I Would Sometimes Dream Of Being A Fictional Characters Wife And When My Mom Wakes Me Up, I Purposely

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MULTI CHARACTER:

pictures please; fem reader 🍓

drunk texts; fem reader 🍓

goth gf; fem reader 🍓

krbk finding out ur pregnant; fem reader 🍓

nipple piercings; fem reader 🍓

krbk with ur pregnancy; fem reader 🍓

accidental nudes; fem reader 🍓

kiss?; fem reader 🍓

attention please; fem reader 🍓

babies; fem reader 🍓

pocky challenge; fem reader 🍓

unwanted attention; fem reader 🍓

naughty pics; fem reader 🍓

bare minimum; fem reader 🍓

christmas special; fem reader 🍓

insecurities; fem reader 🍓

social anxiety; fem reader 🍓

(girls) big titty gf; fem reader 🍓

(guys) big titty gf; fem reader 🍓

KATSUKI BAKUGOU:

bf texts; fem reader 🍓

SHOUTA AIZAWA:

bf texts; fem reader 🍓

SHOTO TODOROKI:

bf texts; fem reader 🍓

IZUKU MIDORIYA:

bf texts; fem reader 🍓

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it’s not a sin to be a child ☁️

thinking about katsuki being obsessed with your tits it's like his own stressballs he would be ranting about his day while you are lying on his chest hands to your breast fondling them and squeezing all his anger out

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It’s like therapy for him. He just has his eyes closed as he lets the words flow from his mouth and your flesh squish in his hand. He honestly looks forward to it when he comes home.

The first time it happened he wasn’t thinking about it. You were sitting in bed, him up against the headboard with you leaning your back against his chest while you typed on your computer. His hands were rested on your stomach, his fingers playing with your shirt.

He was ranting about his agency and how they wouldn’t give him a break. He was so irritated and angry. As he kept talking his hands slowly crept up and soon were cupping your breast’s. He kept talking and talking and soon just was squeezing away.

You didn’t say anything at first, not really caring. But eventually he started getting more aggressive and squeezes too hard, making you jump and wince.

“Katsuki, if you’re gonna squeeze them be gentle,” you say, turning your head a few degrees to look over your shoulder before going back to your work.

He pauses in his sentence, now noticing the flesh in his hands, your hard nipples poking his fingers. He didn’t really know what to do, so he left them there and continued talking, eventually starting to squeeze the flesh again, and he realized how much he enjoys it.

Now later on, he’s gotten more into the habit and you’ve noticed how it helps as he talks. Plus you don’t mind, it’s not sexual, it’s just for comfort.

As he keeps doing it more and more, even when he’s not necessarily talking, he’ll just lay on your chest when a hand on each tit. He won’t talk, he just needs them in his hands and lets it all out that way, even if he’s too tired to talk.

Sometimes, if he can’t necessarily put it into words what’s upsetting him, or he doesn’t get time or gets home let, he’ll do it in his sleep. It’s grown to be a real action to comfort him. In his sleep, he’ll just scoot close and unconsciously hold them in his hands, and it helps him sleep.

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I'm certain that just one "good girl" from Nanami Kento, would fix 95% of my problems.

“What? You’re married? And you’re a dad?”

Yuji finds out that 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 has a family. — same au as this ♡

Yuji Itadori wanted to know more about the world’s strongest sorcerer, who he was lucky enough to have as his teacher.

The two of them walked along the sidewalk peacefully after completing a bit of training.

As Yuji devoured his blue popsicle, his wide eyes stared at the side of his teacher’s face.

Despite the black blindfold covering his ocean blue eyes, Gojo could feel his student’s eyes on him for two minutes straight.

“I’m surprised you haven’t bumped into something yet,” Gojo spoke up, breaking the silence as he smiled slightly. “Why are you staring at me? Something on my face?”

“No, I just had a question I wanted to ask you — can I?” Yuji tilted his head a bit.

“Don’t be silly, of course you can. What is it?”

“There’s a ring on your finger.”

Gojo was silent for a moment, but his amused grin widened. Eventually, he said, “that’s not a question, Yuji.”

“I know, I know, I just . . .” Yuji hesitated. After all, discussing such a personal topic with someone as superior as Satoru Gojo could have been disrespectful. Even so, he took his chances anyway. “Are you married?”

“I am.”

“Really?” Yuji smiled excitedly. He tossed his discolored popsicle stick in a nearby trashcan, and continued his late afternoon stroll with Gojo.

“Yeah, I’ve been married for eight years. Our anniversary is coming up pretty soon, actually. Think I’ll plan some sort of trip.”

“Wow, that’s really cool! Who are you married to? Do I know ‘em? What are they like?”

Due to his unwavering grin, Gojo felt a burning sensation in his light pink, blushed cheeks. Thinking about you had always resulted in him smiling so much, his face would hurt.

“You don’t know her, but Megumi does. Her name is Y/N, and she isn’t a sorcerer anymore, just an ordinary person who enjoys ordinary things, and I love that more than anything. Our daughter is-”

“What?” Yuji suddenly halted his footsteps.

“Hm? Something wrong?” Gojo questioned as he stopped walking, turning around to face the shocked boy.

“You have a daughter? Like an actual kid?” Yuji paused. “How come you never mentioned any of this before? How old is she? I wanna meet your family! Why have I never met them?”

“She‘s four,” Gojo laughed softly, and started to resume his walk along with Yuji. “Guess I had no idea you assumed I had no family, but it’s fine, you can meet them anytime you want. Wanna see a couple of pictures?”

“Yeah!” Flashing a bright smile, Yuji eagerly waited for Gojo to unlock his phone and scroll through his photos.

After only a couple of seconds — as it didn’t take the older man any time at all to find a photo of the two most beloved people in his life — Gojo handed his phone to Yuji, showing him a recent picture of the three of you hanging out at the park.

“Oh man, is that your wife? She’s really, really pretty, and your kid looks like the perfect combination of you both! Well, I guess that makes sense because you’re her parents, but it’s like fifty-fifty! She has your eyes, but Mrs. Gojo’s hair . . .” Yuji zoomed in and out of the photo as he rambled on, even taking it upon himself to search Gojo’s photos for even more pictures. “No way, is that Mrs. Gojo and Fushiguro? Fushiguro looks so young!”

“Yeah, he was around seven years old at the time. Me and Y/N were just dating then, but I knew I wanted to marry her. Best decision of my life.”

“When can I meet them?” Yuji asked, his brown eyes sparkling with hope.

“Why do you wanna meet them so badly?” Gojo reached out and grabbed his phone from Yuji, who had started to scroll a bit too far.

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” Smiling, Yuji paused. “You’re kinda like family to me now, I guess. So, I wanna meet the people you cherish the most, ‘cause I wanna cherish them too.”

Gojo didn’t say another word. Not to Yuji, at least. Instead, he hummed with satisfaction at his student’s kind words, and pulled out his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found yours.

“Hi, baby,” Gojo greeted you over the phone, “Would you mind if I bring a student of mine over for dinner? He really wants to meet you . . . he’s not allergic to anything . . . Okay . . . That works for us . . . Tell my muffin that I’ll be home soon . . . I love you more, bye sweetheart.”

“Okay, we-”

“Great! Which way is your house? Which way? Is it this way?” Yuji excitedly started to run off in no particular direction, and Gojo couldn’t help but laugh.

While Yuji said he simply wanted to cherish Gojo’s family, Gojo knew that it was a bit deeper than that. After all, as far as Yuji was concerned, he had no one. He craved the domestic nature of a loving family. He was all alone.

Once they made it to Gojo’s home, Yuji excitedly greeted you with a hug as if he had known you his entire life.

He adored your food, laughing and chatting at the dinner table.

He adored your home, carefully admiring your decorations and asking plenty of questions.

He was also kind enough to help out with the dishes, and play with dolls with your daughter afterwards, using silly voices as he truly got into the role.

And, later on, when he saw Gojo grab your grinning face and shower it with kisses, and his little girl happily run up to him as he picked her up, tickling her as she giggled, Yuji silently hoped that one day, he too would have a family just as loving.

But, he didn’t have to observe the happy family from a distance much longer, as, suddenly, you and Gojo waved the boy over, and wrapped your arms around him in a silly, loving, group hug.

And he felt loved.

— PART III —

this boy’s too young to be singing the blues.

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katsuki never really knew why he hated the rain as much as he did, it was like everytime it rained, his mood quickly turned sour as he went upstairs to his room, trying to distract himself from the gloomy weather that overtook the outside world.

he never knew why he hated it so bad, at least, not until now.

not until your unconscious body was tossed aside by shigaraki, like you were some piece of trash that he had to dispose of in order to fully gain the power he desired.

the boy was already on the ground, slipping in and out of consciousness when he turned on his side, seeing you lying there with your eyes closed. bruises and bloody cuts littered your face, your beautiful face. the rain hitting your body with soft taps, smudging every liquid covering your face. all he wanted to do in that moment, where he couldn’t move his body more than a couple inches, was to touch your face, hold it in his hands and whisper to you how everything would be okay. how izuku would make everything okay.

his hand never fully made its’ way to your face before it fell onto your body, the boy being rendered fully unconscious as one of his forearms rested on your collarbone, so close and yet so far at the same time.

katsuki now had a reason to truly hate the rain.

THE CURSE AND THE CROWN

“You think you can tame me, little princess?” “I’m not here to tame you. I’m here to survive.”

pairing: Sukuna x fem reader

synopsis: In a kingdom ravaged by cursed magic, political intrigue, and the threat of war, Ynara, heir to the throne of Eryndor, must navigate treachery both within her court and beyond its borders. Her people look to her for salvation, but with enemies at every turn, they doubt her ability to rule. Desperate, her advisors make a fateful decision: to bind the notorious King of Curses, Sukuna, to her side as her personal guard.

Feared by all, Sukuna's unyielding power and notorious past make him a dangerous ally. As Ynara and Sukuna are forced into an uneasy alliance, they uncover deeper conspiracies that threaten not just their lives, but the very heart of the kingdom. As they navigate betrayal, forbidden power, and their growing connection, both must decide how much they’re willing to sacrifice to save the world—and each other.

tags/warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut (eventually), violence, dark themes, strong language, complex character dynamics, political intrigue, enemies to lovers, slow burn, forced proximity, forbidden romance, unlikely alliances, Sukuna being Sukuna, more will be added as the story progresses.

a/n: "If it's x reader then why does she have a name" Because I really don't like writing Y/N every time I'm referring to her. I chose a name that has 'YN' at the beginning so that I'm not ripping my hair out. I saw a lot of different meanings for the name but the one I'm going with is 'noble' because it fits the story. It's just as much of a placeholder as Y/N, just. Done in my own way!

ao3 | playlist

➵ 001. The Weight of the Crown

➵ 002. Bound by Chains

➵ 003. TBN

➵ 004. TBN

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