firefly; i was cracking myself up just writing this, sukuna probably:

you rack through your memories, replaying every single moment from you entering to park to the last time you saw him.

the food stalls.

you grip sukuna’s arm harsher than needed, albeit it does not hurt him, and march towards the stalls.

sukuna starts asking the vendors for a kid with a similar hair color to him. they all shake their heads mumbling excuses.

“nonsense” sukuna mutters to himself, “everyone here is a fool”

“not more than us” you sigh gripping your chest in an attempt to slow down the incoming panic coursing through your veins.

“listen” sukuna suggests, “we should split up”

“bad idea, better we stick together unless we start going in circles” you breathe hard, gasping out the last few words, worst case scenarios flashing through your mind.

sukuna grabs you by both your arms, you shake your head in protest and he grips you harder, not bruising just firm.

“listen to me” he speaks and you nod, “we’ll find him okay? and damn the heavens if i leave this place without my son”

you lick your lips, “yeah let’s..um call me, text, whatever just..”

the world seems to move in a blur.

you’d been so happy, all of you, yuji insisted on coming here and you obliged ofcourse, you’d do anything for your son. yuji’s laughter on the rides, sukuna carrying yuji on his shoulders, yuji’s cotton candy stuffed cheeks.

you inhale shakily.

“i will,” sukuna calls out starting to walk away.

you turn around in haste, praying, praying, praying.

please let my baby be safe.

until—

“may we have your attention, please.”

your pulse jumps in your throat.

“the parent or guardian of a young boy waiting with our lost and found team is requested to proceed to the main entrance.”

you turn around searching for sukuna to find his eyes already on you.

“again, the parent or guardian of a young boy waiting with our lost and found team, please make your way to the main entrance. thank you.”

before your mind could catch up, you’re running. with sukuna only a step behind you, you both make for the main entrance.

closing up to it you spot him instantly, and you stop in your tracks.

sukuna walks ahead, speaking to the security guard who just laughs while saying something, but you’re too busy to notice. your eyes are frantic you scan your son head to toe.

he’s fine, he’s okay.

the rope of panic that had tightened around your chest loosens. you watch from a distance as yuji bounces on his feet, asking sukuna to pick him up while your husband rubs his neck, thanking the security guard for keeping your son safe.

and then yuji’s eyes flick over to yours.

“mama!!” he comes running.

you hadn’t realized how much that sound had meant to you, not until you’d been faced with the possibility of losing it.

you bend down scooping baby!yuji up into your arms and peppering his face with kisses, while he squeals and giggles.

opening up his hand, yuji proudly shows you a fidget spinner as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn’t been lost “gun man gave me a gift!”

children were so clueless.

and you were too elated to speak, this just the act of holding your son, having him in your arms again meant everything.

“did you say thankyou, to the security guard?”

“duh” he droned, already looking around for some mischief to get up to.

you felt sukuna’s arms close around the both of you pulling you into a hug. he kissed the side of your head for a moment too long and you understood.

this had been just as frightening for sukuna.

though he’d never admit it.

but you knew, just from the way he slightly rubbed your shoulder and listened to yuji’s rambles attentively.

“he’s smart” his voice came out rough,

you leaned your head back against his chest, raising a brow in question.

“found the security guard himself, told him that he couldn’t find his mama and papa” he chuckled slightly, “brat didn’t even cry one bit”

you buried your nose in yuji’s hair and sighed contentedly.

“and here i was losing my mind” you murmured.

sukuna shrugged, “…and here we were”

yuji crawled out of your grip onto sukuna’s shoulders, cheerfully pointing around,

“can we go on that next?”

firefly; i’ve had this idea for so long, i just figured out how to execute it ❀ུ͏  

later on, you’re sitting at the long table with its table cloth hanging off the side when sukuna joins you again.

you’d been munching on a small pastry listening to your friends talk about various topics and when he sits down you offer him your pastry as truce.

flicking your gaze up you see a dark expression cross your boyfriends face before he leans in and instead of taking the pastry in his own hand eats it from yours. at the exact same spot you’d bitten it.

you swallow, hard and lightly squeak when you feel his warm hand press onto the side of your thigh.

sliding up and up to your hip and rubbing there.

your weakness.

sensitive thighs.

and he knows it..

your smaller hand rests atop of his as you glance back and forth between his neutral expression and his wandering hands.

“please” you breathe out, you didn’t know why but your thighs had always been your weak spot, and it wasn’t long before your boyfriend figured it out.

often times he’d watch you squirm beneath him with heat pooling down your legs.

now it was no different except that you were in public.

“please what?” sukuna whispered near your ear a grin overtaking his features.

your eyes fluttered, feeling sukuna’s thumb rub circles over your hips and then lower on the side of your thigh.

extremely flustered, you pushed your legs beginning to stand up only for sukuna’s grip to tighten engulfing your entire thigh with one hand and clamping you down back into place.

“someone will see us” you breathed out, trying to keep an even edge to your shaky voice.

satisfied with your reaction, sukuna gives a quick pat to your thigh and stands up before walking away in a matter of seconds.

not before whispering “i’ll see you tonight”

both of you had not been on your best behavior.

firefly; i should check my flo app ❀ུ͏  

and the current happenstance being when you wandered off alone into the forest on one of your walks farther than he’d warned you to go. only to end up lost and reach back to the shrine past sunset all scraped up.

was it so sinful to wish for his own wife’s safety? for her to remain away from harm?

if so, then so be it. let him be the greatest sinner alive if in exchange he could rest assured that you were unharmed.

he pondered at your act of avoidance, as though you had not spent the previous week missing him. as though he had not spent those same nights awake, listening for footsteps that never came.

perhaps that was why, when he saw you leaving the shrine grounds once more, his first instinct was anger.

the same anger riddled with frustration that had consumed him before.

you walked through the gardens with a calmness that irritated him, your robe trailing behind you as if you had not nearly frightened him into madness only days prior.

sukuna watched the sway of your hips, the curve of your hair, your gait a loose sense of rhythm he could get drunk off of.

and he tightened his fists at his sides seeing the direction you were heading.

the forest, of course.

of course you would choose the one place that had caused him all this trouble. his expression darkened.

for a moment he remained where he stood, watching you disappear between the trees. a rational part of him told him to let you go.

you were not a prisoner.

you were not some fragile thing that needed to be locked away.

he knew this. he had always known this.

and yet his feet moved before his mind could convince him otherwise. he trailed you silently, so you couldn’t see him nor hear him unless you were really meaning to.

it was an irritating compromise, one he would never admit to making for anyone else.

you had not wandered as far this time. that, at least, he noticed. maybe you had heeded his warnings.

you stopped near the edge of the clearing, sitting beneath an old tree as sunlight filtered through the leaves. for a moment, sukuna simply watched.

you looked peaceful and sukuna wished to join you in this haven.

and that was what bothered him most.

because you looked as though the forest had never harmed you. all his worries had been for nothing, you looked as if you belonged.

inflicted by his own conscience he had been the only one who had suffered.

foolish, ryomen, how foolish.

“it is rude to stare, my lord” you continued to lay there with your eyes closed, the curve of your neck and the softness of your lips as you spoke making sukuna swallow. hard.

sukuna said nothing, continuing to silently observe the slow rise and fall of your chest.

irritated by his silence you got up in frustration and started to walk in the opposite direction. specifically towards the area sukuna had commanded you not to go.

well it’s fine if you go in his presence right? that’s what he wanted, to cage you here always in his sight then so be it, he can bear the responsibility of the so called harm.

not taking him seriously you padded silently deeper into the forest, not stopping to observe anything and surging on with your stubbornness.

stuck in your own mind, perhaps you paid no mind to where you step your foot. unfortunately for you it was right into a trap, the tight rope closed around your ankle and with a gust of wind produced by the motion you were hanging upside down from the tree.

the wind was knocked out of you and you gasped in retaliation flailing and failing to reach for the trap that had suspended you so.

panicked you looked around for your husband just to spot that same crimson hair and two sets of dark eyes watching you with a raised brow and an expression of amusement.

“release me, at once!” you angrily gestured at the brute.

but he merely shrugged, “warned ‘ya”

you flailed harder, “put me down! this was your idea! you did this to punish me”

not appreciating your attitude sukuna released a low hum, turning on his heel and slowly walking away.

“no wait, wait, come back! don’t leave me here” you spoke, panicking a lot more now.

sukuna turned around, watching you with a calm expression on his face.

and then started to move closer.

face to face now with only space for your breaths intermingling sukuna spoke in a low tone.

“this is the price of disobedience”

you paused to take in his words and then narrowed your eyes, “fine, my lord”

“fine?” it seemed he had not expected that response,

“fine” you bit back, “leave me then”

a challenge, you dared him to do it, to abandon you in this forest hung by your own demise.

furious, sukuna gripped your chin and your face broke into a grin.

“can’t you?”

sukuna’s jaw tightened, his expression growing grim. you had targeted his weakness which was indubitably you.

slash-

sukuna broke the rope tying you up and in a matter of seconds you were plunging down to the ground. you braced for impact.

only to be caught by him.

the monster threw you over his shoulder not speaking a word. you knew his moods well enough to know the inner turmoil coursing through him.

sukuna spared no one, leaving someone out to hang was his favorite pastime. but not you, never you.

you were the only exception.

firefly; ik this probably had smut potential but im such a loser i genuinely don’t know how to write smut forgive me </3 ❀ུ͏  

furnace?!

hearing your words sukuna finally let go.

it was much too hot for him to be testing your patience, you brushed his hand off, turning away from him.

this was how you spent your days if sukuna wasn’t off ravaging..or whatever else he did. here in the shade away from the heat embraced by each other’s company.

you counted your breaths in silence, wondering when this unbearable sun would go down and when the servants may ready up a bath for you.

or well the two of you, since sukuna always insisted on joining even if it was much too hot and not enough cold water for the both of you.

it was times like these when you were frustrated by his 7 foot frame and to show this disdain you turned your neck back just to shoot him a glare.

just to make sure he wouldn’t reach for you again..

sukuna was stricken, you were being so mean for no reason, his heart hurt. he felt scolded by his own wife just from a single look, like a puppy left out to wilt in eternal sadness.

it was so unfair! this wasn’t his fault!

he was bored too and was it so bad to rub your stomach as a pass time? he couldn’t blame you for being agitated though, the heat was bad.

but he could make it up to you! he could! he just had to pull you back into his arms again, which he did..

you squirmed in his grasp, “don’t touch me!”

“listen to me”

“let me go! ryomen”

ryomen? full names..not even ryo or suki, your words hurt more than he’d thought they would.

nevertheless, he continued, “wife, just listen”

you stilled eyes shining towards the gift he presented you with.

“grapes!” you squealed, hanging onto sukuna’s arm and they looked so cool, an antidote for this heat.

sukuna plucked some, carefully dropping them one by one into your mouth, “how’s that?” he asked slowly rubbing your cheek and your back while you chewed.

so now you had no issue with him touching you?

refreshed by the sweet tangy taste on your lips you plucked some from the branch asking sukuna to open up and feeding him some back.

“they’re good right?” you waited for his response and he nodded.

“i looove them, give me more” you were quite literally enthralled by the grapes, too busy to even forget why you were cranky in the first place.

sukuna handed you the entire bowl, swatting your ass while you chomped away happily, distracted.

“atta girl”

firefly; currently laying down in the same state as them, wish i too had a sukuna to feed me yummy icy grapes ❀ུ͏  

you peeped a look back over your shoulder, his crimson hair tickled your neck and his sets of eyes crinkled under your motion, then relaxed.

maybe even in his sleep, sukuna knew you would not be able to get away.

he made sure of that.

“sukuna..” you whispered slowly enunciating his name.

no response, but the grip on your waist loosened.

huh.

you moved finally to sit up. you reached out to the cup of water placed conveniently near your bed and took hasty sips. the cold water was an antidote for your thirst and surprisingly refreshing for the mind.

with a newfound wakefulness you braced to stand up only for an inked hand to grip your thigh, although not intended to be very strong, and halt your motion.

you looked back and the sight devastated you.

there he was, sukuna, your lover, your wedded lord, with his eyes open blearily heavily intoxicated from sleep and a look almost pleading for you to stop.

he whispered your name, his voice coming out rough around the edges and his grip tightened on your thigh, engulfing it entirely.

“what is it” you whispered back wrinkling your nose with a soft smile painted on your lips.

sukuna silently observed you, taking in everything: your slippers half-hazardly covering your feet, your night gown sliding off your shoulder, your hair a little messy and those eyes, your pretty twinkling eyes.

sukuna’s heart pinched.

heaven’s there had to be a limit to the ever encompassing love he had for his wife, it was simply unfair.

you cupped a hand on the side of your lips before saying “i’ll be back..”

sukuna watched in dismay as you again attempted to get away from him.

before you could even get a step out you were being pulled back by a force much, much stronger than you.

you tut disapprovingly, brushing him off with a light tap.

“it’ll take a minute”

sukuna hugged your back, shaking his head no and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. as much as his 7 foot frame could.

energized by his playful demeanor you harnessed your own, twisting in his grasp you face towards him and cup his face.

“sukuna” you say and he grumbles your name back at you.

“you won’t even know i’m gone”

and without pause,

“i will”

you hold back your giggle opting for a neutral expression.

“my lord, you’re being rather dependent on your poor wife”

“if that is what the situation demands, then so be it” sukuna rolls over, grunting from the movement and pulls you on top of him.

you pushed up at his chest, now with an apparent upper hand ready to appeal for your freedom.

sukuna’s hands rested on your lower back his thumb rubbing into the dip at your hip, eyes barely cracked open.

you brought your fingers up and rubbed his jaw absentmindedly, “i can’t sleep like this”

“why?”

“you haven’t shaved, your face is much too prickly” you teased.

and then ofcourse sukuna proceeded to rub his face against your cheek making you burst into a fit of giggles.

“stop!” you squealed.

you breathed hard, grinning down at your husband, “let me go”

“not in a million years”

you huffed, a stray piece of your hair flying up, the motions the brute had engaged you in making you dreary.

“alright” you fake yawned, “i surrender”

sukuna’s taut shoulders finally melted, the bed creaking under his weight as he let himself loose.

that’s when you cracked your eye open and in a blur of movements you were up and out of his hands. especially the one that almost grabbed onto your ankle.

almost.

you looked at him across the room, waving a finger at his loss.

and lost he was, sukuna with his defined chest highlighted by the moonlight and hair sprung in an unruly sort of direction.

like sweet temptation.

his lower hand motioned you to come closer.

you knew better.

but you stepped into his trap anyway.

firefly; computah! open tumblr right before a career defining exam, lets post a fic ❀ུ͏  

sukuna scoffs from where he’s sprawled back in the beach chair, one arm lazily hanging off the side.

“i don’t burn”

“yes you do”

“i literally don’t”

“your nose got pink last time”

his eyes narrow immediately, “it did not.”

“you then complained that it itched and brooded about it the whole time”

“i don’t brood”

you hum ignoring his offense entirely and pat your thighs.

“c’mere”

he stares at you for a long second before clicking his tongue and leaning forward anyway because despite all his dramatics, sukuna has never once denied you when you used that tone on him.

you snort as sukuna settles in front of you. his massive frame blocks the sun completely and he smells like saltwater and heat already despite barely having stepped into the ocean.

you squeeze sunscreen into your palms and rub it across his shoulders.

his muscles flex beneath your hands while you smooth lotion over the dark markings curling along his skin, careful and thorough despite the way he eyes you.

you drag your fingers over his neck and jaw, rubbing sunscreen into the bridge of his nose while he looks deeply inconvenienced by affection.

“look down”

“this is humiliating.”

“look down, so i can get the back of your neck.”

he grumbles under his breath but tilts his chin downward anyway. his previously bored, half lidded eyes, dilate at the sight of your cleavage, right. in. his. face.

how blissful.

yuji bursts into giggles. you had spiked up sukuna’s hair to stand up in a funky way.

“you look funny papa”

sukuna grimaces.

“want me to throw you into the ocean?”

“yeah!”

“…”

you laugh so hard you nearly smear sunscreen into sukuna’s eye.

you take turns, with sukuna now applying sunscreen onto your back.

eventually yuji tears off toward the shoreline with a plastic bucket in hand, sandals abandoned somewhere behind him.

you lean back into your chair with a satisfied sigh while sukuna sits beside you, one arm draped lazily behind your head.

for a while the two of you simply watch.

yuji jumps over tiny waves, yelling triumphantly every single time he successfully crosses one.

he crouches to collect shells with complete seriousness only to abandon them three seconds later because another wave has appeared.

his little laugh carries over the water. your chest feels warm.

“he looks like you when he gets excited,” you murmur, nuzzling against the base of sukuna’s neck.

“poor kid”

you elbow him lightly, “it is cute sukuna, you are cute”

before sukuna can mull over your words, yuji suddenly turns around spotting the two of you immediately.

“papa!! come here!!”

sukuna pretends not to hear,

“papa!!”

you mouth a slight ‘go’ as your husband sighs dramatically before obliging as per usual.

the water reaches just beneath his knees when yuji grabs his hand excitedly and starts dragging him around with all the strength a six year old could possess.

you pad in after them enjoying the waves and the feel of soft sand beneath your bare feet.

you smile to yourself. it is almost absurd seeing sukuna getting ordered around by a child carrying a neon orange shovel.

yuji points toward a lopsided sandcastle near the shore, “help me make it BIGGER” he sticks his arms out to act out how big he wanted it to be.

sitting back down on your chair you try not to look too amused as sukuna crouches down into the sand.

his large hands awkwardly shape wet sand while yuji gives deeply unnecessary instructions beside him.

“more tower”

sukuna looks over at you, pleading for an escape. you wave him off.

“it’s a sandcastle not a fortress” he mutters back.

“more tower” yuji runs about, sometimes gathering sand and sometimes water. most of the time being largely unhelpful.

sukuna clicks his tongue and adds another tower.

hours later the sky begins softening into gold.

yuji’s exhausted enough now to become clingy, dragging his feet through the sand while holding onto sukuna’s hand.

“i need to wash my feet” you brush sand off your legs with a tired groan.

before you can even move, sukuna bends down and scoops you into his arms effortlessly.

you yelp, “kuna—”

he pats you lower thigh, “stop squirming”

people nearby glance over briefly before immediately looking away once sukuna glares in their direction.

you hide your snicker against his shoulder while he carries you toward the rinse station near the boardwalk.

the water runs cool over your feet as he holds you securely against his chest, an arm around your waist like you weigh nothing at all.

yuji stands beside him sleepily rubbing his eyes.

once your feet are clean, sukuna sets you carefully onto the bench.

then without a word, he crouches down.

you blink.

“..what’re you doing?”

he grabs your sandals from beside the bench.

“your feet’ll get dirty again.”

years of loving him and your heart still stutters stupidly.

sukuna slides the sandals onto your feet one by one with mild annoyance etched across his face, but you know better. his love language when it came to you, was acts of service.

meanwhile yuji watches with narrowed eyes, “papa..?”

“what.”

“that’s sooo romantic” he smiles ear to ear.

sukuna immediately flicks water at his forehead.

yuji screeches dramatically while you laugh loud enough that people turn to look again.

“where did he even learn that?” sukuna asks, a mild smile overtaking his usual harsh features.

you shrug, in a dream-like trance, the domesticity of this moment making your heart soar.

and for once, sukuna doesn’t care at all.

firefly; you guys wanted longer fics so hehe i hope this was good ❀ུ͏  

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firefly; bringing back my og brand aka dad!satoru ❀ུ͏  

inspo:

ཐིཋྀ toji fushiguro

as unexpected as a meet cute it was, you’d first met toji when he appeared at your workplace..as your patient.

having picked up the night-shift as a nurse you’d fallen into the rhythm of work until toji started to flirt with you.

he’d show up unannounced sometimes with no injury at all, you’d inquire after the repetitive nature of his appearances and he’d blame it on his career as a boxer.

he was..a boxer alright, you just found out the real truth when you both got together. he was a jujutsu sorcerer always involved in some shady fights.

you scolded him, got angry, fought with him and finally understood, this was the way of his life that you’d just have to accept and you loved him too much to leave him.

other than the side gigs he was a lovely boyfriend, a brute of a man with a surprisingly soft, caring nature. life with him was easier you loved who you were when you were with him.

it scared you to patch him up, now frequently at home. but the days where he’d stay at home while he healed and cook for you, you’d teasingly call him your house husband and toji would take it in stride, owning up to the title.

his hugs, his kisses, his warmth, his love it was a whirlwind of happiness you’d never felt before with anyone else.

this particular night toji was meant to return back from one of his missions, it’d been a long wait and he was looking forward to seeing you again.

two taps a pause and then another tap.

a little code the two of you had made so you’d only open the door for him.. just in case.

the door however was unlocked, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up, toji knew immediately that something was wrong.

walking down the hallway, he noted that it’s silent, too silent.

his footsteps fell heavy as he approached your room, he didn’t want to spook you if you were in there so he made his presence known.

he couldn’t help the fast pattering of his own heart and his mind wandering in every direction, maybe you were just asleep?

he opens the door to you sitting on the edge of the bed with your head in your hands. his hands reach out as if to hold you but you glance up at him before he could.

the look in your eyes is devastating, your pretty brows furrowed and the lips he loved so much scrunched into a frown.

“baby, what’s wrong?” toji breathes, his worried eyes raking over your entire form.

“i can’t do this anymore.”

what were you saying..

“do what anymore?”

“we’re breaking up”

“what the fuck, why?” he cringes at his tone, his desperation apparent through it but it’s what he truly feels.

he is desperate for you, he does not want you to leave, his mind is taking too long to catch up to his current situation.

“they showed up at my work” you curl your fists tight in your lap, boring holes into the ground from your glare.

“what..”

“your people! the shady people who work with you showed up at my fucking hospital and they threatened me!” you speak, your anger and the heat in the room rising with every word.

“who the fuck? who’s they!?” toji runs a sharp hand through his hair.

“i don’t know!!!” you shout, breathing heavy. you start to pace a bit in the room. the adrenaline and sheer anxiety you felt aching for an escape,

“i don’t know who it was ‘ji” he winced from your use of his nickname, said usually in a much lighter an lovable tone.

“hospital security had to be called, it was a whole fiasco, i couldn’t—“ your voice breaks, “i couldn’t do anything, my poor patients were freaked out and my hands they just.. wouldn’t stop shaking”

your pacing pauses with toji as he walks up to you and pulls both your hands close to his chest.

“i’m sorry, i’m so sorry this shouldn’t have happened” he bends down trying to come eye level to you but you drop your head down further trying to prevent the hot tears from escaping

“hey,” toji pulls you in for a soft hug, his scent so comforting, just like home, you wanted to melt into his embrace, “it’s okay” he whispers rubbing your back.

you shake your head.

it was over then, your relationship couldn’t continue, not like this, not until he quit.

but he couldn’t quit that life, you knew that, so you left first.

ཐིཋྀ suguru geto

you’d joined his cult ofcourse! the man was just so persuasive, he had that inherent luring quality in him.

one word from him and you’d do anything, anything he asked of you.

which included being his bunny.

atleast, that’s what he called you, not your name but bunny.

always perched on his lap in cult meetings, making out behind the curtains, laid up nude, a feast for him and him only in the back of his car.

geto bought you expensive gifts, took you on luxury trips, kissed you like you meant the world to him and you believed it too.

so, “why?” you croaked, clutching onto his robe.

why wouldn’t he look at you anymore, not the way he used to, why was he pushing you away?

you couldn’t make sense of it!

“it’s nothing personal” he brushed your hands off his robe straightening the delicately ironed cloth.

“b-but you loved me! for two years, i gave you everything, you wanted devotion, i was— am devoted, i swear on it geto-sama” your lips trembled.

he clicked his tongue, off-put by your desperation.

pathetic.

“i’m just bored, bun” he smiled weakly failing to sound apologetic whatsoever, the vacant look in his gaze made him seem as if he were somewhere faraway from the conversation.

bored?

you shook your head, you refused to believe it “you love me, that’s why you’re pushing me away, you don’t want any inhibitions. i know you, i know exactly how you think” you spoke with unexpected confidence.

geto looked stricken, as if this entire ordeal pained him.

“you need to leave” he bit out, “now” his words were stern, unbeknownst to you he dug half-moons into his palms.

you looked up towards the ceiling, took a deep breath and without another look walked away, out of his life.

you, his only salvation, now gone.

ཐིཋྀ ryomen sukuna

you had been beside sukuna so long that people stopped remembering a time you weren’t.

servants changed, eras passed, entire villages vanished and rebuilt elsewhere. yet you remained beside him like something permanent.

something his.

when you were younger, you thought it to be romantic. the way he called for you first upon returning, the way he pulled you against him absentmindedly while speaking to others.

the way the entire world feared him, yet some nights he rested his head in your lap and let you play with his hair in silence.

it felt special then.

being loved by ryomen sukuna felt like being chosen by something ancient and terrible yet so tender.

maybe that was why you stayed so long.

even as time slowly settled into your body…

your hands ached in winter, silver thread through your hair, exhaustion sunk deep into your bones.

sukuna didn’t understand it at first.

“you sleep too much lately,” he muttered one evening after finding you dozing off waiting for him.

you smiled weakly, “i’m old”

he clicked his tongue, “how human”

you laughed softly because of course he would say that. time had never touched him properly.

but your body remembered every year.

still, he loved you. maybe not gently, maybe not correctly but completely. his devotion to you had no end.

that is what worried you.

sukuna never spoke of love directly. but the truth of your existence was it’s end.

which was why this hurt so much.

because one evening, sitting beside him beneath the engawa while snow fell beyond the gardens, you realized you did not want to be preserved anymore.

you were tired.

not to be mistaken for unhappiness, you were so happy so loved but time eroded all.

you rested your head against his shoulder, his warm hand covering yours.

“sukuna..” you spoke quietly.

he hummed.

“when i die…”

his grip tightened instantly.

“you won’t.”

you smiled sadly.

“everyone does eventually.”

“not if i decide otherwise” your chest ached at how simple he made it sound, as though your life was just another thing he could force into submission.

after a long silence, you whispered:

“i think i want to rest” sukuna pushed to speak but you stopped him with a light squeeze on his arm “and i want you to let me go”

sukuna finally looked at you then, really looked.

at the tiredness beneath your smile, the years written softly across your face, at the falling snow so akin to your beauty.

and his denial of it all.

something unreadable crossed his expression, anger perhaps or grief. with him they often looked the same.

then his fingers tightened around yours hard enough to almost hurt. and somehow that hurt worse than if he had shouted.

because ryomen sukuna did not beg.

he did not cling.

yet here he was holding your hand like loosening his grip would make you disappear.

“please” you whispered, begging him to not make this so hard on you.

he nodded curtly.

this goodbye was inevitable.

he sounds offended by consciousness itself it could not get more ridiculous and adorable than that.

you simultaneously want to laugh and pounce at him because he just looks so soft!

yuji continues make grabby hands at you and unable to resist you walk over, perching on the edge of the bed making the mattress slightly dip.

bad decision.

because suddenly both of them gravitate toward you like magnets.

yuji crawls directly onto your lap with all the coordination of a sleepy toddler, burying his face into your stomach while sukuna exhales deeply beside you, eyes already falling shut again as he tucks you close to his side almost pulling you on top of him.

someone is being clingy..

his cheek is warm against your neck, hair tickling your skin. he smells like sleep and something comforting you can never name properly.

“you’ve both been napping for so long” you whisper, “it’s time to wake up” while both of them grunt a daft refusal and curl into you tighter.

yuji is already dozing off again, tiny fingers curled into your shirt.

sukuna shifts quietly before mumbling, barely coherent, “cold without you”

you blink at him.

then at the child asleep in your lap.

then back at sukuna, who seems to realize what he admitted a full three seconds too late because one eye opens again, glaring weakly.

“don’t”

“i didn’t say anything”

“don’t let it get to your head”

“oh it’s getting to my head alright”

he groans.

“too late” you grin.

despite the threat in his voice, he presses closer anyway, half asleep again before the conversation even finishes.

and somehow you too fall asleep surrounded by tangled blankets and warm bodies and terrible bedheads.

firefly; i just LOVE soft sleepy nap time fics it’s the most domestic thing ever RAHHH (do u guys want me to write longer fics? i kinda like the bite-sized format but lmk!) ❀ུ͏  

ah.

there it was.

that strange melancholy that sometimes surfaced when you drank too much.

sukuna knew it was not insecurity even if he didn’t understand further, it still intrigued him how much it mattered for the human race, to be remembered.

“the names of emperors are remembered,” you continued softly, “warriors, clan heads, men who shape eras”

crickets chirped and a low wind carried the scent of jasmines planted at your request, across the foyer.

“but the women beside them become footnotes at best, most of them don’t even make it to the scroll”

sukuna rested one arm across his knee, keen on voicing his opinion, “you care too much about history”

“i think history reveals what people consider valuable”

your voice remained stoic, thoughtful.

“no one writes about the woman who sat beside the monster,” you murmured, “only the monster himself”

a pause.

then sukuna turned his head slowly toward you, amusement flickering across his face.

“so i am a monster to you?”

you blinked at him.

“well objectively”

the silence afterward lasted exactly one second before sukuna barked out a laugh, “and yet you still sit beside me”

“that’s because I’ve already accepted i have questionable judgment” you wave your glass in the air dismissively, “stop changing the topic, kuna” you scolded him.

the term, his name so lovingly shortened rolled of your tongue with such ease and no honorific, only dismissible due to your drunken state.

or maybe always.

sukuna chose not to comment on it, settling for a humble,

“hm.”

“in the grand scheme of things, what am i? if not just a speck in your life” he opened his mouth ready to retort when you held up a hand, silencing him.

how did you not see your own importance? who else could command the king of curses in such a way?

“but to me, this is everything. this is all i have and it makes it all the more precious..that it all just ends one day” you giggle a bit, melancholics a right of passage in this state.

“alas, forgotten” you rest your cheek on your knee wistfully looking up at sukuna ready for him to speak.

but he’s silent, woeful and utterly silent.

could it be that you’d gone too far? the haze from the sake wasn’t helping clearly you had misjudged, to get out of such a situation deemed to be a deplorable task even for the likes of you.

“forget i said that,” you mumble, a weak laugh caught in your throat, “the sake is making me sentimental”

“humans,” sukuna says quietly, “speak of being forgotten because your lives are too short to endure insignificance”

his voice is absent of mockery.

“you fear death less than you fear leaving no mark behind”

your brows knit slightly, you hadn’t expected him to understand at all.

he watches the lantern flame instead of you now.

“but i have lived long enough to know memory is not mercy” you watch the wind ruffle his peculiar crimson tinted hair as he speaks,

“entire eras rot inside me: names, faces, wars, prayers” his expression hardens faintly “none of them matter, time erodes all things evenly.”

for a moment, he looks exhausted by his own immortality. you had not expected that at all.

you swallow.

“then what’s the point?” you ask softly.

his eyes flick back to yours.

and for the first time that night, sukuna looks almost caught off guard by the answer forming within himself.

“there is none,” he says. “not in the grand scheme you speak of” he lightens his tone mocking the pitch of your voice and you smile faintly.

his gaze lowers briefly to your slumped posture, your tired eyes, the warmth of your knee brushing his side without fear.

“but meaning was never something inherent.”

a pause.

“it is assigned”

you feel the weight of the statement as sukuna leans back slightly, like the admission itself irritates him.

“do you think i would sit here entertaining drunken philosophy for just anyone?” there’s no softness in his tone. if anything, it’s sharp, defensive.

he’s offended by the importance of you in his life which makes it all the more devastating.

one day, when you passed on forgotten or not, he would remain and he would remember. you hadn’t thought about it like that, you had thought only for yourself, the realization was jarring.

“centuries pass like weather to me,” he murmurs. “yet i know the sound of your footsteps apart from others. i know when your silence means anger and when it means sorrow. i know when your kisses are thoughtless things, and when they linger like a final act.”

his jaw tightens subtly.

“so if all existence amounts to dust eventually..” his eyes narrow at you, almost accusingly, “then explain why you alone remain.”

his eye twitches, “what other thing”

you look away, “forget it”

“no. say it”

another pause. oh you were so evil.

then, quietly you whisper for dramatic flair, “my accent”

“…your what”

“my accent” you blink at him innocently, “it’s gotten noticeably thicker over the past few weeks”

sukuna stares at you in complete silence.

“you don’t hear it?” you ask, suddenly insecure “everyone else does” you shrug.

his eyes bore down on you “what accent”

“exactly” your voice turns wounded, “you don’t even listen when i talk anymore”

“you were born twenty minutes away from me—“

not letting him finish, you grasp his collar and pull his stupid handsome face closer to you, “tell me who she is sukuna, who is this other woman you are so focused on that you won’t pay attention to me?”

you pronounce each word heavily, emphasizing your previous point of your accent thickening ofcourse.

he actually feels a headache forming.

you sigh and start tracing invisible patterns into his hoodie.

“it’s okay,” you murmur sadly, “i kinda noticed the emotional distance already”

“there is no other girl and no emotional distance”

“mhm”

he tucks a strand a strand of hair behind your ear before gently holding the side of your face, “there isn’t.”

“sukuna…” you say gently, like you’re explaining something difficult to a child, “three days ago i used british slang and you didn’t react at all”

he blinks, “what british slang”

“i said mental”

“…that’s your evidence?”

“if you cared about me and loved me you would’ve noticed i’m gradually becoming british”

sukuna has to physically look away from you for a second.

because this is how it always happens.

you say something so insane that his brain stalls long enough for you to build an entire false narrative around it.

last month you convinced him you could feel when he was about to annoy you “through vibrations in the air”

before that, you accused him of making you “feel geometrically unsafe”

he still doesn’t know what that means.

another day, you claimed couples start biologically syncing after enough time together and therefore if you were tired, technically he had no right to be energetic.

and somehow the conversation ended with him apologizing.

he still doesn’t know how you did that.

“you know what i think?” you continue quietly.

he already hates where this is going.

“I think you’ve gotten too comfortable.”

“too comfortable” he indulges you, for the time being.

you nod sadly, “like you think i’ll always just be here”

you gesture vaguely to yourself, “meanwhile i’m literally changing as a person right in front of you”

sukuna raises a brow, “because you said ‘mental’ once?”

“twice, actually”

he laughs before he can stop himself.

you immediately narrow your eyes again, “wow, oh my god, i’m being vulnerable and you’re laughing!”

his chest shakes under your palm trying to hold in his chuckle “because you sound insane baby”

you cross your arms over your chest not before swatting his grip away from your waist, “that’s really hurtful considering what i’m going through culturally”

“CULTURALLY?”

“you wouldn’t get it,” you mutter “you’ve always been close-minded” you wave a dismissive hand at him.

sukuna drops his head against your shoulder, shoulders shaking once again with restrained laughter.

and the worst part is you perk up instantly at that.

because now you know you’re winning.

and fuck he loves you so much, he wants you to win.

“there,” you say smugly, petting his crimson hair, “that’s the most affection you’ve shown me all week. see how i have to manipulate you into caring?”

you both grin at each other.

firefly; hi guys i’m back who else cheered (medschool got too serious ><) ❀ུ͏