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·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. satoru’s love for you has never diminished—even after being your husband for a few years now. in fact, his love for you continues to increase with each passing day.
“and my lovely wife right here will have the vanilla flavour,” satoru announces to the ice cream man. he’s smiling from ear to ear as he shamelessly puts emphasis on the word ‘lovely’.
it’s embarrassing to you. especially because everyone in the queue - plus the vendor - is staring at you. some giggle at the affectionate display from your husband, others just stare or roll their eyes.
satoru does not care about any of them. all he cares about is expressing his love to you in any way he can—whenever, wherever. this time he went for a much more. . . direct approach.
── ˚₊✩‧₊ genre: smut, fluff, mild angst
── ˚₊✩‧₊ synopsis: after reader is persuaded into putting herself back out there by long time friend, shoko, she successfully ends up scoring a date. unbeknownst to her, though, the gods have different plans—and one of them seems especially interested in her relationship with ex-husband, gojo satoru.
or in other words: a failed date results in a night of passion amongst former lovers.
── ˚₊✩‧₊ contents: 13.5k words, ex-husband!gojo + co-parent!gojo, slight dub-con (alcohol use), dumbification, overstimulation, vaginal penetration, unconventional form of contraception (pull-out method - don’t do this), pussy eating + one oc for the sake of plot
── ˚₊✩‧₊ note: i know this is really long and most people don’t have the attention span for it but PLEASE give it a chance! this is literally the longest piece of fiction i’ve ever written and i’m really proud of it :(
songs to listen to for best reading experience: donny hathaway - i love you more than you’ll ever know barbara mason - i’m ready partynextdoor - showing you bryson tiller - been that way
After you divorced your ex-husband, and decided to devote all of your time to being a mother, you never really considered getting back into the dating world. Not that you didn’t eventually want to settle down with someone new, but the dating world now was just so–different.
Different in the sense that meeting people organically was becoming increasingly difficult. It wasn’t like how it used to be in high school or college, and it really didn’t take that much effort then to get a man’s number by the end of your outing.
When you were in your early twenties, a brush of your hand on a man’s arm would’ve worked. An ‘accidental’ bump into someone at a grocery store or cafe might’ve ended in a quick lay. Using these tactics today, though, might earn you some weird looks–have–earned you some weird looks.
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a nameless fish stripped of its scales
Jujutsu Kaisen
After seeing this fanart, a sweet anon sent me this prompt: "Imagine that you are a simple girl in another tribe who attracted the leader Sukuna who at that moment came to negotiate with the leader of your tribe, he became interested in you and decided to make you his wife and cooperate with your people. So you left with him and began to live with him and give birth to his heirs."
Thank you so much for sending me this! When I saw the art, I was thinking of something along those lines, too! The picture reminded me of the tv show Vikings, so the following headcanons take place in that time.
Pairing: Viking!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Smut + fluff Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, arranged/forced marriage, virginity loss, blood, breeding, pregnancy, slight lactation kink, having children, miscarriage (Sukuna comforts reader afterwards. He doesn't just want her because of the heirs she can give him), general mentions of violence and human sacrifices. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is feared for his ruthlessness in battle and his strength that seems almost god-like. All the other tribes try to stay on his good side and forge alliances with him instead of giving him a reason to burn down their towns.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who looks so intimidating when he comes to visit your settlement. Tall and broad-shouldered with all those buff muscles on display and the bones of his enemies decorating his clothes.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who you can't take your eyes off when you and the rest of your tribe gather in your leader's throne room and watch the negotiations. He sends shivers down your spine, but not just in a fear-inducing way, if you are honest. He is so enticing. Powerful and intelligent, and so attractive.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is such a beautiful man. His face is too pretty for a warrior. Not even his scars and tribal tattoos can hide his beauty. A smug smirk lifts the corners of his lips, and his voice is calm and confident. He moves gracefully like a big cat, beautiful but deadly. He is the most stunning man you have ever seen, and you hang on every word that falls from his lips as if he carries ancient magic in his voice.
+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose icy blue eyes scan the crowd slowly, glittering like two precious jewels in the firelight illuminating the crowded room. Your breath catches in your throat when that intense gaze lands on you. You feel like a small animal trapped in the gaze of its hunter. Should you lower your head to show him your respect? Or will he take affront if you dare to look at anything else but him?
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εïз┊𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — feat. miya atsumu
synopsis. knight!atsumu promised you a world outside the palace walls
— content warnings. not shown but there's death, fem!princess!reader, she/her pronouns — word count. 339
εïз┊author's note. hello!!! just an extremely short lil thing that racked my brain so much tonight, hehe 'tsum is my fav i love him so much <3
his armor clashed against each other as his horse raced through the forest. the rain drops splattering on your skin, the large gusts of wind only making you hold onto your knight even tighter. the dress you’d worn to your wedding ceremony now was white no more, splashes of mud layered the once poufy dress that now stuck to your skin.
the breaking of the twigs on the ground caught your attention. your head shot back, you hugged your knight closer than ever as your eyes widened with fear, tears pricked the corners of your eyes. “atsumu... they followed us!” your voice cracked as the tears flowed down your cheeks.
εïз┊𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 — feat. bokuto koutarou, suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, miya osamu, kuroo tetsurou
synopsis. how haikyuu boys comfort you when you've had a bad day
— content warnings. none! just comfy stuff <3 — word count. 670
εïз┊author's note. here's this inspired by the awful birthday i had today!!!
εïз┊b. koutarou
his excited grin turned into a concerned frown as you walked through the door with teary eyes. he mumbled your name, his furrowed brows and small voice crack showed how much it hurt him to see you this way. with daunting steps, he hugged you tight, pulling you into his chest while whispering little words of comfort into your ear. his callous hands rubbing circles into your back made you sink into him, huggin him back even tighter as he spoke. "hug me as tight as you need baby." he calmed you down, little by little until you told him what happened for you to be so, so upset.
"Stop that, Suna."
"Stop what? I'm not doing anything."
You read the same line of your notes for the fifth time before slowly closing your eyes and trying to deflect the gaze burning into the back of your head.
He sighs, loud and long. "Woe is me."
There's a rustle of linen as he rolls over.
"Ignored. Abandoned." His tone is flat. "The loneliest boyfriend in the world."
There's a quiet scratching sound and you can picture him dragging his fingers along the wall in boredom; you suppress a smile.
"Not even called my real name," he says in mock hopelessness.
He sighs louder. "It's like I don't even exist."
"Rintarō," you reply, trying to focus back on your notes again. "You're not helping."
More rustling and you feel a hand grabbing at the back of your chair.
"Kuroo needs this repor--" the word cuts off in a gasp as the chair is dragged away from your desk. "Rintarō!"
You hop out of the chair the moment before he reaches for you and turn around to see his ridiculously flexible and strong torso hanging over the side of the bed, eyes narrowed at you in frustration at your evasion.
"So you'd rather make Kuroo happy than take care of your boyfriend?" He tsks and shakes his head. "Not very considerate."
"I would be happy to," you try to pull your chair back but he's still got a firm grip on it and he's much stronger, "if my boyfriend," you quickly dance out of reach as he tries to grab you again, "would let me finish the work for my job. You know...So I don't get fired. Rintarō! Give me back my chair."
"Come get it," he replies with a sly smile.
"Damn you and your stupid athlete's body," you mutter and squat awkwardly at your desk.
"Funny...You said that last night, too, but with a much different tone."
"I'm ignoring you," you sing-song reply.
He huffs and there's a moment of quiet before the unmistakable sound of him climbing out of bed.
You move a moment too late.
"Rin--PUT ME DOWN!" You scramble for a grip on your desk but he's already swept you off the ground, carrying you to the bed. "I HAVE to finish this!"
"Relax." He rolls his eyes as he puts you in bed, goes right back to your desk, and brings your computer back, grabbing the lap desk and neatly arranging the workstation on your legs before climbing-crawling over you and wrapping his ridiculously large body around every bit of you he can. He tucks the blanket around you both. "There. See? Now we can both get what we want."
You don't try to hide your smile as you watch him settle down and snuggle into you, content.
"Stop that," he quips, eyes still closed.
In affectionate mocking you reply "stop what? I'm not doing anything."
He buries his face against your side muttering "you're lucky I love you."
With a grin you turn your attention back to your work. "Yeah,
I am."
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"Daddy, when will I get my penis?"
Osamu spits, literally sprays, a mouthful of tea on his brother's face.
"AH FU-Geez, 'Samu!" Atsumu nearly curses but catches himself in time before his four year old niece can pick up a new word, quickly dragging a napkin across his face.
At the same time across the table Osamu's spluttering, coughing, as he tries to collect himself.
His daughter frowns, completely serious. "It's not fair."
"What-uh," another cough, "what's not fair sweetie?"
Now that Atsumu's face is wiped he's trying not to laugh.
She angrily points to her brothers' bedroom door where they're napping. "They were born with them! So how come I don't have mine yet!"
Osamu panics. You're napping, too, and he has no idea what to say. "It-um-I don't-"
Like a glimpse into her teenage years she scoffs, cutting him off. "'m just gonna ask Mama when she wakes up."
Atsumu laughs harder into his napkin, turning red in the face as he tries to stop himself. "Why? Does she have a-"
Osamu kicks his shin, his twin yelping and his daughter shushing them both indignantly.
"Why don't you go watch PJ Patrol, sweets," Osamu tries to suggest but she scoffs in offense.
"It's PJ Masks Dada. An' Paw Patrol." Finally out of patience with her father and uncle she strides out of the kitchen giving Osamu a chance to exhale in relief.
Atsumu can barely breathe between laughs as he rubs his shin.
"These kids are gonna kill me," Osamu mutters, trying to finish his lunch before his twin infants wake up.
"You can--" Atsumu gasps on the edge of hysterics, "you can always tell the boys--when they get older--that if they don't behave--" he clutches his sides, "--that there's is gonna fall off like hers."
Osamu glowers at his brother. "Fer the sake of humanity, I pray ya don't have kids."
ellewords:
request from anon : So can you maybe do how Suna, Kuroo and if you would like someone on your choice compares the reader ( their best friend) to another girl but the reader loves the boys ( and actually wanted to confess to them)
fic notes / warnings : kuroo, suna + gn!reader, swearing in kuroo’s, angst, drabbles, wc: ~0.5k each
from elle ! no thoughts, only pain ;-; y'all this is just pure angst idk what else to say but i do hope you like reading this despite the pain <//3 reblogs are appreciated, they help a ton <3
there’s always been a sense of awareness within yourself that, perhaps, you weren’t the most extraordinary person in the world. you’ve come across several people far more attractive, kind, courageous, intelligent, or fashionable than you are. for most of your life, you’ve never really let that bother you, simply accepting it as a part of life. no one will ever be good enough for anyone, especially not themselves.
but gosh, would it kill him to stop rubbing it in your face every chance he could get? you know. you know more than anyone how you could never compare. it’s always “michi is so attractive”, “yori is so kind”, “kazuo is so smart”, “why can’t you be more like them?” when is it going to be your turn? when will it be “yn, you’re all these amazing qualities”?
to make matters worse, these words come from the man who had stolen your heart. for your own sake, maybe it was time to finally do something about it.
❥ kuroo t.
the second you caught sight of kuroo making his way towards you, the exact dopey grin that made you fall for him in the first place plastered on his features, you immediately turn the other way. this had been the routine for the past few days and truth be told you were getting antsier by the minute. at the end of it all, he was — and still is — your closest friend. ignoring him was never something you thought you’d ever end up doing. still, you furrow your brows and push the lingering feeling of longing in your veins. you wanted him to feel your absence.
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"I don't wanna do this, 'Toshi."
Ushijima's reflection meets your eye in the mirror as he adjusts his tie. "You don't?" When you shake your head he turns and comes to you with a frown. "I thought you were excited about the gala?"
"I was, I just..." You shrug, wrapping your arms around yourself. "I don't know. Now that it's actually here I'm overwhelmed. I don't think I can handle being around all those people tonight."
"Then we won't go."
"What?" You look up. "But you-"
"Care more about you than these kind of events," he replies pulling you against his chest.
"But we got this dress for-"
"You to wear and you're wearing it." He rests his cheek on the top of your head waiting for the next argument.
You half-whimper, half-groan. "I shouldn't have said anything. Come on, teddy bear. Let's just go." You hug him and drag him by the hand to the door.
You stare out the window and sigh to yourself as Ushijima drives through the city.
His soft music and cautious driving are enough to lull you to sleep, head resting against the glass.
"Sweetheart?" Wakatoshi's gentle voice pulls you from sleep and you yawn.
"Sorry 'Toshi, I didn't mean...to..." the words fall away as you look around. "Wait. This isn't the gala..."
It's a parking garage. Plain and unrevealing.
"No. It's not." Ushijima gives a small smile at your surprise. "Come on."
He comes around and helps you out of the car, the hem of your dress spilling over your heels. You're confused but smile and let him lead you down the row of cars.
Before you reach the elevator he asks "will you close your eyes?"
With a quirked brow you give him one last look before covering your eyes. He goes slowly, guiding your steps onto the elevator and supporting you as it ascends.
"Can I look now?" you whisper.
You can hear the smile in his voice when he says "not yet."
When the elevator dings a warm din surrounds you; Ushijima leads you out.
"Table for Ushijima." His low voice sends a ripple of anticipation through you. As the host prompts you to follow them, Ushijima leans to your ear and whispers "now you can look."
You gasp.
Low light pools around small tables in the intimate, elegant restaurant with a view of Tokyo.
Ushijima does his best to contain his satisfaction at your awe; he takes your hand and the two of you wind through the other couples to a table by the glass wall.
When you're seated and alone you meet Wakatoshi's eye over the table. "You didn't have to do this, you know."
"I know." He smiles, eyes sparkling in the low light. "I wanted to."
