the sun pours over your body as you walk along empty handed with sukuna holding all the bags and beach equipment. baby!yuji patters along on the mildly hot sand, running on levels of adrenaline only a six year old could muster.
the beach is filled with families similar to yours, children playing in the water, people tanning in the deliciously hot sun and rounds of volleyball being tossed around by large friend groups.
sukuna places down your lounging chairs with an attached shaded umbrella, and plops down with all the bags containing various miscellaneous things.
yuji sticks his tongue out slightly, eyes lighting up with mischief and tries to make a beeline for the water before you grab him by the collar.
âno one gets out there without sunscreenâ you wave a finger at him, instructing him to settle down.
yuji pouts impatiently swinging his legs while you get out the bottle of kids sunscreen and rub it on every bit of his exposed skin.
your son wrinkles his nose when you reach for his face applying the lotion in soft rhythmic motions. you proceed to pinch his cheeks and give him a little kiss there while yuji giggles.
sukuna watches you fuss over the brat with mild amusement. his eyes squint under the sun, and drop to admire what youâve got on.
a frilly little thing exposing your beautiful curves.
sukuna scans the area noting any men looking towards your general direction and stares them down with a cutting glare only he could manage. a look that screamed âlook away before i come dislocate that head myselfâ for good measure.
while yuji runs off to play in the sand, you turn to him with the sunscreen bottle in hand and a knowing smile.
âyour turnâ
sukuna scoffs from where heâs sprawled back in the beach chair, one arm lazily hanging off the side.
âi donât burnâ
âyes you doâ
âi literally donâtâ
âyour nose got pink last timeâ
his eyes narrow immediately, âit did not.â
âyou then complained that it itched and brooded about it the whole timeâ
âi donât broodâ
you hum ignoring his offense entirely and pat your thighs.
âcâmereâ
he stares at you for a long second before clicking his tongue and leaning forward anyway because despite all his dramatics, sukuna has never once denied you when you used that tone on him.
you snort as sukuna settles in front of you. his massive frame blocks the sun completely and he smells like saltwater and heat already despite barely having stepped into the ocean.
you squeeze sunscreen into your palms and rub it across his shoulders.
his muscles flex beneath your hands while you smooth lotion over the dark markings curling along his skin, careful and thorough despite the way he eyes you.
you drag your fingers over his neck and jaw, rubbing sunscreen into the bridge of his nose while he looks deeply inconvenienced by affection.
âlook downâ
âthis is humiliating.â
âlook down, so i can get the back of your neck.â
he grumbles under his breath but tilts his chin downward anyway. his previously bored, half lidded eyes, dilate at the sight of your cleavage, right. in. his. face.
how blissful.
yuji bursts into giggles. you had spiked up sukunaâs hair to stand up in a funky way.
âyou look funny papaâ
sukuna grimaces.
âwant me to throw you into the ocean?â
âyeah!â
ââŚâ
you laugh so hard you nearly smear sunscreen into sukunaâs eye.
you take turns, with sukuna now applying sunscreen onto your back.
eventually yuji tears off toward the shoreline with a plastic bucket in hand, sandals abandoned somewhere behind him.
you lean back into your chair with a satisfied sigh while sukuna sits beside you, one arm draped lazily behind your head.
for a while the two of you simply watch.
yuji jumps over tiny waves, yelling triumphantly every single time he successfully crosses one.
he crouches to collect shells with complete seriousness only to abandon them three seconds later because another wave has appeared.
his little laugh carries over the water. your chest feels warm.
âhe looks like you when he gets excited,â you murmur, nuzzling against the base of sukunaâs neck.
âpoor kidâ
you elbow him lightly, âit is cute sukuna, you are cuteâ
before sukuna can mull over your words, yuji suddenly turns around spotting the two of you immediately.
âpapa!! come here!!â
sukuna pretends not to hear,
âpapa!!â
you mouth a slight âgoâ as your husband sighs dramatically before obliging as per usual.
the water reaches just beneath his knees when yuji grabs his hand excitedly and starts dragging him around with all the strength a six year old could possess.
you pad in after them enjoying the waves and the feel of soft sand beneath your bare feet.
you smile to yourself. it is almost absurd seeing sukuna getting ordered around by a child carrying a neon orange shovel.
yuji points toward a lopsided sandcastle near the shore, âhelp me make it BIGGERâ he sticks his arms out to act out how big he wanted it to be.
sitting back down on your chair you try not to look too amused as sukuna crouches down into the sand.
his large hands awkwardly shape wet sand while yuji gives deeply unnecessary instructions beside him.
âmore towerâ
sukuna looks over at you, pleading for an escape. you wave him off.
âitâs a sandcastle not a fortressâ he mutters back.
âmore towerâ yuji runs about, sometimes gathering sand and sometimes water. most of the time being largely unhelpful.
sukuna clicks his tongue and adds another tower.
hours later the sky begins softening into gold.
yujiâs exhausted enough now to become clingy, dragging his feet through the sand while holding onto sukunaâs hand.
âi need to wash my feetâ you brush sand off your legs with a tired groan.
before you can even move, sukuna bends down and scoops you into his arms effortlessly.
you yelp, âkunaââ
he pats you lower thigh,âstop squirmingâ
people nearby glance over briefly before immediately looking away once sukuna glares in their direction.
you hide your snicker against his shoulder while he carries you toward the rinse station near the boardwalk.
the water runs cool over your feet as he holds you securely against his chest, an arm around your waist like you weigh nothing at all.
yuji stands beside him sleepily rubbing his eyes.
once your feet are clean, sukuna sets you carefully onto the bench.
then without a word, he crouches down.
you blink.
â..whatâre you doing?â
he grabs your sandals from beside the bench.
âyour feetâll get dirty again.â
years of loving him and your heart still stutters stupidly.
sukuna slides the sandals onto your feet one by one with mild annoyance etched across his face, but you know better. his love language when it came to you, was acts of service.
meanwhile yuji watches with narrowed eyes, âpapa..?â
âwhat.â
âthatâs sooo romanticâ he smiles ear to ear.
sukuna immediately flicks water at his forehead.
yuji screeches dramatically while you laugh loud enough that people turn to look again.
âwhere did he even learn that?â sukuna asks, a mild smile overtaking his usual harsh features.
you shrug, in a dream-like trance, the domesticity of this moment making your heart soar.
and for once, sukuna doesnât care at all.
firefly; you guys wanted longer fics so hehe i hope this was good
husband!satoru : and darling they all look like me
satoru gets the wind knocked out of him.
kind of embarrassing for the strongest but,
youâd just caught him off guard okay?
i mean, who expects to be woken up by their extremely pregnant wife sobbing into his arms and then getting punched in the gut by said wife.
mind you, at three am.
certainly not him.
âow!â satoru winces, attempting a lopsided smile âyou throw a harsh punch, babeâ he comments, trying to seize the situation.
âitâs not fair!â you sob, uncontrollable tears continue to stream down your face, âiâm doing all the hard workâ
âyes you areâ satoru nods eagerly, not wanting to piss you off any further.
âthis is my third pregnancy, THIRD, i do everything i bare all the load and they allââ you hiccup.
satoru sees it coming, he knows exactly what youâre going to say.
âthey all always come out looking like YOUâ you jab an accusatory finger at him.
your husband tries to open his mouth but you cut him off, rambling now âwhite hair, blue eyes, stupid adorable smile, itâs all you! i mean am i even a participant in their birth??â
trying not to laugh, satoru raises his hands up in mock surrender âthese are all valid concernsâ he affirms âbut i thought you liked my featuresâ
âyeah i did until now, when thereâs two exact replicas of you running around and another on the wayâ you yawn, sleep already overriding your argument.
you didnât really mean it, you loved seeing your lovers face in all of your children, but for the sake of sentimentality were you really the last of your generation? an almost extinct species truly.
âiâll tell my genes to do better, actually you know what iâll tell them to do worse, theyâve been outperforming recentlyâ satoru speaks while caressing your hair and pressing soft kisses all over your face.
you patted his chest softly, almost feeling bad for punching him and already half asleep âyeah you do thatâ
he lightly chuckled, smiling at your belly all swollen with none other than another mini-him.
you were both highschool sweethearts more like jujutsu high sweethearts but undoubtedly lovers for the longest time.
a couple that people would look at and think âtheyâd last forever.â you believed it too, i mean why would you break up with the best boyfriend in the world?
he was so lovely, an attractive man, your personalities merged like cotton candy creating something beautiful which was your relationship.
he took care of you, loved you, until it wasnât enough.
when gojo came to discover the full extent of his powers and became the strongest sorcerer in jujutsu you couldnât have been happier.
he deserved it, he was the best after all!
but in all the commotion it seemed you were left behind somewhere.. you understood of course. you tried your best to be there, planning dates, events, showing up where it mattered even if he couldnât.
but then it started to bleed into important moments in your life, anniversaries, birthdays, the positive pregnancy test clutched in your hand.
you stayed up all night waiting for him to show, with all his beautiful blue eyed glory and he didnât.
you awoke in an awkward position on the bed, gojo collapsed next to you blind fold still on. worried, you scrambled up to him checking his face.
he was okay..
you cupped his cheek, a tear rolling down yours, you had to try, one more attempt at this..just one last time.
gojo opened his eyes feeling your touch on his skin, his velvety skin furrowing on his forehead.
âwhatâs wrong?â he croaked out, voice still raspy from sleep yet surprisingly tender.
you shook your head breathing out a soft nothing, and wiped your tear that had landed on his cheek its pearlescent path glowing in the soft morning light.
you couldnât wait to tell him! heâd be so happy! you opened your mouth to speak butâ
suddenly, gojo rose up quick to his feet, âshit!â he gathered his things half-hazardly, âi had a mission, fuck! it was scheduled for this morning, sorry baby i have to goâ he leant down quick to press a kiss on the side of your head.
he was out the door before you could even speak.
huh..
you swallowed. it was over then.
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž toji fushiguro
as unexpected as a meet cute it was, youâd first met toji when he appeared at your workplace..as your patient.
having picked up the night-shift as a nurse youâd fallen into the rhythm of work until toji started to flirt with you.
heâd show up unannounced sometimes with no injury at all, youâd inquire after the repetitive nature of his appearances and heâd blame it on his career as a boxer.
he was..a boxer alright, you just found out the real truth when you both got together. he was a jujutsu sorcerer always involved in some shady fights.
you scolded him, got angry, fought with him and finally understood, this was the way of his life that youâd just have to accept and you loved him too much to leave him.
other than the side gigs he was a lovely boyfriend, a brute of a man with a surprisingly soft, caring nature. life with him was easier you loved who you were when you were with him.
it scared you to patch him up, now frequently at home. but the days where heâd stay at home while he healed and cook for you, youâd teasingly call him your house husband and toji would take it in stride, owning up to the title.
his hugs, his kisses, his warmth, his love it was a whirlwind of happiness youâd never felt before with anyone else.
this particular night toji was meant to return back from one of his missions, itâd been a long wait and he was looking forward to seeing you again.
two taps a pause and then another tap.
a little code the two of you had made so youâd only open the door for him.. just in case.
the door however was unlocked, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up, toji knew immediately that something was wrong.
walking down the hallway, he noted that itâs silent, too silent.
his footsteps fell heavy as he approached your room, he didnât want to spook you if you were in there so he made his presence known.
he couldnât help the fast pattering of his own heart and his mind wandering in every direction, maybe you were just asleep?
he opens the door to you sitting on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands. his hands reach out as if to hold you but you glance up at him before he could.
the look in your eyes is devastating, your pretty brows furrowed and the lips he loved so much scrunched into a frown.
âbaby, whatâs wrong?â toji breathes, his worried eyes raking over your entire form.
âi canât do this anymore.â
what were you saying..
âdo what anymore?â
âweâre breaking upâ
âwhat the fuck, why?â he cringes at his tone, his desperation apparent through it but itâs what he truly feels.
he is desperate for you, he does not want you to leave, his mind is taking too long to catch up to his current situation.
âthey showed up at my workâ you curl your fists tight in your lap, boring holes into the ground from your glare.
âwhat..â
âyour people! the shady people who work with you showed up at my fucking hospital and they threatened me!â you speak, your anger and the heat in the room rising with every word.
âwho the fuck? whoâs they!?â toji runs a sharp hand through his hair.
âi donât know!!!â you shout, breathing heavy. you start to pace a bit in the room. the adrenaline and sheer anxiety you felt aching for an escape,
âi donât know who it was âjiâ he winced from your use of his nickname, said usually in a much lighter an lovable tone.
âhospital security had to be called, it was a whole fiasco, i couldnâtââ your voice breaks, âi couldnât do anything, my poor patients were freaked out and my hands they just.. wouldnât stop shakingâ
your pacing pauses with toji as he walks up to you and pulls both your hands close to his chest.
âiâm sorry, iâm so sorry this shouldnât have happenedâ he bends down trying to come eye level to you but you drop your head down further trying to prevent the hot tears from escaping
âhey,â toji pulls you in for a soft hug, his scent so comforting, just like home, you wanted to melt into his embrace, âitâs okayâ he whispers rubbing your back.
you shake your head.
it was over then, your relationship couldnât continue, not like this, not until he quit.
but he couldnât quit that life, you knew that, so you left first.
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž suguru geto
youâd joined his cult ofcourse! the man was just so persuasive, he had that inherent luring quality in him.
one word from him and youâd do anything, anything he asked of you.
which included being his bunny.
atleast, thatâs what he called you, not your name but bunny.
always perched on his lap in cult meetings, making out behind the curtains, laid up nude, a feast for him and him only in the back of his car.
geto bought you expensive gifts, took you on luxury trips, kissed you like you meant the world to him and you believed it too.
so, âwhy?â you croaked, clutching onto his robe.
why wouldnât he look at you anymore, not the way he used to, why was he pushing you away?
you couldnât make sense of it!
âitâs nothing personalâ he brushed your hands off his robe straightening the delicately ironed cloth.
âb-but you loved me! for two years, i gave you everything, you wanted devotion, i wasâ am devoted, i swear on it geto-samaâ your lips trembled.
he clicked his tongue, off-put by your desperation.
pathetic.
âiâm just bored, bunâ he smiled weakly failing to sound apologetic whatsoever, the vacant look in his gaze made him seem as if he were somewhere faraway from the conversation.
bored?
you shook your head, you refused to believe it âyou love me, thatâs why youâre pushing me away, you donât want any inhibitions. i know you, i know exactly how you thinkâ you spoke with unexpected confidence.
geto looked stricken, as if this entire ordeal pained him.
âyou need to leaveâ he bit out, ânowâ his words were stern, unbeknownst to you he dug half-moons into his palms.
you looked up towards the ceiling, took a deep breath and without another look walked away, out of his life.
you, his only salvation, now gone.
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž ryomen sukuna
you had been beside sukuna so long that people stopped remembering a time you werenât.
servants changed, eras passed, entire villages vanished and rebuilt elsewhere. yet you remained beside him like something permanent.
something his.
when you were younger, you thought it to be romantic. the way he called for you first upon returning, the way he pulled you against him absentmindedly while speaking to others.
the way the entire world feared him, yet some nights he rested his head in your lap and let you play with his hair in silence.
it felt special then.
being loved by ryomen sukuna felt like being chosen by something ancient and terrible yet so tender.
maybe that was why you stayed so long.
even as time slowly settled into your bodyâŚ
your hands ached in winter, silver thread through your hair, exhaustion sunk deep into your bones.
sukuna didnât understand it at first.
âyou sleep too much lately,â he muttered one evening after finding you dozing off waiting for him.
you smiled weakly, âiâm oldâ
he clicked his tongue, âhow humanâ
you laughed softly because of course he would say that. time had never touched him properly.
but your body remembered every year.
still, he loved you. maybe not gently, maybe not correctly but completely. his devotion to you had no end.
that is what worried you.
sukuna never spoke of love directly. but the truth of your existence was itâs end.
which was why this hurt so much.
because one evening, sitting beside him beneath the engawa while snow fell beyond the gardens, you realized you did not want to be preserved anymore.
you were tired.
not to be mistaken for unhappiness, you were so happy so loved but time eroded all.
you rested your head against his shoulder, his warm hand covering yours.
âsukuna..â you spoke quietly.
he hummed.
âwhen i dieâŚâ
his grip tightened instantly.
âyou wonât.â
you smiled sadly.
âeveryone does eventually.â
ânot if i decide otherwiseâ your chest ached at how simple he made it sound, as though your life was just another thing he could force into submission.
after a long silence, you whispered:
âi think i want to restâ sukuna pushed to speak but you stopped him with a light squeeze on his arm âand i want you to let me goâ
sukuna finally looked at you then, really looked.
at the tiredness beneath your smile, the years written softly across your face, at the falling snow so akin to your beauty.
and his denial of it all.
something unreadable crossed his expression, anger perhaps or grief. with him they often looked the same.
then his fingers tightened around yours hard enough to almost hurt. and somehow that hurt worse than if he had shouted.
because ryomen sukuna did not beg.
he did not cling.
yet here he was holding your hand like loosening his grip would make you disappear.
âpleaseâ you whispered, begging him to not make this so hard on you.
he nodded curtly.
this goodbye was inevitable.
firefly; i lowk really love the concept in sukunaâs and want to write a whole separate fic on it TT (we yes WE love angst)
instead, you stopped in the doorway and forgot how to move.
the room was quiet almost fragile. pale afternoon light leaked through the curtains in soft stripes, painting the sheets gold.
and there they were.
baby!yuji was sprawled across sukunaâs chest like a starfish, one chubby cheek smushed against bare skin and tiny fist tangled in the collar of your husbandâs shirt.
and sukuna..looked devastatingly human half-asleep.
his face was softened with exhaustion, eyes still closed, long lashes resting against his cheeks.
both their heads were a soft messy tuft of pink.
you felt your heart physically hurt.
and for a moment, neither of them noticed you.
until the floor creaked.
yuji stirs first with a tiny whine, blinking blearily. his little eyes are unfocused, heavy with sleep, and the second he spots you standing there his entire face lights up.
âmamaâŚâ it comes out all raspy and small his little hands reaching for you immediately without even sitting up properly.
and your husband, still barely conscious, tightens his arm around his son on instinct, protective even in slumber. his eyes crack open slowly.
âwhat..â he mutters, voice rough with sleep.
he sounds offended by consciousness itself it could not get more ridiculous and adorable than that.
you simultaneously want to laugh and pounce at him because he just looks so soft!
yuji continues make grabby hands at you and unable to resist you walk over, perching on the edge of the bed making the mattress slightly dip.
bad decision.
because suddenly both of them gravitate toward you like magnets.
yuji crawls directly onto your lap with all the coordination of a sleepy toddler, burying his face into your stomach while sukuna exhales deeply beside you, eyes already falling shut again as he tucks you close to his side almost pulling you on top of him.
someone is being clingy..
his cheek is warm against your neck, hair tickling your skin. he smells like sleep and something comforting you can never name properly.
âyouâve both been napping for so longâ you whisper, âitâs time to wake upâ while both of them grunt a daft refusal and curl into you tighter.
yuji is already dozing off again, tiny fingers curled into your shirt.
sukuna shifts quietly before mumbling, barely coherent, âcold without youâ
you blink at him.
then at the child asleep in your lap.
then back at sukuna, who seems to realize what he admitted a full three seconds too late because one eye opens again, glaring weakly.
âdonâtâ
âi didnât say anythingâ
âdonât let it get to your headâ
âoh itâs getting to my head alrightâ
he groans.
âtoo lateâ you grin.
despite the threat in his voice, he presses closer anyway, half asleep again before the conversation even finishes.
and somehow you too fall asleep surrounded by tangled blankets and warm bodies and terrible bedheads.
firefly; i just LOVE soft sleepy nap time fics itâs the most domestic thing ever RAHHH (do u guys want me to write longer fics? i kinda like the bite-sized format but lmk!)
and maybe he was finally being punished for the lineages heâd ended and the villages he had destroyed to deserve this.
a wife who became intellectual from the sake.
he approached you sure footed, he always knew where you were. just from the way you hugged your knees and gazed towards the sky he knew you were undoubtedly drunk.
you didnât even look at him when he sat down.
âi demanded your presenceâ he spoke settling into a pose slightly similar to yours.
you hummed absently, âi was thinking.â
youâd gone strangely quiet.
that was always the first sign.
no dramatics. no stumbling around his estate. no demanding affection or starting arguments for entertainment.
instead, you became thoughtful.
suddenly you turned in your spot on the engawa, noting the lucidity of the night, and the silence that followed with the rest of the palace workers gone to rest until the next day.
âmay i ask you a question my lord?â you patted sukunaâs thigh to get his attention.
he didnât move, nor reply but didnât object either.
âdo you think people like me are remembered?â
sukuna glanced sideways at you, âpeople like you?â
you picked up ur drink and tilted the cup slowly, watching the sake shift inside it.
âwomen beside powerful men.â
ah.
there it was.
that strange melancholy that sometimes surfaced when you drank too much.
sukuna knew it was not insecurity even if he didnât understand further, it still intrigued him how much it mattered for the human race, to be remembered.
âthe names of emperors are remembered,â you continued softly, âwarriors, clan heads, men who shape erasâ
crickets chirped and a low wind carried the scent of jasmines planted at your request, across the foyer.
âbut the women beside them become footnotes at best, most of them donât even make it to the scrollâ
sukuna rested one arm across his knee, keen on voicing his opinion, âyou care too much about historyâ
âi think history reveals what people consider valuableâ
your voice remained stoic, thoughtful.
âno one writes about the woman who sat beside the monster,â you murmured, âonly the monster himselfâ
a pause.
then sukuna turned his head slowly toward you, amusement flickering across his face.
âso i am a monster to you?â
you blinked at him.
âwell objectivelyâ
the silence afterward lasted exactly one second before sukuna barked out a laugh, âand yet you still sit beside meâ
âthatâs because Iâve already accepted i have questionable judgmentâ you wave your glass in the air dismissively, âstop changing the topic, kunaâ you scolded him.
the term, his name so lovingly shortened rolled of your tongue with such ease and no honorific, only dismissible due to your drunken state.
or maybe always.
sukuna chose not to comment on it, settling for a humble,
âhm.â
âin the grand scheme of things, what am i? if not just a speck in your lifeâ he opened his mouth ready to retort when you held up a hand, silencing him.
how did you not see your own importance? who else could command the king of curses in such a way?
âbut to me, this is everything. this is all i have and it makes it all the more precious..that it all just ends one dayâ you giggle a bit, melancholics a right of passage in this state.
âalas, forgottenâ you rest your cheek on your knee wistfully looking up at sukuna ready for him to speak.
but heâs silent, woeful and utterly silent.
could it be that youâd gone too far? the haze from the sake wasnât helping clearly you had misjudged, to get out of such a situation deemed to be a deplorable task even for the likes of you.
âforget i said that,â you mumble, a weak laugh caught in your throat, âthe sake is making me sentimentalâ
âhumans,â sukuna says quietly, âspeak of being forgotten because your lives are too short to endure insignificanceâ
his voice is absent of mockery.
âyou fear death less than you fear leaving no mark behindâ
your brows knit slightly, you hadnât expected him to understand at all.
he watches the lantern flame instead of you now.
âbut i have lived long enough to know memory is not mercyâ you watch the wind ruffle his peculiar crimson tinted hair as he speaks,
âentire eras rot inside me: names, faces, wars, prayersâ his expression hardens faintly ânone of them matter, time erodes all things evenly.â
for a moment, he looks exhausted by his own immortality. you had not expected that at all.
you swallow.
âthen whatâs the point?â you ask softly.
his eyes flick back to yours.
and for the first time that night, sukuna looks almost caught off guard by the answer forming within himself.
âthere is none,â he says. ânot in the grand scheme you speak ofâ he lightens his tone mocking the pitch of your voice and you smile faintly.
his gaze lowers briefly to your slumped posture, your tired eyes, the warmth of your knee brushing his side without fear.
âbut meaning was never something inherent.â
a pause.
âit is assignedâ
you feel the weight of the statement as sukuna leans back slightly, like the admission itself irritates him.
âdo you think i would sit here entertaining drunken philosophy for just anyone?â thereâs no softness in his tone. if anything, itâs sharp, defensive.
heâs offended by the importance of you in his life which makes it all the more devastating.
one day, when you passed on forgotten or not, he would remain and he would remember. you hadnât thought about it like that, you had thought only for yourself, the realization was jarring.
âcenturies pass like weather to me,â he murmurs. âyet i know the sound of your footsteps apart from others. i know when your silence means anger and when it means sorrow. i know when your kisses are thoughtless things, and when they linger like a final act.â
his jaw tightens subtly.
âso if all existence amounts to dust eventually..â his eyes narrow at you, almost accusingly, âthen explain why you alone remain.â
âyou donât even notice anything about me anymoreâ
youâre currently sitting on his lap, facing the brute and twirling a strand of your hair around your manicured finger.
sukuna licks his bottom lip, his hands suddenly clammy on their resting spot.
âyou dyed one strand of your hair a shade darkerâ he notes, tapping a steady rhythm on your waist.
âso you did notice,â you narrow your eyes at him.
sukuna already knows that look.
itâs the same look you had before accusing him of âemotionally unfollowingâ you because he used a period at the end of a text.
he should stop this now.
instead, stupidly, he hums âyup, noticed it this morningâ he actually didnât notice anything, but he couldnât lose.
you go quiet for a second. silently, you rub his shoulder noting the sheer amount of muscle under your grip while deep in thought.
âhmm, interestingâ
there it is.
sukunaâs grip on your waist tightens instinctively,âwhatâs interesting?â
you study him carefully like youâre piecing together evidence in a case.
ânothing,â you say softly.
âjust weird that you noticed that when it was a complete lieâ your boyfriendâs jaw drops open, âbut not the other thingâ you pout.
his eye twitches, âwhat other thingâ
you look away, âforget itâ
âno. say itâ
another pause. oh you were so evil.
then, quietly you whisper for dramatic flair, âmy accentâ
ââŚyour whatâ
âmy accentâ you blink at him innocently, âitâs gotten noticeably thicker over the past few weeksâ
sukuna stares at you in complete silence.
âyou donât hear it?â you ask, suddenly insecure âeveryone else doesâ you shrug.
his eyes bore down on you âwhat accentâ
âexactlyâ your voice turns wounded, âyou donât even listen when i talk anymoreâ
âyou were born twenty minutes away from meââ
not letting him finish, you grasp his collar and pull his stupid handsome face closer to you, âtell me who she is sukuna, who is this other woman you are so focused on that you wonât pay attention to me?â
you pronounce each word heavily, emphasizing your previous point of your accent thickening ofcourse.
he actually feels a headache forming.
you sigh and start tracing invisible patterns into his hoodie.
âitâs okay,â you murmur sadly, âi kinda noticed the emotional distance alreadyâ
âthere is no other girl and no emotional distanceâ
âmhmâ
he tucks a strand a strand of hair behind your ear before gently holding the side of your face, âthere isnât.â
âsukunaâŚâ you say gently, like youâre explaining something difficult to a child, âthree days ago i used british slang and you didnât react at allâ
he blinks, âwhat british slangâ
âi said mentalâ
ââŚthatâs your evidence?â
âif you cared about me and loved me you wouldâve noticed iâm gradually becoming britishâ
sukuna has to physically look away from you for a second.
because this is how it always happens.
you say something so insane that his brain stalls long enough for you to build an entire false narrative around it.
last month you convinced him you could feel when he was about to annoy you âthrough vibrations in the airâ
before that, you accused him of making you âfeel geometrically unsafeâ
he still doesnât know what that means.
another day, you claimed couples start biologically syncing after enough time together and therefore if you were tired, technically he had no right to be energetic.
and somehow the conversation ended with him apologizing.
he still doesnât know how you did that.
âyou know what i think?â you continue quietly.
he already hates where this is going.
âI think youâve gotten too comfortable.â
âtoo comfortableâ he indulges you, for the time being.
you nod sadly, âlike you think iâll always just be hereâ
you gesture vaguely to yourself, âmeanwhile iâm literally changing as a person right in front of youâ
sukuna raises a brow, âbecause you said âmentalâ once?â
âtwice, actuallyâ
he laughs before he can stop himself.
you immediately narrow your eyes again, âwow, oh my god, iâm being vulnerable and youâre laughing!â
his chest shakes under your palm trying to hold in his chuckle âbecause you sound insane babyâ
you cross your arms over your chest not before swatting his grip away from your waist, âthatâs really hurtful considering what iâm going through culturallyâ
âCULTURALLY?â
âyou wouldnât get it,â you mutter âyouâve always been close-mindedâ you wave a dismissive hand at him.
sukuna drops his head against your shoulder, shoulders shaking once again with restrained laughter.
and the worst part is you perk up instantly at that.
because now you know youâre winning.
and fuck he loves you so much, he wants you to win.
âthere,â you say smugly, petting his crimson hair, âthatâs the most affection youâve shown me all week. see how i have to manipulate you into caring?â
you both grin at each other.
firefly; hi guys iâm back who else cheered (medschool got too serious ><)
the apartment is too quiet for a place that now holds three people.
it shouldnât be.
baby!yujiâs asleep in the bassinet beside the bed.
you sit at the edge of the mattress, shoulders curved inward, fingers loosely clasped in your lap.
heâs been asleep for twenty minutes.
you know that because youâve been watching the clock. you canât even look at him.
itâs second hand ticks louder than it should.
sukunaâs in the hallway, shoulders held taut despite the clear exhaustion from work. heâs waiting.
âstill awake?â his voice cuts through the room, softer than usual.
âyeahâ you swallow, shifting slightly.
sukunaâs eyes seem to scan the room, landing back on you.
âyou didnât eatâ
feigning normalcy had started to weigh on you.
you let out a small, humorless breath,
âi donât think i was meant to be his motherâ
followed by silence.
sukuna feels an unfamiliar hollowness in your words.
surely you donât actually mean that. right?
âdo not say things you donât meanâ he steps towards you only to sharply halt when you stiffen.
as if his closeness would break something weak.
âdonât invalidate meâ you feel it, a flare of anger at his words, at his disbelief.
it dies out when you realize that maybe youâre the anomaly.
maybe youâre the only one whoâs felt like this.
towards her own son.
sukuna feels it too, a sharp retort building maybe something along the lines of,
âi see through your bluff wife, it is not invalidation, simply recognitionâ but he bites his tongue.
this was a fragile situation and sukuna needed to tread with caution.
âiâm sorryâ he tries again, you feel irritated you donât need his apologies or pity.
âjust leave me alone,â you feel entirely alone.
âtalk to meâ he says.
you glare at him annoyed, ânoâ
âtalk to meâ he repeats, his tone stern.
you let out an exasperated groan, âdidnât you hear me? i donât want toâ
sukuna reigns it in, a hail-mary attempt to somehow get to you, to reach his wife.
âplease?â
an invitation⌠you sigh, giving in.
you pat the space next to you, sukuna walks over his gait wearily heavy, the bed dips with his weight and your arms brush.
youâre reminded of the times when youâd had a crush on him and would blush at just the slight contact.
now you feel nothing, you feel numb.
âi am repulsed by the action of feeding him, can you believe that?â you look to the side, catching his eye expecting disgust.
âa normal human necessity, and i hate it, every timeâ you wait for any change in his expression, you wait for hatred.
there is none.
you continue, âi feel like thereâs something latched onto my body feeding on me, itâs literally my own son but i canât-â
your voice breaks, tears welling up âand i try..i try so hard to see him, like those magic paintings if you squint hard enough and look at it in the perfect angle, it forms a perfect imageâ
âbut, iâm just so tired of squintingâ
you break down pulling your knees in close and tucking your face in.
a most devastating sight, sukuna wouldnât categorize it as anything but.
he sees himself return to the flame, the anger heâd made himself at home with, his helplessness at your expense.
âitâs not supposed to be easyâ his voice comes out, careful yet rough around the edges,
âitâs your first time being a mother, why are you so hard on your self?â
he doesnât know how to word his thoughts, he hopes it translates over to you, he prays it does.
âyou think i donât notice? your guilt, your shame, your dwindling sparkleâ
he says your name like a whispered plea.
âlet me help youâ
you spiral further, guttural sobs youâd tried so hard to hold back ricochet through your chest.
you didnât even notice how bad it had gotten.
holed up in this room, not allowing yourself a break, not asking for help from others for the sake of being considered a bad mother.
no one spoke about this, everyone made motherhood seem so magical.
but this.
this was the reality, overlooked by so many people.
for sukuna to be a safe space, for him to hold you, whispering soft reassurances and sweet nothings.
it meant everything.
you finally remove your face from his chest, having melted into a puddle earlier, a pang of embarrassment hits you and you try to shy away.
but sukuna holds you back, his arms firm around your waist, a sense of grounding.
âiâll take time offâ sukuna suggests cocking his head to the side, âto take care of the bratâ
you wipe at your lower lash line, âthatâs not realistic kunaâ
âdoesnât matterâ he stands up, pulling you upright with him, he places a tender kiss to your forehead âmy wife doesâ
you feel the color return to your cheeks, as if youâd been in a haze, having him here made you feel more present in the moment than before.
you both glance at yuji, sleeping soundly in his cot.
âthings will have to changeâ sukuna speaks and you nod lightly, he continues, âiâll be with you every step of the wayâ
you feel a small smile tug on your lips.
things would have to change, for the better.
firefly; helloooo! i have been working on this for ages because post-partum depression is no joke and so under-studied. there is basically no awareness for it for first time moms. as someone whoâs only a uni student and has no first-hand experience on this, i based this off of my mother as she spoke to me about the ppd she faced when my little brother was a newborn. sigh, it is so sad seeing how less this is talked about and there are basically no support groups young moms can turn to. please do read up on this, a very important topic thatâs brushed under the rug due to societal stigma. in no way do i condone any negativity towards pregnancy/motherhood. women are so strong and beautiful they can do it all with the right amount of support and caređ
ty to the awesome @sehuniexo for the request (sorry this took so long)
hellooo to every lovely person that's read, interacted or enjoyed my work. i just hit 5K followers on here and i'm so speechless, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou from the bottom of my heart (ââ Ö ââ)âĄ
when i started this account back in january'26, i never thought it would grow to be loved by so many. i wrote my first ever fic (here) in a boring class and i showed it to my friend asking if i should post it. she found it funny that i chose that particular topic to write about (that dad!satoru pill was too strong) and urged me to post it because she thought it was so cute. props to her, because if she didn't motivate me then i wouldn't have started this account at all! when i posted i immediately got five likes and i was the happiest person alive, five people read and liked my work? imagine five strangers coming up to you and complimenting you, i was soaring through the air! for that first fic to be at 12.5k likes now and to be loved by so many, i could cry.
all of your support, your love, your comments, reblogs, likes and follows have meant the entire world to me, i am so so very grateful for the love i've received on this platform. it feels like i've found my little corner of the internet filled with sweethearts (all of you).
for simple fluff fics to be loved by the community shows that we all want a little softness in our life, to anyone reading this who wants to post their work, i urge you: do not hesitate, just post!
here's to many many more fics to come in this lovely fandom.
OKAY NOW ON TO THE EVENT:
as someone who's always had requests off because i wanted to write my own thing, for this specific milestone, i will be turning my requests on! from these requests that you guys hopefully send in i will choose 5 of them that intrigue me the most!
these five fics will be prioritized and written consecutively for my milestone event. but before you start sending in your requests please read below for the RULES:
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž No smut (i know i know, i will sometimes write suggestive themes but this account is completely smut free)
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž No minor characters (i don't believe in aging characters up)
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž No incest, rape, abuse of any sort, and no bestiality (this includes hybrids)
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž Only jjk requests allowed exclusively (this page is only for jjk and sometimes zuko)
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž Characters you can request: gojo, sukuna, toji, choso, nanami, geto and higuruma
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž Please be mindful that I will be picking 5 requests for the event (but do not be discouraged, if i like a request i may get to it after the event!)
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž BE KIND, BE LOVELY AND DON'T FORGET TO BE CREATIVE (i will pour all my love and effort into your requests
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž Go on! Don't be shy let's see what the people want to read.
firefly; 5000 people follow me, i feel so flustered, i'll be so shy now
p.s: thankyou, i'm so so so grateful
p.p.s: lowk nervous turning on my asks, i hope i don't get unnecessary hate, plus with the whole burn book situation going on.. please love and support your authors and stop spreading hateful agenda!
p.p.p.s: UGH I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH (internet hug and kisses for you all)
cw: theyâre all kinda insane, slight choking in sukunaâs
includes: gojo, toji, geto & sukuna (mdni !!)
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž satoru gojo
you bite your bottom lip stifling a giggle before stepping into satoruâs car. he picked you up so regularly that it had now become routine.
even if he had to go in the completely opposite direction for your office, he never did mind going an extra mile for you, in anything.
the air smells fresh and so much like him. satoru looks up from his phone when he hears the door click open. before youâve even properly gotten into the seat heâs pulling you in for a kiss, his soft pink lips grinning wide.
âhi babyâ he whispers near your ear, âhow was work?â he questions, before his gaze drops to the reddish spot on your neck.
a hickey? he hadnât seen you last night, and..it looked recent.
âhi satoruâ you blink your lashes sweetly at him and then launch into a rant about work.
you make sure to smile and laugh, as if nothing was wrong. touching his arm and rubbing his hand with your thumb affectionately, as you usually did.
despite your multiple attempts to distract him, satoruâs eyes have not left the spot on your neck, a storm brewing in his gaze.
his jaw ticks, almost dangerously before he points a finger at your neck.
âhowâd you get that?â
a master of facade, you look dumbfounded, leaning forward to tilt the rearview mirror towards you.
you pretend to inspect the reddish spot that you totally didnât put there with a little makeup magic.
âoh um-â you act flustered, âi mightâve burnt myself doing my hair in the morningâ
satoru leans forward too, his large hand coming to rest on the spot right over your pulse. you hiss not from pain but rather the pressure of his thumb, wiping at it.
âhuhâ he breathes out.
huh???
you smile awkwardly giving a small shrug of your shoulder. your expression immediately drops, as satoru puts the car into gear and takes off.
your back hits the seat from the impact and you scramble to pull your seatbelt on.
âwaitâ slow down!â you gasp, eyes flitting between your boyfriend and the increasing speed of the car.
satoruâs knuckles turn white on the steering wheel, his veins standing out from the sheer pressure it takes to turn sharply, at the intersection.
you whimper in your seat, your legs squeezed together and palms a little sweaty. youâd never seen him act like this, except the times when heâd get slightly jealous or possessive.
but this..this was different, a sort of uncontrolled rage.
âlisten sa-â you cringe at the way your own voice breaks, âtoru, it was just a prank, see! itâs just makeupâ you present the makeup youâd used, out of your pocket as proof.
âletâs talk when we get home alright, sweetheart?â satoru tilts his head towards you, his eyes a darker tinge of blue and his words hinting at something more.
oh shit.
you were in trouble.
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž toji fushiguro
deciding on unwinding before he gets back you stand infront of the mirror, removing your face mask and starting your night-time skincare routine.
you draw on a fake hickey with your liptint.
a satisfied hum leaves your lips as you start pulling on your sheet mask, eagerly waiting for your boyfriends arrival.
itâs not long before, tojiâs muscular figure fills up the entire doorway as he leans against it, bags under his eyes.
his exhaustion was evident so you make a mental note to light a lavender candle later to lull you both to sleep. but first, letâs mess with him a little bit.
âyouâre homeâ you cheer, âi would hug you but my hands are filled with the toner i just usedâ you gesture at him in the mirror.
his eyes meet yours through it as he stands behind you, letting out a deep sigh âdonât worry about itâ he nods.
toji was always understanding towards your routines, he found them interesting and would even join you on occasion.
but currently he had a blank expression on his face, his gaze flitting from your face to the reddened spot on your neck.
you sing a soft tune, swaying your hips slightly and passing a quick smile to him, âhow was your day?â
toji grunts, rubbing the back of his neck. he clearly didnât want to talk about it, indicating that something else was on his mind.
that, being the mysterious hickey on your neck.
âdid you go out?â he asks
ânope!â you answer earnestly, looking at the mirror, you lick your bottom lip detecting a feral look on your boyfriend.
he seemed..hungry for something.
a sharp exhale leaves your lips as youâre swiftly turned around by tojiâs hands on your hips, his fingers digging in slightly.
âwhaââ the question barely leaves your mouth before his lips are on your neck. toji licks at the false hickey and then bites down, as if to prove a point.
you instinctively tilt your head to the side, a motion engraved into you like muscle memory to give him easier access.
toji barks out a laugh, his hand coming down to swat your ass âtastes just like your lipstick, babeâ
you groan pushing at his shoulder, he does not budge, âit was a prank âjiâ
âyeah, yeahâ he drones, âletâs give you a real one, for future reference?â he concludes and then dives back in.
you could never win with him.
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž suguru geto
suguru had been grading papers for most of the day, and youâd been waiting oh so impatiently for him to finish.
it was almost dark now, the light filtering in through the curtain getting dimmer and your patience dwindling with it.
so naturally you decided to prank suguru with a fake hickey.
jittery you pad across the room, tilting suguruâs chair and slipping into his lap, your arms behind his neck.
âheyâ you nuzzle into his chest, then move away to catch his lips in a quick peck, âwhen will you be done?â
suguruâs eyes drop down to your lips, a small smile tugging on his own, âiâm sorry itâs taking so longâ he says with a slight frown.
the rivulets on his forehead deepen when he notices the little red bruise on your neck, certainly not placed there by him.
youâd been out on some errands and suguruâs mind wanders, thinking of how you couldâve hurt yourself.
he simply refused to believe that, that was a hickey.
suguru carefully places down his pen, adjusting his papers neatly, you swallow feeling the shift in his energy.
he was serious now, and a bit stiff under your weight.
he leans closer to your neck, inspective. suguru's grip tightens on your waist as he starts to kiss you all over your neck.
it's embarassing how quickly you sigh into his embrace, soft sounds of contentment leaving your lips.
"who did this"
"nobody"
he kisses your neck tenderly, "does he kiss you like this?" he moves back to observe you shaking your head no.
"and like this?" he sucks on the sensitive spot right below you ear eliciting a moan from you. "how about here?" he moves on to the point your shoulder meets your neck.
his glossy long hair brushes against your skin making you squirm. you giggle, highly flustered and cheeks much more flushed than youâd like, "okay it tickles!" you push his face away just to see a cocky grin on it.
"it was just makeup sugu" you pout.
he shakes his head, highly amused "i'll get back to you when i finish this" he pats your thigh and goes back to work.
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž ryomen sukuna
you'd been summoned for a meal shared with the king of curses, your wedded lord.
and you were late.
applying a rosey tinge using a wildberry on your neck for said deception, had taken up much more time than you'd anticipated.
sukunaâs already in a foul mood when you arrive.
you sit across from him at the kototsu.
although he is far, his eyes are sharp as ever and so the mysterious hue on your neck doesnât miss his notice.
you flatten out your clothes, feeling a bit nervous due to the sudden drop in temperature. you try to initiate conversation.
only to be cut off.
âwhatâs that?â
âsorry?â
âi said. whatâs that?â he repeats his tone dangerous.
you fight to keep a neutral expression, âi donât understand, my lordâ
you flinch as the bowl sukuna was drinking from crunches in his grasp, shards of glass crashing down and undoubtedly pressing into his skin.
bleeding crimson.
blood drips down onto the floor as he clenches his fist tighter, his face unfazed, awaiting ofcourse, for your answer.
youâd had your fill, and now instead of being amused, you were mad.
âitâs just a simple jest my lord! why must you react so theatrically?â
âif my wife is hurt, or has been taken advantage of you expect me to sit still?â his eyes narrow.
you huff, throwing up your hands, âso, is hurting yourself the solution?â
sukuna stalks up, his steps towards you are heavy and unmeasured displaying how undone he is by you.
his lower hand reaches out to grab your throat, not harsh but with a certain pressure, his large tattooed finger taps your pulse.
he looks down at you, all four of his eyes roaming over your face, âthis is mine.â all you see is red, âall of it, youâre mineâ he bites out.
you push his hand away, glaring at him for treating you so, âyou are so pathetic when youâre jealousâ you spit out, brows furrowed ready to take on all of him if thatâs what it took.
sukuna grinds his teeth, the motion ragged on his carved jaw, and then his lower hands pick you up throwing you over his shoulder.
he starts walking towards your private chambers whispering a curt âiâll show you pathetic.â
you stare at the paper slotted through your bedroomâs door for a solid ten seconds before getting up, and picking it up.
you unfold it.
there in unmistakable penmanship is a small illustration of your husband with a sad frown and scribbled next to it: âthis couch is ruining my spine, if i die itâs on youâ
taking in a deep breath, your patience at its limits, you tear the paper into neat parts and open your door.
satoru whoâd been anticipating your response, perks up over the couch only to watch his missives flutter down to the floor, crushed just like his hope for reconciliation.
ââŚwowâ he mutters, âcoldâ
itâs not as if he didnât deserve it.
he had been on your case, hovering over you, questioning everything, poking you.
you were overstimulated.
so what better solution than to kick your beloved out and finally enjoy some peace?
the mansion had so many other rooms! he could sleep anywhere!
but ofcourse, personal space was a foreign concept in the gojo household and so he remained outside your door.
writing you stupid chitsâŚ
i also miss you. but itâs mostly my spine
i think this is illegal. pretty sure the geneva convention says you canât exile your husband
i just checked. it doesnât. but it SHOULD
p.s: can you reply, i donât know what to do with myself
we havenât spoken in a while, so i thought why not update you in case youâre worried? current activity: sitting outside my wifeâs door. thinking about my poor life choices. missing her terribly
iâm starting to forget what you look like. tragic. we should get a painting made of us. regency style. hang it up in the living room so i can jerk off to the portrait of my wife.
you sketch out a small middle finger, passing it back through the door in response.
too..far? i meant it tho. as long as youâre okay with it. also atleast that got you to reply to me. feels like we havenât spoken in ages. iâm gonna be shy when we see eachother next.
p.s: hopefully soon
p.p.s: we will see eachother other right?
on a serious note, iâm sorry. i shouldnât have done that. i was being annoying on purpose.
rsvp: gojo satoru in your bed, tonight, mayhaps?
you chuckle to yourself, clicking open the door and being engulfed in all six foot something embrace of gojo satoru himself.
firefly; IM SO SORRY FOR NEGLECTING MY BEAUTIFUL BLUE EYED GLORIOUS KING, i havenât written for satoru in ages, this was so fun âŕ˝´Í â
more toru (and yes i know him personally like that)
you had been for the past ten minutes, away from his shrine, you'd been exploring the forest, testing the limits.
the moment you heard a twig crack, you picked up the hem of your dress and then it was you versus how far your legs could take you.
the withered trees of the forest pass you by in a haze, you train your gaze forward not caring for wherever your feet land, a desperate attempt to run.
your heart beat thunders in your chest and suddenly you are aware.
he's right behind you.
debating whether to risk a glance your eyes dart to your peripherals, seeing the flash of pink, a body of muscle.
birds fly up at your intrusion through the forest, maybe they too sense your adrenaline, peaked to inhumane levels. the flap of their wings reaches your ears heightening your senses even further.
you hear it then, the thump of foot falls the feeling of incoming doom.
you clutch your dress tighter, teeth grinding down against each other, you tense your body further picking up pace, breath held to conserve energy. your mind and soul focused on one thought: escape.
falling victim to a barely there ditch your ankle twists uncomfortably to the side, you breathe in a sharp hiss. there is no time to assess the pain, you duck under a tree branch continuing on, despite the hindrence.
the ground seems to give, and your breath releases in a swift gust as you're lifted off your feet, back into his arms.
he pulls you just enough for you to feel the heat of him at your back, his presence eclipsing everything else.
"caught ya" sukuna sneers, leaning into the crook of your neck and inhaling deep, as if the mere time you were away had stolen something from him.
leaves crunch under his steps while he walks over to a tree settling down against the bark while you catch your breath, carrying you as if you weighed nothing.
you lay limp falling back into old habits, your head against his chest as he engulfs you fully. you do not know where you end and where he begins.
cracking an eye open, the pattering inside your chest finally coming to a normal pace, you find four of his blazing eyes all over your form.
your face, your hands, your ankle.
"ah" he remarks, his lower arm reaches to inspect it, his touch so devastatingly tender. you can't help but melt further as he heals you with his technique.
"thankyou.." you say, earnestly.
sukuna barks out a laugh, "would it not be customary for you to be upset now wife?"
you groan, hiding your face and accompanied embarassment behind your sleeve, "ryomen, do not tease me"
making a disgruntled sound, he moves your sleeve away, turning you around so he could see your face, "tell me, why does it please you to flee each time I approach you in my forest? do you take such delight in teasing your husband?â
you grunt back, mimicking his tone "you never let me win"
sukuna leans his head against yours, a small smile playing on his lips, he speaks âwinning was never the point, you run because you know iâll followâ
you pause to think, narrowing your eyes to gauge the truth in his.
"why bother if i'm so troublesome, my lord?" you glance back at him "if you truly wanted me goneâŚyou wouldnât keep followingâ
your eyes flicker, just for a second, to where his hand had been, so carefully inspecting and healing your ankle and then back to him.
âso what does that make us?â
you see the shift in his gaze, taken aback by your words before he covers it up with his cocky grin, "fools" he cocks his head to side and pats your thigh "nothing i can't handle"
you flush a color akin to his hair, your face hot all of a sudden, sukuna chooses not to remark further and carries you back to his shrine, his grip gentle particularly near your ankle.
hellooo to every lovely person that's read, interacted or enjoyed my work. i just hit 5K followers on here and i'm so speechless, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou from the bottom of my heart (ââ Ö ââ)âĄ
when i started this account back in january'26, i never thought it would grow to be loved by so many. i wrote my first ever fic (here) in a boring class and i showed it to my friend asking if i should post it. she found it funny that i chose that particular topic to write about (that dad!satoru pill was too strong) and urged me to post it because she thought it was so cute. props to her, because if she didn't motivate me then i wouldn't have started this account at all! when i posted i immediately got five likes and i was the happiest person alive, five people read and liked my work? imagine five strangers coming up to you and complimenting you, i was soaring through the air! for that first fic to be at 12.5k likes now and to be loved by so many, i could cry.
all of your support, your love, your comments, reblogs, likes and follows have meant the entire world to me, i am so so very grateful for the love i've received on this platform. it feels like i've found my little corner of the internet filled with sweethearts (all of you).
for simple fluff fics to be loved by the community shows that we all want a little softness in our life, to anyone reading this who wants to post their work, i urge you: do not hesitate, just post!
here's to many many more fics to come in this lovely fandom.
OKAY NOW ON TO THE EVENT:
as someone who's always had requests off because i wanted to write my own thing, for this specific milestone, i will be turning my requests on! from these requests that you guys hopefully send in i will choose 5 of them that intrigue me the most!
these five fics will be prioritized and written consecutively for my milestone event. but before you start sending in your requests please read below for the RULES:
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž No smut (i know i know, i will sometimes write suggestive themes but this account is completely smut free)
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž No minor characters (i don't believe in aging characters up)
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž No incest, rape, abuse of any sort, and no bestiality (this includes hybrids)
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž Only jjk requests allowed exclusively (this page is only for jjk and sometimes zuko)
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž Characters you can request: gojo, sukuna, toji, choso, nanami, geto and higuruma
ŕ˝ŕ˝˛ŕ˝ŕž Please be mindful that I will be picking 5 requests for the event (but do not be discouraged, if i like a request i may get to it after the event!)
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firefly; 5000 people follow me, i feel so flustered, i'll be so shy now
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something soft, feather-like keeps brushing against sukunaâs cheek. promptly waking up from his deep slumber sukuna patâs it to get rid off of the ticklish feeling.
only to discover, that itâs your hair. youâre squirming in his arms. noting the irregular movement sukuna cracks an eye open, observing you.
your breaths come in deep gusts, face scrunched up and lower lip trembling, it takes him a moment to gauge what is happening.
youâre having a nightmare.
soft whimpers leave your lips as you continue to squirm in his hold. sukuna feels a tight knot building, the sight of you in pain like a vice in the back of his throat.
his grip on you tightens and his other hand comes up to stroke your hair, a comforting gesture to assure you that heâs here, that you were safe.
a tear rolls down your cheek accompanied by a choked sob.
sukuna presses a tender kiss to the side of your forehead, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your waist, he whispers âwake up, will you?â heâs embarrassed by the shaky lilt in his tone.
you hastily oblige, back from the spiral down in your sub-consciousness. pupils dilated and lips parted you say your husbandâs name, your relief evident.
without giving you time to adjust, sukuna pulls you in tighter, his precious wife, why couldnât he just soak up all your pain? what was it that bothered you so to disturb you even in sleep.
he feels awkward, too big, too rough, too robotic. it is only your soft hum when being brought into his embrace that comforts him.
you completely melt, no space remaining between the two of you as you lay intertwined.
he doesnât question what your dream was about, he would listen if you wanted to tell him, but knowing his wife whoâs far too exhausted, he lulls you back to sleep, no questions asked.
the end of your world shouldnât be his fault, but it is, but it is.
under sukunaâs observation, you always seemed to have small things you did in routine, and since the two of you had gotten married theyâd increased in frequency.
currently youâre curled up in bed next to him, scrolling on your phone, where he is obliged to watch because according to you, this is âbonding timeâ.
âi donât want to watch thisâ he flicks your screen, moving onto the next video.
your features scrunch up into a frown, âbut i do!â you scroll back.
sukuna pokes your cheek with a finger, âi donâtâ
âsince when did you get so demanding?â you raise a brow.
âyou married meâ he remarks.
âactually you proposed, twice, remember?â you pause thoughtfully, for nostalgia ofcourse âbut this is important, let me watchâ
sukuna playfully rolls his eyes, âyou watch liquids with weird consistencies and people calling it a âslime unboxingâ what is so important about this?â
you huff, stray piece of your hair flying up, âi watch it because itâs satisfyingâ
âoh right satisfyingâ he mocks your tone.
âkuna!â you nudge his side, and he laughs, his arm which you were currently laying on pulls you in tighter so he could nuzzle your cheek.
âiâm trying to relax and youâre laughing!â you say with a dramatic flare, resuming the video with a pout.
and then suddenly out of nowhere, a small head of pink hair pops up between the two of you under the blanket, little eyes focused on the âslime unboxingâ playing on your phone.
you exchange a look with your husband before you burst into laughter, clutching your stomach.
baby!yuji blinks staring at you and then his father, as if his appearance out of thin air was completely normal.
catching your breath, you rub a stray tear of joy from the side of your eye, lightly tugging your sonâs cheek, âyuji, when did you get here?â
he thinks, quite hard for a three year old then replies bluntly, âyuji walkâ
without any explanation, sukuna picks yuji up lifting him into the air while laying down on his back. yuji now completely helpless, flails around giggling.
âhow did you get here son?â sukuna blows raspberryâs onto yujiâs tummy, causing him to erupt into further bouts of giggles.
âi walk! i walk!â yuji exclaims kicking his legs with excitement.
you rest your face on sukunaâs shoulder, your cheek smushed up, as you suggest âi think he flewâ
âyeah? did you fly son? like this?â he moves yuji around the air like a plane, âdoes yuji have powers?â sukunaâs voice booms out, full of endearment.
yuji covers his face with his tiny hands, smiling and shaking his head no.
âi think we believe himâ you nod, meeting your husbands gaze and returning yuji to his rightful slot between the two of you.
the slime unboxing video continues with one unwilling and two willing viewers.
light clicks from the blinker fill the car, as sukuna diverts the vehicle to a halt on the side of the road.
rain patters down onto the glass windows, obstructing visibility.
âseems like a cloud burstâ he remarks, breath fogging up the air.
engulfed as if in a cloud the windows fog up leaving you both at the mercy of each otherâs company.
you damn yourself, for having ended up in such a situation.
you both sit in off-putting silence, sukuna drumming an unknown rhythm onto the steering wheel.
his gaze flicks to you and you feel it from your peripherals. the air suddenly seems charged with something elseâŚ
drawing swirls onto the window, the remnants of the fog on your finger tips linger with a chill, you try to forget about what led you here.
a chance encounter after work, youâd forgotten to bring your umbrella, he offered to drive you home and you innocently thought what could possibly go wrong?
well, everything.
you clearly werenât over sukuna and a month after the break up you both being in such close proximity wasnât doing wonders for your moving on agenda.
so much for needing space from himâŚ
âdonât see you around muchâ he comments again, why canât he just sit in silence and let this moment pass, you think.
âyou live on the other side of townâ you blurt out fast, wanting no-needing this conversation to be over.
âthey treating you alright at that place?â he meant work.
you nod, looking away, suddenly finding the raindrops very interesting.
âwe donât have to make small talk ku-sukunaâ the nickname almost slips past your lips.
unfortunately for you, your ex has excellent hearing and thus this little mistake doesnât escape his notice.
âkunaâ he lets out a surprisingly soft laugh âmiss hearing your pretty little voice calling me thatâ you swore you could hear the smile in his tone, looking over your suspicion was confirmed.
you feel your heartbeat speeding up. how charming, you understood why you fell for him.
âyou canât-â feeling a nervous edge in your tone you clear your throat, trying again âyou canât talk to me like thatâ
âlike what?â
âin that way, not anymoreâ youâre really trying to be assertive, but itâs hard, youâre not used to this.
he waves his hand as if dismissing the topic. âmiss seeing you around angel, is that so bad?â he nods his head at you, a sheepish grin painting his face. but there was something beneath it, a worry of some sort.
âitâs not, itâs justâŚnot mutualâ you lie straight through your teeth.
âitâs okay, you donât hafta,â his tone is casual yet again you feel the weight behind it. he knows youâre lying.
âguess weâre stuck here we might as well catch upâ
he sighs, leaning back with both hands behind his head his toned muscles flexing against the movement.
your breath hitches at the sight, âiâm not interestedâ you blabber out, trying to cover up the effect he still had on you.
he grins over at you, âya scared of me or what?â
flustered you throw up your hands âwhy would i be scared of you?â
âyouâre all squished up against the doorâ he points a tattooed finger towards you current position, âi donât bite, loveâ
then lower, almost a whisper âatleast not in that wayâ
a chill surges up your spine as you feel the energy shift in the space occupied by you two. he always seemed to have that effect on you. sitting in such close proximity to him you kept imagining his hands on you.
you couldnât help but be reminded of how good he used to make you feel.
you consider jumping out of the car, but influenza is a bitch and you fear being hypothermic so you stay put, blatantly ignoring his previous comment.
but you do shift a bit closer, relaxing into the seat, he was right you had been tense. why did he always read you so well?
releasing a satisfied hum sukuna leans back into his chair once again, his head tilted against the window but you knew even then his attention was on you.
it seemed in your moment of distraction the rain had started to fall down harder than before, the car swaying a bit from the impact of harsh wind.
you let out a low chuckle, sukuna shifts in his seat to look over at you, his expression quizzical.
âwhatâs so funny, doll?â
âwhy do i always end up in such a situationâ
âwhat could that possibly meanâ heâs even more confused now.
âitâs almost comical, stuck in the rain with my ex, what sort of cheap movie plot is this?â
sukuna on the other hand thinks that due to some good deed in his past life (he was incredibly wrong) he had lucked out extremely. in your sweet presence, he felt calmer, more himself, he hadn't felt like that in weeks.
however this wasnât a chance encounter at all, heâd been lingering outside your workplace, hoping to catch a glimpse of you, maybe play your knight in shining armor, amidst the down-pour.
you always did forget to bring an umbrella, who knew that better than him? you wanted space, he gave you space were four weeks not enough?
"yeah?" he questions, his mind clearly adrift. how did he lose you? how did he mess up so bad?
the car's heating turned off to conserve fuel, you shudder due to the wind cooling the temperature of the car, your heart that was ablaze not doing much to settle the cold.
sukuna takes off his jacket without hesitation, handing it to you out of instinct.
"your attempts at reconciliation will not work" you enunciate each word heavily, begrudgingly accepting the jacket, again hypothermia was no joke.
sukuna shakes his head, smiling to himself, oh how he'd missed you and your stubborness, especially your stubborness.
you lean your face on your hand, the jackets sleeve acting as a cushion due to its much larger size. "so how's your new girlfriend?"
sukuna leans too, mimicking your pose "she's sweet"
your face heats up, you hadn't expected him to reply so earnestly, it had only been a month, it was only you who was a fool then still stuck on him you guessed.
"tell me more" you swallow down any feelings of envy.
"she asks a lot of questions, i guess she's curious about me"
you nod half-heartedly at his words, you wish he'd stop, you didn't want to hear about another woman in his life, even if you had asked.
"she keeps me in a loop you know?" he gestures around with his tattooed hands, hands so familiar to you "says one thing but means another" he smirks, a glint in his eyes when they meet yours.
"has the prettiest lips" his eyes drop down to yours, "and she gives the sweetest kisses", you lick your bottom lip instinctively, the burn in your chest simmers down replaced by a fluttering feeling.
he was talking about you.
sukuna inhales a sharp breath, his hand tightens into a fist, an attempt at self restraint, he would do anything to kiss you right now, it was exceptionally difficult to exercise control.
so imagine his surprise when you pull him in first, your hands creep behind his neck scratching at the nape and your lips press softly onto his as if testing the limits.
the kiss is slow, at first.
and then his tongue is inside your mouth, rediscovering, reclaiming. weeks, almost a month away from you had weighed down on him heavily. he wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to remind you of him, so youâd never forget.
the temperature in the car rises, your sounds and his words left unsaid drowned out by the pouring rain outside.
sukuna's hand slides down your side, a possessive grip on your waist, and you whimper embarrassingly quick into his mouth. he feels a surge through him, a flare of anger towards anyone else getting to experience you like this. he had to lay claim first.
he pulls back from the kiss, both of your breaths catching, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his.
"i'm sorry, i miss you, please baby come back to me"
his desperation is evident, and old habits die hard, you nod embracing him again.
firefly; three posts in a row, who am i? (this was in my drafts for ages i hope you guys enjoyed)
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