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✴︎ heian era!sukuna with his teething daughter

he'd offered the finger as a formality. a courtesy. something for the baby to grip while he assessed whether her reflexes were developing at an marginal rate.

"watch," he said, lowering one enormous finger toward the baby's hands. "she has my grip. even now she—"

the baby grabbed his finger, yanked it toward her face, and bit down.

"—she," sukuna continued, a half-second too late to maintain any dignity, "is biting me."

sukuna's expression did not change. internally however, several alarms went off.

"...woman."

you didn't even look up from refolding the laundry. "yes?"

"your daughter is eating me."

"she's not eating you. she's gumming on you. it's a teething thing."

"she has applied her entire jaw to my finger."

"babies don't have much jaw strength, 'kuna."

"clearly," he said, "you have never had this jaw applied to you," and then immediately looked like he regretted phrasing it that way, because you finally looked up, eyebrows raised, and he had the distinct displeasure of watching you decide whether to comment.

you decided to comment.

"is the king of curses," you enunciated slowly, abandoning your folding "being overpowered by an infant with no teeth."

"she has some teeth."

"two." you quirked helpfully.

"two is sufficient," sukuna seethed, with the air of a man defending a strategic position that had already fallen 7 seconds ago "tell her to release me."

"she's your daughter. you tell her." a mischievous tilt on your lips as you suddenly found the laundry interesting again.

he looked down. the baby looked back up at him—entirely unbothered, delighted, his finger still firmly between her gums—and made a small happy noise around it, like she was settling in for the long haul.

"release," sukuna told her, in the same flat tone he used to order executions.

she did not release. red eyes much like her fathers staring right back at him.

"i said release, spawn."

she gnawed with feeling.

sukuna sat with this for a long moment. you watched him have, visibly, an entire internal negotiation with himself, the outcome of which was never actually in doubt.

"fine," he said at last, to no one. "fine—she may continue, briefly, as a — as a developmental exercise."

"sure."

"for her jaw."

"mhm."

"i'm doing this for her." he could sense the sarcasm in your tone.

"no totally, i get you."

he settled back, finger still very much occupied, four eyes fixed on the baby with an expression that — on anyone else — you would have called soft. on him you didn't say it out loud, because the one time you had, years ago, he'd denied it so aggressively he'd nearly set something on fire.

the baby drooled happily onto the king of curses' hand and made no further comment.

neither did he, for the better part of an hour.

꒰ summary ꒱; you play the chapstick challenge with your boyfriend, sukuna .ᐟ (basically just ends up with you ragebaiting him) (if you're unsure of what it is, search it on tiktok ^.^)

꒰ content ꒱; crack, lots n lots of kissing, sukuna has a strong hatred for flavoured lip balm..

you and sukuna had been hanging out in his car, ranting about whatever came to mind.

eventually, to break some awkward silence, you brought up an idea.

"kuna, let's play the chapstick challenge!"

"the what challenge?"

you pulled a multi-pack of flavoured lip smackers out of god knows where before he could refuse or question further, propping your phone on the dashboard to record.

You’re so precious, I can’t take it.

⤿ or sukuna finds himself undone by no one else than you, and a cat.

word count: 1.0k

cw: fluff, established relationship, married couple, true form! sukuna, sukuna may be ooc, there may be some inaccuracies about how high society functioned in the heian period, mentions of heian period’s treatment of high status/noble women, depictions of the heian period’s love for the arts, mentions of sukuna’s violence and cruelty, mentions of cannibalism, mentions of hedonism, mentions of conquests, fem! reader, reader enjoys literature poetry and calligraphy, reader enjoys gardening, reader is implied to prefer independence, other than that reader possesses no description and is left up to your interpretation, spoilers spoilers for jjk post s3, spoilers for the entirety of jjk (?), timeline would be somewhere in the heian period and after sukuna took uraume in.

No matter how much time you spent within Sukuna’s “domain”, you had to admit that it could become quite lonely at times.

Most of your days were spent practicing your calligraphy, indulging in what emotions were offered by poetry and observing the social cues of the higher class during your outings.

Of course, you were eternally grateful for the life you lead.

For you had it better than the majority of the women of your status.

You were granted the freedom to live in an estate without having to conform to the norm of isolation. 

To live a life where you were not hiding behind screen doors and blinds was a blessing in itself.

You were able to pursue an education, earn reports on the status of the court, have the freedom to choose, to defy the etiquette of the noble class and more importantly, be granted undeniable protection.

After all, no one would wish to provoke the king of curses. 

A man capable of power that defied the pinnacles of jujutsu itself.

Nonetheless, you still couldn’t shake the silent feeling of solitude within your heart.

Sukuna was never a neglectful husband. In fact, he was quite the opposite.

He was uncharacteristically gentle with you, yet his firmness never seemed to fade.

He never truly coddled you. Instead, he encouraged your independence. He would do whatever it took to ensure that you were free to embrace the strength you possessed.

His love was made from the respect he carried for you, his desire to understand you and watch you grow as a person.

Yet, when Sukuna left for one of his many conquests, the estate suddenly became hollow.

As though the warmth that you admired so deeply belonged to Sukuna’s presence.

His conquests were never long, and you never truly minded them.

But sometimes, during the dead of the night, you would curl up into your futon, wondering if it would be so bad to have something else to accompany you.

Uraume entered your life shortly after.

To you, they were a breath of fresh air. Someone whose presence spoke of a comfort you had never truly experienced before.

For Uraume, you were a figure of elegance itself. Someone who carried herself understanding your place in society.

And unfortunately for Sukuna, you both could be quite the pain.

Whether it be the hours you would spend in the gardens, caring for flowers Sukuna pretended he didn’t memorize the names of, or the days you spent in the kitchen cooking food aside from the flesh Sukuna consumed simply because he could.

One thing was certain, if he left you and Uraume alone for too long, you both could cause enough chaos that could rival the destruction caused by his technique.

Which is how he find himself in his current predicament.

Today had passed as normal.

Sukuna found himself sitting on the deck that overlooked the garden, the eyes from both his faces never once leaving your silhouette as you planted new seeds.

A completely normal, and utterly bland day.

At least, the day had been bland for Sukuna until a rather grotesque kitten had stumbled into your leg.

In the politest way possible, the kitten had been utterly filthy, with matted fur and a very strong stench.

Yet, you had immediately become swooned by the kitten, cooing softly at the sight.

“Oi love, you should not be near that creature.” Sukuna said, lazily propping his chin against one of his upper hands.

Unfortunately for him however, his words had provoked something within you. Not as though you were never up for a good back and forth with the love of your life.

“How can I leave the kitten alone? They look as though they are famished!” You slowly bent down, gently holding out your hand to allow the cat to become more comfortable around you.

Lucky for you, the cat had taken a liking to you quite easily, not even letting out a hiss when you eventually picked them up. 

“Can we keep them?” You had turned to Sukuna, slowly walking over to him as you held the cat out like a makeshift peace offering.

“Absolutely not,” the reply came immediately. Sukuna had already become concerned with how on earth the kitten managed to sneak into the estate undetected. And he can only wonder how much of a hassle it would be to care for the thing.

“Look at them! How can you decline a face like that?”

Perhaps it was because the cat was indeed adorable, or perhaps it was simply you and your ability to find joy in the simplest of situations, but Sukuna found himself giving into your whims.

He never could truly be upset with you. You were his everything. The one who offered him unconditional love, gentleness and respect. The only one who truly understood how the king of curses felt beneath the walls of hedonism.

“Fine. But don’t expect me to do much.” Without a word, Sukuna wrapped his four arms around you, pulling you close until your chests were pressed against one another. He wouldn’t admit that he had made sure to not accidentally squish the kitten in the process.

“We’ll see how much you care for the kitten soon.”

You were indeed correct.

For several months later, you had found Sukuna asleep in your shared bedroom, the cat sound asleep on his chest.

Because whilst Sukuna would never admit it, he possessed immense respect for those who were secure in their own strength. Those who saw the opportunity to become stronger and took it.

The kitten, you supposed, must have met his requirements.

Maybe it was because the cat had stubbornly refused to leave his side.

Or maybe it was because it managed to get after days of malnutrition.

One thing was for certain.

Sukuna was a complete fool.

Hopelessly devoted to you, the woman who held the remains of his humanity in your hands.

And as you curled up beside him, you couldn’t help but believe that your life truly was everything you had ever dreamed of it to be.

Perfect.

notes: if anyone has any suggestions for websites to use to research the heian period plsplsplsplspls do not be a gatekeeper and let me know!!!

dividers were made by @222luvr and @muerdida.

♯ from this request, thank you for requesting! anyways is this considered shy..

being Sukuna's girlfriend came with a lot of assumptions. people assumed you were fearless, that you have the same confidence as him.

they couldn't have been more wrong.

you were shy, soft-spoken, and you love avoiding conversation whenever possible.

Sukuna, of course, knew better than anyone. which was why he always noticed when you get overwhelmed.

it would start with small things.

your responses became shorter, your smile looked a little forced, or your fingers played with your sleeve when conversations continued around you.

nobody else seemed to notice, except Sukuna.

the conversation caught up around him, but Sukuna had long since stopped listening.

his focus was on you instead.

the way your shoulders seemed a little tighter than before.

he frowned.

"Love," he called. " you're overwhelmed."

your head immediately snapped up. "What? No i'm not."

"Yeah, you are."

"I'm completely fine!"

Sukuna raised an eyebrow. "You've been staring at the exit for five minutes."

you glanced away. "You're seeing things."

He shrugged. "Sure."

a few people laughed at that, and your face immediately warmed. Sukuna shot them a look that shuts them up quickly.

a few minutes later, someone tried pulling you into another conversation.

"So what do you think?"

you froze. several pairs of eyes turned toward you, and you can feel your stomach dropped.

before you could pull out an answer, Sukuna stood.

"We're leaving."

"What?!" one of them complained. "You just got here!"

Sukuna grabbed his car keys from the table. "And?" his gaze toward you. "Come on."

the relief that crossed your face was immediate. unfortunately, someone noticed.

"She doesn't have to leave just because you wanted to."

the room went silent, Sukuna stared at them for a long moment.

"Do you want to stay?" he asked, looking at you.

".. No."

"There's your answer."

and just like that, the conversation ended.

by the time you reached the parking lot, the tension in your shoulders had already begun to fade.

"You should say something sooner," he said as he unlocked the car.

you slid into the passenger seat. "Didn't want to ruin everyone's fun."

Sukuna shut the driver's door. "That's a stupid reason," he muttered. "you were miserable and overwhelmed."

you stared out the window. he reached over and squeezed your knees, rubbing it after. you blushed immediately.

"Next time," he said, starting the engine. "tell me before you look like you're about to pass out."

you leaned your head against the window.

"I thought if i stayed a little longer, it'd get better."

he snorted. "It never does."

you let out a quiet laugh. "Hey, i was trying."

"You always do that," he continued. "you stay longer than you want to because you're worried about what everyone else will think if you leave early."

your fingers curled in your lap. "Oh, harsh truth," you chuckled. "i just didn't want to be difficult."

"You're not," he said. "trust me."

for a second, neither of you spoke. the hum of the engine filled the presence.

then he sighed. "If you're tired, say you're tired," he started. "or if you're overwhelmed, tell me immediately."

you looked down on your lap. "... Okay."

"No, not 'okay'. Actually do it."

"I'll try," you said, smiling sweetly at him.

Sukuna rolled his eyes, though there's no heat in it. "Good enough."

his hand found yours on the center console. he didn't say anything else and just held it the rest of your drive home.

royal au!sukuna who is a cold and unfeeling prince, next in line to be king of his kingdom and has fought in countless of wars. each one coming out undefeated and sharper from the years of training and isolation.

royal au!sukuna who is forced to betroth royal au!reader in hopes of getting him a dutiful queen who will be able to play her role as his placeholder till the next comes.

royal au!reader who is a rebellious princess from another kingdom, who is forced to accepted the engagement, out of reasons of ‘settling down’ and becoming more ‘royal-like’ - fulfilling her birth rite duty to becoming someone’s wife and someone else’s mother.

royal au!reader who decides she will do everything in her means to live her life the way she wants and somehow try to make royal au!sukuna’s life a living nightmare.

royal au!sukuna who has to try to not poison, stab or choke royal au!reader to death at every inconvenience she pushes him into.

royal au!reader who has to try to juggle the massive mantle of being next in line to be queen of a kingdom she has never called home, while maintaining her own self-identity as reader and not just a princess or someone’s wife.

all while somehow royal au!sukuna seems to soften up around the edges over time at the presence of royal au!reader. as cliché as it sounds.

royal au!sukuna and royal au!reader who end up finding out little things that make them fall for each other find each other more tolerable over the course of their year long engagement.

royal au!reader who finds it hard to love.

and royal au!sukuna who finds it not just hard but an absolute pain to love… yet, wants to try if it’s a chance to be with royal au!reader.

Fluff | Humor | Validation | Dreamscape | Multi Fandom | Sometimes comfort comes from fictional people too. And that’s okay.

The dream starts strangely quiet.

No dramatic battlefield. No glowing skies. No cinematic music.

You enter your room. But somehow, slightly different from the one you feel asleep in.

Bigger. Softer. Like memory wrapped in fog.

The merch you own covers the walls. Manga stacked in your library corner. Keychains hanging, swaying gently like little protection charms around your desk. Different tabs of fanfiction open on your laptop. Writing them and reading them.

And lounging in the room?

Them.

An entire council of fictional men looking deeply concerned about your sleep schedule.

They're not wrong.

Aki Hayakawa leaning against the side of your desk, arms crossed lightly.

Kakashi Hatake is reading one of your drafts on the computer.

Umemiya Hajime looks emotionally stressed for you and for the lack of plants in your room.

Satoru Gojo is touching things he absolutely should not touch.

Suguru Geto is sitting, back straight at the edge of your bed like this is a serious responsibility.

Choso looks worried in the gentlest way possible. Mouth tugging downward slightly.

Toji Fushiguro is sitting backwards in your chair like he owns space in your brain. which he does.

Sukuna leans against the wall in the back of the room, like he's been dragged here against his will.

Keigo Takami is perched on your windowsill, kicking his feet, waiting for things to unfold.

Roronoa Zoro somehow got lost inside the dream itself.

Vinsmoke Sanji hands you a cup of tea, perfect temperature, exactly how you like it.

Kazuki Kurusu and Rei Suwa look like exhausted parents preparing for emotional damage control.

Xylo and Enjin lay on your bed along with your plushies. Enjin's hands are behind his head while Xylo's rest on his chest.

You blink slowly.

"...The fuck is going on?"

"We're worried about you," Choso says immediately, holding your hand softly in his.

"You spend a lot of time with us," Aki adds carefully, barely looking at you.

Gojo points at your laptop. "You wrote 18k words in one sitting!"

"That's impressive actually." Kakashi mutters, still reading your work.

"Focus," Geto sighs.

Umemiya guides you to sit down in the middle of the room. Expression soft. "You've gotta remember to live your own life too, y'know?"

You stare at all of them.

"...Are my fictional comfort characters staging an intervention?"

"Yes," Nanami's voice says from somewhere unseen.

"HE'S NOT EVEN HERE," Gojo yells.

"Can't you take anything seriously, Gojo?" he replies.

Sanji takes the empty cup of tea from your hands. "We simply wish for our princess to experience happiness outside of us."

Zoro snorts entering the room. "You souns ridiculous."

"You shut up, mosshead."

"Children," Kazuki sighs tiredly while Rei is sitting, playing a game on his phone.

You look around again, overwhelmed by their presence.

"I do live real life."

Keigo tilts his head gently. "Yeah, but sometimes you hide in us when things get hard."

That one lands harder, making you frown slightly.

The room softens around the edges.

Aki crouches beside you, finally looking at you. Calm blue eyes steady on yours. "It's okay to love stories. They help."

Kakashi finally looks up from the computer in your direction. "But they shouldn't become the only place you rest."

You look down at your hands. Your shoulders slouching.

"...What if real life is exhausting?"

"Then rest," Choso says without hesitation.

"With real people too," Umemiya adds softly.

"And with yourself," Rei says.

There's a pause.

Then Sukuna scoffs loudly, bringing the whole room's attention to him. Everyone turns.

"Oh, dude," Gojo mutters.

Sukuna looks genuinely offended by the entire intervention.

"She doesn't need to stop anything she wants to do."

Geto pinches the bridge of his nose. "That's not what we're saying."

"You're all acting like comfort is a crime," Sukuna continues, glaring at them.

"Been sentenced for a lot more..." Xylo mutters from your bed, eyes closed. You snort at that before Sukuna pulls your attention back to him again.

"The world is exhausting. People are stupid. Let her enjoy what makes her happy."

You point at him immediately, smiling. "THANK YOU!"

"Toji," Aki says carefully, "a little help here."

Toji looks up, eyes lazy from your chair. "...Nah. He's got a point."

"Deadbeat," Geto mutters.

"She writes because she loves it. US! Where's the harm?" Enjin says simply.

"...That was weirdly deep," Keigo says, tilting his head in Enjin's direction.

Choso nods slowly now too. "She creates things because of us."

"And she smiles when she talks about stories," Umemiya adds.

Kakashi points at the screen of your computer. "Also this slow burn is excellent."

You gasp. "You think so?"

"It's well paced."

Gojo flops onto your bed, between Xylo and Enjin. The bed is definitely too small for the amount of power and testosterone on it.

"Actually yeah, forget the intervention. Keep writing. Keep buying, keep reading. Feed us emotionally."

"Gojo," Geto says weakly.

"No no," Keigo grins now, wings fluffing slightly. "I changed my mind too."

Sanji clutches his chest dramatically. "Continue your art, my love! Just make sure to eat."

Zoro grunts. "Do whatever you want."

Kazuki points sternly. "Always hydrate! Coffee doesn't replace water young lady!"

Rei shrugs slightly, eyes still on the game in his hands. "Or have someone that cooks for you." Kazuki turns too him, ready to put the other man in timeout.

You laugh then.

A real one.

Warm enough that the dream itself seems to brighten.

Aki looks at you softly. "Stories aren't something to be ashamed of," he sighs, "but they shouldn't come before your well being."

Sukuna smirks from where he's leaning against the wall. "Told you."

Geto runs a hand down his face. Defeated. "This intervention has failed catastrophically."

"Correction," Gojo says proudly. "It evolved." Enjin and him fist bump.

The room dissolves slowly after that.

Voices blending together. Laughter. Teasing.

The warmth of being understood without needing to explain yourself.

And just before the dream fully fades, Sukuna's voice is low:

"Just don't let anything or anyone come before working on yourself and becoming stronger."

You nod. "...Yeah."

"That means a sleeping schedule and vegetable!" Kazuki insists again.

♡ ︎♡ ︎♡ ︎

You wake up tangled in blankets.

Rain tapping softly outside.

Figurines on shelves. Manga stacked behind them. Keychains waiting patiently on your bag.

Comfort.

Inspiration.

Pieces of joy.

You lay there for a moment, smiling sleepily into the quiet of your room. Where Enjin, Xylo, and Gojo were laying on in your dream.

You pull your body out of bed and sit at your desk, opening your laptop.

Because suddenly?

You have a very good fic idea.

♡ writing and reading fanfic is comfort, creativity and escapism all at once. love this for us. ♡

“sukuna…do you need a bra?”

“what the fuck are you talking about, woman?”

“your honkers.”

“my WHAT.”

he always insisted walking around the apartment shirtless, his bare body for the whole world to see, and it was fine, until he started bulking. his muscles were now bigger, beefier—but that wasn’t what caught you off guard. it was his freaking man titties.

they’d almost doubled in size the past month, the round pecs almost singing to you like a siren call. and it all seemed to get worse when he worked out, slowly bouncing with every little movement he made, and each bounce had you entranced. it was like sensory fruit videos, if you will, but better because it was sukuna’s boobs.

“i’m almost jealous y’know, you have such nice bewbs kuna.”

“they’re called pecs.” he grunted while trying to do pushups in your living room while you continued to stare at his chest while he moved up and down.

“you think i can ditch my needoh and use your tits instead?”

“stop. talking. please.”

“i’m not hearing a no.”

you found yourself seated in sukuna’s lap, palming at his chest like a cat making biscuits, squeezing the flesh and weighing it in your hands while sukuna tried his best not to let out a whimper.

“wouldn’t it be really funny if your nipples were sensitive?”

“y—yeah. imagine.”

oh. oh my.

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“let’s make a movie” > pt.1

w/ gōjo, getō, sukuna x GN!reader

⬇︎ gōjo satoru

⬇︎ getō suguru

⬇︎ ryōmen sukuna

Pt 1 feat Gojo, Suguru, & Sukuna

Surprise it’s fluff. I did not have the heart for angst this time.

fluff

You yawned, gently shaking your boyfriend awake as the end credits rolled.

“Hey, baby,” you said quietly, watching as he began to stir, sprawled out on the couch. “I’m gonna head home now.”

He grunted, a thick arm wrapping around your torso. “Stay the night.”

“I didn’t bring any of my stuff,” you said, leaning into his chest.

“You can borrow my clothes,” he offered.

You thought for a moment. “Don’t you have work in the morning?”

He shook his head. “Not ‘til evening. Plus, there's supposed to be a thunderstorm tonight.”

Oh. That’s what this was about. You smiled softly to yourself.

“What?” he asked, frowning at your smile.

“You’re cute,” you finally say.

He scoffed. “Cute?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “It’s cute that a guy like you is afraid of thunderstorms.”

“‘M not afraid,” he said defensively. “Something could happen to you. Get hit by lightnin’ or the power goes out.”

“Of course,” you hummed. “So thoughtful.”

“Shut up,” he grumbled, cheeks tinted pink.

“I’ll protect you from the evil storm,” you grin, melting against his chest.

“Yeah, yeah.” he muttered, and you both fell asleep before the storm even started.

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At this point you've taken multiple items and worn them (when your husband was away, of course). You just feel so much closer to him when you're surrounded in fabric that in an odd way almost feels like him. Every time it gets close to his return you make sure everything you've worn gets cleaned and returned like nothing had ever happened to them. Unfortunately for you, your husband's trip ended much sooner than you expected this time.

Although it only been a little over a week, you were missing your husband quite a bit. So much so, you decided to break into his closet earlier than you usually do. You run your hands over the luxurious fabrics before pulling out a red robe that reminded you of your lovers eyes. Wasting no time, you slip out of your own clothes and quickly pull his on. You inhale and you swear theres still a faint hint of Sukunas scent in the fabric.

You don't know it but at that very moment your husband's nearing the gate that protects the estate. "My lord, shall I have a servant alert your wife of your arrival?" Uruame asks looking towards the palace ahead. "No, I'd like to find her myself. I'm sure she'll be overjoyed at my early return." By now you've made your way to the main courtyard. Your husband's robe drags the ground as you walk over to the entrance.

You're unsure when he'll return but you know it'll be at least another week. Until then, you'll wait. For a moment you think you hear the sound of horse approaching but you consider it a figment of your imagination and head back inside. You decide to head to the library. Perhaps a book can help take your mind off how much you're missing your husband. While you're getting settled with a book, Sukunas entering the estate. "Where's my wife?" he calls out for anyone to answer him.

Just like you he's missed you terribly. Although he isn't as open about it as you are, those that travel with him notice how he's tenser and sleeps less when he's away from you. You finally managed to start your book when you hear someone coming toward the library. You immediately recognize his footsteps but you can't believe it. Without a second thought, you throw your book to the side and peak out the door. You let out a screech of happiness before jumping into your husbands arms.

Just as joyous as you, your husband hoists you up and holds you tight but he doesn't fail to notice the amount of fabric that he's got in his hands. "Wife?" He asks curiously. "Hm?" you reply against his neck. "Is this mine?" He holds up a piece of the robe which he can see is an extra sleeve that you clearly don't need. It's then that you realize that it is indeed his robe. "No, what makes you think that?" You attempt to lie. "Well this is certainly a solid clue, don't you agree?" he emphasizes his words by dangling the sleeve in his hand.

"Oh, that? It's just..." You pause attempting to come up with an answer. "Excess fabric! Yes. You know a lot goes to waste when making these robes so I decided to keep as much fabric as possible to prevent that." You nod and smile, knowing he doesn't believe a word you're saying. He doesn't respond as he starts heading to the bedroom you both share. Before you know it tge two of you are in the closet you were stood in just moments ago.

"Why is there a missing spot among my robes?" You turn to look at where he's referring to. "What happened to your robe?" You gasp while feigning shock. "You know very well what happened to it! You're wearing the damn thing!" He exclaims with a smile on his face. You look down at your clothes. "Would you look at that, I am wearing it!" He shakes his head before moving to the bed. Gently he sets you down. "What am I going to do with you, woman?"

He sits at the edge of the bed and you move to wrap your arms around his shoulders the best you can. "Appreciate how much I love you and hate to be away from you?" He brings a hand up to rest over youre. "I think I can manage that." He turns his head to the side to give you a peck on the lips before moving to look back at you. "So care to tell me how you've been sneaking this behind my back for so long?" You give him a mischievous smile before nodding and he can only match your expression.

A/n: Did this in pretty much one go. Kinda proud/Kinda worried you can tell😭

This includes the following characters: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji, Choso, Higuruma, hawks, and Rengoku

SATORU

Satoru’s favorite body part of you is definitely your thighs, don’t get him wrong he loves all of you but he definitely favors your thighs no doubt

You’re legs are just so plumpy he just can’t help himself! They’re also the perfect place for his head when he comes back from a long day of dealing with the higher ups, teaching, fighting curses himself, and his curse energy in general, and a good part to grab when he’s deep inside you

“Baby I’m home~!” He said, as he closed the door and took off his shoes, his headband pulled up to his head and a bag of sweets he picked up for the both of you

His eyes searched for you throughout the living room and kitchen finding you spread on the couch, he smiled as he made his way other to you, “No welcome home? I’m hurt,” he complained as he laid down, his cheek pressed against your thighs as his hand came to massage one

SUGURU

Your hair, silly but it’s true this man is obsessed with all of you you but keeping your hair healthy and not stinky makes him happy, he’d never admit that though

He loves your hair, he never thought a day in his life that he’d be taking care of anyone else’s hair besides his and his two girls, Mimiko and Nanako, yet here he is, buying products that work on your coily hair that he insists needs to be taken care of thoroughly

“Wash day honey,” he said, grabbing the product he brought specifically for you, a groan came out of your throat, you hated wash day but not because you hated washing your hair, but because you were rather lazy

Suguru sighed, knowing your hated for wash day but he couldn’t help himself, at all, “Mimiko and Nanako have already had their hair wash, you have to do yours,” he grabbed your hand as guided you towards the bathtub where you’ll sit on the floor and have your head over the bathtub so he can wash your hair

You groan dramatically but in the end give in

NANAMI

I think Nanami would favor your hands over any part of you, they’re soft and smaller than his hands, he just can’t help but favor them

Your hands are perfect for him, he loves when you hold his hand whenever the two of you are out, he loves when you run your fingers through his hair, he’d be lying if he said he’s never accidentally went to sleep when you’re hands were in his hair, or when your hands are simply just touching him anywhere he immediately relaxes

“Nanami you need to wake up soon,” you said, one of your hands messing with his hair as the other one strokes his back, yet all you got was a groan from him as he buried his face deeper into your neck You hummed but you don’t move—kinda because he’s laying on top of you with all his weight

you pull Nanami’s head back just enough to see his face, “You’ll be late for work Nanami,” you have him a quick kiss on his lips, trying to get him to wake up yet again, he sighed and slowly but surely got up, “I’m up,” he returned the kiss before moving to his closet, you giggled as you watched him get dressed,

SUKUNA

Your waist or mainly hips without a doubt, he loves your curves even if he’s too prideful to admit it, he loves how you fit in his arms and his hands just immediately find their way to your waist

he knows how fragile the human body is so he’s very gentle when it comes to you, in fact he’s even more gentle when it comes to your waist, he has laid his head on it sometimes but he’d never admit that! He’s too prideful to admit he loves that his big hands wrapped around your waist perfectly, that his hands automatically move to your waist when the two of you are out, watching a movie or even when he’s half asleep

“Stop squirming woman,” he grumbled as you kept moving around, it was so hot because of a certain someone hogging up the fan, “Sukuna you’re making it hot!” A whine escaped your throat making him roll his eye, how rude!

Him having enough of your complaining, moved you over to where the fan was, the cold air hitting you instantly and cooling you down, “Happy?” He asked, you nodded and you felt him relax and his arm moving to wrap around your waist, sleep slowly capturing the both of you

TOJI

Your ass. Without a second thought that is his favorite part of you and he’s not afraid to admit it to..just about anyone who’s willing to listen to his ridiculous rants

He loves you 100% but he can’t help himself if you ass is right there, he can’t help but smack it, grab it or even lay his head on it, it’s like his own personal stress toy, massaging it whenever he’s bored because ‘There’s nothing better to do’ because doing literally anything productive isn’t a thing to him which you’ve said was ridiculous but he swears it’s not a big deal

A hard slap came to your backside from none other than Toji Fushiguro, you immediately stand up straight and covering your poor butt with your hands, “Toji! Don’t you have anything better to do?” You grumble as you turn around to see a big smirk on his face, he was not sorry, you learn to accept that you’d have to protect yourself fragile behind

“Sorryyy…can’t really help myself if you’re bent over like that,” he shrugged, you rolled your eyes at his nonsense, “Go away so I can work in peace.” You turn back around only to be greeted with another smack but lighter this time, you groaned but instead of turning back around you just went back to working, letting him win

CHOSO

Your cheeks, he loves how squishy they are, especially when you smile he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever, you swear you felt yourself being woken up because he pinched your cheeks

He has pinched them before, and he swears it feels better than anything else, he finds himself getting cuteness aggression just because of it, then he’ll start crying for that silly reason, he’ll poke at them whenever he gets the chance, nuzzling his cheek against yours when you two are alone because he loves the softness of yours, he’ll even do it to annoy you, news flash it has worked

You sat there on the couch while your half human boyfriend pinched at your cheeks, you swear you have no idea how he wasn’t bored of this already, “Cho, honey, isn’t that enough?” You turned your head towards him yet all he did was shake his head, “You’re so cute…” his hand went to pinch your cheek again but you grabbed his hand just in time and set it down in his lap

He frowned and laid his head on your shoulder, sitting there for a while before getting bored and going right back to poking at your cheek, you sighed, feeling your annoyance building up by the second, “Choso stop that,” you grab his hand and put in back on his lap which he frowns again

HIGURUMA

Same as Nanami, Higuruma would love the feeling of your hands against him, he loves your soft touch after a long and tiring day

He swears your hands have some magic on them the way he immediately melts into your touch, whether it’s holding your hand or just a simple pat on the back he lives for it, he doesn’t know why, he just knows it’s a very important part of his day, his favorite thing to do is lay on top of you, probably half asleep while you’re hands are cupping his cheeks, he finds that very comfortable

“Honey are you sure you need all this?” Higuruma asked, slouched back in the seat while you try on dress and show him, “Yup!” You responded from the dressing room, once you walked out you stopped a few meters in front of him and slowly spun, “Soo…You like it?” You turned back towards him, he nodded, “Everything looks nice on you dear,” you frowned, that’s not the answer you wanted

You walked over to him and sat right beside him, his hand immediately resting on your hip, “You look fine in all of them, no need to pick.” He said but you rolled your eyes at that statement, you knew he just had to like one more than the other, you turned more towards him, your hand rested on his thigh as you looked straight into his tired eyes, “Higuruma..there has to be one you really like right?”

Your hand slowly slid up his chest, his face turning a bit red and he thought about it, “I like that pink sundress..it was cute”, you smile and went to go retrieve the dress

HAWKS

He’d love your back especially if you had any sort of tattoo on there, since you didn’t have wings like him ur back was pretty empty which he liked about that,

He really loves when you arch your back, whether you’re doing exercises, yoga or anything he loves it all the way, though if you asked him why he’d never tell you(it turns him on)if you had some sort of back tattoo that’d just add on to it, he loves running his hands up and drown your back at night when you’re asleep, you’ve actually felt him doing it more times than you can count, it’s comforting but also annoying

“Hawks?” You grumbled, it was two in the morning and all you could feel was his cold hand under your night shirt tracing the tattoo on your back, “Did I wake you? Sorry angel,” yet he didn’t move his hands, you sighed and tried to go back to sleep but everyone his hands moved down to ur lower waist you’d jump, causing you to fully wake up, “Hawks!”

He chuckled “Sorry angel,” his hands got out of your shirt and wrapped them around you, you sighed in relief and you let sleep take you away, he huffed before nuzzling into your neck and falling asleep

RENGOKU

Along with Nanami and Higuruma I think Rengoku love your hands, just the feeling of them gets him all excited like some schoolboy with a crush or a puppy excited for treats

He’d love it if you were good with his hands like he was, not only would it make him very impressed but also very turned on, if your good with your hands during practice or cooking he can’t help himself but imagine what their like in bed, now he’d never tell you that…it’ll just be his little secret

“You’re an excellent chef honey,” Rengoku said as he watched you prepare dinner quickly, the way you can easily cut the vegetables into thin slices was very impressive, to him at least, “Thank you Rengoku,” you smiled but didn’t stop your work, his eyes watched your every hand movement, slowly his thoughts drifting away to something else..

“Rengoku?” Your voice cut him out of his daydream immediately “Hm?” “Could you please get the butter?” You asked, he nodded and turned to the refrigerator and grabbed the butter and set it next to you on the counter, those thoughts still lingering in his mind

for @relukarevina

Kinda stupid but it’s been in my drafts for a while

a/n : dont mind how this makes no sense at all, wrote this half and asleep

you sat on the small bench, your daughter bouncing on your lap as you both wore matching minnie-mouse ears and polka dot outfits.

your daughter squealed happily while you fed her the mickey shaped donut, pink frosting getting all over her cheeks.

sukuna stood a little farther away from you both, waiting at the food stand for the milkshakes.

after a few minutes sukuna began walking towards you both, triggering a burst of giggles to finally erupt from the tiny ball of energy sat in your lap. she reached out towards him, hands grabbing at the air frantically.

sukuna did a quick jog to you both and immediately picked up the small toddler, spinning her around in a circle and pressing kisses all over her mouth. kuni let out a gummy smile and laughed louder, attracting the attention of onlookers.

“where are the milkshakes?” you asked him, head tilted and brow perched.

“couldn’t get them. saw my babies over here having too much fun and couldn’t help myself.” he said, pressing raspberries all over kuni’s pudgy stomach as she squealed and squirmed in delight.

“are you kidding? look how long the line is getting, what are we going to get to drink now?” you asked in absolute disbelief.

human pillow ⟡ ݁₊ fluff & sukuna x reader

sukuna walked into the living room, his eyes were droopy, almost like they were made of cement. his body was slumped as he made his way slowly to the couch.

you were sitting there, scrolling on your phone when he sat next to you. he pressed his head into your shoulder, not saying anything. a small headache formed in his head as the day laid heavy on his shoulders.

you could tell what was wrong. he wasn't the usual 'attack you in kisses and touches' right now, he was exhausted.

you put your arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer onto your chest. he let you, melting right into your touch. he rested his head right on your chest, curling into you as if you were his safe place.

sukuna didn't say a single word. his eyes were shut tightly as he listened to your heartbeat. it was soft, steady, and beating just for him. he sighed, glancing up at you.

you could see the exhaustion in his eyes. they looked heavy. you leaned down and kissed both of his eyes before pecking his lips.

"long day?" you whispered, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek.

he shook his head, opening his eyes again and frowning. "long week. im so tired. i just wanna crawl into bed and never get out."

you chuckled softly, kissing his cheek softly. "lets do that. tomorrow is the weekend anyway."

a small smile broke on his lips. he closed his eyes and nuzzled into your chest. his arms wrapped around your waist tightly and he hummed. "not yet, i like being here with you."

thank you for requesting, im so sorry it took so long and im also sorry its so short :( but! i do also have something similar which is toji so im gonna link it so you have both to read : here