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 ꣑୧ 06

 ꣑୧ she/her

 ꣑୧ stressed out med-student

 ꣑୧ jjk drabbles

 ꣑୧ i dabble in fluff

 ꣑୧ fellow writers let’s be mooties

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nerd!satoru vs his pervert allegations

you hum skipping up the stairs, some latest tune with your hair swishing behind you as you reach your room.

flicking on a light, you throw your bag onto the couch and immediately release your hair from the shackles of your high pony.

wind-down time after a fun night with your girls.

taking of your shirt you approach your favorite part.

you can finally, finally unhook your bra.

twisting your shoulders back you turn around to watch yourself unhook it in the mirror until..

in the reflection of the mirror your eyes land on your window.

what the-

you scream throwing the nearest thing (your purse) at the window and quickly pull your shirt back on.

a flash of white hair moves behind it as your purse makes contact with the glass, bouncing off rather dramatically.

is that…?

continue to speak to him / ...and dies there

instead you stand up, hiding your nerves.

“i have my terms”

it was surprising how patient this…monster was with you. you didn’t know how else to refer to him.

husband…?

a flush rose up to your cheeks at that thought.

“don’t get all mushy on me now, go on” sukuna grinned, nothing ever did escape his notice.

“you must go away now, it is…not proper” you spoke firmly.

“proper?” sukuna had never been so amused in his life, to be asked to practice chastity from one’s own soon to be wife, huh..

“it may seem silly to you, but it matters to me, go then and come back in a moon” you raise your eyes to match your gaze with him just to see a look so raw you couldn’t place it as to what.

what could it possibly mean?

“we’ve only just met, wife. yet you ask me to leave?” sukuna quirks a brow.

you nod shyly.

“fine” is he…pouting?

you didn’t want to assume but the creature they’d asked you to fear so much didn’t seem all that scary up close.

“not before i get something in return” he continues.

and…that’s you must never be too trusting.

before you know it sukuna, has you pinned against the wall. a primal urge surges through him as he breathes in your scent deeply.

“w..wait—“ you brace your hands on his shoulders.

“hmm” he breathes.

you gulp, searching his eyes…for something.

he nods stepping away, and then he’s gone leaving his touch and his promise of a proposal behind.

sukuna leaves for now, and in a month you wed him as his lawful wife.

all goes to plan, maybe the illusion of choice worked out in your favor then.

fin.

firefly; this was so #episode of me, i wanted to try this idea here on tumblr I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED

run for your life / ….HELP!!

your breath comes out in a sharp gust not before sukuna pulls you back by your ankle and clamps your mouth shut with one of his hands.

“no one’s gonna help you now, princess”

your eyes frantically dart around, as you bite down sharp on his hand.

sukuna hisses pulling his hand off of your mouth and shaking it dismissively.

“nasty little thing” he tightens his almost bruising grip on your ankle.

“don’t you worry, you’ll be just fine” now he’s got you up and above his shoulders, his inked tattoos glistening under the shift of his muscles.

sukuna starts to climb out of your window, as you kick and fuss for him to put you down.

“take a look one last time” he whistles at your antics, “you’re coming with me now”

now that the king of curses had you in his grasp, it was foolish of you to believe you’d have a say otherwise.

now you must live out your days at his mercy, if only you’d just given in since the start.

how easily you fell for the illusion of choice.

fin.

firefly; better luck next time!

feed the curiosity

against your better judgment, you smooth the parchment flat across your desk.

the letter seems to be almost...expectant.

you dip your quill into ink, debating as the nib hovers.

what does one even write to a man who has announced your future as though discussing tomorrow's weather?

you should refuse him. you should curse his name.

instead, your lips twitch.

if he had the audacity to send you a letter, then perhaps you had the audacity to answer it.

you begin with a determination.

to Lord Ryomen Sukuna,

if this is your idea of a marriage proposal, i should hate to imagine your courtship.

no one alive seems foolish enough to tell you "no."

i confess there is one thing i cannot understand.

why me?

surely there are women far more beautiful. far more accomplished. far more willing to become your wife without questioning your every word.

have you exhausted every other option?

or are you simply incapable of finding anyone who can tolerate you for more than an evening?

since you've neglected to explain yourself, i find my curiosity rather inconvenient.

very well.

i accept your proposal...

— your unwilling bride.

burn it / refuse it all.

you rise with a fury, walking up to the hearth.

who the hell does he think he is? i'm not a coward to surrender my own freedom, he cannot force me into obedience.

your grind your teeth tearing up the letter into bits and pieces.

a part of you fears it's consequences, but your rage towards him outweighed it all.

you watch the paper burn leaving nothing but ash.

you go back to lay on your bed, staring out at the moon. your brows furrow with your thoughts and an ominous restlessness settles over you.

thats when you spot it.

eyes, watching you.

not one but four.

before you can convince yourself you've imagined them, a hand. far too large, its fingers ending in claw-like nails hooks around the window frame.

the wood groans.

it's shutters are forced open as wide as they'll go.

your breath catches.

you scramble backward across the mattress, every instinct screaming at you to run, yet your body refuses to move.

a scream rises in your throat...

...and dies there / ....HELP!!!

open the letter

you break the seal.

the parchment unfolds with an almost ceremonial slowness.

the handwriting is infuriatingly beautiful, you take a deep breath before reading the next line.

maybe a part of you knew that tredging further would seal your fate, forever.

to the daughter of The Great House,

you will be my wife.

there is no request within this letter, only courtesy.

our marriage will take place when the moon has completed its next cycle.

your family has already accepted my terms.

i deemed it appropriate that you hear the news from me rather than from trembling servants who cannot look you in the eye.

you needn't fear me.

not yet.

— Ryomen Sukuna

(scribed by his loyal servant : uraume)

a haze settles over you, you cannot discern your own thoughts. you detest your parents for giving you up so easily but what else could they have done? no one who went up against ryomen sukuna lived to tell the tale.

and underneath the resentment, a simple curiosity brewed: why you?

feed the curiosity / refuse it all.

interactive : illusion

the letter arrives in a hushed manner.

from sunrise to now, sunset you had felt it's presence. servants shuffled away from you, no one spoke to you, your parents...well they looked at you with apologetic glances.

even the animals and plants seemed shunned away, as if nature itself was repulsed by the letter.

you feel the crisp paper beneath your fingers, turning it over to observe the seal. four eyes, they spoke for themselves.

ryomen sukuna, what could he possibly want from you?

you hesitate before opening the letter, chancing a glance at the moon and the fire roaring at your hearth within.

what should you do?

open the letter / burn it.

bf!satoru x reader who has no filter

“i can’t-“ you lightly punched satoru on his chest, whining a bit now, “i can’t do it”

“what the..”

and you burst into tears, covering your face with your hands.

“…hell?” satoru questioned, tilting his head to catch your eye.

you were currently perched up on his lap, both your lips swollen from the heated makeout you had going on five seconds ago.

until satoru gave his dreadful suggestion.

it’s not that it was ill mannered, the poor man just wanted to try something new.

even with all his ego and arrogance gojo could not pin down what had bothered you so much, an anxiety bloomed in his chest on whether he’d hurt you by accident.

“i can’t ride you, okay?” you sniffled removing your hands from your face, to glare at him.

breathless satoru spoke “okay alright, you don’t have to baby”

“but you reeeally wanted it” you teeter off into a sob again.

“I DIDN’T, I SWEAR I DIDNT I TAKE IT BACK” he rubbed your waist reassuringly, trying to calm you down.

which you did…for a moment, and then- “you think i’m a bad girlfriend…” you trailed off.

“never”

you pouted looking off to the side, and satoru finally released the breath he’d been holding, so he hadn’t hurt you. but….

“why?” he asked.

“my boobs hurt” you muttered under your breath.

satoru made an inquisitive expression, his pretty brows scrunching up in confusion.

“it’s just that, any time i jump consecutively it just hurts and it’s not fun whatsoever” you roll your eyes.

before he can reply you continue,

“i just can’t do jumping jacks on the D”

your boyfriends shoulders shake from withheld laughter until he full on starts laughing out loud.

you smile sheepishly, your attempt at reconciliation by being humorous was clearly working.

“it’s no worries, i’ve got you” satoru smirks before flipping you onto your back.

firefly; i just did some jumping jacks and my boobs hurt so bad hence i wrote this fic </3

husband!sukuna : making forts with baby!yuji

the living room looked as though a storm had rolled through it.

every blanket in the apartment had disappeared from it’s closet, every couch cushion had been stolen, and dining chairs had been dragged away.

the dining table held a huddle of people, who you could only assume to be your husband and your toddler, under a massive makeshift blanket fortress.

slowly, you part the misshaped entryway to the fort and find baby!yuji and sukuna trying to put up fairy lights.

your heart warms at the crooked attempt and you clear your throat signaling your arrival.

sukuna, jerks completely back into a position of nonchalance as if he had nothing to do with this and baby!yuji crawls over to you.

“mama, d’you like?” he grabs your cheeks, making you admire his masterpiece.

you smile heartily at your son, eyes flicking up to your husband trying to understand what led to this.

“this is nice suki” you quirk a brow at him.

you watch as a slight tinge of pink climbs up sukuna’s neck into his cheeks, when he realizes what you’re implying.

he mumbles under his breath, “brat, wanted it”

you chuckle lightly, “didn’t think you were one to oblige”

sukuna abruptly turns away from you, his heart pattering faster than usual at being caught when being tender towards his own son’s wishes.

gosh you wished he’d take it in stride, but alas you get an adorably annoyed husband, and an even cuter photocopy of him.

now that the lights are all set up, you all sit cross legged under the fort, the fairy lights casting a soft glow.

baby!yuji scoots closer until he’s practically sitting in sukuna’s lap.

“i haf ghost story” yuji whispers, mustering up his scary tone,

JJK MEN: you accuse them of giving you various medical illnesses

cw: medical terminology, reader lowk ooc

includes: gojo, geto, choso, toji & sukuna

firefly; why is this lowk clearing up some common medical misconceptions rep?

husband!sukuna : ragebaiting baby!yuji

to say the trip had been a smooth ride would be a complete lie.

who knew a weekend out in the mountains with your toddler would be 10x harder than you’d anticipated.

well there’s always firsts to some things.

sukuna and you had handled it better.

but baby!yuji on the other hand…not very much so.

for the past half an hour he’d been biting your ear off asking again and again ‘when will we reach home? or ‘why is home so far away?’

you’d answered patiently at first, but gods you weren’t a saint either.

rubbing your forehead, you took in a deep breath.

sukuna (who’d been watching this whole ordeal) shifts the rearview mirror to look at the spiky haired kid in the back, his son, yuji.

“hooome is so far away” he sing-songs in his deep voice clearly a tease towards yuji.

and.

yuji.

loses.

it.

“NOOOO” yuji shrieks.

you snicker behind your hand, looking at sukuna trying to hold back your laughter.

he continues, again in that same tone,

“HOOOOMMEEE is so far away~”

“MOOOM!!” yuji screams, again “tell him to stop”

now you’re full on laughing, clutching your belly for some measure of restraint.

“HOOOOME-“ this time sukuna’s completely cut off by yuji bursting into fake-dramatic tears.

you slap sukuna’s arm that’s holding the steering wheel mouthing, a soft ‘come on’ through teary eyes from laughing so much.

‘what’ he mouths back, a silly grin on his face, eyes flicking up at the mirror to look at yuji’s reaction again.

it was safe to say, that you both were enjoying this a lot.

you twist in your seat to speak to yuji, “papa’s gonna keep singing that, if you keep complaining yu”

baby!yuji just huffs in response, crossing his arms with a huge pout on his face.

you turn back around, “you can’t rage bait your son like that” you joke at your husband.

“gotta teach em’ young” sukuna shrugs continuing to drive on, with a surprisingly compliant yuji in the back.

perv!choso : his reaction to you accidentally hurting yourself

“did you just moan?”

you were really trying to be serious here, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt but it seems you may be closer to the truth.

to your roommate who’s got your finger in his mouth and he’s sucking lightly, an expression of extreme worry etched across his forehead.

it was a lazy morning, you’d decided to make breakfast omelettes for today. during some process of chopping up the various ingredients you carelessly cut yourself.

you let out a slight hiss, holding up your finger to inspect the damage. before you could even blink, choso, your roommate was before you taking your hands in his and inspecting it himself.

maybe a part of him had a sixth sense for it, oddly drawn to your blood, his blown out, dilated eyes searched yours for permission.

you nodded your head, you didn’t really know why but you felt inclined to.

and then he had your finger in his mouth.

his shoulders instantly relaxed as he sucked on the tiny amount of blood, trying in his way to soothe your hurt.

you on the other hand couldn’t help but notice the little noise that escaped his mouth, you tilted your head.

“cho, what was that?”

the tips of his ears had turned pink, “what..?” he mumbled letting go of your finger, “nothing just-just wanted to help you”

you knew him well enough to know it wasn’t just that. unluckily for him, you weren’t gonna let him off the hook so easily.

“you seemed to enjoy it” you fake-pouted, watching choso unable to meet your eyes as he bashfully rubbed his neck.

“that’s not true,” he shook his head, “i would never”

“oh okay!” you smiled, reaching out to hug him, “thanks cho!”

you also didn’t miss how his hands reached out to grab your waist, his grip tightened unnaturally as he took a sharp breath in near your neck.

you had started your period earlier today.

and maybe a tiny part of you knew, how that made him feel, how your roommate’s behavior visibly changed whenever you were menstruating.

he was so obvious! and just so cute and hot, you couldn’t help but tease him.

but choso was no fool, he knew how different you acted, how much more clingier you got during your cycle, it seemed you had underestimated him.

and he simply let you, it would be a shame to ruin the friendship, even if he wanted more.

the ball was in your court.

firefly; tried something different lolol

husband!sukuna : lost in japan

throat suddenly dry, you swallow hard.

you almost want to get on your knees and beg that a day out with your family would go normally.

that you wouldn’t be stuck in your current predicament.

with furrowed brows you look to the left, at your husband.

gosh..

he’s in a worser state than you.

you’ve never seen sukuna like this, his serious expression a stark contrast against the lively joy of the amusement park. with his clenched jaw and eyes darting every which way.

in search.

sukuna’s eyes narrow when you touch him on the shoulder.

“i’m sure he’s somewhere here..” you’re not sure whether you’re reassuring yourself or him, “we’ll find him”

your son, 6 year old baby!yuji is lost.

husband!satoru : save a mountain, climb a man

it’s way too early in the morning and satoru’s perched up on the counter chair peacefully eating his cereal.

you yawn, padding up to him sleepily. seeing just how adorable and calm he looked, you ofcourse had to do something about it.

“hey babe” he chews, with his jaw working lazily and his pale hair all fluffed up.

you hum in response, coming up behind his chair and then slowly starting to climb him. you bring one leg over his shoulder maintaining balance by digging your palm into his skin.

your husband’s hand pauses for a slight second where he seems to mull over your actions and then, having come to some conclusion he continues to sip on the milk and eat his cereal.

you bring your other leg up and over hoisting yourself with a surprising smoothness.

not like you hadn’t mounted him before.

“watcha doin’?” you sing-song trying to play it cool as if you do this everyday. i mean, your boyfriend was a tree you’d climb any-day but…maybe under different circumstances.

“oh i was thinking we’re low on groceries, do you wanna join me later today?” satoru continues his conversation with you as if there was nothing abnormal about this situation.

you lean down to look into his eyes upside down, while carding your fingers through this messy yet soft hair.

“sure!” you chirp in response not really surprised at his lack of reaction.

satoru was a man as clingy as they came and you sitting on top of him like this was heaven in his mind. he rubbed your thigh affectionately excited by this new side of you.

“you’re so boring” you huff, swatting at his hand.

“BORING?” he gasps dramatically.

“yes boring, i wanted to see how you’d react to me sitting on your shoulders like this”

“oh i’m reacting alright, actually everything is reacting” he shrugs his shoulders with you on top of him, almost making you lose balance and you grab onto his ears hard to maintain it.

“ow-“

“can you be serious for one second?” you exclaim, literally fighting for your life.

satoru tilts his head upwards to look at you, “you know what, i love this you should do it more often!” he grinned his stupid smile, eyes shining bright.

he was entirely helpless…

a lost cause truly.

firefly; day 25 of ‘who tf did i marry…’ ❀ུ͏  

more toru

bf!sukuna : is it so hard to behave?

going to a party with ryomen sukuna was akin to showing up to the battlefield with a known inhibition.

because sukuna made it his utmost job to make things difficult for you, for no reason.

you’d always been the shy type, parties were already out of your comfort zone and for that to be hindered by various public displays of affection did you no good. however sukuna loved to show you off and lay claim to who was his.

you’d been avoiding his kisses for a bit, whenever sukuna would lean in you’d just turn your face so he kissed your cheek instead.

sukuna knew what you were doing, he understood your game, in that tiny backless dress playing oh so hard to get.

you enjoyed teasing him and despite his frustration he loved to play along.

so when you feel sukuna sliding behind you with a hand on your waist and his breath inching closer to your backless dress, you’re quick to swat him off.

“no biting, kuna” you narrow your eyes at him over your shoulder, your earring glistening and the curve of your back all the more pronounced for your man.

his bared teeth pause in motion as he takes a moment to collect himself and fight off his incoming frown.

nostrils flaring and with a tight jaw sukuna backs off for a bit, waiting, biding his time to catch you off guard when you least expect it.