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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Summary: Is Toji jealous of a helpless baby? Oh, he absolute is!

Warnings: Fluff

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“Isn’t he the cutest?” You gush as Megumi yawns. Toji clicks his tongue. He’s cuter– Plus, he has teeth. The stupid baby doesn’t even have a way to chew food. “You look just like your daddy, oh my…”

“You got that right!” Toji agrees, making a chuckle leave your lips. You were afraid that once the baby came along Toji would act weird, but no. He’s still an overgrown child when it comes to you; Toji isn’t willing to share you with anyone, not even his own son.

Megumi begins to cry, getting fussy as his drowsiness gets the best of him. Would he really be a baby if he didn’t cry for everything? His eyes are getting heavy, and he doesn’t know what happens when they close, of course he’s scared.

“He didn’t get the crybaby part from me though.” Toji quickly defends himself, making you click your tongue. It’s odd to watch your husband compete with a baby, but did you expect less?

“Toji he’s a baby!” You remind him, but that doesn’t impress him. You end up sighing, handing the crying baby to your husband. Megumi isn’t only your son, but his as well. Toji can bear some of the responsibilities. “Put him to sleep, I’m going to take a shower.”

“But–” Toji begins, but he can’t finish protesting before he’s carrying a chunky baby. Megumi was born so small, but at four months, the baby is nearly 17 pounds. His little cheeks are so round and kissable now, something that the man would never admit outloud.

Toji sneaks one of those kisses on the cheek before telling Megumi, “I can pretend to stop hating you now that we’re alone.”

Toji puts the baby on his chest, hand caressing his small back. Something that works charms with the baby. Toji smells the small amount of hair on his head, kissing him again. “You know I just do that because I want your mommy’s attention.”

The crying dies down, sleep getting the best of the baby. He can fight it and fight it, but that’s the one thing that will always win: sleep. He’s just like Toji in that sense too. 

“I love you, Megumi.” Toji says, eyes glimmering at the small baby. He lightly chuckles as he mutters, “You’re still not cuter than me though.”

What just happened!?! 😳 🤤

God damn 🚬, just realized it was so good that I posted it twice ❤️‍🔥😈❤️‍🔥

— SWEET TOOTH: portgas d. ace x reader

KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN: FACESITTING ᥫ cw: nsfw, facesitting, oral sex ᥫ wc: 1129 ★ erm . this prompt was meant for kiryu but i couldnt figure out how to do it, so we are getting ace instead yipee cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— ACE LIKED ALL SORTS OF FOOD.

[♡]: he wasn’t quite a picky eater at all and he was always willing to try new things. the things he wouldn’t eat were a small dwindle of a handful of things, but even then he’d eat the if they were prepared right. ace didn’t have preferences, well, that is except his sweet tooth for you.

WHEN ACE FIRST ASKED YOU TO SIT ON HIS FACE, he knew you were hesitant. For starters, you had never done this before. Though it was far from the first time Ace would eat you out, you couldn’t help but be nervous. Sure, you’ve heard couples doing these things but you never thought to actually try it. You weren’t quite sure how it went and all the more you were unsure how it would go. Despite being more or less willing to try all of Ace’s requests when it came to your sex life, every time he suggested something you couldn’t help but be just a bit nervous about it. It was natural to be wary of new things after all. But you trusted Ace, and really, sitting on his face seemed harmless enough.

“S’okay, baby, I can take it. Don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” he had said reassuringly with a cheeky grin. “‘Sides, I know you wouldn’t hurt me, yeah? I’ll tell ya if it’s too much.”

Still there was some hesitation on your part, but you agree regardless, admittedly a bit curious on how things would go. So there you were, Ace’s face lay directly beneath you while you sat on your knees above him. Looking down, you can see the way he eyes you hungrily, tracing over the space between your thighs with such intense want it makes you shiver and clench instinctively. He licks his lips in anticipation, big hands resting on either of your thighs, rubbing circles on your skin to calm you down.

Your lip quivers at the sight of him, the way his lips are slightly parted, the way the edge of his hot breath fans against your skin, the way his eyes aren’t even looking back at yours, just tunnel visioning on your sex, eager to taste it. You swallow nervously, waiting for Ace to move, to say something. But instead he stays still, he stays quiet. The only noise from him is his deep breathing, it sounds like he’s panting. And the only movement from him is the twitch of his fingers, the steady drum of them against your skin.

It takes a bit for it to click that he was waiting for you. The realization only set you a bit more on edge because you had been waiting for him. And really you thought that this proximity was enough, that Ace would meet you halfway. But you supposed you weren’t really sitting so much as you were somewhat awkwardly hovering over him. With mustered scraps of courage, your hands find support in the headboard of the bed as you shakily lower yourself, just slightly to test the waters and see how low you can actually get.

Ace’s breath hitches when you move, and you hear the soft sound of him squirming around beneath you. It’s enough to encourage you to go a bit lower, lower and lower until you feel his nose brush against you. You jolt at the sudden touch, a shiver running up your spine at the realization he was way nearer than you anticipated. You feel his fingers dig into your skin, his grip on you tightening in an almost desperate way.

“Baby…” Ace pleas, breathily, dreamily. His hands travel from the sides of your thighs to your hips.

Then suddenly, you’re pulled downward, strong hands pressing you flush against his face. He straight up moans at the contact, not wasting a second to start licking and sucking away at your warmth. It takes you a second to recover from your initial shock, the sudden electric shock that tingles all over your body when his tongue laps over your hole with gusto. You grip the headboard tighter, your body lurches forward that your head’s now against it too. Moans and whines leave your lips like prayer as Ace eats his heart out, making sure every inch of your sex is given the same attention from his tongue and his lips.

He eats you out messier than normal. There’s a slick, almost sticky feeling that runs against your thighs and his cheeks; you’re almost certain it was his spit. You moan as your thighs clench, trapping his head between them. Ace groans in response and his mouth moves faster, hungrier, like you had added more fuel to the fire. His hand stay on your hips, holding onto the for dear life. You whimper when you feel him nuzzle his face against you, his nose brushing against your skin.

“H-hah— Ace… W-wait, you— Need to b-breathe—” You rasp between pants and whines, finally finding the courage to look at his face.

He feels your thighs clench when his eyes meet your pretty, pleasured expression. You must’ve been taken aback from the sudden eye contact. Ace chuckles at the thought, you were such a cutie.

What he doesn’t realize is his chuckles, muffled by your weight, vibrate so nicely against you. You sit up-right at the feeling, unknowingly grinding your hips against him, chasing your own high. If you had the mind to conjure coherent thoughts, you might’ve noticed Ace’s lips briefly curl upwards into a sly smile before going back to eating you out. His hands begin to help guide your hips, rocking you steadily to the pace you set. God, that bastard.

“Clo-close—! Ace—” You moan in strangled cries as your cum, thighs pressing against each other, locking his head in place, body freezing up as waves of pleasure wash over you, eyes shut tightly in blissful release.

All the while, Ace laps up your release, his tongue working against the crevices of your entrance as his hands continue to slowly rock your hips against his face, letting your ride out your high. You whimper quietly as your body slowly relaxes, your hands finally letting go of the headboard. You tilt your head back to stare blankly at the ceiling, catching your breath and letting the final fleeting waves of pleasure wash away. 

There’s a short moment of almost complete silence before Ace hurriedly pats at your thigh. Dazily, you look down to meet his eyes, only to see his brows are furrowed and there’s this almost panicked look in his eyes. Only then do you realize Ace very much needed to breathe.

Quickly you hop off him and he instantly gasps for air. You lean over him, worried. You scan his face for any sign of discomfort, but you’re met with the aftermath of your orgasm, the entire bottom half of his face covered in his saliva and remnants of whatever cum he wasn’t able to swallow. Shyly, you lick your lips, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Ace, who bears a lopsided grin despite his heavy panting.

“Wasn’t so bad now was it, sugar?”

The struggle is real, but satisfying

— SWEET TOOTH: portgas d. ace x reader

KINKTOBER DAY SEVEN: FACESITTING ᥫ cw: nsfw, facesitting, oral sex ᥫ wc: 1129 ★ erm . this prompt was meant for kiryu but i couldnt figure out how to do it, so we are getting ace instead yipee cross posted on ao3 — MINORS DNI! —

— ACE LIKED ALL SORTS OF FOOD.

[♡]: he wasn’t quite a picky eater at all and he was always willing to try new things. the things he wouldn’t eat were a small dwindle of a handful of things, but even then he’d eat the if they were prepared right. ace didn’t have preferences, well, that is except his sweet tooth for you.

WHEN ACE FIRST ASKED YOU TO SIT ON HIS FACE, he knew you were hesitant. For starters, you had never done this before. Though it was far from the first time Ace would eat you out, you couldn’t help but be nervous. Sure, you’ve heard couples doing these things but you never thought to actually try it. You weren’t quite sure how it went and all the more you were unsure how it would go. Despite being more or less willing to try all of Ace’s requests when it came to your sex life, every time he suggested something you couldn’t help but be just a bit nervous about it. It was natural to be wary of new things after all. But you trusted Ace, and really, sitting on his face seemed harmless enough.

“S’okay, baby, I can take it. Don’t gotta worry ‘bout me,” he had said reassuringly with a cheeky grin. “‘Sides, I know you wouldn’t hurt me, yeah? I’ll tell ya if it’s too much.”

Still there was some hesitation on your part, but you agree regardless, admittedly a bit curious on how things would go. So there you were, Ace’s face lay directly beneath you while you sat on your knees above him. Looking down, you can see the way he eyes you hungrily, tracing over the space between your thighs with such intense want it makes you shiver and clench instinctively. He licks his lips in anticipation, big hands resting on either of your thighs, rubbing circles on your skin to calm you down.

Your lip quivers at the sight of him, the way his lips are slightly parted, the way the edge of his hot breath fans against your skin, the way his eyes aren’t even looking back at yours, just tunnel visioning on your sex, eager to taste it. You swallow nervously, waiting for Ace to move, to say something. But instead he stays still, he stays quiet. The only noise from him is his deep breathing, it sounds like he’s panting. And the only movement from him is the twitch of his fingers, the steady drum of them against your skin.

It takes a bit for it to click that he was waiting for you. The realization only set you a bit more on edge because you had been waiting for him. And really you thought that this proximity was enough, that Ace would meet you halfway. But you supposed you weren’t really sitting so much as you were somewhat awkwardly hovering over him. With mustered scraps of courage, your hands find support in the headboard of the bed as you shakily lower yourself, just slightly to test the waters and see how low you can actually get.

Ace’s breath hitches when you move, and you hear the soft sound of him squirming around beneath you. It’s enough to encourage you to go a bit lower, lower and lower until you feel his nose brush against you. You jolt at the sudden touch, a shiver running up your spine at the realization he was way nearer than you anticipated. You feel his fingers dig into your skin, his grip on you tightening in an almost desperate way.

“Baby…” Ace pleas, breathily, dreamily. His hands travel from the sides of your thighs to your hips.

Then suddenly, you’re pulled downward, strong hands pressing you flush against his face. He straight up moans at the contact, not wasting a second to start licking and sucking away at your warmth. It takes you a second to recover from your initial shock, the sudden electric shock that tingles all over your body when his tongue laps over your hole with gusto. You grip the headboard tighter, your body lurches forward that your head’s now against it too. Moans and whines leave your lips like prayer as Ace eats his heart out, making sure every inch of your sex is given the same attention from his tongue and his lips.

He eats you out messier than normal. There’s a slick, almost sticky feeling that runs against your thighs and his cheeks; you’re almost certain it was his spit. You moan as your thighs clench, trapping his head between them. Ace groans in response and his mouth moves faster, hungrier, like you had added more fuel to the fire. His hand stay on your hips, holding onto the for dear life. You whimper when you feel him nuzzle his face against you, his nose brushing against your skin.

“H-hah— Ace… W-wait, you— Need to b-breathe—” You rasp between pants and whines, finally finding the courage to look at his face.

He feels your thighs clench when his eyes meet your pretty, pleasured expression. You must’ve been taken aback from the sudden eye contact. Ace chuckles at the thought, you were such a cutie.

What he doesn’t realize is his chuckles, muffled by your weight, vibrate so nicely against you. You sit up-right at the feeling, unknowingly grinding your hips against him, chasing your own high. If you had the mind to conjure coherent thoughts, you might’ve noticed Ace’s lips briefly curl upwards into a sly smile before going back to eating you out. His hands begin to help guide your hips, rocking you steadily to the pace you set. God, that bastard.

“Clo-close—! Ace—” You moan in strangled cries as your cum, thighs pressing against each other, locking his head in place, body freezing up as waves of pleasure wash over you, eyes shut tightly in blissful release.

All the while, Ace laps up your release, his tongue working against the crevices of your entrance as his hands continue to slowly rock your hips against his face, letting your ride out your high. You whimper quietly as your body slowly relaxes, your hands finally letting go of the headboard. You tilt your head back to stare blankly at the ceiling, catching your breath and letting the final fleeting waves of pleasure wash away. 

There’s a short moment of almost complete silence before Ace hurriedly pats at your thigh. Dazily, you look down to meet his eyes, only to see his brows are furrowed and there’s this almost panicked look in his eyes. Only then do you realize Ace very much needed to breathe.

Quickly you hop off him and he instantly gasps for air. You lean over him, worried. You scan his face for any sign of discomfort, but you’re met with the aftermath of your orgasm, the entire bottom half of his face covered in his saliva and remnants of whatever cum he wasn’t able to swallow. Shyly, you lick your lips, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Ace, who bears a lopsided grin despite his heavy panting.

“Wasn’t so bad now was it, sugar?”

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synopsis; when you call them by their first name. (pre-relationship)

ft; f.megumi, i.yuji, g.satoru, n.kento.

tags; jjk x reader, gn!reader, fluff, ooc, cringe.

ꗃ f.megumi

the clock ticked softly in the background as you sat across from megumi, a stack of textbooks between you. the dim light of the desk lamp cast a warm glow over the room, the atmosphere quiet except for the occasional scratch of pens on paper.

"oi megumi," you called softly, nudging your mug toward him. "could you get me a refill? just a little bit of coffee."

megumi barely looked up from his notes. "sure, give me a second." he reached for the mug without thinking, but then his hand froze midair. slowly, he turned to you, eyes narrowing slightly.

"what did you just call me?"

you blinked. "megumi...?"

his face betrayed a faint hint of surprise, though he quickly schooled his expression into neutrality. "you never call me by my first name."

"so?" you asked, feigning indifference, but the subtle twitch of your lips gave you away.

he stared at you for a moment longer before letting out a quiet huff. "fine. i'll get your coffee."

you smirked as he walked away, noticing the slight redness in his ears. when he returned and handed you the mug, he muttered under his breath, "if you're going to call me that, at least don't say it so casually."

"why?" you teased, taking a sip of the coffee. "does it bother you, megumi?"

his glare was unconvincing, the pink flush on his cheeks making it impossible to take him seriously. "just shut up and study."

ꗃ i.yuji

the cinema was buzzing with excitement, fans eagerly lining up to catch the latest blockbuster. you and yuji stood at the counter, debating which snacks to get.

"you sure you don't want popcorn?" he asked, holding up an absurdly large bucket.

"i'll just steal some of yours, yuji." you replied casually, scanning the drink options.

he froze, his eyes widening as he slowly turned to face you. "wait… did you just call me yuji?"

"yeah? that's your name, isn't it?" you replied, glancing up in confusion.

his face broke into the biggest grin you'd ever seen. "you never call me that! you always just say 'itadori' or something!"

"it's not that big of a deal," you mumbled, slightly flustered at how happy he looked.

"it is to me!" he said earnestly, clutching the popcorn bucket like it was a trophy. "you have no idea how cool that sounded. say it again!"

you rolled your eyes, though your cheeks warmed. "c'mon, yuji, let's grab our seats before the movie starts."

"twice in one night!" he exclaimed, trailing after you with an excited bounce in his step. "best day ever!"

ꗃ n.kento

you were used to quiet moments like these, sitting across from kento in the break room as you both sipped tea. he preferred these moments of calm over the usual chaos of the day. it was peaceful—until you broke the silence.

"kento, can you pass me the sugar?" you asked, your voice as soft as the clink of your cup on the table.

kento froze, his hand hovering above his own mug. slowly, his eyes flicked toward you, eyebrows slightly raised in surprise. "what... did you just say?"

you blinked at him, unsure what the fuss was about. "kento. that's your name, isn't it?"

he sat straighter, visibly taken aback. "yes, but you've never called me that before."

you shrugged, a faint smirk tugging at your lips. "i felt like trying it out. don't you like it?"

he opened his mouth to respond but quickly closed it again, his expression carefully neutral. despite his best efforts, a slight pink hue crept up his neck. "it's... fine. just unexpected."

you couldn't resist teasing him further. "you're blushing."

"i am not," he said firmly, though his voice wavered ever so slightly.

"sure you aren't," you replied with a chuckle, leaning back in your chair.

kento cleared his throat, determined to regain his composure. "if you're going to use my first name, at least don't make it sound weird."

"noted, kento," you said, emphasizing his name.

he sighed, adjusting his tie with a faint grumble. "somehow, i doubt you'll take that seriously."

ꗃ g.satoru

the jujutsu high campus was unusually quiet for once. you sat cross-legged on the grass, trying to enjoy the rare peace, but satoru had other plans.

"oi, what are you doing all the way over here?" his unmistakable voice called out before he plopped himself down next to you without invitation.

you sighed, already anticipating the chaos. "nothing, satoru."

he blinked, pausing mid-sentence as if your words had caught him off guard. "wait, hold on. did you just call me satoru?"

you raised an eyebrow. "since when is that a problem?"

his signature grin spread across his face, his sunglasses glinting in the sunlight. "aw, you're getting all cozy with me now, huh? first-name basis and everything!"

you rolled your eyes. "it's just a name. you're overreacting, moron."

"but it's kinda weird," he teased, leaning in dramatically as if to inspect you. "you're always so serious and proper. this is huge!"

"satoru," you deadpanned, "stop acting like a child."

"see? there it is again!" he clutched his chest as if you'd struck him with a love arrow. "hearing you say my name is like music to my ears. say it again."

"no."

"say it, and i'll buy you that fancy coffee you like."

you shot him a skeptical glance but couldn't hide the faint twitch of your lips. "satoru."

he gasped, clasping his hands together in mock joy. "ah, perfection! my name has never sounded so good!"

"are you done?" you asked, standing up to leave.

"not even close," he replied, springing to his feet and trailing after you like a shadow. "now, should i start calling you by your first name too? or do you prefer some cute nickname—"

you groaned, walking faster. "why did i even bother?"

behind you, satoru chuckled, clearly enjoying every second. "because you secretly like me, obviously!"

a/n; my favorite is gumi. he was such a blast to write. (i was kicking my feet and giggling like a maniac) sry it took me so long though, i kinda lost my motivation for a bit smh.

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tags; gn!reader, reader x i.yuji, hawk hybrid!reader, x falconet hybrid!i.yuji, fluff, short drabble.

the jungle night was cold and silent, the damp air clinging to every branch. you perched high in the trees, watching the faint outlines of leaves sway in the darkness. it was peaceful—until you heard a soft voice below.

"cold… so cold…"

you looked down to see yuji, a small falconet on a lower branch, his small body curled up tight. his tiny wings weren't enough to keep the chill away, and he was shivering. you sighed. he was hopeless in weather like this.

silently, you spread your wings and glided down to him. landing softly on his branch without making a sound, you folded your wings neatly before looking at him.

"[l/n]?" he asked, teeth chattering. "what are you—"

before he could finish, you draped one of your larger wings over him, wrapping it around his trembling form. his eyes widened, and he blinked up at you, surprised by the sudden warmth.

"you'll freeze if you stay like that, idiot." you said bluntly, looking away as if it wasn't a big deal.

yuji stared at you for a moment before a wide grin spread across his face. "you're so nice, [l/n]. i didn't think—"

"shut up," you interrupted, your voice sharp, but the faint pink blush on your face betrayed you.

he laughed softly and leaned closer, his shivering slowly fading. his small frame fit neatly under your wing, and he rested his head against your side. "i knew you had a soft side." he murmured, sleep already pulling at his voice.

you rolled your eyes but didn't push him away. "and you're annoying," you muttered under your breath, though the faintest smile tugged at your lips as he drifted off.

who could blame you? yuji was just too cute, especially with his relaxed expression pressed against your feathers like this.

a/n; after finishin most of the jjk chaps, i know my sweet little pookie has been through sm. yuji truly deserves the best of everything. remember gege remember when i catch u

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—————✧ recent work; hawk hybrid!reader x falconet hybrid!i.yuji.

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:: separate

ꗃ itadori yuji;

quiet night, warm hearts | hawk hybrid!reader x falconet hybrid!i.yuji, fluff.

ꗃ f.megumi;

sleepyhead | f.megumi x gn!reader, fluff.

ꗃ i.toge;

ꗃ o.yuta;

ꗃ k.noritoshi;

siblings bond | k.noritoshi's younger sister!reader hc, fluff.

ꗃ k.choso;

ꗃ h.hiromi;

:: multiples

call them by first name (pre-relationship) | f.megumi, i.yuji, g.satoru, n.kento.

© sleepy-owletz works. reposting or translating without permission will be considered theft.

Tags; k. noritoshi x reader (platonic), fem!reader, k. noritoshi's sister!reader, fluff, sibling dynamics, headcanon.

despite being noritoshi’s younger sister, you couldn’t be more different. while noritoshi is stoic, serious, and reserved, you’re the complete opposite: carefree, goofy and full of energy.

because of his serious demeanor, you find endless amusement in teasing noritoshi. whether it’s calling him "mr. serious" or throwing in dark jokes that fly over his head, you can’t help but nudge him out of his stoic state.

he finds it annoying flustered when mai explains your teasing, then knocks you on the head. hard enough to leave a bump.

you like calling him "nori", it's a cute and lovely nickname for him, or at least you think so.

imagine being in the middle of a fight, yelling, "nori, watch out!", he'd dodge the attack, of course, but not without flashing you a sharp glare; tho he didn’t bother fully opening his eyes.

over time, he’d grow used to the nickname, eventually sighing in mild exasperation every time you said it.

at that point, noritoshi knows there’s no winning against you lol

since you’re the one who annoys noritoshi the most, it’s no surprise that he makes you pay the price by pushing you through his training sessions. (spoiler: hard as hell.)

if you ask him the reason, he'd probably say something like: "because you’re annoying. end of discussion."

while he might complain about your antics or lecture you like a strict father figure, his actions always speak louder than his words.

noritoshi is fiercely protective and surprisingly caring when it comes to you.

whether it’s shielding you in battle, ensuring you eat properly, or silently leaving a warm drink by your side on stressful nights, noritoshi shows his love in his own subtle, responsible way.

he’ll stand between you and any danger, even if you insist you can handle it yourself.

no doubt noritoshi (aka your big brother), will brew you some of the "family-traditional-tea" just the way you like it. It’s the perfect companion for a night study session, with the warm, calming aroma filling the air as you both dive into your books.

in return, you’re the only one who really notices when noritoshi is exhausted or stressed.

you’re relentless: poking his cheeks or ruffling his hair whenever you get the chance. despite his height, you usually find a way to pull him down, making him endure your playful attempts to lighten his mood.

saying: "can’t you just say something nice instead of treating me like a stress ball?", but deep down, noritoshi finds comfort and warmth simply in your presence.

by the way, your brother is secretly a skilled cook.

and you're not.

every time you step into the kitchen, chaos follows. sometimes you end up throwing flour at him for fun, claiming you’re baking the sweetest chocolate cookies just for him. (they always turn out burnt, somehow)

bonus: if todo ever decides to mess with you someday, don’t worry. just run behind noritoshi’s back, and you’re safe.

he got you covered, standing firm like a shield. (ily)

a/n;. wrote this because i lost a bet with my bff. took me a few weeks. sorry this was short bcs i was sick af. see u later.♡ (if i can)

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╰➤ ❝i tried to find my identity, but all i found were the shadows of who they wanted me to be.❞

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-# headcanons, drabbles, scenarios, incorrect quotes, and au.

╰➤ ❝the more i try to fit in, the more i realize i was never meant to be anything at all.❞

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Tags; gn!reader, f.megumi x reader, fluff, short drabble.

"oi, wake up."

a voice broke through the haze of your barely-conscious mind. you groaned and buried your face deeper into the pillow, mumbling, "five more minute."

"no. training starts in twenty," came his calm yet resolute reply, paired with a firm hand gently shaking your shoulder.

you cracked an eye open, meeting megumi's sharp, sky-blue gaze. "who in their right mind can function on four hours of sleep?" you muttered, your brows knitting together in protest.

"you, apparently," he replied dryly. "get up, or gojo will personally carry you there and we both know how that'll end."

that thought sent a chill down your spine. with a defeated sigh, you sat up, messy hair sticking out in every direction. "fine, but only because i don't want gojo-sensei making me a public spectacle again."

megumi handed you a water bottle, his expression softening slightly. "next time, go to bed earlier."

you shot him a tired grin. "next time, don't let me study until 2 am."

he rolled his eyes but didn't argue as he turned to leave your room. "hurry up. i'm not covering for you if you're late."

"yeah, yeah," you mumbled, dragging yourself toward your uniform. as you caught a glimpse of him leaving, you noticed the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

Maybe waking up wasn't so bad after all.

a/n; since i have a bad af sleep schedule, so is y/n's. (Its fair tho). But dont forget to take care of yourself, unlike them here. Sleep well yall

© sleepy-owletz works. reposting or translating without permission will be considered theft.

I love this goober's music so fudging much AHHHH <3

Currently there's a song which make me feel so shifty that I want to cry. A simple one but each time I listen to it I feel so me. And after I want to cry because I miss all of them, especially him.

I don't have to write their names, if I do I will sob. I think fictionfolks can understand that feeling, that empty space. Ce manque.

Vous me manquez.

seleste's introcution

beware this scrafty bite the rich and spit out poison

Wesh la zone.

You can call me Seleste or Sel for short. I'm an adult of twenty-two (22) years old. I'm bi, ace and genderfluid. I use they/them pronoun. I'm french, alors parfois j'écrirai en français juste pour le plaisir et surtout les insultes, but don't worry my texts will still be understantable.

I'm new on tumblr, I don't really know the community and how it works but since I started reading some blogs I find it cool.

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I'm alterhuman, a psychological one, and I will mostly talk about my own experiences and the community, specialy the french one and the differences I can notice between it and the anglophone one.

I'm otherkin, fictionkin and otherhearted. I'm also OCkin however I don't like using this label so I just say fictionkin.

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My main kin is Scrafty, a Pokemon from the fifth (5th) generation (Black and White), you will read about it often on my blog.

But I'm also a werewolf and Twilight Sparkle. Yeah that's very special, I promise I'm as serious as I'm weird lol.

I have a fourth kin, one of my own OCs named Tarek Zadran. For the moment I'm still in deny, but when I'll be ready I'll write about him.

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This blog is safe for everyone, every non-human, every kin, every systems, every queer, bref everypony, just be kind and respectful, don't be an ass.

I hope you will enjoy my blog !

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