THATS WHY I LOVE YOU - Toji Fushiguro

THATS WHY I LOVE YOU - toji fushiguro

warnings: toji fushiguro x reader, fluff, pregnant reader, reader is tad a bit dramatic but its the hormones i promise, soft domestic toji is everything, toji is a loverboy at heart, married au!

author’s note: caught a bad case of tojitis and the doc said this is the only way i can get rid of it 🙁

“‘m sorry princess.” toji said as he wiped the fat tears that rolled down your cheeks.

he couldn’t blame you for being upset—you were carrying his child for gods sake which meant that your hormones were all out of shape from trying to make sure this child wasn’t as fucked up as he was. he rubbed your back soothingly trying to get you to calm down as your shoulders bobbed up and down, clearly still upset. toji had researched pregnancy symptoms soon after he found out you were expecting but he didn’t expect them to be this…severe.

“I’ll buy you another one princess, i promise.” he squeezed your hand gently as an act of reassurance. “let’s just get out of the way we’re causing a scene.” he motioned to the crowd that gathered around you both, clearly interested in the drama between a man and his pregnant wife. one quick glare from toji was all it took for the bystanders to begin minding their own business again.

“it’s not gonna be the same.” you hiccuped, wiping the tears and snot away with a tissue as toji led you away to a quiet area. just thinking about the ice cream almost made you emotional again. “why did your fat hands have to knock my ice cream onto the ground!” you balled up his shirt in your fists before you started crying again. “it’s a hot summer day and im sweating buckets—that was the only thing i was looking forward to!” you cried out. “what did my ice cream do to you!”

“nothin’ mama i’ll go buy you a new one right now.”that seemed to calm you down for a brief minute. you looked up at him with starry eyes and toji couldn’t get over how beautiful you looked at this moment. “you will? do you remember what ice cream truck it was from?” toji stilled for a brief second before giving you a soft smile. “of course i do baby.”

toji definitely didn’t remember where the ice cream was and he definitely wasn’t gonna try and play with your tastebuds by buying ice cream from a similar ice cream stand. he knew how refined your palate had become since becoming pregnant which made it crucial that he’d find the right spot. after running around the busy streets like a headless chicken he found the ice cream truck and despite not being religious, he thanked whoever was above before quickly fishing out some money to pay for the ice cream.

he walked back to you with two ice creams, handing you the less melted one. you thanked him and ate your ice creams in silence watching the world go on around you. “thank you.” you said as you rested your head on his shoulder, cradling your bump. “i may have exaggerated a teensy bit about the ice cream.” you replied coyly moving from your position to face him.

“you don’t say.” he replied sarcastically, leaning in for a kiss but he stopped right before your lips met. “you’re unbelievable.” he whispered softly against your lips before he kissed you, the coldness of the ice cream still present on his lips making you shudder. you pulled away with a soft grin, “i know, that’s why you married me in the first place.” you held up your hand, showing the beautiful yet blinding ring he got for you.

“well, i hope our baby doesn’t get your dramatic tendencies.” he grumbled, as he took your hand in his once again rubbing soft circles on your palm. “yeah? and i hope that our baby doesn’t get your grumpiness.” you retort back sticking your tongue out at him.

“oh so this is how we’re gonna play this baby?” he smirked at you before resting his hand on your growing bump. “well i hope our baby comes out happy, healthy and knows that they have two loving parents that would die for them.” he replied back kissing your bump. your heart bloomed at his confession and you could feel the waterworks coming in but you managed to blink them away.

“it seems like marriage has made you soft old man.” you teased him running your fingers up and down his arm. “shut up.” he said softly before placing a light kiss on your temple.

He's telling the kids: "A rocket is coming cover your ears." Then he tells them to remove their fingers once it's gone. At the end of the video, since the girl is wearing Messi Argentina jersey, he jokes with her saying: "They don't appreciate you anymore messi, they don't respect you anymore" to make her smile.

This is a famous influencer from gaza: Ahmed alhenawi. He came to gaza for his wedding which was a week before the genocide. The little girl here is his sister in law, and the little boy is their cousin who's staying with them since his mother was killed by Israeli bombardment.

This is the same girl who said: I wish I could just get killed right now, because I'm so exhausted. You know what's good though? They postponed examinations!

These people need you, never stop talking about Palestine. Speak up. If they find it in themselves to smile and joke during this and not fall into despair so can you. STOP THE GENOCIDE.

HEART TO HEART : GOJO SATORU

what is heart to heart? a show in which we bring two people who have history together to ask them a couple of interesting, heartbreaking questions.

today's episode: 27 year old Gojo Satoru broke up with his girlfriend 4 years ago, yet he cannot move on. does she feel the same? and does a person really not move on even after four years?

note: i started this…without a second thought. i dont know where its going or if its gonna do well. but i enjoyed it very much

a cold room, a white set, two chairs and a table—satoru gojo knew that the point of this very simple and minimalistic set was to make him feel vulnerable and uncomfortable, but a tiny vase would’ve been appreciated.

“why did you two break up?”

the ivory haired man leans back in his chair with a dry chuckle, fingers drumming along the surface of the wooden table.

“I was insecure,” he admits rather bitterly. “I just had a lot of things to work on, and letting go of her seemed like the right thing to do.”

“do you miss her?”

“oh, absolutely,” there’s a smile on his face when he says that, and sits up straight with his hands clasped together (an indicator that he was most likely anxious to be asked such vulnerable question). he goes on to squeeze his hands a bit and his lips are sealed shut for a bit before opening them again. “I thought to myself that I wouldn’t find love for a while after her—but it’s been four years, and I cannot get myself to move on.”

“has she moved on?”

“maybe? I’m not sure,” he lets out a nervous laugh and looks away from the camera before holding his head in his hands, there was a mental battle going on inside his head—before he finally decides to speak again. “I actually stalked her instagram account last week through a mutual friend and… I didn’t see a man on any of the pictures. she could just be super private.”

“was she private about being with you?”

“she would post pictures here and there, we didn’t like to keep our relationship a secret.”

gojo is handed a blindfold and he neatly wraps it around his eyes and waits, heart thumping loudly in his chest.

when you were asked by a friend if you would do this interview, a part of you was a bit hesitant just because you weren’t sure if you wanted to air out your love life like this and have to deal with the consequences of a potential future lover being upset about it—but when you were told that it was gojo satoru, your ex-boyfriend whom you dated for 3 years and were planning on building a future with—that is until it abruptly ended with no warnings whatsoever. perhaps you ignored the tornado warnings? were there even any to begin with? you will never know because you blocked him everywhere on social media. from instagram to his phone number. you couldn’t deal with the fact that he existed around you, near you yet you couldn’t have him.

four long years of not having seen him took a toll on your heart, as it sure gets excited the moment you spot white strands on top of a head that is laid out on the table. his sense of style is still so casual and laid back, but not in a cocky way. satoru has always been about feeling comfortable in your clothes but you notice his tense shoulders and his foot tapping and can immediately tell that he is anxious.

you silently pull the chair back facing him and he lifts his head off of the table. your hands rest on top of the surface and the producer finally asks gojo to take off the blindfold.

when he does and you two lock eyes, you both start smiling big but you can’t help the little tremble to your lips before you look away from the camera to wipe a few emotional tears.

“sorry,” you whisper but your mic was able to pick it up. almost on instinct, satoru reaches towards you and squeezes your arm reassuringly.

“when was the last time you spoke to one another?”

“four years ago.” you are the one to answer the questions now and you keep avoiding satoru’s big blue eyes.

“was it hard having to walk away from a long term relationship?”

“It’s always hard when you thought there was a connection,” your emphasis on the word “thought” makes gojo look down at his lap almost in shame. he had no time to explain himself or what he did, yet he couldn’t help but feel that this interview was going to be like a second chance to explain himself and perhaps give a proper apology.

“you had no closure?”

“nope.” you both answer at the same time and it feels as though feelings of resentment are starting to resurface as your demeanor grows cold around him and you pull your hands away from the table.

“why do you think you broke up?”

“you said you couldn’t really see us together anymore,” you were now speaking to satoru directly and he gladly took the heat of your words. “you said…that us being together was just a waste of time and that one of us has to walk away,” you were clearly hurt by his words, even four years later. the breakup took a toll on you both physically and emotionally. you were incapable of going on dates for a painfully long period of time that your friends had to drag you outside to meet some potential new partners—but none of them felt like satoru. you resented him for crawling into your heart and finding a safe space there, for settling down and building a warm house inside only to tear it down and leave as quickly as he came.

“I wasn’t… sure what I wanted to do at the time, I was confused about my future,” satoru admits for the first time ever. “I thought it was so unfair to drag you down that hole with me when it was so clear to you that you had a plan in mind—a secure one so I just-“

“left.” you finish the sentence for him and he lets out a pained laugh.

“yeah, I left. and when I realized that you had blocked me, I knew that there was no going back and that I actually did it. yknow, like, it wasn’t this bad dream where I would wake up and you were still beside me—you were actually gone, I made you leave.”

there was a long silence after this and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, not after that confession.

“did you miss me?” gojo takes the initiative to ask this question instead of the producer but they don’t complain, watching carefully as you look back at your ex partner.

“I did,” you say again in a whisper, almost scared that you coming to terms with this horrible realization was going to hurt you further.

“do you think that…we could’ve worked out had I been honest at the time?”

“satoru, I would’ve never left you as easily as you did,” you knew that it wasn’t easy for him, but you want him to know that your love for him was bigger than he ever thought.

“would you like to try again?”

you two stare at each other for a bit and you sneak your hand towards his huge palm, resting your index finger there and tracing soft circles.

“yeah… I want to. do you?” you look up at him through your eyelashes and gojo’s heart feels as though it is about to burst.

“I would love to.”

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— HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS | GOJO SATORU

MDNI | smut, husband gojo satoru, f!pregnant reader, pet names, daddy kink, playful use of “mommy” once, piv sex, kinda yan gojo, possessive reader too hehe, not beta read. | 2.4k |

Rain pattered down the windows, the slight churns and groans of the storm sending tremors through the walls. Whilst the candles dotted around the room flickered and billowed in envious whispers at the married pair so lovesick they were bedridden tonight. 

It had been a long week, but luckily today was finally Friday. Monday through Wednesday you craved combinations of food that made even Satoru’s face contort, nevertheless he drove to every supermarket whenever a single item you’d listed was sold out. Thursday and Friday you’d insisted on going to work (almost giving him a heart attack when he came in to bring you lunch and caught you running yourself ragged—twice). But of course Satoru had married another workaholic.

However, tonight belonged to the two of you and that thrilled him to his core. He found himself delighting in every part of this experience, like when he picked you up from work and you nuzzled into his chest a little longer than normal. He read somewhere that pregnant wives were comforted by the masculine scent of their husbands so he couldn’t deny that it turned him on. All of this did.

Just to lay with you in his lap like this, your cheek pressed to his thigh and your hair tickling his skin, whilst an assortment of heavy, fleece blankets fit snugly around your limbs. You were so undeniably his right now, carrying the result of your love, his child. The child you’d made— together (the thought sent him over the edge whenever he looked at you).

His eyes wandered over to the crib he’d built just last week, he’d put it in the perfect position by the bed, so he’d be able to watch over his baby as soon as they were born. So far he’d filled it with a stuffed giraffe and a pastel lilac blanket that Nanami had knitted for you both. 

He couldn’t wait to do this with you.

He stroked fondly at your hair as you giggled at the film, he insisted on light films only, nothing to scare the little peach in your belly, he said. His eyes were brimming with affection as he gazed at you because you were so precious and full of life. He was also savouring the time he had to baby you like this, you were so needy these days and he adored it because you were always so fiercely independent before that you hated accepting help.

You curled up below him, the illumination of the television reflecting off your glowing skin. It was so soft right now, he wanted to kiss it, touch it, stroke it lovingly as he fucked you. God damn it, it was already making Satoru’s cock stir. He needed you.

His eyes trailed down to your breasts and how they strained against your silk nightdress, “Honey?” he hummed.

“Mm?”

“Let’s switch,” he offered innocently.

You nodded, not breaking your eyes away from the film as you leant against the headboard and waited for him to get comfy between your thighs. 

You were so focused on the film in fact, that you didn’t think much of it when your nightdress was being carefully shifted up over your body exposing your sex to the air.

In a matter of months you’d be completely his forever, linked not only by matrimony but your child. He could barely compose himself. In fact he’d put himself in such a state just at the sight of you all dewy and soft from pregnancy like this.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he suddenly asked, his voice all syrupy.

You grinned, “Shut up.”

He pressed his lips to your bump, rising until you were beside yourself laughing at the feathery way he was kissing. “Listen to me sweetheart, I know what I’m talking about.”

“Satoru.” Now he was kissing from your collarbones to your throat with every press of his lips drenched in passion. “I look terrible right now!” 

With a single finger he turned your chin so you could look at him. “No? You’re so beautiful right now,” he said, like you were speaking pure nonsense.

Those eyes of his were shining in the candlelight, unwavering and dripping with lust. In one slick but careful movement he shifted you below him. You were still weak from giggling as you playfully batted him away, “Satoru!”

He closed the distance, brushing his nose against yours like a devoted kitten, “Mrs Gojo,” he purred, “Do you know what you do to me?”

“What’s gotten into you?” You feigned annoyance but wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned in to give him a tender kiss, joining your smiles.

He made a little hmph sound before he deepened it, speaking through needy flicks of his tongue.

“You have,” he solemnly replied, “In my heart, in my soul. Forever.”

You shifted the snowy hair from his eyes, your eyes softening at the tiny smile that was always etched on his lips when he was with you. 

“It’s always you and I, Toru.”

Something primal ignited in Satoru watching you speak so surely with those tired sweet eyes of yours. You were so strong, putting up with all the back pain and the sickness and the crazy cravings.

“Sit back,” he suddenly commanded, kissing his way down your centre until he reached between your thighs.

“What are you doing? Satoru?” 

Your voice shook as he carefully peeled back the hood of your clit and sucked and in seconds he was eagerly lapping at the juices already oozing into the sheets. You got worked up just as quickly as he did these days, must be the hormones he supposed, as he rutted his cock into the mattress. “You don’t have to, you’ve done so much for me this week!”

“Please baby, just a taste. Just let me have a taste of you,” he groaned, his head swimming.

“Toru.” As he moaned into your cunt you slowly began to buck your hips to get closer, Satoru was an expert at everything, including pleasure.

He sloppily kissed your cunt until you were squealing at his zeal, he could always be serious, but he was always a little playful first. “I’m just saying hello,” he said firmly, “so just sit back and let me take care of some things, yeah?”

“Yeah?” you moaned, your back arching as your hands slotted into his hair. 

“Yeah,” he groaned, pulling away with his eyes darkened and his arms locked around your thighs. “Keep those pretty eyes open, come on baby,” he whispered, that playful smile on his lips.

You nodded as he smirked, spitting all over your pussy to lap at it with your eyes locked until your cheeks burned. “Such a sweet cunt,” he purred. “Drives me crazy.”

“It’s all yours,” you weakly offered as you leaned back and clutched at your breasts, but nothing could ground you from the dumbing pleasure of Satoru’s learnt ministrations.

“I know,” he said before he resumed his noisy eating of you. He broke away minutes later only to tell you to spread your thighs as wide as you could for him, “You’re doing so good, baby. I won’t stop till you come on my face, kay?”

He worked his tongue in languid, broad strokes, burying his face into you until your slick was smeared all over his face. Every sweet sound you made spurred him further in his worship, and when he took a moment to breathe, his voice was low as he spoke, full of gravel and desire.

“I know you missed this, I know I did. I couldn’t control myself.”

He then slid in two fingers and grinned when you whimpered and then clenched on him. So perfect and familiar to him that he felt like your body was his own too. If you throbbed on his fingers, his heart would sync up to the same beat, he was so sure.

“Don’t want you to,” you stammered through shaky breaths. 

“You like it, yeah? You like when your pussy makes a mess?”

His eyes widened when you quickly nodded and tugged him up for a kiss, sliding your hand down into his sweatpants. “No, don’t you wanna come baby?” he practically whimpered. 

“Wanna come with this. Need my man, my sweet sweet husband. So attentive, always taking care of me. I need his cock. My cock.”

He whimpered into your lips at your words, choking on his breaths as you palmed his achingly hard erection. “Fuck, it’s all yours baby, need to be inside of you or I’m gonna lose it.” 

“Fuck me Toru? I need it so bad,” you teased.

“I can do anything for you, baby. Tell me how you want me, you wanna get fucked? Can you take it?” he babbled, bucking into your hand and spilling precum all over your fingers.

He was panting, cupping the back of your neck as he kissed all over, “Baby!” 

You squeezed the tip of his cock and he whimpered, you hadn’t fucked in weeks due to the stress of everything and he was already dangerously close.

“Just take baby, take what’s yours, yeah?” he managed through moans as you jerked him even faster. “Don’t let me. Wanna come inside instead, need to!”

He groaned like he’d die if you didn’t let him bury his cock into you in the next minute, so you took his breath away when you flipped him under you and lined his cock up to your cunt. You were so desperate and horny for him too that it was sending him over the edge. 

“Satoru, need you so bad.” You pulled him in for a kiss, whimpering as his large hands dwarfed your hips and he shoved you down onto his length without warning.

Finally, you gasped at the sensation you’d craved all week. 

“That’s it, you just needed to sit your pretty self down, yeah? That’s all you gotta do now, kay sweetheart? You’ve had your fun, now let me do all the work.”

His words had bite but they were so sweet that your teeth ached.

Satoru wasn’t used to being so out of control, your little argument in the car about you overworking when he picked you up earlier came to mind. “I take care of you, and I always will,” he grunted. 

“I know!”

You melted into his unyielding embrace, holding your bump as he hissed at the sensation of your pussy engulfing his cock, snapping his hips up in desperate hurried thrusts.

“Don’t want you lifting a finger,” he growled, though more to himself.

“Satoru!”

“Let me do all the work, mommy.”

“Pervert,” you moaned, raking your hands back through his hair and tugging until he growled.

“You’re so so beautiful, aren’t you? Stretching yourself out on my cock like this, hm?”

You could barely breathe, Satoru’s dick fucking you so deeply cream oozed down his shaft with every smack of his hips. “Gonna come, Toru!”

“Yeah? Let’s come together baby, come here beautiful. Show me that face.”

Satoru grabbed your face, cupping it whilst you steadied yourself on the headboard and grinded your hips in circles.

“Beautiful, beautiful, all mine— all ours,” he chanted like a madman, like the lovesick husband he was. 

“Gotta be careful with you though baby, our munchkin’s in there!” he pleaded as you started to impatiently match his thrusts.

“She’s fine! Don’t be careful! Just make me come,” you hissed in frustration, your body already aching from the strain of being pregnant. “Please!”

He chuckled, kissing and then sucking on one of your tits, they were so sensitive that your hips started to stutter and you shook on him. He loved every second of it. “Baby, you can come, you can come for daddy, can’t you?” he mocked, feeling you flutter at the words.

“Satoru! Stop, I hate you so much!”

“You love me, you love me so much, don’t lie,” he groaned against your breast, his hand planted firmly to your lower back. “That’s it, sweetheart. Show me. Show me how good this cock feels,” he urged. “Ohh, sweetheart!”

Moans tore from your throat before words did, the crashing waves of your climax sending tremors through your body. 

You were spent as you collapsed bonelessly into Satoru’s chest. Your orgasms were so powerful these days that he couldn't help but admire the twitching, now sleepy sight of you. But still, he continued to bounce you up and down as you started to whine and nearly sob at the overstimulation. “More baby, you can do it.”

You shook your head, gripping onto the headboard as he nodded with that sweet yet sadistic smile of his, lifting you until only his tip remained inside. 

His eyes locked on yours, “Breathe for me baby. Just breathe for a second.” He wasn’t asking so you did as he said, watching the way his eyes lidded as they followed the creamy cum sliding down his shaft as you relaxed. 

“Look at that,” he purred, as he yanked your hips back down until he was fully sheathed again. “See, I can’t baby, I gotta,” he spoke into your ear, cooing when you laced your arms around his neck and squeezed. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, so I’ve gotta show ya, huh?”

“Not too fast, please,” you begged, rocking your hips slowly, the loud wet sloshes of your cum only more arousing.

“Shush, you can take it baby, let me fuck my creamy little pussy,” he groaned, wrapping his arms around you as he roughly snapped up his hips. “A little more, yeah?”

“Yeah!” 

“Gonna do that for daddy? Just a little more so I can come too.”

“Yes daddy,” you moaned, so hazy you were drooling down his back as you clawed at it. “Give me your cum!”

“Ahh?” He blushed, gripping your ass hard enough to bruise as he moaned out your name until his voice cracked. His thrusts grew frantic, trying his best to be gentle, but it was so hard when your swollen tits bounced everytime he filled you completely up inside. 

You quickly came again, clenching his cock tight as you bit on his shoulder, marking him. “All fucking mine,” you whimpered into his skin, pushing your hips down on his as you covered him in your juices once again. “My Toru.”

That little argument earlier had also started because you were sure the receptionist at work had been flirting with Satoru.

“Oh yeah, I'm all yours baby!” he moaned, cupping the back of your head and clutching you tightly as he spurted out ropes and ropes of cum inside of you. “You got me there…You fucking got me, sweetheart,” he panted, his cock twitching inside of you with no sight of stopping.

“Too full,” you moaned, “Fuck Toru, how much more?”

“A lot more.” He pulled out to come all over your pussy too. You both laughed through your breathlessness, it was like his body had lost control as his cum covered everywhere.

“Satoru! Satoru?” 

“Heh, heh. We’re gonna have to go again…”

He stroked up and down your spine, your chests brushing each time you both heaved for breath.“Wait! Wait!” He pulled away, cupping your cheeks with his eyes wide, “We’re having a girl! You said she!”

You fell into laughter, “Now you notice?”

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men are so quick to blame the gods

ryomen sukuna x reader summary: your boyfriend is a heavy sleeper, leaving you to form an unlikely relationship with the curse occupying his body during the late hours of the night. w/c: 2.6k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. angst/fluff. aged up!yuuji. sa is mentioned but it's pretty much just sukuna saying he doesn't condone it. heavy kissing. obvi features yuuji x reader but it's not at all the focus. cursing. sukuna calls you kitten. i'd like to think he's not too ooc in this but im probably delusional. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: am i rehabbing our handsome vicious psychopath? yes<3 loosely inspired by this post (features manga spoilers) of him being v beautiful and poetic part one // part two // part three masterlist

humans have always irritated the king of curses— pathetic little vermin scurrying around, utterly oblivious to their own weakness.

so it came as quite a shock to him when he awoke after over a millenia, only to find himself trapped inside the body of some teenaged brat.

nearly 6 years later and he's positive there isn't a person he despises more in the universe. not even the cocky six eyes wielder can elicit sukuna's fury the way itadori yuuji so easily does.

that's why he resolved early on to kill his vessel's pretty little girlfriend, an act he hopes might satiate his spite. he's positive nothing would devastate yuuji more.

luckily for you, life has a funny way of working.

you and yuuji are standing at an intersection in the city, the pink-haired man staring at his phone as he tries to piece together the directions to a new sushi restaurant you've been wanting to try.

when the pedestrian sign on the other side of the street blinks, you step out onto the pavement without checking for oncoming traffic.

"what the-" yuuji's confused voice fills your ears just as a rough hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you backward violently.

a car barrels through the spot you'd just been standing, the driver clearly not paying attention to the traffic signal. you look back just in time to see harsh black marks fading from your boyfriend's arm, though the rest of his body has seemingly remained unblemished.

it's an odd sensation for yuuji because he's never lost control to sukuna in such a manner. he doesn't dwell on it long though, as anger blossoms in his chest.

"do not touch her," he scolds the curse occupying his body.

a mouth appears on his cheek and scoffs. "sure. i'll just let her die next time."

"it's okay, yu," you interject before he can retaliate. "thanks, sukuna. i, uh, appreciate it."

he grumbles something incomprehensible, his mouth quickly disappearing. your boyfriend looks at you bemused, but you only shrug. the fact that yuuji had lost control to sukuna doesn't make you feel nervous or threatened. you're grateful that he kept you from being run over, albeit a bit surprised.

as you continue your walk to the the sushi restaurant, you find yourself not quite able to meet yuuji's eye because... well... you haven't exactly been forthright regarding your relationship with the king of curses.

the first night it happens, you're laying in bed eagerly finishing the final volume of a manga you've been reading. yuuji is fast asleep and has been for hours, though you're used to being the night owl in the relationship.

you keep wiping at your eyes, the cheerful ending tugging at your heartstrings and tying the story together in a beautiful way.

"can you stop with your incessant sniveling? this idiot's brain is so rarely quiet and you're ruining it."

you look over to see the eye beneath your boyfriend's is open, staring at you scornfully.

"can you fuck off?" your tone is obviously meant to mock him. "i'm finishing one of my favorite mangas and you're ruining it."

"need i remind you of your place, brat?" he sneers. "it's dreadfully wretched, crying because you don't like the ending to some stupid story."

"since you're so clearly invested, i'll have you know i'm crying because i do like it."

"..and here i thought you couldn't get any more pathetic."

your eye twitches in annoyance. "just because you're mad about being stuck in 'some idiot human's body' doesn't mean you have to go around projecting your feelings of inadequacy onto other people."

you move your hand to cover the mouth on your boyfriend's cheek before sukuna can respond, hissing out in pain just a moment later.

"oh my god, you actually bit me." you inspect the teethmarks on your palm in disbelief.

"just wait until i win control of this body— the punishment you deserve for such insolence. you'd better hope you're miles away, but even then—"

"holy shit, enough already. i'll go to sleep. enjoy your peace and quiet," you growl angrily, flipping off the lamp and turning away from him. for some reason, you still find yourself mumbling, "good night."

sukuna's eye widens before promptly closing, the silence hanging in the air heavily. it's the longest conversation he's had in years and the first casual pleasantry he's heard in a millenia. he tries to feel satisfied that he got what he wanted in the end, before returning to his quiet solitude.

over the next few months, your late nights are graced somewhat frequently by the king of curses. he mainly complains— the friends you hung out with earlier were annoying, the tv's too loud, it took yuuji twenty minutes to exorcise a curse that sukuna could have dealt with in seconds.

it doesn't bother you nearly as much anymore and he's no longer able to get under your skin like he did that first night. it seems as if he's losing his touch, or perhaps he just isn't trying as hard.

it's around one in the morning, a book resting in your lap while your boyfriend snores softly beside you. sukuna's eye pops open, peering over at the text. "you're reading homer?"

your body jerks, startled by his sudden question, but you recover soon thereafter. "yeah, were you two friends or something?"

"no, you fool," he derides. "he lived far before my time."

though you don't comment on it, you find it amusing that your sarcasm had gone over his head. "oh, you're right. how silly of me to think you had friends."

"such profound witticism. i can hardly contain myself."

you sneak a glance over to find he's narrowed his eye at you and you actually giggle. "sorry."

it doesn't dawn on you how bizarre the interaction is, but sukuna abruptly realizes that something feels different. not once before tonight had he made you laugh.

he pushes the thought from his mind. "i did, however, indulge in his works during the heian period."

"really?" you perk up. it's not often you give him your full attention. "what'd you think?"

"i suppose i liked him well enough. one of my favorite lines comes from the poem you're reading."

you motion your hand for him to continue. "well don't be shy. i'm sitting here with bated breath."

he rolls his eye, but speaks nonetheless.

"men are so quick to blame the gods— they say that we devise their misery..." you realize for the first time how gruff his voice is, the deep reverberations sending a shudder down your spine. "but they themselves, in their depravity, design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns."

his eye flickers between each of yours before you look back to your book, fiddling with the corner of the page. you're suddenly feeling rather shy. "does that mean you think humans are even crueler than you?"

he muses over your question briefly.

"if i recounted how men would flee the villages i burned, leaving their families behind in a selfish attempt to save themselves.. who would you find more revolting?

you swallow nervously. "i.. i don't know."

"what if i told you of the men who would eagerly offer their wives and daughters to me, hoping i'd spare them.. who would you deem more wicked?"

you're so busy avoiding his gaze that you don't see the way he carefully regards you. a question you're unsure you want the answer to tumbles from your lips before you can stop it. "did you accept? the.. the husbands' offers—"

"no," he responds. "i have little interest in unwilling partners."

"oh. well that's, um, good."

he hums in response, leaving you to process everything he's told you.

"you should stop," you blurt out eventually.

"stop what?"

"being nice to me." you wouldn't normally consider discussing literature then reminiscing about the egregious stories of his past life particularly kind, but then again, it is sukuna you're speaking with. "it's weird."

he rolls his eye again. "you're hardly in any position to be giving me orders, you insufferable brat."

"see? that's much better."

"why are you crying?" his tone is even, conveying neither annoyance or concern. truthfully, he has no idea what compelled him to ask in the first place.

you don't answer, hoping he'll leave you alone. you really don't have it in you tonight, even if sukuna's been much more tolerable recently. it's been weeks since you finished reading homer's epic poem.

the moon is already setting and it's just a few days before your date at the sushi restaurant.

when you sniffle again, he calls your name. you don't register that he doesn't say brat or idiot. it's the first time he's used your actual name.

"w-what do you want?"

"i seem to recall asking you a question."

you're laying on your side, facing away from yuuji and by extension, sukuna.

"i'm not crying," you declare.

sukuna briefly wonders why he's stuck dealing with you while yuuji sleeps, but his inward 'annoyance' is half hearted. "you're an awful liar."

you exhale and turn to look at him. the only light in the room is coming from the tv, but it's enough that he can see you clearly. "sometimes.. i can't help but worry about the execution."

yuuji has told you countless times that gojo has a plan, that he won't let anything happen, but you know what the higher ups are capable of.

and while it's down right shameful, you know that much, it's not only your boyfriend you worry about these days. sukuna's become so commonplace in your life, you almost look forward to talking with him at night.

"the thought of losing yuuji... of losing.. you.. it scares me," you murmur.

your words stir up feelings he's never once experienced and it's confusing to him. "i'd have figured you'd at least be pleased to be rid of me."

"well, i-i kind of thought we were friends now," you share without thinking.

"don't flatter yourself."

he regrets the words as soon as they come out of his mouth and the guilt he feels as he watches your face fall is unbecoming of a being so powerful. you apologize meekly, shifting (too late) to hide your hurt.

he can't remember a moment in which he's hated being trapped in his vessel's god forsaken body more. he wants to reach out to you, even if the idea feels entirely foreign to him.

but he can't, so he just sighs. "if you think i'm going to let a few feebleminded sorcerers execute me and the brat, you're even more foolish than i thought."

you peer at him, the smallest smile gracing your lips when you realize that's probably as close to an apology as sukuna would ever get.

"promise?"

for fuck's sake. he feels utterly pathetic. completely deplorable. laughable, even—

"yes," he states impassively. "now go to sleep."

"okay." your smile is just a little wider as your fingertips brush the spot below his eye and above his mouth. you wonder if he can even feel it. "good night, sukuna."

"...night, brat."

less than a week after sukuna saves your life at the intersection, yuuji kisses you goodbye as he heads out to a mission. he assures you he'll be early tonight, as he only has to exorcise a semi-grade one cursed spirit in roppongi.

though things don't go quite as planned because in addition to the semi-grade, he finds himself standing before two special grades. he manages to defeat one of the special grades, but the other two leave him badly hurt, his breathing labored.

he has to beg sukuna to switch out with him. the king of curses hasn't forgotten his promise to you and he's no fool— it's clear this is an ambush by the higher ups— but he'll be damned if he wasn't going to have a little fun with the brat first.

he makes quick work of the curses, each of them going rigid with fear as soon as he appears, and it soon becomes apparent that yuuji is too weakened to take back control of his body just yet.

at last, sukuna has his long yearned for freedom and a new world at his fingertips, but there's just one problem... all he wants to do is find you.

when the lock to your apartment clicks, your eyes shift to the door, an excited grin on your face. you can't hide your shock when it isn't your boyfriend that steps inside.

you don't say anything at first, simply following his frame across the room as he approaches you. he leans against the wall a few feet away from where you're sitting on the couch, folding his arms across his chest.

"seems your concerns about the execution weren't unwarranted."

"w-what?!" you exclaim, rising to your feet and taking a step toward him. "what happened?"

he relays the story to you, emphasizing how 'unimpressive' yuuji's power was and how 'terribly simple' it was for him to finish the job his vessel couldn't.

you narrow your eyes at him, only half joking when you ask, "what are you doing here, then? shouldn't you be off pillaging tokyo or something?"

he chuckles. "such a dark mind you have. it wounds me to hear you assume the worst of me."

you bite your lip to hide your smile. "just figured it'd save time."

he closes the space between you and though you can feel the heat radiating from his body, you don't shy away from him. instead, your eyes trail over the dark lines adorning his face and chest.

he reaches up and your breath catches in your throat when the back of his fingers ghost over your neck. his nails graze your skin and a sly smirk forms on his face. "aren't you frightened? it'd be all too easy to kill a little thing like you."

"but you won't."

he can't tell if your assuredness pisses him off, but it certainly makes his heart rate pick up. his hand now occupies the space where your neck meets your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. "what has you so convinced?"

"well you saved me, didn't you? and.. and you kept your promise."

he hums in response and your hand seems to act of its own accord when it reaches up to rest atop his. any lingering sense of amusement is gone in an instant, the air now fraught with tension.

"so why are you here, sukuna?" you murmur.

the king of curses has never known goodness. he's wrought untold destruction and misery, his name inspiring fear even after millenia. he's a legend— a god, even— yet here you are staring up at him and he swears the look in your eyes is almost tender.

"i don't know."

"and you had the nerve to call me an awful liar."

you know you're taking a risk when you lean up and press your lips to his. he freezes for a moment before his mouth begins to move against yours tentatively. his arm stays at his side, so you grab his hand, moving it to your waist.

it's as if that flips a switch in sukuna. he backs you up against the wall somewhat roughly and you can feel him smile against your lips when you let out a squeak of surprise.

he uses the opportunity to take your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it before moving to your neck with the intention of leaving a trail of marks across your delicate flesh.

you know you should care, but you just can't bring yourself to tell him to stop. you're too preoccupied with the feeling. he revels in the little gasps he's pulling from your throat, in the way you grab weakly at his biceps.

"you are divine, kitten," he growls. "been waiting so long to touch you."

just as he finishes speaking, he pulls back a few inches and his body stiffens.

"damn it. not now, you stupid brat—"

the words die in his throat as the black lines begin to fade and you're met with the perplexed face of your boyfriend. he breaths out your name, clearly worried. "what.. what happened?"

my very soul demands you

sukuna x reader summary: you introduce sukuna to cuddling and romance novels. meanwhile, he's still struggling to make sense of his feelings for you, despite wanting to commit murder because another man had the nerve to touch your arm (which earns him a lecture from yuuji). w/c: 2.5k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. angst to fluff. jealous!sukuna. aged up!yuuji. features yuuji x reader. cursing. banter. hopefully not too ooc for sukuna. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: this could maybe be read as a stand alone, but it'd flow much better with the context of the previous two parts. lots of denial and begrudging softness from sukuna here. definitely more fluff than anything tho. this series has been fun to write, so thanks for reading<3 i appreciate any reblogs or feedback! part one // part two // part three masterlist

when you crawl in between sukuna's legs and curl up against his chest, it's a foreign experience that makes his body stiffen.

he'd been with countless women during his lifetime, but while fucking is one thing, he never once found himself in a position that struck him as this... intimate.

"hold me," you whine as if you can sense his unfamiliarity with such matters.

he rolls his eyes, beginning to wonder if your habit of throwing orders at him is actually some sort of compulsive need. "didn't anyone ever teach you manners?"

despite his irritation, he acquiesces to your demand and once he envelops you in his arms, some of his rigidness dissipates.

you hum contentedly. "isn't that better?"

"it's tolerable," he asserts, his chest vibrating against your cheek.

"whatever you say." tangling your legs with his, you turn your attention back to the movie you've both been watching.

he doesn't understand this... tedious display of affection, nor does he particularly enjoy it... right?

and he only allows it because he can't rid his mind of the image of your tear stained face... right?

yeah, that has to be it. he figures he can endure this, given that he was the reason you were so upset earlier.

it goes without saying that he doesn't realize it when he begins to rub absentminded circles on your back.

and the way the warmth of your body forces his usually tense muscles to relax goes unacknowledged.

when the credits begin to roll, sukuna's wearing an expression of unimpressed disinterest. "that's seriously how it ends?"

you don't respond, so he looks down only to find that you're fast asleep.

"tch. you ask to watch a movie, force me to pick it, and then you don't even have the decency to stay awake." he's not sure why he's chiding you even though he knows you can't hear him, but he keeps his voice low enough that it won't disturb you.

sukuna's spent more time than he cares to admit watching your sleeping form, but this is the first time that it's actually him you're pressed against. it's the first time he can reach out and touch you.

your hair has fallen across your face, so he pushes it back behind your ear gently. the pads of his fingers brush against your cheekbone, a ghost of a caress, and his gaze lingers on your parted lips.

he lets out a deep breath, tearing his eyes away from you. "impertinent brat."

reaching for the remote, he flips off the tv and casts the room in darkness.

upon waking up in the morning, yuuji's confused once he notices that he's on the couch and you're sleeping against his chest.

he may have been half asleep when he arrived home, but he's still positive he went to bed. stretching his arms above his head, the movement jostles you from your slumber.

"mornin', baby."

"good morning, yu," you yawn in response, shifting to sit up.

"how'd i wind up on the couch?" he asks, though he's already got an inkling of the answer.

"oh," you blush. "sukuna kind of made an appearance last night."

"that so? how'd it go?"

you think there might be the shadow of a smirk playing on his lips. is he teasing you?

"good," you offer. "we watched a movie."

"watched a movie with the king of curses," he muses before his face breaks out in a lopsided grin. "you sure are somethin', baby."

returning his smile, you lean in and press your lips to his. "hm. says you."

it's not uncommon for you to meet yuuji for lunch if his mission is short and nearby, and today is one of those days, so he eagerly makes his way to the cafe you agreed on.

he's still a few hundred feet away when he spots you through the window, chatting with a man he recognizes as your childhood friend.

his gaze drops to where his hand is wrapped around your forearm as you both share a laugh together.

it doesn't really bother yuuji, he trusts you implicitly and jealousy is not an emotion that's really on his radar. the same can't be said for everyone, though.

sukuna watches on as well, though his thoughts are much darker than his vessel's. who does that wretch think he is, putting his hands on you? you're not his to touch.

"give me control," sukuna growls, his mouth appearing on yuuji's cheek.

"and why would i do that?"

"so i can rip his heart out and gift it to her since he seems so interested in offering his affections."

"duuuude," yuuji begins, somewhat amused. "i don't think she'd be super crazy about you murdering her friend."

"fine," sukuna bites back, well aware that yuuji has a point. "but he can live without his filthy hands, can't he? so perhaps i'll pull each arm from his torso—"

yuuji snorts. "you have some serious issues, man."

he can feel sukuna trying to take over and easily curbs the attempt, though that only fuels the king of curses' irritation. "my only issue lies in the fact you're allowing this to happen."

yuuji reaches the door, a bell chiming through the cafe as he pulls it open. "she's a big girl. she doesn't need either of us to dictate what can and can't happen to her."

once you see your boyfriend, your face lights up and you call out his name. you place a kiss on his cheek and snake an arm around his waist in greeting, and the space it puts between you and your friend is enough to keep sukuna from protesting further.

"you two have met, right?" you ask.

"yeah! hey, itadori! it's been a while."

"it has! good to see you, yamada."

"i'd love to stay and chat more, but i have to get going," he states, leaning in to give you a hug which you return. "we should all go out together soon!"

"absolutely not, you deplorable knave—" yuuji slaps a hand to his cheek before sukuna can continue and yamada gives him an odd look.

your eyes widen for a split second and you have to stop yourself from facepalming.

"what'd you say?" yamada asks, sounding a bit hesitant.

"i said absolutely, sounds like an enjoyable night!"

the men exchange a handshake before you and yuuji make your way to a table.

"sukuna, what the hell was that?" you hiss once yamada's out of earshot.

"i don't know what you mean," he responds smugly.

you meet yuuji's eye and he just shrugs his shoulders, but you swear the corners of his mouth twitch upward.

you can't imagine anything good coming from the two of them colluding with one another, but let it go anyway.

you sigh in defeat, opening up your menu. "if you say so."

"what do you mean you'd rather disembowel yourself?" you question the man sitting across from you.

it's becoming more commonplace to see those dark marks adorning yuuji's body during the nighttime hours. you sometimes wonder if he's letting it happen or if sukuna's just getting better at taking over, but you're too nervous to ask.

"do you need a dictionary? there's one over on the shelf—"

"no, asshole. i know what disembowel means! i just don't understand your refusal."

he raises his eyebrows at the obscenity, but doesn't comment on it. "i'm not reading some inane romance novel."

"but brontë's one of my favorite authors!"

"it makes no difference if it was penned by the gods. the thought alone is absurd. can we move on now?"

you don't respond. instead, you cross your arms and stare at the wall defiantly. your face is contorted into an expression that lets sukuna know you're clearly affronted.

"very mature, you silly little girl."

"sorry you find me and my interests so childish," you huff.

"oh, please. that's not what i said."

you continue giving him the cold shoulder, having no desire to argue further, but more than willing to die on this hill.

"fine, don't talk. it's no matter to me," he claims (despite it being the furthest thing from the truth).

as the minutes tick by, he keeps looking at you from the corner of his eye and exhaling dramatically.

eventually, he calls your name in an exasperated tone, and while it makes your heart flutter, you still don't spare him a glance. you just hold the book out for him and to your surprise, he rips it from your grasp.

"you're ridiculous," he grumbles, opening the cover to reveal the first page. "i hate you."

when he glances over to see you're beaming at him despite the insult, he adds (albeit half heartedly), "i mean it, brat."

the two of you sit in silence, each of you reading your respective books. a few chapters in, sukuna comes across the following conversation:

"do you know where the wicked go after death?" "they go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer. "and what is hell? can you tell me that?" "a pit full of fire." "and should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?" "no, sir." "what must you do to avoid it?" i deliberated a moment; my answer, when it did come, was objectionable: "i must keep in good health, and not die."

to your astonishment, you actually hear him chuckle, but when he looks over and finds your self satisfied smirk, any hint of humor disappears from his face in the blink of an eye. your hand quickly moves to your mouth to stifle a giggle.

"something you want to say?" he baits you.

"nope, nothing at all!"

two nights later, he's already nearing the end of the story and you refrain from commenting about how quickly he's made his way through.

you doubt he'd allow your current position if you had— you're laying on your side, your head resting comfortably in his lap, one hand laying on the space above his knee.

when you asked if it was okay, all he offered you was a clipped, "i suppose."

your hair is splayed across his thigh and your eyes fluttered shut a while ago. when he agreed to this, he didn't realize how distracting it'd be. his gaze flickers between you and the words on the page rather frequently.

he's decided what you call cuddling is absolutely suffocating. how anyone could actually enjoy it, he's sure he'll never comprehend. he can hardly concentrate on the book that right in front of him—

"read to me, 'kuna," you mumble, interrupting his thoughts. it surprises him that you're still awake.

he scoffs. "what do i look like? your personal audiobook?"

"you didn't even know those existed until like a week ago," you laugh. "c'mon, pleaaaaaase."

he stays quiet for a few moments, so you're under the impression he may just ignore your request. as such, you're exceptionally pleased when his voice fills the otherwise still apartment.

you think the sound of his voice comforting, an idea that would more than likely make him cringe, so you keep it to yourself. after all, you don't want him to stop.

at some point or another, he begins twirling a strand of your hair around his finger whenever he's not turning the page. it seems to take place without his noticing.

occasionally he'll pause to ask if you're even listening. it's an odd feeling that blossoms in his stomach when you assure, "mhmm. every word."

as he reaches the second to last chapter, he reads a line that makes you question whether your heart's stopped beating. you're not sure if it's because of the tone of his voice, the words he's imparting, or some mix thereof.

"no—no—jane; you must not go. no—i have touched you, heard you, felt the comfort of your presence—the sweetness of your consolation: i cannot give up these joys. i have little left in myself—I must have you. the world may laugh—may call me absurd, selfish—but it does not signify."

he stops reading, as if he too feels the sense of unease that's invaded the air. against your better judgement, you turn to look at him. his eyes are glued to the page, almost like they're avoiding you, and his jaw is tense.

"my very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.”

when his gaze finally lands on you, his expression is almost pained. it's a strange contrast to the warm fondness you spot in his eyes.

you quickly push that thought away, however. whatever you believe you may have seen, you're probably just deluding yourself. you know you aren't his least favorite person, but surely he'd never feel even half of that sentiment toward you—

your breath catches in your throat when his hand reaches up, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. he still marvels at the fact you don't shy away from his touch, that you're usually the one to seek out contact with him.

perhaps the story is not as asinine as he had expected it to be. rochester presumes jane will find him revolting, yet she still eventually agrees to be with him, even after his selfishness has been made plain to her. after the sins of his past have caught up to him.

no, no, no.

to be so desperate for some woman's approval, or her devotion for that matter, is despicable. rochester's nothing less than foolish and sukuna isn't anything like him.

but you're certainly like jane, aren't you? fearless, passionate, and determined: all things he can't help but find endearing...

gods, what is this turmoil? it's making him feel pathetic and there isn't an emotion in the world he hates more—

you distract him from his internal monologue when your fingers wrap around his wrist and bring his knuckles to your lips. "you okay?"

"of course," he mutters, pulling his hand away. "just trying to get past all the mawkishness."

"really? you think it's that bad?" you question, the frown on your lips igniting that ache in his chest that appears whenever you're upset.

"it's not terrible," he sighs, realizing there may indeed be one thing he despises even more than feeling pathetic. "although i don't understand how jane is so taken with rochester."

you seem to ponder this for a moment before shrugging. "love is weird."

"what a clever observation."

you slap his chest playfully. "oh, whatever. just keep going, you're almost finished!"

and you're right. he does indeed reach the end of jane eyre that night, but not before you fall asleep on his lap. he closes the book, running a finger down the creased spine and setting it down carefully. it's obvious you've read it several times.

admittedly, he can see why, but he'd be caught dead before he'd ever tell you as much.

left alone with his thoughts, he considers the impossibility of jane and rochester: a charming, headstrong woman and a cruel, arrogant man.

leaning forward, he whispers your name to make certain you're asleep, then places a lingering kiss to your forehead.

"..sweet dreams."