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🍣 aliya black isfj higuruma’s wife

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new treats : mha boys + full names bd toji stray cat. long term friends.

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hey…been a while…

school got crazy but i’m out now so hopefully it’s up from here!

[belimah]

Yakuza AU by Lilly

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and i would be the biggest whore known to man in this firm

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and yes, i do believe grumpy x sunshine tops all other tropes 🦌

[pockyum]

ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, little yuji is cold in the middle of the night, so he cuddles up next to you and kuna

it’s the middle of the night when you hear the door creak. you nuzzle into sukuna’s chest, thinking you’re just imagining things as you keep your eyes closed.

but small pitter-patters of feet make its way to your side of the bed, and a tiny hand tugs on the covers.

a soft hum of confusion escapes your lips as you rub the sleep from your eyes and squint at the blurry fluff of pink hair looking up at you.

“‘s too cold… can i sleep wif you..?” yuji asks, looking up at you with his big brown eyes as he clutches his little blanket and his tiger plushie held tight in his chubby arms.

“mhm, c’mere, baby,” you murmur, picking him up by the armpits and settling him in between you and ryomen.

a groan comes from said man, and he goes to turn on his back when yuji hits his chest.

ryomen stops turning and grumbles, “what’re you doing, brat? go back to bed…”

“‘s too cold!” yuji complains, moving to lay on sukuna’s chest.

“you’re going to make me overheat. get off.”

“nooo!”

“shhht!” you kick your legs and shush them, “figure something out and be quiet…” you murmur, already falling asleep.

silence occupies the room when suddenly yuji not so quietly whispers in sukuna’s ear, “i’m sleeping here,” while lying on his chest.

“you are not. get-“

sukuna’s interrupted when he’s kicked by a pair of colder feet next to him, and he scoffs. yuji tries to muffle his giggles in his hand but fails, as you can’t keep a smile off your face with adorable sounds like that.

as soon as you’re about to fall asleep, a large hand pulls you closer, having your back facing away from him instead of toward him now. your leg naturally lies on his, and your cheek presses onto the muscle of his arm, using it as a pillow.

he keeps a hand secure on your head and pats yuji’s back, and although the little boy is passed out, sukuna mumbles, “sleep, brats,” as he protects the two people he loves the most.

def taking reqs for them… gonna make this a series if i have enough ideas

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thinking about . . .

♡ how 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi would absolutely give you an exasperated sigh everytime you ask him for help or anything in general, but still do it anyway. you need to find your reports because someone misplaced them? “sigh . . . but you need to keep track of them next time.” you wanna go out for drinks with him after a long days work? “ . . . sigh . . . fine, but only for a bit.”

♡ how 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi is definitely the type to be almost completely silent when you’re talking to him, with the quick bits of commentary if he hears something ridiculous or funny from you.

♡ how 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi will be mostly silent in a conversation, but will remember them two weeks after and whatever was said in it. you would literally walk up to your desk and see your favorite drink just sitting there, fresh and nice. but the funny thing is, you only told him, so you look at him with narrowed eyes and cheeky smile..

“hiromi?” “mm?” “did you get this drink for me?” “does it matter?” “nope . . . just wonderin’.”

♡ how 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi will spin your chair everytime he passes by you…and I mean every. time. there’s not a day where he hasn’t, but he’ll have the most expressionless face ever.

♡ how 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi will absolutely call out your terrible habit of overworking . . . but he literally does the same thing so it really cancels out. so when he finds you at your desk, knocked out in a deep sleep from all the demanding tasks, he’ll take off his blazer and drape it over you while he continues his work.

♡ how 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi has a strict program. i mean strict as fuck. but you love it . . . so it’s chill.

♡ how it wouldn’t take 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi a second to realize he’s falling in love with you. he might be drained to his damn core, but he’s not dense nor immune to lovve even if he thought he was at first.

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is the reader basically giving shimizu . . . yeah 🥹

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hiromi higuruma headcanons…I’m cooking 🐈

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thinking about . . .

♡ how 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi would absolutely give you an exasperated sigh everytime you ask him for help or anything in general, but still do it anyway. you need to find your reports because someone misplaced them? “sigh . . . but you need to keep track of them next time.” you wanna go out for drinks with him after a long days work? “ . . . sigh . . . fine, but only for a bit.”

♡ how 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi is definitely the type to be almost completely silent when you’re talking to him, with the quick bits of commentary if he hears something ridiculous or funny from you.

♡ how 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi will be mostly silent in a conversation, but will remember them two weeks after and whatever was said in it. you would literally walk up to your desk and see your favorite drink just sitting there, fresh and nice. but the funny thing is, you only told him, so you look at him with narrowed eyes and cheeky smile..

“hiromi?” “mm?” “did you get this drink for me?” “does it matter?” “nope . . . just wonderin’.”

♡ how 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi will spin your chair everytime he passes by you…and I mean every. time. there’s not a day where he hasn’t, but he’ll have the most expressionless face ever.

♡ how 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi will absolutely call out your terrible habit of overworking . . . but he literally does the same thing so it really cancels out. so when he finds you at your desk, knocked out in a deep sleep from all the demanding tasks, he’ll take off his blazer and drape it over you while he continues his work.

♡ how 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi has a strict program. i mean strict as fuck. but you love it . . . so it’s chill.

♡ how it wouldn’t take 𝓗iguruma 𝓗iromi a second to realize he’s falling in love with you. he might be drained to his damn core, but he’s not dense nor immune to lovve even if he thought he was at first.

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is the reader basically giving shimizu . . . yeah 🥹 I be too lazy to proofread btw sorry guys . . .

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if i say newjeans three times in a row will they come back..

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i need a ice cream sammy rn.

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I just love a large and in charge type of man omfg

…. toji , nanami , and hakari.

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Why does no one remember when sixxels used d4vds case for a "modern" fanfic??

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i adore meret manon..

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and no— baby!yuji, 4 years old with wild pink hair on his head, hates the fact that his dumb older brother, sukuna, has an angel for a girlfriend, you! sukuna in his eyes was a big meanie who didn’t deserve nice things!

it didn’t take long for sukuna to realize how attached yuji got to you, however. always wanting to be near you, waddling his little legs over to wherever you were. begging, YES, begging to be in your arms…with the threat of hitting sukuna with a nice toy if he doesn’t get his way!

and when yuji does get in your arms? sukuna has never seen a child with a more smugger look like him!

but of course, you eat it up! you can’t help it! yuji was the cutest little thing ever!

“you’re just eating that shit up aren’t you, baby..” “hehe, i can’t help it kuna! you see how cute your brother is!” “he’s a little shit.” “KUNA!”

and sukuna won’t say it out loud, but seeing you dote over his brother like that? it makes his heart beat wildly…makes him happy knowing you care for the little menace as much as he does.

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obviously baby!yuji only has a crush guys ! and , this is not proofread . . .

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and yes— baby!yuji, 4 years old with wild pink hair on his head, hates the fact that his dumb older brother, sukuna, has an angel for a girlfriend, you! sukuna in his eyes was a big meanie who didn’t deserve nice things!

it didn’t take long for sukuna to realize how attached yuji got to you, however. always wanting to be near you, waddling his little legs over to wherever you were. begging, YES, begging to be in your arms…with the threat of hitting sukuna with a nice toy if he doesn’t get his way!

and when yuji does get in your arms? sukuna has never seen a child with a more smugger look than him!

but of course, you eat it up! you can’t help it! yuji was the cutest little thing ever!

“you’re just eating that shit up aren’t you, baby..” “hehe, i can’t help it kuna! you see how cute your brother is!” “he’s a little shit.” “KUNA!”

and sukuna won’t say it out loud, but seeing you dote over his brother like that? it makes his heart beat wildly…makes him happy knowing you care for the little menace as much as he does.

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obviously baby!yuji only has a crush guys ! and , this is not proofread . . .

[playnextdoor]

toph giving top

warnings: toph is a lesbian who eats pussy, pussydrunk toph, fingering, spitting, body worship, reader has a bush, bush appreciation, shes just messy eater yum. i rushed the ending sorry if it sucks

the way toph ate you out was… interesting.

you’ve slept with a handful of people in your lifetime, and less than half of them were this enthusiastic about eating pussy.

the two of you were laid out on a thin futon, the windows open as fresh air moved around the small house. the annoying calls of cicadas bled through the room while the warm sun flooded the space, its heat wrapping around the two of you like a blanket. toph’s arms were hooked around your legs, the weight of her body keeping you down and still as her tongue dipped in and out of your leaking hole.

her hands, rough from all the metal and earthbending she did, ran over your stomach, her fingertips feeling every tremor. she pushed down, massaging the soft subtle skin there, probably thinking it would calm you down, but it did the opposite. a low whine left your lips as her hands smoothed lower, brushing over the coarse hair spread between your thighs, your hips stuttering up to push her deeper where you needed her.

“never cut this,” she murmured, her lips coming up to place a wet kiss on your clit, then another on your vulva, one hand coming down to cup your bush.

sitting up on your elbows, you watched as her tongue darted out, giving little kitten licks to the hood of your clit before broad strokes dragged upward to where the hair lay. those milky eyes stared somewhere in your direction, and a moan erupted out of you as your hand tangled itself in her dark hair.

“i would be so pissed if you did.”

you watched with your mouth agape as she devoured you whole.

she was so messy with it, occasionally spitting a fat glob of saliva onto your cunt just to lick it right back up. her chin and cheeks were coated in your essence and spit, baby hairs sticking to her forehead, and she looked just as wrecked as you felt. her tongue would find your clit, sucking it between her lips before spitting on it again, fingers playing with your soaked folds, and all you could do was mewl out how good it felt, how good she felt.

“why are you so good at this?” you asked breathlessly, mostly to yourself, but of course toph picked up on it.

she smiled into your pussy, laughing softly at how cute you were, so soft, so wet, so open as you shamelessly humped against her face. her nose nudged your clit as if she could burrow herself deeper. your nails raked against her scalp, and her eyelids fluttered shut, groaning deep into your core. the vibration made your grip tighten in her hair as you encouraged her, guiding her deeper, feeling her tongue fuck into you in messy strokes while you spilled into her mouth and she happily slurped it up.

you couldn’t help but fall back onto the futon, the floorboards creaking as you wriggled away from her ministrations. her grip tightened around your thighs, muscles rippling as she fought against the way you thrashed, and she clearly had no intention of letting go.

she felt the way you twitched against her tongue, your hips stuttering as your orgasm slowly crept closer. toph knew it all too well, her movements slowing down into broad licks from your hole to your clit, easing that growing climax that was begging to break free.

but not yet.

“stop holding your breath,” she rasped, white pupils meeting yours.

you let out a moan, half whine, realizing you hadn’t even noticed you were doing it.

she was so in tune with your body it almost creeped you out. the way she knew your breathing patterns when you were falling asleep, the sound of your footsteps when you were in a good mood or a bad one, the exact moment you were about to spill all over her mouth.

“oh, fuck,” you choked out as her rough fingers prodded at your hole, one finger slipping in with ease before pulling out and returning with a second.

her thick fingers fucked up into you, searching for that spot she always found with ease. broken strings of “uhuhuh” left your lips as her fingers curled and massaged your walls, her tongue flicking rhythmically over your clit, and all you could do was pray to whatever god existed not to take you out right there.

“give it to me, baby, i need it so bad,” she mumbled against your clit, her tongue lapping at it lovingly as she sped up her pace.

toph was all biceps and shoulders, muscles bulging as her fingers fucked you right where you needed her. the sudden pitch of your moans into near screams had her grinning, relishing in the way you melted in her arms, fingers scissoring your pussy, soaking her tongue as you coated her mouth with your orgasm.

small whimpers escaped as her fingers sank deep, spreading you open while her lips kissed and sucked at your throbbing clit, your release gushing onto her fingers and mouth and soaking the sheets beneath you.

her head bobbed with every sound you made, matching your moans like she was feeding off them.

her own hips ground down against the mattress, soaked, but that didn’t even cross her mind as you used her face to get off. your hand gripped in her hair, guiding her where you needed her, and she loved when you got handsy like that. she loved the trembling in your hands, the way your hips twitched up against her mouth while she kept sucking you through it.

a final gasp escaped before you tried to push her head away, but her hands locked tighter around your thighs. her tongue dragged up to your mound, lapping at hair, sweat, and skin.

you didn’t know why she loved the patch of hair between your legs so much, but she did, and you weren’t going to stop her.

“you smell so good,” toph murmured, pressing one final kiss to your pubic bone before nosing her way up your stomach, leaving soft kisses and little nibbles across your heated skin.

her hands smoothed slowly up your arms while your body still twitched from the intensity. her mouth moved to your chest, kissing your tits for good measure before she finally nuzzled up your neck and found your lips.

your hands slid up her back, wrapping around her neck.

“you taste so good too.”

you slapped the back of her head, and she hissed.

her eyes squinted as she fought back a laugh, her lips finding yours in a grin-filled kiss while you hid your face beneath her in embarrassment.

“don’t be so mean now, you were doing so good,” she teased, pecking at the corner of your mouth.

she could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, so she kissed every part of your face she had memorized.

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\( ᐖ)/ gojo stands you up

It’s his fault tonight, as is most times. He loves you. He wishes he could do whatever you asked of him. But, Jujutsu society has other plans for him sometimes.

Work. It’s always work that takes immediate priority. Time and time again.

It’s two in the morning. His brain feels like it’s been scrambled fifteen times over and cooked on medium heat, then refried again and finally lit on fire. The cursed spirit he spent the last eight hours exorcising—with a technique of immediate reincarnation—left him to utilize hollow purple in rural-side Japan to avoid casualties, his reversed curse technique to heal himself constantly when he was exhausted, and then teleport way too far of a distance just to get back to you.

Even if it was hours after the date night you had planned for him.

It makes him wince when he tries to envision it all—candles and rose petals decorating the penthouse. Takeout since you can’t cook for the life of you. Waiting at the dining table in that pretty red dress he bought for you last month, hair and makeup done, practically begging to be ruined by him afterwards. Eating dinner by yourself when you realize that maybe he isn’t showing up and heading off to bed.

He wanted to text you, really. But that fucking curse knocked his phone from his pocket mid-air and sent it into the brush of the prairie—the screen cracked and device completely unusable.

“Sweetheart,” he starts softly, his voice echoing in the uncomfortably empty space. He recalls when he left the place practically vacant aside from his mattress, not even caring to furnish the place until he met you. Made a home with you.

He toes his shoes off and tosses his uniform jacket on the couch as he passes the threshold. His bandage hangs loosely around his neck, his Six Eyes barely able to ascertain anything while a grimace of pain passes his face. His cursed energy reserves are running low, and he doesn’t have the power to heal himself right now.

He can only recharge with you.

He makes his way to the bedroom, stumbling and trying not to trip over his own feet. Exhaustion hangs heavy under his eyes, weighing down his limbs. You’re probably asleep seeing as it’s the middle of the night, but a part of him hopes you’re awake. Even if you yell at him, or hit him.

Pushing your bedroom door open, he sees your form under the sheets, facing away from him. Your breaths are slow, rhythmic.

His chest tightens.

He doesn’t have the battery power to even undress himself, slipping into the sheets beside you. He smells like curse, and he has a feeling you’ll cuss him out in the morning for sleeping without getting cleaned up.

His head hits the pillow, milky hair creating a halo of white around his head. The need for sleep hits him quickly, before you stir.

“I don’t want to do this anymore, Satoru.”

Despite how soft and careful your words are, they hit Gojo like a truck. Air is stripped from his lungs as he stares at the ceiling. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, despair leaving him to spiral. “Okay. Okay,” he turns over to stare at your back, even though it feels like his ribs are being split. “Uhm, I’m sorry, baby. I know how much this date meant to you and—.”

You push air from your nostrils and Gojo stops talking, his gut churning violently. He can taste bile on the back of his tongue. You then turn to face him, and it’s alarming how composed you look. This decision has probably been weighing on you for quite some time, seeing as this wasn’t the first date where he’d had to stand you up. Letting you down, time and time again.

“Just— stop. I was well aware of your role in the Jujutsu world when we started dating, even if you introduced me to it all. I still am now. I just thought… I’d be able to handle it. I guess I was wrong.”

You aren’t even looking at him, slowly appraising the charred holes in his black compression shirt revealing slips of skin. At some point, Gojo couldn’t hold up Infinity and exorcise the curse simultaneously. So, he lowered it, taking a great number of hits trying to kill the fucker. He’s never looked this disheveled before—his hair a mess and perspiration clinging to his skin. It makes your throat close up.

There’s an awkward moment where you pick at your nails and Gojo can’t peel his eyes from you.

Fuck, he hates this. Hates that he has to contest with both his personal and work life. Again. And again.

If only the fate of the world didn’t hang between his fingers.

You’d never make him choose, either. Abandoning his position to make time to grow the life you both want. Which is why you took the choice from him.

Desperation starts to claw at the edges of his mind, his pulse roaring in his ears. He’s not thinking clearly, lips curling downwards. “Baby, please. I-I know I fucked up, but I’ll make it up to you. I love you. Please, just. Don’t leave me?” his voice, barely a whisper now, wavers with each syllable.

Finally, you look up. You’re both crying. Tears run down his pale cheeks, his eyes a deep crimson red. You’re sniffling, your heart wound too tight.

This hurts. It’s hurt for a while now, and you’re certain it won’t stop hurting. You can’t keeping living like this.

“I don’t think I’ll stop loving you, ‘Toru,” you hiccup. You lean forward, cupping his cheeks in your hands. Your palms are warm against his icy skin. Then, you press tender kisses against his cheeks to erase the tears. “And that’s why I have to leave. I have to. You’re hurting me,” you mumble, chewing against the inside of your cheek.

A sob punches itself from his chest. You’ve never seen him cry before—your pretty boy that teases you incessantly, tugging at your hair and kissing you until you’re flustered. Spoils you like he’s got an endless chest of funds, which he probably does. Finds immense comfort in coming home to you. He’s been adverse to vulnerability since the day you met him, and you can sympathize why. When it gets dark for him, it’s really dark.

His arms, bulky and heavy, ensnare around your waist as he buries his face into your chest. He doesn’t stop crying for a while, your name on the tip of his tongue, the fabric of your chemise damp.

“Stay with me tonight,” he mutters after a while, fingers curling against you. “Please.”

You nod quickly, wiping your tear-streaked cheeks with the back of your hand. “Okay.”

You already feel selfish enough, staring at your packed bags tucked in the dark corner, ready to head out in the morning.

If he needs you for one last night, you’ll give him that. Even if it’s the last thing you’ll give him.

© all writing belongs to @epicderpface, and all characters belong to gege akutami. do not plagiarize, translate, or feed my writing to ai.

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get you a man that’s overworked asf, drained to the core, and in desperate need of a 3 day nap…but will stay with that job just to provide for you.

cough cough . . . hiromi higuruma.