mr big scary let me ask my wife firelord who always has to run things by you not because you’re controlling or demanding but because he wants you to know what he’s doing, wants you to be included and wants you to approve of his decisions because when you’re happy, he’s happy.
“ fire lord zuko, the earth emissary would like to have a dinner. when is suitable for you?”
“let me ask my wife and i’ll get back to you.”
“lord zuko, the festival of fire is coming up, will you be in attendance?”
“not sure. let me ask my wife.”
“sir. the avatar has requested your help. will you be going to lend aid?”
“if my wife grants me permission, yes.”
“my wife said we need more opportunities for women in government. lets look into that.”
“i cannot attend that meeting. i have lunch plans with my wife.”
even when doing the most mundane and tedious things like new gowns or new stationery for royal decrees, you’re there to give your opinion.
“does my wife like it?”
“what does the firelady think?”
“ask my wife, she has the final say. whatever she wants, goes.”
big scary i worship the ground my wife walks on fire lord
The fastest way into Satoru’s wallet pants heart... wallet, is a trick you learned from Suguru early on in your relationship with them.
You keep refreshing the tab on your phone hoping to see the price tag come down on the item of your desires but if anything it feels like it’s only going up, up, up and out of your grasp. You sigh and lock your phone, setting it in front of you on the mattress. You bury your head in your arms, letting go of the dream of owning the illusive item.
Strong hands grip your hips and flip you onto your back, Suguru’s playful expression engulfing your view as he lays on top of you. His face falls when yours doesn’t light up, asking you gently, “What’s wrong?”
“It’s dumb,” you say, shaking your head.
“It’s not dumb if you’re upset. Tell me.” His expression is so soft, so gentle that all you can do is sigh again and confess, showing him the listing on your phone.
“Ask Satoru.” Suguru makes it sound so simple.
Your cheeks heat at the idea of it alone. Realistically, you know you can ask him for anything and he’d happily give it. The insane price tag is what holds you back. There is no way you could ask for something that expensive.
“I can’t.”
“You can.” Suguru sits up at your hesitation, his knees on either side of your hips. “Listen, he’s just a man with a stupid amount of money and what do men with a stupid amount of money like to do? Spend it on pretty things.” He leans forward, his face in yours again to press a kiss to your jaw as he whispers, “That’s us.”
“I can’t,” you repeat, tilting your head away to get a better view of the man sitting on top of you.
Suguru rolls his eyes and huffs. “Do you want it?”
“Not tha-”
“Do you want it?”
“I don’t need it.”
“I didn’t ask if you need it. Yes or no, do you want it?” He raises his eyebrows, making a poor attempt at not smiling while he waits for your answer.
You swallow down your shame, avoiding eye contact as you admit, “yes,” through gritted teeth.
“See, that wasn’t so hard.” He presses a kiss to your lips and stands.
You push yourself up on your elbows and watch him free his hair from the bun he keeps it in, long hair falling over his shoulders and down his back. You gulp when his shirt comes off next, nothing you haven’t seen before but god, he’s fucking breathtaking.
6’3 of lean muscle, raven locks down to his waist, sharp jawline and cheekbones.
The kind of beauty that wars have been fought over.
Suguru takes your hand and pulls you to your feet.
“Let me show you how to charm the man who has the money,” he says, guiding you down the hallway and into the living room where Satoru sits on the couch, lost in whatever’s displayed on his phone screen.
You lean against the living room wall, observing the way Suguru moves across the room to settle into Satoru’s lap. He plucks Satoru’s phone from his hand and tosses it to the other cushion, commanding his attention. Satoru’s face blushes a bright, pretty pink as he takes in the sight of Suguru and all of his raw sex appeal.
“Toru, baby,” Suguru purrs, pressing himself closer to Satoru, guiding his hands to his waist. “I need your credit card.”
“Mmm, yeah?” Satoru hums, his hands roaming over Suguru’s sides and around his back to lock him in place. His pupils are already swallowing his irises, glazed over by lust. “What for?”
Suguru cages him against the back of the couch, his hair falling in a curtain around them. He rolls his hips down into Satoru’s just to hear him choke on the air he tries to suck in when their dicks brush; they’re only half hard but it’s enough. “That doesn’t really matter, does it?”
“You’re gonna bleed me dry, gorgeous.” Satoru surges up to plant his lips on Suguru’s, just for Suguru to pull back.
“Who says it’s for me?” Their eyes turn to you, still leaning against the wall. You swallow thickly, feeling blood rush to your cheeks. Satoru chuckles and returns his attention to Suguru, attempting to bring their lips together again. Suguru grabs his jaw before they can connect, just barely letting them brush when he says, “Ah- card first.”
Your clit throbs watching the interaction, completely hypnotized by Suguru the same way Satoru is. You’re pulled out of your trance and forward by Suguru holding out a little silver piece of plastic to you that you take too long to realize is Satoru’s card.
You stumble over your own feet on you way to the couch, gingerly taking the card from Suguru’s out stretched hand. You whisper a ‘thank you,’ and you’re not even sure who you’re thanking or what for, but you press a kiss to Suguru’s cheek regardless as his tongue explores Satoru’s mouth.
You turn to head back to the bedroom and enter the digits on the card into your phone on a somewhat questionable website, only to be stopped by Satoru’s hand grabbing your wrist.
When you turn back to face him, Suguru is leaving open mouthed kisses over his jaw and neck, his chest heaving as he pushes his hips up into Suguru’s.
“At least kiss me before you rob me blind.” He smirks up at you, eyes half lidded. His mouth falls open around a deep moan when Suguru finds a particularly sensitive stretch of skin, and there’s that throb in your clit again.
Your breathing is becoming just as uneven as Satoru’s. You sit next to them, your knees tucked under you and lean forward, your lips capturing Satoru’s.
“Thank you, Toru,” you whisper against his lips when you part.
a/n: not really feeling great the past few weeks and i wanted to explore megumi more in relationships especially with his like fear of vulnerability and always keeping people out of reach. this is again, very self indulgent. if you can relate im giving u a reaaally big hug <3
Megumi was observant.
He could see through anything and anyone. He was raised to observe, assess, and catalogue. It was important to be aware. So it didn’t take long for Megumi to notice something that you had hidden from him so carefully.
It started small, he had dismissed it at first but the more time he spent with you it was getting more and more difficult to pass it off as something meaningless.
You hated yourself.
At first, Megumi had chalked it up to your ever-changing moods. There were days where you wanted nothing to do with the outside world and how it perceived you and there were days where you were just too busy to take a moment to look at yourself, so maybe he was overreacting but over time Megumi realized that you just didn’t look at yourself, ever.
The first sign was the lack of mirrors in your apartment. it would have seemed normal at first — mirrors weren’t a necessity in everyday living but what had his eyebrows raising was the thin cloth that you had pinned over the mirror in your bathroom.
When Megumi asked you about it you just shrugged your shoulders, “It’s just some spiritual thing. My grandmother taught it to me.”
Megumi thought it was weird but he decided to stay quiet about it. Everyone was raised differently.
The second sign that Megumi had picked up on was the lack of your face in his phone gallery.
He had thought that the way you avoided the attention of his phone camera was some cute act. Something shy because you had just started dating, it should have gone away after a while but you always managed to dodge Megumi’s camera. Every photo he had of you in his phone you were somehow covering your face. Whether it be with your own phone, your hands, or even your own hair, your face was never seen.
The one lucky time that Megumi had managed to take a photo of your face you had tugged and cried at him until he felt guilty enough to delete it.
He didn’t know what to think at first. He wanted to talk to you about it, ask why you seemed to avoid yourself entirely but he didn’t know what to say.
“Do you hate yourself?”
That was weird and Megumi was not the best at communicating.
Megumi’s final straw was when he had shown up to your apartment for a surprise visit. You weren’t prepared, it was a surprise after all. What broke his heart was the sight of you, his lovely girlfriend, opening the door and you were wearing a goddamn face mask. You weren’t sick. Not even a sniffle came from you. You were hiding your face from your own boyfriend and Megumi felt like a fool for not knowing how to approach the situation.
Was he supposed to stop you? Was he not clear with his affections?
Megumi was unsure.
He allowed you to pull him into your apartment. You disappeared into your bedroom for a while and eventually you came back out with a full face of makeup. You looked a little more confident this time around but your shoulders were still hunched and Megumi really didn’t know what to do.
The words were caught in Megumi’s throat and before he knew it the two of you were cuddling on the couch with a movie playing on the TV.
For the time being, Megumi simply tightened his hold around you and hoped that the words would find him eventually but until then he would hold you close and hoped it was enough.
Toge Inumaki who doesn't know how to tell reader that she's beautiful.
Toge Inumaki has always struggled with speech. It is his cursed technique after all, but that wasn’t the problem. Toge struggled with expressing himself. Sure, he was limited to the various ingredients of onigiri and that in itself was quite difficult but he had his ways. Even so, there were some things that Toge just couldn’t bring himself to say.
You were a new classmate, you had come in during the middle of the school year. Something to do with some delays in documents or something similar. Gojo sensei was explaining the whole situation but Toge couldn’t bring himself to care when the most beautiful girl had just walked into the classroom.
Toge was at a loss for words and well, he already didn’t have much to begin with.
He had seen a lot of girls in his lifetime but everything else seemed to pale in comparison once you were brought into the picture.
Gojo had pushed you to the front of the classroom. Front and center where the rest of the 1st years could ogle at you, “Go ahead and introduce yourself student-chan!”
You stumbled over your words, nervous, shy, and quite frankly embarrassed that your teacher had suddenly pushed you into the spotlight. Eventually you had managed to get your name out.
“What a beautiful name…” Toge thought to himself.
“Treat her well, okay kids? She seems a little shy.” Gojo teased before he pushed you towards the only other empty seat in the classroom, right next to Toge.
It was lunch time now, Toge had immediately sauntered off to where Yuuta sat, pulling him close by his arm.
“Salmon roe.” Toge grumbled. jutting his thumb in your direction.
“You want me to help you talk to her?” Yuuta asked. Toge nodded his head.
They stood around awkwardly around your desk for a few moments before Toge nudged Yuuta to speak, “Right, hello! I’m Yuuta Okkotso and this is Toge Inumaki.”
“Mustard leaf.” Toge said.
“Inumaki says he’s willing to help you catch up on what you missed before you arrived!” Yuuta translates with a clap of his hands.
You were a little weirded out by the situation, first of all why was this guy only speaking with food and second of all how did the other guy understand him completely? For a moment you wondered if they were puling a prank on you. You were a new student after all, this was quite common, right?
“I’m sorry, why is he speaking like that?” You asked Yuuta.
“It’s a long story. Inumaki can explain it to you soon.” Yuuta replied.
“Salmon salmon.” Toge added, bumping his shoulder against Yuuta’s.
You looked between the two for a few more moments before you relented. You suppose you could let it slide. Sorcery is already as weird as it is, maybe you should have expected this.
“Well, thank you. That’s rather kind of you.” You mumbled shyly. You met Inumaki’s gaze and offered him a small smile.
“Tuna mayo. Tuna, tuna.” Toge said, a slight blush covering his cheeks.
Yuuta turned to look at the other boy for a moment with a raised brow, “Are you sure you want me to say that?”
“Salmon.” Toge reiterated.
Yuuta turned to look at you, “Inumaki says that he thinks your uniform is very nice.”
The moment the words came out from Yuuta’s mouth, Toge immediately jerked his elbow into Yuuta’s side. “Bonito flakes!”
Yuuta keeled over and wrapped his arms around his stomach.
“Are you alright?” You asked, unsure what to do.
“Yes, I’m fine.” Yuuta exhaled, he raised his head and looked back up at you, “I think Inumaki wanted to say that your hair looks good?”
Yuuta was evidently unsure this time. Toge made a sound of disapproval and shook his head once more, “Bonito flakes. Tuna. Tuna mayo.”
“Do I really have to say it?” Yuuta mumbled under his breath, bringing a hand up to cover the lower half of his face. Toge simply nodded and nudged his shoulder into Yuuta’s.
This time it was Yuuta’s turn to blush. He stood back upright and cleared his throat awkwardly before he turned back to you, “Inumaki says that he thinks you’re very beautiful.”
“Salmon! Salmon salmon!" Toge nodded enthusiastically. The white haired boy reached into his pocket and handed out a piece of paper, dropping it into your palm. You opened it gingerly, it was his phone number. There was even a little heart and a smiley face at the end.
You turned your gaze back up to Toge, what a bold move.
You glanced back down at the piece of paper, a small smile growing on your lips.
“Huh, thanks. I’ll talk to you later?” You asked, raising your brow.
“Salmon.” Toge smiled before he turned away, pulling a flushed Yuuta along with him.
literally just read all your works in one sitting im so obsessed !! more megumi fics please u write him so so good and trust i dont play abt megumi mischaracterizations but u got him dOWNN and i need more 🙏 and congrats on 1k <3
omg thank you anon megumi is deadass my favorite jjk character since 2018 he is my BRO and i love him dearly. ill definitely write more megumi :3 dont u worry
gojo with a crybaby girlfriend.
a/n: augh sorry ive been so MIA been feeling like absolute shit recently but im just gonna let my feelings out in my writing. this is also lowkey self indulgent because i am a #crybaby
Satoru was a bit of a freak.
He wasn't proud of it. In fact he kept this part of himself hidden deep inside because he just didn't know how to justify it.
Satoru enjoyed it when you cried.
Now he wasn't a terrible boyfriend. In fact, he loved you more than life itself and his heart clenched in his chest every time he heard you sniffle but there was something about the way that you looked that had Satoru thinking you were most beautiful with tears running down your cheeks.
Maybe it was the way your eyes glossed over or the way your nose got a little red and your cheeks flushed just a little bit. Maybe it was the way you called out to Satoru like he was the only one who could fix things. Whatever it was, Satoru was thoroughly addicted to it.
There you were again, crying over something that Satoru didn't quite understand but he didn't need to understand to want to fix it for you.
"Oh, baby." Satoru mumbled. He reached forward, cupping your face in the palms of his hands. His thumbs brushed away at the corners of your eyes. His lips were immediately all over your cheeks, tasting the salt of your tears mixed with the sweetness of your skin.
"What's got my pretty girl so sad, hm?"
You sniffled, turning your phone around to show him what you were looking at.
God, Satoru didn't know what to look at first. You or the phone. Your eyes were so big and watery and your lips were formed into the cutest little pout. Everything about you right now was just absolutely breathtaking.
Eventually, he relented and turned his attention to your phone.
"The mommy seal got separated from her baby, " You whimpered, lower lip wobbling as you let the video play for Satoru, "And she's never gonna see her baby again! "
You squeezed your eyes shut, a series of sobs tearing through you as you crumpled into Satoru. He wrapped his arms around you, placing a hand on the back of your head to hold you close.
Satoru felt bad, truly he did but he was seriously having a hard time biting back the smile that threatened to grow on his lips. You were just the cutest thing. Really, you were but Satoru just relished in the fact that you were so emotional. That tears came so easy for you and your heart ached from the smallest things. It was everything he wasn't and everything he wanted to be.
"Don't worry baby, I'm sure the little guy is gonna be just fine. " Satoru cooed. He plucked your phone from your hand and tossed it over to the couch.
You shook your head, leaning forward to press for forehead against Satoru's shoulder.
"How's he gonna be okay without his mommy?" You hiccuped.
Satoru reached up and brushed your hair away, tucking the strands behind your ears, "Because he has your support, isn't that right baby? Little guy can't give up with you around."
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