an alien superstar! ✮

we make love a certain way, you know?

[moralisist]

— SUPERNATURAL LOVE UP IN THE AIR 🍓

hi i’m minnie! ᥫ᭡ i’m 19! - inbox is open 💌- status; active!

black reader and writer ~ west african ~ currently

writing for jjk and aot ~ in love with nanami k and beyonce~

𝜗𝜚 about me/rules for my blog 𝜗𝜚 masterlist

[claudialynq]

Tojiiii!!! Tt:Sakuraluvxx

[heartkaji]

currently thinking about husband!gojo who wants nothing more than to look like superman in the eyes of his pretty little wife <3

it’s not like gojo loves helping out around the house, but the awestruck look you give him when he fixes the loose floorboard in the upstairs attic is its own reward. it’s not like gojo loves helping out around the house, but the way you gasp and clutch his bicep when you wake up to find your microwave is suddenly fixed is quite literally its own reward. satoru thinks you’re so damn cute; truth be told, it took him three youtube videos & a reddit thread to do both but who said his pretty little wife needed to know that ?

you get especially amazed when gojo faces anything that has to do with electricity. when the power went out while you were cooking in the kitchen, you yelped like you had just seen a ghost. satoru was by your side only a minute later, phone flashlight in hand. he kisses your head with soft lips & tells you to stay right there because ‘don’t worry baby, your husband’s got it covered.’

minutes later he’s in the basement with a toolbox & you’re waiting for him at the top of the stairs, too scared to go down to the dim lit basement. more sooner than later the power comes back on, and excitedly you’re running down to join your husband who stands beside the power box, a smug grin plastered across his face.

“toru, you’re amazing ! how did you do that ?!”

gojo kisses your forehead. “didn’t i tell you not to worry, sweetheart ? it’s a bit complicated so don’t stress about it, alright ?”

truth be told, the circuit breaker had simply tripped off so all he had to do was flip a couple switches, reddit thread in hand—but once again, his pretty little wife didn’t need to know that.

HEARTKAJI. do not steal, copy, edit, translate or reupload.

rewrite of my old hq drabble <3

[lenessence]

𖦹 eren yeager, who cooks every meal with love as long as it graces your lips.

chef!eren who figured out your favorite meal from a mutual friend and spent the good chunk of four days trying to perfect it. when he gave the dish to you, he acted like it just took a couple of hours.

chef!eren who serves the food he makes for you perfectly. even if it's a casual dinner or reheating he'll plate it like a five star restaurant.

chef!eren who only lets you be in the kitchen while he's cooking, he can only trust you not to mess things up. the only issue with that is that you're so pretty it often distracts him.

chef!eren who loves to teach you how to cook the way he does. most of the time it does end up in a mess in the kitchen and a sloppy makeout session, but he is definitely not complaining.

chef!eren who dedicates his life to opening his own restaurant in your name. the most romantic gift and a place he can go every day to devote his love to you with something he is truly good at.

chef!eren who only lets you try new recipes. if his tastebuds aren't working properly, he'll ask you if it tastes good enough. because of your practice, you've actually become good at sensing what the recipe needs if anything.

chef!eren who packs your lunch every day with your favorite meals, including handwritten notes about how much he loves you and thinks about you when you're away.

i'm terrible at cooking btw 💔💔 eren teach me

nav.

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[moralisist]

this is literally cabin eren omgg im sick 😣😣

[bambieyedpoet]

camera roll masterlist ⋆˚࿔

💌: essentially, your camera roll whilst dating these characters.

˖°📷༘ katsuki bakugo ˖°📷༘ izuku midoriya ˖°📷༘ eijiro kirishima

˖°📷༘ yūji itadori ˖°📷༘ megumi fushiguro ˖°📷༘ satoru gojo

˖°📷༘ rin itoshi ˖°📷༘ michael kaiser ˖°📷༘ yoichi isagi ˖°📷༘ sae itoshi

[+ more to follow ]

[moralisist]

just watched the aot last attack movie in theaters tdy and im craving to write sum ab jean or levi they was so sexy in that movie 😩😩😩

[ibuprofein]

hi! i love your jabber works so more soft jabber (similar to big mama)

SLICKLESS ATTEMPT

𐙚!!── jabber and his girlfriend!

⤷ ❝ { jabber helps his girlfriend fix her ponytail when her hair won't slick and her patience is gone.} ¡! ❞

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

jabber was halfway down the hall when the sharp thud echoed from the bedroom. he paused mid step, eyebrows lifting in quiet curiosity, then turned back toward the door. whatever was happening in there sounded personal.

he pushed the door open gently and stepped inside. your favorite brush lay halfway across the room, tossed in clear frustration. you were slumped at the vanity chair, shoulders curled forward, lips pushed out in a deep sulky pout. your eyes shimmered with unshed tears you kept blinking back, and the ponytail you’d been battling sat crooked and uneven, edges curling around your hairline.

jabber took in the whole scene — the scattered products, your defeated posture, and that glossy frustration in your eyes — as a soft laugh slipped out.

“baby, why did you do that?” he asked, still chuckling lightly as he crossed the room with slow easy steps.

you didn’t turn to look at him, just kept glaring at your reflection. “it won’t slick down,” you muttered, voice thick with frustration. “i’ve been in here forever, brushing and smoothing and nothing works. it keeps puffing back up in the back. i’m so done with it.”

he stopped right behind you as his hands settled warm and heavy on your shoulders. his palms broad and slightly calloused, thumbs pressing in with slow, soothing circles that melted the tight knots in your muscles almost instantly.

the heat of his skin seeped through your top as he leaned down, resting his chin lightly on top of your head. his locs draped over your shoulder like a soft curtain, carrying the faint, earthy scent of shea butter mixed with his cologne. his chest pressed flush against your back as the steady thump of his heartbeat vibrated through you.

“c’mere,” he murmured, breath warm and tickling against the shell of your ear. “let me see what we working with.” he reached around you slowly and you handed him the brush. his fingers brushed over yours, lingering with a gentle squeeze, the roughness of his fingertips contrasting the softness of your skin.

in the mirror, he gathered your hair with both hands, unhurried, and almost reverent. his fingertips moved lightly along your scalp, tracing small massaging circles that sent warm tingles racing down your neck and spine.

the gel glided smooth under his steady strokes, especially in the back where it kept puffing up, while his breath stayed warm and even against the side of your neck, slow and close. every now and then the gold cuffs on his locs gave a soft metallic click.

“you was rushing it a little earlier,” he said after a moment, voice low and affectionate. “that’s why it fights you every time. gotta slow down with it.” one hand stayed cupped at the nape of your neck, thumb stroking soft, repetitive lines along your sensitive skin, while the other twisted the hair tie into place with neat precision. he reached for one of your scarves, wrapping it carefully around the edges and smoothing everything down until it laid perfectly flat.

when he finished, he didn’t pull away. he slid both arms around your waist and drew you back fully against his chest. the warmth of his body enveloped you as his firm chest pressed against your back. the cool press of his silver belly piercing through his cropped tee and the subtle flex of muscle flexed as he held you.

his chin settled on your shoulder again, and he pressed a slow, lingering kiss just behind your ear, lips warm and slightly damp, nose brushing your skin as he breathed in your vanilla scent deeply.

“look at that,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “came together real nice.”

you turned your head slowly side to side, fingertips brushing over the sleek smooth ponytail. the cool silk of the scarf and the fresh tightness felt perfect. “it looks… good…surprisingly,” you said with a soft laugh. “thank you, baby.”

jabber let out a low chuckle, the vibration rumbling through his chest into your back. “you know i got you on days like this.” his hand rested warm and broad on your stomach, thumb rubbing lazy circles that dipped just under the hem of your top, brushing bare skin. his other arm stayed wrapped securely around you as you covered both his hands with yours, fingers slipping between his, interlocking them tight. you leaned your head back against his shoulder, eyes closing for a second as you sat in silence, relived your hair was finally dealt with.

the two of you stayed like that for a short stretch, just breathing together in the soft afternoon light beaming through the bedroom window. his heartbeat thumped steady against you, syncing slowly with yours, as the room filled with the quiet sound of shared breaths.

“i heard the bang all the way down the hall,” he said eventually, a smile still threading through his voice. “thought something fell or you was in here tearing up the whole room.”

you let out a small sheepish laugh, the pout finally softening. “i almost did. it was really getting on my nerves bad.”

he turned the chair around slowly so you were facing him. then he cupped your face gently with both hands, palms warm against your cheeks. his thumbs brushed tenderly at the corners of your eyes, wiping away the last glassy traces of frustration, the touch so light it almost tickled. his gaze held yours, full of that quiet affection. “good thing i came in when i did,” he said softly.

he leaned in and kissed you, lips full and warm, pressing with gentle pressure that made everything else melt away. the faint taste of his chapstick lingered as one hand slipped to the back of your neck, careful not to disturb the fresh style, thumb stroking lightly along your skin. when he finally pulled back, he stayed close, forehead resting almost against yours, sharing the same warm, slightly quickened breaths.

“you look good,” he said, voice dropping a little lower, eyes tracing your face. “real good. even when you out here throwing brushes and causing a mess.”

you looped your arms around his neck, fingers playing idly with his locs, feeling their textured weight and the cool metal of the gold cuffs. “you think you slick for laughing at me when i’m having a moment?”

“maybe a little,” he admitted with a soft smirk, but his hands were already sliding down to your waist, pulling you a fraction closer until your knees brushed his. “but i like fixing it for you. means i get you all soft and relaxed like this afterwards.” he tilted his head and kissed the corner of your mouth, then trailed another slow, warm kiss along your jaw, lips lingering on your skin. “so… you laying down with me for a while? we ain’t got nowhere else to be.”

you smiled, nodding as you leaned fully into him, arms tightening just a bit, chest pressed to chest. “yeah… i’d like that. a lot.”

[moralisist]

you’re meant for him

onyankopan was steady. he had a confidence about him that wasn’t subtle, but it also wasn’t arrogant.

he was a dependable man, being the oldest out of 5 siblings. he had a hyper independence factor about him that you tried your best everyday to get him to let go of.

he took care of his people, and had a higher understanding of the way things worked than most people due to experience. he loved in his own unique way.

he was an acts of service man. the kind of man you didn’t even have to ask because he just knew you well. he’s smart and observant, always been the intuitive type.

he’s used to being on his own and doing things alone. he never really minded. there’s been girls he’s courted or try to date but it never really went anywhere and onyakopon couldn’t even try to pretend he cared. he knew he’d be good anyway. until he met you.

the type of man to ask you to be his girlfriend a month in. he knows exactly what he wants and he even waited longer than when he felt like he wanted to ask you because he just wanted you to be just as sure as he was.

the relationship was perfect if you could even believe it. obviously you guys argued or got into tidbits but even those were perfect. onyankopon communicated and you did the same. it made the relationship so much easier.

“come on girl, ain’t got all day.” he was rushing you. you hatedd when he rushed you.

“this my world, we got all day if i say we do.” you challenged him.

he rolled his eyes, “you got 10 minutes. you putting on your setting spray so i know you done with makeup. put that perfume and body oil on and let’s get the hell up outta here. this restaurant strict with late reservations.”

he knew your routine so well, studied every little detail about you.

unfortunately you did as he said and you both walked out the house, with correlating/matching outfits on.

he opened the passenger door for you where there was a big bouquet of flowers waiting.

“ony, you didn’t! these are so prettyyy! thank you baby.” you looked up at him with stars in your eyes and put your hands to his face, giving him a kiss.

“you was meant for me beautiful. you deserve nothing less and everything more. and ima give you that everytime.” he gave you another kiss and moved the flowers to the back so he can guide you into the car.

onyonkapon also knew he was made just as much for you than anything else. and he knows he’ll die a happy man living with that.

[leafington]

why ain’t i pretty? why ain’t i lovely? why ain’t i sexy?

content warning !! - blackfem!reader, fluff, not proofread, retiredsorcerer!nanami, marriage!au, not all of this is accurate but i do what i want,

a/n - spinoff of this post + hehe idle lyrics

at first, it was subtle. a few grey strokes in his hair and a small weight gain from the food you’d make for him. he didn’t mind it, mainly because of your lack of awareness and your radiant eagerness to feed him a new dish you saw on social media.

then it progressed.

all the stress for filing for benefits, meeting with the higher-ups one last time to finalize his retirement—on top of aging and gojo—it started to show.

the scattered grey tint spread, now decorating his hairline, he wasn’t doing a whole lot of movement save for the workouts he would do, but he got lazy, partially because he wound up getting stuck doing mundane (although fun) things like strawberry picking, shopping trips, day dates, and the like.

of course, he would never blame you. you were the love of his life, if anything, he was grateful that he got to live the life he wanted after the hellish field of work he previously worked in, to be by your side, and watch the smile on your face everytime he agreed to do whatever new activity you had up your sleeve.

he was staring at himself in the mirror one day, running his hands through the littered grey follicles, hands and eyes scanning the bit of chub he was starting to gain. silently contemplating if he even wanted to come out to greet you that morning—which you were determined to do.

“kenny? you alright in there?” your voice, slightly muffled through the door, called out, then jiggling the doorknob which you quickly found out was locked. “hm.” he hummed, whether or not it was confirmation or acknowledgment of your presence on the other side of the door.

“you’ve been in there for a while… you didn’t even say good morning…” the pout on your face could easily be heard even with the door being a barrier between you. “i hope you’re not taking a shit in there, i gotta pee and you still haven’t called the plumber for the downstairs bathroom.”

nanami sighs, and the next thing you know, theres a bunch of shuffling on the other side of the door, just for it to fly open and he’s standing in front of you, in all his six foot something glory, wearing your bonnet. “ken—what-what the hell?!” and he replies with the most unmoved of expressions,

“i wanted to retain my hair.”

and while he wasn’t lying, to you, it was ridiculous because there wasn’t a single curl in his head and you both had silk pillows. “kento nanami, take that off.” you commanded, but lighthearted, then reaching for it before he dodged you and grabbed your wrist.

the both of you stare at each other, a quiet, uncomfortable, silence falling on you both. “kento. take my shit off.” this time a little more stern, and for someone who loved seeing your more dominant and assertive side, this was scary. “i-i can’t.” at this point, you were more confused than you were angry because he was acting so out of the ordinary.

“kenny, what’s going on?” you grab his hand that was on your wrist, interlocking your fingers. and his stubbornnes wanted to tell you it was nothing, because he feared how you’d view him and his change. he was barely fourty and already greying and chubbing up by the day.

he’s let himself go, and yes, he has years of stress on his back and it could all be crashing down on him now, but he doesn’t think he’s done anything to be greying this early, let alone this much. he worries that you’ll view him differently just because he’s changing, aging, growing old, because who knows? next he’ll start wrinkling, undergo memory loss, get erectile dysfun—

“kento!” you snap him out of his thoughts, literally too as you snap and wave in his face. “what’s the matter, you’re worrying me…” your eyes flit across his face, concern evident. nanami sighs, and slowly takes your bonnet off to reveal the shine of silver on his head. the sight does shock you, just a little, but seeing it this close overwhelmed you. “oh…!”

“you hate it.” he blurts, a heavy frown adorning his face. you fight off a fit of laughter, suppressing it with a light cough. “nonono… it’s,” you struggle to get it out, the sight of it all both amusing? attractive? you weren’t quite sure. “it’s something.”

“so you hate it.” he scoffs, trailing back into the bathroom. nanami knew it was bad, but your reaction intensified his thoughts. his frown deepens as he runs his hair through his hand yet again, the stress on his face evident—with the consequences of that in mind. “no ‘nami, i never said that. it’s… different.” you come up behind him, peeking over his shoulder to gaze at him through the mirror. “what’s wrong with it? i think it’s hot, you look like a true dilf!” you grin, peering up at him with the brightest smile on your face.

he never was one to dim your light, that toothy smile that you wore always making his heart jump, but he wasn’t feeling your praise today. “i’m not sure what your definition of ‘dilf’ is, but i’m positive i don’t reach the qualifications. besides, this,” he gestures to his scalp, and taking a quick glance at his stomach, before looking back at you. “isn’t ‘hot’ in the slightest.” his words make your heart hurt, nothing too impactful, only a small sting. a pout comes up on your lips and you turn him around to cup his cheeks.

“kento nanami. you are the hottest thing alive right now, if i had no self-control and were a sex fiend—” he scoffs shortly. “—which i’m not. i would’ve been jumped on you. where’s all this even coming from?”

nanami pauses for a moment, your husband blanking yet again. he knows what you like, big, tall men who, preferably weren’t as fat as he thought he was. a man that was still built and youthful like the ones he’d see on your health videos.

something he wasn’t.

“i’m getting old, darling.” you pout at his statement. “no you’re not! i mean—you are—but in a good way!”

“i’m greying.”

“you’re becoming a silver fox!”

“my joints hurt.”

“comes with age, and mine would too with all you’ve done.”

“y/n, i’m getting heavy.”

“better for me.”

it’s like every complaint he had, you found a good quality for, addressing each worry with a loving smile. he never, until recently, had an issue with how he looked. of course, he maintained a professional aura around his peers, toning it down a little just for you, urging him to be more relaxed and open. he never, until you, felt this level of insecurity. wanting nothing more than to be everything you needed and more, to be able to be shown off to your friends and brag about his accomplishments. but how could he when he looked like this?

you clearly never cared about that. even when the whole world was against you and your being, you always saw the beauty outside of someone’s looks and rather what was within. and nanami had it all.

“you’re impossible.”

“you’re mine.” you chirp, your cheek pressed against his shoulder. “you look fine, kenny. really. there’s nothing else in the world i would want other than to get old and fat with you.”

a hand comes up to your chin, holding it gently and letting his thumb graze the tip. “that’ll hardly happen to you, honey.”

and hearing it from your lips made the idea of getting older not seem as bad.

©2026 leafington dont steal please, rework, or feed into ai !! :)

[ruesdeluxe]

[kaiiswrld]

owning a macho bar w the jjk men (featuring: satoru gojo, suguru geto, choso, ryomen sukuna, toji fushiguro)

PART ONE 1/2

[yujisdreamgirl]

this is so me

[moralisist]

jjk men taking out your braids

nanami… is an expert after the couple years you’ve been together. even when you guys were just casually dating, you mentioned you were excited to get your hair done again but hated the process of taking it down and he was ready to make the process easy for you.

“how long does it usually take you?” he asks. “it can take between 4-6 hours if i’m doing it on my own. doesn’t even count the breaks.” you chuckle while you sip the coffee you and nanami got while out on your 5th date.

“i’m here.” he looks at you directly in your eyes so you know he’s serious. “nanami…” “kento.” he corrects you. you feel yourself warm at his directness. you loved it, it was refreshing.

“kento. you really don’t have to.” he sips on his black coffee and slips his hand in yours while leading you down the street. he made you tell him when your appointment was and set a couple days before that to make time to help you take out your hair.

he researched before hand as well! nanami doesn’t care to come into things without being educated first. when he takes out the braid on his first try, he does it w ease.

from then on, you guys set days on when he’ll help you take out your hair. he’ll even wash it for you if you let him. he likes the quality time, it feels intimate and real to him.

never complains about the dirt getting all over him, has quickly figured out to put towels underneath you and on your shoulders. nanami always has a solution.

gojo… enjoys watching movies or shows with you while taking your hair out. he gets so excited whenever you both pick a movie you’ll like and enjoy while simultaneously doing a task that’ll help you out.

as much as gojo loves seeing you wear different styles, he loves when you go natural on your hair. will go out to stores and go to the expensive black hair products and ask if there’s anything you need.

he takes the longest to help you take them out. he likes to take breaks in between and encourages you to take breaks too.

“toru, my appointments literally tomorrow. we could’ve had this done by last night but someone wanted to get horny while i was cutting down my braids.” gojo stops you while grabbing something from the snack cabinet. “baby, you really can’t blame me. takes two to tango. plus the cute bob does it for me, maybe that should be your next hairstyle.”

“satoru, sit on this fuckin couch and help me finish! i still have to wash and blow dry and it’s already 12 am!” you were getting irritated because you hateee wash day and on top of that everything was rushed and your boyfriend wasn’t making nun any better.

other than that though, sometimes gojo messes up on the braid and gets it tangled on other braids. you always have to cut some part of the braid because he ends up having your hair look like a bird nest. however he means well and he genuinely loves to help, anyway he can.

choso… doesn’t even need you to ask or even hint at it. he’ll just sit by you and start seeing on how he can help you take down your hair.

he doesn’t say a word, silence is more his thing. he makes his presence known though, and asks if you need anything or if your butt hurts from sitting down for so long.

you show him how you’re supposed to take it down properly, and he listens to you like there’s nobody else he could possibly take instructions from. he ends up getting surprisingly fast the more he’s taking down your braids and is hoping you notice.

“cho, you already finished that section? you work fast as hell. thank you for helping baby, you’re making it go so much faster.” you sigh of relief while choso blushes at your praise. “should’ve told me what you were doing, i would’ve dropped everything to help.” he looks at you with a deadpan, knowing he means the best. “that’s why i didn’t tell you.” you raise your eyebrows and give him a kiss on the lips.

you guys don’t watch anything and you both prefer to actually listen to music. no specific genre, but just songs that fit the vibe. you both are humming certain lyrics and it is all so comforting.

you guys finish taking down your braids in two hours tops. choso don’t play.

toji… makes you beg and plead in order for him to help you. it sounds awful that you’d have to beg your boyfriend to help you but toji’s scared to mess up, at least that’s his excuse.

“toji, it’ll make it go by so much faster!” you’re sitting on the floor, cutting the braids to where your real hair ends.

“come on doll, you know i’d kill for you. but this? seems tedious.” he takes a swig of his drink. you give him a stare, the type of stare toji has ingrained in his head forever. next thing you know, he’s sitting right behind you on that couch as he’s figuring out how to take down a braid.

as he gets used to it, he finds himself enjoying it. it takes things off his mind and he likes seeing your curls the more a section gets done.

hes super slow, but very precise and he takes down your hair in a way that doesn’t ever pull or hurt you. he found his own method.

you make him watch very bad tv where he’s constantly complaining about the characters but it keeps you both entertained while taking down your hair. he even asks questions about the type of products you need for when you wash everything out.

“can’t you pay people to do this? hell, i’ll pay people to do this for you.” he says after taking down a braid. “what’s the point when i have you?” you ask and he smirks at you and doesn’t complain after that.

not the best take down person, but if you need him he’ll show. and he’ll get better as time goes on. he just needs practice!

[moralisist]

yall feeling like some onyonkapon fluff cs idk i need that fine black man !

[moralisist]

i love ur theme sm im actually mad i didnt think of it

stoppp thank you 🥹 you’re always welcome to do something similar 🙈

[moralisist]

jjk men taking out your braids

nanami… is an expert after the couple years you’ve been together. even when you guys were just casually dating, you mentioned you were excited to get your hair done again but hated the process of taking it down and he was ready to make the process easy for you.

“how long does it usually take you?” he asks. “it can take between 4-6 hours if i’m doing it on my own. doesn’t even count the breaks.” you chuckle while you sip the coffee you and nanami got while out on your 5th date.

“i’m here.” he looks at you directly in your eyes so you know he’s serious. “nanami…” “kento.” he corrects you. you feel yourself warm at his directness. you loved it, it was refreshing.

“kento. you really don’t have to.” he sips on his black coffee and slips his hand in yours while leading you down the street. he made you tell him when your appointment was and set a couple days before that to make time to help you take out your hair.

he researched before hand as well! nanami doesn’t care to come into things without being educated first. when he takes out the braid on his first try, he does it w ease.

from then on, you guys set days on when he’ll help you take out your hair. he’ll even wash it for you if you let him. he likes the quality time, it feels intimate and real to him.

never complains about the dirt getting all over him, has quickly figured out to put towels underneath you and on your shoulders. nanami always has a solution.

gojo… enjoys watching movies or shows with you while taking your hair out. he gets so excited whenever you both pick a movie you’ll like and enjoy while simultaneously doing a task that’ll help you out.

as much as gojo loves seeing you wear different styles, he loves when you go natural on your hair. will go out to stores and go to the expensive black hair products and ask if there’s anything you need.

he takes the longest to help you take them out. he likes to take breaks in between and encourages you to take breaks too.

“toru, my appointments literally tomorrow. we could’ve had this done by last night but someone wanted to get horny while i was cutting down my braids.” gojo stops you while grabbing something from the snack cabinet. “baby, you really can’t blame me. takes two to tango. plus the cute bob does it for me, maybe that should be your next hairstyle.”

“satoru, sit on this fuckin couch and help me finish! i still have to wash and blow dry and it’s already 12 am!” you were getting irritated because you hateee wash day and on top of that everything was rushed and your boyfriend wasn’t making nun any better.

other than that though, sometimes gojo messes up on the braid and gets it tangled on other braids. you always have to cut some part of the braid because he ends up having your hair look like a bird nest. however he means well and he genuinely loves to help, anyway he can.

choso… doesn’t even need you to ask or even hint at it. he’ll just sit by you and start seeing on how he can help you take down your hair.

he doesn’t say a word, silence is more his thing. he makes his presence known though, and asks if you need anything or if your butt hurts from sitting down for so long.

you show him how you’re supposed to take it down properly, and he listens to you like there’s nobody else he could possibly take instructions from. he ends up getting surprisingly fast the more he’s taking down your braids and is hoping you notice.

“cho, you already finished that section? you work fast as hell. thank you for helping baby, you’re making it go so much faster.” you sigh of relief while choso blushes at your praise. “should’ve told me what you were doing, i would’ve dropped everything to help.” he looks at you with a deadpan, knowing he means the best. “that’s why i didn’t tell you.” you raise your eyebrows and give him a kiss on the lips.

you guys don’t watch anything and you both prefer to actually listen to music. no specific genre, but just songs that fit the vibe. you both are humming certain lyrics and it is all so comforting.

you guys finish taking down your braids in two hours tops. choso don’t play.

toji… makes you beg and plead in order for him to help you. it sounds awful that you’d have to beg your boyfriend to help you but toji’s scared to mess up, at least that’s his excuse.

“toji, it’ll make it go by so much faster!” you’re sitting on the floor, cutting the braids to where your real hair ends.

“come on doll, you know i’d kill for you. but this? seems tedious.” he takes a swig of his drink. you give him a stare, the type of stare toji has ingrained in his head forever. next thing you know, he’s sitting right behind you on that couch as he’s figuring out how to take down a braid.

as he gets used to it, he finds himself enjoying it. it takes things off his mind and he likes seeing your curls the more a section gets done.

hes super slow, but very precise and he takes down your hair in a way that doesn’t ever pull or hurt you. he found his own method.

you make him watch very bad tv where he’s constantly complaining about the characters but it keeps you both entertained while taking down your hair. he even asks questions about the type of products you need for when you wash everything out.

“can’t you pay people to do this? hell, i’ll pay people to do this for you.” he says after taking down a braid. “what’s the point when i have you?” you ask and he smirks at you and doesn’t complain after that.

not the best take down person, but if you need him he’ll show. and he’ll get better as time goes on. he just needs practice!

[moralisist]

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[ciciundercover]

me when i find other black girls on tumblr: