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I feel like Sukuna is the type to have a daughter with her mom's angelic looks and her father's power and personality haha. Can I ask for some cute scenarios of them please? 🙏
Hello!
This was such a cute idea! I couldn't think of anything good, but I came up with some stuff. However, if I do come up with more, I'll definitely tag you!
Like Daughter, Like Father
IMAGINE: LIKE DAUGHTER, LIKE FATHER
GENRE: FLUFF
cw: not proof read. mention of blood and killing
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Everyone thinks that Sukuna would have a son, and spend most of his time with his son.
However, the universe decided to bless him with a daughter instead.
And she definitely took her mom’s looks. An exact copy and paste.
Like an angel sent straight down to heaven. If you took one look at her, she looked so innocent and peaceful.
However, anyone that spent time with her knew that she was just like her daddy.
In fact, you knew that she was going to be such a daddy’s girl when she said her first word. Well, more like shouted.
Sukuna was about to leave to walk around another village, leaving you and your daughter at the castle.
You could tell that she was getting upset by her wiggling movements and grabby hands towards her father.
However, that didn’t really stop Sukuna. What came out of your daughter's mouth next definitely made him stop.
“Daddy!” She shouts and Sukuna stops. His body was slightly tense, like he was processing what he just heard.
His little girl, shouting his name. Almost like she was beckoning him over. His brain was telling him that no one tells him what to do. But his heart and body was telling him something different. He couldn’t just walk away from his child.
He turns around, a bit surprised with the look on her face.
Her eyebrows were furrowed, lips turned into a pout and she was glaring at him.
“Awe, you said your first words.” You coo at her.
“Daddy.” She says again, but more stern.
“Ooh, sounds like someone is mad.” You start to tease.
Sukuna rolls his eyes and walks back over to you and his daughter.
He takes her from you, her body being enveloped in his arms. Any child would probably be scared to be held by him. But she wanted it. She wanted to stick right by his side.
“Daddy.” She says again.
“Tch, what do you want, brat?”
Her glare just hardens and you laugh.
“Oh, this is too good. Looks like you’re spending the day with her.”
You were amused with how much your daughter is like Sukuna. She always sported a serious look on her face and she glared at every single person that she didn’t know. Sure, she took your looks. But she stole his whole personality.
“Huh?” Sukuna looks at you a bit shocked as you start to leave the room.
“Make sure to bring her back alive.”
Your daughter wasn’t even paying attention to you as you left. All of her attention is on her daddy, already planning on how to make his life harder.
***********
“Where is that brat?” Sukuna mumbles as he walks through the hallways. His steps were a bit faster than usual, as he looked for his daughter. She for some reason thought it was a good idea to play hide n seek even though Sukuna said no.
However, she wasn’t going to take no for an answer. Now Sukuna is slightly stressed out as he looks for the tiny half human/curse.
“If you don’t come out, your mother is going to kill me.”
It was silent for a couple of minutes, and then he heard the teeny tiny patter of feet coming towards him.
He turns around, looking down at his daughter.
His eyes widened seeing that she was covered in red. His brain immediately goes to the worst. He walks up to her, bending down to her level.
“Kill?” She repeats.
“Yes. Kill. Something that your mother is going to do if you did something bad.” He mumbles as he inspects her for any cuts or wounds.
He was relieved seeing that it wasn’t her blood. His thumb smudges at one of the red stains, bringing it to his mouth.
“Cranberries?”
“Cwanbewies.” She repeats with a large smile on her face.
Sukuna lets out a sigh of relief.
“Where did you even get cranberries?”
“Kitchen.”
Sukana nods his head.
“Wait, how did you get in there? What about the servants?”
She’s silent for a moment, like she's thinking about her answer.
“Kill.” She says.
“You kill?” He asks and she nods her head with a proud look on her face.
She didn’t exactly know how to communicate that the servant got in the way of her cranberries. She just simply got rid of the obstacle.
Sukuna looks down and sees that there is indeed blood staining the bottom of her yukuta.
Sukuna smiles, proud of her actions.
Then, you popped into his head. You were the exact opposite of these two. And he already knows that you would not be happy.
“Okay, don’t tell mom.”
“Tell mom?”
“No.”
“I tell mom.”
“I just said no.”
“Mom!”
“Shut it!”
“No, you.”
Sukuna covers her mouth, his hand covering most of her face.
He stands up, picking her up in the process.
He looks around, looking for any sign of you.
He was relieved that you didn’t hear what was going on.
“Listen. You don’t say a word, and I’ll get you your favorite chocolate.”
Her eyes lit up and she nodded her head.
“Alright, good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
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Sukuna with a S/O who has a sweet tooth/Loves eating sweets ?? :00
Like imagine most of the time they go on a date it's basically just reader and him going to different shops trying out desserts and sweets
Hello! Sorry it took me awhile! I got busy with work and my new class had just started. I decided to add some more to this. I hope you like it!!
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Sweet Tooth
IMAGINE: SWEET TOOTH~ SUKUNA X READER
FEAT: GOJO
GENRE: FLUFF
cw: modern au! implied female reader, sukuna calls your woman. not proof read.
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Whenever Sukuna took you out, you would make him stop for a sweet treat. It could be for the slightest thing. Groceries? Sweet treat. Getting gas? Sweet treat?
You will use any excuse to get sweet treats.
This time, there was no real reason to convince Sukuna that you needed a sweet treat. Only that there was a new café opening up. Taking a quick glance at what would be on their menu, you already decided that you needed to go. It had most of your favorite pastries and drinks.
“Please, Sukuna.” You pleaded to your boyfriend with your hands clasped together. You had asked him to take you, but you knew how much he didn’t care for places like that. He didn’t like the options they provided; they always smelled so sweet. And it sometimes stuck to his clothes.
Sukuna has already decided to go with you, though. He would do anything for you. However, that didn’t mean he wouldn’t make it easy for you. He loved to see you like this.
“Please, I’ll make it worth your while.”
Sukuna smirks at your words.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Your face lit up at his words, “so does that mean you’ll take me?”
“Yeah, brat.”
“Yay! Thank you!” You say while wrapping your arms around his ample shoulders.
Sukuna chuckles, squeezing you tight in return.
When the time came, Sukuna couldn’t believe he agreed to something like this. Since the place was pretty new, there were a lot of people. The theme was coquette, which Sukuna wasn’t fond of.
Sukuna settled with matcha mochi and coffee. In contrast, you had the most sickening sweets in front of you.
When Sukuna looks at all of it, his stomach almost churns in disgust. But when he sees you gleam at the desserts and take happy bites, it erases his dislike for the sweet treats. He would spend hours in places like this to see your happy face.
“What’s so great about these treats anyway?” Sukuna asks you.
You were about to answer, but someone interrupted you. Someone that neither of you wanted to see.
“Ooh, can I have some of that?” You look up to see the bright blue-eyed man named Gojo.
“Ugh, no get away.” You say while shoving him away.
“Awe, come on.” He pouts at you.
Sukuna frowns at seeing Gojo. “Get away from (y/n).”
Gojo’s eyes flicker over to the brooding man. His arms were crossed as he glared at Gojo.
An annoying smirk now sits on his face, “why? Scared I might take her away?”
Sukuna’s hand slams down on the table, and your face twists disgustingly.
“Oh my god.. You’re so embarrassing niisan.” You whisper to Gojo, but Sukuna hears it.
The anger slowly dissipates from his body, and confusion fills his head.
“Brother?” He mumbles.
“What? I can’t protect my little sister?”
While the two of you bicker, Sukuna glances back and forth.
Gojo and you didn’t look alike. Not a single feature looked the same. Some things are similar, like the hyper personality… and the major sweet tooth.
“Well, I got to go. Thanks.” Gojo says after taking a bite of one of your cakes.
He gives you a smug look before waving bye.
“Ugh,” You groan before turning to Sukuna, “I’m sorry about him.”
“Why didn’t you tell me he was your brother?”
You look at him in confusion, “I didn’t?”
Sukuna gives you a look, “I think I would remember something like that.”
“Huh, sorry. I guess it just slipped.”
“How does something like that slip?”
You purse your lips, “well whenever I’m not around him… I just seem to not worry about him. You know?”
Sukuna looks at you, a bit confused, which means you will explain it further.
“Satoru and I aren’t full siblings. Same mom but different dads. But Gojo has always been the golden child. Everything is about him. He always got everything he wanted, but me? I was lucky to even be in the same room as him.” You chuckle while shaking your head.
“So, it’s nice not having him around. I can do whatever I want without him around.”
Sukuna nods, “and have whatever you want as well.”
You smile at his words, “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”
Sukuna scoffs, “of course I’m right, woman.”
You laugh and shake your head. “It wasn’t long ago that I discovered my love for sweets. I never got sweets as a child, since Satoru hogged them all.”
Sukuna smiles at you and leans forward. He grabs a napkin, wiping some of the icing away from the corner of your lips, “that just means I’ll have to spoil you more than.”
Your face turns pink at his words and actions.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
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heyy!! i just wanted to say that i hope you are doing well! i love ur posts and im concerned at how underrated u are u don’t understand!! 🥹
Hey anon!
I hope you are doing well!
I am doing good, thank you for asking! Thank you for your support and love. I really appreciate it!
I usually just write for fun and use it as an escape from reality, so I don't mind if I'm underappreciated I am. However, I always appreciate the love and support.
Thank you!
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Heir (2)
IMAGINE: HEIR~ SUKUNA X WIFE!READER
GENRE: FLUFF
cw: sukuna is a bit ooc. f!reader. true form sukuna. not proof read
If you haven't read the first part, here it is:
Heir.
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As months went by, your stomach got bigger and rounder. Your back was certainly hurting, feet aching, and a constant need to go pee.
You almost hated every second of it.
If it wasn’t for the fact you were bringing life into the world, you would’ve hated every second of it.
Someone that was almost more excited than you was your lover, Sukuna. He was dead set on the baby being a boy. He was so excited to raise a boy to create a future heir.
He even already picked out a name for him. Akumu, not a common name but it was one that Sukuna liked and it was set.
However, you had a feeling that you were having a daughter. But, Sukuna was not hearing any of that. But just in case, you picked out a name just in case it was a girl. You wanted to have a similar vibe that Sukuna wanted so you chose Yumekui.
You were very close to your due date and you were extremely nervous. You felt like you weren’t ready. You felt the nursery wasn’t ready or that things weren’t baby proofed enough.
That’s why you paced around the castle, trying to get things ready. You didn’t care that your feet ached and your back was crying for help. All you cared about was making sure that everything was ready and perfect for the baby.
You know who did care? Sukuna. He didn’t like how you are constantly on your feet, pacing around and just being worried in general.
“Woman.” Sukuna calls out once he finds you wandering the halls.
You turn to him, already knowing you’re about to get scolded.
“You should be resting.”
You pout a little, “but do you see that over there?” You say while pointing to an area where a sharp corner was protruding.
Sukuna follows your finger, “yeah. What about it?”
“What if the baby hurts themselves from that?”
Sukuna rolls his eyes, “you’re being paranoid. Our son will be strong. A corner is not going to harm him.”
There’s that word again. Son. You often thought about what his reaction would be if it was a daughter instead. Would he be mad? Would he kick the both of you out? Would he kill the child? All these negative thoughts clouded your mind daily.
That’s why when the time came, you really didn’t want Sukuna in the room- just the midwives.
However, Sukuna wanted to be in the room with you and no one was really going to defy his orders.
Sukuna was being super supportive though during the whole process. He held your hand and let you squeeze as hard as you wanted, even though it felt like a little pinch to him. He also kept a clean towel to wipe the sweat off of you. Even the sly cursing didn’t affect him.
The process felt like hours and you were sure you looked like a hot mess.
Sukuna didn’t care though. In his eyes you were still the most beautiful woman.
You could feel the baby coming through and it was only confirmed by the midwife when she said the head was crowning and you only needed to do a couple more pushes.
You were happy to hear that as you started to feel more tired and weak with every second that passed by.
Finally, you heard the sound of an infant crying. Relief washed through your body. Until you heard the words you didn’t want to hear.
“Congratulations. It’s a girl.”
You felt Sukana’s grip on your hand loosen until he completely lets go of your hand.
You could feel your heart drop and your skin paled. You wanted to grab the baby before Sukuna did. But you were too weak to sit up correctly.
“W-wait..” Your voice only came out as a whisper as your back hit the bed.
“I want..” You couldn’t speak anymore as your head lolled to the side. You could feel a midwife trending to your side.
The last thing you saw was the midwife holding the child and Sukuna walking up to the child. You could see the subtle frown on his face as he looked down at the small baby. After that, your vision went black as you went into a peaceful slumber.
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Everything felt sore. Extremely sore. It took you a minute to come to your senses. But when you remember your situation, you sit up. Hoping to find your daughter safe and sound.
However, what you saw was the last thing you expected.
Your daughter was swaddled, in the crib sound asleep.
What shocked you even more was Sukuna. The man who said who wanted a son, stood at the crib admiring his child.
His large body was bent over so his arms were crossed and leaning against the edge. His head was tilted to the side and resting on his arms. You would have never guessed you would see a sight like this. He looked almost… soft. All though, you would never say that to him.
Sukuna heard the rustling of the sheets causing him to sit up a little.
“I’m glad you’re awake.” He says and you nod your head.
“Are you mad?” You softly ask him.
“Why would I be mad?”
“You know… for having a daughter. Not a son, like you wanted.”
Sukuna laughs, but not too loudly to wake the baby.
Sure, he was a bit upset when he heard that it was a girl. But as soon as her eyes opened, the same red color as his, he swore he could feel his heart stop.
The cries were weak and pathetic in his opinion. However, when the midwife handed her over to him, her cries stopped.
The baby looked up at him with wonder and she showed him a gummy smile.
Sukuna would never tell you that as soon as her cries stopped he started to love the child.
“No. She’s so small. I decided that having a daughter isn’t too bad.”
You chuckle at his answer and peer over the crib, getting a good look at your daughter.
Even though she was a few hours old, you could tell that she was Sukuna’s daughter. You could only imagine what she would look like when she gets older.
“She looks just like you.” You mutter, a little upset that you carried her for so long and she came out looking like her father.
“Of course she does. My genetics are strong.”
“Hmm, we’ll see with the next baby.”
Sukuna grins at your words, “the next baby? Already planning for another?”
“Wait, wait,” you giggle while holding your hand up, “I don’t mean that just yet. I still have to heal.”
Sukuna hums, silently agreeing.
“Next time, it’ll be a boy. I’ll make sure of it.”
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English Teacher (2)
IMAGINE: ENGLISH TEACHER X READER PT. 2
FEAT: MEGUMI, YUJI, NOBARA
GENRE: FLUFF
cw: not proof read. slight cussing- like once i think.
italics means they are speaking in English.
a/n: i really tried to get this out on thursday, but work was completely wiping me out!
Here’s part 1 if you haven’t read it!
English Teacher
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“Megumi, I need you to tutor me.”
Megumi turns his head and gives his teacher, Gojo Satoru, a dirty look.
I mean, why is a teacher asking their student to tutor them?
“What do you want?”
“I want to learn how to speak English.”
Megumi scoffs, already knowing the reason why he wants to learn English.
“It’s not the reason you think. You know, it’s important that we get along… as co-workers.”
Megumi just stares at him. Knowing full well that he did not want to get along with the new teacher for the sake of a positive work environment.
However, he knew that if he denied his wishes of learning English, then Gojo would bother him to no end.
“Fine.” He mutters and Gojo's grin almost splits his face in half.
So, Megumi spent his whole evening teaching and practicing how to speak English.
*******
The next morning, Gojo walks into the teacher lounge so confident with a little pack of flashcards in his hand.
He was able to spot you easily as you were sitting at a desk, going over some papers then writing something on another sheet of paper.
Gojo takes a deep breath, going over his flashcards one last time before heading to where you were sitting.
“Hello.”
You hear the heavy accent with his ‘hello’ causing you to smile a little.
Megumi had told you what was going on earlier… and you couldn’t help but find it a bit endearing. And it doesn’t help that Gojo talks about you while you’re in the room.
You decided to not tell Gojo that you can in fact speak Japanese. The students knew about this too to make sure they wouldn’t spoil your fun.
You wanted to see how far Gojo was willing to go, just to talk to you.
You place the pen down, turning your full attention to him.
“Hello, you’re Gojo Satoru. Right?”
Gojo’s eyes widen when he hears you speak his name. He loves how you say his name.
“Uh… yes.” “Nice to finally meet you.”
You stick your hand out for him to shake and he looks at it in confusion.
You smile at him then put your hand down, “sorry. I forgot, it’s different here.”
Gojo blinks at you, trying to process what you said. However, it wasn’t clicking in his head. So he just nods his head and looks down at one of his flashcards.
You peer over, trying to see what he has written down. You smile a little seeing a different handwriting in Japanese, and you recognize Megumi’s handwriting in English.
“What is… your name?”
You find it funny how blunt he sounds.
“(L/n) (Y/n). But you can call me (y/n).” You point to yourself while you said (y/n), hoping that he picks up the cue to call you by your first name.
“(y/n),” he repeated and you nod your head, “what a pretty name.”
You had to fight off the growing blush on your face.
Gojo flips over to the next flashcard.
“Eh… how… you do?”
“I’m good, thank you. How are you doing this morning?”
Gojo hums a little bit while looking down at his flashcards.
“What… like do?”
You tilt your head to the side, wondering what he was asking. You also wondered if he just wrote questions to ask and not any to answer.
“Can I see those?” You point to the flashcards and his eyes widen for a second.
“This?”
“Yes.” You hold out your hand, signaling for him to put the flashcards in your hands.
You could see the hint of nervousness in his eyes, “it’s okay.”
Gojo places the white flashcards in the palm of your hand, and your suspicions were proved correct. There were only questions on here.
You peer up at him to see that he had a little pout on his face and he was looking away. You could see the slightest pink on the tips of his ears… and it was honestly cute.
You look back down at the flashcards and see little notes on how to pronounce things. You could see that he was actually trying which flattered you a bit. This man, who could be quite childish in nature, was trying to learn your language just to talk to you.
You smile up at him, “did Megumi help you?”
Gojo looks at you a bit confused, “Megumi?” He asks.
“Yeah,” you hold up the flashcards and he finally gets it. So, he nods his head.
Suddenly a timer goes off on your phone, signaling that you should be heading over to the classroom.
Gojo looks over at your phone, wondering why it was going off.
You turn off the timer and grab your things, “Time to go to class.”
You turn back to Gojo, the flashcards still in your hands, “here. Let’s go.”
Gojo watches you in confusion. He was trying to process the fast words you were speaking and it was honestly giving him a headache. The best way he could describe it, is if he was listening to a SIM character speak really fast. Made no sense, but it meant something.
You were at the door, and you turned back around to see that Gojo was still standing there.
You wave your hand to motion him to follow you.
That he understood.
Gojo was quick to follow your footsteps. He keeps glancing down at you, wondering what to say. But he didn’t know how to say it in English, and it was quite frustrating to him.
“Teach me.” He suddenly says, causing you to stop in the hallway.
You look up at him, and you can tell that he was being serious about this.
Gojo Satoru, the all powerful, was putting all of his pride away to ask someone to teach him something. You felt a certain tug in your heart, but you didn’t know exactly what it meant.
“Come with me.”
You continue to head towards the classroom, where your three students were waiting for you.
Yuji’s head pops up, upon seeing his two teachers.
“Gojo-sensei what are you doing here?”
“What, I can’t be in my own classroom?”
Megumi sighs, and rolls his eyes.
“It’s English class.” Nobara says.
You smile at your students, “Students.” You say and Gojo looks over at you in shock.
“I want you to meet our new student.” You say and motion over to the desks.
Yuji starts snickering, and Nobara bursts out laughing. Megumi’s eyes widened hearing this. He didn’t think this would happen.
“Wait! You could speak Japanese this whole time?!” Gojo asks you and you just shrug.
“A little. Now head over to your desk.”
Gojo scoffs at himself, “a little my ass.” He mutters but you still hear him.
“Hey, we won’t use that language in the classroom.”
“But it’s my classroom.”
“Not right now. It’s mine. And we’re learning English. You’re the one who said who wanted to learn English. Remember?”
Gojo is stumped because less than two minutes ago, he was telling you to teach him English.
“That’s interesting…” Megumi says, “coming from someone who said that they didn't want to waste their time with English.”
“When did I say that? I’m here, learning right now. Aren’t I?... also you're flashcards sucked.”
Megumi just frowns at Gojo, choosing not to engage with him anymore.
"I thought it was adorable."
Gojo walks over to the desk, sitting down next to Yuji with a small smirk on his face.
“Plus, I wouldn’t mind someone like you as my teacher.”
His little comment makes you a bit flustered, but you quickly recover.
“Alright, we’re going to pick up where we left off…” you then start your lesson, hoping that Gojo doesn’t just gaze at you and actually pay attention to your lesson.
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*slides a big crispy 20 dollars* hey Nova! Could I request a part II for the Gojo Satoru "English Teacher" imagine? So, Satoru tries to speak english with the teacher and wasn't really successful with it, but they appreciate the efforts and is actually quite charmed with his actions. Hope you have a nice day! :)
Hello!
Thank you for the 20 :))
Part II for "English Teacher" is something that I'm actually working on right now. So it'll be out shortly. You have an even better day ! <3
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Welcome Home
IMAGINE: WELCOME HOME ~ NANAMI X F!READER
GENRE: ANGST/FLUFF
cw: shibuya spoilers. mention of death. f!reader. uses of (y/n). she/her pronouns used. non-proof read.
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When his eyes opened, he was a bit confused to find himself on the beach. He wondered how he got here. He doesn’t exactly remember his trip to the beach.
The last thing he remembered was Shibuya station… oh right…
Nanami sighs, a slight frown on his face as he looks down at his bare feet.
The sand felt warm against his feet and he couldn’t help but let his muscles relax. Let everything in his body relax for once. He wasn’t exerting himself, he wasn’t stressed, and he didn’t have a heavy pressure in his head.
The frown slowly started to ease on his face because he felt at peace, content at where he was now.
The waves from the ocean wash over his feet, the sand below him shifting. It was paradise.
Nanami turns his head, eyes catching a cottage that was a few meters away.
The cottage was a one story, pale yellow house with a patio up front. There was a white picket fence wrapped around the front with luscious green plants that decorated the area.
Some chairs with cushions littered the patio with lights hung above it.
No one was around, none that he could see. So he took it upon himself to enter the cottage.
The inside was clean, but still looked comfortable and lived in. With each step he took, the sound of his footsteps reverberated throughout the cottage.
If this was the afterlife, he could get used to this.
When he steps into the main living area, his eyes widen seeing someone sitting in a single chair next to the window. Their legs were pulled up and leaning to the side with a book in their hands.
Upon hearing the footsteps, the person looked up and he couldn’t believe his eyes.
“(y/n)?”
She smiles when she hears his voice, “Kento.”
She closes her book, and sets it to the side. Her attention now fully on him. She was having mixed feelings on him being here. She thought it was too early for him to be here, but she couldn’t do anything to change the fact.
Tears started to well up in Nanami’s eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He didn’t think he would ever see her again after her accident.
Nanami didn’t say anything. Instead, he takes large strides towards her as she stands up.
Once she was within arms reach, he pulled her into his chest. His arms wrapped tightly around her, almost like he was afraid to let go of her.
In reality, he wanted to make up for all the lost time together. All the missed mornings together, all the missed date nights, all the petty arguments, all the secret exchange of love words. But now… now it seems like he has all the time in the world. And he wasn’t going to miss a single second of it.
Nanami pulls back a little, so he could get a better look at her face. She hasn’t aged since the accident, staying at the young age of twenty four. He still found her beautiful, even after all the years of not seeing her.
“Is this heaven?” He asks.
“Now it is.” (y/n) replies.
Nanami grins at her words, leaning down to capture her lips with his own.
Her lips were smooth against his. The kiss full of passion of love, the one that made (y/n) weak in her knees and her heart skip a beat.
(y/n) pulls back with a love struck look on her face. She raises her hand, the palm of her cheek stroking the side of his cheek.
“Welcome home, my love.”
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Brawn
IMAGINE: BRAWN~ ZORO X READER
GENRE: FLUFF
cw: non-established relationship. slight cussing. not proof read.
a/n: when I found out that zoro's chest size is 110 cm. i was baffled... and i honestly wish i can just lay my head on his chest. to put things in perspective, 110 cm is about a 38DD.
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It was no secret that Zoro was a big man. Standing at 181 cm and weighing around 90 kg. Most of it being pure muscle.
It doesn’t help that he would sometimes walk around shirtless, and there was something that kept grabbing your attention… his chest.
You often wondered how big his chest was. So you kept looking at his chest because they looked so squishable and you really just wanted to lay your head on his chest. You bet that they would be a great pillow.
However, your staring was as discreet as you thought it was. He had caught you staring and he was a bit confused. With a bit of thinking, he figured out that you were staring at his chest. Which definitely boosted his ego. So whenever he caught you staring he would subtly flex them. He even started walking around shirtless more often.
About a week of this went by until he finally confronted you about it.
“Hey, why do you keep staring at me?” He suddenly asks when you’re alone.
Your eyes widen at the sudden question. It was unprompted which threw you off guard.
Your face turns into a pinkish color while you try to avoid eye contact with him. If he knew that you were staring at his muscles, you knew you would never hear the end of it.
After a minute of silence Zoro speaks up again, “see something that you like?”
You look at him in disbelief, “when did you become so bold?”
Zoro opens his mouth but you wave him off, “you know what. Don’t answer that.”
Zoro just smirks, resting his chin on the palm of his hand, “well?”
You pout a little, “I rather not say.”
“I’ll keep bothering you until you tell me.”
You look at him, seeing that he is being completely serious.
“Ugh, fine. I’ve been staring at-” You motion at his chest, “they just look so… so comfortable. It’s not fair.”
“I know.”
Your eyes widen, “what? You already knew? About me staring?”
He nods his head.
“Ugh, why did you even ask me?”
“Because I wanted to hear you say it out loud.”
“You’re an asshole!”
His smirk turns into a grin, “at least I have a bigger chest than you.”
You gasp, “that’s not fair! I’ll let you know that my chest is a normal size for my body.”
His eyes flicker down for a split second, but you still caught it. “Yeah, right.”
“Hey!” You shout while pushing his shoulder playfully.
Zoro just laughs at your reaction, “if you ever want to do more than looking at them, just let me know.”
Your mouth falls agape as Zoro walks away. You didn’t even know that Zoro was capable of saying something like that. You’re glad he couldn’t see you because your face was now a tomato red.
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Dunno if you take request, but I just read the sukuna x reader tiled 'Heir'and I have to know... is it possible to write a part 2 where they have a daughter?
Im hungry for more domestic Sukuna-
Hello!
Yes, I am taking requests. I would love to write this!
I love domestic Sukuna, so I'll look for any excuse to write domestic Sukuna.
When it's done, I'll tag you!
Thank you :)
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Heir
IMAGINE: HEIR ~ SUKUNA X WIFE!READER
GENRE: FLUFF
cw: sukuna is a bit ooc. fem!reader. not proof read. set in the heian era. true form sukuna.
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If someone were to tell Sukuna that in some years that he would have a wife, he would laugh at them… and then kill them.
But here he was, thinking about how his beautiful wife looked with a small bump on her tummy. It’s all he could think about really. Ever since he found out his wife is pregnant, his view of the world changed.
Sure, he still thinks that humans were lowly disgusting vile, but the world seemed like a better place with you and his future child in it.
His every day activities seemed a little less fun now, and all he thought about was getting back home to his wife.
After a day full of people worshiping him and some killing, he made his way back to his castle. Where his wife should be patiently waiting for him.
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“What do you think you’re doing?” You hear the deep voice of your husband call out causing you to jump a little.
He had found you in a different room. It was bare at first, but you were starting to add things to the room.
You were working on a traditional crib for the baby, having different silks laid out in front of you to choose.
It was a bit early to start getting ready for the baby, but you were too excited.
You turn to look at him. He towered over you, with his four arms crossed as he looked at you with a disappointed look.
“I just want to make sure that the baby’s room is going to be perfect.” You say turning back to the silks.
Sukuna hums, sitting down next to you while observing the objects in front of you.
“How long have you been doing this?”
You shrug, “not that long.”
“You could always have the servants do this, you know? You shouldn’t be working so hard.”
“Yeah, I know. I just feel like if I do this myself, it feels more special.”
Sukuna breathes out a happy breath, leaning his chin on one of his fists. He knew that you would make a great mother. Someone that is nurturing, and he knows that his future son will be loved and taken care of.
“Still, you should be taking care of yourself. It’s important that you and our son are completely healthy.”
You perk up hearing the word ‘son’.
“Son? It’s a bit too early to know the gender.”
Sukuna just smirks, eyeing you up and down. “Trust me, I know it’s going to be a boy.”
You laugh, “oh yeah? How so?”
He points at your belly, “It’s lower. A low stomach means it’s going to be a boy.”
Your eyes widen and you look away from him in disbelief.
“Where did you even hear that? I didn’t know you believed in old wives tales anyway.”
“It’s not an old wives tale if it’s the current talk.”
“The current talk? What, are you gossiping with the local ladies now?” You laugh at the idea of Sukuna gossiping causing him to frown.
“Whatever woman. What they say is true.”
“Okay, we’ll see.”
"I don't want you working on this room by yourself anymore. I have to be here to help you, okay?"
You nod your head, a bit happy that Sukuna came up with a quick compromise.
"Sound good to me. You can do all the heavy lifting."
Sukuna nods, then points at one of the silks that are laid out in front of you. It was a darker colored one, something that you knew he would like.
“This one. It’ll be great for our son.”
You decide not to comment on the son thing again.
With a smile, you pick it out and put it to the side.
Pushing your hands on the ground, you start to get up from the ground.
“What are you doing?”
“I have to use the bathroom.” You say.
However, Sukuna gets up faster than you. He gently picks you up, carrying you bridal style.
“I can walk by myself.” You tell him with a small smile.
You appreciate that Sukuna doted on you like this, but you don’t know how long you would be able to babied like this.
“When I’m around, you’re not doing a single thing. You understand?”
With a content sigh, you relax in his arms. Head resting on his shoulder, hearing the faint sound of his heartbeat.
“Yes, my beloved, I understand.”
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English Teacher
IMAGINE: ENGLISH TEACER ~ GOJO X READER
FEAT: MEGUMI, NOBARA, YUJI.
GENRE: FLUFF
cw: italics means they are speaking in english. not proof read.
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“Gojo-sensei, why are we getting an English teacher again?” Yuji asks his teacher as all four of them sit in their homeroom.
Gojo leans back into his chair, feet kicked up against the desk. He didn’t really care about this topic since it didn’t benefit him at all. He had no interest in meeting a new teacher. Especially one who only spoke English.
“Hell if I know.”
“Eh?”
Megumi rolls his eyes, not really surprised by his teacher's lack of answer. Megumi turns to his classmates, “we’re getting an English teacher because there have been reports of curses in other areas other than Japan. So they’re saying it’s important that we get along with sorcerers from other countries. That’s why we’re learning English. So we can communicate.”
Gojo inwardly scoffs to himself. If they wanted to get along, maybe they should learn how to speak Japanese instead. Well that was his thought process of it, and somewhat right about it. However, it was also a cover that he didn’t learn English that well either.
“Why do you know this?” Yuji asks.
“Yaga-sensei filled me in since Gojo-sensei failed to show up.”
“Ugh, that sounds like him.” Nobara chirps up.
Gojo drastically sighs, ready to complain about how his students think so little of him. However, the bell rings and he shoots up out of his seat. An annoying grin on his face, “well! That’s my cue to leave. So much to do today. Anyway, have fun~” He sings before flashing out of the room.
A minute later, the door slides open and an unknown person enters the room.
It didn’t take long for them to figure out it was their new English teacher. However, they weren’t expecting you.
They were expecting an old man who was going to read them boring books.
Instead, they were met with a young teacher who had a lot of pep in their step. They carried a bag and a cup in their hand.
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“Hello!” You say while placing your things down on the desk. You didn’t see their homeroom teacher in sight, which meant that he already left.
You were already warned about him… how he could be a bit annoying at times. However, you were a trained teacher so you knew how to deal with childish people.
“My name is Ms. (L/n), and I will be your English teacher. I hope we learn a lot together.”
You eye the three students in front you. Two of them were wearing a dumbfounded look on their faces. You found it a bit amusing.
One student with black spiky hair, who you could already tell that he was the most sensible one of the group.
“As you know, this is an English class. So we will only be speaking English, do you understand?”
The two students turned to the black haired boy. “What did she say?” They both ask him.
“She’s telling us that we can only speak English.” He answers.
He turns back to you, “yes ma’am.” He answers you and the two other students hesitantly repeat after him.
You smile with a nod, “great. Let’s start with introductions. Start with your name and something that you like. You can start first.” You tell the black haired boy.
He nods, standing up from his chair.
The other two students look at him with wide eyes, interested to hear him.
“My name is Megumi Fushiguro. I’m a second grade sorcerer, and I like to read nonfiction books. I hope we get along.” Megumi says before sitting down.
“Very good Megumi! Nice to meet you.” You say, impressed with how smoothly he spoke English.
You look over at the other two students who looked at him amazed.
“Wow Megumi-” They start but you cut them off.
“English please.”
Both of them stopped and you could tell that they were thinking for a bit.
“Good job.” “Nice!”
You chuckle and look at the only female student, “you’re up next.” She points to herself, “me?”
“Yes.”
She stands up and she’s silent for a bit, like she was thinking about what to say. “Eh.. My name is Nobara Kugisaki… and I like… shopping!” You smile while writing down some notes.
“That’s great, Nobara. It is nice to meet you.”
Nobara smiles at herself, proud of her own little accomplishment. “Thank you.” She says while sitting down.
You turn to the last student. The boy with pinkish hair with an undercut. “Your turn.”
The boy immediately stands up, and you could tell he was just full of energy.
“My name is Yuji Itadori!” There was a pause in between his speech, “and… I like Jennifer Lawrence.” He says and you nod while writing down some more notes.
You could hear some small groans from his classmate.
“Like the actress, Jennifer Lawrence?” “Yes… you know?”“Are you asking me if I know her?” He nodded his head and you had to hold back a snicker.
“No… No, I do not know her Yuji.”
A look of disappointment painted his face, “oh.”
“Thank you Yuji. It’s nice to meet you.”
Yuji sits down with a content look on his face. Content that he got through that so far.
“Alright, let’s get started!” You say as you start your lesson
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The bell dings, signaling that class is over and it’s time for lunch.
“All right,” you look at the watch on your wrist, “why don’t I take you out for lunch? I’ll pay.”
Yuji’s eyes light up hearing something about lunch. He didn’t need to know anything else.
“Yes!” He shouts and you nod your head with a smile. You were quite fond of the students already, despite only knowing them for an hour.
“Any place you want to go?” Megumi asks. You thought about it for a bit and realized that you weren’t familiar with the streets of Tokyo.
“I’m fine with anything. I don’t know much of the area yet.”
Megumi nods, turning to his friends to ask what they wanted to eat. They all decided on sushi.
“That sounds great. Let’s go.” You say, grabbing your bag.
Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi follow you out of the school. Two of the students had a bit of a skip in their step.
You turn to Megumi when the three of you exit the school. You ask him to lead the way since you have no idea what place they had chosen. As Megumi led the way, he kept glancing at you. Wondering about your curse abilities. You didn’t have a strong curse energy coming off of you, but he could tell that you were confident, which led him to be more curious about you.
“Is this the place?” You ask when you see a sushi place.
“Yes.” Megumi answers you, and then leads you into the place.
It wasn’t long until the four of you were sitting down, looking over the menu. Megumi watches as your eyes scan over the menu, deciding what you are going to get. He wonders if you were able to read the information just fine.
Just as he was going to ask if you needed help, you looked up at your three students.
“Ready to order?”
All of them nod. You raise your hand, grabbing the waiter's attention. It wasn’t long until the waiter was taking your order. Taking the student’s order first and then he turned to you. Megumi was about to jump in to see if you needed help.
“Can I have water, and an order of the Oshiko Maki?”
The waiter nods and leaves to get what you asked for.
You look over at your students. All three of them had a surprised look on their faces.
“You speak Japanese?!” Nobara and Yuji shouts.
“Yes. I wouldn’t move to Japan without learning the language first. All though I wouldn’t say I’m fluent.”
“Wow! You’re Japanese is so good (l/n)-sensei.” Yuji comments and you wave him off.
“You’re just being nice.”
“So wait, can we speak to you in Japanese outside the classroom?” Nobara asks.
“Hmm, I sometimes. I would like for you to practice your English as much as you can.”
Your students nod as the food comes. The four of you continue to eat in silence, sometimes speaking up to ask you a question.
Suddenly, your phone dings, signifying that lunch is over and you should head back to the school.
“Alright, let’s head back to school.” You say and head back to Jujutsu High.
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When the four of you entered the classroom, a tall man with white hair and a black blindfold covering his eyes was leaning against the teachers desk.
“Ah, there you are.” He speaks to his students, before he finally looks at you.
He was a bit shocked to see you there. Mainly because he wasn’t expecting the new English teacher to be so cute.
“Wow, Megumi. You didn’t tell me that the new teacher is cute.”
You perk up at his words, feeling slightly embarrassed by his words. However, you don’t say anything, not letting him know that you understand him. You wanted to hear what else he was going to say.
Megumi looks over at you, and you just shake your head.
“That’s weird. I’m not telling you about my teacher.”
“Whatever. You should… you know, get to know her. And then tell me about them. Okay?” He grins mischievously at the boy and Nobara just sighs.
“You’re so stupid.”
Megumi rolls his eyes, “no. Do it yourself.”
“Eh?! But I don’t speak English.”
“Well you better learn.”
You watch their interaction, coming to realize that the rumors were true. Gojo Satoru is a dramatic man. And it was quite funny.
You just smile as you watch them bicker back and forth. You then look over at the time, realizing it was time for you to go.
“Well,” You start, “I have to go. Enjoy the rest of your day.” You grab your things and start to leave the classroom.
“Bye!” Gojo shouts in English, which almost catches you off guard.
“Goodbye,” You wave with a smile.
Gojo watches as you leave, a goofy smile placed on his face.
“God, their smile is so pretty.”
Megumi rolls his eyes again, “please don’t talk about my teacher that way.”
“Eh?! But I’m your teacher too! You should help me out with them.”
“I’m still not doing that.”
“Yeah, that’s just disgusting.” Nobara says.
“It’s okay Gojo-sensei. I believe in you!”
“Thank you Yuji-kun.”
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fin.
a/n: I'm thinking about doing a part two, where Gojo tries to talk to the reader but his english is terrible, so it's just going to be a mess. What do you think?
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Say My Name
IMAGINE: SAY MY NAME~ LUFFY X READER
GENRE: FLUFF
cw: not proof read. use of (y/n).
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Luffy has gone by many names.
Monkey D. Luffy.
Mugiwara. Strawhat Luffy.
Lucy.
Luffy tarou.
Captain.
Or simply Straw Hat.
He doesn’t mind any of the names that he is called.
However, that changed when you joined the crew.
You always called him Captain, and he didn’t mind that. But he grew to hate. Why?
Well it all started when he paid attention to how you interacted with the rest of the crew.
“Hey Nami! Do you want to paint nails together?” You call out to her, holding out a new tube of nail polish.
Nami smiles brightly at your requests and nods her head.
Luffy first noticed that you called her by her name, and not by her title.
“Zoro, can you move your weights please?” You call out to him.
Since you were bored, you wanted to clean the area. But his weights were in the way.
“Just clean around it.”
Luffy watches the scene, head tilted. Wondering why you didn’t call him by his title.
Later, when the crew was finished with dinner, you had stayed behind. So did Luffy, waiting to see if there was more food.
“Hey, Sanji. Mind if I help with dishes?” You ask.
“Oh no, my dear. You shouldn’t sully your hands. You should head to bed, get a good night's rest.”
You smile fondly at the cook, “thank you. Goodnight.”
You turn to see your Captain, “good night, captain.”
“ night.” He responds, deep in thought.
It went on like this for days, weeks, and almost months. Hearing you call out everyone’s names.
“Robin”
“Usopp.”
“Chopper.”
“Franky.”
“Brook.”
And yet. When it came to him, it was just Captain. Never Luffy, and he was getting quite frustrated at this point. He just wanted to hear his name from you at least once.
So when you were by yourself on night watch he decided to take the initiative.
He stretches himself up onto the crows nest.
Upon hearing the familiar sound of rubber stretching, you turn around to greet your Captain.
“Hey Captain, what brings you here? Shouldn’t you be sleeping or something?”
“Why don’t you ever say my name?” He got straight to the point.
You stare at him in confusion, “What are you talking about? I do say it, captain.”
The captain pouts his lips, “no. That’s not my name. It’s just a title.”
“Well, yeah. And that title is your name.”
“But you never call anyone else by their title.”
“Hm, well I was just raised this way. You’re the captain and this is just how I’m showing my respect for you.”
Luffy hums in response with a thoughtful look on his face.
“As your captain, I want you to call me by my real name. Captain's orders.” He smiles at you like he just found the biggest loophole, “you have to respect that, ya know?”
You just laugh and shake your head. “Fine, I'll start calling you by your real name.”
He looks at you, waiting for you to mutter the simple word from your mouth.
However, it is silent. And the both of you are just staring at each other.
“Oh, you mean now?”
Luffy nods his head.
“Okay…. Luffy. I’ll start calling you by your name.”
A huge grin breaks out on his face. He didn’t know that hearing his name from you would be so… addicting.
The way you said it sounded so smooth and alluring. It drew him in, and he definitely wanted more. You had a slight accent so his name sounded a bit different. However, he still liked it.
“Say it again.”
“Huh?” You laugh, “why?”
“Just say it again. Please.”
“Okay, Luffy. I’ll say your name as many times as you want.”
He took that quite literally.
“Again.”
“Luffy.”
“Again.”
“Luffy.”
Every time you would say his name he would get closer and closer to your face. Almost like if he got closer, he could somehow hear his name better.
Every time he got closer, your face would get redder and redder. Your noses were basically touching, and you could feel his breath fan against your lips.
“Again.”
“Uh, Luffy. What are you doing?”
“I want to keep hearing you say my name forever.”
You nervously laugh, afraid to even speak out loud since he was still so close.
“Luffy, we have all the time in the world. You can hear it whenever you want.” You whisper.
He purses his lips and pulls back slightly. “You’re right. Just one more time, please?”
“Okay, one more time. It’s time for you to go to bed, Luffy.”
Luffy’s face turns into a smile, “okay. Thank you (y/n).”
You don’t respond. You just smile at him and watch him departure for the crow’s nest.
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Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen
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My Wife is Real
IMAGINE: MY WIFE IS REAL~ GOJO X WIFE!READER
GENRE: FLUFF
cw: not proof read. use of y/n. use of she/her.
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“Who do you think he’s texting?” Nobara whispers to her two classmates, Yuji and Megumi.
Their teacher, Gojo Satoru, sat at his desk. Legs kicked up onto the desk while he was on his phone, giggling here and there.
It was questionable if Gojo even knew that class had started.
Megumi didn’t even bother to pay attention. He also sat on his phone, scrolling through social media.
“I don’t know…” Yuji ponders.
“Ugh, he has to be harassing a poor soul.”
Yuji gasps at Nobara’s response, “no.”
Nobara sits up in her seat, “Gojo-sensei,” she calls out.
Gojo peeks up, “oh. I didn’t know you were here.”
“Maybe if you stopped bothering people, you would notice.”
Gojo places his hand on his chest and gasps dramatically. “I am not bothering anyone.”
“Then who are you texting?”
“My wife, duh.”
Nobara bursts out laughing, “hahaha, yeah… yeah right.” She wheezes. Tears left the corner of her eyes as she tried to take him seriously, but she really couldn’t.
Yuji just stares at him in confusion, “you’ve never told me about his wife. I don’t believe you.”
Gojo gasps in shock and disbelief at his student’s words. “Huh?! I do too have a wife. That hurts my feelings that you don’t believe me!”
Gojo’s full focus was on his students now. Trying to convince them that his wife is indeed real.
“She’s literally the best person in the whole world, and the prettiest.”
Nobara scoffs and rolls her eyes, “stop making things up Gojo-sensei. It’s getting sad at this point.”
Gojo pouts at her words. He then grabs his phone, typing something in his phone. He puts his phone down with a triumphant smile on his face.
“You’ll see.”
“Yeah… we’ll see.” Nobara says to Megumi and Yuji.
Megumi on the other hand was not paying attention to a single thing that was going on. He assumed something stupid was going on, so why even bother to pay attention?
Yuji just has a thoughtful look on his face, trying to remember any mention of a wife. But there is no mention of one.
“Yeah… I think you’re making this up… sorry Gojo-sensei.”
“This is just getting sad…” Nobara whispers while shaking her head.
“I can’t believe my student’s have little faith in me.”
Only five minutes passed of slight bickering between until a knock was heard at the door. The bickering died down and all heads turned towards the door.
Nobara’s and Yuji’s eyes widen seeing a woman at the door.
“Who is that?” Yuji whispers to Nobara.
She shrugs her shoulders, “has to be someone he hired.”
Gojo jumps from his chair, a huge smile on his face.
“Wifey!”
He runs over to you, pulling you into a tight hold.
You let out a strangled gasp from the impact.
“Gojo,” you start, “this is the second time you forgot your lunch… and it’s only Tuesday.”
Gojo pulls back, a faux pout on his lips, “I’m sorry.”
You narrow your eyes at him, “I bet you’re just using this as an excuse to see me.”
“Whoops, you caught me. Well, while you’re here. Let me introduce you to my students.”
“Wait wait-” You didn’t get a chance to stop him because he dragged you into the front of the classroom.
You eye the three students. Megumi had finally put down the phone, giving you an apologetic look. Nobara and Yuji were looking at you in shock.
“Students, this is my wife, (y/n).” Gojo basically shows you off with a bright smile on his face. Hands in a jazz hand formation.
You nervously smiled at the students.
“Hello.”
“Hello Gojo-san.” Megumi quietly said, but it was still loud enough for everyone to hear.
You gave the boy a sweet smile, nodding at him.
“What?! Do you know her?” Nobara and Yuji ask him.
“Yes…”
“Yes, they’ve known each other for quite awhile now…. Sorry guys. She’s a bit shy.” Gojo says while you continue to smile at them.
“They didn’t believe Gojo-sensi had a wife..” Megumi tells you.
You hum before turning to Gojo, “I see… I don’t blame them.”
“Huh?! What is that supposed to mean?” You roll your eyes.
“Ever so dramatic.”
“...so mean.. How can my wife be so cruel?”
“Ugh, no one cares,” Nobara sighs, “come sit down with us (y/n)-sensei. I have so much to ask you.”
You just smile at the girl and move over to the desks.
Gojo looks at you with a shocked look. Not believing that you were leaving his side.
“What are you doing?” He asks you.
You look back at him, “well, you wanted me to meet your students. So I’m getting to know them.”
You give him a little smirk and Gojo knows that type of smirk. The one where he’s going to regret his actions later.
Maybe not now, but he knows that this decision will come to bite him.
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<the butterfly perched upon you>
slice of lifey vibes with trueform sukuna! youre like a servant-turned-girlfriend to him and dont mind me making it the clumsy girl trope sorry... lots of falling over and making a fool of yourself oops- mostly lighthearted, eventual romance, fluffy, very minor/implied smut. mentions of cannibalism, murder.
the warning of ooc sukuna goes without saying <3 hope u enjoy nonetheless <3
dividers by @/saradika, @/firefly-graphics and @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more
word count; 8.1k
how can someone be this useless?
its not uncommon that you trip over your own feet. the food you try to make always ends up charred and inedible. and anything that wounds up in your hands seem to either break or get misshapen. seriously, uraume considers you an eyesore.
very much like a stressed mother in law, they try to whip you up into shape to best please lord sukuna, but you can't do a thing right. goodness gracious.
there are only a handful of servants here at the lord's estate, mainly due to how he dislikes crowds and has a low tolerance for people in general, and will only accept a few for maintenance of his abode only. and yet, an awfully incapable and bumbling girl like you finds yourself at such a place. uraume wouldn't be surprised if lord sukuna lopped your head off one day, if he managed to catch sight of your silly mistakes.
the servants have very minimal contact with the lord. he's often out tormenting whomever challenges him on the battlefield, and even when he's home, none of you are brave enough to be loitering about in areas where he's currently present. uraume is the only one who usually speaks with him directly.
today, you've been reluctantly given the job of wiping down the floorboards of the engawa before the courtyard. you quite like this, because it's nice and sunny outside, and so you'll get to admire the butterflies while you work.
theres a pretty little pond with koi fish here as well, and you've been permitted to feed them some vegetable and seafood scraps, so you'll be doing that afterwards.
you've run up and down against the wooden flooring a couple of times with a rag, and soon enough, you get catch eye of a bright blue butterfly that flutters around the garden. you stand on the edge of the engawa, absorbed with the view. it's not everyday that you get to be here, after all. allegedly, this is lord sukuna's favourite spot to lounge about when he's home.
you get so distracted that you don't notice the intimidating presence behind you, even though he's a man whose aura bleeds all over the place, wherever he may be. sukuna looms over you and is silent as he ponders taking your head for annoying him by standing about in front of him like an airhead with an incredibly lacking sense of survival.
no, he shouldn't. he'd get more annoyed if your blood spilled over the floorboards, and he'd have to wait until the stench of your blood flees the area. however, before he can say a word of 'get lost', you manage to notice the shadow of the figure behind you.
you turn around and see him close up for the first time. a strange noise escapes your throat. you get so startled, your feet loses its balance, and you go backwards off the edge of the engawa. the dirty rag is thrown up in the air in a frenzy by accident as you try not to fall over.
thud! you're on your back on the garden floor. making haste, you frantically get into the position you were taught to get into by uraume, if you ever happened to come across lord sukuna by any chance. you kneel and lower your head until your forehead hits the ground.
and with such nice comedic timing, the dirty rag you'd thrown into the air falls directly onto the back of your head. you shut your eyes tightly and bite your lip in sheer embarrassment. you then realise that your humiliation is not what's really important right now. you might lose your life here.
perhaps you should apologise? are you even allowed to speak to him? what would you be apologising for, anyway? for breathing in the same direction as him? for not noticing him right away?
when uraume runs into the scene, what they witness is rather... unique. the useless servant girl on her knees and with a dirty rag on her head, trembling frantically. and lord sukuna, who seems to be viewing her with what seems to be mild amusement, and not annoyance.
"sukuna-sama... i apologise for any tardiness displayed by the servant. i didn't realise you would be coming here as soon as you came back."
usually, he enjoys a full meal before going out to the courtyard.
amongst your frantic thoughts, you almost tear up at the sound of that familiar voice. uraume-san! can they save you? i mean, sure, they only care about lord sukuna and him only, but surely they wouldn't want your blood to taint this perfect courtyard, right? especially when it's his favourite view!
"we shall accept any form of punishment you see fit for us."
we!? who's we?! you internally sob.
"it's fine."
a deeper voice responds. it's the first thing he's said since you noticed him.
"you can take her away. i'm going to stay here a while."
you hear the large man sit himself down.
"you. stand up and head back to your quarters."
you get up as quickly as you went down. the rag drops to the floor and you have to bend down to pick it up again with speed. you bow deeply again before following uraume out of the area. you can finally breathe again.
"consider yourself lucky. it seems sukuna-sama is in a pleasant mood today."
you later get scolded by uraume after you tearfully explained how you managed to get dirt all over your back and ended up with rag over your head.
meanwhile back in the courtyard, sukuna replays that scene of you in his head--of you turning around with eyes as wide as saucepans, something about you left an impression on him, and its not just because of way you made an absolute fool of yourself.
later, he comments to uraume about how you seemed a little different than the usual ones they pick to have as servants.
"shall i get rid of her? servants can always be replaced if you desire it, sukuna-sama."
"no, leave her. i was only curious."
uraume is left a little stunned. curious? over a mere servant girl? they are in no place to judge, but goodness, it's a rare thing for lord sukuna to be curious about somebody.
uraume has absolutely no qualms of disposing a person if they end up being no use to the lord. however, they never step out of line and act upon their own judgements alone. if there is someone who has piqued his interest, then uraume shall make sure that nothing interferes with their master's source of entertainment.
it's been a while again since you last saw lord sukuna. and you're quite thankful for it, after that humiliating first impression you gave him.
the days have been somewhat peaceful, with only the occasional grumbling from uraume, upset by your helplessness in preparing and cooking food, as usual. after multiple cuts and burns, they decided that you were not to come even a metre into the kitchen area.
that's fine by you, anyway. cleaning and sweeping while you hum your silly tunes is what you prefer.
night arrives with the moon hanging up brightly, like it always does. you think it's going to be another uneventful closure to the evening, but uraume soon appears at the servant's quarters, looking for you. they look a little uneasy. the very few other female servants whisper amongst themselves.
"sukuna-sama has requested for you. come with me."
oh...
you feeling like crying.
there is nothing that you can do. 'requested' so they may say, but everyone knows rejection means possible death. so you follow uraume outside.
walking with them in the corridor, every step feels like it's bringing you closer to disaster.
"uraume-san... what exactly is sukuna-sama requesting me for...?" you ask cautiously.
"i'm unaware know the details myself. but he's in the middle of a bath. perhaps there's a splatter of blood he can't reach on his back."
yes, but why has he chosen me out of all people?!
but you know better than to question such orders. your hands become clammy with sweat.
you reach the bath area too quickly for your liking, and uraume ushers you inside without further concern for your wellbeing. their only concern is hoping that you don't do anything to displease the lord.
lord sukuna sometimes has a tendency to act upon his own whims, but even uraume was surprised when he suddenly asked for the servant girl he met in the courtyard...
the warmth of the misty steam inside caresses your face gently and also makes your kimono stick to you uncomfortably... making you sweat even more.
lord sukuna is sitting in his oversized, wooden bathtub wordlessly, his back turned to you. splashes of crimson against his skin, just as uraume had said. you take a quiet, deep breath.
kneeling before him as per protocol, you bow your head, despite the floors being soggy with water.
"sukuna-sama. how may i assist you this evening?"
the eyes on the side of his distorted face dart down to look at you.
"it's fairly obvious, isn't it? wash the blood away."
"right away."
you stand up straight, and it was apparently too fast for your poor blood pressure, getting you dizzy momentarily. foolishly so, you still decide to take a few steps with haste on the wet, slippery floor. with a loud yelp, you slip and land on your bottom. you want to scream.
"i-i apologise..." you say tearfully, getting back up.
"...not a dull moment with you, as i figured." he uses a tone of mockery.
there's a hint of a chuckle in his voice, and you're only glad he's amused rather than annoyed at your stupidity. your backside hurts again. it hasn't even been that long since the bruises stopped hurting from the last time you fell over!
you grab a cloth to start scrubbing the man down, holding back your tears. the metallic scent is prominent, and your mind begins to wander about exactly whose blood you were currently wiping away into the bathwater. you try not to think about it too much.
it's not new information that lord sukuna kills mercilessly, and even feasts on humans should he feel like it. you've seen the types of "ingredients" uraume has used in the kitchen at times, and the blood that paints the bottom of the sink. these were all things you needed to get used to seeing and knowing as a servant at this estate.
you keep your face stern as you clean him down delicately, thoroughly. the damp, warm cloth runs along the muscles on his back, neck and shoulders. you squeeze out the blood and dip it back in clean water, before wiping again. he has a delightfully toned body, with many tattoos. and more muscles than you could ever count. you take note of the neck tattoos that resemble the lines on a butterfly's wings. it draws you in, but you have to make sure you don't get too distracted.
you notice there's some blood on his hand as well. you move towards it and clean it down, gentle in the way you go over each finger. you're holding hands with him inevitably as you have to lift it up, and this makes you realise how large this man is. your hand seems almost like a child's in comparison to his. there's something rather exhilarating, yet also terrifying about this size difference.
the hairs on the back of your head rise, for some reason. you notice how his big red eyes are boring into you from the edge of your vision. you feign ignorance and focus on cleaning.
time passes in haste as you finish wiping down the last spot of visible blood from the lord's body.
"all the blood has been cleaned away, sukuna-sama," you tell him.
"is that so?" he asks, looking down at his own body. "but there's a spot left over here," he objects, pointing to the side of his neck, vaguely.
"i- i'm sorry, i must have missed that area. i shall clean it immediately-"
you crane your neck to look towards where he was pointing, your face getting closer to his. the place he mentioned is clean. no blood in sight. you meet his eyes. his lips curl upwards, seemingly pleased.
"finally, you look this way," he says, capturing your gaze.
you freeze on the spot, face heating up.
"your... your neck seems clean... sukuna-sama," you respond quietly, unable to think of anything else to say.
"i was only teasing. was it not apparent?" he smirks at you, and you feel that your heart may burst any second now. from either fear or excitement. or both.
"pardon me. i should have noticed sooner," you say, moving your face away from his.
"...i digress. where's the fun in that? just remain gullible for me."
he flicks your forehead, making you whisper 'ouch!' under your breath.
"understood?"
"yes, my lord."
without further conversation, he stands up to his full height, the water droplets racing down against his skin. you hurriedly grab some towels for him... doing your best to avoid looking at his... ahem. when you hand over the towels, your eyes are shut tight. sukuna gives a deep chuckle.
"silly girl."
since the bath, lord sukuna has developed a tendency to call you over during unpredictable moments, and for unpredictable errands. then, he disappears again for a while. and merely moments before you get too comfortable without his presence around you, he returns to repeat it all over again.
recently, he's taken towards looking for you himself, rather than asking uraume about your whereabouts. it scares the other servants when he barges into their spaces, but he pays them little mind.
this afternoon, he finds you sweeping down the leaves away at the front of the estate, humming to your heart's content.
"i come to check what's making all that noisy ruckus... only to find out that it's you."
your whole body goes stiff at the voice, and you reflexively try to get on your knees, but he stops you.
"keep your head up," he commands you.
"your face is worth gazing at, after all," he adds, albeit under his breath.
the compliment doesn't even register into your head as you immediately stand back up, broom in hand. you thank him for the pardon.
"are you done with the sweeping, yet?" sukuna suddenly asks, looking around with his arms crossed. well-- one pair of them, at least.
"not yet, sukuna-sama. but only a little bit to go," you respond with honesty.
"come to my chambers with a plate of fruits and a knife with you, once you're done. don't take too long."
after that, he promptly takes his leave without further explanation. you stand still for a moment, as you always do. every interaction you have with him leaves you in a bit of a daze. often, you wonder if he's a part of your daydreams.
you shake your head and continue to sweep, silently, this time around. don't take too long, he had ordered.
after you're done with that, you make your way into the kitchen on your tiptoes. you wonder if uraume would believe you, if you were to tell them that you're entering upon sukuna's own request.
but once you make your appearance to the entrance of the kitchen, uraume is already there, ready with a tray with a plate of assorted fruits on it. and a knife sitting next to the plate. the sight of the sharp utensil makes you feel nervous, somewhat.
you take the tray without a word, and head towards the lord's chambers.
three sharp knocks.
"sukuna-sama. i've come with the items you sought for. may i come in?"
"you may."
you slide the door open, and sukuna is there, waiting on the tatami mat while holding a kiseru in his hand. once you enter, he sets it aside after one more puff.
"put it here," he points towards the empty space in front of him.
you place the tray down where he gestured towards, and then sit yourself in front of him. there's a moment of silence as you flicker your gaze from looking at him, to the fruit before you.
"well? what are you waiting for? prepare it for me."
oh, no. you had prayed with every ounce in your body, that he wouldn't request for such a thing, but of course it didn't work. now, you have to display your terrible cutting skills to the very head of this estate.
hands trembling, you reach out for the knife and pick up a peach from the plate. you make a cut towards the seed in the middle. then, you cut diagonally to get one slice out. sukuna opens up his hand, waiting for you to place it in the middle of his palm. you do so, and the piece looks so pathetically tiny that you almost feel ashamed.
"faster," he demands, with a small smile on his face.
you swallow thickly, and try to speed up your cutting. the pieces get more and more jagged and unsightly. but sukuna doesn't display any signs of anger or annoyance.
"such poor knife skills. no wonder uraume left you to do the cleaning only. is that really the best you can do?" he taunts you, laughing through his nose.
"i'm afraid so... i apologise for my lack of skills, sukuna-sama," you confess, trying not to make your lower lip wobble from the anxiety and dejection. did he bring you here just to mock the way you cut fruits?! your brows furrow in determination and you try harder.
after the peaches, you grab a persimmon. they're trickier to prepare, since you have to carefully peel the skin off them as well. you purse your lips.
things go somewhat smoothly at first, but then you start to slip up again. it's slippery, and the blade of the knife slices through your thumb.
"ah-" a small noise leaves your lips and you watch as a drop of your blood runs down your palm. sukuna matches your gaze and narrows his eyes at the same scene.
"such a helpless, troublesome woman."
he grabs your wrist and slowly brings your thumb to his mouth. your eyes widen, and you're speechless as you watch him run his tongue up the trail of your blood and then suck on the small incision on your thumb.
you're like a steaming kettle, with the way your blood rushes through your veins, temperature rising with how flustered you are. sukuna looks at you with your finger still in his mouth.
"su-sukuna-sama... you needn't do such a thing-"
a shiver runs down your spine when you feel his tongue swirl around your wound. he then releases it from his mouth, with a smirk, still holding onto your wrist.
you retract your hand suddenly, due to an indescribable feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. you then begin to fear that snatching your hand away like that might've offended him.
"my apologies, sukuna-sama! if you will excuse me-!"
you stand up and run, and he lets you scurry away, with the same sweet, arrogant grin on his face. down the hallway, he hears you trip over yourself before exiting. it makes him chuckle.
you're a fun way to pass time, when he's not slaughtering millions on the battlefield.
back in your own quarters, you lean yourself against a wall and pant, being out of breath. what had just happened? he... he licked the wound on your finger. and that did something to you. your insides feel all squirmy.
you look down at your thumb, only to realise that the cut has mysteriously disappeared.
after running away from sukuna abruptly like that, you had expected to uraume to chase you up and drag you to him, where you'd be executed for fleeing. but it never happens.
in fact, you haven't seen him again for a while. however this time around, his absence does nothing to keep you relaxed, as you're always on your toes, not knowing when he'd next make an appearance before you. you wonder what he will do to you next, when he does come back sooner or later.
before you can drown in those concerns of yours, uraume sends you outside to hang some laundry out in the sun. some white sheets, freshly washed. you struggle a bit, to carry the large bucket of sheets out to the yard.
the laundry line is a bit high, so you need to grab a small stool as well to successfully get the sheets over it. the wind is gentle, and the sunlight pours endlessly from the skies. truly a perfect day to dry the laundry outside.
the sheets are large, so you find it difficult to squeeze the moisture out by yourself, but you suppose they will eventually dry anyway, thanks to the nice weather. you smile as the cool breeze runs through you, making you feel pleasant.
from afar, sukuna observes this scenic view of you, surrounded by the pure white of the swaying sheets around you, smiling as the wind jostles your hair slightly and the sun accentuates your features rather beautifully.
he walks towards your light.
you're busy trying to hang another sheet on the second line this time. you wish the stool was a tad bit taller. this is rather challenging. even standing on top of it, you need to get on your tippy toes to reach properly. and it doesn't help that the water-weight makes the cloth heavier...
a large hand brushes aside the sheet that covers you from view, startling you. you nearly topple over, but a pair of strong arms catch you, keeping you standing upright.
"how ridiculous. don't you get tired of doing that every time?" he sighs. his second pair of arms are crossed, while the first pair hold you so warmly.
"i'm sorry..." you mumble, staring at him with wide eyes. it's like he appeared out of your thoughts. could this perhaps be a daydream of yours? he fixes your stance so that you can stand on the stool properly again. despite your height boost from this stool, sukuna is still a bit taller than you.
"it feels strange, having you meet me eye-to-eye like this..." sukuna comments, while staring down at you curiously.
and it does feel strange, being almost at his height. how close you feel to him now. maybe this offends him.
"i shall get down immediately," you tell him respectfully, trying to get off the stool. his arms come around again to keep you still.
"ack-!"
"tch. don't overreact. i didn't mean it that way," sukuna mutters, tutting at you.
you stand stiffly with your hands by your sides as he inspects you, anxious yet also excited to find out what his intentions are this time around. every touch he lands on you makes you skin jump, in an intoxicating way.
you focus your vision particularly on the odd looking side of his face. it looks like it has a strange texture. would it still be skin? you want to try and touch it. and... his extra eyes look cute. you gasp at yourself for having such disrespectful thoughts about him. all four of his eyes then focus on your face, as if to notice your gaze, and you feel as though your heart may leap out of your throat. there's a part of sukuna that makes you question whether he can read your mind or not.
"you're curious about this face of mine, are you?" he asks, while smiling.
your jaw hangs open in shock, and you don't know whether to tell him that he's correct or to apologise for your insolence.
"what a strange expression you're making," he chuckles, "so easy to read."
it's not that he can read minds, it's only because you're openly letting yourself known to him, whether you're aware of it or not. transparent, like a perfectly pristine and delicate glass cup. shall he leave his fingerprints on you? shall he leave some cracks in that fragile vessel of yours?
his hands come off your body, and you have to concentrate to keep your balance on the stool, no longer being able to rely on his hold to stand still.
"continue with your duties. i shall call for you later," sukuna states sternly, looking off at the sheets that still wave gently in the wind.
"you didn't squeeze out enough water. it's dripping," he points out the soaking wet ends of the sheets.
you practically jump off of the stool and get to work. in the meantime, the lord has disappeared again. you look into the distance to catch a glimpse of him if you can, but he's nowhere to be seen.
and he never got around to clarifying about what happened to his face. perhaps that's a clear sign to mean that he's not interested in talking about his past.
upon finishing the laundry in completion, you make your way to the kitchen, due to the time being close to serving the lord's evening meal.
the other servants and uraume included, are running around to prepare his dinner to perfection, as usual. for the most part, you're left with nothing to do at these times since none of them trust you with handling the food.
lord sukuna did say he was going to call for you later. you wonder if you'll be able to help bathe him again. or if this time, he'll make you do something different. you're plagued with such daydreams as the servants bustle about behind you.
by the time the busy period finalises, the moon hangs high up amongst the stars, and the darkness of night consumes all. and yet, he still hasn't requested for you at all. you suppose when he said he'd call for you later, he perhaps meant tomorrow or the day after. you never know with the lord. trying to navigate him is like trying to look through the murky depths of the ocean at night.
right when you were about to return to your quarters with everyone else, uraume suddenly approaches you.
"sukuna-sama wishes to see you. make your way to the courtyard now."
your stomach starts stirring once again.
the courtyard is beautiful, even at night. sukuna sits in the now moonlit area, drinking from a sake cup in a languid manner.
it takes courage to speak up behind him.
"did you wish to see me, my lord?"
sukuna turns slightly to the side to look at you, before facing the front again.
"...come. pour me another glass, will you?"
"certainly."
as you pour him more of the crystal clear wine, you have to stay vigilant in order to not accidentally splash any of the expensive liquid outside of the cup from your shaky hands.
tonight, the lord's gaze rests not on you, but on the moon above. you watch along with him. there is nothing but silence in the first few moments you have with him together.
"the moon is beautiful tonight," he finally says, while taking another sip of his sake.
is it normal for one to be envious of the moon? even so, thanks to the moon, you are able to see him bathed in its light, making him look almost ethereal.
"yes it is, sukuna-sama," you agree with him.
there's another momentary silence between the two of you, before you bring up a sudden question.
"...do you enjoy watching the moon often?"
"not often, but at times. it would get boring if i did it everyday."
like almost everything else in life.
"i see. that is most understandable."
the chirping of crickets is audible within the garden, and you pour him another glass of his sake after he finishes his previous cup.
you look up at the black canvas of a sky, littered with specks of white all across it. it's easy to get lost in the sight. and much more comfortable than looking at something like the sun, which could burn the delicate areas of your eyes. you begin to get immersed in the view, and your previous train of thoughts ebb away.
you don't notice the way sukuna has stopped gazing at the sky. he's watching you, instead.
"you must know by now... that i favour you more than the other servants," sukuna brings up carefully.
you stop staring up, and turn around slowly to blink at the man.
"...is- is that true, my lord?" you ask, wondering if he really means that. you don't want to get ahead of yourself.
his brows furrow. how dim-witted can you be?
"perhaps actions will speak better than words."
that phrase alone makes your heart feel like it could leap out of your throat.
"sit closer to me."
you swallow dryly, and shuffle closer to the larger man. he sets his cup down beside him, and brings you even closer to him. his hand holding your waist. sitting with him, hip to hip.
sukuna begins to lean his face down closer to yours. your hands grab your own kimono in tight fists, questioning the reality of this scene, feeling skittish yet also giddy, all at the same time.
"don't run away, this time. i won't allow it."
the way his breath ghosts over the skin of your face, how close his voice is to your ears, sends goosebumps all the way down to your legs. is he going to kiss you? can you handle that?
his lips reach yours, and the softness of them is unreal. this must be a dream. he tastes of the rice wine was sipping on before, and he's doused in the same moonlight as you are, and he's now kissing you. a mere servant.
your ears pound with your own heartbeat, and your hands grip onto your kimono so tightly that it's bound to leave wrinkles behind. they shake slightly. sukuna's large hand comes over one of them, and grabs your wrist delicately.
"relax", he's telling you.
and so, you share your first kiss with him, under the moonlight.
quite a bit of time has passed since that day.
you could say that nothing much has changed - you still have your duties as a servant, and the lord still leaves his home vacant for periods of time.
however, on days when he has returned...
you gently sway your legs that hang off the edge of the engawa, on the very same courtyard as that fateful night. sukuna lays his head on your lap, eyes closed and completely at rest, both sets of his arms relaxed as the breaths he takes are slow.
your hand is unable to stray far from the soft bed of his hair, fingers combing through the peach-coloured strands, nails raking against his scalp with the right amount of strength, the way he loves. he gives the occasional purr when you go over his favourite spots.
it's odd, when merely a few weeks ago, you had trouble initiating these harmless touches without explicitly asking for permission beforehand.
"sukuna-sama, may i touch your hair?"
"would it be alright if i could hold your hand, sukuna-sama?"
"may i press a kiss against your cheek, my lord?"
you giggle to yourself as you remember his response to your endless series of questions and requests.
"tch... quit asking me about every little thing. just do it. i'll let you know if i don't like it."
and from then on, you've been bravely placing your hands on him whenever you wanted. and he hasn't been displeased by you, as of yet.
you freely caress the side of his face that you would describe as... unique. you're always curious about the nature of it, even now. but you don't invasively ask questions. you wonder if you'll ever feel brave enough to, one day.
his larger eyes open up narrowly in an abrupt manner, and they squint at you. it makes you nervous, in the way that heart fluttering way. you never get used to the feeling of being under his intense gaze.
red, with ringed irises. you've started to enjoy this colour more ever since you started to meet his eyes more often. you stare back at him but, oh- he's closed them up again.
your hand continues to softly caress him.
sukuna remains mellow, not really falling asleep, but also not in a state of full alertness. your lap serves as a great pillow.
this continues, until suddenly your touches become slower and more distracted. and he can tell your attention has been divided to something else.
the dismayed lord cracks open one eye to check what might have served as a distraction to you.
a butterfly...?
your eyes follow the pretty blue creature, landing on the flora of the garden, in it's carefree nature. a small smile blooms on your face and your hand's movements dwindle, which should displease him. he could cleave the thing into little bits, and let its remains scatter the lush garden.
but, he doesn't. sukuna lets you indulge in these small moments of joy, simply because he's gotten rather softhearted. he doesn't enjoy seeing you get upset at him. though he has control over you as your lord, his hand can't extend all the way to your heart and mind.
(and may the world burst into flames if you ever end up disliking him.)
he recalls... you were also staring at a butterfly the day he first met you, weren't you? so distracted that you didn't notice his presence. he doesn't understand your affection for such a fragile creature.
but...he supposes that he's the same.
what came over him, that he wound up caring for a silly woman like you?
as if to reaffirm your concept of being 'silly', you suddenly give a small sneeze, facing away from the front. his head gets jostled in your lap, which makes him frown and sigh.
"my apologies, sukuna-sama... perhaps it was due to the pollen from the garden..." you give your excuse sheepishly.
well, no matter. he'll keep you with him for as long as he desires. perhaps he can use your butterfly-infatuation to his advantage.
not long after, once the sun dips over the horizon and the area becomes a little chilly, sukuna decides he wants to take a bath before the day comes to an end. and you'll be coming along, of course.
...by now, you've been with him in the bath area at least a dozen times before.
nevertheless, you never seem to get used to seeing him in his naked glory.
sukuna is sitting in his tub, and you're running a warm, wet cloth over his shoulders, scrubbing lazily. he was already quite clean enough today, in your opinion.
a feeling of deja vu hits when your gaze falls onto the tattoo on the back of his neck. you remember having such a thought before. though it's not the strongest resemblance, you see it regardless.
without much resistance, you give in to the desire, and bring your lips to the area to give him a small kiss. it takes him by slight surprise.
"the tattoo on your neck resembles the lines on a butterfly's wings, sukuna-sama. it looks elegant, and wonderful," you tell him.
...he is not displeased with that comparison, strangely enough.
"is that so? no wonder i've felt your stare on it multiple times before," sukuna responds.
you never realised that he'd caught onto that. were you always staring that prominently? you continue wiping him down with the warm cloth, feeling a bit shy all of a sudden.
sukuna thinks for a moment.
"how about you join me in here, tonight?" he asks, out of the blue.
"p-pardon?!"
"quit acting so timid. go on, get yourself cleaned. i'm waiting."
you feel your face heat up at the thought of being... naked with him. anxiousness starts running through your body. you wonder if he really means it, or if he's trying to fluster you again. your lack of action causes him to raise an eyebrow.
"what, you don't want to?"
"no, no! i do, my lord! i'm just... a bit taken aback."
you spring into action. heart pounding as you shed your clothes. he doesn't turn his head or peek at you from where he sits, but your eyes dart to him to check anyways. you clean and rinse yourself adequately, with shaky hands.
"shall i lend a hand in scrubbing your back?" sukuna suddenly calls out. there is sarcasm in his tone.
"that wouldn't be necessary, my lord... i can do it myself..." you respond bashfully.
you only pray that you don't slip over on the way to the tub.
when you do eventually finish up, you walk carefully towards him. walking past where he sits, you reach the other side of the tub. you avoid his eyes as you enter at a slow pace, arms making an effort to cover your breasts. you're finally seated in the same tub as him. the water is steaming, and it's quite deep. still, you hang on to the edge and keep yourself a little distanced from sukuna.
"aw come on. it was mere moments ago that you kissed the back of my neck. so shy all of a sudden?"
"that- that was a different situation, sukuna-sama..."
"the only difference now is that we're both nude," he shrugs.
"nevermind that...the water looks a little deep for you," he says, almost mockingly so- "come. i'll let you on my lap."
you cannot tell whether he is only teasing, or if he actually wants you on his lap.
"quickly- don't run my patience thin."
you make your way towards him without further hesitation.
sitting on his lap, you find that he's oddly comfortable. an arm of his loops around your waist, holding you tight against him, as if to prevent you from running away.
the lord takes your hand and caresses it between his thick fingers. your back leans against his bare chest and abs as you relax yourself more. you wonder if the mouth on his stomach doesn't feel uncomfortable when you sit against it like this.
sukuna's extra arms begin to get more and more handsy with you. you feel his large palms on your breasts, squeezing the flesh gently. not that you find it unpleasant, but it makes you feel all squirmy and restless and hot. when he touches your chest like that, you can't help but turn your head slightly to give him a needy look. it makes him lean down and kiss you warmly.
his tongue explores your mouth in a thorough manner, encouraging a growing heat inside of you. you start gripping his hand harder, though you doubt he feels a thing from it.
when lord sukuna kisses you, you can't tell whether time is passing too quickly, or too slowly. you lose the ability to think of anything else, other than his soft lips and his rough tongue. and you believe that he's aware of this fact himself. why else could he be smiling against your lips like he is right now?
you don't know how long you'd kissed him for in that bathtub. but by the time you stepped out of it, your hands were wrinkly from the prolonged moisture.
and you came out with... feelings of unsatisfaction. rather than getting a little further than kissing, sukuna had stopped abruptly and told you with a smirk that he was ready to get back to his chambers now.
upon getting dressed again, you linger awkwardly around the man, wanting more but not knowing how to inform him of it. the lord looks at you keenly.
"well? aren't you going back to your chambers?" he asks with a sly undertone.
"...i would like to escort you to your room... my lord," you tell him, averting his gaze.
"oh? i don't recall needing an escort, when my room's right around the corner. but if you insist." you can't see what kind of expression he's wearing right now, but you imagine he's smiling at you teasingly. like he always does.
you trail behind him as he walks over to his chambers.
for sure, it doesn't take long until he reaches his room. sukuna slides open the door and makes his way to his large futon in the middle of the tatami floor. he makes himself comfortable, and lays on his side while you watch him from outside his room.
"you're still here. well? are you planning on tucking me into bed next?" he asks with his usual mockery, chuckling through his nose.
you frown cutely, feeling a deep sense of unfairness in the pit of your stomach.
"i was just about to leave, sukuna-sama," you respond a bit haughtily, getting bold with him.
"is that so. then run along," he ushers you, following that with a big yawn. your frown gets deeper.
you begin to slowly close his door, but then stop when it's only cracked open slightly. you brace yourself for the request you are about to make.
"sukuna-sama... could i sleep beside you, tonight?" you ask meekly.
his lips curl up similarly to that of a cheshire cat. finally, you're getting honest with him. he loves the feeling of having you run about in the palm of his hand.
"i thought you said you were going to leave?"
"please...?" you muster your best puppy eyes.
the lord smirks again, and eventually beckons you in with his index finger. you perk up, and step into his room with excitement, running into his futon like a dog, tail wagging from the happiness of being with its owner.
"you're like a silly mutt. foolish, but cute. i like the way you beg for my affection."
you're not sure on how to feel about being compared to a mutt, but you suppose it's not the worst comparison in the world.
"woof," you say quietly, shuffling closer to him. he laughs deeply at you. from your tight embrace with him, you feel the vibrations from his chuckling against his chest.
...there's always something hot or warm about sukuna.
his whole presence feels like a roaring fire at times, burning with his strength and charisma - the flames and temperature threatening to scald anyone around him.
but,
right here, when you're in his arms, the fire becomes tame. still an unrelenting and strong flame, but something more controlled and comfortable to be around.
you close your eyes with a smile, satisfied with this outcome.
"oi. i don't recall saying you could sleep yet."
that makes your eyes bolt open with confusion. sukuna furrows his brows and grabs your face, squishing your cheeks together.
"you're in my futon, and all you can think about is sleeping? i don't know how to feel about that."
"oh... was there something else you wanted from me, sukuna-sama?"
he looks further displeased by your question and suddenly grabs both your wrists, pinning them above your head. you gasp, surprised by his sudden shift in mood.
"we should continue with where we left off, shouldn't we?"
another hand comes up to hold your neck gently for a moment, before he slides it down slowly to your chest, the warmth from his palm trailing with it, reaching your clothed breasts, making your head spin with arousal.
"were you not anticipating something like this? when you asked to stay the night beside me."
he leans down and presses his lips against the space just below your ear, making you shudder. he likes this reaction, and continues kissing down your neck.
"s-sukuna-sama..."
"what a lewd tone you're using with my name. i hope you're prepared for the consequences of that."
he overtakes your senses with another searing hot kiss. hands clawing away at your kimono. teasing touches to your chest. his flames are threatening to envelop you, producing yet another unique kind of heat.
but you've never welcomed anything else more in your life. you'd gladly burn to ashes if it means being so close to your lord, your light.
...it's safe to say that you woke up the next morning with more bruises and bite marks than the number of fingers you have on your hands. and the lord lays beside your exhausted frame, aimlessly curling a lock of your hair around his finger with a satisfied grin on his face.
during one quiet afternoon, uraume beckons you towards them.
"i've been ordered to dress you lavishly. come with me."
you follow them without question, wondering what the sudden occasion could be. lord sukuna has left for the battlefield once again, so he's been missing for a couple of days. is he due to come back this evening?
such hopes fill your mind.
you stand awkwardly as uraume fits a rather elegant and expensive, but beautiful looking kimono onto you. it feels odd. you could even say you feel a bit guilty; in what world would someone dress a servant so extravagantly? nonetheless, you accept the treatment with silence. you get lost in your own daydreams, while uraume prepares you for whatever's been arranged for you.
by the end of it all, they angle you to face the mirror properly, their hands placed on your shoulders.
"it's complete. feel free to take a look at yourself."
you turn your face to one side, and then the other, all while keeping your eyes on the mirror. you look... stunning.
"th-thank you..." you tell uraume, quite speechless.
"please withhold that gratitude for lord sukuna. he was the one that arranged for this, after all."
you're then told to wait at the courtyard, for the lord's return. tingles of excitement run through your veins, and reaches the tips of your fingers, at having your hopes confirmed. he's due to return tonight.
quite a bit of time passes. yet, no signs of him coming back yet. you swing your legs back and forth languidly over the engawa, looking up at the sky aimlessly. though you shouldn't be doing such a thing when you've been fitted with a lovely kimono, there's no one around to scold or stop you from your usual habits.
you sigh, wondering when he'll be back. your eyes wander around the garden, this time. under the moonlight, there's a singular butterfly that flutters about, appearing in good timing as if to help cure your boredom.
you step out onto the grass and approach it, lending out a finger towards it to see if it decides to land on your hand. it takes a bit of effort, but after some gentle movements and patience, it eventually stops to linger on your index finger for a while. it allows you to admire every ridge, and all the patterns on the wings in better detail. you wonder whether you'll ever get another opportunity to observe a butterfly so closely again in the future.
a few footsteps resound behind you, getting you startled. when your body moves slightly from the scare, the butterfly flees and seemingly disappears out of sight.
yet, right now, you have no room to feel disappointed by a mere butterfly.
sukuna is smirking at you from a distance, looking very pleased with the way you're dressed for him. he steps down and walks into the garden as well, approaching you languidly, one arm concealed under the sleeve of his kimono.
"welcome back, sukuna-sama. i've been awaiting for your return," you greet him, smiling.
"were you now? missed me that bad?" he asks, reaching out to caress your cheek.
"yes, my lord. i missed you so much. not a day goes by where i don't think about you."
"why, how sweet...perhaps you deserve a reward for your honesty."
"a reward...?" your eyes grow wide and you start getting embarrassingly overjoyed at the idea of a reward given to you by the lord himself.
"so eager. you seem like you're truly getting committed to playing the role of a mutt."
you try to change your expression in haste, but you end up looking more bashful than anything. sukuna laughs at another one of your strange expressions.
"i'm only teasing."
he then pulls his arm out of his sleeve, revealing something you never thought you'd see in his hands.
a hairpin... specifically, one with a large blue butterfly on it. embedded with pretty jewels, and shaped to perfection. it would've been something difficult to obtain. for someone who's always busy creating chaos, when would he have had the time to find such a thing amongst everything else?
"i thought you would enjoy having something like this. do you like it?"
"oh... like would be an understatement, sukuna-sama. i adore it. is it really for me?"
"who else could have it? don't ask foolish questions."
it could only ever belong to you.
he places the pin into your hair, graceful and elegant with his hands. it makes you feel overjoyed. heat rises to your cheeks and they hurt from how much you're smiling.
"not bad at all. it was worth obtaining."
your hand rises to where the hairpin is, and you touch it gently, letting your fingertips feel the texture of the pin and it's butterfly pattern.
"am i... am i pretty, my lord?" you ask sheepishly, looking up at him with your doe eyes.
he's smiling at you rather gently, his eyes mirroring your reflection within them as he gazes down at you in silence. his lack of a verbal response almost makes you nervous, however.
sukuna reaches out to hold your hand, and pulls you closer towards him. he's glad that nobody else is around, for he's certain they would've also felt so drawn to you, like he is right now.
he palms your cheek again, before letting his thumb brush over your lips delicately.
you never sever your gaze from him, continuing to await his reply.
"... you're beautiful,"
he finally relents.
sukuna then presses his lips against yours, underneath the moon's blessing. once again, and forevermore.
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A Winter Storm
IMAGINE: A WINTER STORM ~ GOJO X READER
GENRE: FLUFF
cw: established relationship. pure tooth rotting fluff. not proof read.
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It was in the middle of winter, the snow was coming down heavily. Normally you hated the snow. However, this time it was different.
You were snuggled up with a thick blanket, a hot cup of cocoa in your hands as you watched the snow pile up outside. It was quite blinding if you were being honest, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from it.
“Why’d you leave the bed?” You hear your lover, Satoru speak up.
That’s right. You didn’t really like winter storms until you started dating Satoru.
You glance over at him, “I just wanted to watch the snow.”
You could see that he had just woken up, sleep still evident written all over his body. His sweatpants hanging on his hips, no shirt or blindfold so you were able to see his eyes. His snow pristine hair all tousled from sleeping.
Satoru hums in response, shuffling over to you. He lifts up the blanket a little bit to sit right next to you. He shuffles a bit, moving you around too, so that you are sitting in between his legs. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back so that you are completely pressed against his bare chest- feeling the warmth radiate onto your back. His chin nestles right in between your shoulder and neck, inhaling your scent. It was relaxing to him.
Even if the bright snow was blinding him.
Satoru groans, “how can you watch this? It’s really bright.” He complains.
You let out a chuckle, slightly agreeing with him, “yeah… but I find it beautiful.”
“Hmm, how so?”
“It reminds me of you.”
Satoru grins at your answer, “I know, my beauty is blinding.”
You jokingly scoff, “well if I’m blinded, how am I going to keep looking at you?”
Satoru gasps, “oh no! You’re right. Don’t look at it anymore.” He covers your eyes to block the view.
You laugh pushing his hands away, “I’m joking… but for real. This really reminds me of you. The white snow, matching your hair. The bright sky, matching your eyes- all though it’s not as pretty as your eyes. Everything is untouched and it’s just perfect and beautiful. Like you.”
Satoru’s cheeks were tinted pink hearing your words. He had no idea you thought of him this way.
His hold on you becomes tighter, and he buries his head into your neck. Almost like he was hiding his face from you. He never really felt flustered like this before and he doesn’t know how to react.
He was used to being praised here and there, but having you- his lover, compare him to something as beautiful as a fresh fallen snow.
Satoru could feel himself falling deeper in love with you.
“But why look at the snow when I have the real thing right in front of me?” You turn your head so you can get a better look at Satoru.
A sweet smile on your face as you stare into his blue eyes framed with his white eyelashes.
One of his hands moves up to the side of your face, basically cradling your cheek.
“I love you so much (y/n).”
He leans down to capture your lips with his own.
You pull back, your eyes full of love and adoration for him.
“And I love you more.”
Satoru scoffs and rolls his eyes,
“That’s literally impossible.”
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