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dibujé al jason como el fedelobo por q andamos en fokin rachita
when you’re invited to the big evil meetup but you contribute nothing of value and just talk shit with your bf instead
♡ ⸝⸝ post nut clarity w satoru 🤫 ! ❤︎₊ ⊹ cw: suggestive ⸝⸝ fluff
“holy shit.”
satoru let his head fall against the pillow with a soft thud, closing his eyes as he exhaled. his white hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and his chest heaved with each breath.
“i know,” you murmured. you brought your hand to your face and sighed softly.
“that was… i don’t even have words, i—” he trailed off, shaking his head.
then, without warning:
“i think i wanna marry you.”
suddenly, you were wide awake.
you blinked at him. "what?"
the words barely processed in your head. your mind still felt foggy from your orgasm, so the last thing you expected to hear was this.
“marry me,” he repeated, rolling onto his side to face you. a lazy grin tugged at his lips. “so we can do that a hundred more times.”
you stared into his eyes, searching for any sign that this was some sort of sick joke.
“you don’t mean that.” you chuckled awkwardly, averting your gaze.
“i do.” he said firmly. “this is not me officially asking but…" his voice softened "i just had to say it.”
without a word, you rolled onto your back and stared at the ceiling. your heart was racing as his confession sunk in. marriage? he wanted to get married? the thought alone made your stomach twist in knots.
after a beat, he whispered, “well...what do you say?” his voice quivered and you realized—satoru was scared.
you felt kind of bad for him. poor guy probably didn't even realize what he'd let it slip until it was too late. even though the idea of marriage frightened you a little, you turned to face him, a quiet smile breaking through.
“yes.”
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This is canon btw I was the chessboard
୨୧ — When his daughter brings home her first potential boyfriend at fifteen, Sukuna doesn't say a word. He simply sits across from the terrified boy at the kitchen table, his fork clinking against the plate, the sound sharp in the tense air. The entire time, he maintains unblinking eye contact while you attempt to salvage the rest of the dinner conversation with meaningless small talk.
After about twenty minutes, Sukuna finally speaks, "You touch her wrong, they won't find enough of you to bury. Got it, boy?" The boy is out the door just as you bring out the dessert, and your daughter doesn't speak to her father for three days. But when rumors start to circulate that the same boy pressured another girl into something she didn't want, his daughter quietly finds him outside sipping on his favorite whiskey.
Sitting next to him -her shoulder pressed against his-, she whispers, "How did you know?" Sukuna just shrugs, but there's understanding in the silence between them. After that, she doesn't fight his "inspections" quite so hard. He's always been her protector after all.
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୨୧ — During a parent teaching conference, his daughter’s literature teacher suggests she might be "troubled"… due to her persistent interest in writing dark, violent stories… The teachers eyes flicker towards Sukuna’s tattoos and scars, suggesting it might be due to the home environment.
Wrong choice of words.
Before you can intervene, Sukuna leans forward and asks with a deadly calm, "You ever read Dostoyevsky? The fucking Bible?"
The teacher nods, shrinking back in his seat…
"All full of violence. All considered genius. My daughter’s writing isn’t the problem." His voice never rises, but the temperature in the room seems to drop a whole ten degrees as he continues. "Your small mind is."
Two weeks later, your daughter rushes home holding her regional writing trophy. Sukuna has her piece professionally framed and hung in the living room next day.
Because at the end of the day, that’s still his little girl.
Just had to provide some empirical evidence.
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freaky ahh sukana drawing
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Day 3: Scythes & Syringes
A quick look on Professor Crane’s lab.
Need Carlos Oliveira BIBLICALLY.
Like are you fucking KIDDING me?
Okay! I said I’m sure!
And not a helmet in sight