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His new wife; toji fushiguro [01]

Genre: angst.

a/n: idk shld i post a part two?

update: part two is here

I imagined if toji did remarry, he wouldn't hold his new wife just like he did for mamaguro. His new wife would be an empty vase he chose to fill the vacant spot in his house; or maybe, he chose her because megumi was tired of explaining to his friends that he didn't have a mom.

I imagined the dining table is as awkward as it could be, with his new wife trying her best to fit in the family but the two males just don't feel the same for her. Perhaps they secretly thought to themselves that she’s trying hard for nothing. Because she's just for a show.

I imagined if Toji did consumate to his marriage, his sex life with his new bride is boring or non-existent. He didn't marry her for love and he didn't marry his side hoes. She's like a professional ally he keeps for commercial. She can't complain because she knows that the second she opens her mouth, he's willing to put his sign on the divorce paper.

I imagined that she has to mourn along with Toji and Megumi on mamaguro's death. She can't watch TV the whole day because the house needs to be as quiet as possible to pay respect. She even needs to sneak her way to the bedroom and watches her kdrama with earphones.

I imagined that there's a day where Toji's new bride will notice that he never initiates any skinship and when she confronts him, turns out he just doesn't want to have any kids with her. Because to him, mamaguro is the only mother for his kids.

I imagined Toji brings Megumi out for a picnic date but leaves his new wife at the house when she's still busy packing the lunch boxes. And when he does return to the home back, he only comes for the food and goes back to Megumi without bringing her along.

I imagined she has to explain to her friends that Toji is a Zenin, not a Fushiguro by birth because he used his wife's surname and her friends will question her on why he doesn't use hers since she's his wife too. But she doesn't answer because she doesn't dare to humiliate herself.

I imagined she comes to pick Megumi from school and his friends will ask her why she doesn't look like how Megumi drew on his weekly poster and she has to control herself before she bursts out crying in front of toddlers.

I imagined the Fushiguro house doesn't feel as warm as she first stepped in because she finally gives up. She doesn't bother to butter up a convo, she doesn't laugh off when Megumi tells her to leave him alone because she doesn't seek him anymore.

I imagined Toji comes home late, expecting the familiar figure who waits for him every day but the whole living room is dark and she is long asleep on her side of bed. Toji probably thinks that she's tired and moves along but he doesn't notice that he's making up excuses for her because the thought of her doing it intentionally is impossible.

I imagined the ride home when Toji picks up Megumi at his grandparents from the Fushiguro family is silent. His wife will play with her phone, scrolling through her social medias and she doesn't ask Megumi on how he spent his weekend anymore. She has stopped joking about how Megumi hates her parents too. She doesn't mention anything about bringing Megumi to her home.

I imagined Megumi walks to his class, but always looking back to the gate. Megumi thinks that his step-mother will put up a little fight to hold his hand and walks him to his class. But she only rolls down the window and nods. She doesn't do the silly 'kissy kissy' too. She doesn't even greet him 'good morning' today.

I imagined the cute face of Megumi's disappointed face when he unzips the lunch bag. He shakes the bag but there's nothing. Megumi thinks that she accidentally forgot to pack his food but when he calls her by the public phone, she explains that she doesn't do it anymore because Toji wants to teach him how to buy food at the canteen. But Toji doesn't say that.

I imagined Toji's new wife looks at the bouquet he brings home and wonders if he ever sees her as her own person but a shell he fills with his fantasy because that day isn't their anniversary and she doesn't like lilies. She hates flowers in truth.

I imagined Megumi will have a huge birthday party and both families will come visit, including the Fushiguros. While the Zenin members converse with mamaguro's parents with ease, Toji's parents-in-law are asked to sit in the kitchen, watching their step-grandson from far and wonder if there will be a time where they are able to spoil a 'grandchild' too.

I imagined Toji's wife watches how everyone alienate her parents and they are unwelcomed no matter what the event is. She will swallow her words, chokes on her tears before she calls a cab for her parents. Toji doesn't even notice that his father-in-law has been eyeing an opportunity to talk to him, wanting to ask about his daughter. But Toji's gentle words aren't aimed to him, but an older man of his past.

I imagined when the party's over, no one helps Megumi's new mother to handle the messy house. She is expected to clean the big house and she hasn't even eat the cake. No, they don't spare her a slice too. So when she picks up the paper plates with the left-over bits, she eats the sweet icing and realises, she isn't his wife nor a mother to his child.

I imagined the home she tried so hard to please becomes the place she hates, Toji can no longer see her sweet smile nor her flushed face. His little pretty wife has stopped trying and there's no warm diner by the time he got home. The lengthy texts he recieved everyday have reduced to none, she doesn't contact him anymore.

I imagined the whole family sit down for diner together in the dining table and only the clicking of chopsticks against the bowls echo. His wife doesn't talk about her stupid childhood comfort foods, she doesn't put dishes into his or his son's bowls either. She chews her food slowly, eyes cast on her food without muttering a word. The whole diner is silent.

the fushigojos are like heaven on earth literal sweet tooth rotting fluff but like imagine the angst and (almost) crashing and burning 😔 where theres a huge argument/fight that tears gojo and his lover apart,,, and the kids just have no idea what to do or how to resolve the situation ☹☹☹

oh boy subtle fushigojo angst incoming

the air in the apartment is icy.

you’re in the kitchen, quietly getting the kid’s lunches ready while gojo pretends he’s still asleep on the couch.

at the dining table between you two, megumi pushes leftover cereal around in his bowl, and tsumiki picks at the crust of her toast.

megumi thinks the lack of unreasonably upbeat morning energy is unsettling. there’s none of the usual banter between you and gojo. no humming as you put on a pot of coffee for the two of you to share or giggles as he wraps his arms around you in an eye-roll worthy display of affection.

he never thought he'd prefer it to...whatever this was.

judging from the way tsumiki keeps glancing between you both, she thought the same. they'd both heard the way you'd argued last night, heard your hushed but harsh voices in the living room.

"he was our friend. i couldn't just..."

"...still shouldn’t have left the body there, satoru! what happens if...and the kids..."

neither of them knew who exactly you were talking about, but it must have been someone important for the tense atmosphere to have carried into the morning.

by the time gojo drags himself off the couch, rubbing pitifully at the back of his neck as he slowly approaches the kitchen, you're ignoring him, washing your hands at the sink. then you pour yourself a mug of coffee and brush past him without a word, retreating out onto the balcony. no sickly sweet good morning kiss or whiny clinging.

he just sighs, pouring himself some coffee and immediately sipping at it without adding an absurd amount of cream or sugar.

so something is wrong wrong. gojo drinking black coffee in the morning is the equivalent of watching aunt shoko end a long night with a mug of warm milk.

"still pissed at me, huh?" he asks them, leaning on the counter and nodding his head towards the balcony door.

"obviously," megumi answers, glaring at tsumiki when she kicks him under the table.

gojo just rubs a hand over his face, groaning. "yeah, well, i did something kind of stupid."

"obviously."

tsumiki kicks him again, and this time it's accompanied by a glare of her own. "don't worry, gojo-san, you just need to apologize."

"it's not really something i can apologize for," he sighs, and for the first time, megumi sees how run-down his guardian looks.

"do it anyway." he says it bluntly, rising from the table to bring his and tsumiki's dishes to the sink. "it'd help, at least."

"yeah, i know." gojo slings an arm around him as he turns on the tap and rolls up his sleeves. "thanks, megumi. i knew you'd be on--"

"not on your side," the teen bristles, scowling when gojo ruffles his hair. his next words come out in a mumble, barely audible over the running water. "i just...i don't like it when you guys fight."

gojo's quiet for a moment, arm tightening around megumi's shoulders ever so slightly. "yeah, i know. i don't either. now c'mon, grab your blazers, guys. you don't wanna be late for school."

everyone's pulling on their shoes by the time you come back inside, handing them their lunches and pressing a kiss to each of their foreheads (a habit that'd taken root when they were young, tsumiki shyly asking for one after seeing you plant a kiss on gojo's cheek before he would head out).

even though you're mad at him, even though you grab gojo's jaw a little harsher than you usually would, you still plant a quick kiss on his lips and murmur a quiet, i love you, that gojo doesn't hesitate to reciprocate.

megumi and tsumiki exchange small smiles, because they know everything's going to be okay.

i think it would be really funny if maki and megumi started pulling all of their friends into the zenin clan as adopted family members just. whenever it makes something convenient. they pass being head of the zenin clan around so none of the higher ups can hurt them. you want itadori executed? well he's head of the zenin clan now. you want maki to face punishment for her crimes? actually she's head of the zenin clan so she can do what she likes to her clan. you want yuuta dead for finding a loophole in a binding vow? you're going to kill the head of the zenin clan? think about how that would look. gojo's out of the prison realm and now you want him executed too? did you know. did you know he's actually head of the zenin clan--

[My Lord- Sukuna x F!Reader]

Summary: Sukuna needs a wife to give him heirs and every women presented to him so far doesn't fit his criteria but then you appear, unlike most people who offered him gold, jewels, and well...women, you did the unthinkable and offered the King of Curses a bowl of berries.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, toxic!sukuna, virgin!Y/N, public sex, humiliation, dumbification, degradation, slight dacryphilia, squirting, fingering, pet names, F/M, vaginal intercourse, sukuna is lwky misogynistic, and when I mean Sukuna I mean og Sukuna- four arms, four eyes, four mouths kinda deal.

Fandom: Jujustu Kaisen/JJK

Sukuna rested on his throne with a bored expression.

Looking for a wife was rather difficult. Most women were given to him as offerings to protect the village from which they came from. Every women he ended up refusing and just slaughtering the village anyway and eating the residents. Sukuna wasn't really looking for a wife to love and nurture he was looking for a wife that could please him and bear his children. Nothing out the ordinary for those times but still cruel none the less.

Human women were fun to eat and play around with but to actually give one the title of his wife- that disgusted him.

So here he was alone. As usual but he was used to it by now. Sukuna had been craving something for the past few days, he didn't know whether it was human meat or sex. He sometimes got the two mixed up. Either way he needed some offerings and no one was offering him anything for the sole reason that he had already slaughtered all of the villages near him.

"Fuck," Sukuna raised two of his arms in front him and stretched. Then there was the loud echo of his chamber doors opening. "Hmm?" Sukuna raised the brow as you walked inside of his throne room with a simple bowl of red berries, grapes, etc. in hand. It was odd. Could you not see the human skulls and skeletons lying about? You weren't blind were you?

"Speak."

You knelt down in front of his throne and you pushed it forward. "My Lord," You gulped and kept your eyes on the floor. "An offering, I offer the most fresh berries grown in my family's orchard if you spare us." You said and Sukuna sat up a bit more a grin of amusement growing on his face. "Who is this us?" This had to be joke or were you really that stupid? Berries. You really thought the king of curses would be satisfied with berries. "Just my family, my Lord. You have slaughtered all the villages in the area and the next closest thing is my family's estate. I came here on my own accord- as a precaution...my Lord." You added another just to be sure.

Sukuna could tell you were afraid, you were trembling for heavens sake. "A precaution," Sukuna chuckled and leaned forward.

"Stand, woman."

You stood up quickly. Your eyes glued to the floor and you tried your best to keep your composure as Sukuna burst out into laughter. "O-Oh my! I've never met such a human," He caught his breath and leaned back in his throne. "Look at me when I'm talking to you." He ordered and you stared at up at him.

"Have you ever had sex?" He asked flat out and your face grew warm, "No...no my Lord." Sukuna eyes widened slightly. "Really? Has anyone ever asked you to be their wife?" You shook your head and he looked you up and down. "It's rather shocking to me since you gave such a great body for bearing children." He murmured and you gulped, "I've heard that plenty times before...I've been asked to be a mistress though and less of a wife."

"Come," Sukuna patted his knee and you stood up straighter than before. "Come sit."

You looked around and he chuckled. "It's just us," Sukuna gaze grew dark the more he stared at you. "Don't make me repeat myself." He hummed and you made your way onto his knee, gasping at the feeling of one of his hands squeezing your waist. "Now tell me," Sukuna watched as you pressed your thighs together. Had a man never touched you in such a manner at all before? "You wish for me to spare your family and you offer me- the king of curses- the man that slaughters and eats those below him, berries?" Sukuna recalled and you pressed your lips together, "Yes my Lord," You adjusted your spot on his knee and looked up at him. "I've heard you love your wine- those berries make the finest wine in the lands." You blurted out and Sukuna licked his lips. "You have a smart mouth woman."

You couldn't help but smile a bit. "I apologize, my Lord."

Sukuna looked down at the bowl of berries then back at you. You did have a nice body not just for bearing children but in general. A pretty face too. But you had no experience in sex- he didn't have the time to wait for you to figure it out. He needed heirs now. Also you were a human. Sukuna hadn't a clue of what children with a human would end up like. Also he would have to take you as his wife- a lowly human as his wife.

"I will consider your offer," You whimpered as one of Sukuna's fingers slid under your dress and began to stroke your clothed cunt. "Under the conditions that you give me a child. If you get pregnant quick then we'll marry and you will be mine- your purpose only to please me and to bear my children," You fell back against Sukuna's chest and covered your mouth as your panties grew damp. "If you refuse I'll slaughter you and your family without a second thought."

That was fair wasn't it?

"Oh yes what is your name?" Sukuna questioned.

"My name is Y/N."

Sukuna nodded and repeated your name under his breath, trying to figure out if he would call you that or stick with woman.

"M-My Lord," You uncovered your mouth as Sukuna tore off your dress. Your bare breasts were exposed to the cold, dead air of his chambers. He threw the fabric to the floor and slowly slid down your now soaked panties. "I'll do it," You shivered at the feeling of the pads of Sukuna's fingers brush against your dripping cunt. "My Lord I-I've never felt like this before..." You whispered and Sukuna leaned into your ear.

"Just watch."

He stroked your cunt gently, gathering your slick around his fingers before slipping one in between your folds. "H-Hahh! I-I..." You squirmed in his grasp as another finger slide inside of you.

Sukuna stroked your walls grinning at the sight of more of your slick gush out, dirtying his robe. "It feels weird!" You cried out as Sukuna pushed another finger inside. The feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you made your head spin, wasn't the sex supposed to be after marriage?

"Look at yourself," He watched as you looked down at your pussy coating his fingers with it's slick.

It hurt. It hurt so bad but felt so good.

Was this pleasure?

"M-More! Oh please- please it feels good!" You mumbled and Sukuna brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing harsh circles around the throbbing bud. You eyes went wide and a high pitch squeal left your lip, your toes curling at the feeling. "My stomach- o-oh it feels tingly- m-mmgh! S'good! S'good My Lord!" You moaned and Sukuna brought up one of his hands and began to fondle with your breasts, pinching and squeezing your nipples. "Look at you, such a whore for my fingers. I thought you were a virgin?" He snickered and you stared at your cunt that was easily taking in his fingers with shame.

Was this really you? Babbling for a murderer's mere fingers.

"I don't like it- I don't like the way my stomach feels-" You whimpered and Sukuna brought a hand from your breasts and placed it on your stomach. "It feels like something wants to come out doesn't it?" He hummed while stroking your belly and you nodded with tears brimming your eyes.

"That's good- you gotta let it come out or you won't feel good." Sukuna explained as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of you. You whined and moaned loudly as squirted just a bit on Sukuna's fingers. "Oh," Sukuna laughed and began to fondle with your breasts again. "The little virgin girl is going to squirt only after her first time getting fingered? Go on squirt for me, you whore." He spat.

Tears rolled down your hot cheeks as your legs began to shake. You let out a whine as your juices squirted all out onto the floor and Sukuna's thighs.

You slumped back against Sukuna's chest and caught your breath. "You're a mess," Sukuna slid his fingers out of you and noticed blood coating the tips of his fingers. "Well would ya look at that. Did I pop the virgin's cherry before I even put my cock in?" He teased and you could only whimper in response due the slight soreness from it.

Sukuna used two of his arms to hook your legs up and another one to bring his cock out from his robe. It was rock hard and the bright red tip leaking pre-cum. It really had been a while since he had sex. "That was only to prep you," Sukuna rubbed his cock in between your folds and you cried out at feeling of the bare tip rub your abused clit. "I do need to get you pregnant after all." He grunted as he guided his cock inside you, only for your to sob and squirm with only the tip inside.

"Shhh shhh my pretty little virgin," Sukuna nibbled at your neck and glanced at your tear covered cheeks. Your eyes were red and puffy and your nose was red as well, the sight of you crying because of his cock- crying because of him, made him all the more turned on. "I gotta put in," You shook your head and arched your back as he lowered you further on his cock.

"I-I can't do it! My Lord s'too big- I'm g-gonna die!" You continued to cry your eyes out and Sukuna already knew your throat would be horse from all of the crying. "You're going to die? Fucking dramatic," Sukuna chuckled.

"Just relax," He rubbed long circles around your clit unlike before and soft mewls left your lips. "Yeah just like that," You sunk further down on his cock, he was stretching you to the brim. You had never felt so full. Your walls squeezed him tight, every vein, the slight curve in his cock, you could feel it all and you didn't know how to react.

"Let me in."

A bulge poked out from your stomach as Sukuna nestled in your velvety walls and brought your knees to your chest. "I want to see you crying- cry for me Y/N." You bit down on your bottom lip as Sukuna slammed you up and down on his cock at much to quick a pace for a virgin. To the point where you could barely think straight, "O-Oh my Lord's big! S'big!"

He had done it.

He fucked you stupid.

"Uh huh what else, ya whore? What else do ya have to say?" Sukuna groaned and you threw your head back against his shoulder and babbled on his cock. "I-It hurts! Mmmm but it's so good!" Your voice cracked in between each cry. "Yeah? Fuck- you're so fucking tight it's killing me." Sukuna grunted. "M'So full- so deep!" You sniffled.

The sound of Sukuna's chamber doors opening echoed through the large throne room once again along with your moans, his grunts, and wet slaps.

"My Lord Sukuna," Your face grew warm and you shook your head as a group of villagers walked over towards the two of you with offerings. "I offer-" A man paused at the sight of Sukuna fucking you with every last ounce of his being. Sweat rolled down Sukuna's forehead causing his pink hair to stick to it. His brows were furrowed together, he looked so concentrated that it was insane.

"What else could you- mmm fuck- offer me?" Sukuna growled and your legs trembled as his fingers pinched your clit. "I have my woman who'll bless me with an heir- I don't need your goddamn offerings," He sunk his teeth into your neck and you finally, through teary eyes, made eye contact with the group standing before you and Sukuna.

Shame and embarrassment filled you even in your fucked out state. "N-No! They're watching! My Lord t-they're watching!" You sobbed and Sukuna's teeth left your flesh only to be replaced with his lips. "I know, I'm not gonna let them touch you, you're mine- don't fucking worry, you're only mine Y/N." He comforted you while continuing to bounce on you his cock like there was no tomorrow, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

"A-Ahh! Don't look- oh my goddd- p-please!" You whined as Sukuna gripped your chin, forcing you to look at the group of men and women before you. "Why're you embarrassed? They can't do anything to you," He kissed your neck and left dark hickey's everywhere. "These are my breasts, these are my thighs, this is my ass," Sukuna grunted and quickened his pace, it was inhumane. "This is my pussy, your mine Y/N- every part of you belongs to fucking me so it doesn't matter what the fuck they see because as long as you're with me you're above them." Sukuna groaned and your eyes rolled back in your head as the tip of his cock brushed against your cervix. "M'gonna come! My stomach it-" You whimpered loudly and Sukuna buried his face in your neck, except for his eyes. He was giving the group of death glare.

"Get the fuck out I'm the only one who gets to see my woman come."

The group rushed out of the chambers, dropping their offerings onto the floor. Sukuna rolled his eyes. He was definitely going to kill them and their villages later.

"Come on, go cum on my cock ya whore," Sukuna thrusted up into you and your legs trembled. Sweat rolled down the curve of your breasts and your slick covered his cock. "Be a good little virgin girl and come." He grunted while drool rolled down your chin as the knot that had been built up in your stomach unraveled.

"Sukuna!"

You screamed his name as you gushed around his cock, squeezing it tight. The little virgin- the little virgin human girl had the audacity to say his name? You said his name? Yeah he was going to fuck you until dawn just for that. "Fuck," He lifted his face from your neck and gave you a sloppy kiss as he tried to reach his high. "I'm gonna fill ya up," You moaned into the kiss. "You're gonna take my seed and give me an heir, right?" Sukuna mumbled and you nodded. "Y-Yes! As many as you want!" You could feel Sukuna's cock twitch and swell inside of you.

"Yeah, fuck, that's a good little virgin."

Sukuna forced himself all the way inside, the only thing that could be seen was the bulge his cock had created in your stomach and his tight balls. He groaned and shot loads of his release into your womb.

You whimpered at the feeling and after a minute of just staying like that and catching your breath Sukuna pulled out. His come dribbled out of your stretched pussy and he gathered it, pushing it back inside your fucked out hole. "You're my woman, understand?" You nodded tiredly and Sukuna traced his thumb over your belly again. It slightly bloated due to how much he had come inside of you. "What's your job as my woman?" He asked you licked your lips. "I-It's," Yep, your voice was horse. "It's to please you and give you and heir." You murmured and Sukuna nodded. "You're a smart little virgin girl." He chuckled and you pouted. "M'Not...M'Not a virgin anymore." You reminded him and Sukuna snickered.

"Yeah that's right, I took your virginity," Sukuna flipped you around so that you both were now facing each other. "But until you learn how to please me to the fullest you're still a virgin my eyes," Your eyes widened at the feeling of Sukuna's hardened cock rub in between your ass. "You do know that pregnancy isn't guaranteed after just one time? I'm tryna see my woman give me heir so we're going to be here for a while." Sukuna grinned and you watched as he slid his robe off and his large stomach mouth came into view.

You gulped as Sukuna leaned towards you, your breasts pressed firmly against his chest. "I wanna try something and we have all day pretty girl." You traced your hands over his muscles. "Whatever you want Sukuna-" He placed a finger over your lips, "Ah Ah Ah we aren't married so it's still my Lord to you." He brought his finger from your lips and you stared up at him with hodded eyes.

"Of course,"

You wrapped your arms around Sukuna's neck and he straddled your hips.

"My Lord."

-[This is one those things you write and never plan on posting until you remember that there will always be someone out there who likes it, this mf has been sitting in my drafts for a good minute]-

Toxic — O.Y

|| suffocating for others but so so addictive for you and him.

|| inspired by this ask here!

The content below will contain themes that may upset some reader, read the warnings carefully and by scrolling further, you have given your consent to read these content.

Warnings: yandere, violence, blood, possessive behavior, you and Yuuta lost your minds but it's alright, wait this is really problematic please be sure if you want to read it or not

Notes: First time writing a couple of yanderes, not sure if it's done right but I hope you guys enjoy a problematic relationship ❤️ (this is a joke in no way should you continue a relationship like this in real life)

Pairing: Yandere!Okkotsu Yuuta x Yandere!First-year!F!reader

Humming a light-hearted tune, your hold on the fistful of hair wasn't about to loosen anytime soon despite the heavy weight, but you could handle it, you've dealt with worse creatures—curses, for an example—so this should be nothing.

"Yuuta!" Swinging the wooden door open, you beamed at the person inside, already know who it was before you could even take a look inside of the dark room.

But then your eyes dropped to the stranger on the floor, bloodied and beaten up, definitely half dead.

No, this wasn't a stranger. With a little more concentration, you could somewhat recognize how they looked like before having a black eye, broken nose and swollen lips, maybe without so much blood spilled. He was your senior back in middle school, before you became a sorcerer.

"I saw him talking to you yesterday, I didn't like him."

Yuuta turned to face you, his fluffy white uniform jacket were tittered with some blood but not enough to make everything look dirty, a sprinkle of fresh color.

"You were following me around again...?" A frown formed on your lips and he quickly came close, worry evident in those eyes. "I thought you were on a mission that day?"

His clean hand—free of another's blood—caressed your cheek, thumb swiping affectionately at your soft skin. "You know I'd abandon anything for you."

Yuuta anxiously bit the inside of his cheek, did he upset you?

Before he could overthink even more, his eyes caught the unsightly— thing, you were holding on to, and he rose a brow at that.

"And you weren't following me around as well?" Yuuta couldn't help the grin stretching on his features, watching you look down sheepishly—so adorable—at getting caught red-handed.

Weak, barely audible moans of pain fell on deaf ears, limp arms tried gauging but all it took was a mediocre kick to the deep wound on stomach to stop the futile attempts.

"—s-sor...'m sorry..."

"Shut up." You pulled on tangled hair, receiving a strangled yell in response. "M-Mine was different! I didn't have any missions that day." You then let go of your hold, allowing her head to freely thump onto the ground harshly and heavily.

"She didn't have to hug you after you saved her from a measly curse." You huffed, suddenly feeling very protective and touch-starved as you wrap your arms around your upperclassman and boyfriend, resting against his firm chest. Smiling blissfully when you feel a hand petting you.

"I'm sorry, I won't let anyone else touch me anymore." The smile got wider. "I'm sorry, too. From now on, I won't talk to people you don't know." He was satisfied.

"Rika."

Horrified gasps and choked sobs were there, loud, terrified screams (Yuuta made sure the curse had her fun) were there but you two payed no mind to it, lost in each other's warmth, presence and secure arms. There were only the two of you in this whole world, and you'd do anything to keep each other forever there.

RYOMEN SUKUNA || little one?

request: I can’t get this out of my head but sukuna must have had alot of followers but this one was childish and saw him has her savior which made sukuna have a soft spot for her thus where his scarf came from was from her obi that she gave to him one winter

note: ….soft!sukuna hours, you say? I like that, I like that a lot. but tbh tho, this entire story just kinda sounds like you two are playing house HAHAHAHA. hope you don’t mind. it started out very soft, but it ended up becoming lokwey angst?? maybe i just woke up today and chose pain??? so this is what i’ve come up with love. but i hope you do not mind love!

pronouns: she/her 

Being stuck inside such a brat of a host ends up giving you a lot of time to think about yourself was what Sukuna realises as he leans back into his throne, long nails gently stroking one of the horns of the bull skull that was closest to him. After being asleep for a thousand years, things have changed a lot since the last time he was around.

It is during these times when he is alone that he thinks of the times when he was alive - the chances he wished he took, the odd characters he had met along the way, and of the times where he get to live as a free man. Whenever he thinks of the time when he was free, his mind always wonders back to a particular woman to return to the forefront of his mind.

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sweet lies [03.final]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. toxic! megumi, SEXY TOXIC MEGUMI 🥵, toxic college settings, oral (f receiving), multiple orgasm, orgasm denial, explicit smut, car sex, biting, scratching, sukuna is a sex god, MEGUMI WITH A LIP RING, slight angst

note. FINALLY FINISHED THIS SERIES AAAAHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THIS I HAD A LOT OF FUN WITH THIS SERIES TYSM FOR EVERYTHING! lotsa lub lub for each and everyone of you! anyways let me just say…sweet lies sukuna can politely rail me.

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It’s…a different story when you have to move back and forth between your newly made acquaintance slash fuck buddy, Sukuna, to your actual fuck buddy and crush, Megumi.

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𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮 - (sukuna x reader angst)

lover of mine, i never said those words as clear as i meant to. thank you for your smiles, for your heart. let me remember your last face like a loving one, and not of you in death.

summary: you see him a handful of times down by the river, washing off the bloodstains from his clothing and hands. you wonder to yourself how he could look so human in such a monstrous act. once he see's you he can't get you rid of his mind.

paring: sukuna x f!reader

genre: angst, soft love, little fluff

warnings: blood, gruesome death, talks of sex and taking virginity

word count: 7k+

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"Do you intend on staring the entire time?"

The hair on your neck rose, your breath catching in your throat as you hear him call out.

Surely he couldn't have seen you. You had tried to hide decently well into the background of the forest.

"Your act of concealment is rather pitiful, you know." His voice disparaged you once more, and from the sliver of opening the bushes allowed you saw him look over his shoulder, staring directly at you as he raised an eyebrow.

"Come out, human." You for the first time you hear the real command in his voice, the one that terrified the men in your village, the ones who came back from battle and laid awake at night with it echoing in the solitude of their minds.

You gave it a couple seconds, and when you saw him vanish from the spot he had been near the river bank you panicked, looking around everywhere to see where he had gone.

You felt a rush of air wisp behind you, and you whipped your head around to see a large hand circle around your throat, long, claw-like nails digging into your skin as he effortlessly raised you from the ground.

You felt the voice in your head mock you for your stupidity, the idea alone of spying on the curse everybody feared an idiotic idea. But you were curious, too curious for your own good, and the first time you saw him you were fascinated.

Here he seemed like the monster everybody made him out to be. Blood from his previous victims splattered across his face, red eyes boring into yours as he assessed the person in front of him, large muscles flexing as he turned you around, gawking at you like an animal in a cage.

But the first time you saw him, he drew you in, and perhaps that would be the sole reason for your demise. The sun shone shined splendidly that day, reflecting off the water beneath him, his skin shining bright as he delicately cleaned his dirtied clothes in peace.

You hadn't meant to run into him that day, but you couldn't rest seeing him act so human, so normally, after every rumor, you had heard.

You now wish you had listened to them.

"You've been here before, haven't you?" He cocked his head to the side, eyebrow perched as you meekly grabbed at his hand, begging him to loosen his grip.

His eyes trailed down to your gaping mouth, eyes widening with the lack of air, and his grip loosed, dropping you roughly to the ground, giving you a couple of seconds to failingly come up on your arms, coughing as you rubbed weakly at your neck, trying to ease to soreness away.

He dropped down to his knees, crouching down at your side as he waited for you to recover, in no rush as you hacked away.

"I asked you a question," He reminded you and you fearfully looked up, eyes filled with tears as you weakly nodded, your chapped lips trembling in dread.

"Is that a yes?" His lips upturned in a small and taunting smile, his sharpened teeth gleaming back at you as you gulped, clearing your throat as you tried your best to respond.

"Yes, yes," You looked at the grass beneath you, anything but the figure of death in front of you, "I have been here before, my lord."

He kept his eyes locked on yours, his look never shifting from one to the other, keeping natural as if to frighten you even more.

Would anybody care if you had been killed out in the woods today? Would anybody come looking if you went missing?

"Is it you who's been watching me these past weeks?" He asked, and even on the ground sitting in front of you he shadowed your crumpled form, and you wiped some of the slobber from your lips before you spoke again.

"I apologize, my lord." Your fingers shook far too much, could he tell? Could he see that your blood was freezing under your skin?

"May I ask what's intrigued you so much to return?" You feel this breath on your cheeks, his nose close to yours as he leaned in, the air in your lungs seizing as you held it all to yourself.

Your fingers itched to grab the small bundle you had brought with you, the one you had failed to give these past weeks.

He watched the movement, his eyes quickly darting over to the small package concealed in a piece of dirtied cloth.

"Is this yours?" He reached over and grabbed it, examining its shabby shape as you meekly nodded once more, your mouth too dry to give him a proper response.

He glanced back over to you, truly studying you. Your clothes were dirty, mud and dirt clinging to your skin, holes littering the soles of your shoes. Your hair was clumped together and nails were outgrown from their beds.

He had been familiarized with the nearby village, having ransacked it multiple times. He knew the women well, their appearances were far more important than anything else. If you were from there it was obvious you were one of their outcasts, if the skin clinging to your bones would say anything.

He kept an eye on you as you coughed again, blood specking the palm of your hand as you wiped it on your pants, embarrassed and more honestly terrified to look at him, opting to gape at the ground.

He turned the lump of fabric around in his hand, weighing it and sniffing it as if to sense what was inside. A foul smell flew under his nose, and he winced as he quickly went to open it, his inquisitiveness taking over.

The fabric was flimsy and wasn't tied hard enough, falling away as he peeled it back.

Small tomatoes and pieces of lettuce tumbled out, some parts of them molded as they fell to his feet.

"I apologize, my lord, they are not of the best quality." You explained and he scoffed, taking the small vegetables and squishing it between his fingers, turning back to you as he took you by the collar, lifting it up so that you would be face to face with him.

"Were those for me?" His head tilted again, a small pout overtaking his smile as he watched you struggle to come up with words to say.

"Have you been watching me these past few weeks just to give me rotten vegetables?"

He watched in clear amusement as you sniffled, your eyes squeezed shut as you nodded, hands quivering as you kept them balled by your side.

"Did that really sound like a good idea to you?" His grip on your collar tightened, and you gasp as he lifted you once more, your feet dangling as you tried to get back down.

Sukuna looked at you, the tears welling in your eyes, the tomatoes, and lettuce as his feet looking back up at him as he strangled you, your fingers weakling attempting to grab at his clenching fists.

"I'm s-sorry," You choked out, "It's all I h-had." Some bloodied spit landed on his face and he grimaced, dropping you immediately to wipe it off.

You couldn't muster up a groan as you felt your ankle crack from the pressure, only having enough strength to try to crawl away.

This isn't how you wanted to die, not alone and at the hands of the curse of death himself. Not when you wanted to see the countryside, to sail in those things they called ships. Not on the ground of a forest, you stumbled upon one day, your kind heart killing you eventually.

And all Sukuna did was watch the pitiful scene, eyebrows drawing together as he saw your crumpled form sit at the stump of a tree, your ankle bent the wrong way, your eyes barely open as you went in and out of consciences.

Who were you? Surely not a girl of any importance. He would have already bedded you had you been one. You were poor, perhaps worse than that, yet you managed to bring him portions of your food.

Even in the coldest of winters, he had watched the village chief struggle to give up a third of his meals to honor him, yet an insignificant girl like you who obviously needed the wasted vegetables more than anything was offering it to him.

Should he kill you here? Make it painless? It seemed that your health was already declining, your bloody coughs enough proof for him. He'd be putting you out of your misery if he did it now.

But walking towards you, his nails turned into the claws he was so used to, kneeling down once more to your slumped form, he couldn't seem to do it.

You couldn't even lift your head to beg for your life, but you tried to bring up your fist that paled in size to his, curling it around one of his fingers as you tried to push him away.

And his nails were right there, right at the base of your throat, ready to slit, but he felt the little bit of heat as you sickly gripped him, the little tear droplets wetting his skin as he retracted his hand.

He stared at the top of your head, watching as your hand fell to your side, your body too weak to keep it up anymore.

And he grumbled to himself, saying things such that he wasn't fucking enough people and his mind was going crazy, cupping your knees as he lifted you gently up, supporting your head with the palm of his hand as he brought you back to the village.

He could have killed you even then as he was entering the gates, but you had held onto his shirt so tightly that he could barely lift his finger to do such a thing.

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You awoke in one of the alleyways, your head lolling to the side as you groaned, your bleary vision not making out many things.

Dim candlelight shone from behind you, and turning around you saw the infamous infirmary of our village, and you stumbled trying to get up, a small and quiet cry falling as you put too much weight on your ankle, gripping the sides of the walls as you tried to steady yourself.

You could barely remember the previous events of the night, but you could barely think as you pushed your way through the door, the two healers jumping in surprise as fell to the floor.

It was a small shack, barely bigger than two rooms, but you had heard many stories of all the wonders that happened inside here. A small whicker of hope ignited in your chest. Maybe they could heal your ankle, maybe even you cough?

One of them tried to help you up but your body fell to the other side, and you heard muffled talking as the two of them spoke in hushed whispers on what to do.

"She's weak, too weak, we can't do much," You made out the woman say, and something else was added but you couldn't catch it. The other one was silent for a minute before he replied.

"Just throw her out. They die anyway. We need the space for the ones who matter." And though you wanted to open your mouth and cry out for their help, that you did matter, at least you did at one point.

But no matter how hard you wanted to, you couldn't do much as they harshly lifted you by the elbows dragging you out and throwing you right back where you were.

You thudded to the ground, your already broken ankle damaged more and you felt tears of pain spring in your eyes. It was night, maybe early in the morning, and the season of fall was coming closer and closer to your village, the crisp air biting at your barley-covered skin.

You shuddered, and it took some time for you to pull yourself up, using the wall as support once more as you traveled up ahead, knowing that your shabby home wouldn't be too far away.

It was a painful journey, but you eventually tumbled into the little shack you made a while back. Three pieces of wooden plans were balanced on each other, a scrawny blanket resembling rags rested on top to protect you from the elements.

You heaved a sigh as you relaxed on the dirt floor, leaning your back gently as you reached into your pocket to grab one of the tomatoes you had saved,

But it came back empty, and you remember that they were littered on that forest floor far from where you were.

And so with an empty stomach and burning bones, you tried your best to nod off to sleep.

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Months passed by and Sukuna had almost forgotten about the girl in the woods, and he had no intention of remembering her again.

He kept up with his usual routine; taking home men and women from the villages he conquered easily, fighting the pesky sorcerers that came by once in a while, and retreated back to his room once he repeated those things over and over again.

It had been a ruling winter, and even for a curse like him he had to admit the cold was biting and cruel, and he laughed at the thought of how bad it must have been for those humans.

The people who lived and served at his temple all shivered as they made him his food and cleaned the floors, but even they were spared with the walls that surrounded him.

One night, he restlessly wandered around the halls, his bare feet padding on the marble floors as he looked around, glancing out of the windows as the moon stared back restlessly at him.

He went back to his room to retrieve his robs, shrugging them on as he grabbed his sword, saying nothing as he made his way out, hungry for another village to ransack and take for his name.

It didn't take him a while until he found one, but to much dismay, he remembered the oak gates that lead into it, and if he was being honest the people weren't the best when it came to a good fuck.

Though nonetheless, he strolled through, and some of the strangers who were bundled in their own winter clothing shrieked, ducking for cover as he made his way through.

The snow that fell from the sky did nothing to him, but it littered the ground in a stark white, and it crunched under his feet as he made his way to the brothel house he had been familiarized with so long ago.

As he entered the women who had been at the front jumped up, their faces pailing as he towered over them, looking around for a couple of people he intended to bring back to his temple.

He looked for another while, some faces familiar but others not so much as he pointed to them silently, and they knew what it meant as they stepped forward, not looking him in the eye as they feared it would get them killed.

The ordeal didn't last for long, and as he left, the chosen ones took it as a sign to trek behind him, worriedly looking at each other.

He made his way out, some spectators washing wordlessly from their windows as he passed by.

Sukuna paused when he heard hurried footsteps from behind him, and a small body thumped down in front of him, the person on their hands and knees as they shuddered from the winter winds.

"My lord! It is an honor having you here! Please," The village chief shakily looked up, wincing when he saw the curse looking down at him with interest, "I have even better women if you so desire! Men, if you want! These ones are cheap, nothing like the best we offer!" The man knew well that if Sukuna was displeased he could very well take that upon his village, head heard the rumors.

Sukuna looked at the ones he had picked, their fur coats clinging to their skins as they looked down, and then to the large hut, the chief lived at.

"Show me them." He ordered, and the little man jumped up, bowing as he lead Sukuna to the destination, leaving the other women stranded as they went in search of others.

It was a quiet walk, and Sukuna preferred that over the mousey man speaking his head off.

They were nearly there when Sukuna saw a flash of color, something that had stuck in his mind no matter how hard he had tried to get rid of it.

He narrowed his eyes, seeing a slumped figure curled at the wall, their legs brought up to their chest as they slept.

He wished deep inside that the person was only asleep, and nothing worse.

He strayed away from the man as he went towards them, crouching down as he sat in front of the person, lifting their chin up with his forefinger as he came in view with a familiar face.

The girl in the woods, the one with the rotten vegetables.

Your cheeks had cuts on them, some fresh, some old. Your ankle, the one he remembered being badly broken, was still at an odd angle, though he recalled clearly that he had dropped you off at the infirmary to get it taken care of.

He ran his thumb across your skin, and to no surprise, you were freezing to the touch. Your shredded clothing doing barely anything to help you from the cold.

He raised two fingers to the pulse point at your neck, and somewhere in him relaxed when he found one.

The fingers that so weakly grabbed your knees were shaking fervently, and he took off his robe as he draped it across your shoulders.

"This one is barely alive, my lord, you can kill her if you wish," The man peeped from the corner and Sukuna had to control himself not to kill him in front of you.

"I promise that the ones I have to show you are much, much better than her!" He chuckled awkwardly as Sukuna sat still, his fingers gingerly gripping your chin as he tried to coax you to wake up.

"One of my men was supposed to get rid of her the past fortnight, it seems that he forgot," He muttered mostly to himself, his nose wrinkling from your stench.

"It's vermin like this that must be rid of!" He said fiercely, almost comically, and Sukuna's hold on your arm tightened as he gently tried to wake you up to no avail.

You were alive, he told himself, you had to be.

"My lord, it must not be comfortable for you in this cold, come and-" He could barely finish his sentence before Sukuna had slit his throat, his body dropping to the floor as he tried to stop the bleeding.

The ground beneath him stained red, but all Sukuna could care about was getting to you, a strange urge overtaking him as he spoke to you in a quiet tone.

"Can you open your eyes?" He whispered, a strange thing for him, but he hoped that it would get you to wake up.

You shivered quietly, your lips and teeth trembling against each other as you slowly shook your head, but that much let him sigh in relief, running his thumb across your cheek as he supported your head in his hand.

"Can you try?" His red eyes focused on the way your bruised eye twitched, but slowly you creaked open your other one, and his chest eased.

"There you go," He coaxed, going on his knees as he carefully picked you up, just as he had done that day, wrapping the robe around you tighter and you shifted into the warmth he offered.

You were so light he feared he'd break you, but you seemed appreciative of the help, curling in his arms as you tried to hide the skin left without any clothing covered with your hands.

Your bones poked out from underneath your skin, and for once in his lifetime Sukuna was terrified of the fact that they would breakthrough.

"Do you remember me?" He asked as he walked out of the village, ignoring the shocked gasps and the murmured voices as they saw you in his arms.

You barely nodded, but you gripped onto the fabric covering his torso, and his gaze softened, shocking him and perhaps the world around.

"What is your name?" He tried to keep his nails away from your fragile skin in fear of cutting you, and he had to lean his head down to hear your faint voice.

"Y-y," You gulped for some air, "Y/n." And Sukuna had never been happier to hear a sound, your voice easing the worries he had of you being dead, and he walked faster towards his temple.

"Do you prefer anything to eat?" He looked at your skeletal body and you tried to shrug, but it was too difficult so you just stayed limp.

"Soup," You attempted to say but you coughed, trying to cover your mouth with your fist, and Sukuna saw the specks of blood that sprayed your skin.

"Soup," he nodded to himself, "Is that all?" He had left the village now and was nearing his temple.

"Yes," You muttered softly, "My teeth," You paused to cough, "They do not work well anymore." Sukuna shifted his hold on your head, his hands tightening their grip on you as he went uphill.

Why did his chest hurt so much? Why did it feel like guilt was eating him alive? What were you doing to him?

When he entered through the double doors an influx of maids came rushing in, ready to prep the men and women he had selected only to be met with a frail girl curled into the massive curses chest.

They looked uncertainly at each other as he moved past them, turning the corner to move through the halls, stopping at his door as he pushed it open.

Inside he saw his two most trusted servants, and they rushed towards him, taking you from his arms as they brought you to the bath.

"Be careful with her," He warned, his tone wavering when he heard you whimper, "Anything and I'll crack your skulls under my feet." The two women fervently nodded, handling you with more care as they lead you to the separate rooms.

Sukuna watched as it all happened.

What was he doing?

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Once you had been washed through and properly helped by one of his healers, they lead you to the dining hall, and you still had to blink and repeat to yourself what was happening to keep yourself from going insane.

They sat you in a chair, a random hand placing a steaming bowl in front of you as they left you to eat.

You quite frankly had no idea what happened in the past hour, but it had been a while since you had been in the comfort of a home with food in front of you, and so you put it past yourself as you began to bring a shaky hand to grasp the spoon.

Your arms were too weak from weeks of barely any use, and you had brought the spoon close to your mouth only to lose grasp of it and spill it on yourself.

You heard some noise around you, and you slowly glanced around you, the women who helped clean you covering their mouths with their hands as their shoulders shook, soft giggles spilling from their lips as they watched you attempt to eat the soup.

Embarrassment took over your senses, but you found a napkin near your left and patted your robes, trying to get the stains off.

Going to grab the spoon again, you gave yourself a couple of seconds to flex your hand before you brought it up to your lips. You had put it in but the heat of it you were unprepared for, and you spit it out quickly from your mouth before it burnt the rest of your tongue.

The snickering from around you only got louder, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying in humiliation.

You should have blown on it, you told yourself, but it had been so long since you had actually had something warmed up that it must have slipped your mind.

You dabbed the table with the napkin to clean up some of the stains, and the silence around you should have told you that there was a change in atmosphere, but you only realized that when you felt a looming figure behind you.

"Is everything alright?"

His voice you remembered well. It was deep, ominous, but it also calmed you down. For it had been he who saved you from the bitter cold and nobody else.

You quickly dropped to your knees, albeit, slowly from how undernourished you were, kissing his feet as you kept your face hidden.

"My lord," Your hands shook, "Thank you, bless you, thank you, I cannot express my gratitude. I will do anything you ask, I am in your debt forever, my lord..." You rambled on but stopped when you felt a strong force tugging you up by the arm.

"Enough of this," He clicked his tongue as he pushed you back in the chair, and you huffed out a cough when he pulled out the chair diagonal from you, his fingers webbed with each other as he stared at you.

"Aren't you going to eat?" He asked, his eyebrow cocked upwards and you gave him a swift nod, your shaky hands back at trying to grab the spoon, but from the fear of being watched by him, it slipped out of your hold once more and fell in the soup, splattering even more across your clothing.

The soft laughter from the women could be heard, and you looked at them from the corner of your eyes, chest sinking with onslaught discomfiture as the most powerful curse in creation watched you struggle to pick up a spoon.

"I apologize, my lord," Your boney fingers went to clutch it again, and you opted to just close your fist around it as you dipped it in, bringing your face close to it as you gently blew on the steam, bringing it to your mouth as you let it slip down your throat.

It had been so, so long since you had eaten something like this. Tears sprung in your eyes and you had no power over them as you quickly shoveled more into your mouth, not caring anymore how hot it was for your stomach kept begging for it.

Unbeknownst to you, Sukuna looked back from you to the two giggling maids, aggravation creeping in on him as he watched them laugh at you hungrily eating your meal.

"....like a wild animal," One of the girls whispered to the other and they snickered, having to seal their mouths shut when they caught Sukuna's eye.

You couldn't listen to them anymore through your rumbling stomach, but you stopped every once and while to grab the piece of bread laid out to your side, biting into it quickly as you chewed.

You had forgotten about your loose tooth, and as you chewed you heard a crack and before you knew it the small tooth tumbled out of your mouth and onto the table.

You quickly grabbed the napkin, holding it up to your gums to stop the onslaught of bleeding, but from the gasp of disgust to the clacking of your spoon against the oak table distracted you and the bloody napkin fell from your hand.

You quickly stood up, trying to find another napkin, but there was nothing, so you just cupped your hand over your mouth as you looked around for any help.

He was going to kill you here, you told yourself as you watched Sukuna stand up from his chair, a pall cast over his face as he made his way to you, he's disgusted by me.

His hand was nearing your body and you wrung your eyes shut, ready for his talons to slash through your skin, but you only felt calloused fingers grips your shoulder, leading you out of the room as he took you somewhere else.

He silently took you into another room, shutting the door quickly behind him as he ordered the servants inside to fetch him a pitcher of water and gauze.

Your hand never left your mouth, even as the blood poured out of it in fear of what he would do, but the kindness in his hold on your elbow startled you.

The servants cast each other looks as they brought him the things he asked for, and they watched observantly from the doorway as he ordered them out.

He dunks the gauze strips in the water, writing it back in the pitcher as he brought it to your face.

You still kept your hand there, but he gently grasped it, bringing it away from your face as he placed the gauze where your tooth used to be.

He could tell that you were missing other ones, and he noted to himself to only serve you softer food from now on.

Your hand laid in your lap, and you just shut your eyes as you let the curse do whatever he wanted, his fingers holding your mouth open as he gingerly dabbed the wound to stop the bleeding.

"Does it hurt badly?" He asked when he finished, the gauzes never coming back bloody as he poured you a cup of water, observing you intently as you shook your head.

"No, my lord, I am okay. I apologize for the inconvenience. I did not mean for it to happen."

Of course, you didn't, he wanted to say.

"Are any of your other teeth lose?"He asked and you nodded slowly, not opening your mouth despite the fact that he had already seen the ones you lost.

"How many?" He had never asked so many questions in the span of one night, but Sukuna needed to know. You should have been healed by his healer.

you counted in your head, running your tongue around and noting the ones that were about to fall, and kept your head down as you spoke.

"Three more, my lord." In addition to ones already gone that would make an eventual eight.

He shut his eyes thinking. He didn't say anything for a while, and you looked around the four walls as he thought silently to himself.

There was a bed in the corner, and it had been the first time in years you had seen one. It seemed benign; as if you'd float if you were to sleep on it.

"I'll have the healer look at you once again tomorrow," He concluded and all you could do was silently agree, not knowing what else to do.

He noticed your wandering eyes, how they seemed stuck on the object being him, and he glanced back at the small servants' bed.

"Are you tired? Do you want to sleep?" Oh, how you longed to sleep. You had been sleeping all these past few weeks, but it wasn't really sleeping. You were getting closer and closer to death, but all you could do was shut your eyes and hope that it came peacefully.

"It's no worries, my lord, I can sleep right where I am," You assured him, patting the chair as you tried to relax into it but his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion at your worries.

"Nonsense. Come with me," He walked towards the door, and your eyes shot open, not having enough time to get out and follow him as he paced much more quickly than you did.

He lead you through a maze of halls, and it wasn't long before you stopped in front of another door, much similar to the others.

He opened it and you had to hold your chest at the view that lay before you.

A massive bed, much bigger than your body sat in the middle. It was so big that you felt your inner child scream in delight at the sight. Was this even possible? It was unfair to have such a bed so big when you would only take up a fourth of it.

"You sleep here. Any issues and you tell one of the maids, understood?"

You quickly nodded, finger itching to feel the blanket, something you had lost the feeling of after a while.

"Yes, my lord. I understand."

And Sukuna stuttered to speak. He never did before. But how could he not when under the look of your kind eyes, the toothy smile that made its way across your beautiful face that could light up galaxies to come?

How could he not when his heart hammered so tightly in the limited space of his ribcage?

---

Everybody would raise their silent questions, but they would be answered when the curse made his way back home, covered in blood and mud, back to your room, knocking before he entered.

"What are you doing?" He'd ask one day, watching you in the corner of the room, using a small knife to nick away at a block of wood.

You looked up, a small smile making its way on your face, the same one that made him forget who he was before you answered him back.

"I'm making sculptures, see," You turned your chair around so that your table came more in view.

All along the top, he saw little things, a wooden flower, a little horse. Each was delicately made, and seeing how you grinned at them he could only bet that you had made them.

"What for?" He walked over to you, examining the little pieces before he placed them back down.

"The maids, the servants. They have helped me so much, that I wanted to give them something back." You explained, and Sukuna felt him smile at your words.

"Of course, I'll make you one once these are all done with," You quickly added, worried it would have offended him due to his extended hospitality.

He glanced at the little bird you had made, turning it around in his hand as he placed it in his pocket, looking at you for permission even though you wouldn't have said anything to disagree.

"I can make a bigger one if you want, my lord. I can make a bear, or an owl, that one has a small dent in it." You brought out another slab of wood, ready to carve whatever he requested, but he just shrugged.

"This one will do."

"Oh, well, alright, if you say so," You chewed on your bottom lip, worried that it would break easily.

He gripped your chin in his fingers as he lifted your face up to his, his thumb near your cheeks as his breath fanned over your skin.

"My lord?"

Your breathing stopped, your eyes staring back at his. He was beautiful, you thought to yourself. How could he not be? His red eyes were so enticing, the tattoos that littered his skin adding to his persona.

"Thank you," He breathed out, and you tilted your head to the side, a questioning smile growing on your lips.

"For what, my lord? The statue was small, I can do much better, I promise-" He shook his head, falling down on his knees so that he wouldn't tower so much over you.

"For the food, you had brought me that one day. I was unaware. Thank you." You tried to think back on what he was referring to, and your mind brought you back to the tomatoes and lettuce you had laid out for him, and you laughed gently at it.

"They were rotten, it was barely anything." You leaned your face deeper in his hold, not knowing what you were doing but enjoying the softness his palm felt on your skin.

"I still appreciate it, Y/n, no matter what condition it was. To think I almost," He choked at the thought, your face flashing in his mind and he dropped his hand, tears pricking at his eyes.

"Of course, Sukuna, anything for you."

And this time you held his giant hand in yours, closing both hands around one as you smiled gently at him, sitting down so that he wouldn't feel alone.

"Thank you for saving me, that night, I would have died by morning if not for you." Sukuna's grip tightened, protectiveness taking over at the thought of that.

"Anything for you, Y/n, anything for you." He brought your palm to your lips as he pressed a delicate kiss to it, and your smile grew.

"I," He paused, letting you go as he took a step back, "Never mind. I'll come back soon after this mission. Stay safe, alright?"

And he left without saying anything else, leaving you alone with your running mind as he turned walked down the hall, the sword growing heavy in his hand with the added thought of having something to return to.

---

You didn't know much when it came to Sukuna, nor the kindness he showed you.

It was strange, out of ordinary, but you wouldn't complain about it when it very well saved your life.

You heard the murmurs of the people around you whenever you walked through the temple, the gazes of pity and jealousy they honed when you ate dinner with him.

You could tell that you weren't wanted, but you tried very hard to show that you weren't totally useless.

Some days you would help clean the floors and rooms, and others you'd help them cook the flood or clean the alter. They never spoke t you, only giving you glances filled with unreadable expressions, but they were never opposed to giving you most of their load.

You knew what they were doing, but you never voiced it. You were lucky to be alive, and you would do anything to pay them back.

"He doesn't love you, you know." One of the maids, Hatsu, you had come to learn, told you.

You dropped the pants you had been folding in surprise and peeked up.

"I'm sorry?" Her teeth showed when she gave you a small smile, shock overtaking her expression as she feigned worry.

"He's done this with many women, Y/n, you're not the first. You certainly won't be the last, either." She added, mumbling to herself, and your cheeks heated, shaking your head in disagreement.

"Oh my, he doesn't! He is just being..." You couldn't finish that sentence for you knew it would travel around if the people heard you called the cursed kind.

"Caring? Of course, he is, Y/n, how else would he bed a virgin such as yourself. He loves them more than anything. He wants his legacy to live on forever." She further explained and you felt your throat closing up the more she spoke.

"Kame, aren't I right?" She called her friend over, smiling viciously over your crestfallen face.

"That's how he is, Y/n. Naive girls, innocent ones, ones who have never been touched before. You're probably the best he's seen. What was it, the first thing you did when you saw him, cry?" Kame and Hatsu shared a grin, "No wonder he's so enthralled by you."

"H-he's never, all he's been is-"

"Devoted? Compassionate? What else would he be? Honestly, Y/n, don't you ever use that head of yours?" She flicked your forehead roughly and Kame snickered as your lips trembled.

"He kills them all afterward, too," Hastu told you, "He doesn't like them once they're ruined."

"I," you stood up shakily, chest heaving as you tried making your way out of the cleaning room, "I have to leave. Please excuse me,"

And all you could do was run out, out towards your room, lungs heavy, heart bleeding as you opened the door as quickly as you could have.

You didn't know what to do. You knew it was too good. He was too kind, too thoughtful. He was going to fuck you and then kill you, of course, he would. What use did he have with someone of your sorts, you had nothing to offer him.

He would be returning any day now, and you had to push out his kind words from your mind as you began to pack a bag, shoveling the small amount of clothing you owned, some apples you kept by your tableside to snack on.

You were in a rush as you scribbled a note to the servants, heart hammering away in fear as you flew just as quickly out the door, still putting your shoes on as you ran out the door of the temple, the mids all staring in happiness as you made your way down the hill, your running figure leaving view as you made your way into the thickness of the forest.

"Finally," Kame bumped her shoulder into Hatsu's as she made her way back in, "I was getting tired of taking care of his bitch."

---

Sukuna returned only a handful of days later, shoulder heavy with a fight, chest bruised and hands aching, but as he neared his temple his mood lightened, eyes crinkling around the corner as he returned with the thought of you in his mind.

Entering his home he was greeted with silence and the occasional stare of the maid. He picked up on their chatters but paid it no mind as he made his way quickly to the familiar door.

He had to suppress the growing smile on his face as he dug out the flowers from the pocket of his robes. They had been smashed a little on his journey back, but they were still intact nonetheless.

He knocked once, waiting to hear the voice he had been longing to hear for the past couple of weeks.

When he got no reply, he knocked once more.

"Y/n," He cleared his throat, "I am back. If you may, I have something for you."

He waited and still got no response.

Perhaps you were asleep, he thought to himself.

"I will open the door now. I have to get some things taken care of quickly, I just need to give you..." And once the door swung open he was greeted to a grizzly sight.

Your table was messy, the cabinet shelves were outdrawn, your bed was not made. He knew you were keen on riding things up, and so this was out of the ordinary. Terrifyingly so.

He found a small note on your table, but he couldn't read any of it through his blurry mind, running out as he called your name hopelessly.

"Y/n? Y/n!" He ran out, calling your name, looking wildly around as he ran down the hall, looking in every room, every corner his temple offered, but you were nowhere to be found.

"My lord," He heard one of the girls call out and he stopped, crazily looking at her through his crazed eyes and she took a step back.

"Y/n is gone, we've been looking for her this past day, we can't-"

"Why was I not told?"

His voice was so calm, so dreadfully calm that Kame took another step back.

"Hm?" He walked towards her, not caring of her please as rage overtook him, her heart coming clean out as he dropped her body like a sack on the floor, continuing his search for you as he made his way out.

For hours he ran through the forest, seeing little footprints that resembled yours but found you to no avail.

At dawn, he sank to his knees, the trees surrounding him chanting at him for his loss, for his failure, for the fact that he could only be a curse and capable of nothing else except killing.

How could he love? He was no man. He was Ryomen Sukuna, and that's all he would be known for. But he wanted you, your loving heart, your caring smile, the way you lit up his world in ways he never imagined.

And for the first time in his life, he felt tears fall from his eyes, the salty feeling biting at his cheeks as he kept looking for you through his blurred vision.

He found you once, didn't he? He'd just have to find you once more.

---

He made his way through an opening and saw the oak gates that lead to your village.

It had been days since he last went looking for you, and he was sure that this would be the place you could be. It had to be. he didn't know what to do if you weren't here.

As usual, he heard the screams of people when they saw the four-armed monster, but he ran everywhere he thought you would be, your old three wood house ruined from the last time he saw it.

And as he looked around more he stumbled into the town square, and in the middle, he saw the hanging post, people backing into their homes as he continued his search.

Sukuna was more and more lost as he looked around, ready to give up and go back in the forest when he saw a familiar flash of color.

Right there, in the middle of everybody, was you.

Your head hung down, a noose hanging from around your neck as you dangled in the air.

Time stopped as he made his way towards your body, heart stopping when he got to you.

For once, you were head to head with him without trying, but he didn't know what to do as he hung desperately to your chest, his arms encircling your waist as he held you tightly to him.

"Oh, Y/n," he muttered into your skin, your cold skin freezing his, "Oh, Y/n."

He read the sign to the side: Traitors and Killers, and he looked back at you. You were none of those things. You had never killed, and all you asked for in return was life.

Was that really a traitorous thing to ask for?

He took you down from the stand, carrying your body out of your village as he took you to the woods.

He stopped at the river, the same place he saw you for the first time, and began digging your grave.

There were many things he wish he had done differently. He wished he could have told you that he would have burnt the world down for you if you asked, that you held his heart in your hands and he had no intention of asking for it back.

But he couldn't and so all he could do was place little flowers around the soil in which you lied under.

When all you were was freshly dug dirt, he turned his back and made his way back to the village.

The sun shone the day he found you died, and the moon shone even brighter when he killed them all.

So what if bby fushiguro meet Rika? Like "Ri...ka...-chan" _ "Huh? how do you know her name?" _ "she said it herself" _ Of course Rika doesn't speak in curse form, bby fushiguro can see spirits so ye the two are probably quite close because Rika seems to be around the same age

scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader meets rika orimoto

jujutsu kaisen x reader

masterlist of the series

warning(s): major anime/manga spoilers for jjk

this is such a cute request omg they totally would *clears throat* i present to you scarlet bb fushiguro meeting rika, enjoy reading <3

before you read: you still haven't exhibited much of your chaos magic for this request and gojo doesn't know you're the scarlet witch yet, hence the reason why he and the others claim your chaos magic as cursed energy when it is not!

you have always been a strange child, even when gojo first got you. when he found out you could see curses at a young age, he expected for you to be a bit scared, but no. it was the cursed spirits who were afraid of you. you were so bold around them that you'd try to befriend them and even chase after them, but unbeknownst to gojo, you could also see other spirits. the ghosts of dead people.

you were brought to tokyo jujutsu high by gojo since his students missed seeing you and the same goes for you—you had been insisting on coming to see them again. you loved the company of your maki-nee, toge-nii, panda and most especially your yuta-nii very much.

when you stepped foot at the school. you bolted towards the four with open arms as soon as gojo placed you down. you were bombarded with warm greetings and embraces, and somehow they were all free from missions today.

you did your zoomies around the school grounds after gojo excused the students from you, since he needed to talk to them for a minute. you were minding your own business from a distance when you felt someone staring at you but it was neither of the students or gojo. turning your head, you saw a cursed spirit that wasn't fully manifested behind yuta. it took you some time to realize that this spirit was the main reason you could sense a powerful energy from yuta.

being the friendly child you are to all spirits alike, you approached the cursed spirit who continued to hide behind yuta shyly.

'she's [name].. right?'

you could hear the spirit's thoughts and to you, it sounded like a little girl's voice instead of a curse's hoarse one.

tipping your head to the side, you stared. with your sensitive eyes and senses, it used to be human; a little girl just like you. it was no wonder the spirit sounded like one. you nodded your head, a smile gracing your lips.

'did you just hear my thoughts?' you giggled at the cursed spirit fondly, nodding your head once again.

"my name is rika!"

she sounded much more confident this time as she separated from yuta and she spoke verbally this time. though her voice sounded nothing like human to their normal ears, to you it was otherwise.

you uttered the name, your smile stretched wider as excitement filled your lungs. "rika..? rika-chan!"

they halted their conversation and turned to you with wide eyes, especially yuta. did she really just speak to you?

"huh? how do you know her name?" gojo had never mentioned of the cursed spirit that yuta had with him and he was certain that the young boy never mentioned it to you either.

"she said it herself!" you answered, pointing your index finger at the cursed spirit now beside yuta and in front of you.

"[name] can see rika?" maki glanced at gojo with wide eyes. "even when she's not fully manifested?"

"well i didn't know you can do that, kikufuku." gojo managed a chuckle. though he was surprised, he was mostly impressed. not only did you have an immense energy that surpasses the vengeful spirit and your dad himself, you had keen eyes and senses.

"you're not afraid?" yuta blinked profusely at you.

you questioned back, confused. "why would i be afraid of rika-chan?" you shook your head and bounced on your feet, "yuta-nii, can i play with her? please! pleaseeee."

"um, i don't kno—the cursed spirit fully manifested on her own will and promptly cut off yuta.

"i wanna play with you too [name]-chaaan!"

everyone watched the cursed spirit levitate towards you only to pick you up with her lanky arms and toss you in the air, both of your giggles filling the atmosphere in the process.

"rika?!" yuta watched in awe.

this was the very first time that rika wasn't aggressive to the people she meets. she had always been somewhat jealous and protective of yuta, so it was such a sight to see her instantly become fond of you. perhaps it was the fact that you were nearly the same age as rika when she passed, or maybe it was your bewitching aura again? either way, rika instantly loved you and you loved her just as much in return.

in your eyes, you didn't see a terrifying vengeful spirit or the queen of curses. what you saw was a human girl somewhat your age, but she was definitely a older than you by one or two years. ever since you met each other, you and rika became close with one another. rika loved your company so much that she'd ask yuta where you are when you are not around the campus and when the two of you are together, you'd be seen chasing each other, just laughing and playing like the children you were.

rika became your best friend. you'd tell her everything, from the other spirits you'd see, how gojo nearly set the kitchen on fire when he attempted to make breakfast and the cartoons you watched.

she didn't have much stories to tell you, other than the fact that she loves yuta and how she helps him with his training in the campus, rika loved listening to you ramble. you were her escape in a way. through your stories and just by hanging out with you, she felt alive again. rika also learned how to be more nice because of you, usually she'd be aggressive and attack almost everyone but with your kindness and reassurance, you were able to change that. rika doesn't just listen to yuta, she listens to you too.

eventually, yuta had lifted the curse and you had to say goodbye to your playmate. even if you and rika only knew each other for a short span of time—it felt like you've known each for years, for a very long time. it was as if she was really alive and not a ghost. so until the end, you were good friends.

"goodbye, [name]-chan! thank you for being my best friend. please look after yuta for me." those were her last words to you before she left.

"goodbye, rika-chan.."

you were a wreck for weeks. you've dealt the passing on of rika to the other side way worse than yuta himself. you were crying and too sad to be able to do anything. being a creature who's able to see things that others can't and harnessing a gift so dangerous, it was difficult for you to befriend other kids. rika was your first best friend. she was the first one to ever accept that you're weird for the gift you possess.

but after some time and with gojo's help, you were able to move on and had come into terms that rika was now finally in peace. things went well mostly because you were able to see her again, right before yuta left japan to train at africa. you saw the same brunette with the familiar and precious smile, waving at you the same way she had before she passed on.

rika had been watching over you and yuta, and that brought you so much hope and happiness.

Megumi: I think I know what you’re thinking

Yuuji: You’d be the first, cause I don’t

Sukuna: Can confirm, it’s quiet in here

Ladies…. Time to simp

@tawus @peachsayshi

“How much do you love me?” 

You remember when a young Satoru first asked you that innocent question. One you didn’t really give much thought to as a naive, power obsessed teenage sorcerer. When you’re forced to protect the weak and left to fight for your lives, you don’t really have many thoughts anyway. So when you think about how you had kissed him back then, foolishly and a bit desperately, you still can’t help but wonder how someone as great as Gojo Satoru must see you now.

“Me? Love you?” You leaned into him with a smile, lips stained with sugary soda. “Not at all… Not even a bit.” 

And you sealed your declaration with a kiss.

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𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

General TW/content :slight angst, smut, mature content, mild yandere themes, age gap (8 years), manipulation, unhealthy relationship(?), possessive gojo, mutual obsession

Description : Your family has been serving the Gojo clan since Edo period as their servants. You couldn’t be more proud of their loyalty. However, you couldn’t find yourself respecting the head of the clan, Gojo Satoru anymore especially after he denied the request to promote you to higher grade of sorcerer.

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➻ Prologue

➻ Infatuation 🍸🍷

➻ Devotion 🍸🍷

➻ Yearning 🥂🍷

➻ His Side : Fondness 🍸🍷

〔Also in ao3!〕

Notes : I listened to this playlist and this. And the word ‘Lord Gojo’ didn’t leave my mind for a whole month. I was really inspired that I will do a short series based on that lol.

sukuna, a killer who lies in the blood of his enemies is shut up by you, and can't find it in himself to kill you the moment you snap at him

sukuna, a killer who doesn't hesitate to snap a neck in half hesitates to speak to you, not wanting to embarrasses himself and potentially ruin the spark that ignited the moment you laughed at something stupid he did

sukuna, someone who never tries to impress anybody but himself, finds himself trying to impress you, getting you little things when he goes on a trip away from his temple, seashells from the seaside, roses from the farm he paced by

sukuna, the curse that is feared by the sorceress, fears that you will eventually grow tired of his silly tactics, and grow tired of him

sukuna, who never falls at the knees of anybody, falls at yours, kissing your feet when you patch his wounds up one night, stating that you must be a heavenly body for no human deserves to share your title

sukuna who kisses your neck gently, his hands holding your face and the back of your head, kissing your tears away as he promised to slaughter anybody who dare tried to hurt you

the curse that was said to never love, you proved them wrong, as it was possible for sukuna to love with his little heart, to give his life to you, letting you live yours comfortably

sukuna, who died so violently and so hauntingly, told you he'd find you once more, over the river and under the hillside, where the sun reached so softly, somewhere made for two lovers to roam

Sukuna: *stabs someone*

YN: ahhh wow

YN: isn’t he just dreamy

Nobara: your vagina needs glasses

Why a Pinocchio ending to Miraculous wouldn't be right

Now...as you may know, I fought for a long time a battle with the acknowledgement that Adrien may have been a sentimonster. I didn't understand why at the time, but as the evidence kept piling in and especially after watching Ephemeral and Gabriel Agreste, I had to give in and admit that i too was convinced now that he indeed was a sentimonster. Risk has just proven me and all the people who had been convinced about it right eventually.

Now, one thing I have noticed among some people who have been shocked yesterday by getting the full confirmation that he was a sentimonster: people hoping that Marinette may manage somehow to save him and change him into a human being. Basically changing Miraculous into a modern life Pinocchio.

However, while Pinocchio is a beautiful fairy tale (almost a symbol of my country, which makes me love it even more), having Marinette do that would, in my personal opinion, destroy the message that Miraculous is trying to convey with the very fact of making Adrien a sentimonster.

I have read and seen pictures of the fact that Adrien, at the start of his conception as being ADRIEN and not Félix, had been depicted as disabled. He was walking with a stick, which when he transformed became his baton, and of course as Chat Noir he wasn't limping or needing support but when he wasn't transformed, he needed the stick to go around. This concept was rejected by the production because they felt that the writers wouldn't be able to handle it. But I think that what Astruc decided to do at that point was to change a physical disability into a MAGICAL disability. By making Adrien a sentimonster he has created for him an invisible disability and a vulnerability, which works in my mind because it's a metaphor.

First of all, based on the rules of Astruc's universe, there's NO DIFFERENCE between Adrien and a human. He's been made to be like a human and he is, indeed, that. The ONLY difference is that his living essence (soul or how you want to call it) is stored outside his body into an amok that has possessed his mother's wedding band (or at least this is what we think currently). This means that, as Astruc said, Adrien will be able to live a full life, grow up, get married, have children, grow old with the woman he loves and all. However, like Superman with cryptonite, Adrien has an Achille's heel. He's a sentimonster, which means that he needs to be VERY careful to what happens to the Peacock Miraculous AND to his mother's wedding band, because the first can cause his death "with the snap of a finger" and the latter can cause him to become a marionette in the hands of the person who holds it, and breaking the wedding band would mean for his amok to get out of it and him disappearing, again. Tricky, right? Have your life being held by such a delica--, uh, well, hang on a second.

Have you ever tried to break a ring? I had to (my wedding band had got too tight on my finger) and I must tell you that it's HARD. You need specialised items, and depending on what metal the ring is made of, you could need a bolt cutter and a professional intervention. Even classic rings made with gold or silver are hard to cut; you CAN cut them with household stuff like a small steel circular saw blade, but it's still not very easy. You could melt it (Lord of the Rings docet), but even that's something that usually only a professional would do. So a ring is *not* a delicate object. Yes, it can get lost, it CAN potentially be cut, but it's not something that can happen by accident. *Whoopsie* sorry, I broke your ring. Nope. Not gonna happen.

Besides: there's the problem of the Peacock of course and the fact that, in order to consider Adrien safe, the Peacock MUST be safe, either with him (so make him a double holder) or permanently inside the Miracle box and making sure it NEVER gets lost again, at least during his lifetime. Well, yes, there is, but keeping the Miraculous safe should anyway be Marinette's first priority as the Guardian: Fu lost the two Miraculouses once, but there's a reason why Su-Han wasn't impressed to find out that he had lost the jewels in the first place. They're objects that hold immense power, not toys! So keeping the Peacock safe should be a priority INDEPENDENTLY from whether Adrien is a sentimonster or not. Him being a sentimonster AND Marinette's love interest makes it even MORE important and so is choosing the RIGHT holder for it, because by giving it to ANYONE she would put Adrien's life at risk.

Now, as I was saying before, there have been theories around and some think that it would be beautiful if Marinette was going to change all of that and either use the wish or use her power of creation and love and make Adrien become human. Sweet in appearance, right? Not in my mind.

Now, here I need to let you know a little about my life. 9 years ago I had my first son. i was so happy, and like any mother in the world, from the second I saw the two lines on the pregnancy test i started having all those dreams about a normal life for my child, him studying, getting a diploma and a degree, finding a good job, maybe finding love in any kind or shape he chose (woman, man, alien...? whatever, as long as he's happy I don't care and I will respect his choices and love and make part of the family whoever he will decide to love), maybe if he chose to love a woman, have kids of his own...you get the drill. Two mere years later, I was faced with the massive rock on the head of a diagnosis of Autism Spectrum Disorder. I felt DEVASTATED. It took me A LOT of thought, and time, and reading about it, and talking to specialists and such to slowly starting to accept it. I still loved my son, and I've never stopped loving my son. But I had to face all stages of grief and deal with the fact that the idea of a son that I had created in my head when I saw the two lines on the stick wasn't REAL. That my son was different from what I thought he would be. I thought I had accepted it eventually and kept going on, until I was talking on the Internet with a person who was autistic, asking them how their life was, to get reassurance that maybe my son's life would be similar. And I was there telling this person that sometimes I wished that I was waking up one day and my son wasn't autistic anymore. That a magic spell could take his autism away and set him free.

That person told me off, not harshly, because he could see where I was coming from, but still told me off. We spoke for a long time and the essence of the conversation was that AUTISM IS PART OF WHAT MY SON REALLY IS. Autism isn't a parasite that has possessed my son and that needs to be cured or taken away. My son was BORN like that, and autism is the essence of his being. You can't take the autism away because you would CHANGE what my son is, you would MAKE HIM BECOME DIFFERENT. The way that he behaves, the way that he reacts, the beautiful and funny cherry bean that he is, all the things what make me LOVE him to bits, also come from the fact that he's autistic. By rejecting his autism I was REJECTING HIM, I wanted to change him. If one day he woke up and he wasn't autistic anymore he WOULDN'T BE HIMSELF anymore, he would be a different kid.

Being told that hurt me in the deepest. I got out of the conversation and had a very good thought about it that night, because I knew that this person was right. To love my son I had to accept him with all his baggage, including his autism, because his autism MADE HIM HIM.

Now you may be wondering why I'm saying all this stuff in a blog about Miraculous, taking about a cartoon character? because it's the exact same thing! Adrien is a sentimonster. That's part of his essence, it's who he is, he can't be detached from being that. If Marinette "used her love to make him become a human being" she would literally changing him. Change his essence and make him become something different.

No, I think it would be much more powerful if she didn't do that. It would be much more powerful if she was accepting him for what he was and loving him for what he was. let's say he would sacrifice himself for her and she would need to make him come back, as people say, using her power of creation and the "power of love always so strong". Wouldn't it be a fantastic message if, instead than making him become a huma being, she used her power to recreate his amok and ring and made him come back exactly like he was? And if someone (Gabriel? Félix?) told her that she was stupid, that she had had the opportunity to really make a change in his life and set him free by making him become human, she would answer saying that no, loving him by changing his essence isn't real love? That she loved and cherished him for what he really was and that meant also accepting him for being a sentimonster, and work the rest of her life to protect that, and protect him? Because he's perfect as he is, amok included, and it would mean making violence to his whole essence to change him into something that he's not? Wouldn't that make Adrien love her even more thinking that she's grown to accept him with his difference, as he really is, letting him BE who he really is, rather than doing what everybody else seems to be wanting to do and just try to make him be what THEY want him to be?

Now excuse me but I go cry in a corner. And I go nourishing this massive plot bunny that has started screaming in my dungeons since I accepted this reality, and maybe one day I will write this story, especially if this won't be the message that Miraculous will want to portray.

MIRACULOUS LADYBUG CHARACTERS REACTION TO: YOU GIVING THEM A VALENTINE

note: all characters here will be old enough to date like how they are in the show but it’s all fluff and nothing a 14 yr old Freshman wouldn’t be able to do irl,, also i went really over board with Chat Noir’s... lmk if you want more of these types of posts

links: part two

LUKA

You walked into your shared class with cyan haired boy, as you walked in Luka gave you smile and a wave. He held a guitar in his hands, as he usually comes to school early to practice a bit before class starts, you waved back and walked your way over to him, guitar in your hands, that doesn’t go unnoticed by Luka, “Oh? Care for a duet?” he jokes, strumming the strings. “A solo, actually.” you stated, he gave you his full attention, putting the guitar on the desk and his eyes locked on yours. You played the little tune you spent weeks composing; it had to be perfect for him, he always knows exactly what jingle to play for the people around him and especially you, so you wanted to return the favor, your heart and soul were laid out in every strum, string, and chord, you were vulnerable with every fret your fingers danced between, and it showed. Your song finished, but you hadn’t bothered to look up at his face, to scared of what you might see plastered on the canvas of the boy you knew you loved, your hands shook and you didn’t even know if your song had reached his heart, yet the way he stabled your trembling hands on your guitar, steadying it from dropping to the floor, and they way he pulled you into his chest, told you it tugged on his heartstrings more than you could strum, on any string, on any guitar.

ADRIEN

You were so confident you could give Adrien the poem you wrote but when you walked into Mme. Bustier’s classroom and saw the golden haired boy already had a pile of cards, candies, love letters, and chocolates to last a lifetime you slid the poem into your bag and walked right past him, taking your seat in the back of the class, missing the ‘good morning’ he told you when you walked past him. The whole day you ignored Adrien, but even sparing a glance at him reminded you of your unspoken words, as lunch started you sat in the cafeteria with an empty tray, not wanting to eat, instead looking at the poem on its sage green piece of paper. Not feeling the presence of the person behind you, you crumpled the page and dropped your head on your arms. “Why’d you do that?” you snapped your head to the voice behind you staring at bright green eyes, “That’s my valentine, right? I would’ve liked it to be in pristine condition but I guess that’s not an option anymore.” “Um, Adrien? This isn’t y-yours...” you stammered out but it was all in vain, “Then why was it addressed to me?” His voice sounded innocent at first but you heard the teasing background to it, Adrien sat down next to you put an arm around your shoulders and took the crumpled note from your hands, “It’s a beautiful poem..” he smirked softly, “..valentine.”

CHAT NOIR

as Chat Noir patrolled during the night he stumbled across a familiar balcony, your balcony, tied to the railing of your balcony were different colors of roses, ones he knew the meaning of. A lavender rose, symbolizes enchantment, and symbolizing the time you met, the last thing he said was ‘enchanté’. A pink rose, symbolizing gratitude, symbolizing the day he saved you, you bought him a pink rose that day too. An orange rose, symbolizing fascination, symbolizing the week you spent chasing after him, trying to figure out anything and everything you could about him, which resulted in you getting into many akuma attacks and almost getting hurt countless of times, it also resulted in him scolding you and telling you not to do that. A white rose resembling charm, symbolizing the day he spent protecting you from an akumatized villain who wanted to hurt you, he spent the day teasing you, and telling you jokes, and making you flustered, and calling you “ma charmante princesse”. A yellow rose, symbolizing friendship, symbolizing the time you asked him “are we friends, chaton?”. A peach rose, usually given when saying ‘thank you’, symbolizing the time you cried in his arms when you felt you weren’t good enough, and you thanked him for being there, and you thanked him for letting you cry, and you thanked him for everything you could imagine. Green rose, symbolizing balance, symbolizing the day you caught him from falling off your balcony when he got him by an akuma attack. A blue rose, signifying unattainability, for when he cried into your arms when he felt rejected by his father, when he felt like love was impossible for him to grasp, yet even though what he was crying about was a mystery to you, you let him sob. A black rose, resembling a major change, but what change, he didn’t know, but the next rose clarified what it meant, a red rose, for romance desire and love, a symbolic way of saying, ‘i love you’ this was all confirmed to him by the the dates written on the ribbon which tied the roses to the rails. When you woke up the next day, two flowers were put in place of the 10 roses you had left, a gladiolus and dahlia, symbolizing acceptance and commitment.

Easy - Eren Jaeger

Eren Jaeger x Reader - fluff, college!au

AN - If you saw me post this before, no you didn’t. But in actuality it is a repost I just changed it to second person oops. But anyway, hopefully anyone who sees it for the second time likes it again lol. 

(A part 2 and/or prequel does exist for this in my brain if anyone was ever interested!)

Song vibes: Easy by Troye Sivan ft. Kasey Musgraves

Summary - Just a pair of friends that definitely do not like each other. But leave their rooms at midnight for each other with no hesitation, and know each other’s food orders, and are low-key affectionate with each other.  A pair of friends.

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Y/N: Hey :)

Eren drags his head out of his textbook as his phone goes off. Pushing stray hairs back off his forehead and out of his eyes. His tired eyes lit slightly at the sight of your name. His fingers quickly replying

Eren: Hey u

He glances at the time, 12.03 am, he frowns, worried whyyou were awake so late. Three bubbles appear on his screen as he waits for your reply to arrive.

Y/N: U up?

Eren: I’m texting u back aren’t I?

Her reply takes slightly longer this time, and his mouth crooks up at the side, picturing the eye roll you were most definitely doing.

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streamer! eren who does not give two shits about his fangirls and will never hesitate to give them a lecture about how he’s so not interested in them and only has eyes for you <3

streamer! eren who has embrassing and teeth rooting sweet photos of the two of you as his widgets and app icons on his phone

streamer! eren who’s chat(+all his friends) never fails to tease him abt it

streamer! eren who posts daily pictures of you doing the most basic things on his public twitter just so he can show off his hot gf !!

streamer! eren who posted “GUYS Y/N POSTED THE ABSOUKETE HOTTEST PICTURE OF HERSELF AND ME SHE POSTED ME OML IM GONNA MARRY HER SHES SO CUTE AHHH I LOVE HER SNDBJRRJ” with all the typos and everything onto his public twitter on accident.. his chat is still harassing him about it

streamer! eren who is always rambling on and on about you without even knowing… no like jean will have to step in and be like “LISTEN ASSHOLE WE GET IT NOW SHUT UP ABT Y/N AND PLAY THE DAMN GAME” and erens starts hard core blushing

streamer! eren who is constantly denying his chat of streaming with you because “no guys.. shes MY girlfriend NOT yours” or he’ll be like “she’s too hot anyways so all your eyes will melt”

streamer! eren who’ll read compliments from his chat and say a genuine thanks but when you text him “i’ll be home in five can’t wait to see your ugly ass 😩 “ he’ll be blushing so hard… AND THIS HAPPENS SO OFTEN THAT HIS CHAT LITERALY KNOWS WHEN YOU TEXT HIM

streamer! eren who loses a bet and streams with you

streamer! eren who is defending him and your relationship with his life as his chat goes “hmm you sure this is your girlfriend because she’s looking a lot like mine” “please y/n step on me” “PLEASE STREAM MORE OFTEN”

streamer! eren who simply grins at his chat after you kissed him because you wanted to remind him you have eyes for him and only him

streamer! eren who is incapable of loving anyone else as much as he loves you.

Hot take but the people who makes jokes about how Shigaraki and Dabi are disgusting for not showering or taking better care of themselves really forget that:

At least 70% of Dabi's body is covered in burns and I'm saying this as someone who had relatives getting terrible burns: you have to be double careful with those injuries if you don't want one to get an infection.

One of the treatments for that shit involves daily peeling the burned parts to avoid them from getting contaminated and then apply the medication it needs.

By the way, I bet Dabi's inmune system sucks because he needs to take antibiotics constantly. I bet he's constantly getting sick. Someone buy this guy some multivitamins please. I'm worried.

For what we know, he's also having a terrible time processing food and getting the nutrients he needs to keep himself alive. His poor stomach.

But let's keep the focus.

Dabi probably cleans his wounds regularly. He needs to apply something to prevent infections, he needs to replace the staples, etc.

I actually thinks he needs to clean his clothes a lot because they can contaminate him too.

When it comes to Shigaraki, we have seen him changing outfits and dressing nicely as soon as he can. He's clothes are usually comfortable and practical.

I mean, he's wearing cut hands of real dead people not because he likes the aesthetic. There's a whole deal in the manga on those hands symbolizing his development and being directly linked to his traumas.

Really, for the people who think everything can be cured with beauty products: that's shit, pal. Emotions and traumas can generate physical responses. I think that's the case of Shigaraki's scratching, which means it won't go away just by applying some medicine. It can tone down, but won't dissappear.

The representation they give is amazing because it's very very important to understand there's a whole deal of people who doesn't have the time or the money to have perfect skin and it doesn't fucking matter. They deserve to live as much as anyone, they deserve love and appreciation and there are more people like that than there's people with precious wonderful skin care.

That's why it hurts so many people when artist just erase their scars and burn marks and scratches. They don't have to "heal" or "erase" those to be happy or live healthy.

Both Dabi and Shigaraki represent people with chronic conditions. It's more likely they'll never heal from it— well, they obviously can because this is fantasy and anything can fucking happen and be valid, but I guess you understand my point.

It's so funny how Dabi and Shigaraki were the two first to call out each other on their looks. That's recognition, buddy. They realized the other was dealing with something similar, even if subconsciously, and that's why it was okay at some level. They were okay with it.

The rest of the League just adapted. They even got scared when Bakugo blasted the hand off Shigaraki's face. It was Shigaraki who stopped them and told them it was okay at some level.

And oh my fucking God they are poor.

The conditions they live in are precarious as it's best, specially for people with wounds that are constantly reopening. I don't know if you know how poor people live but spoiler alert, they can't exactly pay for A+ treatment and psychological help and other stuff.

When you're living in such misery, small things like dyeing your hair or playing videogames can help a lot. You don't feel the need to be beautiful so other people can admire you, you don't own society shit, so you'll better do what you like if you want to find a reason to stay alive at all.

And don't even get me started on the jokes about them being incels or whatever. This is something way more personal for me but I'm tired of such complex characters being reduced to sexual matters. I couldn't care less about sex and being honest, knowing that the manga has said absolutely nothing about it, we're not even sure they do give a fuck either.

I apogize for my language.

Have a nice day.

And keep this all in mind.

MAY WE MEET AGAIN / xiao ( genshin impact ) ( LOOK, WE ARE NOT UNSPECTACULAR THINGS we've come this far, survived this much ; WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF WE DECIDED TO SURVIVE MORE? TO LOVE HARDER? ) a/n: quote by ada limón. reincarnation!au. for @bluexiao ; part of axia's secret santa event! have a wonderful & safe holiday ( ᐛ )و !!

ONE. wangshu inn has always been a temporary haven for a lone adeptus, solitude and desolation a home in the depths of a wavering heart.

( and it still wavers, xiao thinks, feeling your warmth as you stand together, but for different reasons now. )

time moves slowly with you by his side, respite found in moments lost, daybreak filling the sky with wondrous hues.

"it looks beautiful." you tell him, your fingers absentmindedly trailing along the railing of the second floor. "thank you for watching with me."

xiao does not think he can tear his gaze away from you; orange and pink hues reflected in a tenderness that resides in your eyes, and almost instinctively, his hand rests on yours in the midst of longing. his lips part, and how much he wishes to express how dear you are to him, in this moment, in a forever and always, but timidness has always gotten the best of him.

"beautiful." he murmurs. you smile at him, understanding, and he hopes that's enough for now.

wangshu inn has always been a haven for a yaksha burdened with past sins and the future of humanity, but perhaps he has found love & safety elsewhere.

TWO. xiao does not sleep much; he expects tonight to be no different. you toss and turn next to him, the sheets disheveled and in disarray. there are times where you fall asleep the moment xiao holds you, so he does, his arms wrapped around your figure in a comforting safety. but it doesn't work tonight, and your mind continues to wander a little too far, so you give up on the idea of getting rest, and give into the thoughts that continue to linger.

"xiao."

he lets out a hum of acknowledgement, senses your hesitance.

"what bothers you?"

you're not going to say it bothers you, because it doesn't-- just one of those questions that will always remained unanswered, you suppose.

"do you believe in another life?"

he pauses, and for a moment, you feel a tension in his arms. he has lived for a very long while, known those who have done the same. but it has always been the same life and never another, rebirths and reawakenings self proclaimed.

he does not know what happens once the river is crossed and the departed leave this world. perhaps there is another life; perhaps there isn't.

"i don't know." xiao muses, watching as you trace haphazard circles into his skin. "but if there is, then surely i would find you in the next."

& there is something so gentle and promising in his voice that you cannot help the tears that threaten to blur your vision. you nod, overwhelmed with a love so powerful that you believe his words to be true.

"i'd find you, too."

xiao kisses you on the forehead, mumbles a quiet goodnight against your skin.

"you would."

THREE. there are days long past & you cannot remember them. a haziness in your head and a vague grief that resides itself in a dull pain with each beat of the heart, then the feeling of absence in your existence.

you think you must have forgotten something dear to you.

you wake up alone, glance in the mirror. in your reflection there is a silhouette of a past forgotten. a fleeting feeling of yearning and loved missed.

( YOU ARE FORGETTING SOMETHING DEAR TO YOU. YOU ARE SORRY FOR THIS. )

FOUR. it is midnight and you cannot sleep again. you step out of the apartment, mind in a daze as your feet wander endlessly. you don't put much thought into where you're going; you know it's not safe, especially in the late hours, but there's something in your gut that tells you it's okay, that you should just go, that it'll be worth it in the end.

you end up on the playground, find comfort in the sway of the swing. the moonlight has always been beautiful to you. a blanket of stars that cast protection over the living, brilliant and glowing in their wake. you hope for a shooting star-- anything, something that offers the granting of a wish. because this nagging feeling of knowing that there is something more to this life is unforgiving, and you cannot ever let go of it.

the shooting star does not come, but that's okay. the stars are beautiful nonetheless.

"it's not safe to be here alone."

there is familiarity in the voice that comes from behind you. you plant both feet on the ground, stabilize yourself. the swing comes to a stop. you stand, and you wonder why you're afraid to turn around. but you do, eventually, and you see him.

( this is how you meet xiao in this life. )

FIVE. he waits with bated breath, watches as you struggle to take in the sight of him, your eyes wide, hands trembling as you take a deep breath as means to calm yourself. slowly, he approaches-- both in regards to not overwhelm you, but also in fear-- because part of him is afraid, too. afraid that he's taken too long struggling and traveling to the ends of the earth to find you. afraid that you don't recognize him, afraid that you don't remember.

the distance between you two lessens considerably. xiao's gait halts, and he waits. how terribly does he wish to hold you, to feel you in his arms again, and to know that he's with you once more. but he stands there, stagnant, afraid that this is all too overwhelming. ( he fights the urge to smile when he sees your tears forming. he is not cruel by any means, but there is something so reassuring & comforting in the confirmation of knowing that you are remembered and still loved. )

you almost want to make light of this situation-- because the idea of losing the person you love and finally meeting them again in another life seems like too much-- because this is all so much. because xiao is really here with you, only a few feet away. because you longed for him so much that your heart hurt. you almost want to tell him to hug you before you burst out in tears, but even now, there's a dull ache in the being that resides in your chest and it almost resembles guilt.

"i forgot." and the tears do come out anyway, and you can't help the sobs that escape you in overwhelming numbers. "i'm sorry, i forgot."

-- and that's when xiao moves, quick to wrap his arms around you in a i'm sorry i took so long. please don't cry. it's okay.

neither of you know how much time passes until your grief settles and the tears stop. xiao kisses them away, lips curling ever so faintly when you look at him.

"i'm sorry, xiao."

"do not apologize," he murmurs, his hand holding yours as his lips ghost against your knuckles, "i told you that i would find you, did i not?"

you finally laugh, and how wonderful it is to hear it once again.

"you did. you found me."

Okay so I was reading the prompts and got the idea for this scenario where one of the slayers happen across reader(either someone they know or a stranger) who’s been turned into a demon. They’re not hurting anyone but don’t wanna be a demon/eat people so they’re waiting for the sun to rise so they can die and (hopefully) go to heaven. Cuz they’re not attacking anyone the slayer just sort of ends up sitting with them and keeps them company, the prompts were:

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

"Just please, don't leave me."

You can decide how it ends if they die or if the slayer helps them somehow but could they be either Giyuu, Rengoku or Tanjiro? Or all of them if you wanna do little HCs I don’t mind! Sorry if you’re not comfortable with this it’s cool to ignore if you are it just got stuck in my head.

Thanks & take care x

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"If I asked you to stay, would you?" "Just please, don't leave me." | Kyojuro x Demon!Reader

Warning(s): Angst, Attempted suicide

Author's Note(s): This is such a creative scenario, Nonny. I went for Kyojuro since its kinda obvious how Giyuu and Tanjiro would react. Enjoy this oneshot.

Word Count: 971

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The midnight blue night sky was lightening up—a clear sign of the approaching dawn which Kyojuro took as his cue to head home for rest. This is the hour in which demon attacks decrease dramatically as the fiends hightail it to find shelter from the sun. Of course, a few bold ones try to get one last meal, but the empty streets and a Hashira's presence were a great deter.

Kyojuro had a meager moment to catch his breath before his crow swooped in and cawed, "Demon by the river-!" It had not even finished when Kyojuro took off in the direction of the creek that bordered the village.

It was a short distance from where he stood to watch. A turn around a street corner and Kyojuro spotted the demon perched on a boulder by the river in plain sight. He would have mistaken them for a human if not for the faint demon aura his sharpened senses detect. The demon had a splotch of drying blood around its neck, but other than that, they were well-kempt; no blood around their mouth or arms to indicate they had recently eaten.

Odd. Even odder, they faced the direction of the rising sun.

Their legs fidget with the instinct to run for cover, but they were adamant in remaining where they were. It was perfect for Kyojuro, who snuck up behind the demon, hand on his katana with the intent to slay them. That is until he finally heard their weak, shaky crying he could not pick up before with his partial deafness.

He hummed a little too loud than intended, and the demon was finally alerted to his presence. Teary cat-like eyes turned to meet his own. Their breath hitched momentarily as they registered his immense strength as a Hashira. Yet, Kyojuro swore he saw hope gleam in their eyes. Nothing like the fear he saw in all other demons.

"Stay still, demon, and this will be over!" He boomed, unsheathing his sword.

"Demon? So it is true," They bawled. "My family is dead. And I'm a demon now."

"How unfortunate." Kyojuro rose his katana to swipe at their neck, indifferent to what he assumed was the demon's attempt at gaining his pity.

The demon wept at their impending death even though—not yet known to Kyojuro—it's what they sought. Still, they turned their head up to the sky, leaving their neck wide open. That simple action is what got through to Kyojuro. He froze in place with his katana still raised above him. This demon had accepted death without even lifting a finger to defend themselves, not once.

Curiosity got the better of him. Lowering his sword and returning it to its saya, he asked, "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)," The demon answered in perplexion.

"Just (Y/n)?"

(Y/n) nodded, "I do not remember my family name. I got turned a few days ago, and I could feel my humanity disappear since then. I crave for human flesh." They clutched their chest, "I can't stand the thought of it. I must die. It's for the better."

Kyojuro was dumbfounded. His mind raced as he reviewed (Y/n) 's explanation. This is the discovery of a lifetime. A demon would rather die than wreak havoc on innocent people just to keep themselves alive. It became clear why they were so accepting of death, albeit still fearful. He would even say that (Y/n)'s consideration and fear of death made them more human than demons. His thoughts were interrupted by (Y/n) yelping as the first rays of the rising sun singed their skin.

In a swift motion, Kyojuro wrapped his arm around (Y/n)'s waist and dashed behind a building where some shade remained. "If I asked you to stay, would you?" He blurted. He promised to protect the weak, which included helping those less fortunate, and right now, (Y/n) looked like they needed someone to help guide them down the right path.

(Y/n) looked up at Kyojuro in surprise, then back at the ground and fiddled their hands in uncertainty. "Are you not a demon slayer? A Hashira, perhaps? I'm sure there is a big penalty for a slayer that harbors a demon. I would not want a kind man like you to suffer the consequences when you could be helping people more deserving of your kindness."

(Y/n) was right. There are significant consequences Kyojuro would face if he were found out; add the problem of having no place to hide them. He could not take (Y/n) to his home, or they would have his father to answer to.

Wait! That is it! Kyojuro recalled, in his youth, when his father's drunken outbursts were at their worst, he and Senjuro would hide out in the abandoned temple. It was believed to be haunted, thus has been long forgotten by the townsfolk. The perfect place to hide (Y/n). So long as they did not claim any human lives, the demon slayer corps would not be alerted to their existence.

"I have a place where you can stay, and in the meantime, I will speak to the master of the corps. He's a reasonable man. I'm sure he would gladly accept you. I do not think the others will be so easily convinced, but once you prove yourself, it will be worth it."

(Y/n) pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Okay. I'll go with you." They blushed as he gave them a vibrant smile. "Just please don't leave me."

"Well, I will have to leave to inform the master, but I won't ever abandon you. You can be sure of that. Come now. I'll take you to your new hide-out." Kyojuro took off his haori and draped it over (Y/n) to shield them from the sun—guiding them in the opposite direction of the rising sun where the temple stood.

hands.

pairing: rengoku kyoujurou x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 798

Kyoujurou has been staring at you for an awfully long time now.

Sneaking a furtive glance at him as you reach for more potato starch, you wonder what exactly is so interesting about what you’re doing: kneading mochi dough with your hands. It’s a simple, repetitive and frankly, quite boring task, so you have absolutely no clue as to why Kyoujurou has been kneeling at the entrance to the kitchen for the last half an hour just to watch you pound dough.

“Kyou,” you call out softly, and instantly Kyoujurou’s back straightens, his usual smile brightening to rival the afternoon sun outside. 

“Yes!”

“Is there…” you gesture to the kitchen around you with flour dusted fingers, brows furrowed in confusion. “Something you need from the kitchen?”

“No!”

You raise an eyebrow, chewing your bottom lip between your teeth as you try to figure out what exactly he wants. “… Something to eat?”

“No!” His bright eyes sparkle like rubies caught in the sunlight. “Carry on, please! I shan’t disturb you!”

Hesitantly, you go back to kneading at the dough, trying to remain calm while your mind fumbles through a hundred and one possibilities in its panic. What does he want? Is he perhaps hungry? Are you kneading the mochi wrong? 

Five minutes of intense staring later, you finally give up on trying to focus on your task and turn around to face Kyoujurou sternly. “Kyoujurou.”

He springs to attention the second you call his name. “Yes! What do you need!”

“Kyou, I don’t know why you’ve been here the entire time, but I can’t concentrate if you keep staring at me like that.” You chide softly, and Kyoujurou blinks up at you owlishly with those honest amber eyes. Then his shoulders slump forward ever so slightly, and you start to panic. “Was I… a disturbance?”

“No, no!” You try to rectify your mistake as quickly as possible, kneeling in front of him so that you are eye to eye with the Flame Pillar. “I just want to know what you’re doing here, that’s all.”

“Oh! That!” His smile turns a hint more awkward, and his fingers grip the fabric of his pants tightly. “I simply wanted to watch you make mochi! Kochou said that it is a relaxing activity, and would be a good thing to do when I am not hunting demons!”

“Ahh… so that’s why.” You say, but can’t help the little twinge of disappointment in you. Turning around, you reach for the bowl of potato starch once more to hide the expression on your face. “Well, I suppose you could shift a little closer to watch-”

“You also have very beautiful hands!”

At his words, you fumble with the bowl and very nearly drop it on the ground, wheeling around to stare at Kyoujurou with wide eyes. His expression hasn’t changed the least, but the only difference is that his cheeks are now a bright shade of fuchsia. “Umm… what did you just say?”

“I said, you have very beautiful hands!” Kyoujurou repeats himself, his words almost a shout - and you hear a tiny quaver in his voice. His eyes are decidedly focused on the wall behind you. “If you would allow, I would like to hold them!”

You stare at him a few moments more, mouth moving soundlessly as you try to find the right words to answer him. “You… want to hold… my hands?”

Kyoujurou’s so red you’re afraid steam might start escaping his ears. “Uzui said that it would be more prudent to confess in a roundabout way, in case you did not feel the same!”

At the mention of the Sound Pillar’s name, you finally let out a tiny laugh and Kyoujurou looks at you in surprise. You’re going to kill that big idiot the next time you see him. “This is all Uzui’s fault, isn’t it?” You reach out to take Kyoujurou’s hands directly in yours, wrapping your fingers gently around his. The Flame Pillar shivers, and you hear the slight hitch in his breath. “Then, I’ll trouble you to keep holding them for me, Kyo.”

At your words, Kyoujurou looks at you in surprise for a moment, before his smile widens to the point where he shines so bright it almost hurts your eyes. His bigger hands cradle yours gently, as if you’re the most precious thing in the world. “Yes! I surely will!”

He beams at you for a few moments more before you look down at your conjoined hands and let out a soft noise of surprise. “Ahh… I got starch all over your hands. Let me get a cloth, I’ll wipe it off-”

Before you can pull away from him, however, he tugs you back to him with a bright smile. 

“I’m never letting this hand go!”

KIBUTSUJI MUZAN - BREEDING KINK HEADCANONS

╰┈➤ Trigger warning: NSFW, Mention of creampie and breeding duh. This is a repost. 

⚠️Minors fuck off ⚠️Minors fuck off ⚠️Minors fuck off  ⚠️Minors fuck off ⚠️

♡ Muzan lived for the longest time. He fucks anyone and everyone. He has his own urges and gotta relieved himself in one way or another.

♡ Protection is not a thing for him. Demons cannot impregnate each other or humans or so knocking someone up was never on his mind. 

♡ So was his hidden kink. 

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