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part 4 is here! Gosh this took forever lmaoo, I actually finished it like a month ago, but I wanted to find the right time to post it. Enjoy!
Another sibling au featuring megumi (they finally met and sukuna already made yuuji cringed)
Also happy new year!
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Ryōmen Sukuna board with fruit, candle and miscellaneous stims
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Proship / Comship / RPF Do Not Interact Please !
( Divider(s) by @baexywth )
soft!sukuna who holds you after his fight with gojo and rocks you back and forth while you cry, muttering small "i love you"s and "im here"s.
he gently brushes your hair with his hand and presses a kiss to your earlobe. his eyes closed as he continued to embrace your shaking figure.
he hugs you tighter as you sniffle and whisper a small "thought i was g'nna lose y'..." into his shoulder. "but you didnt loose me. as long as your here waiting for me, ill always win."
soft!sukuna who stays with you, even as you calmed down. he carefully pushes you back against the bed and lets you cuddle up to him. his hand finds one of your own, intertwining his fingers with yours and smiling at you.
his heart thumps in his chest as he sees you smile back at him, nuzzling your foreheads together. he pulls you closer as your eyes shut and kisses your forehead while saying good night to you.
soft!sukuna who watches as you succumb to sleep and decides he'll never leave your side again.
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created by sunnywrotethis☆
2025
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shut up gyaru gojo x grunge sukuna is canon
Soft!Sukuna x Shy!Gojo♡
short one-shot!
fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen
characters: Ryomen Sukuna and Satoru Gojo
warnings: none!
"Hey, honored one."
"Yeah?"
Sukuna gently pressed his index finger to the soft skin of Gojo's nose.
"Boop."
"Wh-where'd that come from..?!"
"I don't know. I found a video of it on what you mortals call the.. internets."
"...you were looking at videos of couples?"
"Yes. Is there something wrong with that?"
Gojo pressed his face into Sukuna's warm chest and sighed.
"You're gonna kill me one day."
"I will not. I love you too much, honored one."
"I- uh- mhm. I love you too."
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created by sunnywrotethis☆
2025
do not repost without permission, reblogs are okay
My favorite Anime ships
Part 1
Alucard & Trevor Belmont (Castlevania)
Itadori Yuji & Megumi Fushiguro (Jujutsu Kaisen)
Lelouch Lamperouge & Suzaku Kururugi (Code Geass)
Sukuna & Megumi Fushiguro (Jujutsu Kaisen)
He Tian & Mo Guan Shan (19 Days)
Haruka Nanase & Makoto Tachibana (Free!)
Kento Nanami & Satoru Gojo (Jujutsu Kaisen)
L & Light Yagami (Death Note)
Langa Hasegawa & Reki Kyan (Sk8: Infinity)
Kaneki Ken & Hideyoshi Nagachika (Tokyo Ghoul)
I wish everyone who read the new Jujutsu No Kaisen chapter a good therapist. Here's some of the real manga, just a lil touched on (by me)
The cow goes
Moo
sometimes I think I’m a freak for being a satosugu shipper but then I remember people ship sukuna and gojo. THEY ARE SO FREAKKKYYYYY
this is an appreciation post I promise I love you little freaks 
18+ NSFW content ahead, MDNI
GOING TO POUND TOWN WITH SUKUNA - HEADCANONS
Includes: fem!reader, degradation, choking, unprotected piv (wear condoms, you guys and ghouls) + a bit more typical sukuna shenanigans i think he'd do (headcanons, duh)
Note: genuinely have no clue how else to label it, just pure shameless smut (not proofread); @cafekitsune - banner
¤ Sukuna isn't the one to play games with. Because that's his quirk.
¤ That abomination of a man/curse will have you all riled up and begging in a nick of time.
¤ Pinning you against any surface possible, calling you names because you're such a whiny mess after a single knuckle of his thick digit within your tight cunt, it makes him cackle.
¤ He's a natural at making you look truly pathetic, i'll give him that.
¤ He savors your pleas like they're a nectar made only for him, King of Curses, to devour.
(*coughs* God complex-)
¤ He also wants you to watch what he's doing to you. So, by any means, he will knock you up by the mirror and he WILL make you watch, whether you like it or not.
¤ Pinning you against the sink in the restroom of some club you went to unwind at with your friends; with a veiny hand on your throat as he coos sweet nothings in your ear way to delicately for someone who's about to tear your clothes off to shreds.
¤ The man just knows how to present himself, i'll give him that ×2.
¤ If there was a foreplay it was rather short and unnecessary because your panties were soaking wet from the start. Plus, Sukuna doesn't like to waste precious time on something so meaningless to him. He just sees and claims it all, no fucks given.
¤ But, ultimately, ALL fucks given.
¤ Thrusts in one deep stroke, clasping a hand over your mouth.
¤ Don't get him wrong, he thrives on your cries, but he doesn't need any unwanted attention.
¤ Despite that he will still snarl degrading stuff like "Such a vocal bitch. You want others to come and check out this sight, hm? Maybe i should ask them to join as well, how about that?" after which he'll cackle once more, seeing you so obediently trying to silence yourself with his cock buried balls deep into you.
¤ "That's what i thought. Now stop whining and take it all in."
¤ That man is a pest, and he's proud of it.
¤ He's anything but gentle. Groping your curves with such force it'll surely leave bruises.
¤ Sukuna is not fucking, he's Fucking with a capital F. Mercilessly, rough, like he's genuinely trying to break you.
¤ One hand still on your throat; squeezing tightly, not enough to choke you, but enough to make you gulp for air with teary eyes.
¤ Gojo and his "Are you cryin'?" is all sunshine and flowers compared to Sukuna's "Are you cryin'?" with that malicious grin of his.
¤ Once again, that man fucking enjoys making a babbling mess out of you. Because that's what you are today, you're a cumslut, his cumslut. Once and for all.
¤ Never lets you finish first. Like, NEVER.
¤ 'S just not your privilege, honey. By his point of view, you basically sold your body to his possession. So he'll be the one to enjoy the ride to the fullest, with your pathetic whines accompanying wet slaps of skin on skin like a wicked lewd orchestra.
¤ Hits that sweet spot with each thrust, so you're on a timed schedule here before the bubble bursts.
¤ That torment doesn't stop for a second as he chases his high. Sukuna is literally a wild beast and he makes it known.
¤ One thing he does, though, is let go of your throat just to dig his nails into your waist and hips. Because if he didn't, he'd probably snap your damn neck. The sheer force of his grip on your flesh is ungodly.
¤ Cums with a grunt or huff. Not a growl, that he did during the process and right in your ear. While his mouth kept running, of course.
(To think about it, he isn't the talkative type usually. But, oh, dirty talk? When he knows how desperate you are? Sign him up, first row, best seat with couch cushions, please.)
¤ It's a grunt of pure bliss. Head thrown back, chest raising and falling rapidly, eyes rolling into oblivion as they close shut, the whole package.
¤ He'll never admit it even if you saw it in the reflection. Gaslighting is his middle name, i'll give him that ×3.
¤ Also bucks his hips into yours to fill you up to the brim. There's no debate here, if he said you're taking it, you are. Mewl all you want, his cock will kiss your cervix one more time, before he once again denies you of your release and slips it out.
¤ Will stare as his seed drips down your pussy and thighs. It's mesmerizing to him, okay? Especially when you're all trembling and sobbing, that gets him off for round two.
¤ Whenever he's feeling generous, he will make it more enjoyable for you. Though his lovebites still leave bloody markings all over you.
¤ Also, if he's VERY generous, he will finger you. We've all seen what those hands can do, there's no point in denying it'll be divine.
¤ But your clit will literally hurt afterwards. Come on, it's Sukuna, you know the drill.
¤ Praising ain't his cup of tea, but, alas, if he feels gracious enough, he'll give you such courtesy as well. In his typical Sukuna style, of course.
¤ "Gambare, gambare... Serving me so well today. Good girl."
¤ After which he'll slap your pussy for good measure making you squeak and shudder.
¤ Aftercare is not about him, but he'll give you some time to recover. Mostly because he doesn't want anyone but him to see you like this. It's only his treasure to preserve and relish.
¤ All you're getting is another hungry kiss to seal your cursed pact for good, bad and dirty.
"Now... how about we ditch this place and get back home? I'm still... starving."
¤ TOJI FUSHIGURO ¤ NANAMI KENTO ¤
WARNING: lots of rambling + a bit of spoilers to jjk
First of all, chef's kiss, because yes, just yes.
Second, and i'm sorry for dumping it here, but, where's that joke about each fandom sharing one braincell? Because just yesterday i was like
"i want a sort of slow burn with sukuna that starts a thousand years ago when he was at his strongest and the reader was his favorite concubine who he enslaved, corrupted, broke, cursed and so on and so on but then the events of jjk happen and he gets trapped, the reader gets bodied but since they're cursed (+ Stockholm syndrome, so triple YES) they now have the power of reincarnation and they keep coming back in each era although (for obvious plot reasons) their memory is busted and only the presence of sukuna in this world (and i mean living, breathing and kicking, not just the fingers) can bring it back so flashforward to the events of jjk when itadori eats his finger and sukuna is back and it triggers something within the reincarnated reader and they get jujutsu powers, get drafted to school (maybe the different one for plot purposes) but then they get transferred to the one of yuji's and they finally meet-" *takes a deep breath* "they are unable to shake hands because some jolt runs between them, yuji jokes it out but then the reader sees an eye and a mouth emerge on his cheek and it starts rambling some weird nonsense saying they finally meet again and it's creepy as hell and yuji has to forcefully silence sukuna and it's embarrassing and the reader has no clue what is going on-" *another deep breath* "during one of the trainings the reader is paired with itadori and amidst dodging his attacks they manages to grab onto him and they see a flash, a memory from the past, a burning village, white snow painted in blood, a tall menacing figure in the distance, and the image is so livid all the blood-curdling sounds are vivid like it's happening right at that exact moment when in reality the reader just froze and yuji thinks they just got startled and tries to blow a hit thinking we'll dodge like all the previous times but he ends up smacking us across the face and sends us flying to the ground-" *another gulp of air* "and the reader is just laying there like a starfish and staring up at the sky with ringing in their ears as everyone gathers around to help and yuji keeps gulping sorrys and are you okays and as we get seated up and checked for concussion we see the same eye emerging on his cheek and just staring and studying, almost taunting and it's so confusing we have no clue what to make of it because it's sure as hell wasn't a hallucination because nothing can feel so real unless it's a memory-" *nearly faints* "and so the story goes on as the reader tries to make sense of everything and at first obviously hates sukuna's guts but (because i'm delulu, don't come for me) the story progresses in such a way that sukuna changes (a bit) and they also talk and the images keep flashing before our eyes (the smut part too) and it goes on for some time and the feelings grow and grow and if it happens to be Shibuya arc in the end (for angst reasons) then when sukuna basically demolishes everything we end up witnessing first hand that nothing has changed for him and dammit it hurts like hell and here comes a choice to let go and fight or stay and accept and god dammit if the kiss happens it's full of pain and suffering but it feels right-" *finally faints and drops face first into sukuna's boobs*
Anywho, dear authors, i have no power in me write something this enormous (be damned my depressed ass), but if you, yes, YOU, can, then i beg of you to make it to life because i will crawl on all fours and bark for you if you do so
Thanks for reading this nonsense, have a good everything, mwah~
>> bones and ashes
⚔️ sukuna x fem!reader | warnings for: violence, mentions of death, possessiveness (sukuna is as evil as they come so basically every red flag under the sun), non-con that turns into dub-con (Stockholm syndrome), mentions of virginity loss, anatomically impossible size difference (if u know what I mean), blood play, etc | around 5-6k words | also important to note that I absolutely assassinated the canon lore in some points but bare with me
Sukuna doesn’t really have the ability to love. But he thinks he gets close enough when it comes to you. Of course, in his own twisted, macabre way.
Sukuna isn’t familiar to the concept of fondness, let alone anything more profound or meaningful than that. He knows want, desire, possession, curiosity even. But none of those feelings have ever tilted towards the side of affection, nor does he want them to. They’re all narcissistic pulses that keep pushing him forward — towards more power, more control, more of what he can become. He’s not even fond of his own abilities. Arrogant? Perhaps, but not fond. He can’t be fond of something he knows is not at its peak yet, that would just be weakness.
And Sukuna is everything but weak.
He sees you in a cold winter morning and he does what he knows best: he takes. Takes your pride, your virginity, your blood. Takes you like he took the lives of the rest of your village, paints your skin red and watches as the tears wash it away. Sukuna takes and takes until you have nothing left to give, just like he has done countless times before and yet… this time, something switches.
This time, he decides to let you live. Trapped in a dark cell, of course, but alive regardless.
The days move slowly, and you learn to mark their passing by the loud, clanking sound of a metal dish being thrown through a cracked door. The food is mostly raw meet and, after a few days of disgust, you cave in and eat a little of it. Not enough to be satisfied, not even close, but enough to keep you alive for at least a few hours longer.
Sukuna comes by in irregular intervals, and you soon give up on trying to find a pattern in his visits. You know it’s him from the way the door creaks open even further to accommodate his size, and you watch as his large shadow observes your movements for a moment before he kicks the disgusting plate towards you. Most of time time he’s there, you force yourself to eat, afraid of what should come if you turn down his unspoken commands. Once he seems satisfied, he exits without a word.
There is one single advantage in being in a windowless, isolated cell: you can’t hear what goes on up there. You’ve heard enough the day that Sukuna came to your village — the shattering screams, the pleads for mercy, the babies crying, the sound of wood and bone breaking almost too similar to differentiate. You saw creatures beyond your realm and heard awful whispers and threats; held you family as they died and gave up as the snow beneath your hands became as red as the burning sky above. And you know enough about Sukuna’s legend to be aware that it wasn’t an isolated incident.
When evil incarnate arrives, there’s not much you can do but surrender.
Though, when it comes to the legends, you thought that his palace was more of a manner of speak than an actual location. Once again, though, you’ve heard enough legends to know when to stop inquiring about the details.
Sukuna comes in after a week with a plan and a cloud of amusement over his head — frankly, given the state you were in, he thought you would be dead by now. Your stubborn hold on life is as impressive as it is pathetic.
“You looked so small when I first saw you,” his thunderous voice breaks the silence. There’s no food in his hands this time, only the fire cracking behind his form. You’re sitting down on the cold floor, back against the wall, and you don’t even bother looking up at him. “You look even smaller now.”
You don’t answer, because you don’t know what to say. Of course you’re smaller — you’re weak, starving, lacking movement and sunlight. Every muscle in your body aches and the aftertaste of dried blood never leaves your mouth. Smaller is a compliment; you wish you were just bones and ashes by now.
Sukuna takes a heavy step inside the dark chamber. “I killed everyone you’ve ever loved that day,” he says, bluntly. There’s no amusement nor sorrow in his tone — it’s a neutral statement. He lowers himself to your level and, on the corner of your eyes, you see his four arms. He is so wrong, even in a physical sense. Like the scar of something that shouldn’t even exist. “And yet… you live. Do you want to know why?”
You sneer. “I wish you’d just let me die.”
He chuckles, and one hand meets the side of your head. His fingers dig into the dirty, messy strings and pulls on the roots. There are tears on the corners of your eyes but you refuse to let him see them. “That’s exactly why you’re alive,” he says. “I knew you were ready to die when I saw you — all bloodied up, on your knees in the snow. It was quite a sight.” Sukuna’s voice is a malicious whisper as he comes even closer to you — he smells rotten. The tongue that licks up your cheek makes you want to puke. He tastes you the same way as he did on the first day, and you have no idea what he’s searching for. “Tell me, why were you so ready to give yourself to me? Most try to plead at least.”
“Plead for what? Your mercy?” The sarcasm is clear through your tone. The words you mean to say are knotted in the base of your throat and the odor Sukuna reeks is making you dizzy; making you remember everything that came before this. “I— I didn’t have anything else to live for,” you stutter. “You killed… you killed my mother, my father, my baby brother… why would I want to live without them? Why would I humiliate myself asking for mercy from a creature that clearly doesn’t have any to spare?”
Through anger, you look up at him. His eyes are flames bursting through the darkness, and they shine as your words settle on his skin. “Do you only live for love, my little dove?” He asks. “What a purposeless life you have.”
“Do you only live for hate?” You ask back before you can hold your tongue. Somewhere in your mind, you know that he’s capable of unimaginable evil, but you are beyond the point of caution. “What a purposeless legacy you’re leaving behind.”
This angers him. The corners of his mouth twists as he speaks. “You people fear me. Even the strongest of sorcerers doesn’t dare to go against me.”
“I pity you and your ridiculous need for destroying what isn’t yours,” you spit. “And I hate you for keeping me alive. I hate you for everything you’ve done to me and to the people I love. And I hate that you even dare to come here and talk to me like I’m the smaller person for daring to care about something.”
The hands on your hair tighten and he pulls your face against his. Sukuna’s forehead is a furnace against yours, his eyes burn into your soul. “You little insect, I could kill you with a snap of my fingers if I wanted to.”
Your voice shakes but you say it regardless: “Do it, then, what are you waiting for?”
“No,” his answer is more cruel than death could ever be. And he knows that. “And you know why?”
“If you are keeping me alive to have your way with me, so be it, have it,” you say. The tears are obvious now. You wonder if he can smell how fearful you really are. “Violate me like you did before, I don’t care anymore, but just don’t keep me alive just to waste me away.”
His lips are touching yours now, but you can’t pull away even if you tried. Sukuna’s chest is heaving like he’s in the middle of a battle, his voice like a roar in your ears. “Then ask. For. My Mercy.”
“I w-would n-never…”
“Ask!” It’s a loud command that crashes against you like a wave. You sink like there is no adrenaline in your body to keep you afloat; the anger that moved you before is no longer within your reach.
The truth is clear: you’re human. He’s a curse — the king of curses, older than you could ever imagine; probably even more powerful than the legends you’ve heard. His eyes say that there are fates worse than death and you believe them. And maybe, just maybe, if you play by his rules, he’ll grow tired of you and let you wither away.
“P-Please,” you are sobbing now, tears falling down like a cascade. Sukuna licks them and hums in satisfaction, watching as you break apart into a mountain of hiccups and trembling limbs. “Please just… have mercy on me. I’ll do whatever you want just — please, stop torturing me like this.”
“Aw,” he coos. “Was that so hard?”
You want to say that yes, somehow, that took everything still left in you. You want to say that if he wanted to break your spirit, congratulations, he’s done it. But you don’t get the chance.
Sukuna kisses you with the same ferocity you expected, sharp teeth crashing against yours and tongue exploring your mouth with no prior warning. He groans as he tastes you — you, the blood in your food, the salt of your tears — and suddenly it’s all that he will ever crave again. You whimper against his lips as his two lower arms crawl up your thighs and hold onto your hips, pushing you against him as he stands up and presses you against the wall. You feel more caged now than you have felt these past few days.
“Silly little human,” he raps against your lips, then licks your cheek for more of your precious tears. He realizes how much he likes to make you cry. You wince and give out a little sob, which only makes him smile. Finally, his grip on your hair loosens. “What is my name?”
You blink, dumbfounded by the sudden question. “S-Sukuna…?”
He pouts. “Say it like you mean it or I won’t be so nice.”
“Sukuna,” you say more firmly this time.
“There we go, that’s a good girl,” he says. “See how things just work better when you don’t misbehave? Hm?”
You nod. He doesn’t like it. “Y-Yes, I see, I’m sorry.”
“Very good.” The hand that was on your hair moves to hold your face, and it’s so huge that you feel like it would crush your skull with one single movement. As the other two arms hold onto your thighs, the fourth limb squeezes your breast. “Now, this is what’s going to happen, my pretty little human,” Sukuna starts, “I will have my servants take you to my chambers. You will be washed, clothed, and taken care of. They will feed you proper human food this time, whichever it is that your heart desires. How does that sound?”
Sounds like a trap. “And, in return, what do I have to do for you?”
“What do I have to do for you…?” He raises his eyebrows.
“Sukuna,” you complete.
“There’s my perfect little girl,” he says. You hate that something inside you likes the praise. “You will have to wait for me there. Do whatever you prefer, but don’t leave my room. Any attempt at escaping or killing yourself will be futile, and I’ve already warned every single curse that your death will result in a much more dire future for them. So you will be brought back to me. And I promise I won’t be so nice.”
“I understand… Sukuna,” you correct yourself quickly. It doesn’t go unnoticed.
The hand on your breast squeezes tighter, and you bite your lip so you don’t complain. “I knew I was right when I brought you here, something made me spare you. Yet, I don’t know what it is just yet.”
Sukuna is a looming threat above you, his limbs trapping you, and his deep voice is like thunder about to break. You know why so many fear him — you fear him too. And the sooner you act like it, the sooner he’ll grow tired of you. Sooner he’ll realize he was wrong in bringing you into his fortress.
He smirks. “But I believe I’ll discover soon enough.”
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Sukuna’s chambers are as spacious and monstrous as himself — corners switching and adjusting like breathing flesh; furniture morphing into different shapes; the weird odor of something old; the feeling for something lurking. The large windows show a world between worlds; a reality that doesn’t seem right no matter how long you stare at it. His palace is in a dimension you can’t reach, and you give up on trying to understand it. If anything, the more you wonder about it, the more you shake under the weight of the sheer power it must take to keep it all existing like solid matter.
Your passage of time is morphed and unreliable, but you would guess that a couple weeks have passed by the time that you come to terms that, perhaps, Sukuna isn’t as easy to bore as you first expected. The fire in his eyes doesn’t seem to diminish as he sees you — if anything, his eagerness to have you all to himself only seems to expand — and the way he takes care of you makes you realize that he isn’t planning on letting you die anytime soon.
Life in his chambers is far more comfortable, you admit, but it’s a prison nonetheless. Still, you can’t say that you are mistreated. In his chambers, you are bathed and clothed, well-fed and pampered. You soon come back to your normal weight and the fatigue leaves your body; there is more space to move, more things to do. The curses that come to check on you seem to be strangely kind and human-like, though you know it’s out of fear and not out of worry, and they keep your mind occupied with several stories and legends as the days move on.
Sukuna is more absent than you would have imagined, conquering and killing as often as he can. When he finally comes to you he is clean, recently bathed, but you can still see he is fresh from a battle, some mindless corruption beyond the horizon that you would rather hear nothing about. There are shallow scars and deep cuts that heal unreasonably quickly; dried blood that hasn’t quite washed away and ashes beneath his fingernails.
You ask whose village he has attacked this time, but he says it doesn’t matter, because there are no survivors.
“I never leave any survivors,” he completes, kissing your forehead, “besides you, my little human.”
You don’t push beyond that information, but the feeling of being special, chosen, starts to blossom like a dangerous rose inside your chest. It stings and stings, but grows regardless, and you see yourself less able to fight against his possessive claims. You start to enjoy them. You start to wonder if life beyond those walls is worth fighting for when you seem to have everything you would ever wish for right here.
You can always tell when Sukuna is about to arrive in this world because the atmosphere switches into something darker, heavier. The air seems thicker and the clouds beyond your windows start to bleed into a deep shade of red. Sukuna returns with the apocalypse on his back, and, when he does, he uses your body as he pleases.
Like the room around you, there is constant change. Sometimes it hurts like hell; sometimes it’s pleasurable. Sometimes you wish it would just end and you end up crying in despair; sometimes you look at him like you might get used to feeling him inside of you. Some days, Sukuna is kinder, more patient, taking time to adjust you to his enormous size and even makes sure that you enjoy it before reaching his end; fucking you full of his cum until you can’t think of one single thing besides him. Other days, you know he is angry just by the way he walks through the door — and, in those days, you are left bleeding and bruised as he uses your body in every single way until he’s close enough to satisfied. That, on itself, can take a long, long time.
You realize that, during those violent days, he could use one of his curses to please himself, but he prefers to use you — because you bleed, you cry, and you suffer. As long as your pain exists, his interest is unwavering.
However, like everything else, you adapt, get used to it. Routine becomes familiar and you learn the tell-tale signs of his rancid mood; learn how to make it a little better and what things to avoid. You stop thinking about getting away — you don’t even have anywhere else to go — and start longing for his presence as he takes more time to come back home. Sukuna is warm, safe; next to him you know you are shielded from any harm. When he appears, no one dares to look or touch you, no one speaks until they are spoken to. Just by being in his gravitational pull, you are protected and no harm will ever come your way again.
Even if it hurts, you start hoping that he won’t get tired of you.
Sukuna, on the other hand, isn’t quite sure how he feels about it all.
It’s not love — he has gone over that one a few hundred times already, has marked off every possible scenario and imagined every possible feeling, and he is sure it isn’t love. To be frank, he doesn’t even think he’s capable of it even if he wanted to, he sold his soul too long ago to even remember how normal humans love. But if it’s not love, it’s something similar — a kind of tenderness, fondness. He has a soft spot for you, to put it bluntly. Though not in the typical sense.
Sukuna adores you like a painter adores his favorite canvas; like an exotic bird in a cage — he adores you with possession, obsession, with the knowledge that you can’t ever get away from his grip. He is fond of you in a way that he would murder anyone who would even dare to touch what is his; but would never set you free. He can hurt you, he can tear you into pieces and build you to his liking. Sukuna can kiss you or bite you; hug or break you, but it’s because you’re his little pet and no one else’s.
He is fond of the way you bend for him; the way you look at him with sheer adoration in your eyes even after he has taken everything from you. He is fond of the way that only he could kill you; that your small life is in his hands and you thank him for it. Sukuna is fond of the way your tight little cunt stretches so wide to take his fat cock; lives for the little whimpers you give out and the tears that stain his satin sheets when he finally allows you to cum for him. If he could crawl inside your soul, he would. If he could take it and eat it and have you forever, he would.
He doesn’t know why he craves you so much, but he knows that nothing else gives him the same high anymore.
So he keeps you.
It’s a heavy stormy night when he comes back the next time, and his room is only illuminated by a few candles and the lightening from outside. You’re in his large bed, looking as small as that day in the snow, and there is a touch of worry in your eyes that he doesn’t miss. But he ignores it.
“Undress,” he commands.
You rush to do as he says, throwing the faint fabric over your head. It falls to the ground as Sukuna walks towards the bed, his massive weight making it dip under his knee as he leans closer to you.
“My pretty little doll,” Sukuna muses. “Missed me?”
He always asks that. And your answer is always the same.
“So much, Sukuna.”
It’s more honest every time.
He hums, satisfied, and smirks as he pushes your hair away from your face. “I have something to tell you, and I think you will like it,” Sukuna says. You look at him with wide eyes as he settles over you, his four arms caging your body as you lay down. The mouth on his stomach open and closes, a large tongue coming out before it vanishes again — it always does it when he’s particularly excited. “Would you like to know what it is?”
You know he will tell you regardless. Like all the tales of his battles, he lives for the glimpse of horror in the back of your eyes. “Yes, Sukuna.”
“Seems like you are famous now,” he starts. You furrow your eyebrows. “Sorcerers are trying to save you. The poor little human girl that Sukuna took as a prisoner months ago.” He kisses your neck, then licks the skin. You shiver — months, it has been months then. “Two of them tried to enter my domain today, stupid little insects,” he continues. Another hand lands on your exposed breast, playing with your nipple. “You have no idea how enraged that made me, my little human. To have someone try to take you away from me; to try and to enter my domain and take you from me.”
His voice turns into a growl by the end of the sentence, and you feel the familiar pulse of terror running through your veins. He’s in a bad mood, that’s obvious, but there’s something hiding beneath that as well.
“What did you do to them?” You ask. “Did they get in?”
Sukuna chuckles darkly, and the hand that was on your breast now settles on your clit, massaging it softly. “I took care of them, my sweet thing, of course,” he says. Your breath hitches at the slow pleasure of his movements, and your eyes flutter shut. “No one will ever take you from me.”
“I don’t want to lose you,” you say without a thought. In your heart, you feel it’s wrong. But without him, you have nothing. “I’m yours forever, Sukuna.”
“I know you are,” he answers.
Sukuna holds you by the throat as he kisses you — not enough to suffocate you, but enough to make you a little dizzy. Your eyes cross mindlessly as his tongue invades your mouth; a deep groan coming from his chest as he tastes your lips. He always kisses you violently, possessively, like he wishes to suck your soul out of your chest. Beneath his size you can only shrink and hold onto his large biceps, the wetness between your legs growing as he takes what is his.
He pulls back, ignoring the string of saliva that connects you two. “Pretty little thing,” he muses, shoving his middle finger inside your mouth. “Suck for me.”
You do as he says and he smirks at the feeling of your pretty lips around his large finger. Soon enough, the same digit is invading your pussy, curling up so quickly that you see starts at your peripheral vision.
“Relax or it’ll hurt again,” he says — not like he cares about it. “I want you to remember tonight.”
“W-Why?”
“Because I’ll make sure that you’ll be mine forever,” he says, a devilish smile on the corners of his lips. “So no one can take you from me. No one would even try.”
Your breath is getting heavier, and you don’t even register what he’s telling you — he could do a billion things to you and you’d still let him. The time spent only in his company made your resolution vanish, and you became exactly what he wanted you to: another possession for him to do as he pleases. Because of him, you have nothing else. Besides him, you have nothing.
“You’re not cumming around my finger tonight,” he says and quickly removes his hand from your cunt. You whine at the sudden emptiness, walls spasming around nothing, but you know better than to protest. “It’s going to be around my cock, you got it?”
“Yes, Sukuna,” you say.
“Good girl,” he muses. His lower arms move to undo his pants as his mouth attacks yours once again. His sharp teeth drain blood from your lips and he groans at the metallic taste; drinks the little sob of pain you let out. “You’re all fucking mine. Forever,” he growls, “I’ll make you live forever with me.”
Months ago, that would be torture. But now, “It sounds like heaven, Sukuna,” you say. “I love you.”
Your vision falls to where his hands are working. His cock is massive, bigger than your forearm, balls swinging out of his shorts and falling heavy under his shaft. Your entire body tingles in anticipation as he strokes himself, aligning his cockhead with your opening. “Tiny fucking cunt,” he curses, rubbing it against your soaked folds. “I’ll train you to take my cock even better than now, kitten.” Your mouth falls open as he starts to push in and it hurts — no matter how many times you’ve taken him, it always burns. “Way too fucking tight for my fat cock, you know that?”
“I-I’m sorry, I’ll do better-“
He chuckles. “I fucking love it.”
In one strong motion, he shoves himself as deep as he can, pressing against your cervix as you whine at his size. It isn’t fair — it’s so thick you can’t even breathe, you can feel him in your stomach, pressing and pulsing until you can’t think of anything but the sheer size of his massive cock inside your poor little hole. Your walls hurt to accommodate his girth, stretching as far as they can, but it never seems like it’s enough.
“It’s t-too big, Sukuna,” you whine. And it is. You know he must be doing something to your body so you can even be alive right now, because it’s not humanly possible to take such a big cock. “I c-can’t…”
His hand lands on your head and pulls at the roots. “You are my special little human, my obedient little girl,” he reminds you. His cock throbs inside you and you whimper, the small movement alone makes you drool. “You will do anything I tell you to do.”
You nod. “Y-Yes.”
“So when I tell you to take it….” He rolls his hips even deeper and you call his name so loud that you’re sure the entire world will hear it. “You’ll fucking take it.”
You don’t even have the ability to answer as he starts to pound deep inside your soaked cunt, hard and violent, as he is. Your vision is blurry with tears as you look down to see his massive cock bullying itself again and again inside your cunt, taking everything you have to give.
“Look at me when I claim you,” Sukuna warns and you do it instantly. Your legs wrap around his hips and he squeezes your ass so hard it will bruise. There’s a malicious glint in his red eyes that never quite goes away, no matter how much he tries, and now it’s deadset on you. “My precious little girl,” he calls, voice strained with pleasure. You can tell from the way his cock throbs that he is close, but it doesn’t matter. He just keeps going. “You told me you love me. Do you only live for love, kitten?”
“I live f-for loving you, S-Sukuna,” you respond automatically. “I live for you.”
Sukuna groans like an animal — he adores what a stupid little fuckdoll he has turned you into. He can never get tired of this; he can never let it get away. “You’ll die for me, kitten?”
You nod so quickly you get dizzy. “Yes, a-anything… I’m yours f-forever.”
He calls your name like he has never done before, a little insane, a little sweet. If the sheer size of Sukuna’s genitals aren’t anything to go by, he cums a lot — it oozes out of your cunt before he’s even halfway through, cock throbbing and leaking again and again until you’re filled to the brim. His huge balls smack against your ass as he continues to bully himself inside you, a little more desperate now, intoxicated by his own pleasure.
There’s no rest, there never is. He only takes and takes.
“I’ll make you mine,” he groans.
“I’m yours, Sukuna, I’m yours…” you repeat like a broken record, half-aware of your own voice through the loud moans and hiccups. You watch in ecstasy as he uses one of his sharp nails to cut the palm of his hand, blood oozing out of it and dropping on your breasts. It’s like you know what he will say even before he says it. “You want me t-to-“
“Drink it.”
Perhaps you should be scared, but you’re not. Your mouth opens without a second thought and he presses his large palm on your lips, muffling your moans and allowing the hot dark liquid to invade your tongue. Sukuna’s blood is thick and it tastes like poison, but you do as he says, liking his flesh and drinking it until he seems satisfied and takes his hand away.
It strikes your body like an arrow, straight through your chest and expanding like deep roots. You feel as his blood burns your insides, changing something in your very existence. It’s hard to think through the sensations — the pleasure building up, the venom running through your veins, the mixture of devotion and fear that dances inside your mind. Your vision is double, black around the edges, and you think you might be cumming but you’re not sure you can even feel your body anymore. Sukuna’s voice echoes muffled in the background, and you can see his mouth moving in slow motion, but you don’t understand his words. You think you are crying. You think you can’t breathe. You think you are dying and being born at the same time and you don’t know why you feel so grateful for it all.
Your lungs are on fire and your throat is dry. You try to speak, but can’t. You have the vague flashback of the time your uncle made you drink alcohol, it burns just the same, but this time, no one is laughing. This time, you’re dying.
“… at me.”
This time, Sukuna’s voice rings sharp and clear. You stare at him, confused, as the flames inside your chest slowly subside.
“Keep looking at me,” he repeats, commanding.
You try to nod, but your head doesn’t move. You can’t see the room around you anymore. “H-Hurts,” you manage to get out.
“I know,” he says, and there’s a touch of softness in his voice you don’t ignore. “Focus on me. I’ll make it feel better.”
And that’s what you try to do, even if your soul seems to be floating miles above your body. You look down at where he is still moving in and out of you, at the white-coated mess that drips from your hole and soaks your inner thighs. It doesn’t seem to hurt as badly now, like your body is changing to accommodate him even better — in fact, it feels like heaven.
You look up at him, dumbfounded. “I t-think I’m going to cum, Sukuna,” the words come easier now, and you feel like you can move again. Though, it still feels like a dream. “It’s so g-good.”
“Cum on my fat cock, then, make me proud,” he coos. You close your eyes and nod, trying to focus on the paradise that blooms between your legs. You feel every ridge and vein of his massive cock; hear the lewd squelching sounds of his cum leaking out of you. It comes to you faster than you would have imagined, washing through your body like a wave as you cry and shake miserably. “That’s my girl, fuck, there we go, that’s my perfect little girl.”
The spasming of your walls manages to milk more cum out of him and he groans loudly as he releases inside you once more. Sukuna cums so much it makes you breathless, filling you again and again until he’s satisfied and the sheets beneath you have no salvation left.
“There we go, take everything,” he says in a strained groan, “every fucking drop inside this tight fucking cunt.”
Sukuna looks absolutely insane above you — fucking his cock so hard into you that it seems like he will never have the chance again; eyes blown wide and his teeth clenched. You cum again, this time a little softer, as you feel his thick cock shoot a specially large amount of cum inside your pussy, and wait until he’s done using your body.
Eventually, he settles, pressing his forehead against yours and looking deep inside your eyes. The redness in them is shining like flames, watching every movement of your face.
“Feels weird,” you say. “I feel dizzy.”
He chuckles and removes himself from you. Another white-hot wave gushes out of your cunt, and he sits back to watch it drip. “There we go, it wasn’t so bad, was it?”
You swallow, your tongue is still numb inside your mouth. “It was horrible, Sukuna. I felt like I was going to die.”
Sukuna smiles and uses two fingers to push some of his cum back inside you. “I can promise you it was better than when I did,” he says, and you’re confused for a moment. “But now we don’t have anything to worry about anymore, my sweet thing. Those pathetic little sorcerers won’t want you.”
“H-How are you so sure?” You ask.
“Aw, my sweet, stupid little girl.” He pouts, condescending as always. “No one will want to save a curse now.”
Your eyes widen. “Did you…?”
“I told you.” Sukuna licks his own blood at the corner of your mouth. “You are mine forever.”
I would love a spin off of this on the actual show
big bro sukuna because im a sucker for sibling au
I keep wondering why so many fans (including myself) were bitter about the jjk ending.
Best I can think of is that it's because of the collectivist nature of the narrative -
defeating Sukuna was a collective struggle.
Jjk narrative seeks to dismantle the extreme individualism/hero-cult.
For us - a society built on the logic of hiarchy, that's a hard pill to swallow.
Gojo "winning" by having played his part in the collective struggle and having no regrets and Sukuna "losing" and thus regretting his choices that were proven wrong, choosing for the first time ever to reincarnate open to love -
... means there are no simple solutions, people can change, love, and work together no matter their personal differences.
There is no solitary evil mogul that we can pin all the evil on, and no solitary hero that we can push our own responsibility for saving the collapsing society on. No, it's our own responsibility to carry on as the new generation.
Also, there is a point of how mundane were the last two chapters before this. As if to remind us that life goes on and that there must come a time when students fly out of the nest and pick up their role as the next responsible ones.
Ah.
...
(( But i still miss Gojo, man. ))
I don’t usually post up here 😅 but I’m having trouble finding a fanfic that I was reading. It was a Sukuna x reader and reader got into a car accident and lost her memory and Sukuna is helping her remember day by day. It was on Ao3, if anyone can find it thank you so much🙏
spoilers for jjk 261;
Yall im actually gonna sob if Yuta dies after this, first Megumi(?), Gojo, Choso, and now Yuta 😭😭😭
it may sound like cope but I don’t think this is the end of Gojo, it just wouldn’t be good if it is, like even if he dies maybe, just maybe he appears one more time (hugest copium). If that doesn’t happen they better not take Yuta away 😫
also I wanna hug Itadori, my man has suffered way to
much and lost way to much , someone needs to come back otherwise he won’t be okay at all
I'M ALIVE (╯°□°）╯
I'm alive... And also, in my free time I made drawings only with a pen (･ัω･ั)
sukuna yearning. sukuna yearning. sukuna yearning. sukuna yearning. sukuna yearning. sukuna yearning.
wrapped in sunlight, wrapped in you ☀️
summary: on a crisp winter afternoon, toji surprises you with a picnic by the lake, complete with warm sunlight, soft banter, and stolen kisses. as the breeze grows cooler, his arms grow warmer, and what starts as playful teasing turns into a tender moment wrapped in quiet affection.
genre: fluff, slice of life, romance
toji wasn’t one for typical romantic gestures, so when he appeared in your doorway holding a picnic basket and a folded blanket, you were understandably suspicious.
“did you get possessed by a rom-com protagonist?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe with an amused grin.
he rolled his eyes, pushing past you like he owned the place. “shut up and put on something warm. you’re always whining about how cold you get.”
“and where are we going exactly?”
“out,” he said simply, setting the basket down on your counter.
you stared at him, trying to decipher his tone. “out where?”
he turned to you, raising an eyebrow. “does it matter? i’m taking you somewhere nice. stop asking questions before i change my mind.”
that earned a laugh out of you, and you grabbed your jacket, deciding to go along with it. “you’re lucky i’m curious.”
“you’re lucky i like you enough to put up with your attitude,” he shot back, smirking.
the drive was quiet but comfortable, with toji’s hand resting on the gear shift. occasionally, he’d glance at you, his lips quirking when you caught him.
“you’re staring again,” you said, breaking the silence.
“just trying to figure out why i’m doing this for you,” he replied, though the way his eyes softened gave him away.
“because i’m cute,” you said confidently, earning a snort from him.
“you’re a pain in the ass,” he muttered, but his hand shifted to rest on your knee, squeezing lightly.
when you arrived at the park, the winter sun was shining brightly, casting a golden glow over the bare trees and the quiet lake nearby. it was the kind of day that made winter feel less harsh and more magical.
“you picked this spot?” you asked, surprised as he carried the basket and blanket to a sunny patch near the water.
“don’t make it a big deal,” he said, setting everything down. “you’re always talking about fresh air and sunlight. figured i’d shut you up for a day.”
“aw, toji, that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me,” you teased, grinning as you spread the blanket.
“keep it up and i’ll eat all the food myself,” he warned, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward.
the basket was simple but thoughtful: sandwiches wrapped neatly, a container of cut-up fruit, pastries that looked like they came from your favorite bakery, and a thermos filled with something steaming.
“you really outdid yourself,” you said, looking at him in mock awe.
“don’t act so surprised,” he replied, sitting down with a huff. “i’m good at everything i do.”
“everything?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.
he smirked, leaning in slightly. “you wanna test that theory later?”
your cheeks went warm, and you swatted his arm. “toji!”
he just laughed, pleased with himself, and unwrapped a sandwich.
as you ate, a small dog wandered up to your blanket, its tail wagging furiously.
“look at this little guy!” you said, holding out a hand for the dog to sniff.
toji eyed it warily. “great. freeloaders.”
“he’s cute!” you said, scratching the dog behind the ears. “he just wants to be friends.”
“or he wants food,” toji said, but he still broke off a piece of his sandwich and handed it to the dog, who took it eagerly.
“aw, look at you, mr. softie,” you teased, grinning.
he gave you a deadpan look. “don’t push it.”
the dog eventually curled up at the edge of your blanket, and toji leaned back on his hands, watching the lake. the sunlight caught in his dark hair, and for a moment, you forgot about the teasing.
“you’re staring again,” he said, not even looking at you.
“just trying to figure out why i like you,” you shot back, though the warmth in your voice gave you away.
“because i’m hot,” he replied easily, smirking when you rolled your eyes.
“so modest,” you said, leaning back beside him.
he glanced down at you, his smirk softening into something gentler. “you don’t mind, do you?”
“mind what?”
“this,” he said, gesturing vaguely to the blanket, the basket, the moment. “the whole… picnic thing.”
“toji,” you said, leaning closer, “i love this. it’s perfect.”
he grunted, but his hand found yours, his thumb brushing over your knuckles.
as the afternoon went on, a breeze picked up, and you shivered despite the sunlight. toji noticed immediately, tugging you closer until you were practically in his lap.
“come here,” he said, wrapping his arms around you. “can’t have you freezing to death.”
“you’re just using me for warmth,” you said, but you nestled against him anyway.
“damn right,” he muttered, resting his chin on your head.
you tilted your head back to look up at him, grinning. “you’re so obvious.”
he smirked down at you, his eyes glinting with amusement. “yeah? you’re lucky i like you.”
you laughed, but your cheeks were warm again, and when he leaned down to kiss you, you didn’t stop him. it was soft, slow, and it made your heart flutter in a way that still surprised you.
when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “you’re cute when you blush,” he said, his voice low.
“you’re impossible,” you muttered, though you couldn’t stop smiling.
“you love it,” he replied, smirking.
“unfortunately,” you said, earning a chuckle from him.
as the sun began to set, casting the sky in hues of orange and pink, you stayed there in his arms, feeling like the world outside your little blanket didn’t exist.
“so,” you said after a while, breaking the comfortable silence. “does this mean i can drag you on more picnics?”
he groaned dramatically. “don’t push your luck.”
but the way he held you tighter told you everything you needed to know.
bunny kisses 🐇 & pancake mornings 🥞 with fushiguro fam 🤍✨
the soft glow of early morning light spilled into the bedroom. mamaguro was still half-asleep, curled under the blanket, when she felt a tiny hand patting her face.
“mama,” came the little voice, insistent but garbled with sleep.
she cracked open one eye to see baby megumi sitting up beside her, his black hair sticking up in every direction like a little bird's nest. he had one of his plushies clutched in his arms—a floppy-eared bunny she’d sewn for him—and his big blue-green eyes blinked at her expectantly.
“good morning, sweetheart,” mamaguro murmured, brushing her fingers through his messy hair.
toji, sprawled out on the other side of the bed, let out a loud snore, earning a giggle from megumi. the little boy turned toward his dad, crawling clumsily over to him.
“papa!” megumi declared, plopping down on toji’s chest.
toji groaned, one eye cracking open to see his son grinning down at him. “gumi, buddy, it’s too early for this,” he muttered, his voice rough with sleep.
but megumi wasn’t deterred. he leaned down, pressing his tiny hands to toji’s cheeks, smooshing them together as he giggled. “wake up, papa!”
mamaguro laughed softly from her side of the bed. “looks like someone’s decided it’s time to start the day.”
toji let out a dramatic sigh, pulling megumi into his arms and rolling onto his back, the little boy squealing in delight. “you’re lucky you’re cute, kid,” toji said, smirking as he tickled megumi’s sides, earning more giggles.
megumi squirmed, holding his bunny tight as he buried his face in toji’s chest. “papa, nooo!”
“papa, yes,” toji teased, tickling him one last time before letting him go.
mamaguro propped herself up on one elbow, watching the two of them with a soft smile. “you two are a handful, you know that?”
toji glanced over at her, grinning. “you love it.”
“maybe,” she admitted, reaching out to scoop megumi into her arms. she kissed his chubby cheek, making him giggle again.
“mama,” megumi said softly, leaning his head against her shoulder, his little hand clutching her shirt.
toji sat up, ruffling megumi’s hair. “all right, let’s get breakfast going. pancakes, little guy?”
megumi’s eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands. “’cakes!”
“you spoil him,” mamaguro said with a mock sigh, standing up with megumi in her arms.
toji smirked, throwing an arm around her shoulders as they headed to the kitchen. “yeah, but he’s worth it.”
the kitchen was a cozy mess of warm light and the faint smell of coffee. mamaguro settled into a chair with baby megumi on her lap, his bunny still firmly in his grasp. he babbled happily, occasionally pointing at random things on the table.
toji stood at the stove, wearing an apron mamaguro had insisted he buy months ago. it was black with the words "grill master" printed on it—a little over the top for pancakes, but he wore it anyway.
“watch and learn, gumi,” toji said, flipping a pancake with a little too much flair.
megumi clapped his tiny hands together, clearly impressed by his dad’s “technique.” mamaguro hid a smile behind her hand.
“you know,” she teased, “the goal is to keep the pancake in the pan, not send it flying across the room.”
toji glanced back, a cocky smirk tugging at his lips. “have some faith, woman. i’ve got this.”
just as he said it, the next pancake flipped… and landed half out of the pan. toji froze, his hand hovering in midair as mamaguro burst into laughter.
“got this, huh?” she said between giggles.
toji sighed dramatically, scraping the half-flipped pancake back into the pan. “you’re setting me up for failure here. the kid’s watching; he’s gonna think i’m an amateur.”
megumi, oblivious to his dad’s plight, was more interested in chewing on his bunny’s ear.
“i think he’s more concerned about breakfast arriving soon,” mamaguro said, gently bouncing megumi on her knee.
“all right, all right,” toji grumbled, focusing on the pan again. after a few more successful flips, he finally had a respectable stack of pancakes. he plated them with a flourish, adding a dollop of butter and a drizzle of syrup.
“voilà,” he said, setting the plate down in front of mamaguro and megumi. “breakfast, courtesy of chef toji.”
megumi reached for the plate immediately, babbling excitedly. mamaguro grabbed his little hands just in time. “hold on, sweetheart. it’s hot.”
toji sat down across from them, watching as mamaguro carefully cut up a pancake into tiny pieces for megumi.
“you spoil him,” toji said with a smirk, mimicking her earlier words.
“he’s worth it,” mamaguro replied, a playful glint in her eyes as she handed megumi a tiny fork.
megumi managed to stab a piece of pancake and shove it into his mouth, syrup smearing across his cheek. he looked up at toji with wide, delighted eyes.
“good?” toji asked, leaning forward.
“good!” megumi replied around a mouthful of pancake.
toji grinned, reaching over to ruffle his hair. “that’s my boy.”
mamaguro watched them with a warm smile, her heart full as her two favorite people shared a quiet, simple moment together.
after breakfast, the kitchen was a sticky war zone of syrup smears and a plate with half-eaten pancake bits strewn about. megumi, with syrup on his cheeks, hands, and somehow even his hair, sat in mamaguro’s lap, blissfully unaware of the chaos he’d caused.
“you know,” mamaguro started, dabbing at megumi’s face with a damp cloth, “if you’re going to call yourself a chef, maybe you could also learn to clean like one.”
toji leaned back in his chair, arms crossed behind his head. “hey, my job was pancakes. cleaning’s extra.”
she gave him a mock glare, her lips twitching upward in a smile. “extra, huh? should we count how many pancakes landed halfway out of the pan?”
toji grinned, standing and stretching. “fine, fine. i’ll handle it.” he grabbed a towel and started wiping down the counters, glancing over at them as he worked.
“you know,” he said, smirking, “gumi’s already showing promise. he liked my cooking more than yours.”
“oh, really?” mamaguro said, raising an eyebrow.
toji pointed toward megumi, who was chewing on his bunny’s ear. “look at that face. that’s the face of a satisfied customer.”
megumi chose that moment to let out a small hiccup, which was immediately followed by a bubbly giggle.
“case closed,” toji declared, tossing the towel onto the counter.
“you’re ridiculous,” mamaguro said with a laugh, standing up with megumi in her arms. she kissed the top of megumi’s head, sticky hair and all, then turned to toji. “your satisfied customer needs a bath.”
“hey, it’s only fair if i made breakfast, you take bath duty,” toji teased, leaning against the counter.
mamaguro rolled her eyes. “it’s bath duty, not a death sentence.”
but toji was already moving toward her, taking megumi from her arms. “nah, i’ll handle it. gumi and i have a system, right, kid?”
megumi stared up at him, blinking slowly before reaching for toji’s nose.
“see?” toji said with a grin. “teamwork.”
the bathroom was soon filled with the sound of splashing water and megumi’s giggles. mamaguro lingered in the doorway, leaning against the frame as she watched them.
toji knelt by the tub, rolling up his sleeves as he carefully poured water over megumi’s head. the little boy squealed, splashing water everywhere, including directly onto toji’s face.
“gumi,” toji said, wiping his face with a hand, “you trying to drown me here?”
megumi just laughed, kicking his legs in the water.
“he’s a menace,” mamaguro said, her voice filled with affection.
toji glanced back at her, water dripping from his chin. “he gets it from you.”
“sure he does,” she said, crossing her arms.
toji turned back to megumi, who was now busy chewing on the edge of a rubber duck. “all right, buddy, let’s finish this up before your mama decides to frame me for war crimes.”
megumi just babbled in response, completely at ease in his dad’s hands.
after the bath, megumi was wrapped in a fluffy towel, his hair sticking up in soft tufts. mamaguro took him from toji and began drying him off, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks as he squirmed in her arms.
“you’re all clean now, aren’t you, sweetheart?” she cooed.
toji watched them, leaning against the doorway with a towel slung over his shoulder. “you know,” he said, his voice quieter now, “we’ve got a pretty good thing here.”
mamaguro looked up, meeting his eyes. there was a softness there, a rare vulnerability that made her chest ache.
“yeah,” she said, smiling at him. “we do.”
toji stepped closer, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and leaning down to kiss the top of her head. “thanks for putting up with me,” he murmured.
“always,” she said softly, resting her head against his shoulder as megumi yawned in her arms.
it was these small, quiet moments that she held onto—messy, chaotic, and utterly perfect in their own way.
Can I kindly ask for sukuna to fuck me like that's all I really want but I want the whole sha'bang okay. Like can I just wake up to this grumpy demon cat fucking me to an inch of my life huh too much to ask. Then can I wake up next to him for the rest of my life that can't be much right. If I can't have those then can I just have a little highschool sweetheart romance with this man and the live out everything previously typed, like I'm not obsessed I'm addicted okay I don't think I'll make it till tomorrow like please can we hold hands and walk around in a park, can we watch a movie but just letting play in the background as we kiss, can we just be together this can't be too much to ask, can I just pester and annoy him for hours on end while he works so I can get a proper dicking down. Like I want to do everything with this man OMFG like have kids and live happily ever after. I just wanna sit at the dinner table eating the food he so lovingly prepared for us, or sit on the couch dissing Disney for their shit live actions. This can't possibly be too much to ask right, right. Okay if it's too much can he be my co-worker or like this dude who has the same jogging route as me so that we always intersect and give each other a little smile and wave. I swear that's not too much to ask if we could be friends with benefits I just wanna have some kind of relationship with this man, can we be online friends like at this point pictures and video calls are enough cause let's be for real we're in different continents this has to be the most realistic right right. Anything to be even remotely close to this man. That can't be too much too ask. Or we can be penpals just please.