★ smut, mdni ! ☆ wow babies this was a hard one to write, hope i didnt fuck it up-
☆ In between pants and groans, your body turned itself inside out as passion enveloped you whole. Your being aching for his warmth, your body to be consumed as his existence danced with your own.
Your nails slashed against his back, his skin retreating to be cut between your edges, his blood to seal a contract of love alongside the most heartfelt desire that you could have ever mustered up in this exact moment of heat. His body instinctively tensed up as you dug your way into it, leading to a more rough approach, one that would slowly tear your inner body apart as the intensity only grew and grew.
Though he himself would refuse to commit any acts of passionate violence, the fire that lay in his eyes only fueled your own. His gaze would restrain him from anything he disapproved of, but it was a constant battle of desire, one that would constantly tug at him from the inside.
It was an inner struggle that would be harder than any battle fought, and with every harsh movement, with every scream of utter desire, his will would slowly wear off until he had to capitulate under your lustful gaze.
"Are you sure...? I don't want to hurt you.."
The totality of your emotions overwhelmed even the very action of speech; your eyes could barely contend with his own as his flesh fused with your own, satisfying your carnal desires in a way that transformed you into not much more than a ravenous animal.
And as such, your hands would retreat from his back to pull his very own against your neck. The veins in his arms only tightened as he came to realize what he was doing. And in a moment of total pleasure, he would give in to what his body desired most. His fingers would curl up one by one, tightening softly around your throat, but that just simply would not do. You needed this violence; you needed this hatred to be born out of pure love, and so, you desired more and more, until your eyes could barely see anymore and your strength would falter into a sight of endless scribbles; only then would you release and be freed from this burden of desire into one cadence of animalistic pleasure.
★ angst ! ☆ or fluff, depends on how you view it idk | i thought about expanding makima's part on my first ever post, so i turned into a lil short thingy !!!
☆ Life would always somehow find its way to tear into your own heart, to rip it apart and bury it deep into its own core.
To bear witness to death itself was by no means a paradise, but nothing could ever prepare you for a massacre, one in which your loved ones took part in. A mission gone wrong would turn out to be an imprint on your life that would never wear off, a mark your eyes had to carry on with them forevermore.
Only one would remain, and only one would hold you again. One whose arms spoke of care and of comfort and whose words spoke of a tenderness that could only be matched by the softness of her skin.
And as Makima's eyes pierced sharply across your very being, you would fall into a deep trance. Daily you would come to her arms, weekly you would need her words to keep you strong, and monthly you needed her to live with even an instance of normalcy.
"Hush now, it'll be alright my love."
Behind every embrace you would catch a small glimpse of a smile that would form ever so slightly on the corners of her face. A wicked look that would twist you inside out. Yet the warmth was too much; your body could no longer live with the cold. You knew that it would not stand, but you simply had no other way.
Please I’ll kiss you I need comfort from my wife and her gf
✦ NobaMaki! | ★ The two of us
★ fluff ! ☆ first time ever writing a ship omg ily pookie | based on this beautiful post by @owwllly
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☆ Who could have guessed that the ultimate answer to all of your problems would be a sandwich between two of the most gorgeous women you've ever known?
Maki was the easily flustered but stoic one that didn't quite beg for your attention but got ever so annoyed when you did not give her affection at any moment of solitude.
And Nobara was the outgoing one that would go out and do it herself if neither of you ever came to her arms at once. You didn't have an escape; you would be hugged, and you would like it.
You fell right in the middle in such a perfect way that you became a constant tug of war between the two girls, an everlasting fight for your affection and warmth and to just parade you around anywhere and everywhere you could ever go to. Of course, the relationship had always been about the three of you, but their competitive spirit could never allow them to watch even one second of your love without turning it somehow into a fight about just anything. On paper it was all in good fun, but only you ever really came out on top, regardless of who was beside you.
"You've been awfully close to Y/n today, but not with me... I get it! It's okay, no need to explain anything!"
"Oh, shut the fuck up"
You watched on as the two fought against each other with pouting faces and sarcastic remarks, Nobara teasing Maki in such a way she looked as if she wanted to rip her into shreds, or herself, in any case.
"She's my girlfriend y'know? Learn your place you swine!"
"Yeah, and i am too if you care to remember, you asshole!"
As Nobara intentionally pushed Maki's buttons, a smirk made its way onto your face as you were slowly squished between the two of them as they bickered on and on. Your cheeks resting each on their chests and your sides being held by their arms. This was a paradise that you could never wish to be any different.
And as you drooled on, you could only imagine what it would be like when you three got home, when you would lay in bed, and when you got to sleep between them. Oh, you just couldn't wait...
☆ Yuji is someone who struggles with particularly difficult dreams and hard thoughts at night. It is only when you fall asleep that he can finally rest easy, as he views you as "protected" by him. Often with an arm around you, maybe if he feels particularly affectionate he'd envelop you whole in his body; his only goal is to make you feel safe, though that is really more for himself than anything.
Megumi
☆ Much to your usual dismay, Megumi does not like hugs at all. Physical affection with him is something rare, and it's something he takes special care with when he shows it and how. When lying in bed, however, he might lend his arm for you to embrace, or he might just glare at you in silence, and even if his mind is racing with thoughts that drive him insane, it's only in his eyes and their gaze that you could truly realize how much love he had.
Nobara
☆ Unlike her peers, Nobara is someone who loves to demonstrate, and when it came to you, it was absolutely no exception. There was no time at all when you two wouldn't be seen at least holding hands in some capacity. You woke up tangled together in a mess of hair and yawns, and you fell asleep with intertwined arms, legs, and everything in between.
Yuta
☆ At first, Yuta was deeply embarrassed by any type of physical affection, to the point it would be seriously difficult for him to even ask for handholding, but as time went on, he would start to do these things naturally, not even noticing it at first. He'd feel like something was missing if he wasn't holding you in any way, and when it came to sleeping together, he'd get to a point where he couldn't quite sleep right if he wasn't holding you close at all.
Maki
☆ Maki, surprisingly enough, is someone that's very shy about these types of things. You could always get out of her an Eep! A flushed face or a quick side glance whenever you showed any type of public affection, even in a long-standing relationship. In private, however, Maki was more prone to slightly shuffling herself into a very awkward position to be close to you. Of course, she never spoke it out loud, she never acknowledged it, and if you did point it out, she'd act like you were insane. She did really love when you slept on top of her chest, though; it filled her constant worry of your safety.
Mai
☆ To Mai, you were the most precious jewel she could ever blatantly shove in everyone's faces, and she took the opportunity every time she could. She'd very dramatically kiss you in public, hug you just barely in everyone's view, smile ear to ear in front of those she disliked whenever she was with you, or just interrupt your casual conversations with someone to hug you suddenly. As bothersome as it could be for some, it was her own way to showcase that you were the most beautiful thing in her life, and in those nights where no one was near, she'd fall into your arms to live comfortably in your warmth.
Miwa
☆ As clueless as Miwa was, she'd fall to her knees whenever you even dared to breathe in her general direction. Such was her own admiration for you that even the slightest form of affection was a reward she cherished with her entire heart. During work, she'd often find her mind wandering off into you, imagining your embrace later on that night. Then she'd get scolded, only for it to start all over again.
Mechamaru
☆ Having to spend an eternity imagining how your skin felt and how the warmth of your body would react to his own had shaped Mechamaru into someone that simply couldn't remove himself from you. He went wherever you did, he stayed where you did, and he'd follow you if anything changed. His entire life had been spent dreaming of moments like these, and to sleep in your arms, to hold you in his own, was a paradise he thought he could never have.
Choso
☆ For Choso, such strong emotional stimulus warranted responses that he did not know. As such, he took his time to slowly get used to your grade of affection, from observing to gradually letting himself loose until he could not separate himself from your arms. Since he had basically no concept of shame, he'd ask you for affection anywhere and everywhere he could; it was his little addiction. Since he had no real necessity to sleep, he took his time to observe every single part of you at night, every single glance filled with a love he never thought he had.
Kirara
☆ Kirara would just cling to you anytime she wished to; if you complained about it, she'd double down until you yielded. At work, at rest, eating, or basically doing anything, she'd always have at least one arm to cover you with, and her entire day would be spent preparing to release her full affection at night when you had very little protest left.
Gojo
☆ His affection is almost purely in a teasing manner, to incite a reaction from you, to see what you'd say, and to see what others would say. He poked at you, hugged you from behind, messed with your hair, and just did everything in his power to annoy you in a way you could not fight back with. Only at night did he truly cuddle with you, often by just letting you sleep on his chest or anywhere where he could keep a constant eye on you.
Geto
☆ To him, affection was a very intimate thing. It was a way to make you feel special, loved, and unique; as such, he'd leave it for very precise moments where he wished to convey certain feelings. They always consisted of soft, gentle movements all over your body with kisses to decorate it all. You were special to him in a way he had a hard time to convey, but he tried his best.
Shoko
☆ Due to Shoko's busy nature, you two rarely had time to properly develop your feelings; instead, every time you had the opportunity to switch glances, Shoko would often play with your fingers or your hair, doing small circular motions as you talked along. Only at night did she release her tension with you, embracing you with a strength none could match at all.
★ angst ! ☆ raghhh its been too long since ive written angst i need ittt
☆ To have a desire that could never be fulfilled, to crave something impossible and never have the possibility to chase it, was a hell that made itself present every single day.
Your flesh boiled in a way that you had never felt, your lips melted away as your eyes aimed towards the heavens, and your arms stretched out for that which was far away. Even so, it stood so close, so near, it begged to be let loose. It yearned to bite into the flesh and make it its own, to scratch it and rip it apart to the bone.
You wanted to be torn apart, to be stepped on, and to be done what he wished. The desire was so intense that it fell far beyond the limits of what you could handle, a love that became oh so painful as its thorns dug deep into your skin with just a stare, with just a fragment of what could not be.
His words could never satisfy you, his gaze only pained you, and his fingers could never curl towards you, even if they wished to, even if they naturally stood inches away from you. Never had he desired so deeply to ease them in soft grasps, a response so inherently natural in those that he viewed around him that he felt a prisoner of himself as he was sentenced to only witness for eternity, to be a casual observer in something he very well knew he could never have. To him it was a torment worse than life itself, to live in solitude of a love that at first fueled his very existence.
He was in your blood, he was in your tears, and he was in every single action that sprang forth from your body, yet he could never be present to witness any of it. A cruel reality was all he could spare, and it silently drew lines that only grew and grew as time went on.
Eventually, once his desire fled from him, unable to take in the torment, he was relegated once more to a passerby. A simple ghost among the rest that could only silently wish for a flesh that could not be tainted, for it had a name, and it was your own.
May chance.. Headcanons of Nobara dating a quiet, nonchalant (but secretly chalant) girlfriend?
ALSO ALSO I AM WRITING YOUR REQUEST ITS JUST TAKING A BIT CUZ ITS RLLY LONG— LIKE THE LONGEST FIC I WROTE LONG🩷🩷🩷
✦ Nobara Kugisaki! | ★ 15 Minutes with you
★ fluff ! ☆ MOOTIE HIII, TAKE YOUR TIME ITS OKAY!
★ You weren't even sure how this started at all; it sort of just happened. From just minding your own business to having to shut up a girl who was way too adamant about bothering you to maybe maaayyybeee saying yes to a stupid ugly date.
"I've seen you smile, but i've never really heard you laugh!"
★ Nobara was hellbent on getting to see who you truly were behind everything. Something told her that so much more hid beneath you, and it called specifically to her, and she had to take that chance! And the fact that she was also desperate for a relationship
★It would be a matter of trial and error for her to see what you truly liked by picking out what you really hated until she found you smiling just a tiny little bit at a stupid gift she made with her own hands.
★ Some would call her crazy, stupid, or just blindly devoted, but in her eyes you were so much more than what you let on; your strong character may have pulled her in at first, but it was your sweet and adoring actions that kept her around. You weren't just a never-changing stern face; you were also a human being with emotions that she could endlessly adore.
★ Your quiet, reserved demeanor often clashed with her outgoing and loud personality, but it was that difference that allowed your love to blossom into something much more meaningful. You leaned into her to express what you could not, and she leaned into you as her quiet place, where peace and love was all she could ever get.
★ Of course, with your rather grumpy way of being, most arguments just revolved around your lack of expression at her more extravagant tastes and choices. You didn't like to dance, to listen to her flavor of music, to go out shopping with her, or to go out to restaurants; she always had to drag you out of your little cave to do anything, but it was in sharing your moments with your loved one that you found a sense of peace and belonging anywhere you went.
"You're such a killjoy, you asshole!"
★ It was a love with many different challenges, but one that the two of you could grow upon, intertwining your lives into something that neither could have imagined, and all from someone that you thought could not even put a dent in you regardless.
Hii! Could you do JJK characters x suicidal reader? I know it's a little redundant considering you've already done both CSM and JJK characters x reader struggling with mental health buut It's been in my head for a couple days now totally not because I nearly attempted laat month and have been using writing or requesting as a coping mechanism haha (I guess this can work as a 'sequel' to that JJK characters struggling with mental health one?). If you wanna pass on this than it's totally fine ^^
✦ Jujutsu Kaisen! | ★ The Right Place
★ fluff comfort ! ☆ my baby im so so so soo sorry it took so long! i got horribly sick last week, classes got tough and ive been just generally so burnt out lately but im very glad to at least see that youre still going strong!! i hope you do get to read this and i wish you a very nice recovery <3 !!
Yuji
☆ It would certainly be a feeling that he himself could understand and even relate to, but it would be in how you two differed from one another that Yuji found his biggest issue. To him, the biggest strength that he could ever have in his own struggles was you; you were the proof that he could be so much more. But how could he make you understand that? How could he make you see that? He needed to try, he needed to act; you were everything to him, and his life would feel empty without you. He just hoped that yours would be the same.
Megumi
☆ His own resolve had proven to him countless times that he could surpass his own demons, so just why exactly did he feel such a strong need to take care of you? It was against his own morals; he wasn't a babysitter, not even with you. But it was during those times when he held you, when he took you in during your darkest moments, that he wished to feel you again, and he would do whatever it took.
Nobara
☆ Nobara considered herself to be someone far removed from your type of pain, so it came as no surprise that she found between you a difficult barrier that she had to learn how to cross. She would try to understand your hurt first, to hear you, to let you talk and speak; in her hands you laid, and it was her duty to keep you safe, even if she had to remove everything dangerous around you, even if she herself had to retreat from her daily life to spend just a few more precious minutes with you. You were her one and only, and she had no intention of changing it.
Maki
Gojo
☆ To Maki, opening her heart was something forbidden since her birth, but to see you tear out your own was one too far. She didn't understand anything; she didn't truly get what was happening. This confused her; this angered her. She did not feel enough for you, but nevertheless, she tried; she would always try, even if she wanted to fall. To see your smile was what kept her moving forwards, and she would never stop.
Realizing her shortcomings, she would use whatever resources she had to get you in contact with what she lacked, to give you what she could not, and to gift what she did. She would rather die than see someone else be taken from her, and it should never be you.
☆ For once, he had nothing to say, nothing to rely on, and nothing to think. He had always been what all looked up to, but with you he felt more human. To no longer have that human connection was something that left him disconnected and puzzled, and although it would always be a challenge, he would do what he could to preserve that link that had changed him fundamentally. You were far more important than he let on, and he would softly start to let it show. Through small actions, small gifts, and long trips, he wished to see your flame spark again; his own philosophy demanded that your life be lived to the fullest, and if he had to push himself to let that happen, he would do so on a whim.
Geto
☆ Soft words would whisper themselves into your ears, and a soft embrace would envelop you whole. To him, tenderness was a way to give you what he had not, to push within him what he wished for so long ago. You were his, and so that meant that his own hands were responsible for your joy, and if there was none, he would make it be.
Shoko
☆ To have something that she could not simply cure, to have something that took so much more than the wave of a hand, was a reality she never often came across. In your eyes she found herself, and that simple fact changed everything. She had promised to never leave you alone, even if it at times hurt, even if at times she could hardly bear to look at your colorless face; it was a promise she would fulfill to the very end, with her hands in yours and her lips to seal her own name into your own.
Hiii, can I request a fluff alphabet for Kirara Hoshi pls?
✦ Kirara Hoshi's Fluff Alphabet !
★ fluff ! ☆ ohhh tysm for requesting <3 ive never done something like this but i did remember really liking the format when i was younger on tumblr !!!
★ Admiration What do they admire most about you?
☆ For her, your determination and passion were what slowly won her over. To be the only witness to what truly made you yourself was a privilege made of gold.
★ Beauty What do they find most beautiful about you?
☆ Despite everything, what always had her in a chokehold was your eyes. Even if they aren't colorful or exotic, to view every single sparkle decorating your iris was akin to the night sky that shaped her very being. It was only for her to love.
★ Cuddling How do they like to wrap around you?
☆ She loves to just be held by you, in any shape or form. If you're busy, she'd lie down beside you and wrap herself around your back; if your full attention is on her, she'd interlock her arms and legs around your own.
★ Dreams How do they imagine their future with you?
☆ Her own dreams lie within your own; she'd follow you everywhere you went, for her only desire is to forever remain alongside her love.
★ Emotions How do they express themselves around you?
☆ Kirara would always try to extend her cheerful and joyous personality over to you in any way she could; perhaps it could lend itself to being annoying at times, but her only goal and desire was to see you happy any time she was around.
★ Fears What are they most afraid of in their relationship?
☆ For the longest time, her only true fear was for you to not accept her, and even after things had been settled, there would still remain a thorn in her heart, one that would whisper horrible things every time she tried to sleep.
★ Gifts What are their perfect gifts?
☆ Every time she went out, she'd always keep an eye out for something that you'd like. Generally, she'd always gift you jewelry or style-conforming clothing, always matching with something she already had.
★ Honesty How honest are they to you?
☆ She'd keep some things to herself, not because of malice, but out of a fear of rejection. She's someone that's rather insecure about herself; some things would remain hidden until they surfaced one way or another.
★ I-Love-You How long did it take them to say it to you?
☆ It took quite some time for her to gain the proper courage to ask you out, mostly due to her own fears and insecurities. But once those words were released out of hiding, and when she saw in your arms a future where she was not alone, she felt at home.
★ Jealousy How jealous are they?
☆ While she wouldn't necessarily prohibit you from anything, it wouldn't be a lie to say that it stung whenever you even mentioned someone else, especially if they were an ex or previous relationship. But she'd never hesitate to mention it thoroughly to you.
★ Kisses How do they like to give kisses?
☆ She loves to pepper you with small kisses. To mark your body with her lipstick all across your body, from your hands all over to your face. It was a mixture of love and ownership, to make it clear with sweetness that you already had someone to call out your name.
★ Love Whats their love language?
☆ For her, to exchange what you loved was an intimacy never surpassed. Kirara loved to do your makeup, to style you, and to share what made her happy, but she would also try to integrate herself into those things that brought you joy; even if she didn't like them, she would do her best just to see your proud stare.
★ Mornings How are mornings spent with you?
☆ It would certainly be rare for her to wake up first, your warm embrace being more than enough to keep her locked up, but whenever she did, she would always spend a long while staring at you, taking in everything that made you so special under her eyes. Nothing more would be done, for it was all that was in her world.
★ Names What are their favorite pet names for you?
☆ Any and all variations of "Baby" would be her go-to. In fact, she'd say it more than even your own name. Saying your name was only reserved for those moments of absolute seriousness.
★ Obvious How obvious do they make their love?
☆ She's quite terrible at hiding her feelings; they would always shine through in any situation she was in. It wouldn't take all that long before you could figure out what she felt, even before she confessed to you.
★ Patience How often do they get angry at you?
☆ Kirara herself would never show any type of anger at you; instead, she'd bottle it up and think about it at a later time. Even if anger was all she could think about, she'd never let it show, for her fear of losing you was much greater than any resentment. Of course, this only led to problems later on, but they could be fixed.
★ Quality-Time How do they like to spend their time with you?
☆ Any opportunity to be alongside you was well spent. For Kirara, to use her time, even if it was only for a few seconds a day, to be around you was more than enough. It was safe to say that she had fallen totally obsessed.
★ Romance How romantic are they with you?
☆ Her standards for herself would forever increase. As she consumed more and more romantic media, she'd implement all those little things that would catch her eye. She was always in a constant quest to be the very best partner you could ever need.
★ Safety How safe do they feel around you?
☆ The entire world would disappear around her the moment she fell into your embrace. Nothing else mattered, nothing more than what was between you two and a life to be filled with love.
★ Tease How much of a tease are they?
☆ Oh, Kirara loves to tease you! To bother you with small things just to see your reaction. If you were ever timid or squeamish, she'd love to just constantly remind you of things that could get her a face that she'd love to see.
★ Upset How do they act when you're upset?
☆ She'd do whatever was in her power to make it up to you, or else she'd pester herself about it for what remained of the week. She was obsessed with the idea of being a perfect girlfriend; to see you upset at anything just wouldn't do, especially if it was about her.
★ Vanity How much do they care about their appearence around you?
☆ Her appearance was always something important to her, and when it came to you, she just had to be perfect. She'd spent hours doing small details that you might not even notice, but under Kirara's eyes, those small details were just enough for you to not see her the same.
★ Work How hard do they work for your love?
☆ She would do whatever was necessary for you to love her, especially once you two got together. Enough was her anxiety about it that you had to constantly be affirming and caring, or else her own mind would get cluttered until she could not take it anymore, and she forced herself to talk to you about it.
★ X-ray How easy is it for them to comprehend you?
☆ Kirara would struggle at times to understand your deeper layers, but over time she'd mold herself around you. She wanted more than anything to make you feel accepted and loved the very same way you made her feel; for this, she'd do anything.
★ Yearn How is their day when they miss you?
☆ She just didn't know what to do at all! So much of her day revolved around you that when you weren't there, she just felt lost. If you could respond, she'd bombard you with text messages about just about everything, but if you didn't, she'd eat her own insides out of pure anxiety until you would show up to quell her fears.
★ Zzz What's it like sleeping with you?
☆ She'd cling to you as if her life depended on it. It would reach a point that she couldn't possibly sleep if it weren't for your embrace. She needed you to feel comfort in a way that even in her dreams she longed for you.
Reader gets a surgery for like any reason (I rlly don’t care lmao it can be something dumb) and after the surgery she’s on the hospital drugs and girl CANNOT make any logical decisions (😭😭) and so Maki has to deal with her gf who is lacking proper thinking and it just saying random stuff for no reason (and nothing makes sense)
(Totally not about to have a surgery in a few days cuz I was a lil bitch and I didn’t deal with my health earlier 😭💔)
✦ Maki Zenin! | ★ Doctor Doctor
★ fluff ! ☆ MOOTIE NOOOO T-T i hope you recover take care of yourself ! <3
☆ Maki's world almost shattered itself into millions of fragments.
During Hanami's attack at the school, she had lost track of you in the heat of battle, almost losing you to the elements had it not been for those around you, saving you from an unfortunate end, but you did not come out unscathed. You got roughed up pretty bad, and since Shoko was overwhelmed by those with more serious injuries, you had to do it the old-fashioned way.
Once word reached her ears, she would drop everything near her just to come to your aid. She felt her own heart constantly push against her own ribs, trying to tear its way out just to end the torment of her endless anxiety. Maki did not know how bad it ended up, how hurt you were, or if you would recover. In hindsight, those doubts were misplaced; any simple thought for even a few seconds would quell any and all fears, but right now Maki was not one to think, for you were in danger and she had to appear.
Endless was the wait until she could see you once more. To sit idly by, staring impatiently as slow numbers went up one by one on a TV screen, was a hell made flesh for a girl like her. For as much as she knew, your own life could be in danger, and she could not be there for you. And once the end of the line came through, she'd make sure to make quick work of the distance between you two, and then...
You were just... there. All tubed up, with only mattresses and thin veils to cover you fully. A more than peaceful expression was plastered all over your face, your pupils being almost as big as the rest of your eye. You barely even acknowledged Maki's presence.
— "Mai...? No...Maki...B-Baby, hi!"
Words fell straight out of your mouth in an incoherent and barely comprehensible mess, purely a victim of those small transparent tubes inserted into various veins alongside your body. Your face of joy being almost entirely unreadable, those serums leaving your muscles hard and painful to move—well, if you could even feel pain at this point.
At first, Maki wanted to rip you apart just for giving her such a painful scare, but to see you this way, so peaceful and loving, brought a tenderness directly into her heart that she had not felt in days, days in which your absence had overtaken her. Slowly, she would make her way beside you, sitting down in a small plastic chair beside your bed.
— "You fucking idiot, why did you let yourself get hurt like that?"
Her speech fell right through you as your eyes stared at her up and down, completely enamored by her visage, falling into yet another trance as you lost yourself beneath the faint glow of her eyes, and in your eternal wonder, you spoke with a love absolute:
— "You are my girlfriend, right?...So cool…"
A soft smile couldn't even help itself to draw upon her lips, a canvas so diligently marked by your words they had become your own, and in your current state, she doubted you'd remember much of anything. She took this one opportunity to say what she rarely spoke of, just for your own ears.
What if I ask someone who struggles with mental health? I think it could be fun.
For jjk or Csm you decide what to do. ¿Please?
I'm terrible at English, sorry about that.
✦ Jujutsu Kaisen! | ★ On the edge
★ fluff/angst kinda? maybe- ☆ hiii!!! so i did kinda do this for csm, so you gave me a perfectly good excuse to write it for jjk !
Yuji
☆ It was certainly difficult for him. He'd do his best to cheer you up as well as he could, but it would not be a lie to declare that his own guilt took a strong hold of him at times. As much as he wished to see you smile, with every passing second his own would slowly get worn down by his own hand. It was his responsibility to see you through; if he failed at it, he could never forgive himself. He had to work hard for you.
Megumi
☆ Megumi was not good with feelings; everyone knew that. For years he built himself a barrier against them; now, however, with the pain it brought him to see you this way, he'd try to slowly overcome himself for you. None of this would be spoken; he didn't like to, but he'd push himself just a little more every single day. As hard as it was for him, it was all for you, and it was all that mattered.
Nobara
☆ She felt entirely responsible for you, even when you felt just fine. To say that her world would flip on its head was an understatement. Everything in her life had to be entirely rearranged just for you, to spend time with you, to make sure you could always communicate, and to please you in whatever way she thought was best for you. It would overwhelm you at times, and that was something she could never really understand, but you knew it was best for you, and you loved her for it.
Yuta
☆ He knew what it felt like, but he could not comprehend it to the extent of your own feelings. He'd try to apply whatever he knew just from memory, but the pressure would slowly get to him. Instead, he'd just listen to you, try to understand what you had to say, and give you what you wanted and needed, even if he himself found it at odds with what he wanted. Even so, he'd put it all aside just for you.
Maki
☆ Maki struggled to cope with you. Years of suppressing her own feelings had only left her completely clueless to complex human emotion, and when she eventually caught on to what was happening, she could not handle it. In her desperation she would seek out help from others to look for any way she could to better herself just to be of proper use to you. This led her to spend little time with you, unknowingly just making you feel worse.
Mai
☆ She didn't know how to handle herself, even less when it came to you. Mai would try what she thought was her best to try to make you feel better, even if it came straight from the hands of someone exactly like you. She would gladly lend her life to you if it meant for it a reason to carry on, but she could never find the motivation to do it in life, sinking into herself as deeply as you.
Miwa
☆ Miwa would at first stand completely unaware of your situation; even if those around you tried to notify her, she would always brush it off. She trusted your words too much to notice what lay beneath them. When it finally dawned on her, an immense weight came alongside it, crushing her spirit. Miwa would shower you in gifts, in dates, and in intimacy and affection, but when your light still dwindled, she did not know what to do.
Choso
☆ Choso was no stranger to melancholy; it was within it that he had found his purpose. This he would try to make you witness, to slowly steer you into a strength you didn't know you had. It was his own way of taking care of you, to shape your character into something you could be proud of. It fell on you, however, whether you would take it or leave it, for it was not his responsibility.
Kirara
☆ Kirara had to fix you; she had to. It was her duty; it was her responsibility. You had brought peace and love to her life, and now she had to do the same. It was to her dismay, however, that she, as hard as she tried, could not change you. She didn't accept it to be a part of you; it was something she had to get rid of for you to love you properly. Perhaps in a way that only alienated her from you.
Gojo
☆ For one of the very few times in his own life, he was terrified. He saw within you what had brewed up before his very eyes long ago. Now, however, he had to do something; he would right his own wrongs on you. Never would he let it happen again; you were his second chance at life, and he would never let it consume itself again.
Geto
☆ Within you he saw a dark reflection of his own self that he could not stand, even if he didn't quite recognize it still. His calm demeanor lent itself perfectly to a caring role for you, but the deeper issue at your core was never addressed. To properly recognize it in a healthy way would mean a rejection of the path he had taken, and he would never allow himself to do that.
Shoko
☆ She could understand you in a way; life tended to beat her up quite often, and it was something that she could relate to. Despite being a practitioner of medical sciences, she never truly acknowledged it; she only saw something that she could bond with you over cigarettes. Perhaps that only reflected how she viewed herself.
Yuki
☆ Yuki had grown a strange fascination with Geto's mental downfall, but once it came to you, it was as if everything had been forgotten. The greatest medicine she could ever think of was giving you whatever made you happy, to force you to go out and do those things that once brought you joy. Never did she once consider that things only felt dimmer for you until she had to face that truth herself.
★ angst ! ☆ been dying to write something for her, but i never managed to come up with something so here's a short one to please the itch
☆ What did freedom ever taste like?
Reze held within her hands a mess of organic matter woven in between her fingers, a crimson red staining the grass where she lay on, and a mangled carcass resting calmly on top of her lap. As the night raged on below, as the skies lit themselves up in a manmade fury, she stood alone, with only the flies to keep her company.
Since she had been a child, she had always wondered what the world outside looked like, outside of those cold monotone facilities, outside of those starving nights where the only faces she could ever see held only fear in their eyes. She wondered about so many different things that when the time eventually came to undress her own view to that which she had longed for, it felt meaningless. Her only meaning was for the union, even if the soft breeze called to her, even if those birds sang her name, even if she kept herself awake just to watch the children play with their books in hand. Thought was a crime, and she could not ever allow herself to be guilty.
Blood was not something strange to her; the insides of the human body had been engraved into her memory. Every cut, every nerve, every single piece of tissue that could guarantee a soft and swift demise. It was the only thing that she could ever see whenever she met someone new; the violence had been ironed in so deeply into her very being that she could never feel human alongside everyone else. They were all a potential target, all to be slain over and over in her mind.
To be buried upon pile and pile of masks placed onto her face by a higher power was a fate worse than death itself, yet Reze never truly realized it; she was to be devoured by every persona until it could only cannibalize itself to continue living. And in every layer to be formed, small traces of herself were to be lost, until her own core became just another layer on a cracked surface.
And it was in those few days where she questioned herself more than anytime before. A light was to be given in her world of darkness, yet even she was not sure if she wanted to see what lay beyond. For the first time since her birth, she had committed a sin no worse than those that brought her to this life in the first place.
She wondered... What did freedom taste like?
And in her eternal solitude, she had found her answer:
It tasted the same as your lips, as your warm embrace, and as your voice every morning.
Yet she was too late for herself, for your remains now had been scattered in the wind, and what remained would paint on her hands what would become a constant torment forevermore.
★ smut ! mdni ☆ first smut fic ive ever done lmao, hope it doesnt suck
☆ Her grip on your throat tightened, her fingers each pushing harder and harder against your soft skin, leaving her own imprint woven deep into those clean and smooth patterns that made up a reflection, a reflection of what she was no more. Her fingers carved their way deep into your inner flesh, consuming your interior as your whimpers fell right through her. Slowly, the intensity of it all consumed her down to her last gesture. Beyond your entire being, she could only see that which had been etched into every part of her, so much so that it started a fire that would slowly envelop her, a fire so bright and intense it drove her insane. She wanted to get rid of it however she could, to release that primitive urge of violence in any way that could be made. Your body was her canvas, and her frustration was her only beaten-down brush.
Maki's teeth sank into you, littering your entire body with small marks of ownership, all to the tune of your voice as it begged and begged. Her name echoed throughout as your hands tried to take hold of her, clinging with utter desperation to her back, your fingers pressing deep into her scorched skin. This reminder of where she was, but more importantly, how she was, only frustrated her even more. Her wrists moved in a hurried, frantic rhythm, moving up and down in a complete and violent takeover of your body, swearing complete ownership of you, your throat closing in on itself as her hand gripped tighter and tighter, her eyes growing narrower with nothing but a flame to guide them.
She started to curl in her fingers one by one, trying to fit in as much as she could, however she could. She wasn't listening anymore. She was driven by pure and utter passion, like a feral animal that held its own position on top of you. Your legs tried as best as they could to wrap around her body; her frantic movements meant you were more of a ragdoll than anything, and that made it more than hard to convey any feeling other than pure and utter excitement. You had never seen her this fired up; you had no room to process it as the constant influx of sensations rendered you pointless in a carnival ride of pure animalistic pleasure.
As you yourself reached your own climax, you tried to convey those feelings as best as you could, your words only coming off as feeble attempts at communication, your hurried breaths rendering you useless as the influx of violence made you feel like a hole carved up and used.
— "Agh! Don't fucking stop now; I'm not done yet."
Despite her own dominating nature, not even she could contain your own carnal desires. And once her hand started to drown in your fluids, she retreated from your neck, only to slam her fist against the pillow right beside your head, shattering it into its own little components as they scattered alongside her own rage.
— "Fuck! I always do this..."
— "M-Maki, are you—" Your hand, weak and frail, tried to reach out to her, only for her to move just out of reach.
She tried to readjust her hair, attempting whatever she could to make her feel prettier, even if it was just for a small second. Even so, she could not possibly escape it. It was written all over her hands; it was carved all over her skin. Her breasts lay mangled and unrecognizable, her face unimaginable; she could barely see out of the only eye she had left, yet even then, what she gazed at made her feel disgusted beyond redemption.
— "Shut up, I don't want your sympathy."
To be viewed like this, to now never again enjoy what used to be a symbol of intimacy and care, of love and union. All for something that she could never get rid of, something that would forever haunt her no matter how far off she tried to remove herself from it. She could never go back to how it was before. Sure, you did always say reassuring things about it, but you still acknowledged that it was there, and you still knew it happened, and that pity only made her anger concentrate even more.
Never again had she truly felt like she was worth it again; she couldn't enjoy anything anymore, and now even her own intimacy lay mangled and disfigured, so that even while she attempted to do it, she still felt like a disfigured pig. Never had she felt so humiliated before, and there was no one to blame other than herself.
With her own legs, she tried to cover herself, her knees coming all the way into her chin, attempting to shelter her away from everything that could ever birth itself from just staring.
Using whatever strength you had, you placed your hand, still as soft as ever, onto her scarred tissue, placing a soft kiss on what skin could be salvaged alongside her arm.
— "Maki, baby..."
Her eye glanced just enough to the side that your face could come into view, a small yet significant teardrop forming slowly as the realization of it all landed onto her, plunging her deeper into a pit that she thought could hold no escape.
— "..."
— "I-I don't—well... I-I mean I don't, uh..."
— "I like you, you know? You don't have to be perfect. I just—I just love you, okay?"
As you struggled to truly convey your own feelings, Maki slowly formed a smile. Even if nothing significant came out of you, it was enough for Maki to piece it together, or at least enough that the message, simple and stupid, could land in a way no written text ever could.
— "You're so bad at talking, y'know?" Maki slowly turned around, her teardrop still shining on through the night.
— "We don't have to keep doing this if you don't want to... It's—it's never been about just sex! I just—I just really, really like you, okay? However ugly you might be. "You stuck your tongue out in a cheeky way.
— "I'm the ugly one?"
You watched her on, a soft smirk slowly drawing itself along the borders of your lips; within your eyes you transmitted a type of care filled with tenderness that you could never fully explain with words, but one that was shared within every thought. You just hoped that she could feel it too.
Perhaps in a way, she could, enough so that she took you in her arms once more, enough so that she let you have control for once, enough so that she could feel what it was to be loved all over again. And just like the first time, it was under your every gaze.
★ fluff ! slightly suggestive ! ☆ i'm just realizing now that i left him, yuki and some others out of my jjk scenarios, sorry !!!
☆ Your fingers moved in hypnotic shapes around his torso; they felt cold as they dragged themselves along his own warm body, his eyes never leaving them for one second.
— "I-I don't understand...."
This sudden influx of feelings, of emotions and sensations, that flooded him found a way to overwhelm him. It was too much to think about, too much to feel in one single instance. He wanted to find a reason for it all, to know why exactly his own body fell out of his control, how his own warmth wanted to claw its way out of him and to surrender itself to your own. Something within him yearned for a comfort so intimate that in the very second he got to attain it, he could not handle himself; he went insane trying to comprehend something he had no remote idea or clue could even exist within him, within anyone.
— "This is too much, please..."
He felt deeply ashamed to even imply such a thing, to reject your love and your attempts to please him. He refused to say it for some time; he needed to hold himself down as hard as he possibly could, unless he wished to cause you harm by saying something like that, but he just couldn't, not anymore; his own throat ripped itself apart. This was not comfort anymore; it was suffering that he could not comprehend, no matter how much he tried.
His own mouth closed itself shut, and his eyes wandered off into yours as his own head started to claw at him. Just as quickly as this moment of intimacy had formed, he had to shatter it apart. He knew it meant to you so much more than whatever he could manage to feel; he didn't even fully understand human emotion yet, this incarnation being so recent that he was still figuring things out even to this very day. But no matter how much he prepared himself for battle, those things that you made him feel were far larger than anything he had ever experienced in all his days; it only added to that constant worry of selfishness that plagued his mind as he awaited your response, bracing himself for what felt like the ruins of what he had constructed so far.
In spite of everything that he had been building up until this very moment, what came afterwards was not a reprimand, was not a confirmation of rejection, and neither was it of hatred. Instead, he got something that he had been able to understand, a feeling of love so pure and simple that even his heart could incorporate it into his needs and desires. Something that he would often find himself begging you for at every single opportunity; it had become his new favorite tool of comfort to calm him down every single time he ever felt the need to.
Your arms wrapped around him, your skin melting into his own, fusing together in one singular display of love that would dispel any anguish within his heart. It melted away his worries and fears without the need for any words to be spoken, an independence of communication that you two felt proud of, as all that ever needed to be said was transmitted through whatever action suited it best. It was something Choso preferred for those few weeks where the only word that could slowly stutter out of his mouth was a simple "I like you."
At first, he would press himself to give you any sort of response, but what he would eventually come to realize was that you never needed one to begin with; you knew just what he felt, what he thought, and what he wanted to say but could never find the words for. You understood him, and that was enough for him to lay his chin on top of you, to slowly succumb to your embrace as he moved his posture tinier and tinier just so your arms could cover him more.
He liked it this way.
☆ sorry if this is horribly out of character !!!!!!! i tried ok T-T
★ fluff ! ☆ to rediscover how things used to be... based on this song !
☆ "Time waits for no one."
That's what you had always heard from your elders, at least when you were young. It's one of those things that you got drilled into your mind from your time living with them, before you even got into the world of sorcery.
Never did it once give itself meaning until you met her. You had known each other for so long, you could barely remember what it even was that made you two get together in the first place. It was a love that endured the worst that life had to offer, yet it always somehow found a way to flourish. Every single day you found a way to fall in love all over again. From her days of short hair and carefree adolescent nature to her time as a young adult struggling to find herself. All the way to the present day, where a simple nurse in charge of hundreds was all you could spare, and you wouldn't have it any other way.
Shoko was someone that was in a constant evolution. She never stayed the exact same way for long periods of time. Though the years were starting to pile up on her, her true nature as a carefree soul never did go away. Your love was one of constant discovery and mutual affection; for such a reason had it endured until now, with rings that had lost their old shine and a promise that maybe one day things could be different.
For some time now, you have worked with Shoko in the autopsy room, a position you had to fight tooth and nail to get. It was public knowledge that your hearts had been intertwined ever since you had been students, and maybe because of it, you two were never allowed to work in the same areas. It was a battle long fought since your days of graduation, and one little way you had managed to get around it was to get purposely injured in missions, just so she could spend her precious time alongside you. Once you two had left that field, then it became a rarity to ever find yourselves out of work simultaneously. To get this position was a dream long come true, one that almost tore apart decades of love.
Precious, but quite rare, were those nights in which you had little work to be piled up, where those endless sheets of paper to be filled, those computer files, and those lists had already been made the shift before. Where the peace and quiet reigned supreme and your dreams of a youthful love could be fulfilled for one singular night.
☆
— "I think we're just about done for tonight."
Shoko shed her medical gown; her role as your mentor in the internship brought out a more strict and professional side of her that you had not really seen for years.
She embraced you from behind, letting the full weight of her body rest easy on top of your pristine white coat, her fingers wrapping around your wrist as she rested her chin on your shoulder. It had long become a force of habit; she clung onto you as a rest from her life, as stressful as it could be. It was an embrace that had never really lacked in all of her years, but it was something that impacted her all the same. Her fingers traced soft circles onto your skin, the softness of your hands moving rhythmically along her thumb in a stark contrast to her dry, overworked hands.
— "The night is still on, i think we should have some fun. What do you think?"
Her eyes opened slightly to take in every single one of your features, to admire what beauty had decorated her life as its crowning jewel. From every little colored spot that made your face stick out among a crowd, to those eyes that she could recognize as far as they could ever be, to, well, everything that made you be you, just as she remembered it, just as she had always loved it.
— "Remember when we used to dance? I taught you whatever moves I knew just so I could get up close to you."
A soft laugh came right out of your lips as, one by one, each memory came rushing right through as a cascade of constant love. Your tone was soft and caring, gently wrapped around a fuzzy feeling that came naturally as your mind drifted off to those distant moments, that even if they were no more, your heart still skipped a beat whenever her fingers pressed deep into your wrists, like those old days.
— "I think I still remember a thing or two."
Shoko's pale skin tinted itself a rose color as she started to share alongside you those echoes of the past, her own mind coming up with moments you didn't even remember, yet she still clung onto them with a love and care that you could not even imagine was possible 20 years ago.
— "You mean when all I knew was the awkward white-girl sway?" Her lips barely lay loose from your ears, her soft tone adorning your entire being. — "You had to teach me just to put one foot over the other."
— "But, I guess... I did get lucky. Because then you were right up in my space, breathing on my neck..."
Almost in synch, her own breath whispered into your own, her own eyes shifting around in various spots as she recalled things that used to be, embarrassing memories that held those precious few moments where everything seemed to be okay. It was a drink she could never quit, a cigarette that never burned out.
Gently, you took a hold of her, interlocking fingers as cold as snow as your hips moved side to side. Your bodies were moving in a poorly coordinated manner; whatever muscle memory had remained was now dusty and mostly forgotten. Much of what remained of its beauty had faded away, as any movement you tried to teach had been long abandoned, and any attempt for her to follow you properly remained sluggish.
Yet even then, your bodies fell into a motion, in a trance that led itself to repaint a side that hadn't been brought to life in decades. In your simple movements a light had been rekindled, one that lit your bodies ablaze, allowing them to merge together in one, all in unison as an old tune escaped your lips almost subconsciously. It was a habit long buried in the past that, once brought to life, fueled a re-encounter with a history so long forgotten that in their dance it reanimated itself once more. All in those simple, heavy movements, all to be tied neatly together in a single kiss, one that would last another 20 years.
☆
☆ — "Are you sure I'm doing this right?"
Her body clung to your own in a state of absolute panic. Her fingers grasped your own as tight as she could allow herself to, her palms sweating as her eyes shifted uncontrollably from your own to her feet to yours and back and forth. Her mind tried to decipher the inner workings of your movement, just to come out a fried mess as she stumbled over and over again.
— "I mean, it's better than when I first tried it... I think."
— "Is that meant to cheer me on?"
Your voices synched as laughter cheered you on, the sweetness of the moment falling on deaf ears as you focused on Shoko's body, attempting your best to prevent her from falling over or stepping on you or herself. During the heat of the moment, you would never stop to consider the intricacies of this one scene, how it would one day be what you would recall every single night, how one simple instant would forever engrave itself onto your very being, forever sealing your future beside her, beside that which you longed for the most.
— "You're a horrible teacher; you should know that."
— "And you are a horrible student."
As your bodies slowed down and as your hearts beat faster, you lay closer than ever to her, her breath coming down just at your neck, your eyes looking down to see a treasure that left you enamored. With a soft, gentle movement, you landed a soft kiss on her forehead, her body tired and her skin dirty; even so, your lips came through as a soft and beautiful bow tie to wrap what would unknowingly become the one single memory you would cherish most.
She comes home while her wife is cooking and wants to help her but her wife is very passionate about cooking and acts like Gordon Ramsey so Nobara just ends up watching her cook and trying not to get in the way
Oddly specific Ik but I take cooking a bit too seriously as well lmao
✦ Nobara Kugisaki ! | ★ Master Chef
★ fluff ! ☆ first request!!!! and for a character i really love hehe
☆ Nobara Kugisaki had always taken pride in her status as a fierce woman; she didn't take anything from anyone, she was for herself and herself only, and that was just the way she liked it... But it wouldn't be a lie to say that she had one exception, one big exception. The flame that she had always been, as bright and intense as it could be, had met its match under your equally fierce eyes.
Although at first she couldn't stand you, a small seed would slowly burrow itself into her heart during every single interaction, slowly blooming as time dragged itself on. It was in every single instance, in every small but meaningful moment that had been slowly constructing itself around your foundations, all while life itself seemed to always try to drag you down. As time moved on, those tragedies let out something within you that shed its light outside of your heated exterior; it was a passion that Nobara had never really seen in anyone else. She didn't quite know what it was that led to that seed bloom, but she knew that your every presence constantly fed into it, caring for it as she was left awestruck under your every gaze.
One thing that Nobara learned through time was your language. It was something other than mere words or thoughts; you were really hot-headed, in fact, but instead it was your own expertise in the culinary arts. To you, food was something more than just what you ate; it was a form of expression, a gift so beautiful to those around you that it was your own unique way of relating how you felt or what you needed. To cook was to sustain, and your love could have never been contained within the boundaries of what you could or couldn't say. Instead, you deemed the act of nurturing life into your partner something so poetically beautiful that you deemed it the biggest priority to tailor it exactly to her liking.
Through trial and error you learned exactly what she liked, what she wanted, or what she craved, even if she never explicitly told you about it. That act of love meant something so pure that not even you could notice it; you slowly started incorporating her tastes into your own food until you realized that you had made your own sustenance, the basis of your own life, so uniquely close to her own that your own love for her fueled who you were down to your own survival.
But that didn't quite mean that you liked to share the kitchen.
You really, really didn't like it.
On one of those days, Nobara came home to a particularly stressful day. She arrived later than usual, late enough that you had already started cooking. Once she opened the doorknob to your apartment, the smell of meat came rushing through, and a warm feeling flooded her soft skin as the oven lay just out of sight. The door creaked open, alerting her presence to you. A feeling of intense guilt slowly crept its way into her consciousness as your body came into view. She knew very well how much all of this meant to you, and to now have disappointed you, even if it was slightly, was enough to warrant an apology... But of course, being Nobara, she didn't have to say it out loud. She just had to show you that she was sorry in some capacity.
It just happened to be that you didn't like it.
— "Love, do you need help—"
— "No."
— "But—"
— "No."
Now defeated, Nobara was relegated to a simple role of "sometimes bringing things over to you and struggling to figure out what spices looked like. " It wasn't much, and she didn't like it, but it was so stupidly cute that it brought a smile to your face. A stupid smile that she could be proud of, a smile caused by her, and that was just enough.
