Pages of cages

All I hear are screams..

[l1ttledeadpoet]

~Menu: short true form Sukuna x reader

The room was entirely shrouded in darkness, all the windows locked and all curtains drawn. In the early mornings as it was, in the king size bed lay two figures, the bed sheets ruffled and the duvet strewn across the floor.

It might have been freezing outside, but in the little world existing between them two, the cold might've been non existent.

One of his left arm substituted for the pillow that lay at his feet; his other left arm was underneath you, pulling you against him. His right arm encased your face in his chest and the lower arm supported your hip which flushed with his- your legs entangled in his.

Face buried in his chest, you had been drifting between the realm of sleep and consciousness, listening to the sound of his heart, which regardless of how monstrous to the world he looked, it sounded unreasonable human.

"Sukuna." You whisper softly, feeling somewhat giddy.

He shifts, though still asleep, leaning into you.

"Sukuna." You whisper yet again, bringing your your icy hands to his face.

The lower set of his eyes flicker open, a rumbling coming from his depths. "Not now."

You shiver deliciously not out of any cold, your fingers remain splayed on his face as he pulls you closer.

"I love you." He grunts in response, eyes flickering close.

You pinch his cheek lightly and whisper again, "tell me you love me."

He sighs, "later." He mumbles, bringing up a hand to shake off yours.

"Sukuna Ryomen, you better tell me you love me or I'll throw up a fuss." You were grinning widely, in contrast to the scowl on his face which wasn't as potent as he thought.

"You pesky thing," he rasps, opening his eyes then rolling them.

"I love you, okay?"

You hum, "better."

He chuckles, closing them once again, as you reach up and place a kiss on his forehead; joining him once again in the realm of sleep.

[crowttore]

Asking him if he still loves you while he's balls deep in a post-orgasm bliss and he just groans and goes "christ, I bought a ring last week" and that's how you find out he was planning to propose 👍

[rengoated]

Eureka!!!

[l1ttledeadpoet]

When two characters are ridiculously hot in an anime, it's never been an 'or' situation

It's Gojo AND Sukuna

There is no or.. 😭

[l1ttledeadpoet]

~ Menu: Distracted: Katsuki Bakugo x reader

"Shit shit shit shit shit SHIT." you cursed, frantically running around your room while Bakugo watched with a grin on his face.

"I told you." He chuckled in a singsong.

"Shut up..." You snarl, pulling down piles of books.

"If you'd just done it earlier-"

"You're the only fucker that does their summer assignment on the first week."

"Coming from the only fucker with an A consistently, looks like you shoulda listened to me."

You grumble another string of curses. Of course the assignment consisted of an essay- half way done- maths and biology.

"You're gonna help me or not?"

"I'll think about it." He smirks and you glare at him.

"Don't you dare use my words against me." Katsuki shrugs, his smile growing.

You hurl the notes to the floor table and plop down next to him, sighing loudly.

He chuckles, "slob."

You try punching his arm, but he slides by your arm and you slide right into his lap.

"Clutz." He adds spanking your cheek.

"Katsuki." You grind out, annoyed.

He rolls his eyes, letting you sit back up. "what's your assignment about?"

"Which one?" You ask as he slides your biology note towards him.

"Biology." He hums, focus intensing.

He leans forward from the frame of the bed. Your heart skips a beat; he has his eyes trained on your note, a hand in the table, the other spinning a pen in hand.

He taps the pen on his head in a steady rhythm, before penning a small note on a separate piece of paper for your reference.

"First of all, you have to know that Meiosis is haploid and Mitosis is diploid, also Mitosis is associated with cell division while-"

His eyes flicker down to yours, you are staring with some sort of look on your face.

Katsuki growls your name, irritated. "Are you even listening?"

You nod, chin in the crevice of your palms, "Mhm.. yeah yeah.."

He glares at you before continuing with his raving.

A little while later, with him explaining and writing things down. He places the pen down slowly, before asking.

"You're not listening?" And like every other time he asked you a question you nod slightly and reply,

"Yep."

"You fucking idiot." He groans, leaning back onto the bed.

"Yep-" you reply before you realize, "Hey! The heck?"

He narrows his eyes at you and you glare back defensive.

"What?" You cross your arms across your chest.

He shakes his head, this always ends up being the case.

"It's not my fault that you're so attractive when you're serious."

Bakugo's lips twitch up in a unintentionally grin, "You did not just say that."

"What?" You drawl, "that you're hot, and a nerd and even it turns me on when you concentrate?"

"You know what you're doing." He says, looking up at you as you stand.

"Do I?" You swing your leg over his, sitting on his lap, arms over his shoulders.

His hands move to hold your waist.

"We aren't gonna finish your assignment."

"Meh, I'll figure it out."

You lean in to place a kiss on his lips and he groans, "Ugh... What am I gonna do with you."

You grin up against him, "I have a couple of ideas."

[aeresha]

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Sukuna Ryomen ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ secretly being a big baby in bed .✦ ݁˖

The King of Curses, the Disgraced One, a calamity fleshed in four arms and two faces, was currently occupying three-quarters of the mattress and radiating the ambient heat of a small furnace.

To the jujutsu world, Sukuna Ryomen was a nightmare incarnate.

To you, at three o'clock in the morning, he was essentially a giant, oversized, demanding toddler.

You shifted slightly, trying to pull a sliver of the duvet back over your freezing shoulder. The moment the fabric moved, a low, menacing rumble vibrated through Ryomen's chest.

It wasn't a threat; it was a complaint.

Before you could even blink, a massive, tattooed arm lashed out, hooking around your waist and dragging you flush against his chest. His primary set of eyes didn't even open, but his grip was vice-like.

“Stop moving,” he muttered, his voice thick with sleep and rougher than sandpaper.

“Ryomen, you have the entire blanket,” you whispered, trying to pry his heavy forearm off your stomach. “And you’re suffocating me.”

Instead of letting go, the ancient sorcerer buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His second set of eyes, nestled just below his cheekbones, fluttered open briefly, blinking sleepily up at you with none of their usual malicious glint.

They just looked heavy and irritated that his warmth had been disturbed.

“Mine...” he grumbled against your skin, the hot puff of his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

“I'm not going anywhere, Ryomen,” you sighed, running a hand through his messy, down-turned pink hair. It was surprisingly soft when it wasn't spiked up with cursed energy and blood. “But I am freezing.”

Ryomen huffed, a dramatic, long-suffering sound. With a sharp flick of his lower left hand, he yanked the tangled duvet completely off the edge of the bed and threw it over both of you, burying you both in a chaotic mountain of fabric. He then repositioned his upper arms, wrapping you in a full-body lock that effectively pinned you to his chest. His chin rested heavily on top of your head.

“Better?” he demanded, though it sounded more like a sleepy pout.

You couldn't help but chuckle, your heart softening at the sheer absurdity of the situation. If Gojo or any of the sorcerers could see the ruthless King of Curses acting like a clingy koala bear, they’d probably drop dead of sheer shock.

“Yes, Ryomen. It's much better. Thank you.”

He let out a satisfied grunt, his grip relaxing just a fraction so you could actually breathe. His fingers idly twitched against your waist, tracing absentminded circles over your hip in a rare, domestic rhythm.

“Sleep now,” he commanded softly, his breathing already slowing down as he drifted back into the shadows of unconsciousness.

You smiled into the dark, wrapping your arms as far around his massive torso as they could go, completely content to be held captive by the sweetest calamity in history.

© 2026 aeresha. All content is owned by @aeresha. Do not repost, edit, translate, or copy in any form across any platform.

[aeresha]

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 Sukuna Ryomen's ゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ mumbling when he doesn't get his daily morning kisses .✦ ݁˖

The morning sun filtered through the blinds, casting long, golden stripes across the tatami mats. Usually, you would spend at least ten minutes entangled in Ryomen's suffocating, four-armed embrace, enduring his rough-textured skin and sleepy grunts. But today, you were late.

You slid out of the futon, throwing on a robe and tying your hair back in a rush. You didn’t notice the immediate shift in the room's energy—the way the heavy, oppressive aura of the King of Curses suddenly stirred.

As you paced around the kitchen island, frantically brewing coffee and packing a bag, a towering figure leaned against the doorframe.

Ryomen looked a mess.

His pink hair was completely wild, his yukata hung loosely off one broad shoulder, and all four of his eyes were narrowed into slits. He crossed his upper arms, while his lower arms rested on his hips.

Then, the mumbling started.

“...unbelievable,” he growled softly, his voice a deep, gravelly rasp that still carried the weight of sleep. “Brat wakes up, doesn't say a word. Walks right past me like I'm some common curse in the streets. After everything I tolerate...”

You paused, holding a spoon. “Ryomen, did you say something?”

He didn't look at you.

Instead, he stared intently at a spot on the kitchen wall, his lower jaw shifting as he continued to mutter under his breath. “I should dismantle this entire house. The audacity. A thousand years ago, men bled out in the dirt just for a glimpse of my face, and here I am, being ignored for a cup of bean water. Truly pathetic.”

A smile tugged at the corner of your lips.

You set the spoon down and turned to face him fully. “Are you throwing a tantrum?”

“I don't throw tantrums, human,” he snapped, though his eyes finally flicked to yours, burning with mock irritation. “I state facts. You lack discipline. You lack respect.”

He took a slow, deliberate step into the kitchen, his massive frame completely eclipsing the light. He didn't stop until he was inches away from you, trapping you between his chest and the kitchen counter. His extra hands came down on either side of you, effectively pinning you in place.

“Well?” he murmured, leaning his face down. His upper eyes were squinted shut in a pout he would die before admitting to, while his lower eyes watched your mouth. “Are you going to fix your mistake, or do I have to remind you who rules this domain?”

You laughed softly, reaching up to cup his jaw.

His skin was warm, and the rough markings beneath your fingers felt familiar.

“Good morning, Ryomen,” you whispered.

You leaned up and pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. Instantly, the tense lines of his shoulders relaxed. Before you could pull away, his upper hands caught the back of your head, deep-fruiting his fingers into your hair to prolong the kiss, turning it into something possessive and deep.

When he finally let you go, a smug, satisfied smirk had replaced his scowl.

“Hmph...” he grunted, turning on his heel to head toward the porch, his yukata trailing behind him. “See that it doesn't happen again tomorrow. I won't be so lenient.”

© 2026 aeresha. All content is owned by @aeresha. Do not repost, edit, translate, or copy in any form across any platform.

[serotonins-stuff]

August thinks your drop-dead gorgeous.

Literally.

This man will see you the tiniest bit dolled up and clutch his chest like it physically pains him. Shirt fabric threading through the spaces of his fingers with force that suggests he didn't spend forever sewing it.

"Oh my sphere" he wails — no shame as his knees buckle. You'd think someone tranquilized him with how fast he drops to the ground. His mouth curved down in distress. Admiring you.

His palm, reaching out ever so desperately, stops just short of you. "Sweet mercy, look at thee!"

"August—" you stiffle a laugh. "You'll get your clothes dirty lying on the floor like that."

The pose is less of a collapse and more like something immortalized in oil paint— as though beauty itself struck him down.

It's the kind of theatricality that belongs in a Renaissance painting.

He only squeaks in response.

How does he explain that he'd happily ruin every shirt he owns, crawl through six muddy fields, and roll directly into a ditch if it meant staring at you for five minutes longer?

With goofy eloquence, a grin spreads across his face.

"A worthy casualty!"

A/N: Wrote this while listening to "Would You Fall In Love With Me Again."

[l1ttledeadpoet]

~ Menu: Distracted: Katsuki Bakugo x reader

"Shit shit shit shit shit SHIT." you cursed, frantically running around your room while Bakugo watched with a grin on his face.

"I told you." He chuckled in a singsong.

"Shut up..." You snarl, pulling down piles of books.

"If you'd just done it earlier-"

"You're the only fucker that does their summer assignment on the first week."

"Coming from the only fucker with an A consistently, looks like you shoulda listened to me."

You grumble another string of curses. Of course the assignment consisted of an essay- half way done- maths and biology.

"You're gonna help me or not?"

"I'll think about it." He smirks and you glare at him.

"Don't you dare use my words against me." Katsuki shrugs, his smile growing.

You hurl the notes to the floor table and plop down next to him, sighing loudly.

He chuckles, "slob."

You try punching his arm, but he slides by your arm and you slide right into his lap.

"Clutz." He adds spanking your cheek.

"Katsuki." You grind out, annoyed.

He rolls his eyes, letting you sit back up. "what's your assignment about?"

"Which one?" You ask as he slides your biology note towards him.

"Biology." He hums, focus intensing.

He leans forward from the frame of the bed. Your heart skips a beat; he has his eyes trained on your note, a hand in the table, the other spinning a pen in hand.

He taps the pen on his head in a steady rhythm, before penning a small note on a separate piece of paper for your reference.

"First of all, you have to know that Meiosis is haploid and Mitosis is diploid, also Mitosis is associated with cell division while-"

His eyes flicker down to yours, you are staring with some sort of look on your face.

Katsuki growls your name, irritated. "Are you even listening?"

You nod, chin in the crevice of your palms, "Mhm.. yeah yeah.."

He glares at you before continuing with his raving.

A little while later, with him explaining and writing things down. He places the pen down slowly, before asking.

"You're not listening?" And like every other time he asked you a question you nod slightly and reply,

"Yep."

"You fucking idiot." He groans, leaning back onto the bed.

"Yep-" you reply before you realize, "Hey! The heck?"

He narrows his eyes at you and you glare back defensive.

"What?" You cross your arms across your chest.

He shakes his head, this always ends up being the case.

"It's not my fault that you're so attractive when you're serious."

Bakugo's lips twitch up in a unintentionally grin, "You did not just say that."

"What?" You drawl, "that you're hot, and a nerd and even it turns me on when you concentrate?"

"You know what you're doing." He says, looking up at you as you stand.

"Do I?" You swing your leg over his, sitting on his lap, arms over his shoulders.

His hands move to hold your waist.

"We aren't gonna finish your assignment."

"Meh, I'll figure it out."

You lean in to place a kiss on his lips and he groans, "Ugh... What am I gonna do with you."

You grin up against him, "I have a couple of ideas."

[rengoatku]

Your husband enjoys you affection

Many cowered at his feet, far more stay clear of his path.

He lived a life of solitude and bitterness. Each passing day brought more dread, and each passing second reminded him how different he was.

Jealousy wasn’t quite the word, perhaps envy — or even shame?

The sight of his inhumane body sent others fleeing, screeching, even begging for mercy when he hadn’t lay a finger on them. The thought of being a supernatural being, a monster, satisfied him enough.

Who needed love when fear existed?

That was until you came along.

For the first time in his life, he was seen as more than a natural disaster — a curse. You had seen him for all his worth, past the horrors he had committed, freeing him from his life of sin.

“My husband?” You had mumbled to him, lips tracing his ear, agonisingly close to his deformed eye, one of his many perfect imperfections. “Yes, my wife?” It came out uncharacteristically soft, something he often noticed when he was with you.

You had inched closer, “You’re so awfully handsome.”

Another thing he had noticed about you was your inability to recognise his strength, not because you didn’t admire it. No, he knew you better than that.

But because you had witnessed how it was the only thing others seemed to see in him.

You worshipped him. Not because you were afraid, never that, but because you felt something for him that he didn’t know existed.

And when you took hold of one of his many hands, softer, smaller fingers tracing the scars, you whispered a word he would never forget.

“愛してます。”

The words felt so sincere that he couldn’t help the tears from slipping from his crimson eyes.

‘I love you.’ A phrase not common in Japan, certainly not to be used towards a calamity such as himself.

But for the first time in his life, he allowed himself to be loved, to feel loved. Because for once, he was seen as more than a monster.

To you, he was human.

a/n: broke my posting schedule for this! Oops!!! (Did you guys notice how I didn’t use “Ryomen Sukuna” since it’s not his real name and it dehumanises him more)

[l1ttledeadpoet]

THIS IS ABSOLUTELY SO SWEET AND ADORABLE AHHHHHHHHHHH

[shibuyafiles]

fushiguro toji has a clingy s/o

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𝜗ৎ ˚｡་ genre: pure fluff / comfort

fushiguro toji is in bed, resting on his stomach. you’re there too—ignoring all the available space to lie down on his back instead.

“i gotta piss.” he grumbles. you sling your arms around his neck. “then go.”

his chest rises in a slow exhale. toji pushes himself upright and makes for the bathroom, bringing you by extension.

not long after, you’re out running errands. toji doesn't even look back when you grab his forearm mid-stride.

he keeps walking until your hand slips away. then he slows his pace until you catch back up.

you look him dead in the eyes. “carry me.”

toji stares, flat. he’s almost starting to develop respect for the audacity you bring. “you have legs.”

“but i’m tired.” you haven't even broken out a sweat. “i figured.”

so there he is, carrying the stubborn backpack that is you. people are staring, and when a passerby nearly bumps into you, he pauses long enough to hitch you higher. “i’ve seen less needy strays.”

later at the convenience store, you’ve shifted to hanging off toji’s side. he tries to pay for a discounted ready-to-eat meal, one arm down.

the clerk sets down his change on the tray. “off. need my other hand.” you squeeze tighter.

toji tsks, scooping the loose coins from the tray. the clerk— sweating bullets, awkwardly packs the heated meals into separate plastic bags, before carefully looping them over toji’s free wrist.

eventually, he’s watching some tv while scarfing his food down. he stops chewing to look at you as you look up. “outta the way.”

you take it as an opportunity to wedge yourself between him and the coffee table, settling right between his spread legs.

he leans back into the armchair and you come with him, pressed tighter against his chest.

toji reaches out for his chopsticks, continuing to eat over your shoulder—his arm settling around you like it’s always been there.

some time later, toji makes a move towards the doorframe bar for some pull ups. so do you, wrapping your arms and legs around his body.

he stops mid-rep, free-hanging as you dangle off him. “seriously? do i look like a jungle gym?” you giggle. toji drops without a grunt after doing three more.

next toji drifts towards the corner of the living room where he’s set up a bench and some dumbbells. you interrupt as he’s doing some standing bicep curls.

“sit down so i can sit on you.”

toji’s eyes wander to the couch right behind you. then he’s putting the dumbbell down, and sitting back to pat his lap once. you get on.

toji sighs. he really should be concerned about how quick he is starting to give in to your demands. “we have a sofa.”

“i know.” he continues the set. “this is wrong form.”

“is it?”

“yup.” he doesn't move you.

last stretch now. core locked—toji holds a plank. you assess the situation for half a second before deciding to sit on him again, this time cross-legged.

a full minute passes. toji doesn’t acknowledge you.

“done?” you probe, scrolling on your phone.

“no. will say.” toji holds it for three more minutes. you stumble and nearly fall as he switches to push-ups.

back in bed at the end of the day, you crawl over to him and bury your face in his chest. toji doesn’t even raise an eyebrow.

“always gotta be on me, huh.”

you pull back—he catches your wrist and silently keeps it in place. “pain in my ass,” he mutters under his breath as his thumb traces a slow circle against your skin.

[l1ttledeadpoet]

SO FRICKIN ADORABLE

[l1ttledeadpoet]

SHORT DRABBLE- Those times: Insecure reader x bf aka Sukuna

You don't hear him approach, you are engrossed in doing whatever you are or rather looking at.

"What are you doing?" Sukuna's looming figure stops right behind you. He drops his head on your shoulder and you struggle for words.

You are half dressed, with clothes strewn around you. "Nothing." You mutter, not taking your eyes off the object of attention.

Initially groggy with sleep, Sukuna faces what has your attention, a mirror.

He frowns when he notices your puffy eyes, even more so that you are not breathing normally.

"You've been crying." He states, knowing even as you shake your head.

"N-no." You don't know if you're convincing him or yourself.

He doesn't say anything, waiting.

"I-" you struggle for the words, they don't come as you want. They are messy. "wanted to run to the store... I- uh.. nothing I wore, you know... made me."

You gulp, "I just can't stand to look at this."

"What?"

"This." You repeat, pointing down at your body, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Why can't I have a-a-a relatively good shape. Why am I so different, no matter what I do?" Your voice hiccups with each syllable, each one showing the extent of your hurt.

Sukuna has to pry your hands away from your tummy, and when he does he kisses them, then pulls you into his arms.

No superficial word of encouragement. Just a hug.

You sob and he lets you for as long as you want, for as long as you need, in loving silence.

When you are done, he pulls your face up to his and says, kissing your forehead, "Okay?"

You sniffle, nodding. "Okay."

"Now you're gonna pick out something to wear, I'll help if you want and you're gonna look good, okay?"

"Okay.." he finally let's go of your face.

"Good."

A/n: not necessarily fluff (just a lil something I wrote with myself in mind)

[satoruined]

“hey, can i borrow your phone for a sec?” satoru asks, looping an arm over your shoulder. when you raise an eyebrow, he flashes that blinding smile. “wanna look up that new dessert shop in ginza. the one with the limited-edition parfaits? i’m taking you there the second i’m done kicking sukuna’s ass.”

typical satoru. prioritising his sweet tooth literally minutes away from the greatest battle in jujutsu history. you shake your head, a soft chuckle slipping past your lips as you hand over the device. he taps away furiously for a minute, tongue poking out slightly in concentration, before handing it back with a wink.

-

fast forward to your birthday.

your phone buzzes. it’s a scheduled text from your calendar:

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my favorite person in the entire world !!!! i love you so much. my baby girl (^_^)”

the bright text begins to blur into ugly neon dots as tears hit the glass. you try to wipe the screen, but the moisture keeps coming, smearing his words until you finally just give up. you wish with everything left in you that he was actually here to say it to your face, wearing that stupid, beautiful smile.

but he’s not here.

[l1ttledeadpoet]

SHORT DRABBLE- Those times: Insecure reader x bf aka Sukuna

You don't hear him approach, you are engrossed in doing whatever you are or rather looking at.

"What are you doing?" Sukuna's looming figure stops right behind you. He drops his head on your shoulder and you struggle for words.

You are half dressed, with clothes strewn around you. "Nothing." You mutter, not taking your eyes off the object of attention.

Initially groggy with sleep, Sukuna faces what has your attention, a mirror.

He frowns when he notices your puffy eyes, even more so that you are not breathing normally.

"You've been crying." He states, knowing even as you shake your head.

"N-no." You don't know if you're convincing him or yourself.

He doesn't say anything, waiting.

"I-" you struggle for the words, they don't come as you want. They are messy. "wanted to run to the store... I- uh.. nothing I wore, you know... made me."

You gulp, "I just can't stand to look at this."

"What?"

"This." You repeat, pointing down at your body, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Why can't I have a-a-a relatively good shape. Why am I so different, no matter what I do?" Your voice hiccups with each syllable, each one showing the extent of your hurt.

Sukuna has to pry your hands away from your tummy, and when he does he kisses them, then pulls you into his arms.

No superficial word of encouragement. Just a hug.

You sob and he lets you for as long as you want, for as long as you need, in loving silence.

When you are done, he pulls your face up to his and says, kissing your forehead, "Okay?"

You sniffle, nodding. "Okay."

"Now you're gonna pick out something to wear, I'll help if you want and you're gonna look good, okay?"

"Okay.." he finally let's go of your face.

"Good."

A/n: not necessarily fluff (just a lil something I wrote with myself in mind)

[l1ttledeadpoet]

~ Menu: Forbidden proposal; Gojo x f! Reader (nsfw)- reader and slightly jealous Gojo (if you squint) are not supposed to like each other

"Satoru..." You moaned... "We should not be doing this."

He trails sloppy kisses down your throat. "Do what?" He slurs incoherently.

"Do this." The sigh that leaves you is one of pleasure and distress.

"Why not." His voice is almost a whisper, the softest it ever is, taking his time to inhale your scent.

"Because." You huff, mind hazy.

"Because?" He repeats, sucking on your neck.

"Our.... Our families would... would never approve." Gojo bites on the spot he had been soothing and you let out a harsh moan.

"Gojo!"

"It's 'Satoru' to you, love." You grip his shoulders, hands wrapped so tightly around his neck in contrast to what you were asking him to do. You were probably messing up his suit; you didn't care.

"Please stop... Someone might see us."

"Then lower your voice." He quips back at you, pushing your loose hair behind your ear. Lots of bobby pins lay on the floor—the intricate way your hair had been done up had come loose.

When you crossed paths at the part his family were having in spite as usual against yours, you had specifically told him to not mess with your hair.

Well that would be the least of your problems if you're caught.

You roll your eyes, the audacity of him when he was the reason you were here.

Your dress bunches up your waist and two cold hands snake up your thighs.

"Gojo what are you doing?" You whisper shout, heart pounding hard.

"'Satoru'~" he corrects with a lilt, rubbing on your inner thighs.

"Satoru." You say harshly, trying to pull your dress down, "what is wrong with you?"

"Looking at you strutting down the fucking room in this fucking dressing, holding every guys fucking hand except mine..." His voice is mocking and full of jealousy.

Your hand flies to you mouth as he places a kiss to your panties.

"And yet, here you are coming undone for me."

"You bigheaded prick" you pant. "It's a reaction to simulation."

He grins against your thigh, "so you wore this panties in the hope that I would, no?"

You yelp, chest heaving, "satoru.."

"I love it when you call my name." He groans, pulling aside your undies. You bit your tongue hard as he licks you.

"Oh?" He taunts, "wet already?"

You want to glare at him but all that comes out is a whine.

He licks you slowly again and your legs shake, struggling to stay open. The sound of your moans increases with each of them, your hand against your mouth doing nothing to help.

Gojo lifts one of your legs up onto his shoulder for better access, "Keep those pretty legs open for me, okay?" His eyes are glazed as he puts in a finger, which slides in without much struggle.

"Naughty girl," he chuckles, "I put a finger in and see how you sound." Wet sounds echo along with your "muffled" moans.

"Stop—stop teasing." You stumble over your words, face heating.

"Can't help it." He murmurs against your pussy, groaning as he laps at you.

"Pretty baby can take another, hmm?"

"Satoru..." You whine as he fits another finger in, the obscene sound making him twitch in his pants.

"You taste so good, baby." His finger curls in you, hitting deep with a pace that has you reeling.

Only his hold on you has you standing, your body shaking and shivering.

"Think your favorite spot is right 'bout.... here." You squeal, clenching around his fingers.

"Mmhmm... There she is." He coos,

"I'm—" You whine.

"You're...?" He breathes sucking and licking as his fingers works in your twitching pussy.

Before you can get out any words, your orgasm racks through you, you can't hold the moans that leave as you ride his tongue.

Gojo clamps on your thighs, fucking you through your high. "You're so damned sweet." He whines.

Your chest heaves as you look down at him; chin dripping, eyes dilated, cum connecting to his fingers which he brings to his mouth.

"Sa—satoru." You breathe out, "you're... still.." you weakly point at the problem twitching in his pants.

He staggers at he stands, licking on his fingers like he'd finished a meal.

"Let me help you." He catches you before you try get to his belt.

He shakes his head, "Don't worry about me. As long as you're satisfied." He grins at you and your heart warms.

He helps you put on your panties, adjusting your dress to look as good as you possibly can after a make out.

Moments pass in each others silence. You thinking and sated, Gojo quiet and calm.

"We..." you start, the sadness creeping into your voice. "We cant keep doing this..." You trail off, guilty you were bringing this up after he'd just made you feel good.

"Mm.." he drawls, thinking. "That's not good, is it?" He seems more calm than every other time you've brought it up, more resigned. It makes your chest tighten.

Before you can speak, he says, looking directly into your eyes, smiling.

"I guess I'll have no choice but to marry you then?"

You blink, mortified. "W-what?"

"B-but your... your parents—"

"—Have no control over me anymore." His grin is huge.

"But... I- I don't understand."

"That's what today is about. I'm inheriting the company. And since they're bent on getting me a bride...."

You blink. Your breathing has settled, yet you could still hear the sound of your heart in your ears.

"You knew before now?" You're gagged, far beyond shocked.

The grin on his face says it all.

"You're such a prick." You state, before grabbing his face to kiss him.

[l1ttledeadpoet]

~ Menu: Taller and hotter?- Sukuna goes on a blind date with tall girl

Sukuna looks at his watch again, it's been twenty minutes. He had been waiting in the cafe for twenty gawd damned minutes. The waiter had already come twice. What was taking her so long?

You peek once more at the pink haired man, who in spite of the white hood covering half his face was obviously donning a scowl. He looked menacing up close, and ridiculously attractive.

You search through your bag for nothing in particular, you had been here even before he arrived, too nervous to even walk up to him. What if he didn't like you. You two had hit it off online but he didn't know about....

"Uhm sorry miss-" you jump as a waitress taps you, looking concerned, broom in hand. "Is something that's the matter?"

You blink, smoothing down your clothes for the umpteenth time today. "Uh- no I- uhm.... Sorry. I'm good, thanks." Your face burns bright red, what were you doing, you couldn't do this. This was a mistake!

Sukuna groans when another ten minutes pass, he pulls out his hands from the pocket of his hood, cursing beneath his breath. He stops rocking the chair, trying to get up. Damn you for making him wait half an hour, no excuses.

"Excuse me." A voice called, "Sukuna?"His eyes flit up to yours in annoyance, "It's about time-" the irritation dies on his lips when he realizes.

"What. The. Fuck." His voice is sharp, cutting. But you had dragged yourself here when you saw he was gonna leave. He didn't get to 'whatthefuck' you.

"What?" You snarled, your anxiety morphing into annoyance too. "Never seen a tall girl before?"

You and Sukuna stare for half a moment. His expression is blank, yours; defensive.

"So what took you so long?" He starts, slinking back into his seat.

You blink, anger dissipating as quickly as it arose. That's it?

"You're... You're just gonna sit down?"

"Oh fuck, yeah. I'm supposed to be a gentleman. My bad." Your features scrunch up, confused.

"But— My height... doesn't it bother you?"

Sukuna looks up from the menu he was perusing, eye brow quirking as if you were the silly one. "Why would it?"

All the defensive responses you had get caught in your throat. "What kind of dicks have you been meeting up with?" He sneers in rhetoric.

You open your mouth to respond, but you find no words. "Are you gonna sit or do you still want me to be chivalrous?"

You snap out of your haze, pulling out the chair to sit across him.

He calls over the waiter who is all too glad to take both your orders. You keep staring even as the waiter leaves.

"What is it this time?" He asks, holding eye contact.

"No... I—" you start, unsure of how to phrase your next question. "How are you still here after—" you trail off, unable to finish your query.

Sukuna's mouth twitches, unable to fight the grin that follows. "What? Did you suddenly grow two heads?"

"No." Your voice is quiet, as though unconvinced.

"You're still the same person that likes (hobby of choice), no?" He slouches, peering at you with full interest.

"Yeah?"

"So what's the problem?" He throws back at you and you have no answer.

The silence gives way to more questions which is silenced by his next statement.

"Plus taller means hotter." He shrugs, "If a man can't handle that, then that's on him."

You blink, the situation seemingly unreal. You burst out in laughter just as he realizes, "Shit... Sorry I'm not supposed to call a woman hot on the first day and stuff.... It's rude."

He runs his hand through his hair, cursing as you tear up. "It's alright." You assure between hiccups, "I understand."

"Great," he grins once more. "Because I want to keep you."

For the first time since this awkward date, you throw him a sly smile, "Let's see if you can."

He smiles back at you, picking up the dare. "Deal."

Tag: @0-kry

A/n: the silly ideas do be coming at 3am

[rengoatku]

Tracing Suguru’s scar ₊˚ ⊹ ᰔ ꒰ ib @theangelkiss ꒱

Your fingers dance over the large, pale ‘X’ that stretches across Suguru’s chest. He glances at you, watching the way you carefully trace your fingers over the surface of the scar, worried you may hurt him.

“I’m not made of glass, you know,” he chuckles, large hand coming to rest on the back of your head as if to cradle it as you stare at his scar in what he hopes to be awe. You roll your eyes, moving to press your lips against his scar.

Suguru’s breath hitches; his eyes stay focused on your lips as they slowly pull away from his chest. Your thumb moves to caress the healed tissue while you tilt your head to look up at him, “You’re so brave, y’know that?”

Your words ring in his ears. Brave.

“You’re delusional.” He quips back, a smirk creeping onto his face to hide the subtle shame bubbling beneath his skin.

“I’m serious,” you continue, “You’ve been through so much, Sugu, you’re the bravest person I know.” Suguru rolls his eyes, ignoring the way his lip trembles as he replies, “Yeah, yeah, just go to sleep.”

You nuzzle closer into his side, “You were a child up against a grown man, Sugu. No one blames you.” You said it so casually, as if it were a known fact, but to Suguru? It was as if he were hearing those words for the first time.

“I know that.”

“Do you?” You lifted your head, raising a brow at him. He pushed your face away with a sigh, “Just go back to what you were doing. It felt nice.”

You hummed, thumb soothing over his scar once more. “It kind of makes you look hot — hotter, I mean, like a warrior or something.” You mumbled, eyes already fluttering shut.

Suguru hummed, “Yeah?” hand moving to soothe over your back as he lulled you to sleep.

You replied sleepily, “Yeah. It reminds me to be thankful for you — I mean, I always am — but thankful that you survived the that day and all the days after.”

The room eventually fell silent, aside from your rhythmic breathing as sleep claimed you. His hand stilled on your back as stared at the top of your head, feeling your chest rise and fall with every breath.

Thankful.

You were thankful for him.

For years, Suguru had seen that scar as a tarnish, it had been an ugly reminder of how weak he had been — how he had failed her.

But you looked at it from a different perspective.

You saw it as him overcoming everything that had been thrown at him. You didn't see that weak version of himself he sees, no, you saw someone who was brave enough to continue on even after what he went through.

His hand brushed absentmindedly over the scar. He pressed his lips to your hairline and muttered, “You’re unbelievable,” and a smile etched it's way onto his face.

You were still curled up next to him, shifting in your sleep. Suguru pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

And for the first time in what felt like years, Suguru felt the weight of his grief lessen.

a/n: this didn't turn out how i wanted it to :(

[rengoatku]

Satoru vs personal space (ｰ̀⤙ｰ́ )

When Satoru bought a new bed for you two to share, you had assumed it meant you would finally regain some personal space.

This was proven to be, in fact, false.

This was the third night in a row that you had been awakened by your husband's long limbs smacking you in your sleep. One lanky leg flopped over your own shorter legs while his arm draped over your stomach. It had become a routine of sorts; he would join you in bed around 4AM after finishing his duties, then around 5AM, he would begin his shenanigans.

At first, it was smaller, less irritable things like accidentally nudging you in his sleep, or snoring, but as time went on, his unconscious body seemed to turn restless. Satoru began to spread out on the bed, taking up around seventy five percent of the mattress, leaving you a sliver of space to occupy.

His lanky frame lay sprawled on the bed, limbs stretched out on top of your own as if you were his personal body pillow.

It eventually became insufferable; you couldn’t sleep with his constant invasion of your personal space, so you begged him to buy a bigger bed.

And that he did, except it somehow made the problem worse.

Now you lie awake, 5:17AM, with your husband snoring happily next to you, his leg draped over your hip, arm stretched over your collarbone, and face tucked into the crook of your neck. You didn’t understand how he managed to somehow take up the entire king-sized bed.

You huffed, trying — and failing — to push his body off of you, “Gosh, why are you so damn heavy?” You muttered under your breath, hand moving to nudge him awake.

“Toru, get up!” You whisper shouted, “You’re suffocating me, you oaf.” Gojo blinked groggily, bright blue eyes piercing the dimly lit room, “As much as I adore you, I’d like to get my three hours of beauty sleep, babe.” He groaned, nuzzling further into your neck, “Yeah, Toru. Me too, get off.”

He whined, pulling you further into his embrace as if he was trying to trap you. You rolled your eyes at him, hands still trying to push him away so you could actually enjoy your sleep. “Why do you hate me? I’m just trying to cuddle my wife,” he peeked up at you, blue eyes widening in faux puppy eyes.

“No, you’re suffocating me. Seriously, baby, how do you take up so much space?” He lifted his head, gasping in mock offence, “Are you calling me overweight? That’s so hurtful, I’ll have you know I have an amazing physique.” You stifled a laugh, brushing your fingers through his snowy hair, “Yes, Toru, I can see that, but I wouldn’t be surprised if all those sugary snacks caught up to you.”

“I’m just saying you sprawl out a lot, Toru, I’m trying to sleep, and I feel you practically on top of me.” He hummed into your neck, seemingly contemplating how to respond, “I just enjoy being close to you, is that a crime?”

You giggled, “It is when I’m practically being strangled.” Satoru whined louder this time, “It’s not fair, you deprive me of physical touch, babe.” You swatted his shoulder lightly, “Be quiet, you big baby. No one said we couldn’t cuddle. I just said stop confusing me for the mattress.” He pouted, “But you’re so soft.”

Leaning down, you kissed his pursed lips, “Just cuddle me like a normal person, okay?”

“But I’m not normal,” he sleepily argued.

You laughed, tugging lightly on his messy hair, “I know, baby. I know.”

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