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was chatting with a guy in the jjk community via dms, about an 20 min deep into a powerscaling convo he suddenly goes, âwait are you a guy too?â ⌠i said nope, iâm a girl, nah itâs cool đ (bc he apologised for assuming) â carried on discussing kashimo vs hakari like nothing happened
just saw your response to if naoya would cheat on his wife and UGH I HATE HIM SM (i love him) youâre always so spot on tho i love it
i like to think that because of that mindset heâd be the type to protect her honour if anyone in the clan says about her (maybe she fights back too much, âtoo argumentative for a womenâ, dresses immodest) obviously mostly because an insult to her (by someone other than himself) is an insult to him, but still
thank you anon :) i completely agree with you ! he is the type to have that toxic âno one gets to bully you except meâ mindset.đ¤Śââď¸
plus, if you look at his appearance, naoya is definitely rebellious to a shallow degree just to spite his family (the piercings, the dyed hair) i think heâd unconsciously enjoy having a wife who doesnât perfectly fit the zenâin mold either. i started a draft back in april with a super similar concept that i didn't think iâd ever finish... but your message inspired me to dust it off, bug here you go !!
difficult to fathom, is it not? the prospect that amidst the caustic vitriol of your in-laws, your husband, NAOYA ZENâIN, would actually deign to intervene on your behalf.
trapped at the epicenter of the drawing room, you remain besieged by a circle of the clanâs elder women as they take turns dissecting your shortcomings as a wife, lamenting the deficiencies of your upbringing. their eyes dart accusingly toward the tea set, where you had mistakenly offered bancha in place of the refined gyokuro. head bowed, you stand frozen, their collective disdain drawing a tear down your cheek.
then, the shoji screen is wrenched open, sliding with such violent force it nearly leaps from its tracks. your husband saunters in, his arrival instantly chilling the atmosphere. naoya does not acknowledge you; instead, he casts a glance of profound boredom toward the assembly.
âgod, you people are loud,â he drawls, voice tinged with that trademark kansai inflection. âitâs just some damn tea leaves. if i wanted my wifeâs education to be overseen by a bunch of senile hags, i would have asked.â
one of his aunts attempts a protest, to which naoya silences with an ominous raised palm. âsheâs an airhead, sure, but she is my wife. to disparage her is to suggest that iâfuture headâam incapable of managing my own property. now, shoo. all of you.â
his âdefending of your honourâ is just as nasty as the slights he countered, yet it proves quite effective; the women, flushed with indignation but unwilling to provoke the heir, file out in silence. the moment the shoji clicks shut, however, your knight in shining armour whirls on you, irate.
âwhat the hell was that?â he hisses, âyouâve got plenty of mouth when youâre talking back to me, but the second these bitches start picking on you, you just take it?â
you blink at him, baffled. youâd expected him to be worked up about the previous incidentâfinishing what his aunts started regarding those stupid tea leaves. itâs disorienting; your husband is cruel and demeaning often enough, but he rarely yells at you like this. a vein pulses in his neck as he scowls down at you, his nose scrunched in annoyance.
ânow get this through your thick skull: iâm the only one allowed to give you a hard time. if anyone else tries that, you either grow a spine or you tell me. got it?â in his irritation, naoya seems to have forgotten the âsubmissive wifeâ rhetoric he so fervently preaches, far too incensed by your passivity. though the sudden pivot from his usual tyranny to this protective rage isnât entirely unpleasant, you suppose. he notices the fresh tears rolling down your cheeks and pauses, reaching out to brush one away with his thumb. realising the lapse, naoya immediately compensates by flicking your forehead.
âouch,â you sniffle, nursing the stinging spot on your forehead.
âserves you right for being a doormat,â though you notice that the sharpness has worn off his tone, replaced by something marginally softer.
âwell maybe they didnât have a stick up their asses all the time, iâd have the energy to deal with them.â you know he wonât mind the jab to his kin; loathing the rest of the zenâin is, after all, your primary form of bonding. a dry chuckle escapes him, and he cups your face with both handsâa gesture that is affectionate as it is possessive.
âhuh. i dare you to say that to their faces next time, mouthy brat.â
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18+ mdni | as soon as the words left your lipsâthat you wanted to start a familyâchoso was all in.
for choso, his existence had always been defined by his role as the eldest brother, the steadfast pillar for his nine siblings. knowing the true gravity of being an onii-chan, the prospect of raising little ones with you felt like nothing short of a sacred calling. already a patriarch in his own right, he was more than ready to pour that same devotion into the life the two of you were building together.
an undignified squawk escaped you as he swept you off your feet. one arm locked firmly around your upper back, the other hooked behind your knees.
âohmygodâchoso, what are you doing!?â
pausing in front of the bedroom door, choso tilted his head, innocent brown eyes blinking down at you.
âyou said you wanted a family,â he pointed out, solemn-faced yet gentle. âisnât this how we start?â
it was a literal interpretation of your words, though you found it impossible to argue. not that youâd ever refuse a few cream pies from your dear husband.
the hours that followed were more than satisfying. as the night wore on, it became clear that his dedication to the task was absolute. possessing unnatural stamina, choso utilised his ability to manipulate the flow of his own blood, keeping his cock hard inside you for as long as he pleased. he took pleasure in milking himself dry, surge after surge of heat filling your womb until he was effectively shooting blanks, yet he still refused to soften, choosing instead to plug everything inside. dozing off in his arms, you were stretched, stuffed full the entire night.
if you are gonna steal that "choso using his technique to keep his cock hard" idea and reheat it, at least give credits. i'm not even trying to hate but i think it's plain disrespectful.
i hardly even read choso fics, i genuinely donât know who im supposed to credit bc iâve never read anything like thatđ
also isnât his cursed technique blood manipulation
jackie ! do you have any memorisation and study tips? i just started my law and economics electives and i really want to get ahead. thank you, and hope youâre well âĄ
oh congrats on starting your electives! thatâs a huge step, âm so happy for you !! iâm doing well, thank you, hope youâre taking care of yourself too !
here are a few old asks iâve answered regarding studying & tips : 01 02
for law specifically, the memorisation load might be a lil overwhelming at first bc you really do need to know the provisions, articles, & sentencing guidelines almost word-for-word 𼲠what works best for me is prolly old school, i write everything out by hand, over and over again (not in a single setting ofc). iâve heard that handwriting enhances memory retention compared with typing??
pace your handwriting sessions so your wrists donât give out, and give yourself grace.
oh and another thing that helps me get ahead is trying to understand the rationale behind the law before trying to memorise the raw text. if you can understand why a specific statute exists/ the societal problem itâs trying to regulate, remembering the actual phrasing and numbers becomes a lot easier because it fits into a logical story rather than being random Numbers & words.
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hi mâam, hope youâre doing well these days and reminding to take care of yourself, I donât have anything useful to talk about right now, just wanted to check on you and make sure my favorite writer is well, itâs been a while since we met and since then youâre still my favorite writer
love you, I hope youâre having fun everyday and happy, wish you happiness and the best everyday đЎ
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and youâre my favourite mouse đ¤ i think abt you every time i see anything big bang related, which is quite often lol
âI donât have anything useful to talk about right now,â â um hello you quite literally made my day just being in my inbox, just wanted to let you know. :) love you too
p.s. i have a couple of chishia thirsts in my drafts,, just for u. theyâre not perfect yet so please wait til i return from the depths of exam hell
18+ mdni | as soon as the words left your lipsâthat you wanted to start a familyâchoso was all in.
for choso, his existence had always been defined by his role as the eldest brother, the steadfast pillar for his nine siblings. knowing the true gravity of being an onii-chan, the prospect of raising little ones with you felt like nothing short of a sacred calling. already a patriarch in his own right, he was more than ready to pour that same devotion into the life the two of you were building together.
an undignified squawk escaped you as he swept you off your feet. one arm locked firmly around your upper back, the other hooked behind your knees.
âohmygodâchoso, what are you doing!?â
pausing in front of the bedroom door, choso tilted his head, innocent brown eyes blinking down at you.
âyou said you wanted a family,â he pointed out, solemn-faced yet gentle. âisnât this how we start?â
it was a literal interpretation of your words, though you found it impossible to argue. not that youâd ever refuse a few cream pies from your dear husband.
the hours that followed were more than satisfying. as the night wore on, it became clear that his dedication to the task was absolute. possessing unnatural stamina, choso utilised his ability to manipulate the flow of his own blood, keeping his cock hard inside you for as long as he pleased. he took pleasure in milking himself dry, surge after surge of heat filling your womb until he was effectively shooting blanks, yet he still refused to soften, choosing instead to plug everything inside. dozing off in his arms, you were stretched, stuffed full the entire night.
âyou seem a bit leaner lately. been skipping meals?â
his words took a few seconds to fully register. even then, your brain stalled helplessly under the hazy after-effects of many an orgasm. typical suguru to ask this sort of question. your lover who was so fiercely protective, always watching over those closest to him with an observant, gentle eye. (if only he spared a fraction of that care for himself, instead of constantly putting his own well-being last.)
âh-huh? no, iâve been eating,â
âis that so?â
he cooed, mauve eyes glittering with jest. before you could even try to defend your appetite, a pleasantly deep thrust buried him to the hilt, making your toes curl. tears born of overstimulation and adoration pooled at the corners of your eyes. a stray strand of his raven bangs tickled your cheek as he leaned over you, his thumb sweeping to catch the bead of moisture.
âbecause i was wondering why the shape right here...â his palm slid down to press on the newfound swell of your lower bellyâthe protrusion providing proof that he was stretching you out from the insideâ âlooks so beautifully obvious.â
hiii ! im also a naoya lover and i wanted to write for him more but i just dont know how to, i think you write him super well for his character and wanted to ask if you had any tips :c
hiii! thank you so much, that is so sweet of you. iâd be more than glad to help you out :)
admittedly, i rarely consume naoya x reader fics on tumblr, my main strategy is to go straight to the source material. rewatch his anime clips and reread his manga chapters to really study him. youâre always welcome to look through my masterlist if that helps at all !
if you ever want to bounce specific ideas around or talk more about his characterisation, my inbox is always open ! youâve got this âĽď¸
genuinely wondering, do you think naoya would ever cheat on his wife/reader or compare her to other women in terms of looks? or would he think because sheâs HIS wife therefore an extension of himself sheâs automatically âsuperiorâ to other women and maybe even men except himself
god heâs so gross but so interesting
ok hear me out. given his deeply traditional & chauvinistic worldview, i think it is unlikely naoya would actually cheat on his wife ?! (canât say the same about a girlfriend though.) he views women primarily as domestic fixtures/ status symbols meant to serve men, and because he thinks so highly of himself, that vanity extends to his choice of a spouse. in his logic, the âluckyâ woman he chose to be his bride is automatically superior to any common broad out there, simply because she belongs to himâtaking his last name on the koseki, bearing his children. furthermore, naoya tends to fixate on specific people in a somewhat obsessive way. we see this in how he idolises toji, and i imagine that intense obsession would only turn into extreme jealousy and possessiveness when directed at a spouse. rather than committing infidelity, he is far more likely to make tasteless threats about taking on a concubine if he ever feels slighted or denied intimacy. that is the closest he would ever get to cheatingâusing the mere idea of another woman as a petty power play to maintain dominance, all while firmly believing that the wife he selected remains the absolute best.
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Thinking about being Sukuna's utmost favored concubine. He's so nonchalant about it, Sukuna's newest catch, just another tool for his entertainment, an outlet for his nefarious appetite, but he is awfully quite protective and defensive about us in an incredibly possessive way, in a way that empowers him and undermines others, shamelessly reminding them of their place in his self-centered perception of the world.
I can see Yorozu eventually confronting him about it out of immense jealousy, she would fucking hate his pet, attention she could not ever cultivate. He puts his foot down real quick about it.
"But they're not even a sorcerer!"
"And yet, they sate me far then you and all the other insignificant maggots ever had. Leave me be, and don't dare burden my peace with your petty tantrum."
anon this fckin qualifies as an assassination attempt becos my heart genuinely stopped for a sec. you did not have to go this hard, but god, am i glad you did !!!!!!
poor yorozu. her love for sukuna is an affliction, the way sheâll throw herself against his massive frame. seeking a solace he has never offered, she buries her face into the crook of his neck to beg for a single scrap of reciprocity, praying he might be temptedâeven momentarily arousedâby the softness of her bosom pushing against his bicep. she breathes in deep, just for her lungs to be flooded with the floral, feminine notes of your perfumeâwoven into the silk of his robes, contaminating his aura. itâs all over him. disgusting.
but itâs his nonchalance over the matter that makes something inside yorozu wilt. he is figuratively and literally saturated in your presence, uncaring how much it broadcasts his attachment. she spends her waking hours trying to convince herself that you are nothing but a fleeting fancy. his new toy, she mumbles as her nails bite into her palms. over the weeks, the cycle repeats: skin splits, bleeds, heals, and tears anew, leaving a permanent topography of crescent-shaped scars across her skin. still, she waits for the day she can peer into his chambers and see your remains served on a shikki lacquerware tray, broiled and seasoned with tare.
(look at me. feel me. touch me. gut me. bind me. curse me. hold me. console me. love me!)
driven mad by the agonising wait, she finally confronts him, beseeching him to see reason. how could the king of curses choose a unremarkable nobody over her?
âbut sheâs not even a sorcerer!â
âand yet, they sate me far more than you and all the other insignificant maggots ever have,â
sheâs trembling in rage, backed into a corner by his rejection, but she canât help but push it.
âyouâre smitten. are you in love with her?â
brief as summer lightning, confusion flickers across sukunaâs regal featuresâa rare disruption that yorozu, viewing him through her rose-colored delusions, finds both cute and increasingly aggravating.
âleave me be,â he rumbles, the deadly calm far more dangerous than a raised tone. âand do not dare burden my peace with your petty tantrum.â
then, those ruby-red eyes glaze over with that familiar, zen-like indifference. sukuna goes right back to ignoring her, the conversation effectively dead. he traces the pad of his thumb over his bottom lipâan unconscious tick born of craving the lingering softness of your mouth. he is content with his less-than-solitary world. you have thoroughly ruined the king of curses for anyone else, and he is strangely at peace with it