“HEY NANA, REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME WE MET?”
🩰 MIKA sheher heterosexual/masexual anime specialist
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“YOU KNOW HOW I BELIEVE IN THINGS LIKE FATE?”
“WELL, I THINK THAT WAS FATE.”

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“HEY NANA, REMEMBER THE FIRST TIME WE MET?”
🩰 MIKA sheher heterosexual/masexual anime specialist
reqs: open boundaries masterlist
“YOU KNOW HOW I BELIEVE IN THINGS LIKE FATE?”
“WELL, I THINK THAT WAS FATE.”
LEON KENNEDY Resident Evil Requiem (2026) dev. Capcom
♡ husband!satoru’s genes are just too strong ( ˶°ㅁ°) !!
you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand resting on your very obvious baby bump, the other clutching the newest ultrasound.
“i’m done,” you declare.
across the room, satoru pauses mid taking his shirt off. “done… with pregnancy? because i feel like that’s a little late.”
“with your genes,” you snap, glaring at the photo. “they’re ridiculous. actually unfair.”
he snorts, walking over. “nothing i can do about that, sweetheart.”
you shove the ultrasound toward him. “explain this.”
he looks at it, then at you. “…that is a baby.”
“that is you,” you correct immediately. “again. for the third time.”
he hums like he’s considering it. “we don’t know that.”
“we do,” you insist, growing more emotional by the second.
“we have two already, toru. two tiny versions of you running around with your face, your hair, your stupidly pretty eyes—what am i even contributing?!”
“everything?” he offers.
“no,” you shake your head, pouting. “i carried them for months. i’m carrying this one. i do all the work and your genes just— copy, paste, repeat!”
he tries— he really does— but a grin slips out anyway. “to be fair, it’s a very good face to copy—”
“satoru.”
“right. not the time.”
you huff, looking down at your stomach. the baby shifts faintly, and it only makes your emotional state worse. “i just… i want one that looks like me.”
that quiets him instantly.
he steps closer, slower this time, like approaching something fragile. kneeling in front of you, he gently takes your hand and places it more securely over your bump, covering it with his own.
“they are like you,” he says, softer now.
“they don’t look like me,” you mumble.
“they have your expressions. your attitude,” he replies. “the way they get emotional over the smallest things—”
“it’s not small!”
“—and the big things,” he corrects easily, a small smile tugging at his lips. “that’s all you.”
you hesitate, but your eyes are still shiny. “that’s not the same.”
“it is to me.” his thumb brushes under your eye, catching a tear before it falls. “and this one? might surprise us.”
“you said that last time.”
“okay, yeah,” he admits, “and i was wrong.. twice. but y’know— third time’s a charm.”
a reluctant laugh slips out of you.
“there she is,” he murmurs, leaning in until your foreheads touch. “besides… even if our baby comes out looking exactly like me—”
“she will.”
“—she’s still yours first,” he says gently. “you’re the one she hears, the one she feels. you’re home before she even opens her eyes.”
that makes your expression falter.
“…and,” he adds, grin returning just a little, “if we do end up with three mini me’s, i think that just proves you have excellent taste.”
you let out a shaky breath, then weakly smack his shoulder. “your genes are still stupid.”
“yeah,” satoru says easily, wrapping his arms around you and your bump, “but you married into the problem.”
you grumble, but melt into him anyway, his hand resting warm and steady over your stomach.
“…next one better look like me,” you mumble.
“personally, i do not mind if we keep trying.”
“and what— create a whole clan?” you huff.
“i mean—” you slap a hand on his mouth before he can continue.
i think being fingered so deeply that their palm stays grinding up against your clit with each thrust of their fingers is very romantic actually
gojo has TOO much stamina !! 18+ drabble
gojo was easily to handle.
well, sometimes.
you could handle his flirty jokes, and the sexual implications whispered into your ear while the two of you stood beside each other in line for ice cream, groups of people less than 6FT away.
you could handle his dirty talk, the dry humping over your thin sweats as you’re bent over the counter— just trying to wash the dishes. the complains would always spill from you, but his excuses piling up after each other while he just rubs over your clothed clit? yeah, you could handle it.
what you couldn’t handle was being stuck in place by his thick, veiny hands— hips squirming below him as your panties pool around your ankles. you couldn’t handle the mean rubs of his cock rimming your pussy— the deep groans emerging from behind you as you just could not stay still.
you couldn’t handle the embarrassingly sexy grip of his biceps against your hips, the cool granite of your counter grinding into your torso. you couldn’t handle his husky words of encouragement as his cock plummets into you— possibly touching your cervix with the curve edged into it.
how may orgasms had it been? two? five? ten? twenty-three?
“mhm— ngh, yeah, baby, come on— bring those hips back onto my thick cock for me.” gojo groans behind you, your hips grinding into his pelvis to just get him deeper— but somehow farther. “— you can do that for me, right baby? hm? yeah, you can, cmon.” he leans down, his carved abs tensing into your back.
“ngh! no— ‘jo… i can’t— please! too much,” you beg and plead, your thighs shaking under the weight of his cock ramming into your tight pussy. your voice cracks under the pressure building in your tummy once again- the bulge of his cock showing through your skin.
“uh-uh, cmon, be a good girl and fucking— take it, don’t run baby.” he brings you even closer into him— merging your skin together like clay. his grip tenses on your hips, and you just know he’s close again. the pressure gets too hard to bury- like a string holding onto a thick brick, waiting to fall.
“ah! fuck— toru, im close— fuck, so good!—“ you squeal, fingers interlocking with the corner of the hard counter. for a brief second— your vision darkens before a burst of white stars emerge into your gaze, eyes rolling back in the ecstasy of your— probably 15th orgasm in the past hour. your tongue falls out of your mouth, panting like a horny dog in heat. he groans behind you, his muscles tensing under the weight of his own release.
the overstimulation kicks in, your walls squeezing his cock even tighter in a silky embrace. you squeak out incomprensible noises from your throat, trying to push yourself farther away from him. in the post-sex glory, he gently grabs your throat and tilts your head back, opening your mouth with two thick fingers and spitting so filthily it gains another whimper from you.
“there’s my girl, cmon let’s get you cleaned up.” he hoists you up into his arms, leaving your panties discarded on the cold kitchen floor. he’d get them later.
right now, he’s just in a daze, his eyes roaming over your sleeping face in admiration.
yeah, you really couldn’t handle his stamina.
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nobody so far, lmk if u wanna be on it!!!!!!!
first smut fic FIUSGHSUSUDID hes so fine
ADORING YOU
sunshine!fem reader + grump!megumi fushiguro
| MAJORR fluff 🥹🥹 (might be ooc 🥹)
megumi was a very cold person.
his posture was always upright, shoulders bunched into a wall of steel. his brows always furrowed into an unmoving expression that even the most perceptive of sorcerers couldn’t read.
so, when megumi was caught trailing behind you, heavy bags bunched between his fingers, with such a soft, puppy-like gaze, it’s no surprise that everyone had suddenly piqued interest on why he was suddenly his guard was lowered around you.
“FUSHIGUROOOOOO!” the screech of yujis voice bellowed into megumis dormitory, gojo and nobara trailing behind the jumping boy. a startled megumi flinches, involuntarily lifting his gaze to eye the pink haired menace.
“Whatever you’re going to ask, no.” he outright sneers, the book between his knuckles suddenly crumpled at the edges.
yuji, nobara, and gojo alike all symbolize their disapproval through frustrated glares and a choir of angry strings, as an unfazed megumi doesn’t even flinch.
LATER THAT DAY
your giggles echo through the pink sky of the sunset, hair flowing in the wind as if it were impersonating an ethereal bush of cherry blossoms, your grin widening as megumis two wolf shikigamis lay in between your lap. their happy, howling vows and cuddling into your abdomen shadow their clear approval of the soft pets in between their ears.
megumi doesn’t care to admit it, but under his breath and hiding from the gaze of your soft eyes, he enjoys watching you with his shikigami. your gentle aura makes his heart race, makes the blood flow into his cheeks, just slightly.
when you look up into megumis eyes, your gazes locking into a gentle embrace of love and air alike, he lets an unguarded, soft smile carve its way into his jaw.
he doesn’t often say it, but these gentle moments with you stop time.
he’s just adoring you.
if you’ve gotten this far, thank you for reading!! this is my second post on this account, and i’m not very good at posting schedules so if you’ve seen my previous work (about sukuna) thank you so much!! you don’t have to, but if you’re interested in my works, please answer this poll below 🥹🥹❤️❤️
who should i write about next??
Sukuna
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other (comment below)
BOUNDARIES AND RULE PAGE
WILL: fem reader x male character, fem reader x fem character, NSFW, taboo, bdsm, most kinks, public, weed usage, pretty much anything !!
WONT: male reader, necrophilia, rape/rapeplay, incest, pedophilia, piss, period, age play, pet play, (to clarify, i will not write about characters or readers being used as an animal or having a leash on them.) food play, drugging, cuts, knifeplay, forcing, pretty much anything i think is gross or indecent.
do not ask me for my age or personal information!!
more to be added, but this is all for now 💕
MIKA …. “angel dust”. straight <3
she/her white english speaker/currently learning spanish
sunstar 💕 multi-shipper lgbtq ally <3
FANDOMS:
le sserafim, jujutsu kaisen, my hero academia, kimi ni todoke, kamisama kiss, bridgerton, lana del rey, katseye, newjeans, illit, genshin impact, honkai star rail, roblox, fortnite, FNAF, twice, olivia rodrigo, sabrina carpenter, malcolm todd, marvel, (most anime’s), and many more!! if ur curious ask and i’ll lyk if im in the fandom 💕
WRITING FOR: mostly jujutsu kaisen but i can write for pretty much anything if it’s requested.
(first post yay!!) lowercase intended
sukuna and you playing in the snow 🥹🫰 (featuring smitten king sukuna who can’t admit his feelings for you, despite you being his queen)
sukuna felt he was going utterly insane.
first, he’d subconsciously buy you quite large bouquets FILLED with a plethora of varied flowers,
THEN, he’d catch himself with the corner of his lip quirking up whenever you’d enter his mind.
he’d go into a long rant to uraume and the lowly servants and state that he felt he was “being cursed horridly,” because of his actions. that he believed he was getting “diseased.”
he would never admit that it was love that might be causing his downright smitten actions— no. he would rather be reduced to fingers scattered across tokyo— than admit that he felt tingles in his blackened heart every time your name was echoed across the cold, snowy halls of his castle. no, he wouldn’t admit that love could be the reason his cheeks would flush a pink that was so vibrant it matched his hair when he saw your pouted cheeks and messy hair in your slumber.
so, when you pranced up to him with a smile as bright as the flames of hell, with the kindness of a blooming flower, he couldn’t refuse your request.
that’s how he ended up in a long, red and black fur coat that drags onto the floor as if it was an oversized kimono, snowflakes blooming against his spiked hair and fingertips.
he watches above you, his eyes a slight narrow as his gaze follows your jolly hand movements rolling snow into a ball.
“what are you doing?” he grumbles, stomping over in his usual i’m-a-grumpy-asshole way.
your head perks up, your gaze pivoting to him and back down under the harsh, bright lights of the sun and snow mixed. you shake your head, regaining your vision before jumping up before him and holding out your snowy hands pointedly for him to grab onto. “i’m playing in the snow, duh! come make a snowman with me.” you express lightly.
when he stares at you with his stoic, pretend-annoyed look, your smile falters into something softer before you reach down and grab them personally. his vexed gaze wavers as you tug him down to kneel next to you, rolling snow into mini circular shapes to make your snowman.
“this is dreadfully baffling— what are you ruining the snow beneath our feet for?” he sneers, the dimmed gleam beneath his eyes giving away curiosity underneath the surface. “you don’t know what a snowman is?” a chortle curls past your pinkened lips.
“do not snicker at me, you insolent brat! it isn’t odd for me not to know the meaning of such unimportant, boring activities. get a hold of your hobbies, woman.”
you ignore his pompous insults, a gentle smile grazing your lips before placing your circle ball steady in the snow. “a snowman is simply man made of snow— with a carrot nose and rock eyes— oh! kuna, can you request a carrot from the kitchen so we can finish the snowman?? and oh!! there’s so much we could add to him, like a—“ you squeal as a large hand clamps over your waist, pulling you into his embrace.
“why is such a creature holding more attention from you than i, your amazing and regal husband? must i curse this inanimate being?” his hand lifts in manner of power, fixed to already be in the process of severing the rolled ball into two pieces against the crumpled snow beneath its structure.
you squeak, face reaching toward his own as your hands clamp over his. “kunaaaaa!! leave my snowman alone, i happen to think he’s quite adorable.” you giggle, before being cut off against his lips sliding into yours, more gentle than usual. your and his cheeks pink alike, you kiss him back softly, hands sliding up to cup his face as your occupied face curves into a smile.
first post on this account omggf !!! this will most definitely flop but if you see this pls lmk if i should change anything or edit any parts to make it better. low-key love sukuna in denial