess now that I'm here, you could make up your mind?" satoru planted his hand on his cheeks, looking at you so innocently.

did I mention that he was still literally dangling outside? like his feet were still planted on the roof that he climbed just to be here in your room.

"what if we got caught?" you mumbled, slowly walking back and forth, a habit of yours whenever you feel anxious.

"oh sweetheart, come here." he made you kneel by the window. his warm hands made you feel secure as he cupped your face, looking dead straight in your eyes.

"listen, you know that i would not do anything that will put you in danger, am I right?" you nodded, making satoru smile before planting a small peck right in your nose. "if we ever got caught, which i don't think will be happening in this current situation, i would be fully accountable and i would face the consequences alone."

"don't say that." your eyebrows immediately submerged into a frown.

"say what?"

your fingers reach for his face too, delicately caressing every inch of the face you love. "it's unfair that it would be only you who is at fault. i now want this too. don't taint your name alone with the mistakes we both make." there's a hint of pain and upset in your voice, which did not go unnoticed by your lover.

satoru immediately places a kiss on your forehead to cease the frown forming in your frame. "hey. i'm sorry, okay? i didn't mean to invalidate you. i just want what's best for you." he noticed your tense muscles suddenly came to loose, kind of relieved from what he said to you.

"you're the best for me." you let out your sweetest smile that even ants might get diabetes. you could also see your satoru blushes as his cheeks in your palm suddenly become more warmer and the tip of his ears are visibly red.

"ooh~? someone's blushing?" you teasingly said. the gentleman in front of you chuckles as he takes your fingers and kisses all of your fingertips.

"mmh…i am, indeed." his voice is so sultry that it was your turn to blush—maybe harder than he was earlier.

the couple giggled to each other as they continued to exchange endearing words and sweet little kisses. teenage love is really sweet. for sure when they grow up, this kind of memory would be stamped permanently in their brains.

"this might sound cheesy to you but whatever, i'm just going to say what I want to say."

"alright, but first, why don't you come inside? i'm worried you might get a cold from hanging out there…"

"eh, this is more convenient since you're coming out with me." he just offered you a thumbs up before proceeding to his next speech. you waited for him patiently with a gentle smile decorating your lips.

"as i was saying, whenever you would run your fingers through my hair as we watched the lights of the city go wild, you kept your eyes to me—only to me. at first, it feels wrong but you make it enough just to make it right."

"because i never thought that i would end up with you. a living goddess, a saint, a careful daughter—you're way too opposite of me. but, whenever i see you smile, i...i can see the sparks fly."

"i remember it all, that summer afternoon of July 7th—you held my hand and led me towards the staircase of our classroom building. you whisper my name ever so slowly and softly, and then you say you love me. god! that made me get so captivated by you, everything blooms like a fireworks show."

his blue eyes dived deep inside your own, swimming further as he got lost by your warmth. it held pure praise and adoration for you, and only you. every inch of his body screams that you only own him. That applies the same to you as to satoru.

"so, my love, would you like to go out with me?" your lover lends out his hand, encouraging you to join him into a reckless adventure. with tears slowly formulating in your eyes, you manage to let out a contented laugh—clearly touched by his confesst.

"do I really have to say anything when you literally told me a while ago the reason why you have decided to stay there by the window is that it is more convenient since you're coming out with me?"

satoru blushes slightly. "oh shush! don't make me embarrassed and just say your answer."

your eyes disappeared as you gave her your signature eyed smile, something you would only do when you feel extremely happy.

"whenever there's you, i will always follow you."

"is that a yes?" sometimes, your boyfriend is a big mood killer with his stinky ass jokes that make you want to throw him into the ocean and feed to those little fish who need his nutrients.

"do you not hear what i have said?" your eyes squint over his mischievousness.

"said what?"

this mother—

"okay, i changed my mind. goodnight." without a second thought, you turned your heel away and started to lay down on your bed.

"wait! No, no ,no! my love, i'm just joking—like really! i am just so happy you accepted my offer." you saw satoru struggle to stop you through your peripheral vision, it makes you smile but you remembered that you're annoyed, so you stop yourself.

"hmph! let's just go, we still have class tomorrow." he smiled at your answer before helping you to sneak out through the window.

mumbling some careful words, both of you successfully touch the ground without making any noises. a harsh wind of the night blew within your skins, as you were only wearing a thin fabric of your nightgown.

"here. good thing i bought you some of my extra hoodies." you grin at your boyfriend's caring attitude as he even helps you wear it.

the walk around your subdivision is just perfect and calming. just you and satoru, walking hand in hand, swaying your collided hands occasionally. the moon and the stars above are twinkling, serving as your light along with the light posts near the sidewalk.

"i've always wanted to do this, walking alone with you. i like it that it's just the two of us, i could kiss you anytime i want." you punched his arm weakly and told him to cut it out, but satoru was serious with his words.

"i love you—"

*drip*

"it's raining? damn, i should've checked the weather first." you man mumbles under his breath and was about to pull you to the nearest shelter when you held his hands. stopping, his blue eyes trailed at you with confusion.

"let's just stay here for a while."

"but baby, you might get sick."

"i won't." you let out a laugh as you pull satoru in the middle of the road, inviting him for a waltz. his hands slowly trail on your curves as you wrap your arms around his neck.

two eyesights are swimming to each other's gaze, drowning themselves with love and neverending adoration.

both of your foreheads are leaning to each other, still swaying and hands are clasping. satoru blew a peck on your nose, he could feel the coldness from the rain—but it was just right because of how the distance of your bodies brings warmth to each other.

"y/n, can i kiss you?" satoru's blue eyes bore into your own orbs, filled with extreme love and adoration towards you.

"you don't have to ask me." answering with the same loudness and softness, you smiled at your lover.

gently, satoru adjusted his grip on your waist before slowly capturing your lips with his. the dynamic rhythm of your kiss matches the dampness of the rain, creating a romantic air within your vicinity.

this is perfect. you couldn't ask for more, he couldn't ask for more. once again, teenage love is indeed very sweet when you're with that one memorable person. in this case, you and satoru are that memorable person.

who knew that a sinner and a saint had this fascinating chemistry?

©luvvixu2023

[luvvixu]

dazai x reader (she/her)

🏡🧵 home sweet home pt. 2

series

genre: fluff, domestic au

synopsis: what does it look like to have a normal daily life at dazai's household? just you coming home to your little family after a long and exhaustion work. this is the life you and dazai had been dreaming of.

warning: none

word count: 1.7k

a/n: here is the part two y'all been wanting for!!! i tried my best to make it wholesome without being si redundant as possible hehehe. i goddamn love dazai being a dad he is, chuuuu.

SPEAK NOW (TAYLOR'S VERSION) IS OUT ON JULY 7!! BE SURE TO CHECK IT OUT PLS PLS PLS!!!

song - daylight by taylor swift

this was the moment where you and dazai's child was born...

the sound of your blood curdling screams sends a shiver down his spine as dazai could feel the bones in his hands are going to snap at any moment.

this is the moment the two of you are waiting for. you are going to welcome your bundle of joy in your little family.

you are screaming and crying your eyes out. delivering a new life feels like it was slicing your body in half. the pain was unbearable, especially since this is your first time.

but you had your husband right beside you, holding your hand as he was also taking a step with you towards the new journey of parenthood.

"you're doing good, sweetheart!" dazai made sure to keep you occupied by whispering sweet nothing in your ears.

with a final push, the two of you made it.

dazai couldn't believe his eyes when he first saw his daughter after being cleaned up and now fully dressed with the clothes he especially picked for his sweet little princess.

"hello, mr. dazai. would you like to hold her?" the nurse who carries his daughter said with a smile.

he nodded immediately as his shaky bondage arms reached for his little baby. the nurse carefully instructed him on how to properly hold a baby.

his heart pang against his chest when he first felt the little weight being pressed on his body. dazai couldn't help but to feel the salt tears pooling his eyes.

the nurse congratulates him one last time before going out of the room to give him some privacy with his first born.

dazai shed a tear. "goodness, you looked so tiny." he whispers. the man couldn't bring himself to tear his gaze away from the bundle of joy.

and when dazai's index finger reached for her tiny hand, the baby instantly clutched around him. dazai literally felt his whole body being electrocuted with overflowing happiness as he continued to cry.

his baby looked so adorable in his arms.

a man who was once a suicidal maniac couldn't believe that this is his life now. he had a beautiful and caring wife who accepts him despite his flaws. and now, he had someone to call his own child. these two people are his greatest blessing in life.

a blessing…

dazai cracked up the softest smile he could offer, gazing lovingly at his daughter. "your mother didn't make a wrong choice to name you, emi." he said as he stared at your sleeping figure.

"welcome to the family, emi, our greatest blessing."

as you opened your eyes, you were greeted by the white ceiling. carefully, you move your head to seek for your husband.

and there you saw him, holding the newest family member with a soft smile on his face. you also noticed that his long and slim fingers are playing on her little ones.

a smile broke into your face. this is a view that for sure would be permanent in your memory.

dazai looked into your direction and saw you finally awake. his smiles widen as he gently moves closer to you.

"honey, look! our little emi is here." he excitedly shows you emi who was still sleeping in his arms.

your husband helped you to sit as he also sat beside you, letting you lay your head on his shoulder that gives you better access to your daughter.

"she looks so much like you." dazai whispers while you shake your head at his statement.

"she looked like us, samu. don't just give me the whole credit, you also helped on creating her." you countered, making his chuckles and silently agreeing.

"when i first held her, i could feel myself crying—actually, i was still crying inside. it's just our baby looked so tiny and adorable." he confessed. when you imagine it, you for sure are laughing at how adorable he would look when he's trying not to faint.

"i assume you haven't let go of emi when the nurse gave her to you." you said.

your husband smiled cheekily. "you guessed it right. i just want to carry her all the time."

"wouldn't you get tired, though?"

dazai laughed and planted a kiss on your temple. "nope, our emi-chan is my ball of sunshine that would instantly charge me up whenever i hold her." it was true, dazai could hold her all day and all night. he doesn't care if his arms go stiff, as long as he can feel his little baby, he is complete.

"just look at her hand, sweetheart. it's so tiny!" dazai couldn't help but to squeal a little. it really amazes him how the size difference is evident between them.

you smiled at him as you wander, this view is so wholesome. "samu, where's my phone?" so, you shall take a photo of it as a memory.

"oh here." he handed you the phone.

you position your phone where dazai and emi could see. the love of your life gave his biggest smile, posing on the camera. while emi was just there, sleeping and unaware.

*click!*

you smile to yourself as you make it your wallpaper. dazai peak on your shoulder. "send that pic to me. we need to tell this great news to the agency!"

"no need. they just texted me and said they're on their way." you waved your phone where it shows the conversation you had with yosano.

dazai squinted his eyes when he read the nickname you had for yosano. oh shoot…

"girlfriend?"

"a-ah! before you say anything, i'm not cheating on you." you interrupted him before he could even finish.

"yosano may be hot, but that is just a normal nickname for a girl best friend. she also set my nickname on her phone as my boo!" you continued to justify yourself.

"i know, no need to be so defensive. besides, i'm not even mad." dazai just shrugged it off, making you breathe in relief.

"let me carry emi too." you change the topic to your daughter, who still doesn't care and is unaware for she was just born a while ago. as you were about to hold your daughter, the door of the room opened.

"y/n-chan!" it was ranpo who literally flew towards the bed with kunikuda, kyouka, and atsushi following behind him.

"quiet down your voice, ranpo-san. there is a baby sleeping." kunikida scolded his senpai, but ranpo was far too excited to care. your eyes met with his, and kunikida just offered you a nod in acknowledgement, which you replied with a smile.

"congratulations, y/n."

"thank you, kunikida."

"ouch! aren't you also going to congratulate me, kunikida-kun~?"

"no."

kyouka and atsushi handed dazai a basket full of fruits and chocolates as a gift for your labor. they also squeal at the sight of your baby.

"the baby really resembles the two of you, dazai-san."

"i know, right?! our emi is going to be the bestest baby of all. atsushi-kun, let's make a bet if emi would had a dimple or not!"

"will she also work in the agency someday, ms. y/n?"

"that's up for her if she wants to, kyouka-chan."

while ranpo, he is the third baby in this room. one is emi, two is dazai, and three is him. this is going to be too much to handle. ranpo jumps in the bed to get closer with your daughter who's finally now in your chest.

"can i carry her?! can i?! can i?!"

"i thought you think babies are annoying?"

"a detective can make exceptions, dazai-kun."

"that's right, emi should be an exemption."

"ooh~! look at you, emi. you're so tiny like a bean! now i know why you named her that, y/n-chan."

"of course you knew. you saw me looking through the baby names."

everyone gathered around to see your baby who was nestling on her mama, but you noticed some people are missing.

"where are the others?" you asked them.

"kenji-kun, naomi-chan and tanizaki-kun are on their way here. they said they wouldn't come here without a present to emi-chan." ranpo said as he sneakily stole a chocolate lollipop from the basket to mend his sweet tooth.

"oi! don't steal that candy! you already eat a lot of that!" kunikida notices ranpo as he yanks his hand away from the basket, making ranpo throw fits and tantrums.

you all laughed at his behavior. but in the end, you let him have and he almost hugged you to death due to his happiness and gratitude. thankfully, dazai was there to not let him crush you.

everything went smoothly. they even argue who's going to be the best uncle of emi. but we all know atsushi is going to be the lead of them (canonically).

"the president and yosano are taking care of emi's birth certificate. i asked them to prepare in advance since i'm not very uh…you know, knowledgeable when it comes to that stuff." dazai whispers to you, kind of feeling ashamed.

"you know how to forge documents but don't know how to file your daughter's birth certificate?" you jokingly said.

dazai pouts. "i am willing to figure it out on my own. but the president said i should handle it higher up—like him, for some reasons. anyways, i'm still thankful to them, i got more time with emi."

you smile and you gaze back down to your daughter. it's a surprise to see that emi was still deep asleep in your arms despite the noises around her surroundings.

"i love you, y/n." dazai said out of nowhere and kissed your side temple, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him.

"i love you too, samu." you replied, and you felt a slight kick in your arms. you chuckles as you see your daughter wriggling on her own.

"and we love you too, emi." you whisper to your daughter.

"uh sweetheart? i don't think i can hold it any longer. can i carry emi now?" your husband tugged your arms.

you let out a laugh as you shook your head at his silliness, but still let him carry emi. dazai almost let out a yey when his daughter was in his arms again.

and that moment you knew, emi is going to be daddy's girl.

©luvvixu2023

[luvvixu]

dazai x reader (she/her)

🏡🧵 home sweet home pt. 1

series

genre: fluff, domestic au

synopsis: what does it look like to have a normal daily life at dazai's household? just you coming home to your little family after a long and exhaustion work. this is the life you and dazai had been dreaming of.

warning: mentioned of breastfeeding, pranking, anxiety

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i got inspired to write a story when i saw a website that said this song is the most therapeutic breastfeeding song. and it came to happened that dazai was the last anime character i saw that day.

so i was like, hmm...what would it be like to have a family with my suicidal maniac crush? so yeah, here it is.

oh yeah, one last note, i kinda made him self-explanatory character on this one???

song - invisible string by taylor swift

a long day just ended for you as a sigh escaped from your lips. you are on your way home to your little family after doing some shift at the agency.

while waiting for the traffic jam to untangle, you open your phone and reveal the wallpaper that never fails to make you smile whenever you see it.

a picture of your new born baby and your husband, dazai osamu.

the statement never lies, your lips crescent a smile at the sight of your little family. you also decided to call your husband who's on his day off and being a male wife for today.

within a few rings, dazai picked up the phone. the sound of your baby's laughter first rang through the phone, making your smile widen.

"hello, my love~ are you on your way home?" your husband's honeyed voice said through the phone.

your shoulder loses its tense from the fatigue just by hearing the sound of him. "yeah. i'm sorry if i didn't arrive on time, there's a small emergency happened. but atsushi-kun and i have already settled it down before it gets worse."

"of course, my wife is good at solving problems." dazai complimented you. he always knows what is best for you.

"anyways, how's things going there?"

"ooh, wait. hey emi-chan! say hi to mama." you hear a baby noise as your husband shifts his phone onto someone.

"emi-chan~" you cooed, and your five month old baby let out a cute babble just by hearing your voice. it makes you laugh and almost die on your spot due to her overflowing cuteness.

"did you miss mama?" your back rested on the seat as your vehicle started to move. luckily, you had a phone holder in front so you won't have to hold it while driving at the same time.

"yes." dazai said in his baby voice, imitating your daughter.

you let out a giggle. "mama misses you too, emi-chan. when i get home, i will kiss your chubby cheeks and watch cartoons together!"

"yah! what about me?" your another baby—i mean dazai interrupted you. a picture of him pouting already depicted on your mind.

"hmm? are you saying something, emi?" you playfully said. the noises coming from osamu intensify. he was complaining, pouting, and whining at you like a big baby. your big baby.

"ahem! sweetheart, emi-chan just asked me if you miss your husband too?" sensing that you did not plan to respond to him as your husband, he changes his tone into a deeper one, like an incognito voice.

"who's there with you, emi?! did you let someone enter the house?" you continued to play dumb until you finally pulled up to your house where your two babies are in.

dazai was whining on the phone and he seemed to want to fight his daughter just because he didn't receive any attention from you.

ignoring him, you purposely muted the call and lowered the volume as you carefully tip-toed inside the house.

"mommy is such a tease, isn't she?" and there you saw your own family. emi was sitting on her father's lap while chewing her pacifier, and dazai was on the floor, still pouting as he talks to his child who's clearly unaware.

"i'm getting jealous of you now, emi-chan." he jokingly said, booping her nose and then proceeded to bite her chubby cheeks carefully. you forced yourself to swallow the laugh in your throat.

"y/n has been unresponsive for a while, did she end the call?" dazai checked his phone when he realized you had been really quiet. the call was still on, so he sought for you.

"darling? are you still there?"

no answer.

"y/n? hello? sweetie, can you hear me?"

still no answer.

suddenly, his pout turns into a deep frown. you could clearly see that he's becoming worried now to the point that he put emi back to the cradle.

he squatted down to meet his daughter's gaze. dazai holds her little hands to give it some pecks. "emi, my cute little baby…stay here and do not do anything, alright? nothing's wrong so no need to worry. papa will keep you and mama safe."

your heart melted at the scene. no matter how worried he is, dazai wouldn't let himself show his fear in front of his daughter who cannot even understand anything, yet.

you knew you didn't make the wrong choice of starting a family with him.

"papa is just going to call mama." he continued. when you saw him about to pick up his call, you immediately ended the call.

you watch his face become more concerned when the call ends without even saying a goodbye to him.

dazai started to bite his nails, a secret habit of his whenever he feels anxious. without any second wasted, he called your number. the sound of your ringtone made him almost dashed to your hidden spot.

"y/n! my god, you're here!" dazai pulled you into a tight hug as soon as he saw you.

you let out an awkward chuckle. "hi?"

"jesus! don't do it again, please. i thought something happened to you!" dazai buried his face into the crook of your neck. you suddenly feel guilty when you sense his shaky breath.

he is really worried.

a hand if yours traveled into his head to give his fluffy brown hair a soft brush to give him comfort. "i'm sorry, baby. i didn't mean to get you worried. i just want to surprise you."

"it's alright—"

"waaahhhhhh!"

both of your heads immediately turned to the direction where the sound came from, emi was crying. you and osamu's parental instincts kicked in as you literally ran towards her.

you carefully picked her up and cooed. "shh~ mama's here, mama's here. aw, why is my baby emi crying?" you land a kiss on her cheeks that was covered with tears.

dazai gently guided you to sit on the couch. he grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears that emi had shed. "don't cry, emi-chan. we're here now." he mumbled softly.

you checked her diaper, it's not full. you tried to make her laugh, but still emi continues to wail loudly.

a sigh escaped from your lips. you gently rocked her and turned your head to your husband who worriedly gazed at his crying daughter.

"when was the last time she drank milk?" dazai ponders for a moment. his eyes widened when he realized.

"that's right! emi just woke up when you called me. she naps for like two and half hours. no wonder she cries because she's hungry." he explains.

"go and make her baby formula." you instructed him because you are busy soothing your child.

dazai chucked hesitantly. "the thing is, it ran out. emi drank the last baby formula earlier. so, i guess we're going to do the traditional way of feeding her."

"♪ and isn't it just so pretty to think ♪" dazai sang a song you two discovered while randomly streaming on spotify.

"♪ all along there was some ♪" he said to you that this song reminded him of the time when the two of you first met.

"♪ invisible string ♪" singing the invisible string has become his hobby whenever he is watching you putting emi to sleep. the song serves as the lullaby that made her fall asleep.

"♪ tying you to me~? ♪" your husband dedicated this song to you. not only it became your couple's love song, wedding song, and now your daughter's lullaby.

overall, this is a sweet moment. but it doesn't…

you tried not to lash out of dazai when he was right there beside you, watching how you breastfeed your daughter. his hands were fixed on emi's tiny ones, caging it playfully and made her squirm. which causes her to latches on your sore breast a bit harder than the usual sucking.

"osamu, for god's sake…let her feed in peace! and why are you even watching me feed her?" you caresses her head gently, making sure that she would not freak out at your little yell.

your husband rolled his eyes. "why not? i've also experienced that before…being fed by you—so, no need to be so shy about me witnessing it." this man had an audacity to make a dirty foreshadow in front of your daughter.

a pillow flew on his straight into his face. "osamu! i swear, get out for a moment." you tried to calm yourself. but dazai doesn't care and continued to play with emi, resting his head on your shoulder.

meanwhile, your little princess was in no mood to play with her daddy. emi got irritated because she couldn't move her hands, dazai has them. so, she let out a squirm and then a whine.

acting hurriedly, you rock her while giving your biggest death glare on your husband.

"welp…" dazai took the cue as he sheepishly go out of the room, finally giving you and emi some private time together.

"daddy is such a crackhead, isn't he?" you talked to your daughter who just looked at you with her big beautiful eyes while sucking your breast. you couldn't help but to squeal at your daughter.

"and you're such a cutie, emi-emi!"

©luvvixu2023

[luvvixu]

dazai x reader (she/her)

🏠🧵home sweet home pt. 3

series

genre: fluff, domestic au

synopsis: just another day at dazai's household. but the difference is, your daughter is preparing to go with you in your work because you are finally back on track after giving birth to you and dazai's little princess.

warning: none

word count: 2.4k

a/n: yey, another update about this series hehehehe. ive been very busy preparing for the new school year and i suddenly got inspired writing this by dreaming of having a child of my own :(

song: daisy. by wave to earth

a few months later after emi was born, your life had changed drastically because you had to keep up with baby schedules. but you're not complaining tho, you love this life.

you have a silly yet caring husband and a very adorable little bean beside you. they are the puzzle that completes you and this is the life you have been waiting for after all these years.

as of the moment, you are preparing the necessities like diapers, baby formula, clothes, towels, toys, and other stuff for your cute baby emi. you are happily humming your favorite song when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist.

it was your sleepy husband, dazai osamu.

"good morning, my little insomnia." you greeted him with a smile as dazai just replied with a yawn and nuzzles deeper in your neck, planning to go back to sleep.

"yah! don't fall asleep there!" you gently nudge him. and after a lot of small hits, your husband emits a groan before detaching from you.

"you're up so early. what are you doing?" his husky voice vibrates down your spine. so deep and so hot that it felt like your knees were about to kneel.

"i'm preparing all the things emi need." you simply replied.

"for what?" he asked, and you stared at him weirdly. looks like his soul was still sleeping, with his eyes trying to lift his heavy eyelids down to consecutive numbers of yawns. it looked so funny and adorable at the same time.

"we were bringing emi to our workplace, remember?" you reminded him and something in his eyes tells that he finally remembered.

your husband let out an 'o' in realization. "oh right, right…and you're running an errand with the president?" he pulled you harder on his embrace, showing his upcoming concern.

"yup," your first mission was to accompany fukuzawa on a meeting with the police officials of yokohama to hear the current issues and give possible mend to them.

"will you be alright?" being the worrisome husband he is, he is concerned for you. dazai temporarily releases himself from you.

you turned your gaze to him as he was there, leaning on the kitchen counter while crossing his arms. "darling, i've been on maternity leave for like almost a year now. not to mention, emi is now eight months old and can barely walk. besides, i've been dying to go back to work." you patted his cheek playfully.

"on the contrary, i should be the one asking you that, will you be alright? emi is becoming quite a handful now. she's really cranky over the little things she doesn't like. i think you spoiled her too much." you added.

"hey, it's not my fault that emi is so irresistible." dazai defends himself while he raises his arms in defeat.

a chuckle escapes from your lips as you give him a peck. "i know, and i'm not even blaming you." his lips are a bit dry because he just woke up and probably didn't brush his teeth, yet. "now move, i'm going to cook us some breakfast." you shove him away but dazai cage you in his arms again.

"osamu, let me go! i need to cook." you wriggle but still fail due to his grip is heavenly strong.

"kiss me more." dazai puckered his lips and you granted him with your kisses.

"again." chu…one kiss.

"again." chu…two kisses.

"again—"

"haha, nope. that's enough. i really need to cook." you block his face with your palm as you let out a giggle. you could even feel his lips and tongue teasing your palm.

you immediately moved your hand away as it was becoming ticklish. dazai was pouting at you, a smile broke upon your lips and decided to ruffle his messy bed hair.

"go and wake up emi instead. it's now seven o'clock in the morning and she needs to follow her schedule." you said.

"but kisses…." he mumbles like a child who lost his balloon.

"i'll give you as many as you want later." you rolled your eyes playfully and shooed him to wake up his daughter. dazai let out a little cheer before happily skipping his way towards the nursery.

you just chuckle at your husband's silly action before deciding to officially start the day with cooking breakfast.

meanwhile, dazai enters the nursery quietly with a big smile on his lips. waking his daughter up was his favorite thing everyday. he got to see the adorable yawn and the way emi would cuddle her little head on his shoulder if enough to make his day complete.

dazai approaches the crib silently, and there he sees his little princess still sleeping peacefully. a burst of happiness engulfed his whole chest, emi is so adorable.

and as much as he doesn't want to wake her up because emi looked so peaceful while sleeping, he has to follow her schedule. leaning on the crib, he gently rubs her head and belly to wake her up.

"emi-chan~ wake up, my little princess." dazai called softly. he watches emi slowly stretching up her limbs along with a cute yawn.

his smile widens when emi opens her eyes and looks at him. "good morning, emi! did you have a good sleep?" as a response, emi just looked at him with wide eyes and tilted her head slightly.

"i'll take that as a yes." dazai giggles like a child before picking up his daughter gently into his arms. emi immediately planted her little head on dazai's shoulder, just like every time he would pick her up.

dazai kisses her chubby cheeks. "let's go and meet mama, hmm?" emi just rubbed her eyes at him, dazai smiled once more and grabbed her hands. with that, he started to head downstairs with emi in his arms.

"mama! we are here~" dazai jogged his way towards you with emi giggling in his arms, laughing how she goes up and down while her father is running.

you arch your neck to their direction with a smile as you are busy flipping the eggs. "there's my little princess~" you cooed. dazai knows his job and just stays a bit far away from you so that emi wouldn't get splashed by the hot oil and damage her silky smooth skin.

"i already made her baby formula. it's on the kitchen counter." you pointed the baby bottle in front of him. your husband grabs it before proceeding to the couch to feed her.

"who's hungry? who's hungry?" dazai playfully bounces her as emi's eyes sparkles at the sight of her baby bottle. she also tries to grab it with her adorable arms hanging in the air.

"it's emi!" he let emi suck the bottle with a smile on his face. he loves watching his daughter silently drinking her milk while playing with his hands.

his eyes soften to its extent, only you and emi are able to make him do that. the way his furrowed expression would go loose at the sight of his family is something that could be seen as wholesome.

a sudden weight shifts beside him. looking, he saw you, his wife smiling dearly at them. your heart is pumping happiness against your chest, dazai is a great dad despite his traumatic backstory.

"now i know, i don't have to worry for you and emi." you said.

"what's that even supposed to mean?" dazai lifted up his head with a laugh as he looked at you.

"nothing." you sing-sang, standing up once more to bring his coffee.

"anyway, you should go and get yourself ready for work…or do you want to bathe emi first?!" you yelled at the kitchen.

"of course i'll go with the second option!" dazai replies.

"alright, i gotta prepare her clothes then!"

seconds later, you came back with a coffee and egg toast in your hand. "at least take this coffee first before you need to have some breakfast." you placed his food on the coffee table.

your husband gently passes you your little girl so that he could eat his breakfast. when emi was finally in your arms, you showered her with a lot of kisses and giggles. dazai smiled at you two, his morning was complete just by the sight of his family.

"wah~ emi's getting adorable each day!" you said through your kisses. emi was laughing about the ticklish sensation your lips brings on her cheeks. those totally adorable laughs ascended the both of you through the bliss of life.

"are you excited for your first trip at the agency?" you asked your daughter, only to receive an undistinguished babble as her response.

"me too! i can't wait to show emi around. oh, and papa will take care of you for a meantime at the agency. mama and grandpa yukichi have some errands to do." you continued to sweet baby talk, and emi was just looking at you innocently all the time as you talk.

"where was the place you're going, again?" your husband asked.

"i'm not sure. the president did not provide me with any information. i think the agenda is still in process, but my hunch is it's just somewhere near here in yokohama." as you are talking, emi was trying to put her hand on your mouth like a little mischief she is. she would giggle every time you would playfully bite her hand.

"nevertheless, you don't have to be worried, 'samu. i've got fukuzawa-san beside me." you continued, intentionally giving him some comfort against his worried denouement.

dazai finished his breakfast and now he's excited to finally get ready with his baby. "let's get you ready, my little belladonna!" he raises emi up and pampers her with kisses.

"i already prepared her bath. her clothes are also on our bed." you reminded him before going to the kitchen and cleaning the dirty dishes.

"careful, emi. i don't want any water to go inside your ears." dazai hums softly as he bathes his daughter who is busy playing with bubbles.

"don't try to eat the bubbles, okay? soap doesn't taste as good as milk." he joked. emi just looked at him innocently before she was about to put her handful of bubbles into her mouth.

"ah! ah! what did i say? no eating soap bubbles!"

"what's going on here?" you peak your head at the bathroom door just to see your husband and daughter both looking at you. you are fully dressed and ready to go to work. now, it might be a wonder how come that you are the one to finish first when it was your babies who got in the bathroom first.

simple, motherhood. you learned how to act fast according to the time on your schedule and that makes you even more cautious of time since you have a little child and your husband is not always at home due to his work. sometimes, you reminisce about some things like how fast you were to eat, shower, and do the household chores while emi was sleeping (your baby is a light sleeper, sadly).

"what's with that look?" you giggled at his childish expression, a look that looked like he just got his lollipop stolen.

"emi was eating the bubbles!" dazai pouted like a toddler.

your laugh slows down. "you know her, everything looks like food to her. a-are you sure you don't want my help?"

"our little princess might be stubborn just like her mama and papa, but i'm more stubborn than her." dazai gave you a thumbs up.

"alright, just call me if you change your mind. i'll be taking a shower for now." you skipped your ways towards the other bathroom to get yourself ready for your first job after maternity leave.

within a few minutes, emi was finally done and fully dressed. she was napping peacefully in her mother's cage as they were waiting for dazai to finish preparing himself.

time check, it's now nine o'clock and only half an hour left before they go to work. right now, you are busy scrolling from your phone while emi is drinking your milk. a notification popped in your phone, a message from fukuzawa.

<I apologize for the late notice but I'm afraid we might finish the meeting late. They add another agenda by patrolling on the vicinities with high crime rate here in Yokohama.

<Good morning, y/n.

there's something in his typings that makes you laugh. you try not to voice it out loud in front of him, but he's a boomer in terms of digitized chatting. also, was it greeting a good morning should come first? damn, what an old man.

<oh it's alright, president! i'll just inform my husband about this so they could go home early.

<Oh right… Little Emi is going here today, am I right?

<yes. osamu and i have decided to bring her with us since i'm coming back to work and we're still unable to find a very trustworthy nanny.

<will that be alright? you know, bring our daughter while working.

<Of course. I'm sure the people here wouldn't mind having a little company. By that means, they would be extremely happy to see your baby and this place would be very lively.

<Although, I am quite worried that this may attract some thugs and plan an ambush.

<it's better for her to go there since not only osamu was there, but also the whole ada themselves.

<You got a point.

<anyway, i am going to drop this conversation for now. my husband just finished taking a shower, we might be there in the next 20 minutes.

<Very well. I'll see you later. Be careful on your way here.

<will do. thanks dad!

<🙂👍

it was no surprise that fukuzawa was fond of those old emojis. it was also no surprise that he lets you call him dad. i mean, he was technically your dad after all.

when you were younger, he took care of you after his former colleagues–who were your parents, unfortunately got killed. you were there when he formed the armed detective agency. especially, you were there when the current members got recruited.

"shall we head out now?" a voice calls for your attention. looking up from your phone, you saw your husband smiling at you, wearing his signature beige trench coat that is so hard to wash since it's too heavy when it gets wet.

"took you long enough, emi is now asleep."

"figured."

with that, he helps you situated in the car. he made sure that all of emi's necessities are complete. he made sure that emi was comfortable in her mini bed and was safe and secured. and of course, he made sure that you're also comfortable, safe, and secured.

"buckle up, baby. our little emi's going to have a lot of fun today."

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[luvvixu]

izana x reader (she/her)

🌃🌙 those nights

genre: fluff

synopsis: just some every night scenario with your lovely husband.

warning: none, i guess?

word count: 580

a/n: am back and ready to attack :< hahhwhaah pretend that i didn't disappear for a long time

song: perfect by one direction

it was summer midnight and you were asleep in your shared bed, with izana nestling comfortably in your embrace. you are in deep sleep while your husband is wide awake. he was fiddling and playing with your fingers where your wedding ring was situated.

oh how izana loved the sensation of the ring he specifically picked for your finger as you two sealed your faith by the love and law.

he also loves comparing his wedded finger to yours, like how adorable your hands looks on his and how the sizes are different.

this man also reminisces those small moments just the two of you, your husband turned from a delinquent to a tamed puppy. sometimes, he even wonders what kind of spell you did to his mind and body that he seems always reaching out for you.

nevertheless, he was happy that you're one he ended up with. you were kind, caring, really knows how to tame his own dark impulses, and his most favorite thing about you, is that you're a great mentor in loving himself.

izana learned to love himself because you taught him well. he learned to accept who he is and who he used to be. that's all because of you, you and only you—and izana loves you so much for it.

overall, izana felt like living in a dream where he did not want to wake up. you were his solace, a perfect dynamic, and the mother of his future children. now that you two are married, the man would always keep to himself about his imaginations of building a family with you.

the thought of carrying his lineage makes his stomach burst with a sanctuary of butterflies. that thought alone made him unconsciously nestles even harder in your embrace, making you jolt slightly in your sleep.

but this time, you got woke up for real. as you open your eyes, you see your white haired husband murmuring incoherently.

sensing your small movement, izana looked up and saw your eyes meeting him. the man smiled so dearly, his amethyst eyes screaming with pure love and adoration towards you.

"why aren't you sleeping yet?" your voice came out a bit hoarse as you've just woken up.

"i have self-diagnosed insomnia." he said. you don't know if he's joking or not but you let out a chuckle at his witty response.

stroking his almost long white hair, izana couldn't help but act like a touch deprived baby as he aches for your touch. "do you want me to sing you a lullaby?"

"yes please, mahal ko." he nodded, burying his face on the crook of your neck.

"alright, a-ahem…" izana watches you clearing your throat, preparing for a soft lullaby. he knows that you know that your voice serves as his melatonin, his sleeping aid.

literally speaking, izana could fall asleep while listening to your soft voice. it gives him deep comfort and assurance that you are here by his side.

"where the north wind meets the sea, there's a river full of memory. sleep, my darling, safe and sound. for in this river, all is found."

"is that a song from that disney movie we watched yesterday?" he asked. "yeah, it's perfect to sing a lullaby." you answered.

"kantahan mo ulit ako, mahal ko." izana tightens his hold on your body as you continue to sing. slowly, izana found himself drifting from sleep.

that night, izana did not dream of anything—because he was already living inside a dream, he was there in your arms.

translation (filipino - english)

mahal ko - my love

kantahan mo ulit ako - sing for me again

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[luvvixu]

shinichiro x reader (she/her)

🌊🏖️ beach day out

genre: fluff

synopsis: you and shinichiro had been together for at least two years. both of you suddenly came across a tiktok video wherein the couples decided to go on a beach. shinichiro thinks its kind of fun to try new things just the both of you.

warning: mentioned of insecurities, and jealous shinichiro coming through!

word count: 1.6k

a/n: this is my first ever fanfiction in tumblr. i'm getting a bit tired in wattpad, so i'm here to try something new. i have also seen a lot of good fanfiction here, i think i'm gonna love it here~

also, i'm open for request. so don't be scared to tell me and i'll do my best to give you what you need.

again, this is luvvixu and enjoy reading.

song - feels by calvin harris (feat. pharrel williams, katy pery, big sean, funk wav)

"hi, y/n! are you ready now? i'm outside your house." shinichiro smiled widely to himself as he leaned on his motorcycle. he was actually calling you, that's why he's all so smiley.

today was actually the day where he would take you on a day out at the beach, just the two of you. you would not believe that he's been preparing this since last month.

he wants this date to be perfect and memorable. so, he pulled out his most attractive summer button up shirt with flower patterns, along with a bit of loose shorts. he also wears a round hat on his slick back hair and a pair of black sunglasses.

shinichiro looks so handsome.

meanwhile, you are so close to messing up your whole room because you are in a state of franticness. "wait what?! but i'm not done with my makeup, yet!" you panicked, but he only let out a laugh.

"darling, look outside your window." and so you did. you saw him smiling at you as he looked up. blushing, you ended the call and leaned on the railing.

"how long have you been there?" you asked, trying not to squeal and faint because he looked so handsome down there…

oh wait—that came out wrong.

"like fifteen minutes? i don't know. i'm busy calming myself to the point that i lost track of time." shinichiro flushed, he was becoming kind of shy.

"why don't you come here? i might take some time hahaha…" you scratched your head. well, you are not going if you don't make yourself representable to him.

shinichiro did not wait any longer as he enter your house and went straight to your room. he saw you there sitting in front of the mirror as you did your makeup.

"hi. i'm sorry if i make you wait." you smile sheepishly. shinichiro just brushed it off as he sat on your bed, observing you through the mirror as you curled your lashes.

"nah, it's alright. that's what boyfriends do. and besides, you're worth the wait." shinichiro smiled softly. he was enjoying watching you do your makeup—no, he loves everything you do.

"i just noticed, you actually wore the shirt i brought one time! i thought you don't like the design?" you teased him as you reminisced the moment he accompanied you to the mall. you made him try different clothes, which he didn't complain at first.

but then you came across a summer polo, and you found it really cute and cool on him. so you made him try. shinichiro was trying not to disagree with your decision because you looked so happy when you showed it to him.

however, you noticed it. but in the end, you still bought it for him and never expected him to actually wear it.

shinichiro scoffs as he makes his way towards you to give you a big back hug. "you bought it for me, of course i would wear it. i love everything you gave to me."

you smile at him through the mirror. you gave shinichiro a soft peck on his lips, thanking him for his kind words. with that, you bring your attention back to your makeup.

"you know, sweetheart, you already look beautiful when you wear makeup. but if that's what makes you happy, i'll always support you. hell, we could even do each other's eyeliner!"

your eyes lit up at his idea. "we should definitely do!" you try not to smile too widely as you were applying your lipstick.

shinichiro was still watching you intensely through the mirror. he loved the way you parted your lips. he loved the way you ran your tongue on your lips and then bite it. he loved the way you smacked your lips as your eyes were half lidded, a sign that you are focusing.

god, he loves everything about you.

you suddenly turn your face to him, leaving only an inch between your lips as you did not realize that his face was so close to the point that you were about to kiss.

"hey y/n, your lipstick had smudged." shinichiro whispered huskily out of the sudden.

"wha—hmph!" he suddenly put his hand on your cheek and pull you into a deep and passionate kiss.

at first, you were taken back, but then eventually melt and kiss him back. shinichiro smiled through the kiss as he deepen it even more. his hands goes under your shirt and crawled to get a grip on your curves then your spine.

you suck a breath at his warm hands enticing you the way you like it. "s–shin..." you let out a soft moan, making shinichiro more determined to kiss you.

shinichiro temporarily broke the kiss to stare at your flushed face and smudge lipstick. "god, look at you. such a pretty mess." he couldn't contain the butterfly on his stomach. you could see in his eye on how shiny you are, it reflects even if darkness was occured.

you push his chest lightly as both of you pant after kissing like two wild beast. shinichiro was about to dive in once more when you put a hand on his mouth.

"shin, later. you're ruining my lipstick." you said, a bit playfully. you know shinichiro hates it when you teases him by being a cockblocker.

shinichiro roll his eyes. "who cares? i can make your lips red even without those." he grumbles, making you blushed heavily.

your boyfriend smirked victoriously at you adorable reaction. he move closer just to squish your red cheeks with his big yet slim and veiny hands.

"ahh, is someone blushing? hmm, i wonder who that is~" butterflies starts to act like they are in a sanctuary when shinichiro use his baby talk voice at you.

"hush! enough with that!" bashfully, you finally unleashed yourself on his manly grip.

shinichiro was left laughing while you tried so hard to ignore him as you fixes your makeup after that steamy make out session.

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"shin, come here! let me put you some sunscreen!" you motioned him to come closer to you as you were seated under a big umbrella.

shinichiro rose up from the water, with his white shirt sticking on his stomach. you unconsciously raise your eyebrow as your eyes trailed on his visible abs.

"you should come with me to the water, it's cold there!" shinichiro excited ran to you.

you guided him to sit in front of you as he lifted up his wet shirt. "i'll join you later. the sun was still too hot for me." you pour a sunscreen on your hand and gently apply it to his skin are.

he turn his head to you and flashes a smile. "oh, come on. once you're in the water, you can't feel the heat anymore."

you think for a moment. "alright, just let me change my clothes." you patted his back, telling that you're already done applying sunscreen into him. you headed to your bag to put all of the valuable items inside.

while you're busy, shinichiro took the time to examines you from top to the bottom. you're wearing black crop top with thin cardigan and a pair of short jeans. overall, you absolutely looked so beautiful.

"i thought that is your swimwear." shinichiro pointed at your clothes.

you merely shooked your head, still busy. but now you're looking for your swimwear. "nope. i got separate clothes for swimming. these are only my beach outfit—ooh, found it!" you cheered as you found your swimwear.

"i'll be back, babe. don't miss me too much." you give him a quick peck on his cheek and smile smugly before running away to the nearest bathroom.

it took shinichiro a few seconds to recover from your mischievousness. "that girl—hayst! she should've kiss me on my lips!"

meanwhile, you are changing into your swimwear while humming your currently favorite song you just discovered.

today is the day where you're going to wear your latest swimsuit. it was a black one piece swimsuit that hugged your curves. you pause and stood in front of the mirror. your eyes landed on your body with insecurity on your eyes.

"huh? am i gaining weight again?" you mumbled as you wrapped your arms around your stomach. you stood there for like a few minutes as you were scared to go out.

what if someone laughed at me? i don't want to embarrass myself.

you were about to change your clothes back when a picture of shinichiro smiling at you flashes in your mind. unconsciously, your arms that has been wrapped on your stomach slowly drops.

that's right, you remember. shinichiro has been really happy about the two of you going out and spend time together at the beach. you wouldn't want to ruin that happiness of him just because of your insecurities.

and besides, shin would always tell you how much beautiful you are. you know that he would do anything, anything, just to give the world you deserve.

so, with a shaky breathe, you swallowed your pride and let your body be who they were. "okay y/n, you got this. if you don't want to do it for yourself, then do it for shin." you patter your cheeks slightly to bring out your remaining confidence.

before you get out, you made sure to wear your thin cardigan again. once last peak at yourself and you're ready to go.

...

shinichiro was still at his spot for like fifteen minutes. he was waiting for you, but he was slowly loosing his patience because he was worried for you.

through his vision, he tried to look over you but failed miserably. you're easy to spot but not with this crowd. shinichiro puts a hand into his temple to soothe the throbbing headache.

"i can't wait any longer!" shinichiro suddenly lashes out as he grab your bag and started to find you.

and there he saw you, talking with some guy he doesn't know. shinichiro slowed his movements as he was inspecting you. based on your body move, your hands are secretly fidgeting in front if you and you tried to play with the hem of your cardigan.

it's a sign that you don't feel comfortable.

so, being a worried boyfriend he is, he ran over you and put his arms around your waist.

"s–shin! you're here." you get startled by his sudden appearance.

"oh, is this...?" the man suddenly becomes hesitant.

shinichiro raised his eyebrow as he tighten the grip on your waist and pulls you more closer to him. "her boyfriend? yes, i am."

"a–ah...is that so. i guess i'll just see you around, y/n." with that, the man left without any second glances back.

shinichiro pulled you towards the place where there's less people as he wanted to have a privacy with you.

your boyfriend drew a sigh and chew his inner cheeks, a habit of his whenever he feels annoyed. "so this is why you took some time changing..." he started. and no, he was not angry at you, it's not your fault.

it's just, he doesn't like it when someone hit on you, not on his watch.

you turn your direction to him and cup his cheeks to loosen the tension on his face. "are you perhaps...jealous?"

shinichiro scoffed. "i am. now, who is he?"

you were taken aback by his bold and direct confirmation that he's jealous. "don't worry, he's just some guy who confesses to me before. i don't hold any interest on him other than you."

your words made his eyes go soft as he engulf you into a hug, burying his face on the crook of your bare neck.

"s–shin—?!"

"shh. let me have this. i was really worried for you earlier. i thought you got lost of something." he mumbles on you neck.

you let out a small sigh then crack up a smile. "i'm sorry. actually, the real reason why i took some time was because i feel insecure on my body." you said as you started playing in his hair.

shinichiro lifted his head to look into your eyes, directly. "why? your body is beautiful. there's is nothing wrong with it and i love every inch of your body." he said, looking straightly into your eyes.

"but—"

"ah, ah, ah. there's no any counterattacks for that information. so don't try to argue with me, my adorable red cheeks." he lovingly hugs you like you were a soft teddy bear.

your mood is starting to feel better, you cupped his cheeks. "thank you, shin. you always made me feel so wanted. i've never been treated this right." you gave him a peck on his lips. shinichiro purse his lips, asking for more.

you giggled to yourself and give him many kisses he wants. just when he's about to deepen it, you suddenly pull away leaving him disappointed.

"why? you don't like my kisses anymore?"

"shut up, i love it dearly. just not here, shin. we're in public, and i don't want to wake up with us being viral on internet just because we make out." you playfully roll your eyes, but you're not lying tho. you are scared that you might get caught.

"but i really want to continue our lips collision." your boyfriend pouts. he was about to take you into another kiss again when you move your face away from him, laughing.

"don't laugh! give me your kisses or i'm not going to buy you some crepe cakes!" he whines.

you smirked. "i can buy crepe cakes on my own."

"i'm not gonna drive you to the mall!"

"i know how to commute." you said for the last time, still laughing as his face slowly shows some dismay. that's when you started to get serious.

you finally let go of your playful expression. "okay, i'm sorry. look shin, i really want to fulfill your wants but not here. i thought we're going to have fun in the water?"

"oh? so you wanna do it on the water?" suddenly, it was his turn to become playful, raising his eyebrow.

your face turns sour immediately. "ew gross. i might form a rock of salt down there if we do it. so hard pass, don't wanna get that."

shinichiro just laughed loudly while you sighed to yourself. he's being a jerk, isn't he?

you glared at him as he was still laughing down to the ground. for sure there's tears lingering on his eyes.

a bulb of idea suddenly popped into your head.

"hey shin." you called his attention.

"what?" shinichiro watches you keenly as you slowly pushes him towards the wall, seductively circles his chest.

"i feel like suffocating on this swimsuit. so i was thinking..." you trailed off.

you grabbed his hand to put it on your flushed cheeks. "would you do the honor to let me breathe?"

shinichiro's breathing becomes shaky, probably due to enticement you're giving. he could feel himself loosing as he dives into your luring eyes even more.

he gulped. "o–of course, darling. what do you want me to d–do?"

a ghostly smile appears on your lips. your eyes tell him about the things you want to do together.

"can we go and buy some ice cream? i think i'm suffocating because of the heat and dehydration—probably cravings too."

shinichiro looked at you in disbelief. he was thinking of something else. that's why gou knew he was very disappointed.

you just let out a laugh as you close him mouth before a fly go straight into his wide open mouth. "i'm so sorry, shin. really, i promised that later, i would let you do whatever you want to me."

with that, you started to run away towards the near ice cream stall.

"y/n! i swear to god! you've been teasing me many times today!" shinichiro chased you as you scream in joy, running even more faster.

"i love you, shin!"

"don't you dare to change the topic—damn it! i love you too!"

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[luvvixu]

dazai x reader (she/her)

🗒️🕊️ paper cranes

genre: heavy angst, modern au

synopsis: the same situation becomes the same destiny.

how far would you go to declare your love and commitment towards your significant other? for someone like dazai osamu, who grew up in a stinky and monstrous society, he would do anything even if it would literally change him as a whole human-being.

love got him crazy, so don't blame him.

warning: some parts of the scene are based in the true stories. idk but i think i suck at making heavy angst.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: sorry i would always went through writer's block that is why i rarely post things hahahahhs

song: where'd all the time go? by dr. dog

not a single breath was wasted as soon as he heard about another way to make a wish if you're unlucky enough to wish upon the actual shooting star. he immediately went towards your place, unannounced, and started to make paper cranes.

10… for you, just for you.

he was bad at making origami. but he still tries to make it despite his hatred at unperfect lines he flatten on each side just to make a product out of paper. he endures every mistake and imperfections of his work.

50…for you, just for you.

he is willing to rewatch the tutorial on how to make paper cranes even though he's so sick of hearing the annoying voice over. and he doesn't even care anymore about all of the papers getting wasted around him. the papers on his notebook are getting thinner as each minute passes just by trying to make a perfect origami.

100…for you, just for you.

since then, he has spent day and night working. it seems like he forgot how to normally function as his mind only occupied making origami. he accepted this decision with passion, even though his hands were numb and tired.

200… for you, just for you.

as his hair swept on his bangs, he left no choice but to tie it up so that it would not bother his vision, for he's always looking down at the table. no wonder it feels like he couldn't feel his neck anymore because of the numbness and soreness he experienced. he compared the pain of looking down for too long on the rope he used to hang on his neck. there was no doubt the first option hurts more.

300… for you, just for you.

a tear slips on his eyes, you haven't been talking to him for too long. he misses the way your eyes would intertwine with his. the warmth of your small hands on him, feeling the total eccentric emotion as he dives in your galaxy. he would always get himself drunk and lost in your touch. but, anyway, he is getting good at origami.

400… for you, just for you.

it's been months. he now considers himself as professional at making origami, paper cranes to be specific. he can finally make it while both of his eyes are closed. there's also a spark on his hopeful chest when he realizes he's halfway through. those sleepless nights are totally worth it because he's able to look at your peaceful sleeping face while working on origami.

500… for you, just for you.

one day, a friend came to visit you. they were shocked to see more than dozens of paper cranes on the floor. but he doesn't care nor entertain them as he was keeping his attention on his now full time work. he's now halfway through and that gives him a beyond motivation. he could even fold a paper cranes under a minute, and he knew he was improving a lot.

600… for you, just for you.

there was a day where he would just lay down beside you and stare at your sleeping face. his lips would cackle on how adorable you were. he also never fails to mention all of his hardships on making origami. despite that, he took up this hobby like his life depended on it. he literally spends all of his time and money on crafting and buying papers for this.

700… for you, just for you.

he was almost near the end. the paper cranes double up on each weave on his hands. your room is filled with hundreds of paper cranes, each color evident on the ground. he looked at you as you breathed peacefully in your sleep. a smile broke on his lips as he reached out for your hand. whispers his love and declaration towards you, non-stop.

800… for you, just for you.

craft, eat, sleep, wake up, and repeat. these are his routine for the last months and he is consistent with his new schedule. if that would only make him see you shine once again, it will be all worth it. if that would only make you get out of the bed, it will be all worth it. he just loves you so much that it changed him, and he's not complaining about that.

900…for you, just for you.

how did you two end up here? why is he making such a big number of paper cranes? why is he so obsessed with making his wish be heard?

it all started when you almost lost your life in a tragic accident, an attempt suicide. you are saved, but got stuck in a coma. dazai was beyond devastated when the doctors stated that there's a low chance of surviving—but he's in denial. he is still hoping that those beautiful orbs of yours would eventually be seen by him once more.

money isn't a problem to him. he literally threatens the doctors just for you to have a stable supply of life support to help you live. he pours his power to make your life be comfortable, even if you're technically sleeping. so that when you wake up, you won't feel any eerie sensation.

one day, while he's out to get something to eat, there was a stranger telling a story to some stray children in the street. while waiting for the pedestrian light to signal a green light, he couldn't help but to eavesdrop at the story.

it was the story of a girl and thousands of paper cranes.

the girl was diagnosed with a disease. her father told her that if she made thousands of paper cranes, her wish would come true. so, she crafted thousands of paper cranes, hoping that her disease would go away.

after hearing the story, there was a spark in his chest. he admits, it sounds so childish and ridiculous. but he's in love and literally willing to do anything just to keep you alive. that is why he came to your place, unannounced. and he also started to learn how to make paper cranes until he finally reached the end.

999…for you, just for you.

look at him now, he was on the last paper crane. dazai couldn't help but to shed a tear, because after three months, he was able to craft the said number of origami. all of the bloodshed fatigue and sleepless night, with his hands working nonstop, he is near.

"y/n, my darling…" he grabs your thin and pale hand just for him to offer it a soft kiss on the back of your hand.

he stared at your emotionless sleeping face. even though half of your face is covered with a breathing mask, you are still beautiful. he treasures every beauty and flaws of yours. no matter how much you hate the insecurities launched in your body, he loves every single one of it as much as you despise it.

dazai continues to talk to you about his day just like he always does while folding the paper that will serve as his last resort for his wish.

fold and fold…and another fold, until the truth will finally be told.

the male collects all of the paper cranes in your bed, covering your whole unresponsive body with papers. it was so much that some of the cranes fell on the bed. finally, he placed the last crane that completed the mission.

"1000…for you, just for you." he mumbles.

dazai never believed in god, but he prays. now that he completed the thousand paper cranes, he reached out for all of the gods who might hear him please. a miracle should arrive at any moment, all he has to do is to place some faith in you and him.

on the first day, nothing happened to his dismay. but he remained patient. he prayed even harder on the following day but still no outcome. dazai unlocked another routine, praying for a miracle. everyday he would pray for you even if he is an atheist and doesn't believe in the concept of religion.

yet, he still prays, prays, and prayed…until he reached the same length of months while he was crafting the paper cranes. the patience of waiting for you has molded him into another persona, just like a lost man trekking into the unknown.

still no avail, you are not waking up—but he's in denial that he's starting to lose hope on this madness. he is mad, but not at you, he is mad over nothing. dazai was searching for someone to blame on his unsuccessful attempt of waking you up and bringing you back into his arms.

a year had passed, dazai grew thin in malnourishment, but not frail as you. he was walking solemnly towards your room with a balloon in his hand. there's also a piece of paper—paper crane to be specific. before the paper was crafted, it was filled with messy handwriting, a message that only contained three words and eight letters.

"i love you…"

those same three words and eight letters that he failed to declare to you when you're still awake, or should i say, alive. anyway, he rubbed his tired eyes that are now being homed with dark circles under his eyes.

supposedly, he meant to hide the fatigue that's evident on his face. but he realized, he shouldn't cover himself when it comes to you. no secrets and insincere should be tolerated in your vicinity. so, he visits you with his usual self, for today is important.

that's right, today is the day where you are born into this cruel world, your birthday. the same day you got admitted into this damned place, the hospital. and the same day you will be finally set free, forever.

after years of pain, suffering, melancholy, reminiscing, and thinking, dazai finally learned to let you go.

"happy birthday, belladonna." dazai tied the balloon on your wrist. he knew you really liked having a balloon tied on your wrist. you loved the way it sways along the wind.

"i miss you, i hope you are aware." dazai paused with a chuckle. "and i also hope you are aware that you have already missed three years of your life. everything comes so fast, doesn't it?" he continues as he lets his hand intertwine with yours.

"did you like the balloon? i specifically picked the color you like. i also made you a letter—a bunch of them, by the way. i just wished you would wake up and read every single one of them."

dazai let out a sigh, leaning his back on the chair beside you. his eyes trailed on the balloon floating in the air. "i always wonder if you could hear me grumble over some random things. if you do, you would probably laugh at my silliness. of course! i just made a thousand counts of paper cranes."

"on the contrary, i learned so many things that not once in my life, would do it for someone. i learned how to be patient, believe in a story i overheard while walking, pray to the gods that i don't even believe, and craft a paper crane. and most importantly, i learned how to love and do everything for them."

are you hurt? are you in pain? are you lost?

these hidden words are lingering in his fragile mind. dazai wants to mend your wounds. dazai wants to take your pain. dazai wants to make you to be each other's solace. oh, how delusional he is.

sadly, all of the sudden, his plan for both of you fell like a house of card when the clock strikes at six in the evening. the designated icu doctor for you suddenly approaches him without a noticed.

dazai tried not to get distracted by the look in his face, pained and agonized. he flashes a cheerful demure to take his negativities away—yet he failed to do so.

"the doctors told me yesterday…" dazai bites his lips to stop it from trembling. his grip on your unresponsive hand tightens, like he doesn't want to lose you.

"they told me that you are brain dead."

your body system collapses out of nowhere. the doctors were notified about your condition and were extremely hesitant to tell him, but it was no good to keep you in this hell place for any longer. all they had to do was to accept, and all dazai had to do is to also accept.

swallow the hard truth that you will no longer see the world just like how he sees it. digest the hard truth that you are officially gone and will not come back anymore.

in short, you are dead.

"i should've read the signs, you are tired. i'm so sorry, darling. i became so selfish that i let you continue without your consent. i let you suffer for my own desires just because i want you to be with me forever." a tear, followed by another, until he finally broke down right in front of you.

if you're probably still here, dazai knew you would wipe his tears and embrace him like he deserves the whole world. the image of you whispering sweet nothing in his ears is enough to make him feel weak. he literally loves the delusion of it.

"i love you so damn much that i gotta let you go because i have hurt a lot. i am getting an image of yourself saying "is it worth it?" but i am dumb and stupid because i kept on saying "yes". i'm so sorry!" his wails became louder and louder any second was passing. it was like all of his pent up emotions over the last three years had finally come to burst.

he lost his final resort because the next thing he knew, he was standing on the same street where he had heard about the story of the girl and thousands of paper cranes.

dazai was frantic and a mess, his mind was kept in shut. he does not remember a single thing of what happened after his big mental breakdown. but he was sure, a doctor came inside the room and he took him out.

a faint voice reached his ears during that moment. "i'm so sorry, mr. dazai. but just like we have talked to, let's put ms. y/n to rest." the doctor said and dazai was too lost to respond and digest the things he's said.

at that moment, he was somehow aware that they finally shut the machine down that only keeps you from being technically alive. his cold and empty eyes trailed on the balloon in your wrist and then to the clock above your head.

time of death, 11:59 PM…

today is your birthday.

today is your accident anniversary.

today is your deathday.

dazai was staring into the void of darkness as the midnight stars failed to appear in the doom sky. right on his spot, he declares that this place no longer feels like home.

"my y/n, my darling, my belladonna. i seem to have done everything, but why does this still happen?"

little did he know, he failed to hear the ending. the young girl still died even if she crafted thousands of paper cranes and prayed for the gods to let her survive.

he did the same process as the girl from the story and got the same ending—he finished making thousands of paper cranes, yet, you still died.

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[luvvixu]

home sweet home series (dazai osamu)

genre: fluff & domestic

synopsis: a journey towards an adventurous parenthood of you and your husband, dazai osamu. watch and witness how your daughter grew up in dazai family household.

word count: ---

status: ongoing

chapters: 3/?

part 1

part 2

part 3

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[luvvixu]

so um i'm alive but dying cuz finals for my current semester is around. but im gonna drop another gojo ff (yep, still hadn't gotten out of gojo fever) probably this saturday idk

also, talk to me y'all ppl out there who can see this shit—wanna feel validated by y'all

[luvvixu]

happy new year, everyone!!

[luvvixu]

I REALLY LOVE YOUR GOJO FICS OMG IT SOOO GOOD!! I WAS WONDERING THO IF YOU COULD MAKE SOME GETO ONE LIKE THAT WOULD BE AWESOME. I LOVE YOUR WORKS, MS. SOLACE!!!

ooohhh thank you sm!! ill be also so sure to create some other more characters. but first, let me get out of gojo's fever first.

HE'S EATING ME ALIVE SMH HUHUHUHUHU

thank you again so so so much, btw. i really fo appreciate this kind of letter—it makes me more confident about writing mwaaaaa

have a nice day/night, everyone!!