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[wayfinderwaymaker]

Welcome to my blog!

Just a space for me to ramble and share headcanons and fics. My posts and reblogs occasionally contain adult content. I block blogs who sell fanfiction.

I'm open to requests for oneshots & headcanons. Details about what I will and won't write under the cut. Spam liking is fine. Messages are fine. Asks are welcome.

Ongoing: One thousand and one nights Sukuna x reader

Won't write:

Frat AUs//College or University AUs//Marvel or DC comics AUs// Harry Potter or Hogwarts AUs

Bimbo//ditsy//airhead reader or girlfriend, Nerd!Characters

Student X Teacher//Incest

Fics using the nicknames Kuna, Guru, Gumi or Toru

Toge Inumaki using riceball ingredient speak, Toji Fushiguro using the nickname "Ma" or "Mama"

Not taking requests for multi-chapter fics

Collaborative writing projects/works to be posted as part of a challenge, character or ship week/similar writing events

Absolutely no use of he/him pronouns for Kirara. And absolutely no use of he/him or she/her pronouns for Uraume

Will write:

Fluff//smut//romance//angst

Headcanons and oneshots for most characters from Jujutsu Kaisen, Chainsaw Man, Witch Hat Atelier, and Apothecary Diaries (That have been featured in the anime, preferably. My manga collection is small and incomplete)

Drabbles//ficlets

If unsure just ask! There may be dos and donts not mentioned here

[belimah]

art by nandemotokasu

[wayfinderwaymaker]

To The Beach: A day off with Hiromi Higuruma

"All done." You wiped the excess sunscreen off your hands and looked over Hiromi's back, ensuring that you'd left no white streaks behind. "Ready to go?"

"Just a moment," He replied, stepping aside, presumably to fetch the keys. You rocked back and forth on your feet, already feeling giddy. After all, you had finally succeeded in getting your boyfriend to take a day off. Not only that, but actually planned a beach trip for the day. So for once, as a reward for all his hard work, he would actually spend the day on golden sands and in blue waves, rather than on the couch.

You had even convinced him to get new swim trunks for the occasion, ones which he had no matching rash guard from late high-school to pair with. You turned when you heard him make his way back to the doorway, adjusting your tote on your shoulder and pausing as you looked at him. The sunglasses were definitely a rare sight on him, but it was certainly better than frying his retinas out in the sun. And it wasn't the sandals that made you stop and stare either. But rather the t-shirt he'd put on. Right over all the sunscreen you'd applied (and his toned chest). "Hiromi?"

"Hm?" He was already turning the door, keys in hand.

"What are you wearing?"

His brows raised up. "A shirt?" With his free hand, he tugged at the hem, glancing down. "After I just put sunscreen all over you." You perched your sunglasses atop your head, looking at him just short of exasperated. "Are you just wearing it to drive? Or..."

"Well, that was in case." He looked at you, a but awkward. "You just...planned on wearing a shirt anyway? What if you want to swim?" "You can swim with a shirt on." He shrugged as he stepped out, holding the door as you exited right after.

Now, you weren't mad. That would be unreasonable. You were, however, bewildered. It was the natural course of a relationship to discover more things about your partner. You supposed it was fortunate that all you discovered was his apparent fondness for remaining mostly clothed.

You kept up pleasant chit-chat during the car ride there, and as you walked from where you'd parked to find a good spot to spread the blanket. All the while, though, you couldn't help but glare at that shirt. The navy hue seemed to look back at you, condescending as can be.

It wasn't ridiculous, though, not at first. You laid on the blanket, reading your book at a leisurely pace, enjoying the bright sun, summer warmth, and the sound of crashing waves. At your side, Hiromi simply watched as water flowed in a constant rhythm, and gulls flew through the air. At the very least, he seemed truly at peace, which was a first in your relationship. Ordinarily he was rushing around, hurrying to get to his office, or a courtroom. Rushing to meet with his clients, rushing to gulp down a convenience store coffee, rushing, rushing rushing. You savored the sight of him so still. You just thought you'd be savoring it a little more without all that fabric in the way. "I'm gonna go down to the water for a little while." You declared, shutting your book with a thud and stretching your arms slowly. "Are you staying here?"

"I should watch your bag." He replied simply, glancing around at the fairly full beach, as children ran around and people strolled the shore. "Maybe a little later."

You felt deflated, even as you rose and walked down towards the crashing waves, pretending you did not mind. You knew he worked through tiring weeks, and the beach was a chance for a little rest and relaxation, so he might leave feeling replenished. You just...didn't think that would involve him sitting and simply watching. A glance back and you caught his eyes on you, making you smile despite yourself.

The water was cool, a welcome break from the warmth of the day. You waded through until you were deep enough to float and and gladly embraced the gentle flow of water. And for a little while you enjoyed the melody of flowing water, crashing waves. You swam, let yourself rise and fall and be pushed by the water. You waded in the shallow span of water close to shore, catching the rays of warm sun. You strolled along the sand, occasionally gathering a shell or two bearing a unique pattern or color. And briefly, turning the little shells over in your hand, you sat on damp sand and looked out over the water. But a time came when there was an afternoon lull, and crowds had thinned out. And you realized you had spent most of your time alone.Back upon the sand you saw that Hiromi had picked up his book and engrossed himself in reading. You joined him on the blanket and turned towards him.

"You know, if you didn't want to go, you didn't have to."His brows knit together as he looked up at you. "What do you mean?"

"You've been up here the whole time, reading, keeping your shirt on. Staying as far from the water as possible." You paused. "I hate to think I dragged you out here on your day off if you'd rather...you know, be at home."

And suddenly he looked almost stunned. "I'm enjoying myself." He spoke. "And you're here with me. And I've gotten sick of spending every weekend and spare minute cooped up indoors."

"But you haven't even gone swimming." He glanced around. "Maybe later." It was your turn to look surprised. "Later? The water's fine, Hiromi."

"I know it is. But it's so...crowded." You glanced around the beach, noting the mosaic of spread blankets, chairs, umbrellas and shades, all occupied by their own groups. And the water, full of people clad in brightly colored swimwear. Then your eyes made their way back to him, wearing the black swim trunks and loose navy blue shirt.

"You didn't want to swim because of the crowds?"

He leaned back on one hand, his eyes on his lap. "It feels a little...awkward."

You couldn't help but snicker. "I think you're one of the only people I know who thinks it's awkward to be seen swimming at the beach on a beautiful day."

"Maybe." He said plainly.

"Come on." Standing above him, you extended your hand. "We're going swimming."

Before he could utter a single word in protest, you reached down and wrapped your hand around his wrist with a gentle, yet firm grip. It took a small tug to draw him up and off the towel, even as he muttered worries about your belongings or the amount of sand sprinkled over everything. It wasn't until your feet met wet sand again that he finally spoke. "Don't you think it seems immature, being an adult man and messing around in the ocean?"

"I think it's immature to think that." You decided as a cool wave lapped at your ankles, and sand shifted below the soles of your feet. "You already spend every day being a super professional, very serious guy, after all. What's so childish about having fun?"

Something in him relaxed, bringing a smile to your face. And as you bent forward just enough to feel the current, your entire side was splashed with cold saltwater. Hiromi chuckled, now half soaked himself from smacking the water's surface with his arm, and looking entirely too satisfied with himself for having done so.

But soon, you retaliated, prompting him to do the same. And you both became fixated on your game of utterly drenching each other. The stretch of the beach filed with sounds of sloshing, splashing, and your joint yelps and screeches as it went on. Certainly half the good people trying to lounge and catch up on tanning were all staring on in disapproval from the ruckus. The thought would arrive later, when you had washed the day off and were back at home. But for that glorious little moment, lasting no more than an hour, you were both happy, and nothing else. There were no thoughts of offices or courtrooms. No troubles from the workplace bleeding into your minds. And even the navy shirt that was now waterlogged from ocean waves couldn't bother you.

And later in your bedroom, as you dried off freshly conditioned hair and rubbed lotion into sunkissed skin, he bent down and pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Thank you for today."

You grinned up at him. "You're welcome."

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[wayfinderwaymaker]

Sex is fine but have you ever been the first/only author for a particular tag on ao3? Have you ever pioneered a ship? Have you ever rarepaired so hard that someone sees and tries to out-rarepair you?

[hitsuo]

He’s sitting so calmly, as if he hadn’t wrecked everything.

[bogactivity]

Food for Kusakabe enjoyers

[wayfinderwaymaker]

Lukewarm fandom and fic takes while I work on a Higuruma oneshot:

One bad fanart or fanfic is worth infinitely more than just sitting back and complaining about existing fics and art while calling it discourse or discussion. If you have an issue with how certain fics portray characters, or overall trends in fics, then write what you want to see.

AUs are never the default. If your fic takes place in a 'No powers/no magic', 'modern', or 'college/frat/university' setting, it should be tagged as such.

"who's worse" discourse between villain who does bad things and villain who does different bad things is unnecessary

The only 100% true characterization of a character is in their Canon media. Every fic writer will make changes because every fic writer, however slight, holds biases that impact their writing.

[wayfinderwaymaker]

Hello, sweet wayfinderwaymaker!

I NEED HIROMI HIGURUMA X READER ONE-SHOTS/HEADCANONS🥀

Please...

With love(and despair), a really fan of yours.

Hello anon! Allow me to put you out of your misery with some headcanons for now and a oneshot to come!😉 some light adult content ahead.

Hiromi Higuruma x reader headcanons

◇ His coat is practically yours. Whenever you look the slightest bit cold or bothered by the wind, he does not hesitate to drape it over your shoulders

◇ Adding to that, he'll give you his coat or suit jacket to cover your lap if you ever end up sitting while wearing something short or taking a train in something revealing

◇ He switches to carrying around your favorite gum with him, and gets scary good at predicting when you'll ask for a piece

◇ He tries to plan a date at least once a month, and normally it's dinner at a nicer restaurant. Movie dates, pop and rock concerts, and most activities are a little casual to him, so he tends to gravitate towards things that feel more refined so that dates are extra special.

◇ When he's busy with a case and working late hours, he tries to send you a few texts throughout the day when he has a minute or two

◇ After a few months, you're used to him coming home extremely tired, so you're prepared for short conversations that take place while he showers and then falls asleep.

◇ Likes to kiss you goodbye, even when he's rushing out the door. He swears that if he doesn't, something feels off all day.

◇ He doesn't have a big sweet tooth, but he knows you would feel awkward eating dessert alone, so he'll take a few small bites of whatever treat you order to follow your meal.

◇ He has a designated list of products he uses for personal hygiene, not because of an intentionally built routine, but simply out of habit.

◇ Higuruma enjoys bringing you along for errands, especially grocery shopping. He finds that doing it alone leaves him a bit melancholy

◇ He always opens doors for you, be it out shopping, getting into the car, or going home

◇ His jokes are always a little corny, and a little obscure. They make you laugh anyway simply because of who's telling them

◇ Hardly on any social media. He has maybe a Facebook and Instagram? Definitely not on TikTok, Tumblr, and I don't think he'd have Twitter either.

◇ Whenever you're tired during a car or train ride, he gently moves you so your head rests on his shoulder

◇ While arguments can get intense due to his tendency to approach them like a lawyer, the same mindset gets applied more positively elsewhere. He's good at retaining information about what you like, so he's amazing at gift giving and making plans for you two.

◇ If you're watching a show or movie together and the characters misuse legal terms, he can't help but correct it

◇ He absolutely hates to see you cry, or even get close to it. The second your lip quivers or your voice wavers, it's like his heart shatters.

◇ He's not very vocal in bed, and it's mostly his expressions that show exactly how he's feeling

◇ He has a preference for positions where he can have you close

◇ Doesn't really like being rough, and instead tends to be more gentle, and takes things a bit slower.

Thanks for reading! More Hcs here

[wayfinderwaymaker]

Random Zenin Headcanons

Content: Toxic family, mentioned pregnancy complications

◇ Naoya stays up late and naturally wakes later as a result. If not for multiple alarms and staff tasked with ensuring he's awake at a reasonable hour, he'd be sleeping until noon most days

◇ The food prepared and served is undersalted and largely flavorless, per the expectations set

◇ Even though quiet is expected of everyone, there's usually a great deal of barely muffled noise around the estate, from training, talking, and Naobito's Anime watching

◇ Maki and Mai were given mostly books for entertainment, as toys and games were considered frivolous and unnecessary. Mai enjoyed reading more than Maki

◇ Though boys are often given more toys, games, and other fun things to occupy their time, there's a very negative attitude towards leisure held by just about everyone there. It's seen as laziness, and a waste of time that could be spent training or working.

◇ No one ever apologizes. The time after an argument is full of tense silence, doors shut too hard, and passive aggressive remarks until everyone forgets what even sparked the dispute.

◇ Naobito has a terrible sleep schedule like Naoya. But unlike Naoya, he just sleeps when and where he pleases until something demands his attention, and stays awake and occupied for random stretches of the day as needed.

◇ Naoya loathes the idea of being like his father in any way. When he was young, he would spend hours on writing, trying to ensure that his penmanship did not closely resemble his father's old-fashioned handwriting.

◇ Random flings with women who will not appear again after a night or two are normal for almost every man, but not something to ever be spoken of.

◇ Naoya's mother died when he was very young, of complications with another pregnancy.

◇ They have a designated doctor who looks after the family, and most of them are extremely distrustful of other medical professionals

◇ Maki and Mai's mother spent a handful more moments with Mai. Unconsciously lingering and talking to her since she tended to be more obedient to clan values than her sister.

◇ Ranta tried (and had no luck) finding a wife without a formal arrangement between families

◇ After Toji left, the rest of the clan was incredibly tense and uncertain for months after, and it was extremely gloomy

◇ Modesty is expected of women in the estate. Things like shorts, mini skirts, tank tops, and crop tops are looked down upon.

These headcanons are nothing more than a work of fiction, and do not endorse any real-world views (such as misogyny, violence, or sexual abuse), or represent the author's personal, real-life opinions

[wayfinderwaymaker]

Need a Gojo x reader fic inspired by Romeo and Juliet where Reader is a Zenin and her parents try to make her marry a Kamo but by that point she's already secretly married Gojo.

[wayfinderwaymaker]

Talk about it : wandering around IKEA with Suguru

In many ways, you were absolutely nothing like your brother Kento. You enjoyed spontaneity, liked indulging in snacks and desserts, laughed freely, and kept company that he would consider obnoxious.

In other ways, you were similar. Sensible at the core. Like now, for instance, you've made your way out to the furniture store on your day off with special permission from Yaga to get a new chair (replacing one so uncomfortable it made studying impossible) for your dormitory, with the stipulation that you must be able to haul it back alone.

Unlike your brother, again, you ignored the words of authority and wore down Suguru Geto until he agreed to accompany you.

"We should at least try to make it to where they keep the bedroom furniture."

"Or living room stuff," you remarked as you passed a display of plush toys and leaned down to scoop up a shark. "This looks like one of your curses."

"More huggable, for certain." His lips twitched upwards at the corners. With one hand, jeering reached into a neighboring bin, turning over a stuffed bear, "Looks like Yaga's private collection."

You snickered. "Careful, it might sock you on the jaw."

The brown bear fell back amongst the others, and you both moved on until you spotted shelves of utensils, and made it into the kitchen section.

"Maybe we should get some of these for Gojo. Make him cook for himself for once." You nudged a steel pan.

"That'd prompt a nuclear outrage, don't you think? Getting between Satoru and his food?"

"Fair point." You stepped away, then turned back to look at him. "Be a a little funny though, especially how red he gets."

He snorted softly. "Maybe when his birthday rolls around, then."

"For a birthday? You're worse than me." You looked around until your eyes landed on the mock up kitchen the store had staged. Pristine cabinets, faux tile floors, complete with dinnerware, glasses, and cutlery and napkins at the table.

You stepped around the display, pausing in front of the stove. "Oh, shucks, burnt dinner again." You lamented in a high-pitched voice. "I'm such a klutz."

He raised a brow, as if to ask 'really?' But soon sat down at the little dining table. "After the day I've had at the office?"

"Oh, dear, I know. Just give me another three hours and I'll have another meal ready." You replied in your very best old Hollywood accent.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, leaning back in the wooden chair and sighing. "Just get me a beer from the fridge."

"Anything for you, honey." You swayed over to the refrigerator, opened the door, and... inside sat another plush from earlier. Some kind of alien or dinosaur that someone had shoved inside the appliance. Still, you stayed in character, held it up snd frowned. "Now what have I said about keeping curses in the fridge?"

"My mistake, dear." He dragged out the last word while looking up in a way that made you want to hide away blushing and giggle like an idiot all at once. Made worse by the calm neutrality of his expression, sporting barely there amusement in his eyes.

"I forgive you, honey." You echoed the saccharine drawl. "Now, onto seated pastures?" You tilted your head to the side.

"Lead the way." He rose and followed as you walked, passing by dining tables, stacks of cutting boards, and a handful of sleek wastecans.

Soon you made it to the bathroom displays, eyeing up glossy white porcelain that you could almost see your reflection in. You stopped just before a mirror, peering at yourself for a moment before he joined you, leaning forward to look. "Bit overdue for a shave, hm?" You glanced sideways.

"I'll get to that just as soon as your stop hogging the mirror taking ten tries to do your eyeliner in the morning." His voice was smooth, matching the subtle smile on his lips.

"It was only three this morning." You muttered as you stepped away and pretended to care about the various hues of bath towels for sale.

"It paid off." He offered as you walked on to the next area of the store.

"High praise from you." You shot back over your shoulder.

"And what's that mean?"

"Please, you think I don't know that you wear eyeliner too? Even your eyelashes aren't that dark and pointy at the corners."

"What makes you think so?" He matched your pace easily, having the height advantage to walk swiftly with less effort. "Maybe I do."

"Maybe, or maybe you just don't like being called out on it." Your hands rested on your hips for a short moment before you paused at a shelf of lamps, examining the shades and bases. You moved form one to the next, bathed in soft, warm light, miraculously oblivious to the way your shopping companion was gazing at you while you did.

"Do you think we can get this one back on the train?"

"That?" His brows raised as he snapped back to a conversational state. "It's enormous."

"That's what she said." You snickered, strolling on.

"You're worse than Satoru, I swear."

"Well, you are out with the obnoxious sibling, of you wanted logic you should have taken Kento."

"And forfeit a chance to bask in the presence of your brilliant mind? Perish the thought." He follwed a few paces behind, looking around at the furniture every few steps, and at your back when you weren't paying him any mind.

At last, you made it to the bedroom displays. And it was as though he could see the gears turning within your brain as you laid eyes upon the dressed up fluffy mattress. After scanning for employees, you flopped backwards onto the cushiony surface, your hair fanning out. "Oh, this is good." You sighed as your eyes fluttered shut. "Seriously, it feels nice."

He had no rebuttal for you, then, and instead simply walked over and joined you. "It's alright."

"Are you just committed to being unimpressed for the rest of your life?"

He chuckled, barely audible, making you huff. "One day you'll be less stoic about something."

"Planning to rub it in my face?" He asked.

You turned to look at him, ready to laugh, and instead were met with his eyes already on you. The brown hue you looked into was softer, no doubt enhanced by the glow of lamps all around. But something in the insistence of his eyes to hold your gaze made something flutter in your stomach. Your lips stayed parted, awaiting words that never rose from your throat. You snapped them shut when you saw him eyeing them up, and quickly sat upright.

"Right, er, well we should probably look for a chair." You sat with your back to him, pressing your palms to your cheeks and feeling the sudden warmth in them.

You didn't turn, but heard him sit up and leave the bed while the soft sounds of fabric rustling filled your ears.

You wandered forward to where a little desk was set up with a light, notebooks, and a chair in front, peering back momentarily. He appeared to be doing the same, pulling out a different seat and examining it wordlessly.

"This one's nice." You felt his eyes on your back as you busied yourself with pulling out drawers on the display desk.

"Oh?"

You were inclined to agree as you looked at his choice. Upholstered with soft fabric, designed with soft cushions on the seat and back. It was a solution to everything you had complained about. Kneeling forward, you took the tag into your hand. "It's cheap, too." You hummed.

"So?"

"It's a little...large?"

He smirked a brow as he thought over the size of the cardboard box containing the unassembled piece. "It's small enough." He declared.

And so you two wrestled the heavy box, parts rattling, down stairs and onto the platform, drawing stares from everyone you passed.

Panting, you turned in his direction. "I think I pulled something." You groaned, half-leaning on it as you watched the train stop and deposit passengers.

"Don't pull anything until we're back." He gave you a smug looking smile as he lifted his side of the box, making you groan again as you bent and lifted the parcel again.

Packed like sardines, you stood on either side of the boxed chair, as though guarding it, holding it steady with each subtle jostle. "Hey, Suguru?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you, you know, for...today." You said, leaning in close so he could hear you better. "I feel like I owe you." A sheepish smile adorned your face.

"You do." He replied. "But I have an idea of how you can repay me."

"Right, I-"

Before you could utter a list of suggestions, or fumble your way through the merits of cash, check, or gift certificates, one hand cupped your jaw gently. His lips met yours, surprisingly soft. And for a brief moment, all you could see, smell, and taste was him. He parted seconds later, standing straight again and looking much too pleased with himself as he took in your redness.

Defiantly, you did not look away, though you were nearly glowing from exertion and embarrassment. "So you'll help me out it together if I repay you for that, too?"

[wayfinderwaymaker]

As toxic as it is i think Suguru would be a very good "sit and be depressed all day in bed" buddy. Even in his cult days I can't imagine him being on the go all the time. I think there would be down time that would basically just involve riding out the lows by laying around for a while. Scrolling on his phone, watching videos, staring at the ceiling, half-hearted snuggles and hand holding done in very comfortable clothes. At the end of the day, maybe you crawl out and have a shower, maybe you decide to wait for the next morning. Maybe you have some snacks, maybe you're just not hungry for much more than a bag of chips. He certainly isn't itching to judge you, either way.

[pp3lon]

[wayfinderwaymaker]

Thank y'all for 100 followers! As a mini-update I am working on the next chapter of One Thousand and One Nights, and the first chapter for the promised Geto x Reader arranged marriage fic. I'm also still open to requests, so if you'd like to see something, feel free to send an ask or a dm!

[wayfinderwaymaker]

A short piece of Gojo's thoughts wandering as a father

Your baby boy fusses, 18 months old and very vocal, he's clinging to your shirt's hem and holding out his tiny little finger that he accidentally pinched while trying to close a berry container. "Hurts, Mama." He declares with watery eyes.

Satoru almost swoops in to console the boy, but you beat him to it, picking him up and placing him on your lap while speaking softly.

The sight makes his heart ache.

As a child he had all his needs provided. An excess of tutors and educational materials, curated meals suited for his developing mind and body, a vast estate and a bedroom furnished with a specialty mattress for cradling a tired body, and cushions for when he wanted to sit and read.

The staff responsible for looking after him were chosen specifically for the task, too. People with extensive backgrounds and education in early childhood development, educational methods, and everything that could possibly set a child up for excellence.

But then the meals were never served on plates bearing colorful patterns of animals and alphabets. The bedroom wasn't full of bright colors. He did not have bubble baths filled with rubber ducks or stories read with silly voices by the lights of a lamp that projected constellations onto the ceiling.

Your arms were now wrapped around your boy, keeping him snuggled close as you assured him that it was just a little accident, and he would one day manage to shut lids without his fingers being collateral damage. Satoru smiled as he watched you press a gentle kiss to his head.

He wonders what it would have been like, to have grown up with such a mother. A present one. One who would pick him up and cradle him in her arms as she reassured him that everything was just fine. One that smiled, spoke softly, picked out bath soaps that smelled like lavender and read him storybooks about pirates and fairies. He thinks that it would have been wonderful to know it so early in life.

But there's a sort of numbing quality to watching tender little moments like this unfold before him on the couch, and seeing the smile gradually return to his son's face under your gentle care.

Your free arm moves to drape over his shoulders and tug him close, and he obeys because he's putty in your hands. "See? Even Dad likes cuddles, and he's all grown up." You reassure the toddler, who nods and rests his cheek on your shoulder, content with this new reassurance.

On your other side, Satoru also rests on your shoulder, content with the fact that his child will never be left wanting affection.

You are, after all, the very best mother.

[idontwantyoutobehuman]

Mamajaku for the end of pride month!! evil wife hours <3

[wayfinderwaymaker]

JJK characters : Intimacy preferences headcanons (mature themes)

○ Shoko Ieiri ○

◇ Would be willing to after a few weeks together, but still wants the first time to feel special

◇ Tops a little less than half the time, she prefers you on top so she can watch while lying back.

◇ willing to try some roleplay and orgasm denial. Could be persuaded to keep the white coat and gloves on if you really wanted it

◇ Aftercare is simple, but something she prepares for. There's normally some wipes and water bottles on the bedside table so you can clean up and hydrate.

○ Utahime Iori ○

◇ Utahime is a switch. She has a tiny preference for being the bottom but is truly happy with either.

◇ A bit traditional, she likes to be going steady for a while before having sex.

◇ Likes praise and body worship. After a long day of stressing over her students she loves the soothing feeling of anything involving compression or deep pressure.

◇ For aftercare she likes a warm bath scented with oils, followed with some skincare.

○ Yuki Tsukumo ○

◇ Yuki is a top, and that's it. If you tell her you're worried she'll stop enjoying it, she'll laugh.

◇ Ready to sleep together after three or so dates

◇ Her preference is trying out lots of new positions, light bondage (hands tied above your head) and whatever makes you get loud

◇ Aftercare is centered around you. She carries you to the bathroom to help clean you up or run a bath, and carries you back once you're done.

○ Kirara Hoshi ○

◇ Kirara finds topping to be the most fun, but she still likes when you match her effort

◇ Sleeping together is a natural step of getting closer, and it really depends on how much time you've spent together rather than a set amount of weeks or dates

◇ Likes bondage by way of fuzzy handcuffs and some very mild exhibitionism. Very big on setting the scene for the evening with candles and flower petals

◇ Aftercare is mostly cuddling with each other. Expect to shower the following morning.

○ Kenjaku ○

◇ Kenjaku likes to top, but occasionally switches to make you do the work just because it amuses him

◇ Sex comes up as a topic whenever it interests him. Whether that's a day after meeting you or a month

◇ It's really a question of what isn't he into- sex is never vanilla. He draws a line at anything involving excrement, vomit, or anything that would seriously injure or scar you.

◇ Aftercare ranges from nothing to cuddles, baths and warm blankets. He likes the reactions that changing things so often prompts.

○ Uraume ○

◇ Uraume tops, and doesn't switch. They feel uncomfortable with being the bottom.

◇ Waits until at least a month or two of being together before having sex is even on the table.

◇ Most interested in temperature play, submission (from you) and edging. Likes when nights together last for an hour or more.

◇ Aftercare becomes a structured routine. They wipe you off with a damp washcloth afterwards, comb your hair, and bring you water.