#mahito is absolutely kissing his friends

[erigold13261]

Hanami loves her friends dearly… even though she doesn’t quite show it… peace and love on the planet earth…

Just because her facial expressions can't show how she feels, doesn't mean she doesn't show her love and care for her friends in different ways! (I mean, for fuck sakes, she went up against Gojo alone and on a whim just to save Jogo!)

She shows her care more through action. They all do honestly! But she also just gives out a ton of support, kinda like a beam that holds up a house, one that you don't see but you appreciate even if you don't realize it (and might sometimes take for granted).

I can see Mahito being a lot more verbal with his love and care for the rest. Definitely still touchy (giving hugs and kisses, either out of actual care or to annoy/piss off his friends), but is also ready to give out compliments and praise (though sometimes these are backhanded, it can be hard to tell because he uses the same or similar tone every time).

While Jogo is more of a tsundere, kinda. When dealing with his friends bullshit he is quick to fly off the handle and get mad, but he is never going to actually try and hurt them (just screaming and chasing, possibly a couple rough hits if he catches them, and by them most of the time it is Mahito).

But he can also show his care in a passive way, such as letting everyone huddle close to him if they are in colder area (especially Hanami who I can see getting a bit tired in the cold when not in a fight or on a mission or something). And just letting Mahito or Dagon have their fun roasting stuff over his head (something he would never willingly tolerate with anyone else that wasn't a friend).

Then Dagon is a more go-with-the flow kind of character (pre-evolved especially) and is always ready to follow whichever one of their friends they choose that moment. I also see them as having an "acts of service" kind of love language? If that makes sense.

Like domain expansion can take a lot out of the caster, and here Dagon is keeping it active for who knows how long just so their friends can have a nice beach spot to hang out in while they gossip and chit chat (plan world chaos). Dagon is absolutely showing love through helping their friends.

So Hanami and Dagon are the two that show their love and care through actions the most, while Mahito shows love through both action and speech, and Jogo shows it through action and inaction with some speech.

That's not even to mention their powers showing their emotions! Like Hanami just absentmindedly growing some flowers around her, any water near Dagon swirling a bit into whirlpools, Mahito's body changing unconsciously to show happiness, Jogo getting a little steamed up/overheated.

Hanami has plenty of ways to show she cares and loves her friends even if she can't properly make a face to show it! (though now I am thinking of Mahito giving Hanami a bunch of transifigured humans in the shape of emotion faces, like at a doctor's office, so she can use to help express her emotions better. She kindly refuses them).

But yes, they all know they care for each other (why else would they stick together through their crazy ass plan to take on Gojo? lol), so it truly is peace and love on the planet earth! (until it isn't)

[tsukimefuku]

THE FOODIES & GOODIES EVENT MASTERLIST — JUJUTSU KAISEN

Bento Box Blunder (by @pmpmyread) Pairing/Characters: Kento Nanami x f!Reader Tags/cw: None, barring the gratuitous mentions of food. Summary: You’d always admired Kento Nanami from a distance, even harbouring a small crush on him, sentiments you’d only allowed yourself to indulge within the safe sanctuary of your discretion. Then one day, you stole his lunch.

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Tuna Mayo (by @redlikerozez) Pairing/characters: Inumaki Toge x gn!Reader Tags/cw: Canon typical descriptions of violence, dealing with loss of limb, probably inaccurate description of making rice balls. Summary: Inumaki Toge tries to make rice balls in the aftermath of Shibuya. Reader helps him out. Or an Inumaki Toge-centric fic about dealing with the events of Shibuya while also being absolutely whipped for GN!Reader.

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Get that bread, Sir (by @rahuratna) Characters: Nanami Kento. Ijichi Kiyotaka. Tags/cw: fluff, comedy. Summary: One assistant. One sandwich. One ruthless adversary in the quest for quality bread.

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Love you a latte (by @kentocalls) Pairing/characters: Fushiguro Toji x f!Reader Tags/cw: Fluff. Summary: Lazy mornings with Toji and a passion for coffee.

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Lollipop kiss (by @tsukimefuku) Pairing/characters: Kusakabe Atsuya x gn!Reader Tags/cw: comedy, fluff, this man is completely clueless but reader isn’t making things any easier. making out and happy ending. there is a bartender very invested in the drama. a little suggestive if you squint. Summary: your workplace crush, kusakabe, is pretty dense when it comes to romance, so you try to ease things out with a bag of lollipops.

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My Cinnamon Girl (by @actuallysaiyan) Pairing/characters: Nanami Kento x f!Reader Tags/cw: smoking, general fluff Summary: Kento is your regular customer and one night when he really needs you, he ends up finding you outside smoking and you offer him some pastries.

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Love you a waffle lot, you know? (by @senseifupa) Pairing/characters: Higuruma Hiromi x f!Reader Tags/cw: sfw with smoochin, fluff, established relationship, soft Hiromi. Summary: Hiromi and you share warm moments over waffles.

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My "Batter" Half (by @seireiteihellbutterfly) Pairing/characters: Nanami x f!Reader Tags/cw: saw, fluff, cuteness. Summary: You decide to make one of your favorite South Indian recipes while accompanied by Nanami.

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Good Enough to Eat (by @fattybattysblog) Pairing/characters: Mahito x Female Original Character Tags/cw: Smut, inappropriate use of food and cursed techniques, temperature play, Mahito is his own content warning. Summary: "Can't I just visit a friend?" he asked slyly. "We'd have to be friends first," she grumbled. Mahito's laughter echoed through the room, a sound that made Hairi's skin prickle. He sat upright and rested his arm on his knee. "Touché," he said, licking another drip of ice cream. "But, you know, we're not so different. We could be friends." Hairi raised an eyebrow. "Friends don't usually show up unannounced and uninvited." "Isn't spontaneity the spice of life?" he leaned forward, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Besides, I think we both know there's more between us than just animosity." She scoffed, taking a defiant bite of her own cone. "In your dreams." "Actually... in yours," he purred, his gaze lingering on her lips.

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Egg Fried Rice (by @tiny-wooden-robot-fics) Pairing/characters: Geto Suguru x Original Female Character Tags/cw: Fluff, Mentions of food and alcohol, Flirting, Pre-established friendship, Geto and OC are roommates, There is some suggestiveness near the end, This is part of a series Summary: “I was,” she admits, “but I realized I didn’t feel like working out tonight and decided to make greasy food instead.” She raises an eyebrow, taking his spoon from him and helping herself to his bowl of fried rice. “And anyway, I’m allowed to eat and drink whatever I want, Suguru.” “The point of cooking enough for both of us is so we can each have our own… is it not?” He looks pointedly at the spoon in her hand.  “It tastes better when I take it from you,” she laughs. She holds a spoonful of rice up to his mouth. He hesitates only for a moment before letting her feed him.  “You’re definitely different,” he chuckles once he’s done chewing. He doesn’t realize he’s said the words aloud until she goes quiet, her brown eyes wide and staring. 

[totallybakedcake]

The man who owns that and makes it more important that his life

Nanami who is the most gentlemen of a boyfriend you can have.

Nanami loves, and I mean, loves fancy dates. It is just the way you come to him with the most beautiful smile, the way your hands wrap around his as you both walk in formal attire, the way you can be so elegant, that makes him internally the happiest and makes him come back to you.

Nanami has the most subtle ways to make you swoon for him without even realizing it. How can he just make your heart skip a beat by just removing his glasses?

Nanami, who always handles your tantrums with grace and makes you calm down in seconds just by pulling you to his chest and stroking your hair,.

Nanami, who buys many great body care products, smells heavenly. From head to toe, he smells so good with his products and even buys you all kinds of skincare, haircare, and even medicines that you forgot to buy that he already has.

Nanami, who does not say it but has a borderline obsession with lying on your lap, sleeping in your embrace, and even pressing both of your foreheads together, is the funniest thing to tease him about while he tries to hide his blush.

Nanami does not like your friend's drama or gossip; yeah, he can listen to it for a maximum 15 minutes, then leaves the room or just says, "Please, I cannot listen to this anymore. Leave me for all this nonsense."

Nanami does not enjoy pick-up lines, memes, your friends who talk about absolute odd things, or even a get-together at a club or a cheap restaurant. That's how he is; you can never get him to stop doing that.

Nanami, who does not like some sort of outing each day, would much rather be home, laying his head on your lap, and reading a book while the AC is on. He believes dates should be occasional in order to make them more special.

Angst section

Nanami, who never cracks any jokes, finally does when Yuji, Todo, and Mahito are fighting while he lays in your lap as you embrace him.

"Come on, sing me the best song I have ever heard, your laugh, for that you have to smile, sunshine."

Nanami, who just wants to hear you talk and smile at him for his last moments,.

Nanami, who brings his other hand to your cheek and caresses it with the most gentle touch, brushes away the tears that might fall and not stop.

Nanami, who finally praises Gojo and the others, says, "Gojo, without him, my life would be boring. I like him, you know? Yuji is the one to whom I will be leaving my will to protect others. The moment I saw him, it made me get memory flashes of Haibara, who was just like him; that's why I didn't want him to be injured."

Nanami talks about his best moment when you surprised him with a 3-month vacation to Malaysia, where you both had the best times of your lives. Ah, he cannot talk anymore and now just hears you talk and talk.

Nanami, who in his last moments brings you close and presses his lips to yours for the last time ever, feels like his first ever kiss. He can feel all that joy and love he felt when he kissed you for the first time.

It must have been a hot minute before he breaks the kiss and finally says his last words, "I love you more than my life name." Live for me, okay? Don't forget this grumpy but best boyfriend." As he closes his eyes, he sees your smile fade away into darkness.

[vrisrezis]

OMG I REALLY LIKE YOUR YAN!GETO AND GOJO HEADCANONS!! If you don't mind can I please request a yan!itadori? No pressure btw

Have a good night/day!

THANK UUU!!! Yan yuuji is sooo cute I love him :0 (featuring Sukuna lol)

Yan! Yuuji who would never kill somebody ….. not unless you asked him to of course…

Yan! Yuuji who’s disgusted by killing, especially to innocent people, but even to bad people… unless they’ve wronged you.. they deserve a fate much… much worse than death

Yan! Yuuji who is like a loyal dog .. that’s the best way to describe him tbh

Yan! Yuuji who loves to make you laugh, if he doesn’t make you laugh everyday he feels like he’s failed, like he’s nothing more than a pathetic weasel.

Yan! Yuuji who loves buying you gifts!!! Nonstop!!!! He will never stop… he believes no matter what you say, you deserve it. :}

Yan! Yuuji who does NOT budget money for himself bruh he be wasting all his money on you… he’d rather buy you something than feed himself (megumi is very worried abt him)

Yan! Yuuji who always lifts you up… he’s so sweet

Yan! Yuuji who loves sharing his clothes with you… you look cute with his clothes on… also it feels like you’re his

Yan! Yuuji who is terrifying when your life is threatened like even sukuna backs off … “he’s like … Jesus Christ wtf … what happened brat…” he’s like when junpei died cuz of mahito but so much worse

Yan! Yuuji who would blame himself if anything happened to you… would probably just tell you to kill him for being so terrible and he absolutely means it

Yan! Yuuji has strong feelings in terms of wanting to be the one to protect you and keep you safe, even if you’re stronger than him. Due to this fact he really beats himself up if he can’t protect you.. even if you only get slightly hurt,

Yan! Yuuji who is protective but not isolating. He loves seeing you get along with other people, and he doesn’t expect you to return his devoted feelings. He wants you happy above all else, even if that meant you’re with somebody else. But he still makes it known to you you’re everything to him.

Yan! Yuuji who would absolutely kill anyone that broke your heart though. He will straight up be your exes best friend when you’re dating them cause they make you happy, but once he sees the signs of them making you unhappy and miserable, he waits till you break up and goes in for the kill.

Yan! Yuuji who also notices a lot of toxic traits so he also recognizes his own, so he’s constantly trying to improve his behavior around you..

Despite this fact probably sees killing for you as a good thing cause it’s getting rid of those that put you at risk or in distress

Probably tries to form a pact with sukuna to make sure sukuna doesn’t hurt you, as well.

And Yan! Yuuji who would do anything to have that pact with sukuna cuz holy

Yan! Yuuji who, even if you aren’t dating, tells you how much he loves you constantly. He doesn’t bother hiding his feelings unless he thinks you’d be uncomfortable by them.

Yan! Yuuji who probably falls more in love if you get him to open up to you (esp post shibuya …) you’re so loving.. so trusting … so kind …

Yan! Yuuji who would be delighted to date you, but wouldn’t force it on you. It would come naturally, with you genuinely liking him.

Yan! Yuuji is a lovely boyfriend as well and the gifts, the protectiveness, increased tenfold but he tries not to be too overbearing (he is, but he still won’t isolate you from people)

Yan! Yuuji who just grumbles when sukuna teases him for his devotion towards you.. trying to get sukuna to shut up when sukuna starts talking in grave detail to you about how yuuji stalks the hell outta you

Yan! Yuuji totally stalks you but he’s not as bad as a lot of other yanderes so it’s just a short mention tbh

Yan! Yuuji who already wants to get married ..

Yan! Yuuji who is very clingy and very affectionate … constant kisses and cuddles for real

Yan! Yuuji who’s just a sweet boy … would really just do anything for your love and approval..

[cinnamon-girl-writes]

dinner dates ! jjk x reader series pt. 3/4

by @cinnamon-girl-writes

featuring: shoko, higuruma, mahito | see: part 1

ieiri shoko:

shoko is soooo lana del ray coded to me 🍒

so in my mind, she takes you to a fancy restaurant on the coastline

i know she has the salary of a school nurse but just hear me out~

she’s wearing a cream colored pantsuit with assorted gold jewelry

omg shoko is such a baaaabbbeeeee (respectfully) smash

anyways- you’re wearing a low-cut navy blue bodycon dress and your favorite jimmy choo’s that she got you for your birthday a few years ago ✨

she drives you there in her black cadillac ct5 with one hand on the wheel and the other holding a cigarette that she inhales from occasionally

when you get to the restaurant, she takes the car to the valet to have it parked and offers you an arm to lead you inside the restaurant

when you’re seated at you reserved table, after you’re served generous glasses of chilled dom perignon, you order only the finest foods: caviar, lobster, wagyu ribeye, and various other delicacies

your dessert assortment is even more lavish ✨

countless trays of pastries, cakes, fraises, and thing you can’t even name are set out in front of you; chocolate mousse cake, mini fruit tarts, serveral varieties of pudding, coconut cakes, lemon scones

all these shiny, expensive things, you think, but the only thing that matters is sitting right in front of you 💞

you pull a special surprise out of your pocket that you had been hiding excitedly all evening~ a 24 karat gold ring with the initials IS inscribed on it

you take your lover’s hand, slipping the dainty piece of jewelry onto her finger: “i love you, koko,” you explain, “thank you for sharing your life with me”

hiromi higuruma:

higuruma’s taking you to a lil steakhouse ✨

he just got off work, so he swings by your apartment to pick you up, still wearing his black suit-and-tie and white button up shirt

you’re wearing a fluttery red sundress that goes down to just about your knees with a little bow in the front 💋

his jaw absolutely drops when he sees you, his beautiful girlfriend, in that gorgeous dress !! he’s a lucky man 🥺

the drive to the restaurant is quiet, hiromi still trying to decompress from a stressful day at work

you make sure to tell him how proud of him you are, though because he works really hard 💞

the restaurant is super nice, the staff are friendly and the food is amazing!

you talk about all the things you’ve got going on in your lives right now

he tells you about the case he’s working right now, a divorce that’s fighting over custody arrangements

you tell him about your plans for the end of the year: visiting your mom in kyoto, your best friend’s birthday that was coming up, a new movie that you wanted to see in theaters

over all just very chill and domestic vibes 🥰

once you guys are done eating, he takes you back to his apartment where y’all get ready for bed (he lended you a pair of gray sweatpants and a black tshirt for you to sleep in)

you cuddle in his bed and watch grey’s anatomy until you both falling asleep, whispering sweet nothings and planting chaste kisses before you do ✨

mahito:

you can interpret this as canon mahito or human!mahito, whatever you prefer 🥰

so you and mahito are dating and are currently staying at a luxurious beach resort ✨

(i’m sorry i just couldn’t bring myself to write mahito at a restaurant because wtf 💀 there will be food in it though 🤷🏼♀️)

your villa is gorgeous, the warm summer breeze flowing through the open windows and linen curtains blowing about lazily

it’s huge, about six thousand square feet in total

but currently, you’re not inside the beach house; you’re laying by the shore, absorbing as much sun as you possibly can before you have to return to the city

your boyfriend is lying on the cot beside you, his arms folded above his head

the two of you had decided to order room service, so there were several trays of food on the little wooden table between you

there’s cebiche, orzo salad, intricately cut pieces of watermelon (you swear one looks to be in the shape of a familiar white-haired sorcerer), roasted chickpeas, and several other dishes you can’t name alongside two glasses of mai thai

you decide to try a couple options from the assortment, spooning a couple pieces into your boyfriend’s mouth that he eats reluctantly)

he does like the salad, though, claiming it has a ‘unique taste’ (you think he was just trying to make you happy by saying that)

as the sun starts to creep below the horizon, mahito rolls onto his side, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear

he leans over and plants a kiss on your cheek, then another one on your lips

as the two of you trudge tiredly back to your villa, mahito’s arm wrapped around your waist for support, he tells you how much he loves you and wishes every day could be like this 🥺💞✨

[exstasyplague]

UnPopular Jujutsu Kaisen Opinions (with arguments)

manga spoilers

☆ Yuji is the perfect MC

i've seen a lot of people trashing on him. some say gege writes him poorly and doesn't give him enough scenes, some say he's boring because he doesn't have any fancy cursed techniques. first of all, yuji has been aware of the jujutsu world for 6 months in manga; even less in anime. he doesn't have any OP cliche to him (looking at you Ichigo) and that makes him so much more enjoyable! when he loses he loses for good reasons and when he wins you can feel genuinely happy for him because you know he deserves it. he is a teenager and the shift in his mentalities embodies that perfectly; along with him we discover the cruelty and unfairness of the jujutsu world. at first, especially if you're a shonen watcher, you'd tend to believe he will shift to a high white knight borderline annoying mentality yet he doesn't, the jjk verse doesn't work like that. yuji is able to adapt. he has traits that you'd see in your real life friends: silliness, kindness, idiocy, love for jennifer lawrence etc but also traits that make him a perfect mc: empathy, resiliance, convinction, raw anger. + gege have him some of the HARDEST panels.

ㅡif it's just pain... Yuji Itadori won't ever stop

also. his last battle with mahito. hands down. best. panels.

mahito (another well structured villain) RUNNING for his life while yuji walks slowly behind him. if that doesn't show major improvement from the kid he was at the beginning idk what does. that's some MC shit right there man.

☆ Sukuna is not a fraud

the fraudkuna memes are funny. i admit. i'm sure mahoraga kisses him goodnight and tucks his blankey, however, sukuna is a fucking piece of shit, LOL (i mean it in the best way), my man literally became curse. people expect him to not use the weapons he has to his advantage as if he didn't want megumi from the beginning specifically for using his abilities. a good gun doesn't make you a military tier shooter. it's about the resources, it's about the experience, it's about the aim. "why doesn't he use his curse technique wah wah" — because he knows gojo is strong. unless he isn't absolutely sure he will strip him away from all his gimmicks, he has no reason to flaunt his true powers. sukuna wants to win. he wanted to kill gojo since the beginning of the series. i think the fight is balanced well, sukuna uses his resources and takes the consequences for being a tad too cautious. in the heian era when cursed energy had a purer, rawer output even domain expansions were simple in principles: you're in, i kill you. (line from the manga, btw) his CT is probably straightforward as well with a simple principle so having gojo use his infinity against it and figure out how to strip him naked would make him lose faster than todo called yuji his bestie.

☆ Gege doesn't hate women

because the unfortunate thing with nobara and yuki getting xd-d by kenjaku, a popular belief seems to be that gege is fond of trashing the women in his series. argument people have for that? "the only one in the spotlight is maki and she's female toji". first of all, if gege hated women he wouldn't write them as he does— each one of his lady characters is incredibly well structured and way beyond the love interest/ gotta be protected trope. mei mei, shoko, utahime, miwa and many others became non-existent, or what? even tengen is a woman. masashi kishimoto (the creator of naruto) is an author i'd say has 0 regards for women since the way most of his girl characters are built is literal dog shit. sakura is naruto's one sided love and a sasuke dickrider, hinata is a stalker that sharts when she sees naruto, karin is a sasuke dickrider, kurenai is asuma's chick and the only two women somewhat ok as a structure are tsunde and temari. (i am a big fan of the naruto series but i am spitting facts, also an avid sakura lover) plus there is a rumour that gege is a woman too and from the way sato sugu is written i'd agree anw

☆ Kenjaku is the best villain of the series

homie got railed by itadori's papi just for his plan, that's not even aizen level of plotting bro. he got drizzled in jizz and gave birth to yuji 💀

how good that d had to be for him to get impregnated....

ANYWAY jokes aside, he is very calculated and chill. he is not the strongest but his literal essence is to be a technique stealing leech and well, he's just that. with suguru, even in his villain arc you can empathize. sukuna is cool and straightforward: he wants to massacre people, kill gojo and then enjoy his life slashing random ass people who don't kneel is total submission.

kenjaku? bro, kenjaku has plans over plans and he executes all of them. even in geto's sexy body he still gets hated because there is genuinely nothing likeable about him. not because he's a poorly written character, he's written to be a piece of shit that makes you wanna break the screen when he gets a W and idk about y'all but even when he exorcised mahito i was like "aw hell nah bruh, get your hands off asap". may come as a shock, i know but we're like supposed to hate villains (not me being the biggest sukuna simp even in his crusty dusty OG form🤭) and well, nobody fucking roots for kenjaku. so gojo, go take your boyfriend's body or something fr.

☆ Yuta is.... mid

hear me out.

i don't hate him— not in the slightest. i hope he will actually have something going on with maki since apparently nobara is afk. i liked his entire rika situation but... bro.

yes, i will be going into the power system 😭I'M SORRY BUT like all he does is copy shit. wow. sure, he's a good copycat. i am not complaining about him being called so powerful and wtv but i don't find anything exciting about his battles and his personality is dead ass boring. do i get happy when he wins? yes. do i hope he'll come and save goatjo? yes. yes. yes. but people call him the real MC and all that shit... not even that— i... nothing in me likes him. my opinions are not absolute. his story is cool. i liked jjk 0 but the only thing that ruins his story is literally his lack of perosnality. and don't come at me for not grasping his depths or whatever. yuta is best fanfic y/n material because he can be turned into bashful stereotype really easily. "omg, best friend power, precious friends made me wanna live ❤️" very sweet HOWEVER very untouching for me. i only liked him when he made maki go all blushy because my girl deserves happiness.

☆ Toji actually cares about Megumi

is he the good father that would spoil his kid as a ray of sunshine?

no.

but he chose this. to forget about everything, to abandon his pride, to part himself away from the clan that rejected him and live his life on his own. megumi's mom made shit better for him and she died so his life became shit again. he thought that by entrusting megumi to the zenin clan he would actually be able to make something of himself since he had cursed energy.

also, people tend to forget just how conservative and judgemental the 3 big clans are, maki and mai have been shat on their whole life by the zenins, especially maki. toji went through the same shit if not worse. he wasn't always buff max version of himself, he wasn't born with anything. exactly because he gave up on all the things in his life he was able to reach that type of power and live with some purpose since he failed in everything else.

in the manga he has the option of coming back to life as long as he keeps killing sorcerers, which is his speciality, but he meets megumi, recognises him and kills himself in order to not hurt him. be fr. anciet sorcerers sold their booty holes to kenjaku to get a second chance at life.

ANYWAY. SADLY i can't post Toji memes since i reached my pic limits.

let me know what you think:) i may make a part 2. feel free to also ask for my opinions about anything in the verse, lol. if you wanna see my fics check my ao3, i promise i don't write in the same braindead way i type. <33

[hayatoseyepatch]

➼ Personality: Tell me a little bit about yourself. What are your pronouns? What are you like? Are you an introvert/extrovert? What are some of your interests? Give me as much to go off as possible to pair you with a match ♡︎

I am Steph. My pronouns are she/her. I'm a mix of introvert and extrovert. I tend to be very bubbly when I get to know you. I am eager to always put myself out there and try to make friends and build relationships. I love music (I collect vinyl) and watch a lot of movies. I bake from time to time, but I mostly have time to cook more. I like to connect with my roots a lot since I'm Guatemalan. I haven't cooked any of my motherland's dishes yet, but I bought a cookbook to experiment with.

➼ Fandoms: Which fandom do you want a match up for? JJK

➼ Trope: What are your favorite writing/fanfic tropes? I like to feel a sense of longing and romance. I'm super corny.

➼ What’s your Type: What do you look for in a partner? Do you have a type? What is it? What gender character do you want to receive of any specifics? My person needs to accept that I can be adventurous, but know that I have limits and won't just do anything. I often am quick to reveal everything about myself, and I'm not afraid of being an open book. I do like both male and female individuals, but I think I've mostly been familiar with males.

➼ Favorites: Who are your favorite characters in your given fandom? Satoru Gojo is my baby boo. Nanami Kento would be second.

➼ Icks: Are there any characters in your chosen fandom that you don’t wish to be paired with? Is there any type of character (personality, hero/villian, etc.) that you don’t like/wouldn’t want to be paired with?

I really really don't like Mahito. He makes my skin crawl.

AHH STEPHHHH ♡⸜(ˆᗜˆ˵ )⸝♡ Thanks so much for your congrats and for indulging me in my event. I hope you enjoy what I've cooked up for you.

I'm gonna match you with the one and only NANAMI KENTO! ♡

⤜♡→ Nanami Kento is an absolute sweetheart, complete husband material if I've ever seen it. You want devotion? Longing? Romance? Look no farther than Nanami Kento.

⤜♡→ Nanami is a former alternative kid, I can just imagine the both of you at concerts. It was a side of him only you got to see. His blazer long gone, replaced with a tight-fitting t-shirt and dark jeans as he was ready for the pit of your favorite group. There was something different about this side, just seeing him let loose and have fun, that made you fall for him just a little bit more.

⤜♡→ Yuuji is a constant visitor in your home. Nanami couldn't help the soft smile on his face. Sipping a cup of tea as he watched you two get so passionate about your interests. Yuuji was a yapper and he was more than happy to share that with you.

⤜♡→ I feel like Nanami is often mischaracterized as a boring workaholic. This is a grade-one sorcerer who just wants to travel. He is more than happy to indulge your adventurous side, so long as you are willing to indulge his.

Nanami knew he had been busier than he would have liked recently, he hated that his career often kept you both apart. First, it was his corporate job, and now sorcery. He sighed upon driving home, at least he had been able to get out early today. The others may tease him for his distaste of overtime, but if they had a loving partner waiting for them at home they would detest it just the same. He walked in the front door calling out that he was home as he stripped himself of his jacket, eyes narrowing as his shoes shortly followed. No response. That was odd. However, it didn’t take him long to find you, his heart melted upon seeing your sleeping form on your shared bed. Eyes soften with adoration as he brushes your hair from your face. Pressing a delicate kiss to your forehead.

Changing out of his work clothes he hums, heading downstairs to get started on dinner. He grins picking up the cookbook from the counter. He had known your want to connect more with your roots, though not having had the opportunity to try any of your culture’s foods. Nanami was an excellent cook if he did say so himself. So after a quick order of some of the ingredients you didn’t have, he got to work. He allowed you to recuperate some your energy, wanting to preserve it for his plans for the rest of the evening. Just as he was placing the finishing touches on the dish his ears pick up your soft footfalls as you come down the stairs.

He turns with a gentle smile collecting you in his strong arms, humming contentedly into your lips “Good evening my love, it seemed like someone was tired when I came home. I had some extra time so I decided to take a crack at one of the recipes from your book.” He sees your eyes widen with surprised delight. His shoulders relaxed, smile returning as he brushed his forehead against yours. “Next time we’ll try it together, hm?” He felt like he got to connect with you in a different way from making something from your culture. And what more could he ask for than to be the reason for your beautiful smile?

[after-witch]

Hi Theo! You always write such great yanderes, but do you have any that are your favorite? Both to write and enjoy?

Oohh. Thank you 'non. Let's see...

Chrollo is my favorite to write and read, I think. Absolutely terrible, awful, sexy man. I love the veneer of being a gentleman that he has. I love the way he can be charismatic, and you can fight it, but it doesn't matter if you do because he can do what he wants. I love that he'd always keep a reader on their toes, he has to, it's how he plays.

Feitan, too, but because he's so different just... emotionally repressed and physically violent and you can't even pretend domestic life with him. It makes for a lot of great dark scenarios involving gore or just... more extreme levels of confinement and post-kidnapping existence.

And Mahito too. Just!! Horrible sewer goblin, perfect. He would hurt me so so bad, and I love that so so much. His inhuman nature is like *chef's kiss* and the almost whimsical, childish, curious personality he has makes for great fun to read and write.

Smiling man, obviously. He's just... HIM. He is this otherworldly thing that makes deals and smiles and loves what he does. He can be tricky and cruel and he finds awful things fun and amusing. It makes my heart pound. But, I don't know if I've quite gotten into a yandere niche with him just yet. I waver on how to write him in it. Mostly my daydreams about him involve making deals or bad ends or "him encountering me someone who is super into folksy stuff and he finds it amusing and she believes the legends about him that she hears from her grandma or whatnot." rather than more specific yandere stuff, tbh. I hope one day someone else will write for him. I can't even find someone to commission ahhhh.

Shigaraki, always, always. especially "you guys are online friends first" dynamic, because it's so mean, to have your friendship ripped away with kidnapping. I also really ended up liking the whatever-I-called-it series with the reader who has an eating disorder. I like the idea of him struggling with trying to make reader take care of themselves. And the dynamic I'm creating for Tactical Compensation + its WIP part 2 is pleasing me too. Just... bored and condescending. ahh.

Dabi... but specifically "former BFFs with Touya" readers. The drama, the angst, the suffering on both sides. I love that kind of backstory drama. If Dabi's not suffering, I don't want it.

[absolute-flaming-trash]

Things I'm doing rather than my 600 followers event and my school work: This

I'm sorry

Pairing: Mahito x Reader

SFW

Word Count: 2'560

Warnings: Forced Relationship, Implied kidnapping, Escape attempt, Brief gore, Murder (not reader), Blood, Torture (not reader), Knives, Noncon kissing, Mahito is his own warning.

Bonus points if you can see what two scenes I got heavy inspo from

“So let me get this straight.” Your friend had their elbows resting on their knees -  hands pressed together in a prayer position with their fingertips against their lips, “You were kidnapped.”

“Yes.”

“Not by a man, but by a monster.”

“Yes.”

“A monster that it seems only you can see, but it can still interact with everyone else despite this.”

“Yes.”

“Are you sure you didn’t hit your head on your way here?”

“Damn it, I’m being serious!” You hissed, looking towards the living room window nervously, “I don’t know how long I have, I need a place to hide.”

They held up their hands in surrender, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. It’s just…” Their expression softened, “you’ve gone for weeks, hun, when others find out about your explanation, they’re going to throw you in the loony bin.”

You laughed dryly, “Yeah, and he would have endless fun with that.”

A beat of silence passed as they looked you up and down, eyeing you with concern.

“You really aren’t making this up…”

There was another stretch of silence as the weight in the room officially set in.

“...How did you get out?”

Flashes of memories far too fresh for your taste sent a chill down your spine, and you shook your head rapidly - drawing your knees up to your chest.

In all reality, it was pure and honest to god luck. You could barely remember half of the events that led to your escape, adrenaline doing its job in being one hell of a drug, but frankly you did not want to remember.

The thought of possibly having to do it again would break you completely.

The cushion beside you dipped with weight, and you felt your friends arms wrap around you - hugging you closely to their chest.

Your flinch was ignored by the both of you.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be asking you things like that.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “It’s fine.”

“No, it isn’t.” They moved their hand in soothing circles on your back. “Of course you can hide here, although I’m trying to think of the best place to put you while also not triggering the shit out of you.”

That made you laugh a little, dissipating the tension ever so slightly. “Just don’t put me in a basement, and we’ll be fine.”

They chuckled, hugging you closer. “No basement, got it.”

A somewhat comfortable silence fell between the two of you, and for the first time in ages you felt hope that maybe, maybe, you would soon be able to relax.

“I have an idea.” They said, releasing you gently and standing up, “Follow me, I’ll need your help.”

You obeyed, sending a last worried glance towards the window as you followed them out of the living room. Eventually you came to a stop in front of a closet in one of the hallways.

“Where I’m planning on putting you doesn’t have a lot of heat, so you’ll need these.”

They pulled out a pile of blankets - each differing in texture and thickness as he handed them to you. You took them wordlessly, setting your chin on top of the pile to keep it from falling over. They looked towards you and smiled warmly.

“You can never have enough blankets when utility is expensive as shit.”

Your lips twitched upwards as you were directed back the way you came - your friend sporting their own bundle tucked under their arm as they eventually led you out their back door into their yard.

It was a quiet night, and very clear. It had been a while since you had experienced one of them.

“In the absolute worst case scenario, I thought this would be the best place.” They explained, nodding towards a small shed that was in the back left corner of their yard. “I haven’t used it in a while, but I still keep it pretty tidy so you should be somewhat comfortable until you feel enough time has passed to move to a place that’s a little more conspicuous.”

They leaned against the wooden door with their shoulder and it opened with little resistance. Inside, moonlight illuminated the contents, revealing an assortment of all kinds of tools - all of which had a thin layer of rust on them.

“Pretty much anything that’s sharp is either on the upper hooks or in a drawer, so unless you are explicitly trying, you won’t have to get a tetanus shot while you’re here.”

They set the blankets down on one of the steel counters before facing you fully, resting a hand on your shoulder. “But in all seriousness, by having you in here, you are completely out of sight. I’ll bring you food for as long as you want to stay, and you’re absolutely free to leave at any time. However, for the sake of staying as hidden as possible, I’d recommend only coming inside when you need to use the washroom. Is that okay?”

You nodded, tears filling your eyes. “I can’t even begin to think how to thank you.”

They smiled kindly, “You can thank me when this is over.”

With that, they left; leaving the door open behind them as they made their way back into their house.

The breath you hadn’t realized you were holding left you in a long sigh. This was really happening. You were really here.

There was still the gnawing sensation in the back of your mind, screaming at you to go back before Mahito found out you were gone, but it was far too late for that. He would have undoubtedly noticed by now, and you’d be doing your dignity and pride a favor by not crawling back to beg for forgiveness.

You doubted he’d listen to such pleas, anyways.

You set the blankets down in a corner at the back of the shed. It was partially hidden by the counter, leaving a three foot gap for you to curl up and tuck yourself out of sight, in theory anyways.

The blankets your friend had carried were layered on top of the others, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to lay down just yet.

Drawer contents rattled softly as you pulled each of them open, taking some of them completely out of the slot to get a better angle with the moonlight to see what was inside before putting them back. You stopped at the fifth one, reaching in and pulling an old, dusty box cutter and holding it up to the moonlight.

It had definitely seen better days, but the slide wasn’t stuck which was good news. You pressed the blade out, snapping the rusted tip off and placing it towards the back of the counter out of harm's way.

You stood in the doorway for a moment analyzing the knife before slowly closing the door, enveloping you in darkness.

It would have to do.

Curling up in your corner, you buried yourself under several layers of blankets - exacto knife clutched closely to your chest. The exhaustion of it all came to a head, and you let your eyes shut for your first night by yourself in a long time.

You woke to the sound of glass breaking and muffled shouts.

Ice replaced all the blood in your veins and all the air was sucked from your body. You didn’t dare move, not a single inch. A sweat broke out all over your body, your grip around your impromptu weaponing tightening as you put all your effort into keeping your panic as silent as possible under the blankets.

A naive part of you questioned if it could be a robber breaking into one of the neighbouring houses, but that would have been too much of a coincidence.

You knew better.

The noises suddenly came to an abrupt halt, the previous evening silence returning, however its peace was now tainted with fear.

It was the not knowing that killed you inside. The overwhelming urge to leave the shed and enter the house to see what had become of your friend had to be stomped out, and you pressed yourself against the wall as much as you possibly could; hoping that your corner looked like a heap of old blankets rather than anything else.

There was no way to know how much time had passed between the crushing silence and the groan of the shed door on its hinges, but it stood still when you heard the sing-song call of your name.

“Come out, come out, wherever you are~.”

The inside of your mouth filled with blood as you bit down on your cheek to stop your whimpers from escaping, but it was impossible to keep yourself from flinching at a sudden, and incredibly loud *CRASH* sounded out. He must have been pulling things out of the cabinets looking for you.

The second time it happened you were ready, but you still flinched from the impact of several objects falling onto your blankets.

“There you are!”

Dread sank in your stomach and you pressed your lips together to keep your cries in while praying that his declaration was one of assumption of where you were rather than set in fact.

The latter was proven to be the case as the blankets were ripped away from you with ease, the shock from the cold air and exposure to your monster making you gasp.

As soon as he locked eyes with you, Mahito smiled - looming over you with satisfaction.

“Boo.”

You sat up, pushing the blade of the box cutter halfway out and pointing it towards him with as much menace as you could muster. He looked down at your weapon of choice curiously for a moment, then back to you, his smile widening.

“You’re so cute, you know that won’t hurt me.”

“I can fucking try.”

To prove your point you took a swipe at him when he reached out to pull you up. Mahito dodged it effortlessly, his eyes darkening for a moment before disarming you faster than you could blink. The gap between you was closed just as fast, the tip of the blade now inches away from your own face.

You braced yourself, not even daring to breathe as he looked between you and the knife, the tension in the air increasing tenfold when he pressed his thumb against the slide - pushing out the blade as far as it could go.

The cheerful expression he gave you next was like whiplash.

“This won’t do a thing unless I let it, watch!”

To your absolute horror Mahtio opened his mouth and pressed his tongue against the blade, dragging it upwards like licking a lollipop. You couldn’t take your eyes off the grotesque display as you watched his tongue split into two, only minimal amounts of blood dripping down his chin and onto your blankets before the gashes closed on either side once he reached the tip of the blade - creating two separate tongues.

“There you go,” he popped his lips, looking back towards you in glee, “see?”

It was a miracle you weren’t sick right then and there.

He began to say something else, but the words went over your head as you focused all your energy in not throwing up on the spot. After a moment, the sound of your name brought you back to reality temporarily enough to shift your attention to his face, and you let out a gasp of simultaneous disgust and surprise when you felt his lips press against yours.

If it wasn’t a task not to puke before, it certainly was now. You tried your best to keep your lips clamped shut, but the effort was just as futile as your attempt with the box cutter. The sensation of two tongues invading your mouth made you squeal, unable to move while Mahito did as he pleased - moaning into your mouth and making you gag at the vibration. You didn’t dare bite him or push him away.

He broke it off almost as suddenly as he initiated it, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips for a moment before it snapped.

His eyes were half lidded when he spoke, “Now that I have your attention, we really do need to talk.”

You were yanked up harshly by your wrist, the skin burning underneath his grip as he hauled you out of the shed back towards the house.

“Now, we’ve been together long enough to know each other pretty well, don’tcha think?”

You yelped when your shoulder clipped the back door frame. He hummed contently in response as he weaved his way through the rooms.

“I think so too, so you know that whenever I make promises, I’m going to follow through with them, right?”

He came to an abrupt stop, holding you so your faces were mere inches apart and searching your face as you nodded - giving you yet another smile when you let out a meek “Yes”.

“Good! So this shouldn’t be a surprise.”

He pushed on your shoulder, turning you away from him as he spoke and you came,face to face with the grotesque remains of your friend.

Disfigured didn’t even begin to describe the state they were in, they were massacred.

It was obvious he didn’t just transfigure them, the blood that streaked across the walls and ceiling like a horrific Jackson Pollock painting was more than enough evidence that he took joy in beating them within an inch of their life.

The fact Mahito had kept them alive was another torture inofitself.

The only indicator they were still with you was a sickening gurgle as they attempted to say your name as you made eye contact, and your stomach twisted into knots.

They only managed to get half of it out as a tear fell down your face, and bile rose in your throat.

The look you sent him was withering, “You’re a fucking monster.”

Mahito waved his hand dismissively, “Semantics, I told you what would happen and you didn’t listen.” He walked over to the remnants of your friend, propping his foot up like he was fucking Captain Morgan, “I made it very clear when we first got together, ‘leave me, and it won’t be just you who suffers the consequences.’,” he gestured to the lump beneath him, “so this is just as much your fault as it is mine.”

The sorrow in your heart quickly shifted to anger, “I didn’t make you do this!”

“Oh but you did!” The look on Mahito’s face was haunting as he reached into his pocket, pulling out the same box cutter from the shed, “and to make you fully understand that, you’re going to finish what you had me start.”

Confusion set in first before the gut sinking horror, and you shook your head frantically - too appalled to even say anything. You knew it was dangerous to refuse him - especially at this point - but you didn’t care. There was a very clear line in the sand that you absolutely refused to cross.

But it was clear that meant nothing to him.

He clicked his tongue, staring at you for what felt like ages before he gave you the most sinister grin you had ever seen.

“Tell you what,” he placed his palm on their skin. Your eyes widened in terror.

“Instead you get to choose how they go.”

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[angelamajiki]

mafia au sukuna where he doesn’t tell his wife what he does and forbids his men as well bcus he thinks she’s too precious. somehow she finds out and leaves him. only for him to find, kidnap and “re-educate” her. re-education meaning 1) she learns how his love for her is set permanently to unhealthily obsessive and 2) she is tied face down, ass up to a king sized bed and he eats her holes until her legs give out. and you know yandere, breeding kink, mommy/daddy kink. all the good stuff

cw: kidnapping, noncon, mentions of torture and suicide, mentions of forced pregnancies

a/n: baes take this while i attempt to finish this kinktober fic </3

mmm making me think of his wife trying to surprise him one day when he’s at work and stumbles upon something…unsavory at his place of business. did she mean to find her husband and his “co-worker” mahito in the midst of the torture of a young man who happened to be late with his payments? of course not. did that make it any better? of course not.

the lunch you made him was all but forgotten when you dropped it and was already running out of the room before it hit the ground. sukuna knew this day would come eventually, but to have to see you witness his work done by his own hands enraged him. you weren’t supposed to fear him like his men or clients do. whatever fool let you slip past them and into his office would pay dearly once he’s caught you.

poor thing, so fragile and frightened even days after your accidental encounter. he wasn’t surprised at the emptiness of his home when he came rushing in. all of your belongings were just as you'd left them the morning of, but the house was cold without your cooking and lounging about. he knows you must be terrified to return to him, but he's determined to show you there was nothing to fear when you were in his arms.

finding you at such a dingy place disgusted him, mostly because he couldn't stand the sight of you not being absolutely spoiled by him. it was a smart move to check into a motel with cash and a fake name, but not smart enough to trick him. he tried to be apologetic and comforting when he forced you into his car, shushing your crying and begging with kisses, containing your thrashing with a suffocating embrace. thankfully, you tired yourself out before arriving back at home.

and he certainly wasn’t expected a warm welcome when you awoke back in your bed with nothing but his shirt and restraints on your body. it wasn’t like he wanted to gag you, but he knew your crying would just interrupt the talk he would need to have with you. the cat was already out of the bag, so there was no need to beat around the bush.

he tried to be good to you, he really did. shielding you from his true desires and line of work was only going to make you happier with him, but you had to go and mess it up. but it’s okay, he's not mad. really! it just means he gets to show you just how deeply he loves you. he’d kill himself before ever thinking about raising a hand to you, but your family and what few friends he’s been so generous in letting you keep? who's to say they wouldn’t get caught in the crossfire if you decided to run away again.

see, can't he be good for you? making you moan and cry out so sweetly for him. sure these hands have killed countless people, but for you, he wants them to bring you endless adoration and pleasure. nursing on your pretty little clit until you were writhing and shaking left him satisfied knowing just how well he understood your body, understood you and your needs.

“look at you, pretty girl. your body does well to remember who owns this spoiled cunt.”

maybe this all started because you were feeling lonely while he was busy being the breadwinner. that's okay, sweetheart, he's more than happy to give you a family to keep you company when he's not around <3

[kunikuzxshi]

Ok so I think I have a decent grasp on jjk characters, so I’ll try my hand at it not sure how well I did

Random relationship headcanons

Gojo, Itadori, Megumi, Mahito, Sukuna

Fluff & GN! Reader

Gojo

He wants to “take things slow” he says

And then by tomorrow morning he’s already got half of his and your closet in a new apartment

Acts like an immature kid a lot, and he does have his moments where he acts his age, but cmon… he wore a skirt and showed it off ffs

That being said, he has no shame in wearing your clothes. Probably wears more of your clothes than his

You got a new hoodie? Watch him walk around in it on top of his usual clothes. Could be a heatwave outside and he’d insist on wearing it still

I think he’d like trying on sunglasses with you, or at least picking them out, even if you don’t wear them

Annoying as hell but you signed up for this

Those clothes from earlier?? If they’re too small, he’s still gonna wear it, and it’ll probably be torn or stretched out by the time you get it back

Also smells like his cologne

He likes showing off around you. Not like he didn’t before, but more so with you than anyone

Might beat megumi’s ass just a little harder during training if he knows you’re watching

Probably brings you at least a little snack once a day

Sets the absolute worst picture of you as his wallpaper. Might frame it too

Likes it when you give him kisses around the general area of his eyes

Probably wakes you up in the middle of the night because he can’t sleep and wants you to baby him until he falls asleep

Spoils the absolute shit out of you. Bitch could be a model. Worst case scenario, he takes up modeling as a side job just so he can have money to spoil you rotten, even if you don’t want anything

I think his ideal date would be either something like an amusement park or just a day walking around Tokyo

Megumi

Sweet little shy guy

Not really big on PDA in public but he’s all over you when you’re alone

Really likes seeing you in one of his button-up shirts, like the white one he wore not long after he was introduced

At least tries to learn more cooking recipes than just itadori’s meatballs for you

Might not be good but he has potential, and he’s trying at least

He cuddles up to you when you’re working or lays his head in your lap until you’re finished

Might bring out one of his shikigami every once in a while if you want. Your pick of course

Pretty protective. Not in a sense that you can’t have friends, but he’s skeptical if it’s not someone he’s at least seen around a few times

100% will throw hands if someone even makes a slightly insulting comment about you unless it’s a friend of yours and you’re fine with it

Probably has at least 1 outfit similar to one of yours, or a hoodie like yours but in a slightly different shade of that color

I don’t think he hates public PDA but he won’t really return it. Maybe hand holding or a hug but that’s about it

Only exception is when you’re injured, then he’ll be slightly more affectionate

Tries to get into whatever activities you like or any clubs you’re in

Definitely likes binging shows with you

He likes falling asleep with your head against his chest or his neck

Probably gets really embarrassed when you kiss him in public and tries to hide it

His favorite date is probably just a simple at home date. Maybe he’ll cook with you, maybe he’ll just set up a movie night

Itadori

Simp

Energetic as hell but if you’re not like that then he can tone it down for you

He tries to go above and beyond for you. Most of his “studying” is probably just him looking up date and/or gift ideas

Makes it known that you’re his. Not like the possessive way, but he just shows a lot of PDA the first week or two after he knows you’re serious about a relationship

Probably tells really corny jokes

The type to send you really random pictures of himself. They’re either really pretty or really stupid pictures of himself

Actually takes good pictures of you… most of the time

Literally a simp for you. If you told him to put his hand in fire he probably would if it really made you happy

Gets you really fancy perfume just because he likes the scent so he figures you would too

Just as affectionate in public as he is alone

Has matching hoodies

Likes giving you piggyback rides every once in a while (if you don’t ask)

Makes sure you’ve eaten everyday and makes you food if you didn’t, or at least buys food

Probably feeds you in public

Anything you give him is automatically a sacred treasure to him honestly

It could be an empty lipstick tube and he would act like it’s a gift sent from the heavens

Cooking together is definitely a date night option. Whenever you cook together, he lets you pick something new to try

Sukuna

An absolute little piece of shit

Laughs like a psychopath at the stupidest things

Probably trips you every once in a while and then feels a little bad when you get a bruise or a scrape from it

Protective asf

Probably watches you everywhere you go bc yknow, curses. And Gojo

Picks you up, puts you somewhere, and then goes back to kill whatever was bothering you

Doesn’t act like it but he thinks it’s a little cute when you try to stand up for him not like he needs protection

Probably tries to fluster you and then ends up embarrassing himself

Does get you a few things you like just to show you that he hasn’t lost interest in you. Nothing big, but it’s something

Doesn’t really do dates but I think he’d secretly like just doing whatever makes you happy

Temperamental and annoying

He does get pissed off easily and might yell at you but the second you start crying or just look upset it pretty much just kills him, even if he doesn’t show it

Really likes making you feel small and hates when you try to do it back

Tries to annoy you most of the time but gets annoyed when you don’t react

Randomly pokes you in weird spots when he wants your attention or “accidentally” nudges you in the side of your stomach

Entitled but tries to at least include you

Mahito

Realistically, he probably just lives with you

It’s either that or he lives in the sewers and I don’t think either of you want that… unless he pisses you off, then maybe

Enjoys board games with you or card games, but he’s a sore loser

Expects you to baby him 24/7

Actually somewhat soft when you’re alone

Tries his best to protect you and does not let you leave the house after he made his first big appearance

Anything you need, he’ll get if you bug him enough, just don’t go out alone

Likes leaning against your shoulder and/or letting you brush his hair

Makes a lot of “that’s what she said” jokes, or maybe that’s just me..? I feel like he would too

He’s a young spirit so what do you expect?

Not really mature but he isn’t like 5 year old immature. Probably 6 at minimum

Depending on your personality, he’ll be more immature or mature than usual

Likes poking you when you’re annoyed or busy just to piss you off

Acts upset when you push him away and then acts like a spoiled brat if you don’t pay attention to him

Needy asf

Casually walks around in little to no clothes no matter how long or short you two have been together

Let’s his hair fully down when he plans on staying with you for the rest of the night

Let’s you wash his hair and likes trying whatever food you’re eating

Realistically, dates are probably board games nights and naps

[lovenona]

ON THE SACRED BONDS OF BROTHERHOOD.

synopsis; choso may be their beloved frat brother, but he’ll always be your brother first. (for the frat au collab.) 

pairing; frat boy! choso x f! reader

contains; stepcest, dubcon (reader is under the influence but having a good time), extensive descriptions of knife play and blood play, marking (choso carves his name into you), oral (f! receiving), borderline yandere/possessive choso (he loves you A Lot), choso goes from mean to Soft, consumption and romanticization of drugs and alcohol, (1) use of ‘angel’, reader is afab and uses she/her pronouns, this is essentially all foreplay and ends before the fucking because i got tired, minors do not interact or perish

word count; 6.5k

the yard outside is clean, well-kept. there’s talk that the house’s landlord is a retired gardener who receives great joy from keeping up the hydrangeas and peonies along the sidewalk. it’s certainly award-winning, that front yard, with its colorful blossoms and plush bees circling the mailbox. 

they’re so lucky, students bemoan on their way to and from class. i can’t believe the frat boys get to live there. i bet they don’t even know how lucky they are.

it’s a seemingly kind house from the outside – recently renovated with navy blue paint and white trimming, a large front porch and a few inviting windows. the place that omega lambda now calls home is, simply put, a dream. it sits just a few minutes from campus and it tells the street proudly, fondly, that there is no better place to be than here.

it’s true, in some respects, that omega lambda likes to see themselves as above the sweat and grime of their fellow frat brothers. they don’t spend their weekends “fucking and drinking” and tracking dirt across the carpet like animals. their fun is calm, refined: to be invited to a night with omega lambda means a night of smoke curling into the air, of gossip over olive-colored couches, of pills under tongues, of ease and relaxation.

it’s slower than the others, they say in the back of monday morning lectures, but no less extreme, no matter what those boys try and tell you.

i think i was tripping for days, the girl from psychology 101 boasted. whatever the fuck yuuji gets is strong. 

such stories amaze you: and even as you stand on the sidewalk outside the perfect blue house, petunias curling inward with the evening breeze, you cannot believe they are real. it’s hard to imagine the face of your beloved stepbrother tied to these antics. it’s hard to imagine that the boy who used to come home every winter and summer with bloodshot eyes and a beat-up skateboard also swore a loyal, unbreakable oath of brotherhood to a band of boys you’ve never met. 

it’s hard to imagine that your own stepbrother, choso, the one who taught you how to ride a bike and how to apply eyeliner and how to kiss without teeth, quite literally runs what has been dubbed the chillest fraternity on campus.

but yet, here you are, new to university, fresh-faced and eager, cowering outside the door of the omega lambda residence. your favorite skirt hovers around your thighs and you tug at the collar of your shirt, fiddle with the charm of the necklace choso gave you for your birthday a few years ago. 

he’d invited you here almost immediately after learning that you and your roommate had tried your hand at partying with beta pi epsilon. naoya is trash, choso’s fervent texts read the next morning. absolute dick – don’t trust him. come hang out with us instead. he’d attached the address of the blue house along with a reminder to have a snack and take some medicine for your godforsaken hangover. 

the message had taken you a little by surprise. choso’s always been sweet to you – doting, even, if you wanted a better word for it – but you hadn’t been sure how he’d handle attending the same university. your other friends all complain that they’d rather die than see their families; twins separate after orientation, brothers and sisters look the other way if they pass each other in the quad. you feared choso would be the same, that the omnipotent attention he gave you at home would completely dissipate the moment you moved into your dorm.

but his text reaffirms you, if anything. and although your roommate had opted to be wined and dined by the boy from calculus this evening, you don’t mind attending alone. her absence from your side only means you will be able to see your stepbrother without a distraction.

the music buzzes through the door as you knock and wring your fingers on the doorstep. should you just walk in? should you text choso and wait for him to fetch you? the ins-and-outs of frat etiquette cloud your mind until the door swings open and you’re met, face-to-face, with a young pink-haired man dangling a blunt from one hand and his phone, opened to his spotify playlist, from the other.

“hi,” you say, words foreign in your throat. “choso invited me?”

“oh, cool,” itadori yuuji says, shrugging his shoulders like he never would have questioned it. “come on in. you can put your shoes over there.” 

while omega lambda is not packed from wall to wall as your night at beta pi epsilon had been, the various couches propped against the walls and surrounding the living room coffee table are nearly packed to the brim with the frat brothers and their guests. the air, hazy with smoke and desire and drinking, shifts and swirls as it curls around purple LED lights before fogging up the windows and disappearing up the stairs. it is warm here, easy, like dropping into the depths of a pleasurable dream.

“there’s drinks in the kitchen,” yuuji is saying, voice thick with his high, “and we’ve got some other stuff on the table, although you’ll have to pay yuuta for those–” 

yuuji’s narration is cut off as a familiar figure crashes into yours, sweeping you into a hug so tight you fear your bones will snap from the pressure. choso smells like the cologne you bought him for his birthday, like fresh laundry and comfort; you breathe him in, deeply, and let yourself relax into the soft cotton of his black t-shirt.

“glad you could make it,” choso mumbles into your skin. he draws back slightly, drinks you in, your little skirt and your dainty socks that he’s always been partial to. he looks from you to yuuji, still vibing to the side with his playlist, and his eyes crinkle in what must be mirth.

“it’s good to see you,” you say. 

“you saw me at lunch with mom last week.” choso smiles, the black line across his nose crinkling when his eyes light up. 

“you get what i mean.” you tap his shoulder, lightly, as emphasis. the anxiety dissolves; it’s you, and him, like it’s always been. it’s your stepbrother choso who watches your shadow and wraps you up to keep the rest of the world at bay. 

but the tender moment is broken when someone, a tall blonde girl with the aura of a lioness, calls out to choso to ask him for assistance. he looks at you, a bit forlorn, before telling yuuji to help you get settled in and making his way to the other end of the living room.

“yes, this way!” yuuji grabs your arm and drags you across the floor like you’ve known each other forever. “i make some fucking good drinks if i do say so myself.” 

which, consequently enough, is how you find yourself losing your mind within the walls of omega lambda. 

it’s not that you’re a virgin to the world of cocktails and lime and pills: it’s that you’re too sweet to know when to stop. it’s hard to tell yuuji no more, thanks when his face is so bright, when he and the strange, blue-haired frat brother mahito are asking you to try this and try that and to let us know what you think. 

so you let yourself sway through the house, from couch to couch, listening to this mahito boy tell you about his latest philosophy courses as he dances cold fingers across your shoulders, listening to yuuji explain the very serious business of pulling an all-nighter without coffee, watching the LED lights shift from purple to blue and back again.

(you’re not sure where choso is. perhaps, in your altered state, he’s sitting just across from you and you don’t even know it. but you don’t mind, because his brothers get along with you just as well. you don’t mind, because you’re too drunk or too high to know any better.) 

“and how are you doing?” a dark-haired man slides into the empty couch space next to you. arms littered with various tattoos and dark hair pulled back into a casual half-bun, he could have been your beloved choso had he not exuded such finesse, such arrogance, which choso could never be capable of doing.

“i’m alright,” you say, but you’re more than alright. the room is so warm and your brain is so fuzzy that you might melt into the couch if someone looked away for even a minute. “i don’t think we’ve met before? i’m choso’s stepsister.” 

he simpers, a humid thing, one that coils around your eyelids and sets your insides alight. “ah! i’ve heard a lot about you. it’s nice to meet you.” he holds out a manicured hand; black nail polish glimmers in the dim light. “geto. i’m one of choso’s frat brothers.” 

his handshake might take your soul with it. his hands are smooth, refined. you swear he can feel your quickening pulse as you introduce yourself. he watches you like you might be the only person in the room, like you might be the sweetest thing to have ever crossed the threshold. and filled with rum and liqueur and confidence you take it, gladly, because you’re young and the thought of university still puts stars in your eyes. 

“so what are you studying?” geto is saying, prying you apart, picking through your history. he’s in his final year and you’re in your first and he knows all there is to know while you still have nothing. you latch onto him because he gets it, because he’s handsome, because you’re silly and desperate and drunk. somewhere along the way your thighs touch and his hand greets your shoulder and you think that you finally made it into his lap because mahito complained that the couch was too full. 

geto smells like expensive cologne. you smell vaguely of lemons and shampoo. yuuji jokes with you from across the table and you like it, the way these brothers’ eyes fall on you. 

so you spiral, further and further, into a daze you cannot escape from. you barely react to geto’s firm hand snaking up your bare thigh because you are too busy trying yuuji’s latest creation and asking mahito for more of whatever he gave you. it’s fun, it’s weightless; you feel beautiful, supreme, like the kind of college girl you’re supposed to be. you’re desirable, cute. you’re the girl to be in love with, the one who sets the scene.

those rumors were right. the party is certainly slower than the other frats you’ve visited, with more emphasis on sitting and vibing than on dancing and drinking games, but no less extreme. you’re so far out of your brain that you wonder briefly if it will ever be possible to come back down. maybe you’ll be her, on monday morning, the girl who’s still tripping.

“you know,” geto is saying, his breath eerily close to your pulse, a moment away from pressing a kiss to your cheek, your neck, “you should stop by more often.” 

“yeah?” you hope you sound sexier than you are. “i’d love to–”

“excuse me,” choso’s voice cuts through your lazy fantasy like the sharp fall of a guillotine. “i’d prefer if you didn’t hit on my sister, geto.” 

geto’s laugh reverberates against your back, your ears. his grip on you lightens immediately, and whatever words he’d saved for you die away. “i’m not,” he says, but his voice is too easy to be honest. “just keeping her company. right, sweetheart?”

you’re finding it hard to see straight. caught in this game of cat and mouse you find you can do nothing but sit lamely in geto’s lap and watch choso’s favorite necklace reflect the purple light. it’s only after a revolution around the sun you realize you haven’t spoken, that you’ve done nothing but hover, a lot of drunk and a little high and a little nervous, between one man and the other. you mumble a yes in affirmation but it’s clear from the tension that choso doesn’t believe it. 

“oh, for fuck’s sake,” choso sighs. “come on, then. you’ve had enough for one night.” familiar arms lift you off the couch and you stumble, much like a baby gazelle, into the safety of choso’s chest. the room spins with the sudden change; you cling to him like a lifeline as you abandon the party to head upstairs. 

of course, bedazzled out of your mind, you do not question when choso leads you to the end of the hallway and over the threshold of his bedroom. it feels expected in a way, safe, as if the party had always been meaning to end here. as if there was no other place you should be.

“so?” choso asks, casually, shutting the door behind him with a damning click. “did you enjoy being a little whore with my brothers?”

his words take a long moment to settle in your ears. you’re caught in the swirl of euphoria in your brain, the black t-shirts scattered across the floor, the small houseplant you once bought him seated on the windowsill. it warms your heart to see it there, after all this time.

“well?” choso demands your attention. he takes your jaw in his hand and lifts your eyes to meet his gaze. his silver rings, imposing and cool on slender fingers, burn into your heated flesh like embers. his eyes swim with distaste and you know it’s your fault, somehow, but when the walls tilt and your rationality fogs over, you can’t quite pinpoint why.

“i–” your words catch in your throat. it’s clear, from the darkness in his eyes, from the way his nails dig into the soft flesh of your jawline, that anything you say to defend yourself will be futile. it’s choso’s world, you’ve always known, and even now, you’re merely living in it. 

“i invite my sister to see me, because i miss her,” choso’s words nestle themselves deep into your bloodstream, settling amongst the brandy and wine, “and she chooses to spend the night bending over for my brothers. how do you think that makes me feel?” 

it’s a look you know: a look that has haunted you for hours and days, a look that you know better than any other. it’s the look that guides the hand between your legs at night and the look you recreate in your mind’s eye when your vibrator just isn’t enough. you’re crumbling already, like sand beneath his touch.

“i’m sorry,” you say to him, but the words are soft and whispered things, shy beneath the weight of your own guilt and disappointment. “i didn’t mean to–” 

“no,” choso admonishes. he steps closer, guiding you backwards until his bedsheets brush the backs of your knees. “of course you didn’t. you’re still too dumb to know what you’re doing.” his voice, evenly condescending, hardly matches the gentle brush of his fingers as he moves to cup your cheeks. you close your eyes against it, savoring the shivers he sends across you body with every heartbeat, every movement. “still need your big brother to keep you in check.” 

you do not respond: he does not intend for you too. instead choso presses you back until you fall onto his bed, crawling over you to cage your body beneath him like a predator and its prey. your brain falters with the sudden movement, with the lateness of the hour and the depravity of your position, but you can do nothing but look at him with your helpless doe-eyes while something saccharine pools in your belly. 

“look at you,” choso says. “high out of your damn mind. good thing i caught you when i did. who knows what would have happened.” 

you believe him, you do, especially when choso dips his head to kiss you and demands your subservience. his tongue licks the aftermath of your cocktails from your lips and claims the expanse of your mouth, your teeth, your sanity. you let him take you, body and soul, even when you’re clamoring for air and freedom. there is no safety but choso’s lips, flavored with his cinnamon chapstick, no sacred home but the warmth of his mouth. 

“there’s my girl,” choso breathes, nose brushing against yours as he pulls back for air. “going to be good for me now? going to make it up to your big brother?” 

he doesn’t wait for a response; fingers dance along the silk of your blouse as he undoes each button, one by one, letting his fingers dip slyly against the newly exposed expanse of your collarbone and your chest and your stomach. you make no move to stop him, caught somewhere between choso’s aura and reality and time. 

(and maybe in another life you would have stopped him. maybe in another life you would have been ashamed. but it’s choso, your sworn protector and god among men, and you would be a fool to try and stop the one who knows best. he is safety, protection. who knows what would have happened if he hadn’t taken you away when he did.) 

“is this new?” choso asks, studying the curve of your bra as he rests against your hips. “who are you trying to impress?” 

it’s thin lavender lace, choso’s favorite. your face warms at the observation and you turn your head away, nestling among the sheets, as if you could escape choso’s eyes: but his fingers still trace the material and you can still hear him breathing and you know he will never look away. 

“i just got it,” you answer, humbled and mildly humiliated and certainly a little fucked up. the words are slow and imprecise as you stumble over your own tongue. “i wanted to…treat myself.” 

choso’s exploratory hands move from your bra to the waistband of your skirt. “could’ve just asked me,” he says earnestly, intently. “i would’ve gotten it for you.” 

your affirmative hum is lost when choso mindfully pulls your skirt down your legs and discards it somewhere in the shadows of the room. he says nothing of it, of the thin fabric or the way it flattered you just right. perhaps he is jealous of it. perhaps he does not want to remember the way his brothers looked at you when you wore it, the way geto’s hands caressed the places no other man should go.

“they match, i see,” choso gestures towards your underwear. terrified and knowing and aware that you’re growing damper with each passing minute, you press your thighs together. “they’re cute.” 

“t-thank you,” you whisper. “i… i got them for you. your favorite color.” 

he smiles, a precious and glorious thing, a smile that causes flowers to grow and birds to sing. you electrify at the sight of it, blissful only when he is. 

“i’d hope so,” choso says, “because i don’t think i could take it if this was meant for someone else.” 

he reaches over to the nightstand while his words claw through you. choso smells like cinnamon and safety and pleasure; your heartbeat quickens as his t-shirt brushes against you, as your world collapses into nothing but choso’s profile, his butterfly hair-clips and his glowing skin and his power. 

when choso settles back over you, resting against your thighs until you think you might die of it, something silver and shiny rests in his palm. you’d recognize it even if your eyes were closed, if the room were so dark that you couldn’t see if you tried. a searing and insatiable sensation lodges itself in your veins; it is fear personified, it is anticipation of a behavior you cannot even name. 

choso twirls his beloved switchblade deftly between his well-manicured fingertips. it reflects the low-light of the room. it calls out to you, the beautiful and dangerous thing, a siren’s song that promises both your misery and your fortune. choso’s face is relaxed, serene, as the envy and the fury seemingly melts away from him and leaves only a disinterested vessel behind. 

he lets you study it, lets you study him, and you know he’s pleased when he can feel your thighs tense, when you try so damn hard not to let choso know just how affected you really are. he shifts, grinding gently against your pelvis as he moves, causing you to bite your lip in a desperate attempt to surpress the gentlest of moans. 

“well,” choso says, disregarding the state he’s slowly working you into. he shifts down your body and runs a lackluster hand across the lacy expanse of your underwear. shivers pierce your navel, silver rings poison your skin. it’s all you can do to watch him, his heartless eyes and his casual form, as his thumb prods at the place where you underwear crosses your hip. “let’s get these off. i’d hate to have anyone else see you in them.” 

you feel the blade before you see it. cold, unfriendly, it rests against the gentle skin of your hip, a killer ready to take a life. a humiliatingly choked whine is out of your mouth before you can swallow it; your gasp reverberates throughout the room, the sound of one who knows they’ve lost a fight. 

“choso–” you breathe, but you don’t know quite what it is you’re asking him for. 

he doesn’t answer immediately, opting instead to tease you further with the blade as he presses it against you until goosebumps rise in chorus. your fingers curl in on themselves, desperate for purchase, while fear and longing hum everywhere in your being. 

“don’t worry,” choso says. “i’ll buy you more. now be good and stay still.” 

you want to writhe, to lash out and squirm beneath the intensity of the moment, but you fear choso’s disappointment more than you crave such release. your big brother choso has never been afraid to hurt you: to pierce the skin where it hurts, to draw blood where he means it. if you move, the blade will move with you. you know this as you know every scar choso has left behind. 

it’s agonizing, this pace. choso’s tongue peeks out from between his teeth as he works with the ease of a great master. it’s like watching paint dry, like waiting for grass to grow or continents to shift. he cuts away at the expensive lingerie you bought just last weekend like he has all the time in the world, like he does not care if the sun rises and you are still crying beneath him.

(and he does it, you know, because you’ve never been one to be patient.) 

“choso,” you whine, drawing his name out, long and frustrated, as if in song. “go faster.” your legs twitch in protest and the blade comes ever closer. 

“no.” choso does not even spare the kindness to look at you, his beloved little sister. “stop whining.” 

the rest of your complaints lodge in your throat. you fear disobeying him, so you grip the comforter like a lifeline, exasperated tears pooling in the corners of your eyes as the blade cuts through your clothes and ghosts across the bare skin beneath. it’s embarrassing, really, the way you can feel yourself becoming more and more desperate the further choso drifts away from you, the more he refuses to indulge. 

you wonder if he can sense the arousal on you, feel it, smell it, even, like you’re nothing but his own little plaything in heat. 

after an eternity, the blade finally cuts through your panties with a satisfying rip. the torn fabric sits pitifully against your hips, a reminder of your own subservience, until choso peels it away from you with enough condescension to move you to tears. the cool air of the room hits your thighs, your cunt, like a ghost who’s taken up residence beside you. 

blissfully unaware of your feelings, choso studies the remains of your ruined underwear, the thin fabric and the obvious stain of your arousal. locking eyes with you, he bring it to his nose for a brief and pleasurable inhale before he discards it somewhere on the other side of the room.

“there we are,” he says, as if he hadn’t just smelled yourself in front of you. “now no one will ever know about it but me.”

“choso,” you whimper, hot. it’s a gift and a humiliation to be beneath him like this, to shake with need and yet to be denied it, to ask for something, for anything, in a voice so unabashedly loud that anyone who passes by the door might hear it.

he ignores you, again, and turns his attention to your bra as it flutters against your fervent chest. you watch with wide eyes as the blade comes closer, closer, dancing against your ribcage and sending ice into your lungs until it slices through the front of your bra, down the center of your chest, like the thin fabric was made of nothing but water. 

“get rid of this,” he says; you listen. with quick and quivering fingertips you shimmy your way out of the delicate material and toss it over the side of the bed faster than the speed of sound. choso, pleased with your obedience, intently traces the curve of your breasts, thumbing your nipples until you find yourself arching into his touch. 

(choso, you mumble, eyes falling shut at the feeling. still, as always, he does not listen. he draws his hands away.) 

it kills you, the way choso’s eyes possess you, own you, dictate the movement in your bloodstream. it’s akin to being pulled along on marionette strings, a puppet of choso’s own design, made to dance for him and him alone. 

it’s the prize he deserves, your big brother, to own you and protect you, body and soul.

it’s that very intensity which moves you to misty tears, which causes your hands to fly out to meet him against your better judgement. choso lets you pleasure yourself for a moment with the texture of his t-shirt and the outline of his shoulders before brushing your hands away like unnecessary flies. 

“did you whore yourself out like this when you went to naoya’s?” choso prods. the patronization lies beneath feigned and genuine curiosity. there are no inflections, no signs of anger. this is how your big brother gets you, every time: it’s the neglect, the disinterest, that breeds your guilt. “are you really so easy for every boy that comes your way?” 

you shake your head and wish you could bury yourself further into the bedsheets. no, never. try as you might the first-year college boys here just haven’t been enough, the older ones too preoccupied with better cunts to look your way. 

“just because those guys are my brothers,” choso continues, shifting further and further down your body, spreading your legs until he can fit himself comfortably between them, “doesn’t mean i have to share everything with them.” 

“i’m sorry, choso,” you try again, “i’m sorry. i don’t want anyone else–” 

“that’s right,” choso interrupts. “you don’t need anyone else. no one is ever going to love you the way i do.” 

the way your big brother does, his eyes say, but he doesn’t have to voice it. you already know. it’s true that no one knows you better than choso does. no one understands your limits and your desires the way your brother has for as long as you’ve known him. no one knows how to caress you when you cry, how to run their tongue across your lips to silence you when you’re too eager. it’s always choso. it’s always been choso; but sometimes you’re just too much of a fool to see it. 

the blade, cool and demanding, presses against the soft flesh of your thigh, just below the hip. you twitch in surprise at the sensation and curl your toes to quell the ache in your cunt. it’s slick, weeping; you can feel it, the arousal, as it pools and pools and drips quietly onto the comforter. 

“choso, what are you–” you ask, breathily, pitifully, but choso’s quick glare reduces you into obedient silence. 

he licks the cinnamon chapstick on his lips. a stray hair falls across his eyes and kisses the dark line across his nose. he is love and danger, a cocktail of possession and surrender. “i think,” choso says, the words slow and thoughtful, “you need a reminder of who loves you the most.” 

a strangled cry escapes your lips when the blade pierces your skin just enough to draw blood. the sting travels up through your spine and fogs up your senses, causes your cunt to weep in horrible anticipation. it hurts, it does, the first cut, but still you find yourself waiting for more of it, more, in terror and lust and love. 

“choso–” you cry, a misty tear escaping out of the corner of your eye, but the call is met by another stroke, longer this time, drawn out, until your knuckles clutch the bedsheets so tensely they might as well turn to stone. 

“stay still,” choso admonishes amidst the burn of it. “you’ll hurt yourself.” 

as if you were the one in control. but you listen, obediently as always, and the alcohol from earlier combined with the need in your chest mixes together until your body is as taut as a desperate wire, until you no longer have control of yourself or your limbs. the knife cuts easily, choso’s hands as steady and precise as ever. you can feel the blood dripping onto his sheets like a series of hot tears.

it’s too much, all at once. it is a fire which destroys you, which renders every coherent thought into ash and causes you to sob nothing but drawn-out cries and pleads of choso’s name into the dark bedroom. he has you just where he wants you: pliant, dumb, obedient. if he asked you to fetch him a star, you would have asked him which one he needed.

choso’s tongue darts between his teeth as a steady hand continues its masterpiece. you sob unabashedly in reply with every stroke, with every flex of his fingers as he works his blade against your tender skin. and yet, as the pain grows, so does your need for something, for anything, for release; with every aching minute your cunt grows hotter and lonelier and emptier between your thighs. 

you crave something, anything, choso, perhaps even more than you wish for air.

“there you go,” choso says, just as you release another cry so piercing there’s no way even yuuji wouldn’t have heard it. “all done.” 

you sit up on your elbows to peer down at the masterpiece below your hip. smeared with blood, aching and raw from the blade, the word CHOSO spreads across your upper thigh in an uneven but heartfelt script. it makes you dizzy, this marking, this sign that no one owns you better than your sacred brother does. you wonder if it will leave a scar, if it will heal; and even more so, you wonder if choso will merely rewrite it, again and again, until every cell in your body knows that you are nothing without him.

you say nothing; a whine escapes your lips as your eyes flit from the mark to choso’s eyes, dark and possessive, as he looks back at you.

“you like it?” he asks, once again the sweet thing, the doting one.

“yes,” you whisper back, never one to lie to your perfect big brother. 

but you cannot hide the insatiability. choso notices the way your thighs twitch from the intensity, the way your cunt drools and your eyebrows furrow because you cannot relieve this ache on your own. you’re helpless, entirely at his mercy. choso tilts his head with a soft and unreadable simper at the sight.

“you’re really worked up, huh?” he pretends your distress is not blatantly obvious. he twirls the bloodstained knife between his fingertips for a moment before bringing the flat edge of the blade against his lips in a somber kiss. “this little thing’s got you down bad, i see.” he flashes the switchblade at you like a diamond. you watch, entranced, as choso slides his tongue across the metal until any traces of your blood disappear into his mouth. 

your belly’s on fire. the switchblade shines with choso’s spit and he smiles, your blood on his tongue, while he prods your legs apart, further, until you’re entirely open for him with nothing to hide. you whine lowly as choso’s eyes flicker between your eyes, dazed and helpless, and the slick on the bedsheets. 

“choso,” you repeat. “please, help me.” your eyes are wide and your voice is small and you crumble beneath the weight of your own needing, of your own body working of its own volition, of the high that collapses all over you. 

perhaps it’s the way you call for him, your big brother, in your time of need. perhaps it’s the way choso can never really deny you, even when he feigns disappointment or rage or neglect. he’s bound to you, your protector, and you can see in the way his eyes soften ever so slightly that choso will not deny you this request.

“sure thing, angel. let me clean this up for you.” choso’s voice is generous as he bows his face towards your hips with the reverence of one before the altar. he leaves no room for your answer. an eager tongue swipes across your thigh and laps at the blood which pools there. his movements are indulgent, refined, as he holds your legs open with intimidating palms and drinks you in like medicine.

“choso–” you gasp, unable to look away. his eyes flit back to meet yours in reply but he continues his ministrations, slow, teasing, as he ignores your cunt entirely and licks at the fresh wound until it’s finally, sacredly, clean. your newly beloved CHOSO glimmers with his spit when he pulls away. he smiles at you then, praying over your hips, lips stained red with your blood, with your being. 

“i may be their brother,” choso gestures towards the door, to the party which must still rage below, “but i’m your brother first, and now you’ll never forget it.”  

the words are followed by his tongue on your inner thigh, fervent this time, as he travels downwards, downwards from his name on your leg until his nose is a breath away from your clit. you thrust your hips towards him impatiently and he accepts it, gratefully, burying his face deep into your cunt like he’s searching for gold. choso lavishes your clit with plump lips and an eager tongue, drawing the bud into his mouth and kissing it until you cry, until your legs tremble as they ensnare him in your garden.

“choso–” you’re crying, voice transcendent throughout the frat house, his favorite song. there’s a tongue prodding against your hole and a silver ring on your clit and you lose yourself within it, within choso’s breath on your folds and the fire which erupts into chaos. 

when it comes to pleasing you, choso does not require air. he refuses to resurface as his tongue explores every inch, as he laps away at you with the passionate abandon only an older brother can provide. what you need, he needs, and what you desire most, choso is always willing to provide. he holds you steady as he works so you cannot escape him. he forces you into stillness as he abuses every sacred inch of your cunt, as he works you into a frenzy with his fingers and his tongue until you can think of nothing but wanting to cum. 

and then, then, at the precipice of pleasure, choso pulls away. you pause as you catch your breath, heartbeat like an earthquake, and recollect your shock. why has he stopped? where has he gone? you’re about to sit up, to feign sobriety, to demand what the matter is, when something cool and smooth presses against your clit.

choso’s cheek rests against your inner thigh as he presses the flat edge of the switchblade against your cunt. it’s cold and dangerous and sublime and you cannot help but think of the way it could ruin you, that if you shifted or choso wanted it everything could end here, now, forever. and it is this fear, coupled with the coolness of the blade suffocating your clit, with the alcohol in your bloodstream, that sends you into a place from which you may never return. 

the orgasm is as violent as a hurricane. the moment you tense and begin to quake with a strangled sob choso replaces the blade with his tongue and rides you through it, coating his lips with your cum and swallowing the vibrations and heightening the sensation until you are tortured by it, by the sting of pleasure and overstimulation and want. 

(“that’s it,” you think he says into your skin, but your ears ring too loudly to know. “cum for me, just like that.”) 

it takes some time for the waves to recede and for your body to become still again. with a head comprised of of jelly and limbs made of water you lie still, panting, as choso nonchalantly licks your slick from the switchblade with a hum and gingerly sets it back down on his dresser. you watch as he slides the belt out of his jeans and tosses it into the dark room, as he hovers above you like an angel and its lover. 

“better now?” he asks against your parted lips. you nod. he kisses you, deeply, a kiss made of iron and cum and blood, tongue swiping across your teeth before he draws the air from your lungs. your vision swims when he plants a kiss on the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your forehead, between your eyebrows. he plants his love until there is nowhere left untouched, until you are buzzing with the security only your brother choso can give you. 

“yeah,” you mumble back to him, content, satisfied. even the sting of his name on your body is a pleasantry now. 

“good.” choso wipes the perspiration from your brow. his jeans scratch against your pelvis, and it is only then that you finally register his cock, hard and eager, waiting patiently for its turn. it is only then that you realize choso’s lesson is not yet over, that your brother’s desperate need has only begun. 

“now,” he purrs, gently, lovingly, “can you show me how much you love me?”

(as always, forever, you do. you show him your love, endlessly, even when the party ends and the house falls eerily silent. you show choso everything, all of it, loyally, just as he asks, with an only you, choso, and a no one else loves me like you.

because although choso offers his love to the brothers downstairs, he will always, forever, be your brother first, til death do you part.)

[stariwrites]

👀👀👀👀 Ship your moots

Alright I’m putting this under a readmore because I’m going to try and include all of my moots so let’s see how I do. They’re going to be split up half and half so this is the first half. I’m determined also I may have gone overboard but it’s chill

Edit: adding more here!

@dabitdabi Keigo for sure, they’d be so powerful it would be insane😩, he’d be so cute and flustered and Cheshire is such a sweetheart he’d practically drop everything for her if she needed it. The type of couple who compliment each other, she’d remind him to take care of himself and make sure he knows that shes somebody he can depend on/talk to at the end of the day. And he’ll take care of her too, make sure he remembers her favorite food, flower, blanket you name it he’ll remember.

@sleepyrintaro (ik you’re on a hiatus love but I wanted to include you too) Kuroo, another absolute unit. When I tell you they’re both geniuses and when they’re together they’re either the most intelligent people or have one brain cell shared and there’s no in between, there’s no in between. Rin is amazing and is so kind/has such a big heart the two of them would have so much fun together and be so fun to be around. Kuroo would love hearing about psychology and it would basically turn into talking about hyperfixations going back and forth.

@rukunas Sukuna hands down. Rue is so sweet and has the best vibes and I feel like Sukuna would be drawn to that. The soft but only for you trope definitely comes into play here. Sukuna would look so intimidating and tease Rue but then get flustered half way through. King of curses or not he can be really intimidating one minute but as soon as you need him he’s instantly like ‘what’s wrong baby what happened?’ (Basically the Gordon Ramsey with kids vs with adults comes into play here).

@kkodzvken Dabi or Toga, Lune is a sweetheart and I feel like both Dabi and Toga would look at them and instantly think ‘I want to protect them.’ This relationship would be very cute in its own way because they’d all watch out for each other. Dabi would smile so fondly it would be a crime, but if he’s ever called out on it he would 100% deny it and you can’t convince me otherwise. He’d let Lune wear his coat around if they wanted to. With Toga, she’d do skin care (if you wanted to) and would adore shopping dates! Loves cuddling and just snuggling up to you too!

@katslutski I cannot stress this enough: Nanami Kento. They both value independence and Nanami would take care of you if you needed it. He’d love chilling and watching movies or reading quietly with Kat and nobody can convince me otherwise. Slow dancing in a kitchen would be a must at least once. They’d have separate apartments but spend a lot of time at the others. He’d send texts from time to time asking how she is and would enjoy making dinner together with her. Nothing relaxes him more than the time they have together. Kat is so fun to talk to and is honestly amazing and so is Nanami so they would for sure have the best convos too.

@pupimouto Chuuya hands down. Babi is honestly amazing and Chuuya would be so enamored. He’d also have the thought of ‘Must protect.’ Adores her, the red and pink aesthetic for sure. He’d get into a fight if anybody looked at her the wrong way. If there’s a bad day he’d be there to hold her close to her and reassure her and if she kisses him or holds his hand/tells him she loves him? Gone he has ascended, he’ll smile for the rest of the day.

@oilivia Oikawa. Liv deserves the best and who is Oikawa if he doesn’t provide? Their relationship is super fun, he’d listen to her playlists and playfully tease her a bit but it’s all in good fun. (He makes sure not to go too far and cross a line) the type of relationship where they both bicker playfully, but also have really deep convos. They also balance each other out and help each other to either break out of their shell or relax and just focus on the present. Communication between them is amazing, they make it look so easy. Both of them are able to confide in the other knowing it’s a safe space and there will be no judgement. Oikawa also loves to fluster her in public by calling her cute pet names.

@bakugohoex Jean Kirschtein, they’re able to be independent but also comes together. The best friends before being lovers type of thing. Ria is amazing and Jean would be there to hang out with her and makes sure to call her beautiful everyday. He adores the little domestic moments the most and would love hearing about her day and would check in throughout the day with ‘Hey baby how are you doing?’ Attentive and he’s a very good listener. They’d both work so well together! He seems like the type to theorize movies and so they’d both exchange their own and see who’s closer to what’s actually going on.

@chaos-night *deep inhale* ATSUHIRO SAKO please they’d be so perfect I’m not even kidding! He’d take up ballroom dancing lessons so they could dance in the kitchen and their relationship would be so soft and wholesome. Chaos is a wonderful person and is a great listener as well as fun to talk to so they would both revel in each other’s presence. Atsuhiro would shower her in praise all the time. He’d adore her so much and everyday would fall a little more in love with her. King of romantic dates whether it’s extravagant or just hanging out and watching movies either way he adores it. Will hold her close to his chest as they sleep whispering how much he loves her and how lucky he is to be with her.

@raes-still-rambling the sweetest I can’t even articulate. Tamaki Amajiki they would work so well together. He’d find so much comfort in them. His favorite would be if they just cuddled together and watched a movie. He isn’t big on romance but he’d put his all into it regardless. Loves holding their hand and would smile softly whenever he sees her. They’d definitely have a cuddling playlist and he’d show them he loves them through small actions

@m-mortimer Christa and Ymir 100%. Izzie has such a big heart and I feel like she’d fit into this dynamic so well! They’d both take care of her, Ymir has strong mommy dom energy and would make sure both her girls are doing well. They would all live the cottage core lesbian dream I guarantee you. Would dance around and just have a lot of laughs together, making flower crowns would be an absolute must. They’d all take care of each other and would help if any of them got into a bad headspace. This relationship would feel like a home.

@deludedimagines Levi Ackerman, Sorcha has to be one of the coolest people ever and who better to match that energy than Humanity’s Strongest. Their relationship would be comfort. Both of them would find solace in each other whether it be making tea late at night to playing games in the morning. The two of them would work so well together, completely content to dwell in the comfortable silence they’ve created. They’d also clean together with soft music playing in the background and Levi can’t get enough of it. Their relationship is full of understanding one another. The phrase/lyrics “Life is not the things that we do it’s who we’re doing them with” very much applies here.

@fuwushiguro Toji Fushiguro no questions asked. The most interesting and fun relationship ever, Venus is a goddess and is so kind/compassionate Toji would start out being like ‘I have no intention of falling in love’ and then before he knows it he’s in love. Would protect her no matter what, they would have amazing stories. Their life would be like a movie. He’d hold her and in the soft moments tell her how much he loves her and how he feels complete with them together. He’s the type to use action instead of words so if he sees her sad? He’s off to get ice cream and put on her favorite comfort movie. He grumbles about her making him soft but when she just gives him a smile and says he likes it he can’t help but smile fondly, he can’t argue with that.

@fushigurocockslut Mahito, they too have a fun relationship. Tessa is one of the chillest people I’ve ever had the joy of knowing and her and Mahito would be so chaotic im living for it. They share one brain cell and it’s to wreak total havoc, both of them have the friendship dynamic down to the point where people have to ask if they’re dating or just close friends. Mahito loves spending time with her and they both would absolutely prank the hell out of Nanami. Also they’d find/have the coolest hang outs to chill and listen to music, eat snacks and vibe. Although they may be chaotic they’d also have really chill moments where they would just relax and stargaze. The two of them could talk about everything and anything.

@doinmybesthere Shoto Todoroki. Emme has a huge heart with so much love and she deserves to receive all that love back and more. Shoto is not big on pda, but behind closed doors he loves intimacy. In the quiet moments of just waking up he’d kiss her forehead with a groggy ‘Good morning love’ their dynamic is ‘Two sweethearts in a room they might love each other unconditionally’ and then they did. Slow dancing in the kitchen? Absolutely. Shoto is also attentive and adores Emme’s beautiful singing voice, on bad nights he loves nothing more than to feel her fingers in his hair and hear her voice as he drifts off. If the roles are reversed he holds her to his chest and hums softly while rubbing soothing circles against her back. Their relationship is wholesome and they bring out the best in each other.

@izukine Takemichi for sure. Both would try and protect the other and they’d both be flustered by the other since they’d both of the thought process of ‘Theyre so cute my heart feels like it’s about to burst’ Liyah is so friendly and awesome and I feel like Takemichi would be drawn to that. Whether it be walking around or just chilling both of them would just like the time they spend together. Every time Takemichi sees her he instantly perks up and has a cute smile on his face. Their relationship holds solid communication and trust.

@cupcake-rogue Bakugou Katsuki without question. King of making sure Star is taken care of and has a soft spot for her. Everybody makes fun of him for it, but he doesn’t care. Star would mean the world to him and knowing that he comes home to see her face would relax him and keep him calm. He loves holding her in his arms and if she runs her fingers through his scalp he’s gone. Instantly falls asleep. Uses actions over words so he’ll make sure he has her favorite foods/drinks stalked in the fridge. If he notices it’s a bad day he’ll ask how he can make it better. The two of them would have a relationship that’s all about care.

@nomadmilk Kirishima Eijirou both of them take care of each other and have so much fun together. Matching outfits? Sure. Cute couple photos? Absolutely! They’re the definition of couple aesthetic/goals. Love being affectionate, it doesn’t matter if they’re in public or not. Kirishima will constantly praise Noma and be like ‘that’s my baby!’ Whenever you do something. He loves supporting you and if you ever comfort him/do the same he’ll be so happy. Loves to hold and cuddle Noma a lot. Both of them together would radiate so much love they both deserve wonderful things.

If I didn’t get to you this round just you wait cause tomorrow is part 2

[sekai-no-moji]

Jujutsu Kaisen for the fandom meme

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 I’ll tell you: Jujutsu Kaisen

The first character I first fell in love with: 

Toji. Okay, like the whole reason I started reading Jujutsu Kaisen was cause one of his feral stans posted him and like yeah he looked mean and shit and people hyped him the fuck up. I understand why tho.

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: 

NANAMIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOLY SHIT. So the real ones know this was my first reaction to him.

I had NO idea I would simp THIS HARD FOR HIM. You don't undersTAND!!!!!!!

The character everyone else loves that I don’t: 

Sukuna. He's only as fine as he is because he's using baby Yuuji's body. But I can't like him at all. Like I can't even read fanfics of him because the reality is he is a dick. (okay obviously mass murderer is more than a dick).

The character I love that everyone else hates: 

Toji. The fandom is so SPLIT when it comes to Toji. His stans absolutely love the shit out of him and others hate him because he's toxic AF.

Toji was created for girls who love toxic fuckboys.AKA ME

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

No one, really. I still got mad love for the ones I do love.

The character I would totally smooch: 

NANAMIN. GIMME GIMME GIMME. SOBS HIS KISSES WOULD BE SO SOFT AND OR PASSIONATE.FUCK

The character I’d want to be like: 

Nobara. I absolutely LOVE HER. I think she is one of the best female characters I've ever gotten to witness. There's so much more to her. Strong, pretty AF, and fucking psycho. Love that for her.

The character I’d slap: 

MAHITO. I WILL NEVER FORGIVE HIM. NEVER. EVER. EVER. EVEREVEREVER.

A pairing that I love:

Nobara/Maki. Honestly, it just works so much better

A pairing that is not my favorite I despise: 

Nobara/Yuuji.

I think Gege tried to hint at it, but honestly I see these two as just really really good friends. Cause it's the ones were the duo damn near share the same braincell that make the best of friends and that chemistry is so much more valuable than romance.

[sisterkosho]

General Headcanons | Ayume Nejireta

Credits: The art featured in the header I made for this was, like many of the things I've shared here, drawn by @hiikkups on instagram. So here's your daily reminder to check out my besto friendo. 💜 Also, aside from Rui, another one of my friends OCs, Juno, was briefly mentioned in here. So credit to my boy Flashlight for that.

Warnings: Manga spoilers in a few of the points, but they were either too funny or too relevant not to include. So sorry about that---

Notes: Am I ever gonna get around to Ayume's bio? Hopefully. But honestly, I just feel like messing around right now for whatever reason. Maybe I'm just lazy as all heck. But I figured that I'd at least give y'all this so you can learn a little bit more about her while I procrastinate attempt to work on her bio. Half of it is just memey stuff but hey. I'm having fun. So enjoy your uh... Soup? Or what ever you wanna call this---

This girl does NOT like Gojo.

She was honestly all for Juzo making him into a coatrack.

100% would shake around the Prison Realm hoping he'd get dizzy.

Probably yells insults at it too just in case he can hear.

The only one she can easily say she hates more than Gojo is Mahito.

Despite technically being on the same side, she can't stand him. But to be fair, who can?

She knows his name, but purposely gets it wrong out of spite. The most common names for him include Mahobo, Mojito, and Mahitoe. Amongst various other things.

She's threatened to feed him to Juno on multiple occasions and has at one point, tried to actually go through with it.

Unfortunately, the team "still needed" him.

Absolutely will not hesitate to bring up the fact that he lives in a sewer like the hobo he is.

She got to be the referee that one time they played ball with Jogo's head.

Ended up burying Mahito in the sand and then left him there with no remorse whatsoever.

Rui is her bestie, no questions asked.

Even if she does steal her food all the time but hey. Besties share.

Partners in crime. Literally.

Yuji and Sukuna who??

They rarely ever fight, but when they do, it's about guys.

Doesn't get what Rui sees in Gojo.

Like Geto is literally right there, c'mon now.

Supportive Girlfriend™

Actually kind of a simp.

Please excuse her. She just loves Geto a lot.

Literally cannot have arguments with him because all he needs to do is hug/kiss her and she forgets why she was mad.

He wins every time....

This only works with Geto though. With anyone else, she's as stubborn as they come.

She will fight for hours if you're not already knocked out from her kendama. Don't even bother please. It's not worth it.

She needs to be holding Geto's hand or at least have their pinkies locked at all times. This is not negotiable.

Forehead kisses are also mandatory for both of them.

Rui may or may not have tried to play wingman in the beginning.

Somehow, it worked.

A couple that commits war crimes together, stays together. 💜

She went through an extremely dark period after [REDACTED], and probably ended up clinging onto Kenjaku despite knowing he wasn't really Geto because poor girl was in denial and didn't know how else to cope.

"Girl, that's not your man."

"Close enough."

Obviously this is not healthy. She is not ok and is probably being manipulated someone help her please.

Best to focus on pre-volume 0 ending because everything after that point hurts me. Moving on--

She gets extremely pouty if you call her short.

Will kick you in the shin and watch as you fall to the ground as if to say 'You were saying?"

Geto puts her on his shoulders so she can look down on people and smug levels go through the roof.

She isn't even that short. But being surrounded by trees can do that to a person.

She falls asleep in very strange positions and has woken up upside down more times than she cares to admit.

Has definitely rolled out of bed on accident and spent the next 5 minutes staring at the celling and questioning her life decisions.

She's prone to falling asleep anywhere if she's comfortable enough.

Geto found her asleep behind the couch once.

How she got there is a mystery. But he learned to stop questioning it.

At this point she just sleeps out of boredom when she isn't feeling violent. Seems to be a habit she picked up from Rui.

She's extra as all heck, at all times. Queen of dramatic entrances.

Whether that's the flashy kind or the breaking down the door kind depends on the day.

She actually has a very pleasant singing voice, although only a few people know about it.

It's not something she intentionally keeps a secret, she just hasn't gotten a chance to show off yet.

Used to sing lullabies to Mimiko and Nanako when they were younger.

Rui ended up falling asleep too. Whoops.

It's either soft or arson with her honestly.

No in between.

Need I say more?

[ourlordandseivior]

If you don’t tell me about your jujitsu kaisen faves, I may explode! (Nanami has got me for now, but I’m looking forward learning more about Toji, as I’m an anime only watcher 😭)

OH GOD OKAY SO LIKE MY FRIEND MADE ME WATCH IT AND I’M FIRST OF ALL IN LOVE WITH YUUJI, HE IS SO GOOD AND LIKE!!!! I’m not saying he and Tanjiro are in competition for being my favorite shonen protags but god they are neck in neck. I saw a snippet from the manga of Yuuji actually like, treating the plus size girl in his class in such a way that made my heart fucking melt and like??? Idk how to explain it but it made me feel like a who complete, real, and valid person....i treasure that lad so dearly....

Also Sukuna is fucking spicy and I want him to raw dog me

Mahito is so absolutely unhinged and I love that in a man

And fuckin???? Megumi when he went fucking feral??????????? Hello????????????? I love him

Toge has such a fun ability and GOD I just want him to use it to tell me to get on my knees and swallow for him

Gojo.....i was not crazy about at first but like, bitch grew on me so hard and then when I realized that like, at the beginning when he’s about to go toe to toe with Sukuna and he’s like “don’t worry, I’m the strongest”, he wasn’t talking about himself being stronger than Megumi, who was right there, he meant like, The Strongest™️ in general....i just went 😳😳😳😳 and now I wanna get lost in those mountain dew baja blast galaxy eyes.....

JUNPEI MAKES MY HEART SO SOFT AND HE DESERVES SO MUCH AND I JUST WANNA GIVE HIM KISSES AND HAVE HIS FACE NUZZLED INTO MY TIDDIES. THE MAN DESERVES TIDDY TOUCHES.

ALSO???? KOKICHI MUTA AKA THE MAN BEHIND MECHAMARU???? I KNOW SOME SHIT ABOUT HIM MAN AND I JUST WANNA HOLD HIM AND LOVE HIM SM UGH

And literally all the girls are just SO GODDAMN GOOD. Nobara and Maki are in LOVE and I want them to KISS, and Miwa is a NATIONAL FUCKING TREASURE WHO I RELATE TO SPIRITUALLY

And I want miss Mei Mei to STEP ON ME

I just....god jjk is SO FUCKING GOOD