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2.22.26
SILENT VOICE MENTIONED OMGOMGKMG YOUR NEW THEME IS SOOO PEAK!!!
ALSOOO,, DO YOU HAVE ANY MOVIE RECS? your media taste seems peak lolol!!
HOW U DOINGG BTW?? HOPE ITS GOING WELL!!! Take care and drink a lot of water >:3
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HIIII THANK HOU I LOVE A SILENT VOICE!!
i think u should watch look back if you like the chainsaw man art, it’s also created by fujimoto. its around 50-60 mins long and it’s basically a short movie, super good 10/10 recommend if ur into little melancholy media
also i recommend perks of being a wallflower if you haven’t watched it. it’s not a manga recreation but the book is also really good, it’s my top 3 favorite movies
I AM DOING… okay! finals are coming up so i’m a bit stressed.. how’ve you been though?? and THANK YOU I MISSED YOU
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, crazy gf!reader guilt trips bf!sukuna into getting back together again (crack)
you filed your nails as you lounged on the couch. you asked without looking up, “kuna, what should we do tonight? i was thinking maybe we could meet up with gojo, geto, and my shoko- but before that maybe we can go to the mall so you can buy me that new lipgloss i wanted- but before that i also want to-“
“i have something to say,” sukuna ran a hand down his tattooed face. he rushed over to sit next to you on the couch, almost sweating as his eyes darted around. he looked at your nail file then you, “put the nail file down, look at me. we need to talk about this.” his eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
“ooookay?” you placed your nail file on the coffee table before you looked at your nails, then a smile spread across your face at the results before you eyed him.
“i uh, needed to talk about this with you,” his breath shook, “we need to break up.” he braced himself for impact, and he clutched the plush couch.
you picked up the nail file again, “i love that! i’m totally fine with that, don’t even worry, sukuna.”
his eyebrows raised in shock. this must be a trick, he thought. there’s no way she’s actually fine with this. his heart broke a little when you didn’t use your special nickname for him.
“are you- are you tricking me, woman? how are you not angry?”
“angry?” you guffawed, “do you even know me? when’s the last time i got angry?” before he could respond with ‘a couple of hours ago,’ you continued, “people grow apart and relationships don’t last! it’s like, totally fine!”
he shifted uncomfortably as he remembered all the times you were upset at him over stupid things, and how he’d have to sleep on the couch or beg for your forgiveness— even though the arguments were almost always your fault.
he stood up, “okay. bye,” he rushed out, then grabbed the doorknob and sighed when you began to say something.
“can i just,” you paused when he looked at you with softer eyes, “can i ask why?” he eyes at you like you’d grown a second head. you continued, “i’m trying to work on myself, sukuna. i’m trying to grow and everything, so i’d appreciate some feedback!” you gave him a smile, but something was a bit off, he just doesn’t know what.
“uh,” he scratched the back of his neck, “you’re- i think you’re a bit of a controlling person-“
“aw, thank you for that sukuna! i loooove that feedback, but do you know what your problem is?”
he turns back to you, heart beat fast in his chest as he grumbled, “what?”
“you’re manipulative, you’re controlling, and you’re a huge asshole to like, everyone!” you said with a smile on your face as you placed the nail file down.
“i, uh,” he paused, then took a cautionary step back back when you look at him with squinted eyes, “are you angry?”
“i’m not, i’m totally not angry!” there was a brief pause, “i’m just happy you said your piece, then i got to say mine because you normally didn’t let me do that in our relationship, you know? you didn’t listen to me much.” as you began to look away, sukuna’s chest felt heavy. he instinctively rushed to your side and placed an arm around you, you continued, “you’re a controlling, manipulative person, literally everyone says it, even gojo.”
“i don’t feel like i am-“
“oh, that’s so funny because you’re so so so wrong!”
“okay, you sound pretty angry-“
“i’m not angry!” and sukuna saw the malicious smile you would show when you were up to no good, “i love this! i love that you came here, to my special place, you’re in my room and you’re breaking up with me here, where i live! it’s almost like i’ll think of this moment every time i’m here,” your laughter faded into sobs as you teared up, mascara ran down your face like a violent river.
“woman, you won’t come to my apartment, so i had to come here-“
your wails became louder, “oh, here’s the king of assholes, again!”
“no, babe, i’m not the king of the assholes-“
“why are you manipulating me? you say you break up with me then you cuddle me and call me babe, then you deny that you’re the king of assholes which you clearly are, just look at what you’re doing right now!”
“i’m not- you don’t want to come to my apartment because you said it smells like a man lives there, and i do-“
“oh, so i’m a bitch then? what the hell’s wrong with you, why would you even think that?” you sobbed.
“i didn’t say that-“
“why are you yelling at me? i’m trying to talk to you about my feelings now because you never let me do that when we were dating-“
“that is not true-“ his jaw dropped in shock at your lies.
“so in a fucking liar now? is that what you think i am now? what, am i a liar or a bitch?” tears streamed down your face in large globs.
“no, babe, i would never call you either of those,” his eyebrows furrowed in worry as his heart beat hard in his chest with this newfound stress.
“no, it’s too late! you basically already called me those because you broke up with me,” you cried, “but apparently i’m just not good enough for you.”
“didn’t i tell you to stop talking down to yourself-“
“i’m so confused, are you breaking up with me or not? you’re giving me mixed signals!” you jerked your head away and wiped your eyes.
“fuck,” he groaned, “i’m not breaking up with you!”
“ohh, okay cool! so, kuna, are we going to shoko’s or maybe gojo’s so we can see him and geto? ugh, i also want to have a get together with just the girls and i- ooh, or maybe just the two of us can stay here for tonight and watch some movies?” you did air quotes, then giggled as you proudly strutted to your bathroom and closed the door on him after you grinned back at him and gave him a little wave.
sukuna could hear you still talking to him through the barrier of the thin walls, and he was in such confusion, although he couldn’t say he didn’t expect this. he sat on your soft bed, sunken into the mattress as he ran a hand through his hair, “what the hell just happened,” he groaned.
god, you were going to give him white hairs before he even turned thirty.
ib that one key and peele skit of andre and meegan breaking up
trying to write more in past tense, pls tell me if there’s any mistakes lol
send in requests pls i have two more weeks left of school then i’ll be writing all summer i think
silent voice theme is peak btw
wait cus i’m obsessed with ur blog theme hold up
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, nephew!yuji worries about you when you and unckuna have an argument
it was a friday afternoon, and you were tired of sukuna never listening to your words. you curled into yourself, desperate for warmth in your cold and lonely bed, with the silent house. something was wrong.
the door creaked open just a smidge, and tiny footsteps came in, along with soft sniffles and hiccups that came from what sounded like to be yuji.
when you looked down with your eyebrows furrowed, all of your irritation was driven away when a tear-stained yuji stood by the side of your bed. you could almost feel your heart breaking into millions of pieces as he gazed up at you with a pout, with his glossy eyes and with his hands that grabbed the covers.
“oh, yuji,” you cooed, then you picked him up by the armpits and sat him on your lap, “what’s wrong, baby?”
you could hardly hear his voice over his sobs, “do you- hic- not love hic- kuna anymwore?”
you wiped at his tears, “i still love him, yuji, we just need a couple of hours away from each other, you shouldn’t be worried about this stuff.”
“please don’t leave us! i’ll- i’ll miss you, and- hic- kuna looks at photos of you like-like all the time! you’re on his phone and he talks to me about you even though he- hic- told me not to tell you!” he wailed.
he babbled on and on, snot and tears soaked your shirt as he gripped the cloth in his little fists like he was scared you’d leave. it isn’t until you placed a small, reassuring kiss on his forehead that his sobs softened to sniffles.
“i’m not leaving you two, okay?” you whispered, then focused his glossy brown eyes.
he whimpered and nodded, but his head snapped toward the bedroom door when it creaked open. his little eyebrows furrowed as he clung on tighter to you when he saw sukuna in the doorway.
“no!” yuji exclaimed as sukuna began to step closer, then held an arm out to somehow protect you, “you made her sad!”
“that’s why i’m here to apologize, brat. leave so i can do this in private.” he argued, then rolled his eyes as he sat down on the bed next to you.
yuji grumbled and pushed him with all his might, but to no avail. “go away!” he shouted. sukuna only laughed, then gently pushed yuji as he toppled onto you.
but during a moment of silence, yuji still held onto you, then embraced you into a tiny but tight hug, and he still frowned at sukuna, while he tried his best to intimidate him.
“i didn’t mean what i said,” he mumbled, as he ashamedly looked down at the sheets, “i’m an asshole, i know that. but i’m trying to be better for you… and for this little runt here too.” he ruffled yuji’s messy hair, who huffed in protest. sukuna continued, “i’m sorry. i’ll be more considerate of your words next time,” he caressed your soft hand in his tattooed one.
yuji slowly looked back up at you with red around his eyes, “does this mean we can still have movie fridays after school?”he whispered.
“yes,” you smiled, “thank you for apologizing, kuna,” you murmured, “i love you.”
he reciprocated the words, and when you two left a kiss on each other’s lips, yuji let out a little ‘yuck!’ with a soft giggle.
suddenly, like a little boy his age who couldn’t focus on anything for more than five minutes, he ran out of the room and yelled, “i’m picking the movie!”
hope u guys like this! gonna work on another kuna requests… maybe hybrid tiger kuna
pls send in requests
trying to do more past tense, tell me if there’s any grammar mistakes besides capitalization
OOOOHHHH MY GOD SILENT VOICE MENTIOMND
UMMM EXCUSE ME SAYAKA MENTIONEDDDD
Ur my best friend in my mind now ily
HEWOO POCKY!! HOW ARE U?
I'm so happy today cuz me and my partner are making 8 months together,, and they gave me a lovely letter and even a drawing of my yumeships (shinsou & rei todoroki) for me hehe >:3
Also, my robotics team has been getting a lot of support lately!! That's great for me :]
I HOPE YOU'RE DOING OKAY!! Eat well, drink water and make sure to rest! You seem so busy, so please take care!~
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HAIIII 💤 ANONNNNN
but oh my gosh i am so so sooo happy for you!! it’s so cool they love u yumeshipping too that’s so adorable. ofc u know i love shinsou with all my heart but i rlly rlly hear you out with rei she’s beautiful!!!
i’ve wanted to join robotics for a while but i always get too nervous! i might join next year :) i’m so glad ur getting the support u need and everything, and that ur having funnnn
i hope you’re doing amazing right now, thank you, and stay safe safe safe
ok so.... hiromi with reader who had plenty of unrequired love and now can't deal with someone (him) being deep in love with her, even tho woman is LOVING
hiii i’m not sure if this is what u wanted but it’s what i wrote
tysm for the request
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, the three times you’ve denied higuruma’s love and the one time you’ve accepted it
first time: ‘lawyer appreciation day.’
when you arrive at the law firm, reluctantly stepping with heavy feet that seem to drag on the floor, you sit down and begin reviewing your piles and piles of cases. the noticeable pattern of knocks on the door disturbs your peace.
“come in,” you sigh, leg bouncing with stress as you rest your head on your fist.
although you don’t look up from your papers and keep writing, a box of chocolates and a cup of coffee are placed on your desk.
you hum in confusion, and the recognizable deep voice of higuruma replies, “it’s lawyer appreciation week,” with a small smile on his face.
your heart flutters, but you push the feelings down. your eyebrow raises, “i don’t think that’s a thing, higuruma.”
a soft chuckle escapes him, “you don’t know of it because i made it up.” how much more obvious could he act?
you grumble and ignore him, rhythmically tapping your foot against the wooden floor so he would get the hint and leave. he’s so distracting!
as he turns away to leave, he nods, “have a good rest of your day.”
you quietly respond, “you too,” and he sees the movement of your lips just in time, finally closing the door behind him with gentle eyes and a slight smile.
second time: he asks if you’d like him to drive you home after a long day.
your eyes are barely open as your hand glides on the paper, writing faster than your mind can think. the moonlight gleams through the blinds and shines only on a portion of your papers, though mostly illuminated by a lamp. frogs and crickets are heard outside, with the occasional sound of footsteps walking past the firm.
and before you know it, higuruma’s in your office.
“did you not even notice me coming in?” he teases, “you must be sleep-deprived.”
“look in the mirror, higuruma,” you mumble.
he scoffs, then looks at the bags under your eyes and your downturned lips. “i can drive you home if you’d like. it doesn’t seem too safe for you to be driving in a state like this.”
you look away from his observant gaze, “i don’t think that’s necessary, i’ll just sleep here for tonight,” you yawn.
“you shouldn’t have to do that. take the day off tomorrow, i can take on your workload,” he argues.
“mmh, you’re not supposed to do that,” you mumble, slowly drifting off.
higuruma lets it happen with a sigh, and he takes his blazer off to drape it over you once you’re passed out on your desk.
he doesn’t tell you, but he stays the night at the law firm to ensure your safety.
third time: noticing.
“that’s a new blouse, isn’t it?” “here’s a drink from that coffee shop you never got around to going to.” “found this book on display in a small bookstore on my way here. she’s your favorite author, isn’t she?” “when’d you get that haircut?”
there’s something new higuruma notices every day.
it’s almost like he knows you better than you know yourself.
and although no man has treated you like you’re worth more than you think, it’s hard to break old habits of blocking yourself off, isolating yourself from other people.
sometimes you believe that maybe there’s a man out there who will worship and devote himself to you. maybe that man is worth opening up to.
a different time: he asks you out to dinner.
higuruma’s almost ready to give up. he’s paced around his office at times, worrying about whether you think he’s some sort of man who won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. he doesn’t want to give up just yet.
so he strides to your office across from his, and he halts at your door with a gold plate of your name on it. quickly, he fixes his suit and tightens his tie before knocking, hearing a quiet ‘come in,’ and nervously letting himself in.
he tries his best not to show it- how nervous he is when he’s around you. he’s not sure what he’ll do if this doesn’t work, what else should he give or show you after this? should this moment be his sign to quit seeking you out?
for once, you look up from your papers and put your pen down, crossing your legs and tilting your head, “yes?”
oh, he’s head over heels for you. he can hardly remember what he’s here for, he’s almost sweating. he shouldn’t be this nervous about what others may think is a low-stress-inducing situation.
he clears his throat, “would you like to go out to dinner with me on friday night? that restaurant you’ve talked about has reservations open.”
his heart beats quickly in his chest, threatening to throw itself out and splat! into your hands. you stare at him for a few moments with a blank expression before smiling.
“yes, i’m off that day,” you glance around the room, trying to hide your embarrassment, “just tell me when the reservation is.”
“at six. i’ll pick you up?”
you pause, chest and cheeks warming as you smile to yourself, “sure.”
“i’ll see you then,” he grins and heads himself out of your office.
he’s broken down the walls you put up, in the best way possible.
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ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, a small mother’s day gift from son!yuji and husband!sukuna
“mama?” a high-pitched voice and chubby hands grabbing at your cheeks wake you up.
sleepily, you grumble and shift around in the soft sheets of your bed, sinking into the mattress but blearily opening your eyes.
yuji stands at the side of your bed with a messily-cut heart-shaped card. he smiles widely, jumping up and down and placing it into your hands when you sit up.
“open it!” he giggles.
a rougher voice chimes in, “not too loud, brat, she’s still waking up,” and a large, scarred hand comes down to ruffle yuji’s hair.
“oh, sorry,” he whispers, trying to be the quietest he can.
a soft chuckle escapes you as you open the card, and read the letter with messy handwriting and backwards letters. at the bottom is a drawing with bright colors, a drawing of you, yuji, and sukuna. on the left is a blob the color of your hair with a smiley face, a smaller pink blob is what you’ve learned is yuji, and the big pink blob is sukuna, a little more apparent due to the angry eyebrows and the smile with sharp teeth. little arms come out of the two blobs, and they give you a large heart.
sukuna watches your eyes travel through the words on the card, and how your lip begins to wobble and your eyes become teary.
your chest and face become warm and a smile takes over your face as tears stream down your cheeks.
underneath, the drawing is captioned: ‘best mom in the world!’
“i love you, mama, this much!” yuji stretches his arms as wide as he can with furrowed brows, trying to somehow increase his arm length but to no avail, before he grunts and gives you a tight hug after being put on the bed by sukuna.
“i love you too, baby,” you whisper, leaving a plush kiss on his chubby cheeks, causing him to giggle and grab your face, and place two aggressive kisses to each cheek.
sukuna gently pats yuji’s back, “alright, come on brat. go get dressed, we’re going out for breakfast.”
yuji gives you one last tight hug before sprinting off to his bedroom.
“you’re a great mother,” sukuna sits down on the bed as he wraps an arm around you and leaves a kiss on your forehead, “the best, especially to the kid.”
you smile as he wipes the tears from your cheeks, and his arms embrace you in a hug, and when he’s about to give you a little peck on the cheek, the door swings open.
“hurry, hurry, clothes!” yuji exclaims, then runs back out the room.
sukuna lets out a heavy sigh, “damn brat…”
happy mother’s day
ᢉ𐭩 gn!reader, bathing and combing giyuu’s hair after a hard day
giyuu’s tired, battered, and bruised. he single-handedly took on about a dozen demons, and although he always acts like it isn’t a big deal, he’s come home with darker bags under his eyes. the guilt he feels when he can’t save someone is self-destructive, and this job has been wearing him out.
he never knows when or if he’ll be able to come back to your safe, warm embrace again.
but when he comes back to your estate, which has become a habit instead of going to his own, you’ve already drawn him a warm bath, and you stand in the bathroom with a shy smile on your face.
you’ve always known about giyuu’s feelings, about his past, especially with his childhood best friend. he’s never felt like he deserves to be the water hashira, or even a hashira itself for that matter. even with all of your reassurance, he still doesn’t believe that he is deserving of the ‘lord’ title.
but intimate moments like these tell him enough. the way you bathe him so gently makes him feel delicate. your touch makes him feel like he’s worth something, like he isn’t just an unfortunate source of power.
so as soon as he silently gets into the bath, and you begin rubbing soap on his bare chest, he lets out a sigh. he knows it’s an intimate moment, and he wouldn’t rather have anyone else but you with him. you run your hands over his scars and new bruises, treating him like a masterpiece, a sculpted piece of art.
and when you’re done scrubbing his entire body, you bring some clean water up to his hair, and he willingly tilts his head back, something you’ve told him to do so water doesn’t run into his eyes. once you’ve rinsed it, you place a gentle kiss on his wet cheek, and although he’s had a stoic expression for most of the time, he gives you a tired smile.
you hand him a towel and stand up, leaving and closing the door behind you so he can dry himself off and get dressed for bed.
a couple of minutes pass, and before you know it, he’s opening the door to your bedroom and closing it behind you. he kneels in front of you, back facing you so you can comb through his hair.
you untangle his long hair and brush through it. a soft sigh of pleasure leaves him, and you smile at his relief. he sits through the session with no complaints.
when you’re done, you place a kiss on his neck and watch him shudder at the unexpected touch. you giggle at his sensitivity, and he grumbles at your teasing.
but you tap his back, a movement you do so he knows you’re getting up to climb into bed, and he follows you.
he bends down and crawls into bed next to you, quickly finding comfort in your warmth.
though something’s missing, and you’re not cuddling him how you normally do.
he begins to feel frustrated until your lips are soft and pressing against his, giving him plush, comforting kisses.
he feels the bed shift underneath him, and he places a hand on your back, rubbing it up and down. when you try to pull away, he quietly chases your lips, and you reluctantly come back to kissing him. after the short moment, you give him one more kiss before lying back down.
giyuu lets out a small, almost inaudible huff. he’ll never admit it, but he already misses your lips on his, and he misses your touch too.
your arm, however, finds its way to his stomach and lies across it. you cuddle up more to him, and although his hands aren’t all over you like yours are to him, he places a reassuring, large hand on your back.
right before you drift off to sleep, you feel a soft kiss on your forehead, and giyuu feels you cling on tighter to him.
repost from my other account!
HEWOOO!
im the 💤 anon from noriette!!
kinda forgot that i got tumblr hehe, sorry!!!!
your writing is still fire tho💕😎
HAIIIIIII MY LOVELY 💤 ANON I MISSED YOUUU
i hope you’re doing well 🥹 how’ve you been??
and thank you ml i haven’t had a lot of time to write, ive been so busy but ill definitely be more active during summer break 💕
alsooo pls call me pockyum or pocky now heh im trying to sort of separate the two accounts
it’s so nice to hear from u again!!!
here are some of my favourite fluff jjk writers! SHOUTOUT TO THEM <333 @luxxid @lucyienne @pockyum @gojosteddy @sukunasleftbanana
i love that there’s so many creators out there who don’t realize how appreciated they are and are getting more recognition. i’m making a blog recs list of creators i should check and am so happy i can consume more stories for my undying thirst of all things jjk
send a love letter!
hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii so for like hybrids I have this I idea choso being a puppy and like he keeps following you around for attention byeeeeeree love the work ☺️☺️☺️🐞🐞🐞🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷🌷
amazing idea!!!! i did a sort of clingy puppy!choso here, thank you for the request!
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, puppy!choso is so clingy!
your new puppy hybrid, choso, is so clingy!
your friends are so worried because of how possessive he is, but you say it’s probably just because you’re his new owner, although you’ve had him for a few years now.
whenever choso hears another voice coming through your phone, especially if you’re calling with someone, he whines and nudges your knees with his chin as he kneels on the ground, looking up at you with big brown eyes. he knows you’ll eventually lie and say you have to go, that you have a meeting of some sort, only because you know choso sulks if he doesn’t have your attention.
so he climbs up and shoved his head under your shirt, then lies on your chest as his tail wags. his big hands grab at you just for more physical contact, and he shrinks into himself with a whimper when you scold him for squeezing you too hard.
and whenever you’re doing something important that requires focus, it’s always broken by choso. sometimes you’re at the stove, stirring up some vegetables in a pan when large arms wrap around you and a long, fluffy tail is heard thumping against the cabinets.
although you tell him to get off because you need to focus, he pretends he doesn’t hear you, but he knows you won’t do anything about him misbehaving— nothing he doesn’t like, at least.
but he gets so jealous whenever you come home from the bar with your friends, smelling the lingering scent of alcohol and cologne from men trying to hook up with you, but to no avail. whenever you come home from events like that, he has to cover you in his scent immediately!
choso doesn’t mind that your friends don’t seem to like him very much. well, he has been the reason why you’ve been flaking so often. as soon as you get dressed after telling him you’re going out with the girls, he sighs and curls up in your sheets, though watching you at your vanity with teary puppy eyes, silently begging you not to leave— how could you say no to that adorable face?
so, maybe choso is a bit clingy, but you don’t mind, and that’s exactly how he likes it.
hope yall like this
reqs are open especially for kuna
hellooo….😳😳
IM UR 🌧️ ANON FROM NORIETTE GAHHHH
HELLO MLLLL IM SO HAPPY TO HESR FROMBYOU AGAIN
alsooo can we use pockyum instead of noriette??? trying to sort of separate the accounts and become more active on this one :)
how’ve you been though i missed you
ᢉ𐭩 fem!reader, little yuji is cold in the middle of the night, so he cuddles up next to you and kuna
it’s the middle of the night when you hear the door creak. you nuzzle into sukuna’s chest, thinking you’re just imagining things as you keep your eyes closed.
but small pitter-patters of feet make its way to your side of the bed, and a tiny hand tugs on the covers.
a soft hum of confusion escapes your lips as you rub the sleep from your eyes and squint at the blurry fluff of pink hair looking up at you.
“‘s too cold… can i sleep wif you..?” yuji asks, looking up at you with his big brown eyes as he clutches his little blanket and his tiger plushie held tight in his chubby arms.
“mhm, c’mere, baby,” you murmur, picking him up by the armpits and settling him in between you and ryomen.
a groan comes from said man, and he goes to turn on his back when yuji hits his chest.
ryomen stops turning and grumbles, “what’re you doing, brat? go back to bed…”
“‘s too cold!” yuji complains, moving to lay on sukuna’s chest.
“you’re going to make me overheat. get off.”
“nooo!”
“shhht!” you kick your legs and shush them, “figure something out and be quiet…” you murmur, already falling asleep.
silence occupies the room when suddenly yuji not so quietly whispers in sukuna’s ear, “i’m sleeping here,” while lying on his chest.
“you are not. get-“
sukuna’s interrupted when he’s kicked by a pair of colder feet next to him, and he scoffs. yuji tries to muffle his giggles in his hand but fails, as you can’t keep a smile off your face with adorable sounds like that.
as soon as you’re about to fall asleep, a large hand pulls you closer, having your back facing away from him instead of toward him now. your leg naturally lies on his, and your cheek presses onto the muscle of his arm, using it as a pillow.
he keeps a hand secure on your head and pats yuji’s back, and although the little boy is passed out, sukuna mumbles, “sleep, brats,” as he protects the two people he loves the most.
def taking reqs for them… gonna make this a series if i have enough ideas
