Kurulu 🌀

I like to create!

[kuru-ludus]

Just an Inspection! (visual novel)

I made a Naoya visual novel to tie in with valentine's day and his 5th debut anniversary. I hope you can enjoy it even if it's late! 💛

It's downloadable for free on itch.io

[kuru-ludus]

My first (hopefully not last) Naoya VN!

[kuru-ludus]

Just an Inspection! (visual novel)

I made a Naoya visual novel to tie in with valentine's day and his 5th debut anniversary. I hope you can enjoy it even if it's late! 💛

It's downloadable for free on itch.io

[scary-grace]

How HR Stole Christmas (chapter 8) - a shigaraki x f!reader fic

Last year's office Secret Santa exchange brought you and Tomura together, but your second Christmas together is shaping up to be even stranger than the first one. Can you make it through this holiday season in one piece?

a sequel of sorts to (secret) santa, baby.

dividers by saradika-graphics

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

for anyone who's interested, here's Yamada's extremely cursed Christmas setlist

Chapter 8

“Guys, you should have seen it. It was so funny –”

“No it wasn’t,” Dabi snaps, glaring at Twice from under the ice pack. “Stop fucking laughing about it.”

“It was kind of funny, sweetie,” Magne says, patting Dabi’s knee. Tomura wishes he’d get over it – he’s hogging the couch, and Tomura doesn’t want to sit separately from you. “Not that I blame you. If the old man I was helping tried to make me return the same thing three times in a row, I’d get crabby too.”

“I didn’t get crabby,” Dabi says. “I just told him to make up his mind, and –”

“And that’s when the old guy hit him with his cane,” Twice says, hooting with laughter. “You should have seen his face –”

“You can see his face,” Toga says. “I got a photo.”

It turns out it wasn’t just Dabi who got signed up to go shopping with old people – the rest of Tomura’s friends did, too, and the two of you only escaped because you’d done caroling the night before. Some of them got stuck with friendly old people. Dabi apparently got stuck with the crabbiest old bastard on the planet. “I want to see the photo.”

Toga tosses Tomura her phone, and Tomura has to let go of your hand to catch it. You’re studying Dabi, concerned. “That looks pretty bad. How many times did he hit you?”

“I don’t fucking know,” Dabi says, scowling. “Like this stupid season needed to get worse.”

Based on Toga’s photos, it looks like Dabi got hit at least three times. “Maybe we should invite this guy to Christmas at your dad’s. Then he can hit your dad with his cane instead.”

“Or your dad will hit him,” Spinner says. “Win-win.”

“Maybe they’ll kill each other,” Dabi mutters. “Just play the stupid movie.”

Toga presses play on The Nightmare Before Christmas and vanishes into her beanbag chair. She invited Uraraka again this year, and Uraraka said yes, only to change her mind last minute so she could go be an elf while Midoriya takes another shift as the mall Santa. She’s in a bad mood. Tomura would be in a bad mood if he was in her spot. He’d be in a bad mood if he’d had the kind of day Dabi had, too. You’re having a rough time, too. Tomura asked you about it on the way over to Toga’s, because you looked like you were going to cry. I’m not crying, you said. I don’t have a good reason.

Tomura thought you had about twenty good reasons, and he said so. You shook your head. I’m fine. I won’t be fine if we keep talking about it.

Tomura let it go, and you’re trying to act like things are normal. You wouldn’t have a chance in hell of getting away with it if Dabi and Toga weren’t also having shitty days. At this point there are almost more people in the group having bad Christmases than good ones. Tomura doesn’t like being in the good Christmas group. It feels weird. He feels like it’s his job to make you and his friends feel better, and he doesn’t know how.

He thinks Spinner’s on his team at first, but then Spinner starts talking. “Whoever got Aiba for Secret Santa this year needs to do a better job. She was really disappointed with the last one.”

“What’s there to be disappointed about?” Toga’s voice emanates from the depths of the beanbag chair. “I know what was on her list, and what she got was on it. And it got wrapped nice.”

Nice is pushing it. Tomura did a pretty bad job and had to mummify the thing in ribbons to cover it up. “How do you know she was disappointed? Did she say something about it?”

“No, she just looked sad,” Spinner says. “I could tell. Toga, you should tell her Secret Santa to step it up.”

“I’m not telling them to go crazy like you did.” Toga usually sounds happier when her plans start working. “Besides, your Secret Santa might be disappointed, too. They know what you did for Aiba last year and they’re definitely not getting the same treatment.”

Spinner scowls. “If you want to make her Christmas, get her a nice present and tell her how you feel,” Magne says. “It worked for Shigaraki last year.”

“It’s different.”

“How come?”

“It is,” Spinner mutters. He slouches in his seat. “I’m just saying. Whoever has Aiba needs to step it up.”

“Maybe my Secret Santa will get me a lobotomy,” Dabi says from his end of the couch. “This shit sucks.”

The only people who are in normal moods are Magne and Compress and Twice, and Tomura can tell that the vibes are starting to get to them. If Tomura’s noticed, you definitely have, and a second later, you do something Tomura was pretty sure you wouldn’t. “If I can change the subject –”

“Please,” Twice says loudly. “This is just sad.”

“Okay,” you say. “I have – um, news.”

That makes it sound like you’re in it alone, and you aren’t. “We have news,” Tomura corrects, and everyone whips around to stare at him. “What?”

“You’re breaking up?” Spinner asks. “Why?”

“We’re not breaking up,” you say. “It –”

“You’re pregnant,” Toga guesses, and you almost choke on thin air. “You’re pregnant and you’re getting married!”

“They can’t get married. I don’t see a ring.” Magne’s smiling, but she’s glaring at Tomura at the same time. “Shigaraki knows better than to propose without a ring – right?”

“We’re not getting pregnant. Or married,” you say. “We’re moving in together –”

Compress lifts his glass partway. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks,” Tomura says. He’s starting to think this was a mistake. “That’s not the news, though. Uh –”

He looks at you. It’s something that’s happening to you and him together, but it’s your news. It’s your family. “I might be adopting my niece,” you say, “and I’m meeting her for the first time tomorrow. I want to bring her a present, but I don’t know what to get her. So I thought I’d ask you all and see what you thought.”

It’s dead silent for a second. Toga pauses the movie. “I didn’t know you had siblings,” Toga says. “One of them died?”

“He’s in prison,” you say. “It’s a long story.”

“We like long stories. Spit it out,” Magne says. She drains her drink and sits forward. “What happened?”

“Who cares?” Twice says. “How old is your niece? What kind of stuff does she like?”

“She’s six,” you say. “The social worker said she likes what little kids like.”

“That’s dumb. We were all little kids and I bet we all liked totally different shit,” Dabi says. He sits up. “If you want her to like you, get her something your brother wouldn’t let her have.”

“No, get her something that’s fun,” Spinner corrects. “Get her a console and some games. Everybody likes games.”

“Are you trying to turn the kid into an iPad baby? No screens,” Magne says. “Get her a nice doll. I would have killed somebody for a nice doll as a little kid.”

“I liked dolls,” Toga agrees. Then she thinks about it. “I liked taking them apart.”

“Do you know what she looks like?” Compress asks. “Pick a doll that looks like her.”

“I don’t know what she looks like,” you say. Tomura hears your voice waver slightly. “I don’t know anything.”

“Hey.” Tomura nudges you with his shoulder until you look at him. “That part doesn’t matter. We’ll figure it out.”

“Yeah, you don’t have to overdo it or anything!” Toga hops up out of the beanbag chair and squeezes into the space between you and Dabi’s outstretched legs. “You should get her something little. Something not too big, but nice, so she knows you thought about her and you care. And then while you’re talking to her you can ask what she wants for Christmas.”

She hugs you from the side, reaching over to pat Tomura’s shoulder, too. “And then you have to tell us, so we can get her presents, too.”

Something small, but nice. That seems doable. Tomura thinks it over. “Hang on,” Twice says. “If your brother’s locked up, your niece is in the system, right? Raise your hand if you’ve been in the system.”

Your hand goes up. So does Toga’s. After a second, Tomura puts his hand up as well. “I should have been in the system,” Dabi says, but leaves his hand down. “Why?”

“Think about when you were a little kid. You’re in the foster home or an orphanage or wherever. You don’t get to make any decisions and there are adults doing stuff behind your back all the time and you don’t get to have very much stuff.” Twice waits a second. “What could somebody have given you that would make you feel better right away?”

Tomura’s mind has gone totally blank. He’s not the only one. Toga looks as confused as he feels, and you look even worse. Dabi groans and flops back on the couch. “Nice work, Twice. You retraumatized them.”

“I retraumatized me, too,” Twice says, grinning. “Time’s up. What did you want? Go!”

“I don’t know,” Tomura says. He doesn’t think about that a lot, on purpose. “Something soft?”

“Something soft,” Toga agrees. “I was older when they got me, but I still wanted something I could hug.”

“Don’t they make weighted plushies now?” Spinner asks. “I heard Aiba talking about them. Get the kid one of those.”

“Works for me,” you say. You glance at Tomura. “What do you think?”

What’s happening to your niece never happened to Tomura. Whether she ends up with the foster parents or with the two of you, your niece is getting rescued. Like Tomura should have been. Like Tomura wasn’t. Tomura tries to imagine it, for real this time – someone coming to get him. Someone who was going to look out for him, protect him. If he really believed they could do it, would he have cared if they brought him a present? Maybe. Tomura’s not going to say that it wouldn’t have mattered. It might have mattered a lot.

He nods, and you lean in against him, planting a kiss on his cheek. “What kind should we get?”

Tomura’s friends have suggestions about that. A cat. A horse. A pigeon. A lizard. Tomura would have wanted something simpler, and he knows this kid isn’t him, but – “Maybe a dog.”

<- Chapter 7

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[moruboru]

that status effect meme or whatever

[darlingdaisyfarm]

Hello! Long time follower, first time...asker?

ANYWHO I Just ADORE your writing, the short blurbs, the tantalizing long tales, the romantic romps, UHG I JUST WANNA EAT THEM ALL IN A STEW!

That being said, what's your view on the brothers walking in on their partner pleasuring themselves? Is this something you've written before that I missed?

If so, let me know!! I'd love to read it!! ❤️

hi first time asker! i’m gnawing on ur words like they’re my last meal 🫀🫀 thank u thank u thank u. i read this and i was giggling like crazy. the idea of someone wanting to eat my fics in a stew is possibly the highest literary compliment i’ve ever received?? hehdudh thank u sm!!<33

nsfw (also sorry there’s more Ford than Stan in this one. the inspiration hit like a truck when writing his part + dragged me down a dom!Ford rabbit hole. but there's pathetic Ford too)

STAN

he’s been in and out of sleazy motels his whole life, and yet the moment he walks in on you with your hand between your thighs, he turns scarlet. not the cocky, grinning bastard you’re used to, not the sleazy charmer with some bad pickup line at the ready, HELL NO. the second he catches even a glimpse of you like that, all flushed and panting, he gasps like he’s been shot. shoulders hunched, Stan freezes in the doorway, repeating that pose from the lost legends comics, haha

he’s rambling immediately. “holy moly!!! jeez, you probably shoulda locked the door, kid! f—fuck, i didn’t mean to call you kid, i know you hate that!! sweet moses, im gonna shut up. should i leave? i should leave, right? unless you want. . .wait no I shouldn’t assume anything—“

he’s fidgeting with his clothes, half-turned like he wants to bolt, but he can’t take his eyes off you. and if you’re using a toy? some big gleaming thing buzzing while you whimper and squirm, he’s so fucking done. red-faced and flustered, yeah, but his pants are already getting tight and he’s well aware of it.

or god forbid you’re riding a pillow, grinding down all slow with a little glazed look in your eyes, Stan's going to melt. and if you so much as whimper his name in that breathy little voice, fuck no, he’s staying. no matter how much he tells himself to back off. he’ll stumble over, and ask if he can help, but it comes out all hoarse and reverent like, “let me, baby. let me, c’mon, please“ first minutes he acts like he doesn’t know what to do, but the second you let him touch, he's so greedy for every sound you make. if it's your fingers, he'll slip those out of you so he can put his mouth there instead

if you’re riding a pillow he’ll get so filthy with it, placing his hands on your hips, muttering “this how you get off when im not around? huh? you need it that bad, baby?” his voice all gravelly in your ear while he makes you hump it harder till you’re shaking

and if it’s a toy, he’ll snatch it right out and replace it with his fingers or his cock, muttering how it’s so much better when you take it from him<3 although he loves using toys on you but hey that's for later!

FORD

that six-fingered genius freak, who has absolutely jacked off behind your bedroom door more than once because he heard you saying his name.

he’s repressed and painfully intelligent, all things that make his perversions so much worse. he intellectualizes everything except the way his hand moves when he hears your whines. Ford tries to resist, he does, pacing in the hallway with his fists clenched, murmuring about how he should respect your privacy, about how it’s improper, about how he’s better than this, but the second he hears you let out a desperate little “oh Ford, wish it was you touching me. . .” that's it. he’s got his belt undone, fisting himself while listening, trying not to let the door creak when he presses his forehead against it. your name leaving his mouth so softly, scared to say it too loud.

okay listen. with Ford, i think there are two (three) reactions depending on the day and what level of ✨horny repression✨ he’s working with

scenario one where he walks in on you.

probably because he was too distracted with equations and notes to notice the quiet, intimate sounds echoing from the room, he calls your name, asking “have you seen my notes?” and nudges the door open like it’s nothing. then he freezes, pupils contracting, such a beautiful sight in front of him, his darling sprawled out, thighs apart, halfway gone already, moaning into the back of your hand. and he’s just. . .rooted to the spot, making these quiet stammering noises, flushed from the base of his throat to the tips of his ears. he croaks your name, and then immediately launches himself out of the room. you can hear him tripping over smth in the hallway. probably his own feet.

OR! this can also go this way, where Ford stays. and it’s worse. so much worse. and here its also divided into TWO parts.

one is, he opens the door, same things: he freezes, gasps, blah blah, such a dramatic boy. but he doesn’t leave. he can’t. he lifts on trembling hand to cover his eyes, like some victorian lady faced with ankles, but the other is still gripping the doorknob. “o-oh! i— apologies! i didn’t realize you were— were“ Ford groans, squeezing his eyes shut with his palm pressed tight, feeling like he’s on the verge of some cardiac event.

SO !!! MY ADVICE TO YOU BABY!! don’t stop. don't you dare stop!!! spread your thighs wider, continue moving your fingers, letting soft, wet sounds fill the room!!!

“Ford,” you arch your back, looking at him through half-closed eyes, “mhm, was hoping you’d walk in on me.” his knees buckle at that, Ford actually sways where he stands. “ive been thinking about you doing it. standing there. watching me. fucking yourself to the same rhythm.” your speech is diluted with small breaths when you insert your fingers too deeply, creating a wet squelching sound.

it's obvious he’s hard already, bulging against his belt.

with dom Ford it turns into scolding. “ . . .so this was intentional? you wanted me to see this? you planned this? you wanted to be caught like some needy little thing?” but even as he says it, his hand is already moving, undoing buttons, jerking his cock free with a hiss as if he’s just been burned, when the air touches his warm shaft. “go on, then, show me what you were doing,” he growls, looking straight into your eyes. to be honest, that tone even scares you a little. next thing you know he's kneeling on the bed, shoving your hand away to do it himself. slowly, while making you say everything you were thinking about.

second option. meanwhile, if we go back to awkward shy!Ford, who covers his face, stays planted in the doorway, and asks you “do you want me to stay?” like a lost puppy. when you nod, biting your lip, all excited and flushed, Ford lets out a shaky breath, quietly lowering his pants, knowing it’s wrong but he can’t stop.

so awkward and nervous but SO horny he can’t stand it. stands there trembling while unbuckling his belt and says “please, don’t stop, i want to watch you. . .touch yourself while i— while i do it too.” he jerks himself slow, matching your rhythm, whimpering every time your fingers dip deeper, wishing it was him filling you up.

and you two end up with this messy mutual masturbation session, mirroring each other, eyes locked the whole time, trying not to come too fast but totally failing.

he’s such a freak. he pretends he’s above it but he lives for this kind of filth

[kuru-ludus]

It was a good run 💔

I'm gonna miss Mahito, man...

[satoruhour]

a/n: i need college / uni bf!geto rn bc my hands hurt :( newly established relationship <3 0.9k, rich kid!suguru i guess? / tagging @crysugu @na-t0 @papersirens @hydrovillette

“didn’t i tell you not to go so hard on your essay?” geto gives you a small smile, countered by your cute pout in the dark room of your dorm. the way he lectures is gentle, having no bite to it because how would he ever dare to sink his teeth into something as sweet as you? he knows if he does, however, he just might become addicted to you. it’s clear already how the teeth is breaking skin and drawing blood just by the items in the room:

both your faces are illuminated by the fairy lights you begged suguru to buy — he gives in and buys it for you as always. it’s shown in the starbucks mug that cost ¥3300, the sanrio themed bed sheets that you’re now sitting on, the convenience store onigiris for you to store in your fridge.

“was rushin’ it before 2359, su, you know that…” you mumble more to yourself than your boyfriend, who’s staring at you as your eyes droop sheepishly to your connected hands. it’s not wrong that you could’ve started writing this essay a little earlier, cited your sources a little earlier, but you still managed to do it; at the expense of your hands. they ached and throbbed from the position they were in for the past few hours — at least you still had managed to submit it with two minutes to spare.

“but not to the point where your hands turn sore, my darling.” geto brings your hands to his lips to kiss, like the little gesture of love could magically heal you. it feels like it does. the tenderness of his touch, the roughness of his finger pads against your smoother skin, the thoughtfulness itself. you grunt a little in pain when suguru starts to massage the palm, digging his thumb in and dragging it up and down. he squeezes your hands, giving each finger its attention, wiggling the hands to loosen your muscles.

“you know,” you hum in response and look up from your flustered state to find him already staring at you, “my mom used to do this for me.”

“yeah?” you whisper, heart pounding in your ears. two and a half months in and geto suguru was already treating you like treasure, not at all what they say he is: conceited of his intelligence, rude, a know-it-all rich kid. sure, he was smart, he was rich, but he made it clear he had no interest in the industrial, business side of the family. geto was generally open about his past, his parents leaving the toxic world and giving their son an upbringing filled with unconditional love and openness. but people usually liked the juicier gossip; none of them had bothered to know geto for who he was.

“yeah.” geto brings you in via your hands, lips colliding clumsily against yours from the force and you both laugh softly, “said its been passed down in her family for the longest time.”

“it’s helping… a little,” you giggle, eyes memorising his eyes shone under fluorescent.

“is it now?” the warmth of his hand leave yours for a moment to tilt your head up, catching your lips properly this time as he moves slow. suguru takes his time with you, moving against you as his other hand still continues to massage. that was one thing he was good at too, multitasking; he plays with your hand, travelling over your fingers and stroking over each section and its nail bed and then pulling away teasingly while he continues to hypnotise you into a dance. you hear him hum into the kiss, exhaling through his nose as he now interlocks both hands.

“focus on the squeezes, baby,” geto suguru drives you insane, in that little silky voice of his and the slight lilt in his voice. you let him lead you, feeling the soft pressure of his hand as he brings them above your heads and leans forward. you make a small surprised sound as he brings you right down to lay flat on the bed, hovering over you whilst still giving those periodic squeezes, entirely at his mercy as his lips never stop. they come off to breathe for some air and you’re the same, flushed cheeks and swollen lips and geto lets out a shaky breath.

it’s only then when he lets go, caught in your trance. easily, he tugs you into his lap as he lays down, not sure if he could uphold his obsession if he was on top.

“is this really part of the massage process?” you ask, legs naturally going to either side of his hips as you lay on his chest. you smile to yourself when you realise how fast his heart’s beating. off to the side, geto finds your hand again: him with his left and you with your right and you tangle into each other with the choreography of a million sprouts in the wind. finger into finger and palm against palm.

“hmm…” geto feigns confusion, prompting you to turn your head towards him. you grin seeing his red cheeks, “nah, just deviating a little from the family recipe… is it working?”

“it was earlier but now? oh, no, not really.” geto’s eyes flutter close when you move forward just a bit to peck his lips. you twine your fingers with his; you’re getting good at this multitasking thing. “but wherever you are, i will always feel much better than i was.”

“good.” suguru mumbles with a lovesick smile, and he gives your connected hands a squeeze and a grin threatens to spread across his face when you squeeze back just as hard, “that’s… really good.”

[thotsforvillainrights]

Congratulations!!

Maybe a oneshot of a little private time with giran? (Or a little story about hanging out with giran)

(Oh Anon, my mind goes to the gutter anytime I see "alone time" and "Giran" in the same sentence. Thank goodness you added the hanging out part or this was gonna take a different pathway lol)

~Spending the Day Together with Giran~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

Saturday should be reserved for having fun! It's the kickoff for the weekend basically! Saturday is the main day for going out and yet here you were stuck inside AGAIN for another Saturday. Being polite the first few weekends this month, you'd left him alone and let him work. You could just hear him saying it right now in your head.

"What? I'm making the money aint I? How d'yah expect me to keep you in diamonds if I can't work?" The teasing tone leaves your head in place of the obvious urge to hang out instead. You'd left your comfy spot on the old couch to find him in his usual spot working. When he noticed you enter the room, he smiled at you while continuing his conversation on the phone with a potential client. When he hung up the phone he placed it on the desk and opened his arms wide for you to come over and sit on his lap as usual. "What are you pitching a fit for this time?" He teased and you gasped. "Pitching a fit? I haven't even said anything yet!" He chuckled and rubbed your back gently. "You didn't need to say anything. I can see you pouting since you came through the door. What's the problem?" You sigh and look up at him rather pathetically. "I just wanna hang out. You've been working forever and the weekend is gonna blow right by again. Please?" He frowns for a moment and begins to think.

"Yeah, I have been busting my ass a lot lately I suppose. I'll be honest with you, I was actually gonna come ask you out soon too. Wanna go to dinner or something?" He asked and you shook your head. "No, I want to move around today. I don't want to be stuck in a restaurant and have to dress up yada yada. Lets go window shopping!!!" He laughed at those words. There was no such thing as window shopping with him and you knew it. Anything you expressed interest in, he grabbed it and bought it for you (despite any of your protests). So he agreed, silently eager to be able to spoil you after having not done so in a long while.

He'd expressed a different type of joy being around you and watching you dart from aisle to aisle in different stores. You rambled on and on about something he had no idea nor interest in, yet watching you so happy always made him happy as well. Although if he could complain, he would too much enjoy the different hats you've made him try on throughout the day. Sitting on a bench eating ice cream from a cone seemed to beat being wined and dined in a 5 star restaurant in your books. Oh and of course stopping the day to randomly go to the movies really added to everything as! He was absolutely beat the the very end of the day. "I aint as young as I used to be yknow?" He chuckled when you went through your various finds of the day. Despite this statement, he could barely turn you down when it was time to have dates like this. The memories made from the day far outweighed the popping in his joints lol

[kuru-ludus]

Currently in my Gorillaz phase :) (I wish I got into them sooner though)

[kuru-ludus]

Share this with a twice fan! ☀️

[kuru-ludus]

This was my first ever Eurovision watch and it was awesome! Of course, I was itching to make something

[kuru-ludus]

Some shimeji I have planned for the future!

[redcallisto]

It always saddens me when I see compilation art of main jjk villains and Mahito isn’t even on there like he wasn’t the star of the shibuya incident, one of the biggest moments in jjk

[kuru-ludus]

People hating on Mahito for doing his job, but somehow Sukuna gets a pass. It really does make you wonder.

[kuru-ludus]

Shigeo Kageyama Shimeji v1

He's finally here!

Available for free on my Gumroad!

[kuru-ludus]

Shigeo Kageyama Shimeji (Update)

All the poses are done, next is the lineart, colouring and coding.

Here's what he looks like so far!

[kuru-ludus]

Which mp100 shimeji should I do?

Shigeo Kageyama

Reigen Arataka

Dimple/Ekubo

Serizawa Katsuya

Tome Kurata

Voting ended onMar 10, 2023

I’m pleasantly surprised that Mob Psycho won the poll! Now, which character will it be?

[kuru-ludus]

Shigeo shimeji it is then!

I’ll be posting updates so do stay tuned!

[kuru-ludus]

Which mp100 shimeji should I do?

Shigeo Kageyama

Reigen Arataka

Dimple/Ekubo

Serizawa Katsuya

Tome Kurata

Voting ended onMar 10, 2023

I’m pleasantly surprised that Mob Psycho won the poll! Now, which character will it be?