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[feyrinnn]

꒰if i didn't love you꒱ ꩜ collection

꒰ex!gojo x f!reader x new bf!sukuna꒱ a collection of oneshots that can also be read as a continuous story, following each pov ꩜ cw angst, post-break up, hurt no comfort, exes to lovers to exes again, moving on, smut (reader's & sukuna's version), reunion, arguments, each fic has their own warnings

꩜ reader's version if i didn't love you ꩜ satoru's version baby, come back to me ꩜ sukuna's version my love mine all mine

art creds: sukuna @/r5x9513ros gojo @/tiyu0710 dividers by @pixopix

[pamisn]

I just finished reading magi and i am crying and i am not okay

[pamisn]

I'm almost done with magi, and then the fics are going to pop out like I'm an office worker with a deadline

[kiisc0ld]

ryomen sukuna asks sweet reader he is smitten with on a date

ryomen sukuna was a lot of things. he was broody, he was stoic and harsh and absolutely detested the saying "think before you speak".

but what he wasn't was a bumbling idiot. (?)

"the uh coffee...at that place...is um—" sukuna's gaze trailed from your wide doe eyed stare to the slight quirk of your pretty pink lips.

his brain short circuited, "...cute" he finished.

you had to fight yourself to not giggle at the tall handsome, slightly scowling man before you as he said the word 'cute'.

"oh? whats the name ? i would like some cute coffee!" you asked innocently.

meanwhile sukuna—whose brain had absolutely gone to the gutters imagining the taste of those pretty pink lips— had to mentally slap himself out of his reverie.

his brain went on an overdrive trying to remember the name of the coffee shop. but the problem was he was more of a protein shake and solely depended on the coffee maker in his dorms for his black black coffee without any sugar or milk.

suffice to say he was very lost.

"ijishi ?" it sounded more like a question.

this time you did giggle. ijishi was a steak house. clearly not in the business of selling cute coffees.

sukuna wasn't sure why it was funny to you, but he counted it as a win because it made you happy.

you cleared your throat, "i was actually craving some steak! i heard ijishi also happens to have some great steak."

your fingers moved to interwine with his , as you stepped closer to him. you tilted your face upwards , smiling at him "...maybe we can have some?"

sukuna was not easily flustered. his feathers certainly weren't easily ruffled. and he definitely didn't blush.

"...ofcourse" was all he could manage.

his brain was currently occupied with taking notes of the finer details—like how your fingers aligned absolutely perfectly with his, and your palm was so soft in his hand. and your eyes. damn they were sparkling in the sunlight.

some of your friends called out your name, reminding you that class was starting in ten minutes.

you went on your tip toes , placing a quick peck on his cheek, leaving a light lipstick stained kiss.

"great! I'm off to class now, pick me up then!" you said happily as you turned to leave.

sukuna willed his heart rate to slow down as he watched your pretty floral dress slowly disappear in the crowd of the students.

date secured.

see? he wasn't bad at this at all like his teammates claimed.

[pamisn]

Ended up downloading it out of curiosity, but anyway I love this outfit sm and he always wears it I think it's his fav too 😭 Specifically with the glasses!

[pamisn]

I just got a new phone, and I was really excited to play love and deepspace on it. I usually play on my ipad but because it's a tablet im not on it as much as my phone (which im still not on that much). I thought I could maybe get back into it more, and write more fanfics too but I don't know if I want that anymore. I still want to write about Caleb, but it feels really bad knowing us from the global server have very little say in all of this. It is okay to not like a character in an otome game. I know that was not the only issue, and I understand why Chinese fans were upset to a degree. Still, it is extremely concerning the way some have been acting. The issues surrounding Valko could've been fixed by fixing those details and his storyline, there was no need to cut him off and it stuns me the way they actually think they were in the right. It's a beautiful game but it's just a game. You pick and choose who to pursue and if you dont like someone you simply turn your head away from them. Some (again, not all) of these fans are out of touch with reality, I hope the global fans are okay because I'm a bit more concerned about these fans than the game itself. I've seen the racist comments and the other very cruel things they have said, I'm astonished really. I also really liked Valko, he would've definitely become a favorite for me (along with Caleb and Sylus). This all feels very unnecessary I'm a tad bit disgusted. Again i totally understand some of the reasons from the Chinese fans, I hoped this could be done without deleting a character who got so much love put into his making :(

[feyrinnn]

꒰private party꒱ or boyfriend!satoru taking care of you after drinking too much ༺ fluff; comfort ༺ requested by anon! i hope you enjoy it ᢉ𐭩

"All right, that's enough for you princess"

Your boyfriend's words reach your ears, but you're struggling to focus on them. Everything just feels so far away, a little hazy even, and somehow… funny?

You're not sure why, but you feel yourself giggling as you see Satoru's big hand reach across the table like a snake, your eyes squinting in inebriated curiosity, before noticing its coming right for the bottle resting between the two of you.

Somehow, you're faster – snapping it away before your boyfriend could get there, and the way Satoru sighs suggests this might not have been his first failed attempt.

You hold the cold glass to your chest with a hiss, hugging it like you were a koala and this bottled beer was a tree – one that mean Satoru was trying to deprive you of.

"Give it here, pretty" he calls to you with an open palm, in that sing songy tone that makes your cheeks warm. To be fair to Satoru, his voice is very convincing, and you feel yourself leaning towards it with a soft smile.

But then his big hand reaches again, and you turn your body away instinctively. Even though this was your… sixth bottle? Seventh? Who knew at this point.

All you knew was that beer good.

"No" you growl, the word coming out all slurred despite being only a monosyllable.

Satoru finally stands up, deciding this was getting serious. He puts two hands up like he was approaching a wild animal, taking slow little steps towards you while you tried to bring the bottle to your lips again and–

Oh.

It was empty.

"Nooo" you slur again with a sad pout, turning the bottle upside down and shaking it lazily to see if any droplets of golden liquid will drop.

No luck.

"What a shame" Satoru sighs, trying to hide his amused smirk and finally settling next to you. You had been so distracted by the sheer disappointment you didn't even notice him get so close. "Might be a sign, sweetheart" he nods dramatically, brushing a thumb just above your knee to help ground you.

A slight blush creeps up the tips of his ears when you turn to him with that sad expression, his smile faltering just slightly while he clicks his tongue and smooths down your hair.

"But we–hic–were having so much fun" you complain, leaning into his caresses.

And it's true, you were!

Only a few hours ago your boyfriend had suggested you turn a cozy night in into a private party for two – but some drinking games and far too much alcohol later, you couldn't even remember the trip to the nearest store where you both practically raided their fridge.

Beer bottles, canned cocktails… all empty vessels now thrown around the living room, reminding you there was a very painful hangover waiting the next morning.

So why would you want the night to end?!

"I know sweetheart, I know" Satoru hums, starting to lift you from your chair with ease. You completely welcome it, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist on instinct. This koala had found a new home – and this was much better.

"So warm" you nuzzle into his broad chest, and one hand comes to soothe your back as he lowers the two of you down on the sofa.

"How you feeling?" Satoru asks gently, the only hint that he was also drunk being the words slightly slurring together and the sugary smell of the ready-to-drink cocktails he had been drinking, but of course… your boyfriend is much better at handling his liquor than you are.

You consider his question, though just thinking seems to be escaping you right now. You can feel the warmth of his hold, the safety of being nestled on his lap, maybe a little sleepy, a little lightheaded also, and…

"I'm hungry" you pout with a long exhale, like the realisation annoyed you more than the feeling itself.

Satoru chuckles, tucking a strand behind your ear and kissing the top of your head. "I'll heat up some food" he reassures. "How about a bath too?"

"Mmmh" you nod like it was a magic word. "Bath sounds nice" you smile into the crook of his neck, so at ease around Satoru, already picturing you both exactly like this still – but soaking under warm, relaxing water too.

The thought alone was making you smile all dreamily.

And Satoru seems satisfied by your answer, starting to shift his weight just a little in a way that makes you cling to him harder. How dare he move when you were so comfortable!

"Can you drink this for me first?"

Satoru extends a glass towards you, and you take it with no hesitation. Your lips expected the delicious taste of beer, or one of the sugary abominations he had chosen for himself, but you scrunch up your nose when the expected sensation doesn't hit your taste buds.

"Toru" you complain. "I think this beer's gone off"

You feel Satoru's laughter reverberate through his chest, but you can't for the life of you figure out whats so funny.

"It's water, baby" he says finally.

"Oh" you mumble, dropping your head down again.

"Can you take another sip?" he brings it to you again, cupping your cheek gently with a large palm when you try to shake your head no. "For me?"

Damn Satoru Gojo for always being so convincing.

So you open your eyes, only then realising they had been closed this entire time. What you're met with is your boyfriends handsome blue gaze – a little blurry, sure, but his eyes shine so bright it practically lights up your whole field of vision.

"Toru" you whisper, cupping his face with both hands. "You're so handsome" you say like he's a miracle.

Satoru's face goes from a curious pout to a wide cheese eating grin when you complete the sentence. "Did you only just notice?" he asks you, smugness dripping from every bit of him.

But you hazily consider his question, cocking your head to the side. "I don't think so" you mumble, unsure, and his whole face cracks at your response.

"You're supposed to say no" Satoru pouts, eyebrows scrunched together adorably.

"Sorry" you throw your head back onto his chest, closing your eyes once more. "What was the question again?"

Satoru chuckles, lowering his forehead to the top of your head. "Nothing you need to worry your pretty head over, princess" he nods. "Let me get you some food, yeah?"

devoted boyfriend gojo my love

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[paperellina]

the only person who can scare toji is his wife.... (toji x fem!chubby reader)

tojis scared of nobody, hes done a lot of scary shit in his life, and none of that has ever really bothered him the way you do when youre upset with him.

the worst part is that you never yell about it either, you just get quiet in this awful way that makes the whole apartment feel wrong while he sits there trying to figure out exactly how badly he fucked up this time.

right now hes slouched at the kitchen counter watching you cook dinner in complete silence after finding out he lied about where he was last night, and for maybe the first time in years, toji genuinely feels nervous.

not because he cheated, because christ no, he'd rather die. he just told you he was out working when really he had been wasting half the night at the track with the guys, throwing away money and stumbling home at three in the morning smelling like cigarettes and beer.

now youre upset for real.

you stand at the stove stirring something slowly without looking at him even once.

"..baby." he tries carefully.

you dont answer him at all, dont even glance in his direction, and toji immediately shifts in his seat while his rough hand drags down his jaw as he watches your back like hes trying to predict incoming danger.

"dont start that quiet shit...come on."

you keep stirring the pot like he didnt speak, and somehow that gets to him worse than yelling ever could because now hes just sitting there alone with his own stupidity banging in his head.

he scrubs a hand down his face hard enough to pull at his skin before trying again.

"…i said m'sorry."

you finally look at him over your shoulder, calm and unreadable, and toji straightens immediately like somebody pointed a loaded gun at him.

"alright, nah." he says quickly, sitting up properly now. "quit lookin' at me like that, shits makin me nervous."

you turn back toward the stove without answering, and the genuinely distressed look on his face would almost be funny if you werent still irritated with him.

"baby," he tries again, something almost pleading sitting underneath his voice. "i know i shoulda called. i know that. wasnt thinkin straight."

you stay silent long enough that he finally pushes himself out of the chair and walks toward you carefully, slower than a man his size usually moves, like he knows one wrong move might make everything worse. his hands hover near your waist for a second before finally settling there, fingers digging into the generous flesh, warm and cautious while he leans down toward your shoulder.

"dont stay mad at me," he mutters quietly. "hate when youre mad at me."

you stay quiet just long enough for panic to start creeping back into his expression before finally sighing, one tired little sigh leaving you while you keep stirring dinner. did you calm down yet?

the relief flashes over him instantly, and thats when your nails dig into the back of his hand immediately.

"If you lie to me again," you say, grip tightening on his hand. "I'll smother you in your sleep."

tojis entire face drops so fast its almost impressive. his brows pull together while he slowly lifts his head from your shoulder to stare at the side of your face like hes trying to figure out whether youre serious or not.

"Im expecting a manipedi this week," you continue flatly, turning back toward the stove like this is all perfectly reasonable.

"you taxin' me now?" he asks

"and you better go earn that wasted money back right now." you say, menacing. "or gold help me ill bang you in the face."

tojis mouth opens, then shuts again immediately when your nails dig harder into his skin. he squints at you suspiciously while you finally let go of his hand and turn toward him fully.

"chop chop, boy." you say.

"the hell you just call me?" he asks

you grab the front of his shirt before he can keep complaining, tugging him down just enough to press a soft kiss against his cheek. and then you pull back slightly, look him dead in the eyes, and say very quietly.

"get out my face."

he immediately steps out of your way.

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[kkunai]

[𝝑𝑒] :: calling true form!sukuna by a nickname for the first time :: tags. fluff, sfw.

“ryo,” it rolls off your tongue naturally. as if you’ve called him that thousands of times before. you don’t realise it until he suddenly stops in his tracks.

sukuna narrows his eyes. you turn your head and look up, oblivious to your slip-up. the sorcerer doesn’t utter a word and instead glares down at your short frame. he looks irritated, or more annoyed.

“oh,” you realise why only a few seconds after.

you bow your head at him and try to explain yourself in a hurry. normally, you’d address him with respect like everyone else does. ‘my lord’, ‘lord sukuna’, or even ‘master’.

you nearly fall to your knees. you don’t know how or what sukuna’s going to do now that you’ve dropped the honorifics on accident and called him by a nickname.

you hold your hands together, “my deepest apologi—“

“again,” sukuna demands in a rough voice.

you freeze for a second before tilting your head back. you catch a glimpse of his expression; he’s amused, intrigued and perhaps still a bit annoyed. he repeats, “call me that again.”

sukuna isn’t annoyed by the fact that you’ve called him by a nickname for the first time. he’s annoyed, because your sweet voice makes him feel stuff he’s sworn to never feel for a regular human.

that warm feeling in his chest. . . he hates it. yet he yearns for it. from you.

you hesitate for a second, unsure if the firm tone in sukuna’s voice was a bad sign or not. you decide to just comply and hope for the best, “. . . ryo.”

sukuna grits his teeth. you think he’s mad, but in reality, he’s trying to eliminate the feelings of love from within him. your voice calling him so affectionately—so intimately; it makes him feel that warmth in his chest.

no one’s dared to call him anything like that before. everyone’s formal with him. it’s a must. sukuna’s used to everyone acknowledging his superiority in the conversations he holds. it’s a given.

no one refers to him so casually. no one dares to.

you’re the first one to break that pattern. the first one to make sukuna’s cold heart tremble. if it were anyone else, they’d be his dinner by now. but it’s you so it’s. . . fine, he assumes. an exception.

silence falls in the hallway. luckily, not another soul is around to witness the king of curses struggling to contain his own ‘foolish’ emotions.

sukuna clicks his tongue and sighs before continuing to walk ahead of you.

you scurry after him—keeping your head low. you don’t wish to upset him any further. you feel like you overstepped a boundary just now.

the silence continues for a couple seconds, both of you deep in thought.

sukuna’s the one to end the quiet atmosphere. his voice is as deep and cold as ever, though there’s no denying the subtle softness that creeps in whenever he talks with you.

he takes a deep breath and sighs. he keeps walking and doesn’t spare you a glance, however his words say enough;

“from now on, that’s the only way you’ll address me until i say otherwise, understood?”

[onelime]

only talking to sukuna's stomach mouth when he pisses you off

Sukuna’s developed an irritating habit. Whenever he’s fed up with you, or whenever he doesn’t want to entertain one of your questions, he’ll simply stay quiet and gesture towards his stomach. It’s kind of like saying ‘talk to the hand’. But in his case, it’s ‘talk to the stomach mouth’. 

Then his stomach mouth will shoot you this wide, smug grin, like it’s more than happy to converse with you. And you’ll just toss up your hands and groan, annoyed that your husband won’t even bother to speak with you face to face. 

But recently you've taken Sukuna up on his offer, turning the tables to give him the silent treatment while still chatting away with his stomach. Because Sukuna underestimated just how much that mouth of his likes to rile someone up. Even if it’s the rest of his body. 

Now, Sukuna’s lounging on the bed, limbs draped carelessly along the mattress. He’s trying to feign indifference. Trying to pretend he’s unphased by the fact that you haven’t spoken to him in four whole days. 

But you know better. You see the slight clench in his jaw, the scowl that deepens on his face each time he steals a look your way. He watches as you sit by the window, gazing at the scenery outside. 

When the silence stretches on longer than he can bear, Sukuna sets his pride aside to clear his throat and ask, “Are you still doing this?” 

You don’t even spare him a glance, continuing to look out the window. “Middle Mouth,” you say, “will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I have no idea what he’s talking about?”

Sukuna scoffs in disbelief, but that mouth of his flashes its teeth and singsongs, “Sukunaaaa. She doesn’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I heard you,” Sukuna huffs, speaking to you instead of his stomach.

He hates this whole situation. Hates that you're not speaking with him. Hates that you’ve given his stomach mouth a nickname. And he hates that the mouth is entertaining it at all. 

 His jaw clenches once more, and he sighs before saying, “You’re ignoring me.” 

He’s not wrong. For almost a week, you’ve been avoiding your husband, refusing to interact or even look at any part of him other than his stomach maw. But despite all of his sulking and sour moods, you act as if nothing is amiss.

“Middle Mouth, will you please inform the rest of Sukuna that I am not ignoring him. You and I just had a lovely conversation, didn’t we?”

“Sukunaaaa,” the mouth singsongs again. “She isn’t ignoring you…well, me.” That grin returns, and you can’t help but let out a quiet laugh. Why didn’t you start speaking with your husband’s stomach mouth sooner? He really is entertaining.

“Stop that. Don’t humor her,” Sukuna scolds.

“Middle Mouth, you can converse with me as you please.”

“I intend to,” his maw replies. 

Sukuna’s eyes narrow, but he’s not sure whether to direct his glare at you or his abdomen. “How long do you intend to keep up these antics?”

You brush an imaginary piece of lint from your clothes and say, "Middle Mouth, please inform the rest of Sukuna that I’m still waiting on a proper apology from him." 

“I’m warning you, do not–”

“Sukunaaaa. She is waiting for a proper apology from you.”

Sukuna stares murderously down at his lower half. He’s finally met his match. The only ‘enemy’ that he can’t silence by force. Himself. 

And secretly, you think that he slightly enjoys that you’re speaking with his stomach mouth. It shows him that despite this silent treatment, you still desire some form of communication with him. 

So he’ll put up with the teasing, the inside jokes, and the fact that his wife is being stolen by his own body.

You decide to press your luck a little bit further, and say something you know will send your husband over the edge. “Middle Mouth–”

“Not again,” Sukuna groans, tossing his head back.

“Do you remember what I told you? What we talked about last night?”

“What?!?" Sukuna demands, sitting up abruptly and sending the covers around him flying.

“Oh, I remember,” his maw says, immediately grinning and playing into it. 

“Well, I was thinking about it and–”

“Why are you speaking with my wife at night?”

“Our wife. And what we discuss during late hours does not concern you.” 

“Anyways, as I was telling you, Middle Mouth, before I was rudely interrupted–”

“No. This ends now."

In seconds, Sukuna’s beside you, all 7 feet of him towering over you intimidatingly. He rubs a hand across his jaw, like he has to physically force the words out of his mouth. “I.. apologize for not answering when you asked me which of my cocks I urinate from.”

“…”

“The answer is both of them.”

Immediately, your mood lifts. You turn away from the window, smiling and facing your husband like nothing was ever wrong. “Apology accepted.” And then to his stomach mouth, “We’ll continue our conversation later.” 

a/n: idk why the mouth is referring to him in third person...js to be annoying ig lol

[feyrinnn]

꒰unrequited꒱ friend!gojo just can't tell you how he feels ꩜ angst; pining; unrequited feelings (maybe)

It wasn't easy, not being someone's first love.

To know that when he had met you, on that one fateful night that had changed the complete course of Satoru's life, you had been crying over someone else.

It wasn't until much later that this particular fact would become an uncomfortable itch; always present, always painful. Growing stronger day by day, an incessant rash he couldn't find relief from.

No, that night, it didn't even register. Satoru had just laid his blue eyes upon the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, and all else had faded away.

For all he cared, it seemed like somebody else's bad day was his lucky one – even while you explained through rushing tears the whole story that had led to your very recent break up, all Satoru could hear was that you were single.

Maybe that made him an asshole, but he didn't care. He was too drunk to care that night.

And you clearly had been drinking too, drowning your sorrow in cheap alcohol, served at some random house party you had been invited to. You wanted a distraction, something to make you forget, you kept saying.

So Satoru sat with you all night. Listening, trying to make you laugh, as the rest of the party raged on behind you, the noise barely registering. Just completely hypnotized by you. Wondering how your lipstick tasted, and noting how good your smile made him feel.

He wanted to kiss you, desperately, but he didn't – why the hell didn't he?

Because now, here he was, in a position he never thought he'd find himself in.

Satoru Gojo was in love.

That was terrifying.

That night, he called you a ride home and got in with you when you asked him to. Satoru helped you up the stairs, made sure you were tucked in bed with a cold glass of water on the nightstand for the morning, and then he left.

Not even a goodbye kiss, not even a number exchanged. He just wanted to make sure the pretty girl at that party made it home safe.

Imagine his surprise when you called the next day. Apparently had even messaged everyone at that party asking about the kind tall guy with white hair, until someone gave you his number.

And Satoru cringed at himself for how his heart leapt out of his chest hearing your voice through the speaker.

Truth was, even if both of you had been sober, Satoru sensed something that night that he knew he was better off staying away from. He should have kept it that way, spent the rest of his life wondering what if.

But now?

Now he was sitting next to you on your sofa, watching a movie he was barely paying attention to. Every time you moved your thighs touched, and Satoru felt like a fucking teenager again. This movie night thing had even been his idea, just an excuse to meet you now that the two of you were getting closer.

You texted almost every day. Went for coffee sometimes. Hell, he even started running so he could see you more often, suggesting you two join the local club.

Little by little, you opened up to him. Trusted him. And somewhere along the way, Satoru had fallen completely, desperately, deliriously in love with you. And you had found a best friend.

How the hell Satoru Gojo got friend zoned he didn't know, but his inability to just tell you his feelings might have something to do with it.

But every time he considered it, Satoru remembered that night. How you had cried to a stranger at a party because you felt so fucking alone.

It wasn't just that he was jealous you had loved someone already. Sure, that didn't help, but the truth is… Satoru couldn't bring himself to live with the fact that, if he did tell you his feelings and somehow you agreed to date him, then, one day, it could be him you were telling a stranger about.

The thought of breaking your heart pained him more than the possibility of never knowing the way that damn lipstick tasted.

Because he knew what that looked like already.

And he couldn't bring himself to be the reason for it.

hi its been a while <3

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[pamisn]

im thinking of opening commissions just to get back into writing..

[pamisn]

I need xiaofeng so bad its not even funny. And i pulled and got someone else end me NOW

[pamisn]

i AM writing long distance caleb hcs but in the meantime have my face practice + the leon kennedy

[pamisn]

I'm watching twd world beyond, expect huck fanfics 🙏 I am obsessed.

[pamisn]

I impulsively bought rpg maker mz (it was on sale) so now I have to learn how to use it AND work on my book AND try to find the time to write any fanfic. 😭