Men Are So Quick To Blame The Gods Series Masterlist

men are so quick to blame the gods — series masterlist

i. men are so quick to blame the gods 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. 2.7k

ii. there can be no covenants between men and lions sukuna would rather contemplate your murder than come to terms with his feelings for you, but you call him out on his bullshit. 3k

iii. my very soul demands you you introduce sukuna to cuddling and romance novels. meanwhile, he's still struggling to make sense of his feelings for you, despite wanting to murder another man because he had the nerve to touch your arm (this earns him a lecture from yuuji). 2.5k

iv. i have found for the first time what i can truly love — i have found you (coming soon) you and sukuna go out for a late night meal and play cards. gojo finds out about your... relationship. sukuna is forced to take care of you when you come home drunk.

thank you to everyone who has taken the time to read this series<3

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE.

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also this is literally Higuruma in this.

please vampire gojo please one chance plsssplslsppsl on e chance

last kiss + nanami

nanami has always been an early riser. usually he’s out of bed by seven, lacing up running shoes to head out for a jog and start his day with a rush of endorphins.

but some days nanami likes to wake slowly (and get his endorphins elsewhere).

he’s been awake for a while now, just floating in the blissful quiet of the apartment. he knows there’s a laundry list of tasks awaiting him outside the bedroom door, but today he just…doesn’t feel like tackling them quite yet. 

you stir into semi-wakefulness as nanami places a featherlight kiss to your brow bone.

“good morning,” he murmurs when your sleepy gaze finds his, fingertips skimming across your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“morning,” you sigh. “what’s on the schedule for today?”

“gojo needs some help at the school,” he tells you, beginning to sit up. “i’m going to the store to pick up candy afterwards. and a toothbrush for yuuji—”

“gojo can handle things on his own,” you huff as if he’s personally offended you, hauling yourself up and settling yourself atop nanami’s lap. “i already bought the toothbrush, and we have more than enough candy for tonight. stay in with me. please?”

it’s a tempting, tempting offer. he’d give anything to spend the day in bed with you, tangled in each other's limbs and twisted in bedsheets. 

he’s nearly a lost cause when you lean into his space, pressing your lips to his. it’s dizzying to be wanted by you. addicting, even.

his hands drop to your waist to pull your flush against him, then slide up the hem of the shirt you’d stolen to glide up the warm expanse of your back. you pull back just long enough to breathe, hands braced on his shoulders. 

he studies you for a moment. his darling. his beloved. 

“i love you,” he says. he’s said it to you over a dozen times by now, but finds himself meaning it more and more with each instance.

you whisper it back as he places another slow kiss to the hollow of your throat, fingers tangling in his hair. his lips trail up your neck to your jaw, by your ear, your cheek, and finally your lips once more.

“i thought you had to meet gojo—”

nanami shifts, hands gripping the bottom of your thighs to pull your hips closer to his. 

“you started it.”

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nanami’s already changed by the time you manage to get across the room on your shaky legs, arms wrapping around his torso and chest pressed against his back. 

you take a moment to admire both of you in the mirror. since you both were young, he’s carried this self-imposed weight across his shoulders that you’d struggled with relieving him off. 

now, he looks more content and relaxed than you’ve seen him in a long time. your heart swells with affection and pride. 

“you can’t just leave me unsatisfied—”

“i satisfied you four times, you insatiable minx,” he chuckles, grabbing your hands to place a kiss to the back of it before slipping out of your grasp. “i’m already late.”

“kento,” you pout as you sit up, realizing there’s no distracting him a second time. “promise you’ll hurry back? i have a surprise for you.”

“a surprise? well, consider me motivated.”

you crack a grin at that, reaching out and tugging him forward by the tie. nanami gently cups the back of your head, tilting your head up slightly to kiss you. it’s slow and deep, a million words condensed into a single moment. 

“bye, love,” you murmur when he pulls away. “see you soon.”

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