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ft. nanami, gojo, sukuna, higuruma sorcerer!reader summary : in a moment of carelessness you were attacked by a weak curse, leaving a mild injury on your arm. out of pride and maybe shame you decided to not tell your boyfriend about it after you got it patched. but do they really not know?

nanami kento

“isn’t it a bit warm for sweater love?” he asked after you greeted him at your door, ushering him in as he sat next to you at the couch, your favorite show playing on the television. 

“a little,” you replied, yet not making any move at all to take it off, trying your hardest to focus on the moving object that’s being played on the screen despite the intense stare of your boyfriend who looked like he hadn’t taken his eyes off of you ever since he got there. it was like you’re currently under his microscope and you’re scared to move, revealing the wound you’re currently hiding from the man. 

“you’re really planning not to tell me at all,” he asked, although his tone made it as though it was a declaration. a question that had been answered even without you saying anything, a conclusion he had arrived at after seeing your damning silence. 

“tell you what?” you still attempted at playing dumb even though the ruse is out and you had a feeling that nanami had known about it after all. the blond brought his hand up to pinch his nose bridge, a tired expression fell upon his face, the lines on his features seemed tense.  

“come here, let me take a look at your arm,” nanami exclaimed softly, making it clear the displeasure he had was never pointed at you, only to himself, for being so oblivious about the pain you’re in. you relented easily, the gentleness on his voice felt like a warm blanket that’s inviting you to lie under it. 

he folded the fabric softly, grimacing at the neatly wrapped bandage over your skin. 

“does it hurt a lot?” he asked, brows furrowed so deep as he looked at you. 

“shoko patched it all up, i’m fine ken,” you replied, wanting to ease the man’s restlessness, his whole body was practically radiating with worry.

“why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, there’s a hint of unsavoriness in his tone, burying something unpleasant within. 

“you’re mad,” you said, like it’s a statement. 

“maybe, but not at you. never at you,” nanami muttered quietly, being quite obvious that he was referring to himself. “i should’ve noticed sooner.” 

“stop that,” you stated promptly, before his mind could came into any other wrong and ridiculous assumptions. “it’s my fault, i should’ve told you i know i should’ve but i was just embarrassed, i guess. the reason i got this injury in the first place was because i was being too reckless,” you explained softly, slowly pulling back your folded sleeve, wanting to hide it from your vision, shifting the attention to something else already. 

nanami stared at you for a second longer before grabbing your other hand. 

“come here,” he said, pulling you into his lap so you’re straddling him. you put both hands on his shoulder as you did so, refusing to meet his eyes. the blond did not let you do that for long as he cupped your face softly, leading your gaze to his. 

“accidents happen, love. you pulled through, finished your mission even when pushed to the corner and i couldn’t be more proud of you. and you should be too,” he affirmed, kissing the tip of your nose. the tenderness made your stomach churn, to think you’re loved this much by the man in front of you somehow made you all mushy, melting into his embrace as you rest your head on his shoulder.

“so you don’t think i’m incompetent?”

“never. a little clumsy and somehow more often than not reckless? maybe. but you’re fully capable of handling your job.”

you smiled at his playful dig, appreciating how nanami made an effort to keep the conversation light. 

“i love you.”

“and i love you. so please take better care of yourself next time alright?”

gojo satoru

“show me.”

“show you what?”

“baby i’d normally love to play along but not this time, not when you’re clearly injured and you’re trying to hide it from me,” gojo said, his usual playful tone was nowhere to be found, instead replaced by a tone you seldom hear from the man. 

you pulled your sleeve, knowing there was no way you can hide it anymore from him--no, in the first place you didn’t even know what you were thinking, expecting the six-eyes haver to just let you get away with it. 

now that your boyfriend’s easygoing demeanor was gone, you found yourself with no words, knowing that the man who looked like he was about to throw up out of concern wasn’t in any mood to fill the room with jokes and laughter. you tensed up, your body adjusting to the gravity of the situation.

“fuck, are you good baby? this looks bad, does this look bad? what did shoko say? how long do you need to wear this?” he rambled, and your heart stuttered at his agonized expression. 

“i’m fine toru, shojo said it’s not that bad. see? she patched me up nicely,” you whispered, putting a hand atop of his trembling fingers, who’s currently handling you like you’re about to fade away. 

“right, okay, that’s good,” he took more deep breaths, his chest heaved like the air wasn’t really going into his body properly. “i’m sorry i wasn’t there with you. no, that came out wrong. i know you can handle yourself baby but--fuck, i can’t stand seeing you hurt like this,” he said, conflicted. 

“i know, toru. it was my fault, i was getting cocky and the curse caught me off guard. it was kinda embarrassing to be honest so i’m glad you weren’t there or else you’ll get the ick,” you said, attempting to make light of the situation. anything to make him throw away the ‘it’s the end of the world’ look.

at that gojo smiled weakly, kissing your face softly. 

“yeah? i love you baby but unfortunately there isn’t really anything you can do to give me the ick. you’re stuck with me,” he replied matter of factly, like it’s the most obvious conclusion to the conversation. “so you’re okay? is anything hurting?” he scanned you once more, making sure you’re not putting up a fake front.

“i’m fine, a little hungry though.”

“alright let me handle it, food and cuddles are coming.”

“i only said i was hungry?”

“food and cuddles are coming baby, the latter is more for me but still. please, let me have it.”

sukuna

“let me have a look,” sukuna said a second after your front door closed, approaching you with menacing steps.

“at what?” 

“i’m not going to ask twice,” he walked closer. 

“okay okay!” you showed the man your bandaged arm, the man looked at it closely as he held your wrist gently despite his rigid tone when he spoke. “you could be nicer about it you know,” you snided with a pout.

“and you could’ve paid more attention and not get hurt but here we are. we can’t always get what we want can we?” he said gruffly, the grumpy man continued to inspect your injury with a focus exceeding that of a hawk. 

you smiled despite his harsh words, knowing he was probably worried out of his mind, probably more than you. 

“and you have treated this properly?”

“yeah, it’s all good now,” you claimed, the apparent frown on his face only amused you more. 

“be more careful, do you not value your own life?” sukuna scolded with a scoff.

“i do! can’t exactly leave you all alone, you’ll be devastated without me.”

“if you know that already then don’t get hurt again.”

higuruma hiromi

“i should tell you right now you’re not doing a good job of hiding it from me,” higuruma spoke, worry painted all over his face as he stared at you. 

“hide what?” you attempted, even though you knew it was futile. the man only walked closed as response, grabbing your arm gently as he folded your sleeve to see the injury. 

“your moved your arm like it was made out of stone,” he mumbled, putting your hand on his thigh as he inspected it even though there was no visible wound as you had it patched already hours ago. still, higuruma didn’t let up. “why? why did you hide it from me sweetheart?”

“don’t know, i’m just ashamed i guess. they gave me a pretty easy mission but i still messed it up,” you mumbled, loving the softness of his touch as he tucked your hair behind your ear, giving you his full and undivided attention. 

“you didn’t ‘mess’ anything up, you finished the task that was given to you. but you have to understand that sometimes casualties are unavoidable. you saw it through the end even after you got hurt, and that speaks volume about you as a sorcerer,” he explained, patting his lap subtly, inviting you to lie on it.

and you did exactly that. his scent filled your nose as though telling you that you’re finally home. 

higuruma gave your side temple a soft kiss. “please let me be the one to know if something like this happens again darling, i want to be someone you can rely on in any situation.”

“i do rely on you. too much, i feel like.”

-

nanami laid you down gently on the mattress, his familiar scent crowded you almost immediately as you buried half your face deeper into his pillows, filling your nose with a propinquity that felt like home.

nanami stood close by the bed, gazing at you in a state of unreadiness. his usual slicked back hair was now down and unruly, navy shirt fit him snugly making his arm looked extra delicious, loose pants hanging on his torso. it had been a little late when you called him drunkenly to pick you up, he knew you were on a night out with shoko. 

“ugh, it’s so hot,” you mumbled, reaching out to grab the hem of his shirt; nanami played along with a quiet smile on his face, moving a step closer just so your hand could reach. you pulled, beckoning him to sit on the side of the bed, he obliged easily, brushing away the hair that’s sticking on your face. “it’s warm, take off your shirt,” you blinked at him, as he chuckled softly.

“why should i take off my clothes when you’re the one feeling warm, hm?” he asked with a soothing voice, stroking your hair over and over. 

“global warming, and stuff,” you rambled, giving up in putting sense on your sentence. nanami looked at you with wonder, curious to hear what amusing things will come out of your mouth next.

“i wonder what’s going on inside this head right now,” he said, rubbing his thumb gently at the side of your forehead. you sighed deeply, enjoying his touch. 

“i want a kiss,” you claimed suddenly, proving his point. nanami shot a defeated smile, his eyed narrowed in adoration as he caved, planting a short kiss on your lips; his hair tickling your skin as he leaned down. nanami pulled away before you could savor the feel of his mouth thoroughly. 

you jolted awake, breathing raggedly. the vision of valko running ahead and his back getting smaller while you weren’t able to catch up no matter how fast you were chasing him was still as clear as day, replaying like a short clip in your mind.

”valko?” you muttered, hand frantically reaching out to pat the spot beside you—the spot where the man had lied down the night before while holding you close, finding him still asleep and sound. you let out the quietest but somehow still biggest sigh of relief, your heartbeat adjusting to reality after coming down from the horror you were just seeing in your dream. 

he’s here. everything’s fine.

”hey, why are you up? nightmares?” you heard a familiar rasp as valko got up, enveloping you in a big hug from behind, his hand around your stomach as he gently pulled you in so you were leaning on his chest. should’ve known your charade won’t get past his sharp hearing. 

”your heart is racing, i could’ve heard it from miles away,” he claimed softly, bringing a hand to your cheek, gently nudging your face to his way. his yellow orbs gleamed subtly in the dark as they scanned you, his eyes narrowed slightly when he saw tears at the corner of your eyes. 

“you see, i like when your heart does that when you’re near me. but this time? not so much.” he planted his lips to both corners of your eyes, washing the tear away. he kissed your cheeks as well, wanting to erase the trail of wetness away, but above all he just wanted to chase away the sadness you’re currently feeling. 

“just had a dream where you left me,” you said, voice barely above a whisper. “that stupid wolf.” he didn’t miss a beat when he said it, like he’s more angry in your place more than you had been. you let out a small laugh, valko’s eyes softened at the sight, like he just won something so valuable.

“you’re talking about yourself, you know,” you replied, leaning closer to the man hugging his arm closer like it’s your lifeline. 

“i don’t claim him, must be a random man pretending to be me. you know i’ll never leave you. i’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me,” he grinned, showing his canine teeth you had grown to adore, a smile that you could see even a hundred times but still won’t be satisfied. hearing that, you would usually retort with a joke of your own, leading to a light hearted banter. yet now all you could do is stare, as he stared back at you, nuzzling closer as his hair tickled your neck; trying to draw a laugh out of you. 

“promise?” you asked, chuckling softly but at the same time still  tearing up at the thought of your nightmare coming true once more.

valko used his thumb to brush your tears before it they could reach your cheek, his stomach churning at the sight of you being so sad. if only he could take your distress away with the power he had, but he never felt so hopeless when the only thing he could offer at the time was consolation when the only thing he wanted to do was give you everything. so instead he said.

ft. nanami, gojo, geto, sukuna, higuruma, shiu non curse au everyones getting along all that good stuff tags. lighearted, just them apologizing sweetly

Aku cinta bgt sama tulisan kakak tentang Carlos and I love how you write him so damn well. Apakah kak Sky buka komisi tulis menulis dan tidak keberatan jika isinya tentang Carlos x oc? Kalau berkenan bisa spill pricelist atau trade? Kebetulan I can do art and I would love to trade my art with your wonderful drabbles, lemme know if you open for my offer. Terima kasih banyak sebelumnya ❤️

-

to say you’ve had a bad day would be an understatement. 

it wasn’t even about the things that had gone wrong anymore, you couldn’t even say one thing that did go right. 

your alarm didn’t go off this morning, you woke up after four hours of sleep terribly sluggish and also incredibly late. breakfast was a luxury you didn’t have time for, forcing you to go without food until lunch break, only to realize you had forgotten your wallet at home. luckily, your phone battery survived until the payment you made for a sandwich before it died, because of course, the charger head wasn’t plugged in correctly last night as the cherry on top to the disaster that is today. 

you walked home with a heavy shoulder and were practically dragging your feet, dreaming about a hot shower and the warmth of your blanket on your bed. a routine that currently felt like an indulgence, something so close that you could almost test it but also so far away. your brain focused on the surface of your path as you counted your steps on the way. the act was the only thing that’s keeping you together, knowing that as soon as you let yourself think you wouldn’t be able to hold it together anymore. afterall, you’d be able to cry as much as you want when you’re home.

—

“welcome home, love. i took the liberty to use the spare apartment key you gave me a week ago, i wanted to surprise you with dinner. i hope it’s okay,” your boyfriend greeted with a gentle smile as you arrived home, a pink apron tied nicely around nanami’s body. still in a trance, you didn’t manage to give a reply as he continued on with a proud smile, seemingly very excited about the ordeal. 

“i made curry. your favorite. do you want to eat or do you feel like taking a shower first? i’ll keep it warm while you do it,” he claimed with ease, a voice so soft it brought you back to the ground, feet planted on earth. his very existence slowly washed away the piling resentment you’ve collected all day.

tears suddenly streamed down your face, flowing freely like a floodgate that has finally opened. 

i had so much fun making this, lmk if u want more!!

2.4k words of leon having the time of his life being inbetween your legs. nsfw obviously. minors dni.

—

leon had come home later than usual today, shoulders all tight and jaw tense from the teeth gritting you’re not sure he even noticed doing. problem at his work was your best guess as to why he had that expression on his face.  you decided to swallow your usual question about how his day went since the answer was pretty apparent.  still, like the sweet man that he is, leon greeted you with a soft kiss to the forehead, the gentleness he had preserved only for you shone through despite all the tension he’s withholding. 

you embraced the taller man through the silence, hoping that the little gesture could provide some kind of comfort to him. but it seemed like leon had an entirely different idea of comfort that day as he smoothly brought a hand under your knees to carry you straight to the bedroom instead. he laid you down into the mattress, wasting no time in capturing your lips vigorously leaving you breathless under the ambush. 

fire-like sensation flared across your body, your nerves came alive at the touch of his hand on your side, like it’s the only thing keeping his self control intact. you hummed into the kiss, the giddiness only excited him further, kissing you deeper, his mouth moved in a pace like that of a starving man. and to the hunger you could only respond accordingly, matching his hurried rhythm, tasting the desperation from someone who seemed like he couldn’t get enough. 

"let me gooo, i want to make my coffee," you whined softly, the tone made it apparent that you couldn't hold a smile at the sight of your usual collected man being so clingy. provoking him further, you once more tried to release the grasp of his hand on your stomach. the man responded with a disapproving grunt, the vibration from his lips against your skin made you shiver.

"stay, please. i'll make it for you later," he pleaded, trailing lazy kisses along your shoulder blade in hope to get you stay in bed, going as far as bringing his leg over both of yours, practically keeping you in his embrace. you chuckled.

"but i want it now," you replied, yet despite those words you couldn't help but put your hand on his cheek, seeing how the blond nuzzled closer to it, chasing the contact like a cat basking under the attention.

"not yet," he murmured, doubling down by gently turning you over, bringing you closer as you rested your head on his chest. you caved under his relentless touch, both his arms folded snugly behind your back. nanami wore a satisfied smile, like he just achieved something great. "i need another hour of this. of you."

"didn't know i'll be held hostage in some mornings when i went into this marriage," you teased, the comfort of his warm hug made you abandon the scheme you never planned to follow through. your fingers made their way to draw random patterns on the navy shirt he was wearing.

he caught your digits, planting a soft kiss at the back of your hand, "and you promised to accept me as i am in your vow, so i'm afraid you'll have to put up with this for the rest of your life."

you laughed.

ft. zayne, xavier, rafayel, caleb, sylus

fluff

-

“remind me why i let you in my kitchen again?” the blond said exasperatedly, seeing the overly excited energy painted all over across your feature, one hand on the knife in a way some would say too enthusiastically.

“because i’m great company and i bring joy to your life?” you shrugged, as though it was the most obvious answer in the world.

“the only thing you’re bringing me now is a massive headache.” he took the sharp metal from your grasp, gently putting it on the kitchen counter. “turn around, wear your apron properly,” he reprimanded as you did what he asked almost immediately, an amused snort came out of him at your prompt reaction.

“i like the cats on it by the way, didn’t think you were the type,” you claimed, trying your hardest to ignore the warmth of his knuckles grazing on your back as he tied the navy apron with animated felines printed all over the fabric. 

“i don’t know what image you have of me, and i don’t think i want to. but i like catching you off guard,” he said with a slight smile, currently folding the sleeves of his blue shirt. the sight had you in a trance before you turned away quickly, realizing you were ogling the man who lived next door shamelessly.

“well this isn’t enough, if you really want to do that try telling me that sometimes you cook on your own while wearing an apron and nothing else,” you said playfully, catching the man off guard instead.

“good god. you shouldn’t be allowed to talk sometimes,” he said wearily, though there’s a familiar twitch at the corner of his lips, a gesture he often wore when he spoke to you. a resignation that could only be found in someone who’s defeated, having been used to to your antics.