maiya

upcoming rapper

[maiyamogs]

The Worst Best Man

Best Man, Rin Itoshi, needs a date to bring to the wedding. Who and shall will it be?

Contents : yearning!rin, fuckboy!sae, drunk!reader, situationship, fluff ish, happy ending

A/N : I use japanese in this a little because I sometimes don’t understand what word I put for the sentence I am okinawan + laos :D ok joyy !!

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ ┈┈┈ ⚽︎ ˚. ᵎᵎ

A permanent third wheel. That's what Rin hated, being the human buffer zone for his older brother's endless romantic conquests.

Besides Sae's futbol mastery, where he ruthlessly excels: he liked to enjoy himself by taking Rin with him on a date.

Yet, sitting in a dimly lit cafe on a Saturday afternoon, he found himself utterly powerless against a different kind of horror.

The polished diamond resting on some girl whose name Rin couldn't remember.

"Rin-Chan looks so serious," the girl cooed. Leaning across the small wooden table. "Does he always look like he wants to murder the menu?"

Sae huffed, glancing up from his phone. "Ignore him, he's just a fussy baby when he doesn't get enough sleep."

He was an elite athlete, a prodigy, an egoist. This was the fourth time Sae proposed to this girl, and now she says yes? Bird Brain Bitch.

Rin could only attribute to some warped, psychological torture, Sae refused to go on these outings unless Rin was there to occupy the adjacent seat.

"I need you to bring a date. It's about time you bring a hostage for your lack of social filter." He commanded.

Wedding day wasn't Rin's favorite game, but he kind of liked being there to help. To feel needed.

Plus, he enjoyed the cupcakes or fancy cookies and fizzy lemonade always served at the reception.

"Tch, I'll do it."

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

Rin, who only wanted what was best for you. If it was another man, a shoulder to cry on, or him.

He would have told you countless of times "I wish you the best, but you'd just come to me." In a nonchalant way tho.

You could say you were his only love interest in his twelve episode anime.

It has always been you.

He doesn't have the time to chase other girls when the extraordinary sight in front of him makes him question, 'Do I care?'

"So what's this thing you wanted to ask me from earlier?" No flaw was on his face except a crooked, unconscious smile from Rin.

You were plucking skincare patches from his porcelain face.

"That." Though his cheeks were turning into a tint of pink, he answered in a clear tone. "Sae told me to tell you. To come to the wedding with me."

"Did Sae really say that?" You asked, full of amusement.

"With good intentions." He registers. You carefully peel the last patch off, and placed the tweezers down. "So would I be one of the bridesmaids?"

"I suppose so.”

"Then let's do it."

°🥂⋆.ೃ🍾 ࿔*:･

____________

The bachelorette party had reached that hazy, glittery stage where everyone drank themselves to brain death.

Aluna, the bachelorette, was perched on a couch armrest with one leg kicked up playfully. Her veil was half-askew from all the dancing you both did.

“y/n….. you never talk about rin!” she slurred slightly, “Like ever.”

“Oooo shiii, who’s rin?” One of the bridesmaid asked.

Your booze had loosened your tongue and you replied, “He’s my boyfriend…?”

Wrong, big red X, error. What in any drunk’s mind possesed you to call Rin Itoshi your boyfriend.

“Invasive much..” you muttered before taking one long, savorful sip.

A/N : Aquel Nap ZzZz

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

By the time you had left the party,

the night had spun out of control. Your usual shyness at parties melted with the girls as they got info on you and Rin.

After two wobbily knocks, he opened the door. His tired eyes widened when he saw you standing there with flushed cheeks.

“Are you drunk.” He asked, deadpan.

“Yes.” You beamed. A huge, loopy smile formed on your face. And without warning, you threw yourself into his arms.

He staggered back, but instinctively caught you. His hands hovered awkwardly: one on your back, and the other gripping the door frame for balance.

A high pitched, tipsy giggle escapes, and you lean in to place a kiss right on the corner of his lip. Mwah! Again, you aim for the other side.

“y/n no.” he firmly held your shoulders to steady you.

“Whyyy? I wanna kissuu…” your words slurred together.

Rin was exhausted and flustered. Yes, this exact situation has happen many times, but didn’t expect it on the ‘loneliest’ night of his life.

p.s : once sae marries, he’ll be gone forever..

He swiftly ducked down, scooping you up bridal style before you would assault him with light punches. He kicked the door shut behind him, and carried you straight into his apartment.

plop, there yer’ go. Sinking into his bed after he threw you onto the dinky mattress. “You’re… so mad.”

Just overwhelmed. Sprawled on his furniture while he was trying to get rest before tomorrow night at that wedding.

“I’m not mad.” he subtly corrected, “you’re just really out of it.”

“Trust mee..!” you sat up, and pinched the bridge of his nose. “A makeout sesh.. transcending the game.”

“I- uh.” he so badly wanted too, especially with your lipgloss he could ruin. “I don’t want to take advantage of you because you’re in a vulnerable state.”

“Mmm, but I really want too bubs.” you pull him closer by his collar. “please?”

“Ok fine.”

he clumsily smashed his lips against yours, while you made out with him like a wine tasting.

Your glossy lipgloss smeared onto his lips that curved into a smile.

‘im burning like crimson’ ‘i should stop’ talking like an english boy right itoshi? That’s what all he could think about while kissing you.

Rin is all-talk. He’ll say snarky things about you and any of your relationships but when you and him do something ‘casual’ his brain becomes short circuited.

with an audible ‘pop!’ he pulled away from the kiss. “sorry, I got carried away.”

you blinked slowly, dazed fo’sure, and licked your lips absentmindedly before giggling. “You taste like toothpaste.”

In a gentle rejection, he shut the lights off and laid back in bed besides you. “I need rest. Goodnight y/n..”

he did a once over glance to check if you were situated for bedtime before he finally relaxed. military style helps him sleep, but in this case?

Paradoxical intention.

☀︎⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

________

When you slowly blinked awake, time was not on your mind. Your head pounded like someone played drums on your skull.

And then those fractured flashes of horrible memories flooded back in your mind. “Rin?” You called out.

The bridesmaids asking about Rin..getting tipsy…coming here…. kissing him?

you reached over to the nightstand, and grabbed the glass of water near your phone. Chug jug. ‘What did Rin send me today’

“Had to leave early for Sae’s wedding. You were asleep so I didn’t wake you. There’s water by your phone for your hangover.”

“Also, don’t forget the after party.”

his nonchalance needs to be studied, but you sank back into bed. There’s only seven hours left til the party anyways, you can’t possibly miss it.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

“So your girl missed my wedding?” Sae questioned, he had just shared his false vows, and skipped a kiss from his wife.

“I let her sleep in.” Rin answered, taking a sip of his drink.

“Good. Don’t ditch her.”

“I’m not like you..” he quietly remarked, “nothing like you.”

“Oh come on, you use to want to be just like me.”

“Only in soccer, but you’re going to become old and married.”

“Happily married-“

“Yeah right.” Rin slammed his glass onto a table nearby, and began walking to the doors.

“Smell you later.” Sae called out, waving one hand.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

September rain and washing each others hair in the shower; but he’s bald. So you wash his back-

Oh, Rin. He was waiting patiently by the bedside and continuously nudged until you woke up.

“What kind of dream did you have?” His expression softened. “Mm, you have no hair, not even eyelashes.” You replied. A smile was plastered on his face, and he nods.

“Well, it’s time for the after-party. Get ready,” he stated before walking out the room to give you privacy.

When you came outside, in this luxurious dress. It’s the kind of sexiness that gets you glazed like a milky donut.

You quietly slipped outside of the bedroom. Rin was sitting on the sofa, oblivious to your presence.

“Ahhh, my throat is soo bored.” Carefully, you wrapped your arms in a chokehold against him.

“Okay. Are you done?” He looked over his shoulder, but you met his face with a kiss instead of normal eye contact, or a smile.

“Rinnn…” you whispered into his ear, “I want you to dress me up.”

“Are you not in your dress already?”

You kissed your teeth, and smacked his head. “Always fucking oblivious.” “Go put on my heels for me.”

He softly rolled his boba eyes, and stared forwards. Slowly he rises, then walks over to the genkan.

“Irritated doesn’t even describe how I’m feeling right now.”

“Chill,” he looked over and grabbed the pair of heels that matched your dress. “Is this okay?”

“It is. Thank you,” he grasps your ankle and slowly adjusts your foot into the haihīru.

“Ready?” He asked, extending his arm towards you. His face remains ugly, but his ears were tinted pink.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

“Okay, I really don’t know what theme this bitch went for. She got birthday cake, fairy lights, and tacky ass decoration-“

“y/n, please.” he squeezed your hand.

A server, Rin’s younger cousin, passed by offering sake. “I need a drink.” you said as you took one.

“Baby, you don’t even drink.” he replied.

“Oh, we’re doing nicknames now I see?”

He slowly looked down as blush spreads across his cheeks. “I’m sorry babyeee..!” You squealed and wrapped your arms around him.

“Rin,” Behold, the graceful presence of the Itoshi Parents.

“OKĀSAN GA KOKO NI IMASU??” you pulled your arms back, and immediately bowed. ‘I’m going to pass away’

His father, tall with crinkling eyes and a wide smile bowed too. “Haha, this is Rin friend?” He asked in broken inglish.

Your cheeks turned pink under their attention, but you nodded quietly. “Hai Hai.” Fuck Fuck.

“Why not tell us you bring special?” His mom questioned in a teasing tone. He avoided contact due to how flustered he became.

Sae suddenly appeared behind his father, having spotted you from across the family. “Met the family huh.”

“You not answer me boy. I tell you, are you both close?” Mister. Itoshi asked. He pulled back Rin, so he could glance up.

“I, she’s my-“ he mumbled.

“Girlfriendd..” sae dragged, he stood behind you both and pushed you together. your shoulder gently bumps into Rin’s.

“MATTE!” you exclaimed, but sae pressure pointed you on the side of the stomach.

“In that case, come sit with us. I’m Haruka, and my otto is Atsumu.”

“Yum yum dina o dinner?”

“He’s not that very good at inglish.”

Seated at this long, elegantly decorated table, and surprisingly, the seating chart was created with evil intent by Sae.

In front of you were Rin’s parents. The left: Rin himself, and the right: Ryusei Shidou.

For the sake of Rin’s parents, he was paid to be silent on the matter. Of course, he was forced to stuff birthday cake, so he wouldn’t blurt out shit.

Hakura leaned slightly towards Rin, and nudged him gently. “Kanojo wa yasashisou desu.”

‘She seems sweet’ you smiled at the compliment, and glanced down at your plate.

“Kanojo wa tetemo reigī to kirei.” Pretty and polite? Already invited to the family suppers.

“How long you know each other?” She asked, leaning back into her seat. Rin swallowed hard before speaking, “About… two years.”

Atsumu nodded, but in Haruka’s eyes: she hinted ‘why haven’t you done anything about it yet’ “Oh so friends for a long time?”

“Not really friends..” you stated.

“But you’re sitting kind of far from each other.”

Rin softly rolled his eyes, and pulled your chair closer to him. “There.” He muttered, “Can’t we eat?”

Tsundere okāsan replied, “Hmph, fine.”

You watched from your seat as people began dancing. It’s the language of your soul and culture.

“I want to dance.” you whispered to him, tugging his sleeve.

this slow ass mother fucker was still eating his first meal. “Hold on,”

“Please before the song ends?” your eyes go soft.

“You’d have to teach me then.” He wipes his mouth with a napkin before standing up. He takes your wrist and pulls you to the side of the venue.

Where other couples swayed together, under golden lights, this would be the night, to express his passion of the emotions you feel on the inside.

Hesitant at first, Rin lightly placed his hand on your waist. Then, your hand slid towards his neck. “No, on my shoulder.” His other hand grasp yours and he rested it on his shoulder blade.

“I’m nervous.” you quietly stated, but it was instinct when both of your bodies swayed in time.

Around them, other couples dancing were amused by the sight of these young adults dancing so carefully. Afraid to mess up.

His hand on your waist tightens just a fraction to pull you closer, “Sorry, I’m nervous too.”

“I can tell.” you said with a soft laugh. your thumb brushed lightly against his suit to reassure him.

And when you tilted your face up to slightly adjust your position, both of your noses almost touched. A breath passed between, and somehow the nerves were louder than the music.

Your lips slightly part as you become lost in his gaze. Rin took this as a chance to breathe you in.

“I love..” he whispered, “it’s only because I’m in love.” Then he began to trail off…

“My love, first love.” He squeezes both of your hands. “I remember being so drained, cold, struggling everyday. I missed Sae, but you came into my life after he moved to Spain.”

“Oh Rin..” you whispered.

“You were the new hire. I didn’t expect to meet someone that clearly sees me.”

“When we first became friends, I was scared to put my trust into you. I’m so sorry y/n, I never should have asked to be casual.”

“Everyday with you is fucking precious. I don’t know how to explain it, but when our souls are together. It felt more ours.”

“You have me crazy because I’m here, talking about my feelings. I hate doing that. Especially at my brother’s wedding?”

“I really am the worst best man.”

“Don’t say that Rin.” You replied, “Yap it all out.”

“I might be in love with you too.”

“How is that..”

“I always envisioned our future together. It’s not a white house with kids running around. It’s you stationed in a foreign country, while I’m stuck here trying to find out how to start one of our common love letters.”

“Remember, when I drew that cartoon book for you. You called it ‘Scooby doo’ but it was snoopy.”

“Yeah I do. I really do.” He replied before wiping a tear away.

“On this day, a X1.9 solar flare erupted from the sun.”

“Okay nerd, why is that important right now?”

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

“FINALLY!” his mother squealed, rushing over to give you a crushing hug.

“Woww… at my wedding?” Sae snaked an arm over Rin’s shoulders. Haruka pulled away to embrace both Sae and Rin.

You were smiling so wide it hurts while Rin stood there all flustered and annoyed from the extra attention.

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

Since the party decided to run a little past midnight, Rin went back into his quiet apartment once again.

He sent a few text, ‘asking how long would you be gone’ or ‘are you staying over’ but in a nonchalant way because he’s a tsundere.

Rin was already in bed. Shirt off, grey sweatpants, tousled hair. My throat is so bored lmaoo. He had been catching up on a preview of a match until he heard a car pull up outside.

Quickly he turned off his tablet, and pulled the covers over his head. Pretending to be asleep and maybe you’ll come home faster.

A minute later, you slowly opened the door to his bedroom. You dropped your purse, and a bouquet on top of his dresser.

“You didn’t wait for me?” You whispered, crawling onto the bed. You slowly peeled the edge of his blanket away, and his soft gaze peeks from under.

He smiled shyly at you. His cheeks slightly flushed from the fake sleepiness and maybe seeing you again after everything that happened tonight.

His hand slides from underneath the covers towards your arm. You kicked off your heels before slipping into bed with him.

“I couldn’t ask for more.” He quietly stated.

And as Rin pulled you closer on the first real night you both had together, there was no better ending than that. A happy one.

ᥫ᭡ ᯓ⚽️

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

A/N : I’m moving to america for international school :D I’m excited!! btw there is so much mischaration but is okay let us be delusional bye.

[maiyamogs]

What Fuels You | Katsuki Bakugoū

him getting turned on when you’re frustrated. short oneshot

———————————————————————————————— ★彡

Bakugo had challenged you to a spar multiple times. After awhile, the gymnasium became empty.

He continued to challenge, tease, edge you on. Just to prove a point, but as usual, things had spiraled out of control.

"You're holding back," you snapped, voice raw. Breath came in sharp, uneven bursts. Is this sexual tension, orrr.. "again."

Hated the way, when you talked back. Bakugo's smirk faltered. He gave his all to you. "Shut up and fight me," he growled, cracking his knuckles.

Kacchan barely had time to react before your fist connected with his shoulder, sending him stumbling back. It was the way, your anger tingled his skin.

"Fuck!" He snarled, wiping at his lip where you had split it. He tasted blood. Copper and something else. Sweet.

Your eyes widened, gaze following. "Shit, I didn't mean to-"

"Shut. Up." Bakugo's voice was rough, his knuckles burning. He wiped his mouth again, smearing the blood across his thumb.

He could feel your frustration, so he stepped closer. Didn't expect you to back down, but he wanted to see how much you can break.

"Pain in my ass," Bakugo muttered, his voice dropping to a growl. He reached out, gripping the front of your shirt and yanking you forward. "But you're mine to break."

Instantly, your lips parted to speak but no sound came out. That's because he gave you no chance to. He crushed your mouths together. Like he was trying to consume the anger between you both.

For a second, there was the only taste of blood and the heat of his body pressed against yours.

Then you shoved him back, his face a mess of fury and something else. Something Bakugo was pretty sure was desire.

"What the frick was that yo." You stammered.

Bakugo grinned, even though his lips still throbbed. "Call it a spar."

"You-you can't just-"

"Can't just what?" Bakugo's voice taunted, stepping forward again. "You wanted me to shut you up."

It felt like your face was being burned from embarrassment and you replied, "I didn't!"

"Liar." His voice was a velvet threat. He reached out, brushing his thumb over your split lip he made. "You love it when I get rough with you."

★彡 ————————————————————————————————

A/N : I got dog, but sadly he sick :( anways reqs?

[maiyamogs]

Shots of Adrenalin | Kento Nanami

contents : mature, smut, manhandle, oral sex, masturbation, orgasms, deepthroated.

A/N : it’s just a smut one shot but enjoy

ᰔᩚ๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈·✦ᰔ | ᰔᩚ๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈·✦ᰔᩚ ᩚ | ᰔᩚ๑⋅⋯ ᰔᩚ

About six o'clock the sound of a motor cut through a slumber party. The one you were invited to from your best friend, but it was too overstimulating.

You called Nanami earlier to make an excuse and pick you up, but someone has to pay the price.

"Thanks again." You stated, settling into the passenger seat. He was carefully packing your baggage into the backseats. "Of course."

"How come you wanted to leave early." He asked in a subtle tone. He firmly closed the door, and retrieved to the driver's seat.

"I just missed you." You replied, "Im too old for sleepovers anyways."

He turned the car and went round to the back, driving freely on the highway. "I'm glad, I missed you too."

"Well since I left early, we still have some time to ourselves." ... o'

"What are you implying?"

You reached over behind the backseat, and pull a small container of condoms you hid in his vehicle. "I want to finish this before you go to work."

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

His fingers move faster, deeply massaging your walls, pulsing and rolling over your G-spot again and again.

Your back arches off of his Nanami's chest. Three fingers down there and two in your mouth. You pant and struggle to grasp words, but he continues to pull you closer to him.

"Shhhh," it builds and builds, "Almost there." He said in a rich tone.

Finally, it would fit.

He shoves the head of his cock first before an orgasm could tear through and shatter you inside. “K-Kento.."

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

Presented in front of you was Kento Nanami, the name earlier you stuttered.

His smooth body moles were in constellation patterns. One by his pecs, a few on his wrist and a giant one splattered on his dick.

"Your choice." He said, holding the top of the bed frame. You sat below him with his cock swinging in your face.

"You're so sexy." You whispered, placing a short kiss on his hipbones. "Tell me how sexy." His hand guides you to his enlarged penis.

He gently pulled your chin down before he slid his thick cock slowly into your throat. His hips precisely bucked forwards, and he held up your hair in a fist.

Nanami kept rolling his hips to where they could reach your mouth. His cock in and out of your mouth. "If I came, will you forgive me?"

You slowly pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "Of course not."

𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི

"Quit whining." He softly commanded. In his office, where no one could see, maybe hear: he was banging you on the filing cabinet.

"I'll fuck you right, ngh." He grips your hips as he thrusts inwards. His pants continue to fall when he picks up the pace.

Office Worker Nanami Kento is being very unprofessional due to his wife, but if this was what he wanted in Malaysia, he'll take it early.

Red, erect, and twitching inside your wet, slick folds. He slammed a hand to the cabinet besides your head for support.

"Help me out here y/n.." he groaned. "You're about to snap my dick off."

Over here, you were gasping for air. 'Asking for help' what about you? "Na! Kento..!" You moaned, scratching his shoulders.

Cum seeps down your legs and onto his leather shoes. "I'll take it, I really will. Just please-"

"Please what."

"Please let me!" You came before you could finish, well you did finish. He carries you to his office chair and plops you down onto the firm seat.

He sits between your legs, and buries his face into your chest while his hand slips off the last condom.

"We finished at work." He stated, licking the remaining cum on the plastic. "I hope you had your fun."

A/N : this is buns

[maiyamogs]

draft [toji]

"Toji Fushiguro" is eye candy. He lacks practical use, and is a bum. He is sponsored by the evil Time Vessel Association. It practices cult leader worship, spreads fallacies, ruins lives, and endangers ourselves.

Doomsday is coming, and Toji is gone. He must be popular in London Adverts everywhere. 'Can someone elaborate'

As an international student, never have I seen such funk hunk like The Sorcerer Killer. To witness his structures and systems laid bare before me, I found myself staring for far too long.

I think of Fushiguro atleast twice a day. Maybe three if I see a man with a scar on his lip. I go feral for that shit. Why couldn't he be classy like Megumi.

But describing Toji? Scars over his back and knuckles that are always red.

[I use to date this guy, and he got famous for lip syncing to a Toji audio, so like i hate toji now]

[maiyamogs]

Shiyōu

roommates, Rin Itoshi and Yoichi Isagi who try to win you over | timeskip au

Contents : needy!isagi, dominant!rin, masturbation, sexual tension, dry humping, cursing

a/n : I use japanese in this!! sometimes I don’t understand what words go with this sentence, so sorry for the troubles. it’s not perfect ofc im okinawan/laos | creds to those who taught me what the eigo sex education hahah

⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡

At first, Rin wasn’t expecting this living arrangement

He chose to share that dinky house with Isagi and his friend, so he could be closer to his team. And then the so-called pal was actually you, the model, whose’ instagram flicks he had- never mind.

Since he was the first one there, he settled into his bedroom but there wasn’t much to add.

The apartment front door was heavily knocked twice, or more. It clicked open, and Rin was prepared to face Isagi’s wrath.

“Hi, sorry to come inside but is Yoichi here?” You stood in front of his room with two small suitcases.

Perched on his bed like a silent sentinel, Rin sat with his back against the wall, one knee drawn up. A book rested in his hands, but he wasn’t reading it anymore. “He’s not.”

This was going to take awhile.

On the other hand, Isagi was overly excited to have his best girl ‘friend’ and his ultimate, arch-rival.

When Isagi swings the apartment door open later, carrying two convenience store bags full of snacks. “Rin! Koko ni imasu ka!”

Isagi freezes in the doorway as he watches you sprawled on the carpet. “Yoichi. Can you unlock my bedroom?” you asked, sitting up.

“Oh, there’s only two rooms.”

⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡

Two different pairs of eyes turned to look at y/n

Rin’s cold, teal gaze versus Isagi’s hopeful, blue stare.

“I don’t care. I picked my bed first.” Rin leaned against his bedroom doorframe as you all stood in the hallway.

“No way! y/n should get one of the rooms!” said with such passion it made you think he was doing too much.

“I’m fine with sharing.” your fingers twist a piece of your dead hair.

“Who would you even share it with!” Isagi’s voice cracked mid-sentence.

Rin stayed silent for exactly a few seconds then abruptly pushed off the doorframe and strode towards you.

Without a word, he grabbed one of your suitcases toward his bedroom like it was already decided.

Isagi whirled around Rin, and exclaimed, “HEY! You don’t get to just claim her!”

⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡

The pāsonaru jimu by the house was where Rin trained alone at night. To clear his head mostly, maybe because he had two roommates now.

This jimu was also the hot spot where you and your friends would practice the machines, so during the daytime you would all act like pros.

While they were in the senmendai, you slipped out to check if anybody was in the jimu before you would all start trolling and then this bitch just sits there all hot and gross.

You could tell Rin was having a good time here. Eyes closed so that meant concentration. The way his tank top strains at the shoulder. Just spit in my face already,

All lean and muscles. Should you leave? Nah, because he already left his leg-press machine. His teal eyes flicked up and you were startled like a rabbit.

“Quit following me.” Sweat dripped down his sexy collarbone as he reached for a towel draped over nearby equipment. He wiped it across his broad chest while staring right at you.

‘Whatever you say Fūhei’ you thought before retrieving to the senmendai.

⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡

In the living area, you unzipped a sleek new dress from its garment bag. The fabric shimmered under the soft light above.

You’d just started slipping it on when Isagi came out of his bedroom. “Is anyone home?” He questioned loudly as he walks in you.

“EH?!” His brain short circuited. There you stood, half dressed as you were fastening it properly. “I’m running late to my photo op.”

“Hey. I’ll drop you off, just give me one hour.”

“Not a chance Yoichi.” You blew him a kiss before leaving.

⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡

The apartment suddenly felt way too small to invite anyone. Three people in the Ima, and it was over.

“I need you guys to go play in the room.” You stated. Surprisingly, they were getting along due to a hard video game.

“We can’t move the terebi,” rin explained.

“Fine, don’t complain when my friends get here. And don’t be weird.”

‘Kawatta ne hitoda.” Isagi muttered, but you smacked the back of his neck.

Later, the dorm swung open with a burst of laughter and chatter. Your friends saw the two locked in the game. “Minasama, we’ve stumbled on hidden treasure.”

“Are you Yoichi Isagi?” One of your friends asked. She sounded way too excited for someone who definitely recognized him from soccer highlights.

Another friend’s gaze zeroed in on Rin before she turned to you. “You have to put me on with him.”

“Why? I don’t want you too.” You stated in a soft, defensive tone.

“Come on, you’re my friend.”

“Eugh fine,” You sat down on the sofa besides Rin’s head. “Hey, my friend wants to say something to you.”

He glanced up at her with icy disinterest. “Hurry Rin, the game is starting!” Isagi shouted as he ran into his bedroom to retrieve something.

“So you play fūtbol too?” She asked, stepping forwards.

Rin nodded once before slowly turning his head to look directly at you again. Silently asking, ‘Why are these people here’

“I’m back, let’s play.” Isagi said, settling onto the couch with the controller warm in his hands.

“Rin is shy, and Isagi is stinky. Let’s just all go to my room.” You explained with a smile, trying to dismiss the situation as soon as possible.

“Ok.”

⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡

After a hearty dinner, this trio you all formed would have their first normal night. Rin wasn’t at the gym, Isagi was home early, and you had taken an everything shower.

In your shared bedroom with Rin, you stepped inside with a glass of water. The plant besides your window was tall, beautiful, and fake.

But Rin didn’t know. So, You poured the water onto the soil and hoped for the best.

“Should have done it during the day.”

“I was busy,” You replied, sitting down on the edge of your bed. “Rin.”

He glances up.

“How come you rejected my friend, Sofia?”

“If I have you, then why would I even be interested in other girls.”

“But I’m your-“ he ends the conversation by turning off the lights, and pulling the covers over his head. Tch Tch Tch eyeroll,

⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡

It’s that kind of ‘friendship’ that keeps Isagi stable. He’s never had a relationship before, but he likes to think what you and him have are close enough to one.

‘Open up your legs ima work them out’ he mutters, clearly in his own ego. He had these chunky headphones that squished the corners of his eyes, and a bright game he was locked in on.

You weren’t doing anything important, just scrolling on your phone but every now and then yours eyes would drift to Isagi: how casually cute his side profile was lit from the terebi glow.

“Maitta.” He whispers, throwing his hand console onto his lap. He leans his head back where it nudges your hand.

The silence stretched before your fingers curl into his mane. “I bet you’ll win the next one.”

“I will.” He determined to stay focus again. He was fully immersed into the battle his character was facing.

His brows slightly furrowed when he lost a round, and he muttered a curse but can someone teach this fuck head how to use profanity.

After treacherous rounds, he won his match as the egoist of Samurai Shod own.

A small victory smile of his grew bigger once he turned to face you. His heart did a stupid flip that made him lean in for a kiss. You moved an inch, so he aimed for the cheek instead.

He pulled back immediately after, cheeks pink. ‘Why did I do that to her’ he thought, but instead you jumped on him for a celebration hug.

Mind you, it’s just a video game.

⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡

No y/n, you’d gone out with your friends for a late-night photoshoot, leaving them alone together for once.

Like again, Rin was on the console and Isagi came to express his feelings.

Isagi flopped onto the couch, and scrolled through his phone. Hoping you would text him ‘how are you guys’ instead of Rin. He doesn’t even check his phone.

Then he sighed dramatically, loud enough that Rin glanced to the mirror that showed Yoichi’s reflection. “I miss y/n.”

Rin’s hands stilled. “The fuck?” Oh that for sure slipped out. He resumed back to his game with a heavy mind, but Isagi would just not let it go.

“She’s so cute though right?” A dreamy smile is plastered onto his face while he closes his eyes. “Like I know she’s sometimes has attitude to me, but her kindness is what appeals to me.”

Itoshi stay calm, but that grip on his controller was something else.

Because of course Isagi fucking liked you too.

Why wouldn’t he? You were sweet ish, pretty, and kind to everyone.

But that stupid realization hit Rin like a punch, and his rivalry with Isagi wasn’t about fūtbol anymore.

“Rin you good?” He laid on his stomach, so he could face the television.

His jaw clenches as his glare shifts to the mirror where Isagi could see his face. “You like her?”

Isagi blinked, caught off guard. Then he grinned wider, “Yeah! I really do!”

And just like that, the air turned toxic.

“You don’t get too.” Rin’s voice came out low before he stood abruptly. He loomed over Isagi, and said “Kanojo wa watashi ga hoshii.”

⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡

“Sentaku.” You stated, barging into Isagi’s room. His chambers were dim, blinds closed, and there he was. Under all those blankets?

“Hm? Why are you hiding?” You set his freshly folded laundry by his bedside, and reached for the edge of the covers.

“D-Don’t!..” He gasped, his arm pokes out from under the mōfu. “Ga warui desu ka?”

When you pulled the buraketto down to reveal his face, it was heavily flushed followed by hiccups.

He quickly sits up, and tries to explain his flustered state but you cut him off, “Are you no decent?”

“Please, I need this.” He leaned his head heavily by your shoulder before taking your soft hand. A hiccup here, and a boner there.

“Pay attention to me.” Holding onto you like you might disappear, and if he kept this puppy boy act. Then, hmph.

His broad hand guided yours to black shorts that sat low on his hips. His hips slightly jerk forward when precum spills out.

“Baby please..” Isagi’s throat was a little tight, and every word he said was even trembling. He undid his own shorts while you looked away.

“But we’re roommates..” you replied quietly.

“Don’t say that.” His instinct drove him to take another breath before he would- “If I’m making you uncomfortable, please leave.” He spoke.

“Mmh..Issho ni itai.” His left hand held his erect penis, and his fingertips covered the column with his nails.

“Watashi hoshi desu, Isagi-Chan.” Your hand slowly went up and caressed the tip of the overflowing liquid.

He winced, but exhaled slowly. “Atsui sugoku desu.” What kind of wet voice did Isagi have that made you listen?

Under the dim light, Isagi could still see clearly that your dainty fingers circled the top and masturbated down one by one.

The sound of masturbating. Familiar to his secret fetishes. He seemed to be too excited, no longer trying to suppress his gasp.

“…I…” Isagi trembling said in a low voice, “…y/n..”

He hesitantly, but willingly shifts your body closer, closer, closer yep right there. His broad cock twitched between your thighs once he settled you down.

For a moment, he thought felt that all his hunger and thirst were satisfied at this moment. “T-Thank you.”

Does this bitch have a thigh kink. You squeezed them together and whispered by his ear, “Anytime.”

⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡

“..Penquin..?” At the small desk nearby, you were reviewing English before you would go on national television.

Rin’s been on there multiple times, and was already fluent in English. “Penguin desu.”

“Ah hah, hadashi.” One correction, and you’re already done. You closed your textbook, and stood up.

He tensed a little. Was he mad? “Daijobū desu ka?”

“Mm.” He shrugged his shoulders.

After that handjob you gave Isagi, that loud ass bitch kept bragging about it in the locker room.

How come Rin lost to him when it came to you..

You stepped forward, and smiled. “France ni iita oki, doushite nai no eigo?”

“De manabe Nihon.”

“Omae wa baka ka?” You who kept talking were surprised when he turned to face you, making you stagger backwards.

However, quickly, Rin caught your waist and pulled you towards him.

‘Why did you sleep with Isagi.’ He muttered, lifting your body onto his lap. He holds your legs and wraps them around his hips.

“Rin, what you doing?” You asked. So he is mad.

“Show me everything you did with him.” He started, “That you wanted to do with me.”

That time with Isagi, it was heavily climatic. But that bitch was so needy, like what if I wanted to be the bitch this time.

“But I didn’t do anything with him.” Your hands pressed his chest, giving him a little push to the wall.

“Ssshh, Shaberu na.” Rin brings his lips closer to your and whispers, ‘Can I have this?’ Permission from his one and only roommate.

“Ok.” His hand slid down your chest, brushing your nipples through the thin, white shirt.

“You dress like this on purpose.” He groaned as he brings his hips to match yours. You began to grind against his growing erection.

Your desperate movement of simulating thrusts, fast but deep. Your hands tremble while gripping his shoulders.

“Ghhh! Rin!” You know this was just dry humping, but how was he keeping such a fast pace with a straight face. Lmao that rhymed.

As soon as Rin began to feel the sexual tension, he rocked his hips in sync with your hips in his grasp. Is this how Isagi felt like?

Maybe not, because you were the one who was having the orgasm. You continue to roll and grind his hips while a mound of cum squished in your underwear; some leaks down your thigh.

Yelp after yelps, Rin avoids the noise complaint by kissing you. Those frantic moans were silenced by his rough attempts of getting back at Isagi.

Because he really did love the idea of having his rival’s crush on his hard dick. “Mmm, arigato.” He muttered between wet, sloppy kisses.

You’d think he was starting to get tired, but this was just the start.

⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡𖦹°⚽︎⋆｡𖦹° ⚡︎ ⚡︎ ⋆｡

The dinky house you all shared was charged. Why? Because over a video game, is why Isagi brought you up first.

“I kissed her.” Simple, no bragging yet.

“And I fucked her in our shower.”

Both of them were admitting their moments with you, like literally right in front-

“Stop. I have an idea..” you stated, blocking the terebi screen.

“But you guys have to be open-minded.”

[maiyamogs]

Levi Ackerman’s Ideal Date

I personally think Canon!Levi is not a romantic due to all what he’s been through and his personality. But for this, I’ll stretch it out a little. creds to uzmachiato for the banner !

It’s a quiet evening in Liberio. After days of intense training and reconnaissance missions, Levi finally got leave and was planning to rest the entire weekend. It’s unfamiliar for sure to him, but ever since he got with you he has loosened up. Not entirely of course.

“Don’t tell me you’re closing already!” You yelled out in the center of the market. Merchants started closing their stands once night fell. You should have known better, especially since Levi expected you and a warm meal.

Once you got back home, you spent hours of prepping. Slicing vegetables, simmering broths that smelt like yumminess. The timer for the potatoes you baked were done and the click of the front door was heard.

Now standing there awkward-faced amid carnage of the kitchen, you explained, “I know your kitchen is suppose to be spotless! But I just made a little mess because I wanted to make you supper for when you came home.”

Levi becomes hesitant, walking past you. He inspects the food you prepared with guilt in his eyes. “y/n, I’m sorry but I can’t eat this.”

“Wait what why?”

“I trust you.” “I do. but I’d prefer cooking for the both of us knowing that I prepared it.”

A small smile crept onto your face and you nodded. “Oh alright. Tell me when you’re done papi.”

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

A little while after 2 AM, he was done cleaning AND cooking. He knocks softly on your bedroom door before opening it. “Come out.”

You followed behind him and then he clumsily shoves a bundle of flowers in your old vase. “this is so nice of you.”

He pulls out a chair without saying anything, gesturing for you to take a seat.

The table has two place settings : miso soup, seared salmon, and steamed rice shaped into a pyramid.

His eyes flickered down to see your reaction, but of course you were happy about everything. Your smile crept all the way to your ears. “I love your cooking. You should have cooked this on our first date.” Referring back to the first days when you guys met made his heart relieved that you weren’t disappointed.

a/n : omg yall don’t play i js found out how to do that gradient font and banner shhh

[maiyamogs]

Cursed Slipper

fantasy au

heian!sukuna x Cinderella!reader

Once upon a time, in the Heian era, long-lived the King of Curses, a figure shrouded in terror and awe. Fabled for his immense power. He is believed to embody dark sorcery and the fate to find love. Unless he is hexxed.

A/N : mischaracter of kuna but let us be delusion.

I wasn’t taught about the heian era by school o parents soo my facts might not be updated

credits to all fanart and manga panels and the author of Cinderella themself.

In a quiet village nestled beneath the cherry blossoms, there lived a gentle soul overshadowed by misfortune. You were the daughter of a bureaucrat in the imperial court, managing tax records or overseeing ceremonies at Kyoto’s palace. But it wasn’t enough to protect him from tragedy. Unlucky for your father, he was relocated to a harsh area. A place where they sent criminals.

Lady Suzume, your stepmother, was a woman of polished cruelty. Her face was flawlessly painted in powder and cherry-red lips that would never soften into a smile. Daughter of a minor noble family, she had married your father for status rather than love.

Extensions of her will, Yeu and Elvina, were her twin daughters. Of course, you didn’t see them as your sisters. Why would you? They named you “The Servant who Sleeps Upstairs.” In that tiny yaneura.

Yeu was a beauty trained as a shirabyoshi by her mother, hoping that one day she would be able to marry someone of such honor. A dancer whose body moved perfectly through courtly routines despite being as shallow as lake water beneath moonlight.

Elvina’s personality was similar, you could say. She committed malicious acts alongside her sister and mother, but her heart wasn’t in it. She always admired you as the responsible, older sister.

After his death, two years prior, officially from illness. She inherited the estate and you as an obligation.

“I wish this thin futon would turn into a real bed,” you wished. Slumped onto the shikkibuton. It was only morning, and your back ached from the scrubbing pots and pans since dawn.

)Zori means shoes(

A single tattered blanket covered you, eyes fluttering shut despite the distant sound of Zori’s bustling towards your towers. “y/n!!” A loud whine comes from outside as your younger sister unlocks the door.

“Hey! Ask permission before you come in.” You scolded, sitting up to face her. The only sound she could make now was her soft footsteps on wood. She carried a high-collared kimono of indigo silk. “I can’t fit into my kimono. What will Yeu say!” She sits down on the bed and cries into simple cotton.

Elvina was 14 weeks pregnant. It’s surprising how busboy has found out yet. She was so dramatic with her mood swings.

“Everything will be fine! Go play ball with CiCi! She’s in the courtyard.” Please, please, please. Let me get what I want.

“But I want to stay with you.” She wraps two plump arms over your shoulders, squeezing you into a hug. Her exaggerated tears and sniffles stained your yukata.

Maybe you and Rodwave have the same origin story after all.

Considered a servant more than a daughter, Lady Suzume brought you and the stepdaughters to Sukuna Estate. Built of black volcanic stone and polished fire wood, it was not as grand as the imperial residence, but it carried weight. As the three went off to greet the imperial, you were ordered to stay in the courtyard.

The grands were vast: manicured rows of plants with blood-red camellias, bridges over koi ponds, and paths lined with crimson torii gates. Everything was coldly precise for a beast.

Two young palace pages, no older than twelve, darted through the garden. Giggling behind their sleeves as they spotted you kneeling in the dirt, planting a white jasmine in a sea full of red.

One boy, pink-haired and gap-toothed, crept up silently while his friend hid behind a tree.

SPLASH.

A bucket of water tumbled from above right onto your head. Their prank? It was turning real childish.

Water dripped down from your face and soaked into the simple cotton yukata. It looked like your wet hair clung to your cheeks as wet ribbons. The kids bursted into laughter, unfiltered childish glee. They pointed at each other as if you were the joke itself.

“Look! The servant girl got rained on!” Then they vanished between bushes before she could even scold them, or worse: cry. A small, wrapped item. A maroon dusted artifact had fallen from the boy’s sleeve as he fled.

It lies in a perfect circle of sunlight near your feet. You stared at it thinking, no one ever gave you things. Not since your father died. You slowly picked it up, turning the sacred capsule in your palm.

The laughter had long faded. You forgot what scrubbing floors felt like, your stepmother’s scolding, the feeling of being invisible. Just this tiny purpose that some prankster dropped and somehow made everything softer for just five seconds.

“This can do.” Enclosed in the small oshiire, it was too dark and cramped to do anything. But the curiosity took over you: that pure magical scent rose to your nose.

You popped off the top of the capsule, carefully discarding the small velvet tucked beneath the cloth. Inside? A bracelet woven from silver threads laced with tiny sapphires forming ancient protective charms. Fingers trembling as you slipped the sacred bracelet onto your wrist. The moment it clicked into place, something shifted.

A warm pulse traveled like sunlight breaking through bad weather. “I have to get out of here.” You muttered to yourself, emerging from the closet.

Hurrying down the quiet hallway towards the grand throne room. Noblewomen, including Yeu and Elvina were posing prettily for passing noblemen while Lady Suzume sips teas with other matrons.

“You’re late.” She whispers as you take a seat by the lacquered table. “Gomen.” You glanced down to check up on the bracelet. It glowed underneath your long sleeve, the silver shimmering faintly. Elvina flirted openly with one of the king’s advisors; mind you, she’s secretly engaged.

A satisfied Uraume, the king’s most trusted, whose face was strikingly ethereal. Pale skin kissed by cool tones. Their sharp eyes scanned the room calmly, then paused when their gaze landed on you. Not because you stood out, but that sparkly ornament on your wrist. Uraume approached slowly, the guests at the table fell silent when he stopped a few paces from your stepfamily.

“Honored Uraume,” she said sweetly, Lady Suzume bowing deeply. A gesture of respect for the king’s acquaintance. “My daughters and I are pleased with this event.” A friend flashed a smile meant for charm, but Uraume didn’t acknowledge them.

“You. Follow.” The teapot felt super heavy in your hands as your mind becomes blank. You set it onto the table and excuse yourself from the group.

Being summoned by the king himself? That was spooky. You followed behind Uraume into a red moon garden. A secluded courtyard beneath the night, despite it being afternoon. Black bones and stones paved the ground, silver-blue souls gliding silently across the shallow air, and at its center was a long figure sitting beneath a gnarled plum tree.

Tall. Still. Dressed entirely in black-sangria robes. He stared at something small held in his hand, but when Lord Uraume bowed deeply beside you. Sukuna finally lifted his gaze and looked directly at you.

His eyes weren’t cruel, but they weren’t kind either. A weight of judgement that made your spine stiffen. “Sukuna-sama.” Uraume’s soft hands encircle your wrist, sliding your sleeve down your elbow.

Each tiny sapphire embedded in the silver thread shimmered lightly, but when brought closer to Sukuna’s presence; its glow grew brighter. A huff is the only thing he can respond with. So sassy.

“Did you steal from my ruins?” Your uneasy mood changes swiftly to frantic as you tried to explain the situation of how you came across the jewel. Like he really gave two fucks. “Uraume explain.”

The smile on their face was so grand that it reached to their ears and closed their eyes. “What you have on your wrist belongs to the master’s forgotten bloodline.”

“A sorcerer’s soul is stuck in there. Hm, Sukuna who do you think it is?” Uraume brings your wrist closer to his eyes, tapping gently on the sapphire.

Sukuna didn’t respond. Instead, he crushed the human skull in his hands and threw it past you. You flinched and yanked your wrist away. “Like I said. I didn’t steal! I found it after some kid dropped it.”

“Also master, she wasn’t one of the contestants. Would you like her to join?” You couldn’t possibly compete against all the noblewomen in the kingdom. Right?

“I prefer that this woman works under me. Not besides me.”

A frown appears on your face. “I don’t work for anybody.”

For a long moment, you both stared at each other with disgust. Uraume reached out and tried to uplift the situation. “Y/N why don’t you feed the souls? They haven’t seen such divinity in so long.”

Your wide eyes snap to reality and you nodded without thinking. You walked around the secluded garden, hand feeding every spirit with cursed energy.

Carefully kneeling down on a tatami mat, you were in the presence of three soul lanterns. Each one hovered about the ground containing a wisp of captured soul.

The first one glowed in the dark, having the body of a jellyfish. You slid a handful of black rice underneath the tray. Then softly whispered, “For you.”

While doing so, Sukuna studied your face. How could you be so calm around things that wanted you dead? “Uraume, enter her in my draft. Mine eyes, they yearn to gaze more.”

After a few days, the king of curses sent you home with an invitation to his banquet. I guess you charmed him well enough to let you keep three orbed Lumas.

He had allowed it. Not out of pity, but because he found the idea of a servant girl handling something feral is appealing.

Each soul you tamed, resided in the lanterns. Your stepfamily thought you were crazy for bringing them home, but you saw them as babies.

This evening was the banquet. The whole kingdom was practically invited to party with the king finding someone to celebrate life with.

Your stepsisters had it easy. No chores, or making their own dress was on their mind. All they had to do was pose pretty and catch any of the noblemen’s attention.

Sitting on your futon, you watched as two of the star spirits create a dress right in front of your eyes.

It wasn’t bought from the market, or created by simple cotton. They carefully extracted their energy into soul light to infuse glow in the threads.

“I forgot. I have to name you all.” You glance down at your lap, the lazy Luma fake-sleeping on you. “Angel.”

The other ethereal soul, whose glow was pulsing to help untangle a thread gave you serene vibes. “My orbie can be named Tamaki.”

“Hmm and the last one?” The last one held a tomato for needles in their imaginary mouth. Bobbing their head to the side for entertainment as Tamaki tries to fix a stitch in the dress. “How about Ofelia?”

❀࿐ ❀࿐ ❀࿐ ❀࿐ ❀࿐ ❀࿐ ❀࿐

A careful finishing knot was the final touch to the project. You were so proud of the two, the bracelet glowing along with your happiness. “Hm. That’s surprising. It goes along with my emotions.”

You brought up your wrist towards the three curious souls, but they flinched due to how powerful the aura was. Uraume had told you it was from Sukuna’s forgotten bloodline.

“I’m so sorry. Here I’ll take it off to give you all a proper hug.” But the thing won’t budge. It was practically stuck.

It was no use, but this night wasn’t going to be ruined! You changed into the jūnihitoe, and it was so voluminous on you.

Now you realized, you could finally go to the royal event. Hair done, edges laid, yes ok! You slip on your asagutsu’s and run out the door.

“Please wait for me!” You exclaimed, running down the stairs. “Isn’t my dress lovely? Do you think it’ll do.”

“Oh no mother she can’t!” Yeu replies.

“After all we did make a bargain. Didn’t we Yeu? And I never go back on my word.” Your stepmother stated.

“How very clever. These beads. They give it just the right touch. Don’t you think so right Yeu?”

“No I don’t. I think she’s-“ she gasps exaggeratedly. “Why you little? They’re my beads!”

“Give that here!” She snatches the necklace from your collar bone, breaking it in half. The beads scattered across the floor and the Lumas hid behind the stairwell in fear.

“And you’re wearing my sash!” Called out by Elvina. She reached out and ripped your dress into shreds. She can change so fast.

“Girls, Girls. That’s quite enough. Hurry along now both of you. I won’t have you upsetting yourself.” The two sisters waltz outside unfazed.

“Goodnight.” Your stepmother said with a smirk. The door clicks-shut-and now you’re alone all over again.

Hands holding the tears running down your flushed cheeks, you sprinted into the courtyard.

You fell over the fountain, crossing your arms on the base of the fountain. Water pumps from above and you can see the Lumas hovering over you with concern.

The horse, the hound dog, the mice, the lumas. All tried to warn you with any sound they can make. But with your head down, you couldn’t see who was besides you.

The sorcerer who was residing in the bracelet you had, escaped, but at what cost? His name was Satoru Gojo.

“No it isn’t true.” You sniffled. “It’s just no use. No use at all. I can’t believe not anymore. There’s nothing left to believe in.”

“Nothing? Now you don’t mean that.” Gojo uses his cloak sleeve to wipe your tears. “Nonsense child. If you lose all your faith, I couldn’t be here. But here I am!”

“Dry your tears. You can’t go to the ball looking like that!” He lifts you onto your feet and pulls out a magic wand. “We’ll have to hurry.”

“Oh. you must be!-“

“The Fairy-God Father!” The three soul lanterns unison. They swarm over your heads and sit on the tiers of the fountain.

“I say the first thing you need is a pumpkin.”

“Sal e me doo. A bippity boppity boo!” The pumpkin turned into a giant four legged carriage. “a thingamabob that does the job is a bippity bippity boo.”

The lumas dance around the magic. “Oh it’s beautiful!”

“Now a carriage is supposed to have horses!” Gojo turns towards the Lumas and points his wand at them.

“Just a wave of my stick and to finish the trick! A bippity-boppity boo!” The spirits transformed into armored horses.

“Oh goodness yes! The finishing touch! That’s you my dear.” He wavers his wand around and magic wraps around your ruined dress. It swiftly changes into a unique design, something never seen in the heian era.

The dress is the epitome of divinity. The deel sapphire blue of a gown is rich and sophisticated. It curves into a V neck bodice with long sashes over the dress. “Oh Satoru. This is too much!”

“Trust me sweetheart. I know Kuna’s taste.” He waves his wand again over your face, a mask appears. “We wouldn’t want your stepfamily to ruin this night. It adds character to you.”

“Hop in! Enjoy the night it’s still young.” He opens the door to your carriage, but you’re still admiring yourself from the reflection of the sparkling fountain water.

“On the stroke of twelve. The spell will be broken and everything will be as it was before.”

“Oh I understand, but it’s more than I ever hoped for.” He rushes you into the carriage as it moves forwards. You wanted to say thank you one last time, but he vanished with a swift movement of his wand.

The grand hall thrived with music and laughter. The king’s annual festival in full swing. Of course, he’d rather have a laidback one full of massacre. But this would do.

Among them, a line of noblewomen stood in their dais, Sukuna’s potential brides. Yeu and Elvina were in front row, showing off their synchronized dancing skills. That’s what the kingdom known them for as the youngest shirabyoshi’s.

You arrived at the Estate, the reception hall was quite busy. You picked up both sides of the dress; so it wouldn’t drag so much.

“I really hope Gojo’s plan is going to work.” You whispered to yourself, looking through the crowd.

The clock - 9:00 PM

Flashing a coy smile to Uraume, they were the only one who could tell who you were underneath the mask.

“Y/N you look very shameful.”

“I-I know! But I didn’t have any other dresses to wear! So I had to result in one my friend made!”

“It’s not a bad thing. It’s what Lord Sukuna is exactly looking for.” Uraume gives a reassuring smile before walking back towards the stage.

“Next is Lilys Riley. Daughter of General Simon.” A young British girl waltz up to the stage and bows deeply to Sukuna.

“She doesn’t even go here!” Yelled by someone in the audience. Sukuna flicks his hand upwards, dismissing the lady.

“Sukana-sama why aren’t you complying?”

“After many women, I find all hearts alike. I must find the woman that stands out.” Uraume looks at him with a blank face.

He stood up from his elevated throne and walked around the ballroom. Towering over most people, he wanted to see if any prospects could catch all of his four eyes.

Sukuna stopped walking entirely. His dark eyes sweeping across the sea of noblewomen and towards the front door.

You stood slightly apart from the other girls. Not because you wanted too, but because they were all avoiding how you were dressed.

It didn’t matter what they were thinking, Sukuna came after you like a wild beast. His two arms below struck out to reach you, but Uraume stepped in between you both. “Take it outside.”

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆

Sukuna’s top eyes stared at your masked face, but his bottom ones glanced at your cleavage.

“sukebe!” You crossed your arms over your chest. “I have a great personality too.”

“Why do you choose to wear a dress like this to my event. And why cover your face.”

“Do you remember how we met?” You asked, revealing the bracelet on your wrist. “Somehow that sorcerer became my Fairy-Godfather.”

“Ah. Satoru. That white albino son of a b-“

You slammed your gloved hand over his mouth. “Sorry. I can sense my children are here somewhere.”

His brow furrows. “How dare you place your hands on me.” His fangs sink into your silk-covered fingers.

Immediately pulling back, you shake your hand out. “I wanna dance!” You switched up as soon as you heard the biwa play.

“Yare ya.” He mutters, staring into your cleavage again. “Ugh, you’re acting like you never felt a woman before!”

“Because I haven’t. My first will reside with the future empress.” A smile is plastered onto your face as you took his rough hands in.

A language of the soul. Dancing.

the clock - 11 PM

The crowd didn’t dare to say anything. If they did, all would be slaughtered.

You guided Sukuna, but he was a natural. His movements were fluid yet commanding. He spun you once until wrapping four arms over your body.

So close-super close. The vibrations in his chest as he growled made you think of how Bonnie Blue gave birth to Ichigo to save the world.

“Suki, what’s happening?” You glanced down and your eyes widened at the sight between you and his hardcore abs. A tongue dripping of saliva escaped from the slit of his dark kimono.

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

“The young king bowing to the assembly. Suddenly he stops, looked up. There she stands. The girl of his dreams.”

“Who she is or whence she came? He knows not nor does he care for his heart tells him that here is the maid predestined to be his bride.” Uraume laughs as they tell the exact story of what was going on through Sukuna’s head.

“A pretty plot for fairy tale but in real life hah no! Doomed to failure! He is hexxed!”

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃 So is this love?

As the musicians notice the king had chosen a partner, they swiftly switched to a soft, romantic melody. One meant for couples dancing below an eclipse.

A bellow moonlight. He led you outside, through open shoji doors. Dead petals drift like snowflakes in gentle breeze. The warm golden light from indoors casted a shadow of you both swiftly spinning each other around.

Down with careful steps, he held your gloved hand and pulled you down the stairs. And there. Under an ancient plum tree despite late spring, you began to dance again.

Sukuna didn’t follow formal court steps, or rigid waltz. Maybe because he wasn’t ever taught before. He moved with instinct; one hand resting on your back and the other on your shoulder.

Everything in the garden came to life. What was a dying black elephant ear, bloomed into a beautiful puppy. As you guys were about to share a kiss, a sound cut through. A clear chime of a clock tower.

Dong..Dong.. two strikes followed. You froze mid-step, your eyes widened with fear and realization.

“Oh. Oh my goodness!” You gasp.

“What ails you?” He lets go of your hand and brings you to sit down on the stairs.

“It’s midnight.”

“Yes, and verily, ‘tis true.”

“Goodbye.” You stand up in a rush, but he roughly pulls you back.

“Please tarry with me. Thou canst not go so soon. It’s only midnight.”

“Oh I must. Please please!” You plead, placing a hand on your chest. The clock strikes again and you back away in a hurry. “Forgive me.” He stated with a devastated tone. “I did not catch thy name of my okusan.”

You remember all the warnings from Satoru. Leave by midnight. And you were no different. As you sprinted down the hall, one step slipped beneath hurried footfall.

Thud. You stumbled, body lurching forward. The sacred bracelet was long gone due to the impact. It clattered to stop on one of the marble’s polished steps.

For half a breath, no one saw it. Not guards below, musicians packing up, the kids above. But Sukuna did. He was frozen for half an instant before walking slowly as you disappeared.

He reached for the bracelet where it laid. The moment his fingers closed around it, the silver threads grew brighter. A quiet moment of his ancient magic recognizing him too. His dark eyes widened slightly when the powerful presence behind him came to life.

“Do you perhaps think we are enemies in the universe?” Satoru’s voice rings out. “Or just this one.”

“You locked me in a bracelet for years. All because I was considered the strongest.”

Sukuna turned around to face him with a strict face. It curved into a smirk and he begans laughing uncontrollably. “You? The strongest? I am the king of curses.”

“Let’s say this. If I help you find that woman, I am allowed to roam freely.” Satoru sidelong glances him with a deep smile. “One more time.”

You rushed through the palace corridors, your breath coming in short, panicked gasps. You had slipped out of a servant’s passage near the west wing. Your bare feet padded softly against wooden floors; no one saw you go, but as you fled, things started to change.

First: your pink yukata dimmed. The soft shimmer that had clung to it vanished entirely. It became just a simple cotton garment again: worn at elbows, slightly too long for your frame.

Then, the gold hoops in your ears? Gone. Poofed into nothingness like they were never there at all…

And most terrifying of all? The warmth on your wrist was nowhere. Just bare skin where magic once lived.

Soon the carriage crumples into that old pumpkin and the horses that were once beautiful and strong changed into the spirit lanterns Sukuna gifted you. You walked home barefoot to Lady Suzume’s estate. three souls tiredly flying around you.

“I’m sorry. I guess I forgot about everything. Even the time, but it was so wonderful. And he was so handsome and when we would dance, Im sure that even the king himself couldn’t have been more, more, more evil.”

“Oh well it’s over.” As you wiped a silent tear from your flushed cheeks, one of the Lumas’ Ofelia, pointed at your empty wrist. “Mama!mama!Mama! Bracelet?” You sighed and carried the three home. Back to being invisible again lmao.

“Everyone is talking about it. The whole kingdom! Oh hurry now, he’ll be here in a minute.” Your stepmother says, opening the curtains to the bedroom where your step-sisters slept.

“Who will?” Asked by Yeu, yawning. “The grand duke. They have been hunting all night for that girl who lost her bracelet at the ball last night.”

You walk into the bedroom with a tray of tea and asa gohan. It’s only been one night to recover from everything that has happened yesterday.

“They said he was madly in love with her.”

“Who?” Elvina sleepily replied with.

“The King.”

“The king?” You gasped and dropped the tray, alerting everybody in the room. As instinct, you went onto your knees and gathered the broken pieces. “You clumsily little fool! Clean that up and help my daugher’s dress up.”

“If he’s in love with that girl, why should we even bother?” Elvina questions, pulling the covers over herself.

“Now you too listen! There’s still a chance one of you could be married to him. If the bracelet glows the perfect amount, it is destined that Ryomen Sukuna is your husband!”

Hearing all this information made your head woozy. I mean, since it was your bracelet, you should be able to enter the contest?

That option was ruined by your stepmother as she locks you in your bedroom. “Oh please no you can’t!” You pleaded, pulling the door knob harder than before. “Let me out, you must!”

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

The Strong Biwa was stroked thrice when Sukuna’s grand arrival was here. Held securely in a velvet-lined box carried by Uraume, was the bracelet withholding a powerful sorcerer.

They demanded entry into the household. That’s how Sukuna was that desperate. Gojo spoke to him with such pride last night, it didn’t make him want to give up that easily.

“Let me present you to my daughters. Yeu, Elvina.” They both bowed deeply with respect, but they came with one purpose.

Uraume opened the jewel’s box. It still glowed faintly, but the magic hadn’t fully faded. Satoru recognized this place, or somebody nearby.

Sukuna ignored the formalities, stepping past the three in their own home. “We seek one of your household members. The woman who wore this.”

Lady Suzume stiffened, her mind racing. ‘If this belonged to y/n, then how did Sukuna have it’ she forced a polite smile and replied, “Which girl? I only have two daughters. Yeu and Elvina.”

Something in Sukuna’s gaze could pierce through that polite lie. Then without warning, he walked past them entirely and began moving towards your room. Like a string connected you both.

“That hallway leads to the servant’s quarters!” Lady Suzume called urgently in action, but he kept walking with Uraume by his side.

He reached your small room and pushed it open with full force. And there, on a thin futon, you slept in simple cotton clothes.

You’ve been lying awake. Rethinking and replaying all the moments of the ball. The three souls were rapidly moving in their lanterns as soon as they saw Sukuna.

The space usually quiet and lonely, now crackled with tension as he walks further in. “Pray, leave us. A moment of peace.”

Sukuna closed the door roughly behind him with precise. Kneeling down besides your bed. “Wife, the sun climbs high. Wake.” You peeked at him with one open eye, but he immediately clasped the bracelet around your wrist. The moment it appeared, light flared faintly between them, soft sapphire reacting to your appearance.

Lost? Now returned. “Oh Sukuna.” Your hands twitched under the blanket. He reached out, taking the trembling limbs and placed it on his cheek.

જ⁀➴ ♡ the wedding

It was not grand as he thought it would be. You weren’t spoiled due to the environment you grew up in. He didn’t care for tradition that much anyways. And so your marriage ceremony was simple: a private affair held in a moonlit garden behind the palace. Guests were a few. Only those closest to them.

Uraume stood solemnly as witness. The one who had first noticed something special that day you arrived at the palace.

Sukuna’s only family that he actually found fond of, lived in the century of 2000’s, modern day Japan. Somehow with wicked sorcery, he made all of the Itadori clan travel thousands of years back in time to visit the wedding they won’t remember.

Satoru Gojo came too. He was a bit chatty during the break of dawn, but he was so happy to be out of that stupid bracelet you still wore on your wrist.

And then, there was you. Radiant despite simplicity. You wore white, a color not common among the heian brides but it suited you perfectly.

Somehow, Gojo’s wedding gift was to present you and Sukuna with kids of your own. He turned each of those soul lanterns into fat, chunky babies that were the size of watermelons.

The exchange of vows were quiet, spoken in nervous truth. “Mine heart hath chosen thee above all others. Lady y/n, my empress, I choose you.” The silver ring slid onto your finger perfectly. And the moment it was placed on, the bracelet on your other wrist glowed bright, responding to its twin piece.

The Grand Duke gave an approval nod. Then Sukuna leaned down and kissed you. It was a satisfying gesture until your stepsister Elvina, the only family member you invited, was weeping of awe and joy.

When you finally parted, he rested his forehead against yours. Briefly closing his eyes and breathing you in. “I’m not hexxed. Finally.” He whispers and they lived happily ever after.

[BONUS SCENE]

A year passed, pages turning in a well-loved book. Your three children grew up to be strong and giant. All of them were two years old and could lift the futon altogether.

You and Sukuna’s marriage settled into something warm, private, real. You didn’t live in the palace anymore, but moved to a smaller estate in the outskirts of Heian-Kyo: surrounded by forests, orchards, and mountains.

Every morning, you were forced to wake up before Sukuna due to how hungry he gets. It’s like his first instinct is to smell what was for breakfast.

“Oi.” He barks, walking into the kitchen. His heavy build breaks the top of the doorway and he stands besides you. “I crave a change. Make my heirs human flesh.” His immense gluttony was shocking as you quickly refused, but like he would listen.

Sukuna already sat at the low table, three kids neatly tucked in their seats. You slid the plate of the infamous meat mountain towards him while giving the kids steamed rice and fish.

“I said, to prepare them, human beings.” He plucked flesh out of a limb like a seafood boil and hand fed one of the kids closest to him.

You nearly gagged and walked away, hoping the kids would follow you. But since they loved their papa so much, they started to act just like him.

The same eating habits, the way he talks back at you, how he fights or trains them. It was like he was fluff!kuna.

[maiyamogs]

morning paper

pro hero type sh

timeskip!bakugo x f!reader

authors note : slight mischaracterization + english not first language + can repost but noo copy + i use a bit of Japanese in here because its in mustafu. im okinawan/laos so im not fluent

creds : fanart I took from the library computer

Great Explosion Murder Dynamite

The Hanami Festival was a success. Today was a super duper special day for all the little friends at Kaguyaku preschool. Everywhere you glanced at there was thousands of pretty pink blossom trees. You could hear happy laughter from children and cheery music.

The camera crew sets up their vital instruments while you adjust your hair ruffled by the wind. In the corner of your eye, Kaito, your son was waiting by. He attends the preschool as a jolly, popular kid but today all he wanted to spend time with, was his mom and girlfriends.

A quick smile appears on your face as he waves at you eagerly. You pointed at the camera and held up the microphone to your immaculate face card.

“Saturday morning news! I am Y/N L/N reporting live at Musutafu’s very own delicate preschool, Kaguyaku.” The camera zooms in on giggling preschools that were now running away from the crew.

Your son comes up to you on live television. He wore a tiny samurai jingasa and a muted yukata robe. He clings onto your leg and pulls out a Sakura petal that was crushed in the palm of his hands.

“acche itte!” You quietly whisper, smiling at the camera. You gently shooed him away and he goes on to play with the other kids.

"We're seeing absolute cuteness overload as 50 three-to-five-year-olds wave their homemade origami fans. The children are about to participate in Japan's most precious cultural activities - making flower crowns from fresh sakura petals, trying traditional mochi sweets for the first time..."

That was all forgotten in a few moments when dramatic dark clouds swirl over the sky. Villains invaded the festival in a swift second, and you’re already running to the other side of the park.

Your professional demeanor shatters as you sprint a bit faster. While searching for your missing son, your distress triggered a latent quirk-speed light spirit.

The camera zooms in onto your feet as you leave a prismatic trail. “Woah she’s a human blur!” A bystander exclaimed, pointing at you before you slipped under a collapsed pillar.

There, you saw your son, Kaito. He was the most bravest kid at school. Especially since his quirk was full of fury. Next to him, someone? Not a villain. Maybe a hero. Oh Dynamite boy.

This was the pro-hero your son talks about all of the time. Sharing similar quirks, Kaito dreamed of meeting him one day. He was sitting on a plastic chair as Bakugo checks for wounds.

You quickly rush over, panting as you kneel down besides bombshell boy. “I’m so sorry I didn’t come any quicker. Are you alright? Are you hurt-“

“He’s fine ma’am.” You look over to Bakugo who was tying the little boy’s shoes. You lowk forgot he was there lmao.

“Thank you. So much.” Your eye twitched.

“Mama, are wa explosion murder king.” he pointed his tiny hand at Bakugo’s bruised cheek. You gasped softly when his nose began to bleed.

“are you alright?” You asked, sitting down on a pile of clattered wood. Rummaging inside your purse, you handed him a tissue. “musuko always get bloody nose like you when he use quirk.”

Katsuki takes a seat between you and the kid, wiping his nose. Despite the chaotic experience around the three of you all, it was quite peaceful here. “Arigato okusama.”

“mister mister. How come you’re so mean to everybody but me and my okāsan.” Kaito questioned, kicking his feet back and forth. Katsuki thought for a moment before scooting a bit closer to him. “Don’t tell mama, alright.”

They interlock pinkies and Katsuki whispers a secret that makes Kaito’s face lighten up.

Katsuki straightens his uniform, muscles flexing underneath. “I will be going to save others.“

His eyes met yours and a tinge of pink quickly spreads across his cheeks. You had this motherly glow even though he could tell how exhausted you were.

“I wish you everything.” He whispered the last part quietly before jumping back into battle.

“kureiji otoko san.” you whisper, running a hand through your disheveled locks of hair. You lend out a limb to lead Kaito out of this mess, but he refuses.

“Mama, what’s your type in men.”

“Do-Nantenno?!”

Katsuki Bakugo stomps into the brightly colored preschool, the one he went to when he was a toddler himself. He´d have been babied practically in front of everybody.

¨Oi! LISTEN UP, YOU BRATS!¨ He barks, a few toddlers flinched by the command. ¨IM HERE TO TEACH YOU HOW TO PROPERLY USE A QUIRK-¨

¨KACCHAN! YOU´ŔE SCARING THEM!¨ Midoriya quickly kicks him out the classroom to go comfort the frightened kids in the corner.

Bakugo clicks his tongue and scoffs. he freezes. The kid he saved awhile ago, the one from the Hanami Festival. He went here..?

¨Oh hey big explosion man.¨ Kaito nonchalantly walks towards him and embraces bakugo’s left armored leg. ¨why are you here?¨

¨Tch. no plans.¨ he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He really was trying not to kick this kid across the hallway. But Kaito´s sticky candied hands imprinted on his uniform.

¨Do you still like my mommy?¨ He asked, resting his cheek on the side of Bakugo´s legs.

¨I haven´t seen her yet.¨

¨She´s always working. I never have anybody to play with.¨

¨Hontoni.¨ Bakugo smirks.

¨Hai. Will you come and play with me mister mister explosion man.¨

¨Find friends your own age brat.¨ He gently knuckle punched Kaito´s head and walked back into the classroom.

The train by 45 was broken, so you had to wait at the station until it was fixed. An eerie silence in the distance was heard along with the sounds of announcements and complains.

Every few minutes, you keep texting the neighbors to check up on Kaito in case he came home. Just radiating, pure extensional rage.

…

..

.

Quietly, you entered inside the duplex, kicking off your pink flats by the door. You noticed there was an extra pair of shoes on the rack and you walk into the living room.

Why was Pro-Hero Katsuki Bakugo playing video games with your son? Matter in fact, out of all meals they chose packaged yakisoba.

“Nani okite inu?!” Your purse and keys drop the floor and you rush over to the television, blocking the screen.

“Have you learned nothing Kaito?! You never invited anybody into our house without telling me. You’re lucky mommy knows him.”

You shifted over towards Bakugo. His face had a tinge of pink and embarrassment. “How old are you? I should call your okāsan and Fuhei!”

He scratches the back of his neck. “Watashi wa 25.” You gasped dramatically and sat down on the armchair of the sofa. “No you’re not. I’m 23.” He raises a brow and puts down the controller. “You have a whole kid.”

Kaito crawls off the couch and stands in front of the both of you. “I need apol joose.” He stated before running into the kitchen.

“What school did you go to?” You asked, circling the sofa. You took a seat next to Katsuki and he extends a muscular arm across the couch.

“I went to U.A. The one on top of the hill.”

“Ohh, that one.” You leaned back your head but accidentally laid on his arm. You quickly pull back and smiled awkwardly.

“Uh so I actually came here for you.” He blurts out, suddenly sitting up straight. “Wait so your 23?”

“Mhhm.” You nodded with a small smile plastered onto your face. “Frick. I never dated someone younger. I’m into older women.”

Dating? “Nanidesku?” You whisper, throwing an amused punch at his shoulder. “Like we could go on a date.” His remarks was surprisingly pleasant and sweet, coming from someone so immature.

“We can go on one. If you want.”

A eager nod comes from Katsuki and Kaito too. He squeezed his empty juice box and placed it on the coffee table. “Mommy and explosion man. That’s scary.”

It was your first time being away from the city since a long time. A hurricane near the coast had sent you and the company across town to report news to your beautiful metropolis.

From your own words, you order Katsuki Bakugo, the man you have been seeing for a month now; asked him to stay with your son for a while. Mind you, Bakugo thought kids were annoying.

“Eat the damn noodles.” He barked, picking up the microwaved cup ramen and handing it to Kaito.

“Im tired of eating ramen and pizza EVERYDAY. I’m not a fricking mutant ninja turtle!” He kicks under the table.

“If you don’t eat, then I’m not taking you with me to pick up your mom-“

“NO SIR PLEASE!-“ Kaito jumps on Bakugo’s lap and hugs him tight. “I don’t want to eat your shitty food sir.” He weeps, lightly punching Baku’s chest.

“Fine fine. We’ll go now.” Bakugo picks up Kaito and grabs the car keys. He walks stiffly toward his sleek Porsche, Kaito perched on his hip like a tiny, wiggly backpack. The kid’s arms are wrapped around his neck in a death grip, chattering nonstop about airplanes and mommy.

Ignoring Bakugo’s usual "shut up" glare because he has have zero survival instincts.Katsuki struggles to open the car door one-handed since he refuses to let Kaito slide down. Finally wedging the boy into his booster seat with an awkward thump, he buckles him in… only for Kaito to immediately whine, “Boom-man drive FAST! Mama miss us!"

The engine roars as Bakugo peels out of the parking lot, way over speed limit, but weirdly? He doesn’t swear once at traffic lights. Just keeps checking rearview mirror every 30 seconds to make sure that chaotic little passenger is still there.

A text from Bakugo’s phone lights up. ‘Hey how’s the babysitting going?’ It was from Kirishima. He ignored it, but nosy Kaito snatched the phone away with his tiny fingers.

“Are you friends with Red Riot?” He questioned, scrolling through the phone to find games.

“Hey-give me that brat!” His arm reaches over behind the seat and takes the cellphone away. “We’re almost at the airport.”

“That’s going to take a gillion years!”

The airport terminal is buzzing with arriving passengers, luggage carts screeching and families reuniting in noisy embraces. Bakugo shoulders his way through the crowd, Kaito bouncing excitedly on his hip like a hyperactive parrot. Your tired and glowing face is mesmerized as Kaito runs towards you.

Kaito shrieks “MAMA!" and practically launches himself out of Bakugo's arms, tiny shoes slapping against tile as he barrels into your legs.

Bakugo lingers awkwardly behind them holding Kaito’s abandoned backpack which smells suspiciously of crackers, avoiding eye contact until you turns to him. “Oh my gosh.—thank you SO MUCH for taking care of him!” He grunts something that vaguely sounds like "no big deal"… but there's no hiding how gently he hands over the backpack full of crayon drawings Kaito made for you during babysitting duty.

The car ride back home is a stark contrast from the hurricane you once knew. You lightly chatted with Bakugo while the boy behind fell asleep.

“What did you guys eat throughout the week.”

“I ordered pizza and sometimes cooked ramen.” He drives a reasonable speed despite being a bit nervous.

“Please tell me you put in vegetables.”

“Peas and carrots in the ramen.”

You face palmed yourself. “I’ll make dinner once I get home. Stay please.” Your hand reaches out for his.

He straightens up and nods. “Is this considered our first date?”

“Maybe.”

🀢🀣🀦

Inside your house, it was a cozy duplex among your fellow friends and neighbors. You hum quietly as you chop vegetables on the counter. Kaito stands on a stool next to you, ‘helping’ (he’s actually just smearing flour everywhere) and lastly, Bakugo stands by the stove like he was command so.

He’s stirring a pot of curry with intense focus. a great cook really, but he can’t cook under pressure. Especially when it was the first date. Every so often, Kaito leans over to poke your arm, or show Katsuki his lopsided carrot slices.

Dinner unfolds so domestically as you began to set plates. The curry was done and so was Bakugo. “Man, I can’t wait to eat..”

“Me?” You interrupted.

“Son what.” Bakugo blinks profusely, but shakes his head fast enough to forget that ever happened. He forgot you had a flirty side.

He sat down in front of you and began eating mechanically; his usual aggressive chewing.

You eat gracefully, wiping your son’s mouth every 30 seconds and so. You plop an extra serving onto Bakugo’s plate without asking. “You need more protein.” He freezes mid bite. Nobody just feeds him like this, but weirdly? He doesn’t protest.

“HEY! We didn’t even say our thankful daily words!” Kaito exclaims.

“It’s alright, we can skip because we have a guest today.” You stated quietly.

“But mommy, I want to say it.”

“Fine, but let baku go first.”

“Me? Uh.. I’m thankful for my car, my status, and you.?”

“Stop it.” Kaito said, flinging his hot curry at Bakugo’s face.

After the chaotic dinner, you walked Bakugo to the front door. You were a bit sad that he was leaving so soon, but since Kaito was upset because Bakugo yelled at him for the curry situation; he had to go home.

“Thank you for babysitting.”

“No problem.”

“Don’t go. I want you to say over.”

Rain thud hard onto the roof. Another excuse to keep him inside. The guest room was nice and cozy. He’s been sleeping in there for the past days, just not with you.

“What did you do at the coast.”

“I had to look good for the camera.” You spoked.

“Nice.” The pillow between your body and his created distance and solemn. “Come closer.” He rasped.

“No.” You stated, throwing the pillow to the side. Gosh he was warm, rough too. Your back was against his chest, but his coarse hands froze on his sides.

“I had a long week of taking care of your kid.” He muttered, dipping his head into the nape of your neck. “Get off me. I don’t like private display of affection.”

He pulls back, but you elbow him. “I was joking.” Your fingers wrapped around his that slid onto somebody’s hip. “I expect nothing to happen tonight.”

“Yes ma’am.” He states in a tired tone. His muscles twitch under the sheets as his grip on your hip tightens. Along with the snores and tremors, you could tell he was asleep and it was your time too.

Presently, Dynamite made it onto the morning paper. Written by Y/N L/N themself. The second he unfolds the newspaper, his photo mid explosion, stares back at him on the front page under the headline :

“Hero of the Week for Saving 12 Civilians at Hanami’s preschool festival.”

There’s even a small blurb about how witnesses said ‘his usual craziness motivated people to move faster’ beside that? A grainy paparazzi shot of him carrying a kid out while covered in soot.

After he saved your son.

He sits there slightly shocked. You described him in such detail it made him fall even more in-he was such a classical guy. The newspaper creased in his grip as he overlooks the buildings beneath him. The rooftop of your newly built company you worked in.

Bakugo leaps off the rooftop, his suit blending in with the morning air. The newspaper is safely tucked in his belt.

To the scenic route of your office.

A nearby cat watches him parkour down the building as he climbs into the open window. “Oh my gosh!” You exclaimed, jumping out of your seat.

He awkwardly scratched the back of his neck and brought a hand up to the wall of your cubicle. “Do you want to go on a date again?”

。

終わり: I wish I coulda made the ending better

[maiyamogs]

The Hemophilia of the Soul

plugchoso! X nurse student reader

modern au

authors note : slight mischaracterization + all credits to people drawing I taken + english isn’t for language my heart soo sorry + can repost but please give credit + I wrote this for fun yay

Choso Kamo was running on fumes

Between the weight of his college workload, midterms looming, a lab report due tomorrow that he hadn’t even started, the constant drain of being a cursed spirit (his body still recovering from yesterday’s mission), every second felt heavy. The curse energy in his system pulsed weakly; it needed rest, but he couldn’t afford to sleep.

He’d just barely completed tonight's patrol, taking out residual dark spirits near campus, but instead of collapsing into bed like normal people do after work…he had to come home and face Yuji sick.

No one said anything when Choso walked in late because no one expected him to be early anymore. He juggled too much: student by day, underground plug dealer by night, part-time sorcerer keeping monsters off campus streets for cash on top of it all

And right now? His hands trembled slightly as he peeled off his gloves. Not from fear or anger but exhaustion so deep it burned inside him like an open wound no medicine could fix.

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, cold water dripping from his freshly washed hair. All the dirt was scrubbed off, revealing how needy Choso was. He changed into oversized sweatpants, taking a picture of his mark.

Damn. He slips out. Scrolling through his phone, he glanced at all of the messages you sent while he was away.

"Come to my party"

"Where you at lmao"

"I really need something for my girls"

"I need you"

As soon as he was going to answer back, you alarmed him by calling. It almost woke up poor baby Yuji.

"Hey." he mutters, quietly sneaking into his bedroom. Yuji felt like a sad burrito full of misery. He was shivering even though he had two blankets covering himself.

Bass boosted music plays on the other side of the phone. Despite the calm, quiet space in the cramped apartment: you were hosting a party with Fratjo! and Eren jeager + your lesbian sorority.

Choso turns down the volume, placing it by his ear so he could only hear it. He quickly attended to Yuji. "I'm here alright." he whispers.

"No you're not. I don't see you." Said by the sorority queen herself. You looked around the campus on your balcony.

"Not you." Choso muttered, placing his hand on Yuji's cheek. "I'm busy."

"Please Choso don't get mad, but I bought some of my party stuff whatever from another dealer. And he ripped me off."

"Sucks for you." He stated in a quiet tone. He lays down next to sleeping Yuji. Hands behind his head while his phone is pressed against his shoulder and ear.

"How about I come over to your house and-"

"No." The phone stays quiet on his end. Frustration was spoken by the tone. "Sorry, but why not?" You asked, oblivious to his situation.

Despite you guys being friends since high school, he never really hung out before. It was either school, missions, or home. The only time he could come out was when someone was paying him a huge amount of money to do something.

“I can’t. My brother is sick.” he said with a huff. He looks over to Yuji and air punches his head.

“Oh. It won’t be for a long time. Promise. I just need to get something for my party.” You explained with all of your heart, practically begging. Choso couldn’t say no. Could he?

“You can pick it up, but you’re not coming into my house.” He murmured, voice low and rough. Sleep was consuming him. He closed his eyes. In his mind, you stood in front of his doorstep. A porcelain doll dropped into a trap house.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” You went off. The call disconnected. He groaned and hopped out of bed.

You stumble your way out of the cramped hallways. The party was loud-bass thumping, laughter bouncing off the walls, a cloud of glitter and cheap alcohol in the air.

Another text rung from your purse, you quickly checked and it was Choso. "Yuji spiked fever. Can you swing by with meds?"

Nearby, a drugstore was hiding between two large buildings. You slipped inside, the chime alerting the late night clerk.

Under the unrelenting buzz of flickering lights, the floor feels sticky and tacky. You navigate through the aisles and shelves, focused on finding a sign 'medication'. A modest selection of medicine was behind the counter and you woke up the sleeping pharmacist.

"Hello? I need Tylenol." You stated. He hands you the bottle. It feels cool in your hands. After a quick detour, you dropped a bunch of snacks, toys, and a small navy hoodie in your basket.

The drive to Choso's place is quiet. As you drive through the neighborhood, you see unlikely spirits roaming around. Choso was waiting on his front porch, hands in pocket.

You pull into the driveway and quickly got out. "Help me with the stuff!" He tilts his head in confusion by your command. You opened the door to the back seats, and brought out a bunch of bags filled with goodies.

He sighed under his breath, though he didn't fully understand why you went all out. He walked over and brushed past you, taking the rest of the bags. "Quiet." He whispered, unlocking the door. His shoulders tense as your thumb brushes over his coarse hands.

"Did you eat yet?" You asked, setting your belongings on the counter. Soft snores were coming from the living room. Eight siblings on top of the couch, floor, and table.

A soft smiles settles on his lips. "yeah. I doubt Yuji did." He quietly walks past his drowsy siblings and entered his bedroom before turning to you.

His arm hung over the top of the door and he placed a finger to his mouth, indicating to be silent. You nod with a smile and followed behind.

toddler!yuji was curled into a tiny, shivering ball under the blankets. His breathing came in soft, uneven puffs, nose stuffy and congested. One of his hands grasp the edge of his blanket like a lifeline.

The room was warm, not cold, but Yuji seemed to be caught between freezing and burning up. He didn't wake up when you and Choso stepped inside. He stirred, but continue to struggle sleeping.

Choso sat slumped on an old office chair and stared at nothing. All he wanted was to admire you, but you were too busy servicing his baby brother.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, gently placing the back of your hand on Yuji's cheek. "He has a fever right? What temperature."

"We don't have that equipment." he muttered. he brought out a duffel bag from under the bed with the tip of his shoe.

He slightly bent down from the chair and unzipped the baggage. Stacks upon nearly packed eights and quarters, all vacuum sealed for freshness. "This enough for your party?" He asked quietly, staring at you tiredly.

You looked over your shoulder, hesitating of what you were going to say. Yuji was deeply sick and you were already attending to his major cold.

"I don't have to go back there." You quietly remarked. "I can spend the night and watch Yuji while you rest."

He was hesitant. His eyes shifted from your mesmerizing face towards wrapped up Yu chan.

The bedroom fell into a hushed, quiet, and really warm setting. Choso was the first to sleep. I mean, he had three jobs to carry out. He sank into his creaky bed, muscular body splattered.

Your lips stretch into a smile, seeing both boys relaxed. Your mind wanders towards the other kids outside if they were alright. Yuji was rocked into your lap, his tiny hands clutching the deep v neck shirt you wore.

How cute this family was. You were studying to become a pediatrician, and seeing all of these cute chubby kids. Sparkle was gleaming in your eyes as you carefully carried each kid comfortably to their own parts of the bed and couch. None of them shouldn't be sleeping on the cold floor, or huddling together by the empty fireplace. As soon as each kid was tucked in, you were about to leave until you hear Choso calling out your name.

"Thanks-" he mumbled. Even though he was tired, you were still on his mind. His grip on your arm tightened, thumb brushing the long sleeve of your shirt. "For everything."

"Of course Choso." You whispered with a smile.

Choso was really fine. Especially when he's so-sleepy? Needy?

His features were soft despite the huge tent in his pants. You sat down next to him on the bed and closed the distance between you.

A prolonged peck onto his forehead. He tenses beneath you, slightly shrugging the blanket off. "I'll see you in the morning Choso." You quietly stepped away, blowing a kiss to your 'friend' and to all of the sleeping kids you helped tonight.

The slow-burn had just begun. What would it be like when you saw him at the University? Or when you would ask for more stupid things you didn't need just to see his cute reaction.

Already driving back to your sorority dorm, you realized you forgot to get all that nicotine you were begging for. You opened your phone to text him about it, but forgot that he sent you something you didn't open.

It was that picture of him. The one where he was standing in front of the mirror. you clicked the voice recording button, and spoke in an exaggerated tone.

"Oh my gosh Choso you're so fine. But anyways. I just want to thank all of my readers who stayed til the end. If this gets to 200 likes, I'll continue the next post." You ended the recording with a laugh and clicked send.