bijou’s house

dude.

ft. giyuu tomioka, sanemi shinazugawa, muichiro tokito, obanai iguro, muzan kibutsuji, akaza, douma

authors note / what a line up, as i’m writing this i can already tell i’m going to regret how many people are included in this (╥‸╥)

GIYUU TOMIOKA

he has long since deemed himself as unworthy of any praise or positive recognition. whenever you compliment him, he’ll look away, ears faintly red, and mutter something a little too self deprecating for your liking like, “i’m not that impressive.”

terrible at small talk. you noticed early on that pressuring him into speaking with you would leave him overwhelmed, so you mostly talk and he listens, which he so happens to be wonderful at.

he sometimes worries he’s “too quiet” for you. that one day you’ll want someone warmer, more expressive. when those thoughts creep in, he becomes distant. not cold, just afraid. your reassurance more often than not is able to anchor him back to you.

he’s surprisingly good at domestic tasks. cleaning, repairing things, preparing simple meals. he does them without complaint.

he prefers sitting across from you during meals, not beside, so he can see you properly. however, if you complain about wanting him closer, he’ll oblige and move next to you.

after saying “i love you” for the first time to each other, there isn’t a day that comes where he doesn’t remind you. whether it’s before he leaves for a mission or before you both go to bed.

he rests his chin on your head during hugs if you’re shorter. if you’re taller, he leans his forehead against yours instead.

SANEMI SHINAZUGAWA

he pretends he doesn’t care what people think, but when it comes to you, he’s painfully aware of how rough he can come across. he worries you’ll see him as too much.

he complains while doing things for you, but never doesn’t do them. “damn it, you coulda just asked,” he says, while already helping.

he believes anyone close to him will eventually get hurt. loving you feels like defying fate, and that scares him.

a ridiculously good cook. he gets annoyed if you don’t eat properly. will shove food toward you without explanation.

nips at your bottom lip whenever he kisses you just because he knows it makes you giggle.

whenever he has to wake up early for a mission, he moves a lot quieter and carefully around the house so he doesn’t wake you. you’d think he was diffusing a bomb.

he’s bad at compliments, but great at observation. “you look… fine,” he says, which for him means you’re beautiful.

he carries you over puddles even when you insist you can step over them.

MUICHIRO TOKITO

muichiro doesn’t realize when he’s fallen in love. it just… happens. one day he’s neutral, the next he’s quietly orbiting you like it’s instinct.

he forgets a lot of things, but your presence becomes muscle memory. even if he forgets details, he never forgets how safe you feel.

he stands a little closer to you than to others. not on purpose. his body just drifts toward yours.

he doesn’t tease much, but when he does, it’s dry and unexpected, “you’re kind of cute when you’re mad.”

he’s very honest with you. sometimes too honest. “i don’t understand why that hurt you, but i’m sorry it did.”

he lets you brush his hair. sits perfectly still, trusting. if you stop, he quietly asks you to keep going.

insists on kissing you goodnight without fail, no matter the circumstances.

will often stay at your estate for days on end, it confuses the poor crows and kakushi and you gently scold him for it.

usually downplays his injuries when it comes to other people, but does the exact opposite with you because he secretly likes being babied.

OBANAI IGURO

he’s awkward with affection at first. stiff, hesitant—like he’s afraid he’ll do it wrong. once he realizes you won’t recoil, he never stops trying.

he’s extremely protective. stands slightly in front of you without thinking. his hand is always ready to grab yours if things go wrong.

jealousy comes easily to him, but he hates it about himself. instead of lashing out, he grows quieter and more clingy.

he struggles with self-worth. sometimes he genuinely doesn’t understand why you chose him. it makes him cherish you even more.

compliments from you hit him hard. he looks away, ears red, voice low when he mutters a “thank you.”

he’s blunt, but never cruel to you. if anything, he softens his words around you more than anyone else.

he prefers private affection. holding hands where no one can see. quiet forehead touches. leaning in close just to breathe you in.

he memorizes the smallest details about you: how you breathe when you sleep, which side you stand on, when you’re about to get overwhelmed.

MUZAN KIBUTSUJI

he expects loyalty—but gives protection in return. no one touches you without consequence.

praise from you feeds his ego more than worship from his followers ever could.

he’s meticulous about your safety. your surroundings, your food, who you speak to, everything is managed.

he’s careful with you physically. his strength is immense, and he never forgets it.

he doesn’t need sleep, but if he’s in a good mood and you ask him to lay with you, he’ll entertain the sentiment.

jealousy is handled clinically. he doesn’t sulk or threaten. people who overstep simply cease to exist.

he allows you to contradict him in private. even argue, so long as you’re honest.

he watches you sleep with something dangerously close to peace on his face.

he dislikes when you hide your emotions from him. not because it angers him—but because he wants to understand you fully.

AKAZA

once you’re his, he is fiercely loyal. akaza does not cheat, does not wander, does not entertain others. his devotion is quiet but absolute.

when he’s worried about you, he becomes restless—pacing, clenching his fists, checking on you more than usual without explaining why.

when you’re injured or exhausted, he becomes surprisingly attentive. bringing you things you need without being asked. hovering just a little.

akaza values honesty above all else. if you lie to him, it hurts more than anger ever could. he’d rather hear a painful truth than a gentle falsehood.

he trains harder when he’s worried or frustrated, and you’re one of the few who can convince him to stop and rest.

you will never catch him raising his voice when speaking with you.

he does chores for you, despite being an inexplicably strong being, he thinks being able to lift duties off of your shoulders and carry out responsibilities for you is one of the highest forms of intimacy.

he’s deeply respectful of your independence, if he catches himself teetering on the line of control, he quickly corrects himself.

DOUMA

douma praises you all the time. your looks, your voice, the way you move, the way you think. it’s excessive, sincere, and almost overwhelming.

he’s extremely protective, though he frames it as concern. “i just couldn’t stand it if you got hurt..”

douma is exceptionally attentive, but it’s observational. he studies you the way one studies a beautiful, complex object, memorizing reactions, habits, emotional triggers.

douma never asks if you’re his. he behaves as though the decision was mutual the moment he made it.

he doesn’t feel guilt when he hurts others for your sake. in fact, he barely registers it, their suffering simply doesn’t weigh against his preference for you.

when you’re gone for too long, he becomes unsettled. not anxious, off-balance. he doesn’t like that feeling, and he associates its absence with you.

douma protects you not only because he prefers you alive, but because harm to you disrupts something internal he cannot name or replace.

he stops certain behaviors around you permanently. not because he feels remorse, but because your withdrawal bothers him more than his habits matter.

if you ask whether he loves you, he answers honestly: “yes.” not because the word means the same thing to him, but because it’s the closest translation.

Caldarus is down bad.

Caldarus x f.Reader. nsfw. minors do not interact.

cw: dragon hybrid x f.Reader. mate biting.

Shirtless, Caldarus lies on his back while you lean over him to tuck a strand of hair behind his pointy ear. A whirlwind of yearning slices through him. You are the anchor fastening him to this world through each day of bitter loneliness. Always an outsider looking in, his once looming presence has been distilled to a whispering breeze. Sometimes he wonders if he exists at all. His stomach is a bubbling pot when you’re away. He can’t do it. Another night alone mourning the loss of you. Darkness is closing in. He grabs your wrist.

“Please, stay.” The trees outside groan as the wind combs their leaves. He lies on his side and lifts the stack of opulent blankets to make space for you. You slip off your shoes and crawl into bed next to him. The mattress sighs. His arm rests, curling around your waist. To hold you without hurting you, he’s trimmed his claws. Moonlight casts long shadows that tango across the floor. The soft trill of the forest plays like a soothing violin.

His long, musical fingers trace the curve of your nose and a sensation in his chest beats like the flutter of a hummingbird’s wings. A shiver of longing creeps up his spine. He kisses your nose—and when you don’t pull away—he kisses your mouth. The taste of tea lingers on his breath. Like a stretch of cloth being undone by a single thread, he’s unraveling. His warm tongue slides along your bottom lip. You whimper in surprise. He gently pulls back to ask if you’re alright.

featuring six moments that will make you fall in love with him all over again

Pairing: Haganezuka Hotaru x Female!Reader

Content: SFW (but there's one suggestive line), fluff, domestic life, etc.

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA is a surprisingly doting lover who is never ashamed to let the world know about your love-filled union.

"My wife—"

At Hotaru's 16th use of the word 'wife,' Kotetsu begins to feel his thoughts blur into anything but the unending spew of Haganezuka's wife-related stories. The young boy feels grateful that the hard-headed smith found a life partner; however, Kotetsu's patience is falling short, and he definitely does not want to know about your 10-month anniversary dinner.

Kotetsu feels a brief sigh of relief against his mask when Kanamori strolls inside the quiet teahouse. "Ah, Haganezuka-san and Kotetsu-shounen!"

Kotetsu sees Haganezuka swivel his head to face his younger colleague, and without missing a beat, he uses 'wife' for the 17th time in that very hour.

"My wife's birthday is coming up. She keeps telling me not to get her anything, but I'll be damned if I don't." Haganezuka regards Kanamori with a short nod.

"Oh, my En-chan says the same! Regardless, I'll gift her at least a bouquet of flowers. Just this other day, I came home to give her a—"

At this point, the two men were in a whole new dimension, exchanging stories about their married life. Kotetsu once again begrudgingly thanks the heavens for allowing Haganezuka to be passionate about something other than swords, but he feels himself sink onto the table as he thinks,

"There are two of them now..."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA never fails to come home to you with a gift in hand, letting you know that you are always on his mind, no matter how hectic the forge gets.

"Here," he firmly places a haphazardly wrapped present on your palms. Your body jolts at the sudden weight on your arms, and you blink up at him in curiosity. "Open it."

"Hotaru," you cutely drawl out the last syllable of his name with a pout, shaking your head at your husband's stubbornness. Your lover is a gift-giver; after all, he is a maker of many marvelous blades and trinkets. In the earlier months of your relationship, he would court you with handmade jewelry, even if you bashfully tried to tell him that you'd appreciate even just simple quality time.

Lightly blushing from the adorable glint in your eye, he repeats himself, "Open it." You do just that, and you find yourself faintly gasp in wonder at a welded flower with the most intricate design he's done yet. It's made entirely out of shiny steel, reflecting your mesmerized expression on the metallic petals as you softly caressed the pattern on the leaves.

"Flowers die too quickly," he purses his lips — a mannerism he does whenever he feels shy — and turns his body to the side. "This one should last forever."

At a loss for words, you opt to kiss him meaningfully on his his blushing cheek. "I love it."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA is still as stubborn as ever. He sometimes overworks his muscles until they are cramped and tense, so you — his beloved — offer to alleviate his pains with a soothing massage. He loves it.

You see Haganezuka roll his shoulders for the 5th time that morning. The crinkle of his brows seems to furrow deeper in silent aggravation.

Silently sighing, you embrace him from behind, letting your palms press firmly on his broad shoulders. This makes him groan in a mix of pain and relief, confirming that he is under discomfort.

"You never tell me when you're hurting," your breath is against his back, and you continue to massage his hard muscles.

"It's nothing that'll drag me away from smithing." His prideful quip makes you lightly slap his shoulder in annoyance, and it only makes him bark out a chuckle.

"Let me take care of you, okay?" You tip his head towards yours and bat your eyes in an attempt to persuade him. "Let's get you to bed."

Hotaru merely huffs as his lips form a suggestive smirk. "Fine, but you know I'd want to take care of you, too, my love."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA will never want to prolong your arguments and misunderstandings. He may be a prideful and headstrong man, but he acknowledges your side and your feelings, even if a little begrudgingly.

The moment your husband raises his voice at you, you turn away and head to a separate room, urging yourself to regain composure as you blink away your tears.

You're aware that he doesn't mean any harm with his gruff shouts — it's more of a habit he developed due to his social ineptitude — but you can get caught up in a flurry of petty disagreements and feel saddened by his misdirected rage.

Knock, knock, knock.

You hear knuckles softly knock on the thin wooden door of your shared bedroom. Muttering a soft 'come in,' you wipe the residual tears from your face while Hotaru stalks towards you and joins you on your Western-style bed.

"I'm sorry," he exhales through his nose as he hesitantly wraps an arm around you. To his relief, you completed the embrace and snuggled close to his chest. "You're right. I shouldn't have gotten so angry at the vendor, even if he did look at you for far too long—"

"Hotaru," you cut him off in a scolding tone. "Having you beside me is enough to ward off any danger."

You gaze deeply into each others' eyes. "Just stay by my side, and we'll be fine." You softly kiss his parted lips.

Hotaru only sighs one more time. "Okay."

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA is protective, and his concern for your safety is immeasurable and genuine. He'll cease his work and come join you if you wish to go somewhere during the evening. You'll never feel lonely with him as your lover.

"Where are you heading?"

You feel yourself faintly jump at the sound of your husband's voice. You gaze at him as he shifts from his usual spot in the forge, a half-finished katana laying behind him.

He's been engulfed in his craft for the past 3 hours, staying completely silent and diligently focused on smithing; you simply didn't expect him to do anything else for the next few hours.

"I just want to walk outside for a while," you begin to open the sliding door to exit, but your movements are ceased when you see Haganezuka fully stand up from his station and walk towards you.

"Darling, you still have a sword to finish—"

"It's nearly nighttime. Don't be stupid." You try to protest but he stays rooted by your side. "I'm not leaving you alone."

With a bemused huff, you find yourself smile at the bulky masked man walking next to you.

You definitely feel much safer with Hotaru.

HUSBAND! HAGANEZUKA never leaves your home or sleeps without telling you he loves you. He shows it through his actions, but he regards the simple words as devoted declarations he will never forget to remind you of.

Haganezuka rises from slumber before the sun even fully peaks through the valley. It's part of his dedication to his duties as a swordsmith — the only downside is how he barely gets to spend slow mornings with you.

After firmly wrapping his scarf over his head, he stares at your sleeping figure behind his Hyottoko mask, and he feels nothing but rampant swirls of adoration and love.

He sits down next to you, his weight causing you to stir in your sleep. Lifting his battered and calloused palm towards your cheek, he caresses you softly with a smile behind his mask.

"I love you, and I cannot imagine a world without you." He adjusts his mask and kisses your forehead. "I love you."

Before he can entirely leave the bed, he feels your gentle grip tug on his arm. He looks at your smiling, half-asleep face as you whisper,

"I love you, too, Hotaru." You beckon him for another kiss, and he dips down to do just that.

At that moment, Haganezuka was certain — there won't ever be a life where you wouldn't be reborn as each others' lovers. He swears in his heart that he shall always be yours, as long as you allow him to be.

theres also the comedy potential of it. you guys dont know the joy of having your muslim friend text you "hopefully the racists in our city will all get sick and cant go to the protest" and you, as a pasty white guy, responding with "inshallah they get covid"

its a one hit KO every time. its fucking hilarious. theres no english word that has the same effect.

he also once texted me that he got over a mysterious illness he came down with (i think? i cant remember the exact context) and i responded with "subhanallah he is cured"

again, one hit KO. he lost his shit.

disclaimer i am not arab or muslim and i dont speak arabic but @frogofalltime has explained these words to me and says im using them correctly lmao

inshallah - "if god wills it". like an "i hope this happens" kind of thing. remember the finding nemo poster "inshallah they find him" meme if that helps. used in future tense.

mashallah - "god has willed it", used when something good happened. can be used to denote awe about an event or person. used in past tense.

alhamdulillah - essentially "thank god" or "praise be to god". like mashallah and inshallah but stronger, and can be used in any tense (i think). he will be baked soon alhamdullilah

subhanallah - "glory be to god". like alhamdullilah but stronger. used for when something almost miraculous happens!

there's also astaghfirullah which means "i seek forgiveness in god" which you use when you or someone else does something haram (forbidden / sinful / wrong). tbh we use it in a lot of jokey contexts like if someone swears in a conversation you can call them out like "astaghfirullah haram !"

⋆˚࿔ pilot!gojo whenever you're on his flight

tags. established relationship. married life. lovesick!gojo. soft!gojo. married & in love. domestic fluff. ⋮ author's note. i got this idea right before i went to bed and wrote it out in the morning, sorry if anyone's already done this!! i'm actually so happy i made this stop (..◜ᴗ◝..) ⋮ word count. 0.9k ⋮ art credit. 3vangel1ne_

Pilot!Gojo who always comes out to greet you before boarding begins, in order to make sure you don't need anything. A slightly smug smirk plastered on his face, which shows he's more than happy to show you off. 

A white collared shirt, clean and pristine, tailored black trousers, a belt that’s snugly wrapped around his hips, showcasing his slim waist. A double-breasted suit jacket making his broad shoulders squeeze uncomfortably against the fabric. White hair tousled as if he's been running his fingers through it, and he still looks like the most handsome man you've ever encountered, sadly enough, because he knows it, too.

“Hey,” he greets, the corners of his lips tugging up into a wide smile. An arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against him, and once he's bent over a bit, he’ll press a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips. “You’re looking so pretty.”

Pilot!Gojo who doesn't hesitate to make a heartwarming PA announcement over the intercom to acknowledge your presence. And since, in all honesty, it’s Gojo we’re talking about, it never happens casually.

“Good afternoon, Ladies and Gentlemen,” an overly energetic voice will call out over the intercom, which alone is enough to make people look up. Then, in a subtle, arrogant tone, “This is your captain speaking. There is nothing more I'd like than to direct your attention to row ten. You might've noticed the beautiful woman sitting there—”

By that point, you're already sinking back into your seat, cheeks reddening and eyes turning downcast to avoid noticing the laughter in other passengers' eyes. 

“—who I am blessed to call my lovely wife.”

“Oh, for Christ's sake,” you whisper to yourself when he keeps babbling on and on about your beauty, and you're certain the guy next to you is thinking the same as you. His wife, on the other hand, has hearts forming in her eyes, finding it overly sweet. 

“I’m sorry for not taking out the trash this morning, baby—”

By the time he gets to the end, stopping with, “I love you,” you're feeling too embarrassed to look up. There’s some clapping, shared laughter, and once you get off the plane, speak some sense into him, maybe after, you too will find it funny.

Pilot!Gojo who thinks he's being discreet when he tells the cabin crew to occasionally check up on you, but in reality, nothing with him is ever subtle or kept on the low.

Every gesture belonging to him is grand, over the top, never deemed simple. They check in every twenty minutes, bring you things you weren't even aware they had on aeroplanes, and the care you receive feels as if you're being treated like pure royalty on its own.

Pilot!Gojo who manages to let you stay with him in the company-provided hotel accommodations without any complaints. 

Since he's away a lot, he's found that throwing money at the problem has never truly worked with you. After approximately five years of marriage, he's proud to say he's mastered the art of figuring out you like spontaneous getaways instead. 

If he's in a certain place for twenty-four to seventy-two hours, he’ll make sure to recharge the first night if it was a long flight. The day after, however, he’s planning a sightseeing trip, followed by an overly romantic dinner he triumphantly planned himself.

You better believe he's wooing you from top to bottom, wining and dining, lingering touches, soft kisses, gentle hands roaming over your curves, as if he's allowing himself to remember what the world feels like when he’s holding it in his hands.

A magnetic pull of some sort, a solid and grounding feeling to hold you close again. Your breath fanning against his cheek, the short hairs on his neck immediately straightening, like he's been hit on impact. 

“I missed you,” he’ll tell you when the world has gone quiet, and the dimmed lamps of the fancy hotel room are the only lights still turned on in the dead of night. 

“I missed you too,” you softly smile, hand cupping his cheek, thumb pressing down on the warm skin. Your legs are resting on his lap, your left foot pressing against his thigh, meanwhile with the right one you're tapping out an irregular rhythm, a song he can't place.

His shoulders will relax for the first time in approximately twenty-four hours, eyes briefly falling shut, lips parting ever so slightly, “Mhm,” he deeply hums, bright blue eyes opening again, taking in your every move. “You’re pretty.”

You chuckle, pushing him away, not getting any farther, since he's already pulling you back on top of him, “You tell me that all the time.”

His voice gets bashful when he's like this, a way that you're not used to when it comes to him. Satoru is everything that represents being loud. From the way he thinks, to the way he speaks, from his massive ego to his constant absence of seriousness. 

But here, when it’s just the two of you, he’ll allow his light to dim. No pressure of the people around him, judging stares and whispers disappear the moment you lock any door when you're in a room with him. 

So, it’s there, barely recognisable, sweet and sheepish—one hand on your waist while the other fiddles with his wedding ring like he can't believe you're truly his—but it’s him, nonetheless. In the depths of time, even if he were to be someone else entirely, you think you'd still be able to recognise him.

“I tell you all the time because I mean it all the time.”

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I love you being trans I love you trans women i love you gender exploration I love you self discovery

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[ID: two screenshots of a reddit post on r/offmychest by user awaythrowjessie, titled "My girlfriend made me realize I'd be happier as a woman". it reads as follows:

I am 33, born male, and have had major self image issues my entire life. I hated seeing myself in mirrors, pictures, you name it. I honestly thought it was kinda normal so I just accepted it.

Now about 3 weeks ago I was at my girlfriends house, we have been dating a little over a year now, and have plans to move in together soon. Now recently she has shaved her head to support of her friends with cancer (side note thenl treatments for that friend are going very well). She had since bought some wigs to wear while her hair grows back out. We were joking around as I have male pattern baldness, and when she went to the bathroom I jokingly threw a wig on and waited. She came our, saw me we laughed for a bit and she said "you know I think you'd make a pretty girl" we laughed some more but those words triggered something in me.

Cut to a few night's ago she asked why I've been acting weird lately and I just told her how i was feeling. She said "alright let's do this " and when I asked what she told me she was going to give me a bit of a makeover and put me in one of her dresses and if i liked it then good. I was nervous and asked what if I did like it would she still be attracted to me. She just responded with "Baby you know I'm bi, guy or girl you're still mine." Her words reassured me honestly i love her so much.

Anyways she finished the make up, fitted a wig on me perfectly and got me in a dress and even helped me put a bra on and stuff in a little so i could see what breasts would kinda look like on me. Now I expected to see myself in the mirror, laugh this off and move on right, but I didn't. She did an unbelievable job, like I looked like I had been born a woman, and when I saw myself in the mirror for the first time in my entire life, I liked what I saw. I probably stared at myself for a good 10 minutes before she finally asked me something. She asked what I wanted to be called. After a few seconds I said Jessie, I always like the name Jessie. She whispered in my ear "well Jessie, you look beautiful." And that was it, I knew this was who i wanted to be.

I'm nervous now though, my friends will accept it but my family are, well let's just say not very progressive. But this is what I want.

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[ID: A screenshot of a Reddit post from r/offmychest by user awaythrowjessie, titled “I went out as Jessie for the first time and I was honestly surprised”. The screenshot reads: Hello everyone, this is an official follow up to my previous post that went viral and caught me off guard.

So me and my girlfriend, (Who has officially agreed to disclose her name lol) Emily, had gone shopping for me to get me outfits and the like. Earlier today i put on one of those outfits and officially faced the world as Jessie for the first time.

To say I was nervous would be an understatement. We went to our local mall and I was almost shaking, thankfully Emily calmed me down and said if anyone said anything mean to me she'd handle it, then playfully threw up her hands like a boxer lol. We stepped inside and started walking around going in stores and I noticed something, no one was staring. Like at all. I live in an area that still has issues with LGBTQ people so I was afraid of staring or aggressive people. But none of that happened. People greeted me, the store workers were kind and nobody looked at me like I was weird. I felt comfortable, and Emily even said she saw someone check me put, though i doubt that.

This was unbelievable to me and honestly I felt like myself. I feels nice that I can go out without worrying about Judging eyes.