️sato

cw: injuries, bleeding and mentions of scars + megumi crying huhu

your boyfriend, megumi. just got back from a mission, a solo mission. he got injured very badly, it was visible through his injuries.

floor creaked, you heard his footsteps. he's home.

you called out for him—no response.

"baby, are you-"

your tracks stopped, looking down observing his bloody presence. you then met his face, poor baby.

he was silent, dead silent. he disliked getting hurt, especially if it upsets you.

you approached him, steady. you then cupped your hands around his cheeks

"my poor baby.. are you okay? where does it hurt?" you asked, softly. trying to make eye contact with him, he looked fragile.

silence.

he then replied a few seconds later, "everywhere.." he mumbled, finally looking at you.

you cooed, taking his hand carefully, trying not to hurt him in any way possible,

"let me take care of you." you said

you both sat on the couch.

megumi was now all bandaged up, he looked tired. very tired,

"these will turn into scars by the time they heal," he grumbled, his face frowning, though he tried to hide it.

you looked at him vulnerably, you gripped onto his hand. not too hard, but not too soft.

"gumi, look at me." you said.

his attention on you.

"y-yeah..?" he replied.

"i know you, baby. you get all sad when you get scars. you think you'll be ugly. but, that's not the point—baby. look, scars can be ugly. yes, that's the truth. but you'll always be, i mean always be my beautiful pretty boy." you said, your voice soft.

you can see his tears welling up, he then hugged you tight. his head burying in your neck,

"i love you, always." he said, holding on tighter.

you smiled, hugging him back tightly.

"i love you more, gumi" you replied.

you love your boyfriend so much, his insecurities don't matter to you.

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you always told sukuna to stop carrying you like a baby, but. he never listens, if he wants to do it—he'll do it.

there you are on his shoulders, you wanted to be put down. your friends, yuki, utahime and, shoko, had already arrived at the party.

"babyy... put me down!" you whined, wiggling between his head. you really, really, wanted to be put down,

"can't baby, you look cute up there." he replied, kissing your leg.

it tickled

your friends, snickering. as they approached you both.

"my, my. we haven't even got into the pool and you both are already playing chicken fight?" utahime giggled, looking up at you.

"it seems you're giving [name] a hard time, sukuna." yuki laughed, patting your knee.

"h-hey! not my fault!" you yelled. you were gonna fall any minute now.

"whatever, girl. approach us when you're finally down. it's gettin’ hot." shoko replied, the three of them already heading outside to the pool.

"what a way to go, kuna.." you mumbled, your head turning back, avoiding his face. though you were on top of him.

he smirked then held you by the waist, you were already in your bikini. he removed his shirt, he ran towards the pool—

"wait! k-kuna!" you yelped, trying to free from his grasp.

"hold on tight baby!" he yelled, running to the pool and jumping in with you in his arms.

splash!

you then emerged from the water a couple seconds later.

god, you have just done your makeup a couple minutes ago!

"ryomen fucking sukuna" you whispered, but. all of them could hear.

oh no.

they say ryomen sukuna is the most meanest among all in the fraternity, but they don't know how much of a softie he is when he's with you.

"baby! can we match outfits pretty pleasee?" you gleamed, showing off several couple matching outfits.

"yes baby, send the link of the outfits and i'll purchase them." he replied, not even looking up from his phone, but he was smiling.

a couple minutes later—

"oof.. $539 for both of the oufits, maybe next time.." you pouted, showing him the prices from your phone.

he observed it, he then looked at you like you had done something horribly wrong to him.

"what's that look for, baby? did i do something wrong i-"

you then got cut off by him, he let out a chuckle. what was that supposed to mean?

"ah, baby. you do know your boyfriend is rich, right? second most richest guy in the frat. send the link, i'll buy them, don't worry, princess." he said.

you then reacted with a o forming in your mouth.

"YAY! LOVE YOU RYO!" you gleamed, kissing all over his face. "our outfits will be so cute! with matching keychains and other stuff!" you said excitingly.

"i'm sure, princess. i'm very sure," sukuna replied, kissing your forehead.

you will be the death of him.

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cw: strong language nd mention of sex

part 2 of this

"ryomen fucking sukuna"

those were the last words that ryomen wanted to hear from you, especially when you weren't mad at him 24/7.

"r-relax.. heh.. b-baby..?" sukuna nervously chuckled, backing out a little as he bumped into gojo's figure.

you turned up to look at him, "you're dead, sukuna."

you then left the pool, leaving him stunned.

"i fucked up." sukuna grumbled, he then felt an arm around his shoulder.

"tch.. it's fine, dude. her makeup got all wet! maybe she's just overrea-" gojo said then stopped when he felt sukuna shove his arm away, he could have sworn sukuna mumbled "fuck off."

he then headed to the penthouse, looking everywhere for you. he then eventually found you in your shared bedroom, your back turned as you refused to face your boyfriend.

he quietly called out for your name,

"reader.."

no response.

his gaze landed on the dirty makeup wipes scattered on the vanity table, you were happy when you finished doing your makeup. of course he felt miserable after ruining it and your day.

"listen baby, i-"

you cut him off, "not now, sukuna."

he frowned, you always called him "kunkun," but now you're giving him the cold shoulder.

"i'll do anything, baby! please forgive me.." he was on his knees, you were glad that you weren't facing him. because if you did, he would then see your evil grin.

"anything?"

"anything!"

————

gojo and the others hadn't heard from both in awhile, gojo and geto went to your shared bedroom to see if both of you were okay.

they then heard shouting from you from outside, were you... scolding sukuna?

when they opened the door, they saw you screaming and shouting at sukuna. you then slapped him and they heard you saying, "no sex for a month!"

they tried to stop you, but sukuna snapped.

"leave me and my girlfriend the fuck alone!"

the two men exchanged confused looks.

you then glared at them, "you two are just gonna stand there or watch?" letting out a scoff.

they nervously chuckled, backing away awkwardly until they hit the door. leaving and shutting the door quick.

———

later that night, you two eventually made up and you both were cuddling each other.

"i'm sorry, baby."

"it's ’kay kunkun."

you placed a kiss on his forehead, he buried himself on your chest.

despite the fights you two had, they weren't always that serious. you both loved each other like magnets.

cw: strong language nd mention of sex

part 2 of this

"ryomen fucking sukuna"

those were the last words that ryomen wanted to hear from you, especially when you weren't mad at him 24/7.

"r-relax.. heh.. b-baby..?" sukuna nervously chuckled, backing out a little as he bumped into gojo's figure.

you turned up to look at him, "you're dead, sukuna."

you then left the pool, leaving him stunned.

"i fucked up." sukuna grumbled, he then felt an arm around his shoulder.

"tch.. it's fine, dude. her makeup got all wet! maybe she's just overrea-" gojo said then stopped when he felt sukuna shove his arm away, he could have sworn sukuna mumbled "fuck off."

he then headed to the penthouse, looking everywhere for you. he then eventually found you in your shared bedroom, your back turned as you refused to face your boyfriend.

he quietly called out for your name,

"reader.."

no response.

his gaze landed on the dirty makeup wipes scattered on the vanity table, you were happy when you finished doing your makeup. of course he felt miserable after ruining it and your day.

"listen baby, i-"

you cut him off, "not now, sukuna."

he frowned, you always called him "kunkun," but now you're giving him the cold shoulder.

"i'll do anything, baby! please forgive me.." he was on his knees, you were glad that you weren't facing him. because if you did, he would then see your evil grin.

"anything?"

"anything!"

————

gojo and the others hadn't heard from both in awhile, gojo and geto went to your shared bedroom to see if both of you were okay.

they then heard shouting from you from outside, were you... scolding sukuna?

when they opened the door, they saw you screaming and shouting at sukuna. you then slapped him and they heard you saying, "no sex for a month!"

they tried to stop you, but sukuna snapped.

"leave me and my girlfriend the fuck alone!"

the two men exchanged confused looks.

you then glared at them, "you two are just gonna stand there or watch?" letting out a scoff.

they nervously chuckled, backing away awkwardly until they hit the door. leaving and shutting the door quick.

———

later that night, you two eventually made up and you both were cuddling each other.

"i'm sorry, baby."

"it's ’kay kunkun."

you placed a kiss on his forehead, he buried himself on your chest.

despite the fights you two had, they weren't always that serious. you both loved each other like magnets.

they say ryomen sukuna is the most meanest among all in the fraternity, but they don't know how much of a softie he is when he's with you.

"baby! can we match outfits pretty pleasee?" you gleamed, showing off several couple matching outfits.

"yes baby, send the link of the outfits and i'll purchase them." he replied, not even looking up from his phone, but he was smiling.

a couple minutes later—

"oof.. $539 for both of the oufits, maybe next time.." you pouted, showing him the prices from your phone.

he observed it, he then looked at you like you had done something horribly wrong to him.

"what's that look for, baby? did i do something wrong i-"

you then got cut off by him, he let out a chuckle. what was that supposed to mean?

"ah, baby. you do know your boyfriend is rich, right? second most richest guy in the frat. send the link, i'll buy them, don't worry, princess." he said.

you then reacted with a o forming in your mouth.

"YAY! LOVE YOU RYO!" you gleamed, kissing all over his face. "our outfits will be so cute! with matching keychains and other stuff!" you said excitingly.

"i'm sure, princess. i'm very sure," sukuna replied, kissing your forehead.

you will be the death of him.

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you always told sukuna to stop carrying you like a baby, but. he never listens, if he wants to do it—he'll do it.

there you are on his shoulders, you wanted to be put down. your friends, yuki, utahime and, shoko, had already arrived at the party.

"babyy... put me down!" you whined, wiggling between his head. you really, really, wanted to be put down,

"can't baby, you look cute up there." he replied, kissing your leg.

it tickled

your friends, snickering. as they approached you both.

"my, my. we haven't even got into the pool and you both are already playing chicken fight?" utahime giggled, looking up at you.

"it seems you're giving [name] a hard time, sukuna." yuki laughed, patting your knee.

"h-hey! not my fault!" you yelled. you were gonna fall any minute now.

"whatever, girl. approach us when you're finally down. it's gettin’ hot." shoko replied, the three of them already heading outside to the pool.

"what a way to go, kuna.." you mumbled, your head turning back, avoiding his face. though you were on top of him.

he smirked then held you by the waist, you were already in your bikini. he removed his shirt, he ran towards the pool—

"wait! k-kuna!" you yelped, trying to free from his grasp.

"hold on tight baby!" he yelled, running to the pool and jumping in with you in his arms.

splash!

you then emerged from the water a couple seconds later.

god, you have just done your makeup a couple minutes ago!

"ryomen fucking sukuna" you whispered, but. all of them could hear.

oh no.

cw: injuries, bleeding and mentions of scars + megumi crying huhu

your boyfriend, megumi. just got back from a mission, a solo mission. he got injured very badly, it was visible through his injuries.

floor creaked, you heard his footsteps. he's home.

you called out for him—no response.

"baby, are you-"

your tracks stopped, looking down observing his bloody presence. you then met his face, poor baby.

he was silent, dead silent. he disliked getting hurt, especially if it upsets you.

you approached him, steady. you then cupped your hands around his cheeks

"my poor baby.. are you okay? where does it hurt?" you asked, softly. trying to make eye contact with him, he looked fragile.

silence.

he then replied a few seconds later, "everywhere.." he mumbled, finally looking at you.

you cooed, taking his hand carefully, trying not to hurt him in any way possible,

"let me take care of you." you said

you both sat on the couch.

megumi was now all bandaged up, he looked tired. very tired,

"these will turn into scars by the time they heal," he grumbled, his face frowning, though he tried to hide it.

you looked at him vulnerably, you gripped onto his hand. not too hard, but not too soft.

"gumi, look at me." you said.

his attention on you.

"y-yeah..?" he replied.

"i know you, baby. you get all sad when you get scars. you think you'll be ugly. but, that's not the point—baby. look, scars can be ugly. yes, that's the truth. but you'll always be, i mean always be my beautiful pretty boy." you said, your voice soft.

you can see his tears welling up, he then hugged you tight. his head burying in your neck,

"i love you, always." he said, holding on tighter.

you smiled, hugging him back tightly.

"i love you more, gumi" you replied.

you love your boyfriend so much, his insecurities don't matter to you.

© s9to | please do not, repost, copy, claim my work as your own or translate it into another language.

cw: injuries, blood, violence, harassment, kidnapping attempt, and strong language

you wonder why your boyfriend always comes home late at night, you think he's cheating. he excuses himself through "game night" with his friends, and you ask his friends, they say it's true. but you don't know the fact he's actually out there saving lives in the city.

you wait in your shared apartment's living room.

timecheck—2:32 AM.

you overthink, what if he's actually cheating on you?

"please don't do what i think you'll do.." you mumbled to yourself, sitting on the couch with arms crossed.

the door opens.

you stood up quickly. you were gonna scold him but then you saw him, clothes wrecked and torn. did he get into a fight? you thought.

"b-baby, l-look i'm.." he stopped, too weak because of all the cuts around him. visible through the torn spots.

you walked towards him, observing him.

"what the hell.. did you get into a fight-"

he then cut you off with some lame excuse.

"i actually got scratched by a bunch of cats, tried feeding them but they ended up attacking me." he laughed it off, forcing a smile.

you got suspicious, very suspicious. the cuts were not any ordinary cat scratch.

the next day, night time.

you were on your way to go back to the apartment complex, you stumbled across an alleyway. a dark alleyway.

your eyes met a creep, a guy eyeing up on you.

"now what's a pretty girl like you roaming around the city at night?" he spoke.

you can see his smirk behind that damn mask.

"i'm just walking back to my apartment, that's all." you replied harshly.

"ooh.. spicy woman eh? that's what i like about you women." he laughed, approaching you, then added, "i'll come with you, you need company. don't want any strangers doing stuff to you.." he whispered.

you felt uncomfortable, trying to nag him off.

you don't know that from distance, your boyfriend was actually watching you from above a building. his face darkened.

the man grabbed your wrist, grip hard. he tried to pull you with him, you tried to yell for help. it was a dead block.

"shut the fuck up and come with me women" the man growled, trying to drag you with him without you being a "brat".

just then, you see "spiderman" coming towards your way.

he grabbed you by the waist and shot his webs towards your apartment's roof top.

you startled, confused and shocked! you thought spiderman was just a myth in your city, but he was actually a real?!

you both then landed, he freed you carefully. you then thanked him, but—

"t-thank y-you.. spiderman? right? thank you for saving me, i—" you spoke, panting then got cut off.

"you're always welcome, baby." he replied,

SATORU?!

your soul left your body as he removed his mask, he laughed trying to get you out of your shocked expression.

"toru...? is that really you..?"

"yes baby, it's really me" he replied, smiling as approached you.

"but.. h-how.. i.. when?" you babbled, still confused and shock over how your boyfriend is actually the man everyone keeps talking about.

"remember when you screamed in our room one time because of a spider? yeah, so uhm, when you left the room, i tried to kill it, but it ended up crawling through my neck and bit me.." he explained as he scratched his head.

he showed the mark on his neck, the same place where he covers up, the one that gets you all curious.

"and the fact i thought you were cheating on me.." you mumbled, looking down facing your mary jane platforms.

his expression softened.

"oh baby, i would never ever do that to you." he cupped your cheeks, making you look at him. you and him were together for about 3 years now.

he then kissed your forehead,

"let's go make pasta now, okay?"

"okay, baby. sorry again,"

"it's okay, love. i get you."

your soft smile came back, you both walked towards the elevator, your conversation fainting.

back in the alley, with the man. still mad about the fact your boyfriend stole his chance of kidnapping you.

"tough luck, dude."

a guy inside the alley, spoke.

"who the fuck?" the man looked towards the alley's direction.

"let's just say things are ’bout to become messy"

the mysterious slowly approached approached him, who was it?

TOJI?!

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you really didn't know how it happened. maybe it was because of that strange drink gojo had bought for you four.

​"aww! baby, you look so cute!" you squealed in awe, holding up his new cat form.

​he let out a meow—an angry meow, perhaps.

​"don't be so grumpy now, you're a cute little fella!" you said, smiling down at him.

​gojo, yuuji, and nobara just stared at you. they were about to tell you that he could easily be turned back to normal with another drink, but—

​"NO WAY!" you huffed, clinging to your boyfriend even tighter. "It's only been an hourrrr!" you whined, absolutely refusing to let go.

​"[name]..." gojo muttered, on his knees trying to convince you. "you can't let fushiguro be a cat forever!"

​your eyebrows furrowed in response, "my boyfriend, my decision!"

​and just like that, you turned on your heel and walked away to go to your dorm. gojo felt defeated—after all, megumi was basically his son.

once you both arrived back at your dorm, you gently set megumi down on the bed. you absolutely adored him, even his furry form.

​he meowed again, probably wanting to return to his normal self. but you, as his beloved girlfriend just wasn't ready to let go of your boyfriend's cute form.

​"look at you, megu," you cooed, picking him up again as you sat on the edge of your bed. "just give me a couple more minutes!"

​megumi just stared at you, seemingly giving up and deciding not to fight you any longer.

​POOF!

​"wah—!" you shrieked, suddenly feeling a massive weight on top of you.

​the drink had apparently worn off much faster than you expected. you were about to tell him to move, but then you felt his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into a tight hug instead.

​god, you loved your sweet boy so much.

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everybody knew how whipped choso was for you, even his brothers told you how obedient and down bad he is.

you were on his bed while his head was between your thighs. you were running your fingers through his hair,

you then came across a video about a girl testing her boyfriend’s loyalty by naming women they know. almost all of the boyfriends said different names. you then decided to put choso to the test,

"honey, let's do a tiktok video."

"what kind of video?"

he then lifted his head from your thighs, staring at you curiously.

you smiled, showing him half of the video. you obviously didn't want your boyfriend worrying about getting beaten up, did you?

he then smiled. he was always down to do tiktok videos with you.

minutes went by, and you then started the video.

"names of women that we know, maki!"

"[reader]!"

you stopped as he continued clapping, but he stopped too when he realized you weren't clapping anymore,

"what's wrong, sweets? did i do something wro-"

you cut him off by giving him the tightest hug ever. you tried not to break down since that would be so over.

he hugged you back, still confused about why you suddenly hugged him,

you looked up at him, staring into his eyes. "i love you, cho." you then kissed his lips.

he was really confused, but he brushed it off by kissing you back.

you then pulled away from his embrace and realized the video was still recording. you took your phone off the stand,

"sweets, i'm confused.." he mumbled. "why did you suddenly stop when i said your name?" he asked innocently.

you looked up from your phone, chuckling softly. you left him dumbfounded. "it's a trend about girls checking their boyfriend's loyalty. if they say another girl's name, it means there's another girl they're involved with."

his mouth formed an "o" before turning into a smile as he approached you.

"sweets, i would never cheat on you. you're the prettiest, funniest, and... silliest girlfriend i've ever had!" he pouted, picking you up and burying his face into your neck,

you chuckled, blushing at his words. your lips met his neck, "i love you so much, cho." you smiled,

"i love you more, sweets."

everybody knew how whipped choso was for you, even his brothers told you how obedient and down bad he is.

you were on his bed while his head was between your thighs. you were running your fingers through his hair,

you then came across a video about a girl testing her boyfriend’s loyalty by naming women they know. almost all of the boyfriends said different names. you then decided to put choso to the test,

"honey, let's do a tiktok video."

"what kind of video?"

he then lifted his head from your thighs, staring at you curiously.

you smiled, showing him half of the video. you obviously didn't want your boyfriend worrying about getting beaten up, did you?

he then smiled. he was always down to do tiktok videos with you.

minutes went by, and you then started the video.

"names of women that we know, maki!"

"[reader]!"

you stopped as he continued clapping, but he stopped too when he realized you weren't clapping anymore,

"what's wrong, sweets? did i do something wro-"

you cut him off by giving him the tightest hug ever. you tried not to break down since that would be so over.

he hugged you back, still confused about why you suddenly hugged him,

you looked up at him, staring into his eyes. "i love you, cho." you then kissed his lips.

he was really confused, but he brushed it off by kissing you back.

you then pulled away from his embrace and realized the video was still recording. you took your phone off the stand,

"sweets, i'm confused.." he mumbled. "why did you suddenly stop when i said your name?" he asked innocently.

you looked up from your phone, chuckling softly. you left him dumbfounded. "it's a trend about girls checking their boyfriend's loyalty. if they say another girl's name, it means there's another girl they're involved with."

his mouth formed an "o" before turning into a smile as he approached you.

"sweets, i would never cheat on you. you're the prettiest, funniest, and... silliest girlfriend i've ever had!" he pouted, picking you up and burying his face into your neck,

you chuckled, blushing at his words. your lips met his neck, "i love you so much, cho." you smiled,

"i love you more, sweets."

you really didn't know how it happened. maybe it was because of that strange drink gojo had bought for you four.

​"aww! baby, you look so cute!" you squealed in awe, holding up his new cat form.

​he let out a meow—an angry meow, perhaps.

​"don't be so grumpy now, you're a cute little fella!" you said, smiling down at him.

​gojo, yuuji, and nobara just stared at you. they were about to tell you that he could easily be turned back to normal with another drink, but—

​"NO WAY!" you huffed, clinging to your boyfriend even tighter. "It's only been an hourrrr!" you whined, absolutely refusing to let go.

​"[name]..." gojo muttered, on his knees trying to convince you. "you can't let fushiguro be a cat forever!"

​your eyebrows furrowed in response, "my boyfriend, my decision!"

​and just like that, you turned on your heel and walked away to go to your dorm. gojo felt defeated—after all, megumi was basically his son.

once you both arrived back at your dorm, you gently set megumi down on the bed. you absolutely adored him, even his furry form.

​he meowed again, probably wanting to return to his normal self. but you, as his beloved girlfriend just wasn't ready to let go of your boyfriend's cute form.

​"look at you, megu," you cooed, picking him up again as you sat on the edge of your bed. "just give me a couple more minutes!"

​megumi just stared at you, seemingly giving up and deciding not to fight you any longer.

​POOF!

​"wah—!" you shrieked, suddenly feeling a massive weight on top of you.

​the drink had apparently worn off much faster than you expected. you were about to tell him to move, but then you felt his arms wrapping around you, pulling you into a tight hug instead.

​god, you loved your sweet boy so much.

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