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that is the cuttest shit ever 😭😭
“oh, you poor thing…” you murmur, stroking megumi’s hair. he’d been caught in the rain during the walk home yesterday, and had come down with a bit of a cold. the seven year old is curled up next to you on the couch, his head resting in your lap.
you glare at satoru when he scoffs from his end of the couch, the tip of his nose rosy and dripping with snot. “i was caught in the rain too, you know.”
“take some nyquil.”
you don’t even bother to spare his suffering a glance.
“can i have hot chocolate?” the little brat asks, his request followed by a weak cough. “my throat hurts.”
it’s almost ten in the evening, and the kid’s already brushed his teeth. there’s no way you’d say yes—
“of course! i’ll make some for your sister too.”
satoru’s mouth falls open - because he can’t breathe through his nose and because he’s shocked. “can i have some too?”
“i’ll make you tea with lemon and ginger,” you reply, carefully adjusting megumi on the couch as you get up. you even steal his blanket, draping it over the kid’s curled up form.
megumi peeks one eye open as soon as you leave, and satoru swears the smirk that follows is directed to him.
people have told him that kids are supposed to be gifts. but later - when he’s watching a lame documentary and choking down some bitter lemon ginger tea as megumi is spoiled with sips of chocolately heaven - he thinks they must mean gifts from hell.
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your lips are brushing over satoru’s collarbone when he wonders if he’d locked the bedroom door.
but then you bite and all his concerns go out the window.
your breath is hot against his skin, picking up when his hands grip your waist. chests rising and falling, the two of you love in sync. slow, deep kisses are exchanged in time with gentle grinds—
“i’m hungry.”
it makes satoru startle, banging his head against the headboard as you sit up, stuttering as you both turn to face the doorway.
“megumi,” you gasp. “how long have you been standing there?”
the blush colouring his cheeks is answer enough.
“i’ll make you something to eat,” you offer, leaving your boyfriend with a very unfortunate situation as you climb off his lap, shooting an apologetic look over your shoulder as you herd megumi out of the room.
satoru swears the kid shoots him a smug grin over his shoulder.
this, he thinks glumly as he heads to the bathroom to try and calm himself down. this is why he needs to stop doing nice things.
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exhausted can’t even begin to describe the way satoru feels after a long day of bugging nanami and exorcising curses.
he’s practically dragging his body through the apartment towards the bedroom, wanting nothing more than to strip out of his uniform and fall into bed next to you.
but he can’t, because the first thing he sees when he opens the bedroom door is megumi hogging his side of the bed.
you press your index finger to your lips as soon as satoru opens his mouth to protest. “tsumiki’s at a sleepover,” you explain.
“so? i’ll carry him back to his room—”
you make a noise if protest, waving his hands away as you whisper, “it’s his first night here without her.”
hands on his hips, satoru examines the very little free space left on the bed. “so that means you’d let me sleep on the couch?”
he doesn’t like sleeping alone. hasn’t liked it ever since you’d moved in and he’d decided he liked waking to the warmth of your body next to his.
“well, you could sleep in megumi’s bed.”
“or you could wake him up,” he counters loudly on purpose, earning a shush and a glare from you in answer.
“this is a good thing,” you insist once you’ve ensured the kid’s still asleep. “it means he trusts us!”
“but i’m tired,” he whines, even stamping his foot a little for emphasis. “i wanna cuddle with you.”
“fine,” you relent with a little sigh. “but you have to wake him.”
gleefully, he goes to shake the kid awake. he’s about to do it, but all it takes is one look at the peaceful look settled over that little face. over the year he’d gotten to know megumi, he’s only ever worn a scowl, or a look of general boredom. so to see him like this, finally settled into the household…
it’s enough to make the sorcerer smile, even as he sets up the makeshift bed of blankets on the bedroom floor.
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“sharing is caring,” satoru proposes the next afternoon at the dinner table. it’s just him and megumi right now, as you’d just left to visit shoko. “so you can cuddle with her on the couch, but the bedroom is all me, got it?”
megumi frowns, staring at the list (can he even read yet? gojo has no idea) “but what about movie night?”
“fine, but only for a little bit. after that she’s all mine.”
he takes the kids shrug as agreement and moves on.
“knocking,” he starts with the utmost seriousness. “is a very important thing to do when any door is closed. and next time tsumiki is out, you’re the one sleeping on the floor.”
(they both know that’s not going to happen, but it doesn’t hurt to try.)
once the terms of their deal are finalized, they shake on it.
“so we’ve come to an understanding, good. because i’d rather have you as my bro than my foe,” he says, dragging the edge of his thumbnail across his throat for emphasis.
megumi rolls his eyes before sauntering off to his bedroom, and satoru sighs, letting his forehead hit the tabletop with a dull thud.
he’d fought off suitors vying for your attention before, but never one as tough to beat as this one.
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broody, traumatized anime men with black hair are my weakness
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even — ryomen sukuna x f!reader
a/n: ohoho? an argument with husband sukuna? i wonder how that will go ;) fluff ending btw so don't worry
your life as the wife of the king of curses is far from the normal married life. your husband is not like most. you knew that. he is different, rougher than your childhood tales of a prince charming.
he is sharper, grumpier, and grouchier. it was all part of the package and you knew all of that.
but, you can’t help but wish for a moment of tenderness between you and him. and while you know that sukuna shows his care differently, you also want to feel the softer side of his affecton.
that’s why when you overheard the maids talking and gossiping about your marriage, your heart was filled with fury, but most importantly sadness.
they talk about how he will eventually get bored and that your fate has been destined since the moment you entered the palace. it also doesn’t help that there are times when sukuna is a tad bit rougher and angrier.
he tends to not take it out on you, but sometimes, you’re there in the wrong time.
such as today.
after a particularly rough day, you slam the door of your chambers behind you. your chest feels tight and the kimono feels far too suffocating to keep on, especially since it reminds you of him. you clumsily take it off and throw it on the bed and get into your silk robe.
you take multiple deep breaths as you settle down on your bed, trying to calm down.
though, the calm is short-lived as your husband bursts through the door, a deep scowl on his face, “what’s up with you?”
he is met with silence which aggravates him more, and he growls, “I am sure what you did isn’t something you do to the king of curses who is also your—“
“what do you think of me?”
and for the first time, in this moment, his eyes meet your own. yours are filled with pain and faux confidence, with a hint of fear. it reminds him all too much of your first meeting, and he doesn’t like it. he thought that your fear of him became a thing of the past. it makes him uneasy.
but sukuna’s perceptiveness is nothing to take lightly because when he concentrates, he notices that the fear isn’t from him but what he will say.
and it snaps him back to reality and the question you ask. but he still doesn’t answer it. instead, he quirks an eyebrow, confused, “huh? what the hell are you talking about?”
you stand up slowly, silk dragged behind you as you walk towards your mirror. you’re playing with your ring quietly before you ask, “what do you think of me?”
“you should know that,” he retorts, a hint of annoyance in his tone.
“well, I don’t,” you smile, but it doesn’t reach your eyes.
his feet take him to you, his arms crossed, “do you think I would marry just anyone?”
you seem to have reached your limit as you finally look him in the eyes with anger brimming in your irises. you snarl at the man in front of you, “what if it was a marriage of convenience? what if it was something to shut the world up with? to make me submit?”
he seems taken back, but you give him no chance to reply as you continue, “the maids talk and talk about how you don’t care, and I ignore them I really do!”
anger laces your voice as you roughly push a finger to his chest, “but when you do things like what you did tonight, you make what they say all sound true!”
“you push me away, you pull me back,” your tears start to well up, “all at your own leisure, and I can’t handle that! I want you to care, but with so much happening—I…”
your tears are falling down your face; panic and pain lacing your voice as it gets louder and louder, “I can’t help but think that you don’t truly like me, let alone love me!” you press on, “do you even like me?”
your breaths are ragged and heavy. your eyes are puffy, red, and strained. you slowly sit on the ground and pull your knees closer, sobs escaping your throat. you’re unware of the man who walks towards you then kneels in front of you.
you’re wiping your tears frantically, but they never stop. sukuna frowns.
he then silently takes your hand into his and raises it to his forehead. his eyes are focused on you as he utters the following words, “If I gave you the necks of those who speak nonsense to you,” he raises a brow, “will you be sure then?”
your breath is caught in your throat and you can’t formulate a response. he sounds serious and you know he is. you recall all the times he, without hesitation, killed for you.
but, right now, you truly can’t help but think about how the moon shines behind your husband, contrasting and illuminating his reddish pink hair.
while you’re lost in your own thoughts, sukuna has enough of your silence and bites down on your finger lightly, “so?”
gasping, you pout and snatch your hand back, “hey! what was that for?”
with a roll of his eyes, he pulls you closer by the waist then his hand travels to the back of your head. he rests his forehead on your own before speaking up, voice absolute, “you’re my queen, and I will cut the head of anyone who speaks ill of you.”
“and…” his thumb gently swipes at your tears, “I don't want to see you cry like this,” he grumbles, looking away, “so stop it; it’s annoying.”
a smile creeps up your face and a giggle escapes your lips, “you love me that much?”
he groans before getting up and leaving you on the ground. he goes to rest beside the window and you giddily follow suit. his hand, almost by instinct, pulls you towards his lap. after sitting, you tilt your head to look up at him with a cheeky smirk, “aww, you love me!”
he pushes your face into his chest, muffling your voice. he mutters as he looks out the window, “don’t push it.”
you smile against his skin, because if he thinks that you can’t feel the kiss he placed on the top of your head then he is sorely mistaken.
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“i don’t like it”, satoru growls.
he’s sitting next to you, legs crossed, the upper one bouncing nervously in sync with his finger tapping on his knee. the frown on his face is so serious and intense that you’re pretty sure if he relaxed his features a bit you could still see the line marks between his eyebrows from furrowing too hard.
“you don’t like what?”
“the way he looks at you”
“and how does he look at me?”
“dunno. . . like he owns you or something. it’s like the way i look at you. and i don’t like it”
the audacity, he thinks. to stare at you like that while he is sitting right next to you.
“satoru.. it’s just a cat”, you sigh and keep petting the little purring beastie on your lap.
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omg happy (late) b-day‼️
thank youuuu, its always good hearing it 🤷🏻♀️🥰
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you are so sweet😭
oh? thank you anon! YOU are so sweet 🥺
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A sketch of my baby boy, I love Genya so much lmao.💜💜💜
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Taiju was late and for some reason he was struggling to tie his tie. He look at himself in the mirror, a vein popping on his forehead, he click his tongue "Baby, I'm leaving" you announce coming into the bedroom, you look at him as he angrily throw the tie away before looking at you. You smile, removing your bag from your shoulder and picking up the piece of tissue "Let me help you" he walk toward you, actually glad you were willing to help him, putting his hands around your back when you drape the tie around his neck, slipping it under the collar of his shirt "You're going to be late because of me" he sighs looking down at you. You shake your head "I won't let that tie win against you" you joke and he gives you a little smile. He looks down at your fingers putting the long end of the tie up the hole, "What's stressing you like that?" you ask still concentrated in what you're doing "I have a meeting today with important clients" he say "You're gonna be great, like everytime" you say, your soft voice making him forget he was in fact, late. You slide the knot up to his neck, arranging his shirt, your hands staying on his chest, tip toeing to kiss his lips "Tie: 0, us: 1" you smile before turning your back to take your bag "Have a nice day babe" you say, sending him a kiss before leaving. He look at himself in the mirror, smiling, his fingers on the tie. You can be sure that the next morning he was gonna act like he can't tie it by himself anymore.
#i am obsessed with taiju and soft moment he'd have with his wife#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers imagine#taiju imagine#mel 🌻#tokyo revengers taiju#taiju shiba#taiju x reader#taiju shiba x reader#taiju headcanons#tokyo revengers headcanon#tokyo revengers fluff#tokyorev x reader#tokyo rev x reader
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Happy Birthday Taiju Shiba 💖🦈
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• pairing: taiju x gn!reader
• request by anon: if your requests are open, I'd like a Taiju Shiba x reader where they're both just sat at a cafe together talking whilst reader draws taiju, not letting him see until they're done :3 need some comfort rn and I want taiju to just engulf me in his chest. If your requests are closed/you don't write for tr anymore, just feel free to ignore. I also hope you're in good health 🦈
• genre: fluff
• note: thank you so much for your request anon, hope you're doing good too! i really need to see more fluff with his giant ass!
Taiju sighed for what seemed the thousand time since you started drawing "Can I see?" he asks again and you don't answer, your tongue slipping out of your mouth a little frown forming on your face, too concentrate to answer him. He was acting as if you drawing him was annoying him when he loved whenever you asked to draw him. It made him feel seen and appreciated, because out of everyone in the small cafe you two are used to go for your dates, he was the only one you were looking at, the only one you were admiring and he loved how your eyes would trace the feature on his face. It also gave him time to look at you. He will never admit it but your expression when you are concentrate is the cutest thing he has seen. His eyes fall to your hands, trying to peek at the line you were drawing but his eyes quickly got back to your face, and then your lips.
He looks away when you look up at him, making you slightly smile as you adjust your posture "Okay, I'm done." You lay your pencil on the table and he looks at your sketchbook waiting for you to give it to him. You push it in front of him and he take it, admiring your work for some time, you put your chin on your hand and look at his reaction "So?" you inquired and he looks at you "Why do you always draw me more...", "More what?" you pout thinking he didn't like it "More handsome?" he question and you smile "No, Tai' that's how you look" you answer. He looks at you and back at the drawing, smiling a tiny and giving you back your sketchbook "I love it sweetheart" he says and you smile looking at your drawing "Okay, now bring the cup to your lips, I'll do a little sketch" you say and he groans, throwing his head back.
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hey, I really like your headcannons
especially the taiju ones...
I thought maybe you could write more about taiju? Thanks!
hiii anon, i would love to, really!! But could you please be more specific in what you want so i can make sure you will like it? Thanks anon <3
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cws for fem reader.
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You would have thought that Taiju, a man nearly reaching a staggering seven foot even, and weighing well over two hundred pounds would have been better at handling his liquor, but alas.
He’s only had two mimosas and three shots, and yet he’s sprawled on the seats in the back of the car, legs sticking out of the open door as you and his younger brother try to persuade him to fully enter it so he can get in a bed to sleep off the alcohol.
“‘M no...not leavin’ yet.” He slurs, and when he makes an attempt to climb back out, Hakkai plants a hand on his chest and pushes him back down against the seats. He vocalizes a complaint in the form of an angry string of curses.
“You are. You’re pissy drunk, man.” Hakkai heaves a sigh, and you feel a tad bit guilty for him having to step out of the reception early to help with this, but it’s not as if you could have gotten the ox of a man out of there yourself.
Taiju paws at his crotch, seemingly checking if he was literally pissy drunk, and he lets out a loud sigh of relief when his fingers meet the dry material of his slacks. You can’t help the snort of laughter that leaves you, and dilated pupils dart to you at the sound.
He blinks, inhales, exhales, blinks again, and then a hard to come by smile is forming on his face, whites of his teeth showing as he lets out a low chuckle. “I like your dress.”
“I’d hope so.” Your hands smooth down the sides of it, the material fitted to your shape, and a heat settles in your cheeks at his intense stare. “It’s my wedding dress.”
“You’re married?” He sits up now, and Hakkai is too occupied with a phone call he had gotten just a few seconds ago to bother with him. Taiju’s morphs into an annoyed look, wisps of black hair falling down into his eyes that he doesn’t bother to push back.
“Yes, Taiju, for the umpteenth time, I’m married—just married.. We are literally still at the reception.” You gesture back to the building he had just been practically dragged out of, the building that hosts a slew of still partying people who were there to celebrate the newlywed couple.
Your hand is snagged, and you don’t have time to reprimand him for the roughness before he’s examining the ring on your finger. “He,” he cuts off with a pained expression and rubs at his chest with his free hand, “must be a cheap bastard with this tiny ass diamond. Leave him.” It’s not tiny in the slightest, and you had received many stares and compliments on it throughout your engagement, but you don’t bother to correct him, only raising an eyebrow at his words.
“For you?”
“Mhm,” he hums, and then he’s falling back into the car, his hand that’s still clasped around yours forcing you to fall with him. You land on his chest, a surprised yelp leaving you and an amused laugh leaving him. “Yeah, for me. Marry me.” You go to lift yourself up, but thick, muscled arms lock around your waist and keep you pinned on top of him. “Stay right here. I want you here.” He looks up at you, and the both of your gazes soften as they meet.
“I don’t think my husband would like that...he can get really jealous sometimes, and he doesn’t handle jealousy well. He might try to fight you.” Taiju looks almost offended, and you have to fight hard to keep your giggles contained when he lists off all the things he’d do to your husband if the man so much as glanced at him with anything but admiration. “Even still, I’m a married woman, Mr. Shiba, and I have to go and take care of my husband, so if you’d be so kind as to let me go that’d be fantasti—”
His lips crash against yours in a sloppy kiss, large hands moving to cup your cheeks with a gentleness that you seldom see him use, and you melt in his grasp, lashes brushing against the apples of your cheeks as your eyes close.
He pulls back enough to mumble out a request, lips brushing against yours as he speaks, and when you don’t answer due to not being able to make it out, he says it louder, clearer, with a hint of urgency laced into the words. “Marry me.”
“You want to marry me, Taiju?” He kisses you again, breathy pants exchanged between your mouths with every lock of your lips, and then he’s pulling away again to confirm.
“Yes.”
Your lips twist into a smile, the bigness of it making your cheeks begin to ache, and you peck his lips before resting your chin on his chest.
“Good, because according to your watch,” you pull his hand free from where it’s been trying to slip under your dress and check the watch on his wrist, “we’ve been officially married for a total of three hours and forty seven minutes, you absolute doofus.”
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Regret filled your heart as he put himself beside you on your bed. You looked at the ceiling, your chest rising up and down fastly, out of breath just as much as he is. He looked at you briefly, one of his hand grabbing your waist to pull you onto him, closing your eyes getting soothed by the sound of his heartbeat. The finger tracing circles on your skin should make you cringe but instead you just feel butterflys. You stay like that for a moment, not really saying anything but enjoying each other's presence and each other's touch. After some time, he let go of you though, getting up and putting his clothes back and telling you the same line he always said after being together "I should go". Your eyes stay on him as he gather all of his things looking around to make sure he doesnt forget something before giving you a kiss on your forehead, stroking your hair and leaving without saying anything else. You knew he felt as bad as you about all of this. But none of you would say it, too excited about the danger of being with each other. You let out a big sigh when you hear the front door click and his car driving away. You stay in your bed, laying naked under the blanket. Regret was all you could think of, you were ashame even knowing that tomorrow you'd have to see Hina and talk to her as if nothing happened, yet it won't stop you from having sex with her fiance again anytime he'd knock on your door.
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Happy Birthday lil mama 🎂
AAAAAH THANK YOUUU happy birthday to you too!!!
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