Never Leaving You

TOJI

| Curiosity killed the cat |

{Muzan x F!reader}

{part two here}

summary: Humans are weak, feeble and imperfect. And yet, you somehow caught the attention of a very powerful, albeit lonely, demon lord.

warnings: hints at an illness/ weak body, slight yandere muzan?

A/N: SORRYYYY!!! I haven’t been writing much but I have exams and stuff... anyways!!! my love for this demon is incomprehensible <3

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The pale moonlight shown brightly from above. Illuminating the path in which you were to take home. You grumbled as you tidied away the objects of your stall, even a simple task such as this proved difficult in your feeble state.

Sighing your head turned in the direction of your family home, only your path was obstructed by the shadow of a threatening presence. You smiled and called out the man, querying if he had any needs you could fulfil. The man appeared uninterested and frankly bored with you. However, he turned to face you when he finally decided to reply.

“What’s a girl doing out alone at night? Aren’t you aware of the predators that lurk in the shadows?”

His questions hindered no ill will, simply driven by a burning curiosity. His ruby eyes bore into you with such a passion you could swear it be hunger.

You smiled gently gesturing to the objects you had yet to pack away into the basket you were to carry home. See you were the eldest of three girls, with no men to support the family you were forced to do so alone while your sisters learned the proper etiquette of becoming a full fledged women.

There was much expected from you, with the passing of your father a few years ago your world had been turned upside down. You were expected to dress, act and speak properly. You were expected to carry out the roles of a future lady to be. However, you were expected to run your family’s sides business. You were expected to carry out the hard manual labour of what should have been left to a son or a worker. But with you family left without a man to aid your family you were forced to take the reigns.

When you spoke again your voice was an octave lower and tone a little more cautious. You held up a small bag, roughly the size of a purse and pointed to it with the same gentle smile gracing your lips.

“My grandmother used to tell me stories of demons that preyed in the night, she always forced me to carry this little bag of wisteria.”

You could’ve sworn in the moment that you held up the bag the man before you physically flinched. His plum red eyes narrowed in disgust as he scrunched up his nose. But, before you could begin to process his change in demeanour he suddenly returned to his former stoic self.

“A pretty, young human girl such as yourself best head your grandmother’s words.”

He informed you, eyes nervously darting between yourself and the sashay of wisteria. The way in which he spoke would have made any normal person question whether or not he was even human. He spoke to you like he was from an entirely different species and yet you weren’t afraid.

In fact you were intrigued. Your mind chose to focus on his compliment. Pretty. A blush crept up your neck and flooded it’s way onto your cheeks. You could only pray that the dim light from the moon disguised your blush, even if just slightly.

The man before you observed your change. His eyes were sharp, the blush tainting your delicate features did not go unnoticed. Neither did the quiet fidgeting of thumbs. He scrutinised you, practically watching the cogs turn in your head as you processed his words, figuring out how to respond.

As much as his curiosity drove him to stay and query you more he had more important things that he ought to be complying to. With a slight nod of his head and a gentle bid farewell he marched on his way, determined to leave behind this feeble girl and his curiosity.

That was before he heard the gentle call of the girl once more.

You jogged up to meet him, a quiet pant leaving your lips. A simple task such as jogging after a stranger had you spent. You truly questioned how you could last much longer with growing responsibilities and in such a weakened state.

“I just... wanted to... give you this.”

You managed to let out in between quiet pants. The man shifted until his body was completely facing you. Once his attention was on you, you gestured to his hair.

“May I?”

He watched your closed palm shift closer to him. Obliging, silently, he lowered his head so that you could reach up towards him. He was unsure in that moment why he simply silently obliged to a human yet he could not help it.

You pulled away and gleamed brightly. “Ta-da!” You cheered ever so slightly. For in his hair you had clipped back a red spider lily pin, the perfect shade that matched his eyes.

He opened his mouth to not only question your actions but to scrutinise you for daring to do such a thing when you spoke first.

“It’s free of charge by the way... you see the red reminded me of your eyes and they just...”

You trailed off, awaiting a sign to continue. When he raised an eyebrow in response you continued.

“They’re so perfect.”

You concluded. At that he froze. Not once had he ever been referred to as perfection. It was the one thing the man strove for in his entire existence and yet no one ever complimented him on it. He didn’t believe he was perfection not until he had conquered his desire to set foot in the sun, however, he you were some lowly human defining something of his to be perfection. It certainly made his chest swell in pride. Clearing his throat he begun.

“This was... a king gesture. But I must be on my way.”

He turned once more when you called out to him one last time.

“Wait! I didn’t get your name!”

“Muzan. Muzan Kibutsuji.”

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{Bonus}

Muzan sat at his throne in the infinity fortress. Twisting and twirling the hair pin you had given him. It had been several months since he’d seen you and yet not once had he stopped playing that night in his mind.

An unknown desire of curiosity filled him and he longed to have you as his own. He let out a frustrated sigh and mumbled to himself.

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

{part two here}

garbageman!endeavour who notices how you only seem to remember to bring out the trash once you hear the truck rounding the corner of your street — sporting your fluffy pink gown and equally as fluffy pink sliders as you waddle out of your house with multiple bags in tow.

and because garbageman!endeavour is on road ahead duty, he always catches you do it whilst hes leaning against the brick wall of your apartment complex, sly smile on his face as you seem to struggle.

“need any help?” he’ll gruffly ask each time, and you always reject.

but garbageman!endeavour knows the only reason why you reject his help is through pride, because when you come up to him for quick chats after you’ve dumped the bags, your breath is always haggard.

“no. but ill tell you when i do.”

and garbageman!endeavour has to think twice about whether the way you bat your lashes at him, or the way you always comment about how big he is, means anything. it can’t, because surely you see the fat silver band that he always adorns on his left index finger and heed the frequent passing mentions of his kids.

but one week, garbageman!endeavour notices you’re out earlier but with no bags in tow and how the cut of your gown is much lower than it needs to be.

he nods you a good morning from the wall, no words leaving his mouth in case they end up betraying him but he didn’t have to — you were ready to do that for him.

”not gonna ask if i need any help today?” you muse

garbageman!endeavour cautiously looks between you and the garbage area behind you.

“you usually dont need my help”

“but today i do.” you say as you start to walk towards the side gate of your apartment complex building.

garbageman!endeavour knows he shouldn’t have followed you back there, and mentally apologises that his wife forgive him, because you don’t even have to initiate anything before he’s pressing you against the wall and laps his lips against your exposed skin.

it doesnt take long for things to escalate. garbageman!endeavour knows hes short on time and so hes frantically tugging the rope of your fluffy gown instead of simply untying it. when the gown parts, hes trying his best to get an eye full of your voluptuous body, even tells you to ‘leave it on” once he sees you trying to shrug it over your shoulder

garbageman!endeavour easily frees his cock from the restraints of his grubby work trousers rather than tug it down, his weapon long and flushed pink at the top. you want to marvel in it’s length and size but garbageman!endeavour isn’t giving you the time to as he quickly scoops you up with no qualm at all — one hand on your back and the other underneath your ass — and hovers you over his cock. he easily slips himself inside of you, and he lets out the most desperate moan because your cunt is so much warmer and snuggier than he could ever imagine.

garbageman!endeavour doesnt even let you adjust! already his hips are pistoling back and forth like an animal in heat, his big hands surprisingly holding you securely in his grip.

and you feel so thrilled yet so disoriented because who knew a man was strong enough to hold a woman like you without any support?! not forgetting how full you feel taking him because he fills you up in all the ways you couldnt imagine.

the two of you romp as garbageman!endeavour holds you mid air, your insides clench over his mighty cock and garbageman!endeavour is sure he’s seeing stars

the position isn’t sturdy concerning garbageman!endeavour is holding all your weight and so you latch an arm around his shoulder. but still, hes got you good enough that you’re able to use your other hand to clamp the fat of your breast and pinch at the perky nipple, the sensation euphoric in accumulation with garbageman!endeavour long thrusts.

but time is growing short because garbageman!endeavour can hear the churn of the truck and the shouts of his colleagues nearing your corner — but still — he’s determined to finish what he started.

“shi’. shit im gettin’ there.”

he feels your hand try to push away from him but your moans are just as wanton as his.

but garbageman!endeavour’s too committed, too pussy drunk to heed your signs seriously. because he’s so determined that he needs this. that he needed to leave you with a reminder of him, a reminder that you needed his help.

but in all honesty, you already knew this was going to be the outcome. clearly, seeing as he was a man with four kids.

“f-fuck, imma…i ha’v tuh—”

before you know it garbageman!endeavour is slightly hunching over as he unsolicitedly pours his wet seed inside of you, his groan guttural as he finishes loudly besides your ear.

garbageman!endeavour was a fan of the experience — surprised he didn’t feel much guilt afterwards either. the man was wretched enough to sleep besides his wife each night with no qualm or plagued mind about what he’d done.

that is, until a few months down the line, he notices how you still waddle to bring the garbage out front, but because of your rounding belly that peaks from underneath your gown.

Hold me for a bit longer

Pairing: Aizawa x Reader

Description: Being the wife of a pro hero is no easy feat— being the pregnant wife of a pro hero makes things much harder. With a baby belly so big you can only waddle as you walk, Shota decides to take some of the weight into his own hands in hopes of providing some relief.

Warnings: established relationship, pregnancy, mentions of sickness

Word count: 1,506

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The concept of life, the fragility of it, never seemed to fully sink it for Shota. As a hero who’s witnessed more disasters and catastrophes than he’d like to recount, he understands well the value of a single life, but he never truly understood how precious it is.

His eyes burned with a need of sleep that had been chasing him for the entire week, slowly wearing him down until he was sure he was a mere second away from falling asleep on the couch. His heart ached to see you. He’d just arrived from his night patrol and simply wanted to catch sight of the treasure he calls his lover.

You walked out of your shared room, recently showered and sporting one of his shirts over your figure. His heart almost seized at the sight. He couldn’t help the adoring smile that pulled at his lips. His shirt, which usually swallowed you whole, now hung over the top of your growing belly.

Shota hauled himself off the couch, dragging his feet over wooden floors until you were within his reach. Tired, sore eyes twinkled with the purest forms of love as he basked in the sight of you. One hand on your jaw, the other clinging to your fingers, he smiled tenderly as you leaned into his touch.

Pressing his forehead to yours, he gazed into those sweet hues of yours, memorizing each twinkle of light caught in your eyes. “How are you?” He murmured, tender and warm.

You sighed, smiling at the warmth of his touch. “Tired,” Gently, you pulled him in just enough to plant a soft pressing of your lips on his cheekbone, right over the scar that ran over his skin. “I missed you today—” As if on cue, you winced slightly, putting a hand over your swollen belly. “We missed you today,” you corrected with a soft laugh.

A sense of adoration softened the sharp lines of your lover’s eyes, his lips turned up in a shy smile. He carefully got on his knees, as if he were scared of spooking the baby within you, and cupped the sides of your belly tenderly. “I missed you, too, kid,” His voice was a whisper, the words gentle and soft. “You’ve been good to your mom?”

You winced again but bit back a smile at the look of astonishment that sparkled in your husband’s eyes as the baby kicked right where his hand was pressed. It’s like this every time. The tiny treasure growing within you always seemed to know when their dad was speaking to them. Shota's eyes always glistened with something akin to wonder and joy whenever the baby reacted to him. It was one of the most precious things you’ve witnessed.

As the baby shifted and continued to kick around, you sighed, letting yourself lean against the wall behind you for support. Shota looked up, concern washing over his features as your face twisted in pain. “Everything alright, angel?”

A single stiff nod was his only reply as you took in deep breaths. Finally, you gave a tired smile. “Yeah, yeah,” Once his fingers were once again locked around your own again, you gave what was meant to be a reassuring squeeze, but turned out to be a hand-crushing grip. “Baby's just getting a bit too big to be moving around this much.”

He watched with a frown as you rolled your shoulders back, adjusting your posture in a vain attempt of finding comfort. Shota had to admit, he didn’t understand how you could walk— well, waddle— with such a swollen belly in the way. He now had to help you get out of bed, hold your hand to help you sit down— he even learned how to paint your toenails now that you couldn’t do it on your own. Never in a million years would he ever complain about small details such as these— he adores doing whatever it takes to keep you happy— but he wasn’t blind to how tired and uncomfortable you grew as your belly continued to swell.

A frown settled on his lips as he looked back at your belly. “Is there anything you need?” He rose to his feet, reassuringly squeezing your hand.

You smiled at his concern, pulling his hand to your lips so you could plant a kiss over his knuckles. “I need this baby out of me,” You only half-joked, remembering you still had at least two more months until your due date. “My back is killing me.”

Shota watched as you once again tried to roll your shoulders back in an attempt to alleviate the aches pf your back, frowning at the look of discomfort that twisted your face. His heart ached for you. The process of seeing your body change over the months has been somewhat bittersweet. The joy of knowing a new member of your family will finally be in his arms makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter, but the bouts of sickness and discomfort that wrack your body flood him with concern.

With lips pulled into a thin line, he toyed around with a thought that swirled around his mind. His hands trailed up to the apples of your cheeks, cupping the sides of your face gently as he searched your gaze. Voice low, he asked, “May I try something?”

Curiosity flashed in your eyes as you leaned into his touch. You turned your face to the side, kissing the palm of his hand with ghostly pressings of your lips. A sigh escaped your lips. “Yeah,”

Shota pulled you away from the wall you leaned on and moved so he was standing behind you. His arms wrapped around you, allowing for his hands to gently cup the bottom of your belly. “Lean into me,” He whispered into your ear, huffing a breath of amusement at your confused expression. “Trust me. Lean back.”

Following his order, you pressed your back to his chest, relaxing into the warmth of his body. “What now?”

His thumbs caressed your belly tenderly. “Take a deep breath.” Once he felt the steady rise of your chest, he slowly and carefully took the weight of your growing baby into his own hands, lifting your belly gently and releasing the pressure from your aching bones. He smiled at the sigh of relief that flew past your lips. “Does this help?”

With your head falling back on his shoulder, you peered up at him with adoration twinkling in your eyes. Shota's heart fluttered. “I love you so much.” A hushed breath carried your voice through the cracks of his heart, giving way for warmth to bloom in his chest as heat rose to his cheeks.

He kissed the top of your head before burying his face in the crook of your neck. Maybe that’ll help him hide how flustered he truly is. His hands continued to hold the weight of the life growing within you, his thumbs rubbing gentle circles over the skin of your belly. “I love you, too,” The baby kicked at one of his hands, right on cue. “Yeah, I love you, too, kid.” Shota looked over your shoulder, down at the swollen belly in his hands. He smiled. “They’re heavy.”

You snickered. “I know.”

Shota released a breath of wonder, letting his chin rest over your shoulder. “How are you feeling?”

A bright smile tugged at your lips. “So much better,” Your body sunk further into your lover’s. “I really needed this. Thank you.”

Your husband hummed. “Let me know where you’re ready for me to let go.”

Immediately, your hands latched onto his, almost holding on for dear life. “Please,” Your voice was urgent, tight with a plead. “Not yet. Just… hold me for a bit longer.”

Shota's smile grew. His lips caught the side of your face in a gentle kiss. His hands never wavered or strayed away. “Okay,” he breathed. “I’ve got you.”

His heart was light. The weight of your growing baby in his hands made his heart swell with excitement. He doesn’t know how long he stood there, with your back pressed against him and your swollen belly resting in his hands, but he isn’t in a hurry to pull away. Tears welled in his eyes, clinging to his lashes before dropping onto his cheeks. He once again hid by the crook of your neck, breathing shakily as your hands cupped his, joining him in the efforts of holding your belly.

Shota was only starting to understand how precious life was. He still had so much to learn— so much love to give. But right at that moment, he realized he was living in a moment in time he never believed could belong to him. The weight of the unborn creation of your love on his hands made this so much more real to him.

He has a family. His family is growing.

And he knew that, no matter what, he’d keep the treasures of his heart far from the dangers of this world.

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@runaowo @beecca9 @bandaidfaerie @zawasleepingbag @retaaschilling @rvgrsbrns @samx-jpeg @girl_lost_not_found @sir-knight-slytherdor @justheretoaskandread @andrastesbeard @yaskna @izukus-gf

give me izuku who keeps his voice perfectly steady while fucking you during a phone call.

izuku who lays back in his expensive sheets with his evergreen curls askew and emerald eyes dark with lustful amusement. izuku who carefully watches you fall apart in his lap, bouncing away on his dripping cock and making yourself cream on him over and over.

izuku who smirks and pinches the fat at your hips when you slow down or get tired. “nuh uh,” he mouths, still listening to his poor intern on the other end of the line. “i didn’t say you could stop, angel.”

Bloody. 🩸

Cowgirl with ran

𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐓𝐇

yakuza boss!Gojo Satoru x f!reader

genre. romance, smut

s. after inheriting your family pastry shop, the troubles begin. who would have thought that the boss of such a dangerous organization would have a sweet tooth, and not only for sweets

cw. big dick!Gojo, size kink, fingerfucking, oral, creampie, mating press, full nelson, squirting, mirror sex - not a mirror but a window, praise, manhandling, doggy | wc. 6k

cw. yakuza!boss Toji, blackmail, noncon groping + kissing — Toji makes a short appearance, he is a rival of Satoru from another yakuza gang

an. Gojo falls hard — rbs + coms are appreciated — m.list

How did things turn out this way?

When grandpa was running the bakery everything was going well. Business was good, customers were always satisfied, and in just a few years he had made a name for himself. They called him ‘the King of Cakes’.

Then he was taken away by old age. The man who had raised you after the death of your parents, the man who had taken care of you, who had taught you the art of baking was suddenly gone.

Toraya Bakery had been his dream since he was a child. Once you got old enough he asked you to join and help him, he knew you were talented, maybe even more than him, but now that it’s in your hands you’re shattering it all. All his efforts are just falling on deaf ears.

A few weeks after grandpa’s death a large chain of dessert stores opened not far from your bakery. Even the most loyal customers had stopped showing up and you, in order to pay for the goods and the bills, had to take out a loan and now not even that loan can be paid off.

“I’m so sorry grandpa” you sob with documents of the last month’s payments in your hand, sitting at an empty table in the store.

Not a single customer came in today either. Yet the presentations at the windows are nice, they are the same ones that your grandpa taught you to set up. The flavor of the pastries is the same one you grew up with and learned to make, so what’s wrong?

While you are lost in your thoughts the bell that warns of the arrival of customers rings. The man who walks in looks completely out of place in your store.

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Hi chu i love ur scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader so much. can i request where sukuna spending time with baby fushiguro and her teaching sukuna how does things works like having phone, Thank you sm<33

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hello, nini <3 thank you so much for being patient and for requesting!! i've been a wreck from all the angst i've written recently, especially with those scarlet bb fushiguro posts that involved poor reader having to k-word geto and yuuji to save everyone 🫂

the king of curses might be an absolute menace, but not when it comes to you. the malevolent curse is reduced to a mere babysitter who cares for a child with god-like powers. sukuna eventually warmed up to you and had grown accustomed to you putting him in control of yuuji, and it was one of those days when gojo assigned yuuji to babysit you because your father had important business to attend to.

you and sukuna were currently in the kitchen. you were on the counter top, sipping some apple juice, while sukuna leaned right next to you, waiting for you to finish your drink when you demanded mac and cheese.

"mac and cheese? the hell is that?" the curse's face scrunched into a look of confusion.

"pasta, but with cheese. i want some right now." you explained to him, pointing at the food in the glass-paned cupboard that was in a microwaveable cup. "pleaaase."

"okay, fine." sukuna rolled his eyes at you before reaching for the cup of mac and cheese from the cupboard and handing it to you. "now, eat."

"it's not yet cooked though." you exclaimed, gently pushing back the cup to sukuna.

"so, you want me to cook it for you?" sukuna raised a brow at you.

"yeah!" you nodded, smiling.

however, the smile on your face instantly subsided into a petrified look when flames suddenly engulfed sukuna's other hand. oh my god, sukuna's gonna burn the house down! no, no, no—you immediately took back the cup of mac and cheese from him using your chaos magic.

"stop! not with fire!" you furrowed your brows at sukuna.

"eh? then, how am i supposed to cook that thing?" sukuna folded his arms, getting of the fire engulfing his other hand.

you explained briefly, "it's microwavable."

"microwaveable?" sukuna quipped, which you nodded your head.

"we just pop it in the microwave to cook it, but we have to open it and put some water first though." you explained to sukuna.

grumbling, sukuna followed your instructions; he opened the cup of uncooked mac and cheese, added some water, placed it in the weird metal box thingie, and pushed some buttons with your help to get your mac and cheese cooked. the two of you waited, and eventually, sukuna grabbed a juice box from the fridge and drank some with you until the microwave ticked and you couldn't believe what sukuna did.

sukuna immediately took hold of you, shielding you from the metal box thingie where he had just put your cup of mac and cheese in. did he seriously think it was gonna blow?

"what are you doing, kuna-nii?" you asked, blinking profusely.

sukuna furrowed his brows, "why does it sound like a bomb going off? is it gonna explode?"

"it's a microwave. it does that thing when it's done heating the food. it's not gonna explode!" you giggled at sukuna rather fondly, but mostly because of the way he protected you.

"tch, today's technology is really something. why did they have to make it sound like that? back in my days, we just use fire." sukuna scoffed, placing you back on the counter to open the microwave, get the mac and cheese, and hand it you.

"doesn't yuuji-nii have a microwave at his dorm?" you inquired, opening the cup to eat your mac and cheese after sukuna handed you a fork.

"no, that brat uses a kettle." sukuna said in response which you nodded your head. "one that whistles and lets out a steam when it's ready to get poured into raw noodles."

"oh, instant ramen is pretty good, but i like mac and cheese more." you commented, shoving some food in your mouth before offering some to sukuna. "here, you should try it!"

"fine, give me some." sukuna took a bite from your fork, "huh, not bad."

"let's take a picture! i'mma send it to daddy." sukuna watched you casually pull out a phone from your pocket.

"picture?" sukuna proceeded to watch you tap the hand held device before hoisting up with its camera in a front view for a selfie.

"smile at the camera!" you told him, before posing with an adorable peace sign. sukuna, on the other hand, smiled menacingly as if he was threatening someone while protectively draping an arm around your shoulders, but you thought of it as nothing as you snapped the picture.

after taking the picture, you proceeded to show it sukuna. "look, that's me and you."

"huh, so this device captures us." sukuna concluded, peering over the your photo with him, rubbing his chin with his index finger and thumb. "interesting."

"yeah! i can also use it to send our picture to daddy by messaging him the picture. it's really convenient!" you explained to him, showing the curse how you made use of the messages app to show gojo your picture together.

"what else can this piece of technology can do?" sukuna asked with genuine interest, ruby red eyes lighting up.

"it's called a phone. you can also use it to watch videos, play music and games, and send other messages." you skimmed through your phone, opening youtube to show him the music video of baby shark, which your all time favorite song that was accompanied by the dance you'd do.

"that's the song you always sing and dance too." sukuna pointed out the obvious.

you continued to teach and show sukuna your phone. to your surprise, you even got the curse king to play mobile games, and he was able to get the hang of it and win. sukuna was pretty boastful about it, but you paid no mind to that.

you ended up spending the rest of the day hanging out with the king of curses like that until itadori grew conscious and took control of his body again. it saddened you as you wanted to spend more time with sukuna. 

"eh? [name]? why am i holding your phone?" yuuji asked, evidently confused as had no memory of what sukuna was doing.

"um, playing games with me?" you managed a smile.

yuuji scratched the back of his head, "really? i was?"

before you could even answer yuuji, you were suddenly in the arms of the limitless sorcerer who teleported home as soon as he received and saw the pictures you sent of you hanging out with sukuna.

gojo had his blindfold off as he held you with one arm, the other reached out and ready to mix colors to protect you when he saw it was yuuji instead of the king of curses.

"daddy! you're home!" you cheered, oblivious at how gojo was protecting you right now.

"g-gojo-sensei?!" yuuji raised his hands up in the air defensively.

"itadori? ah, crap. sorry." gojo sighed in relief, lowering his outstretched arm and retrieving it back to his side.

"w-what's going on?" yuuji asked, slowly lowering his hands.

"kikufuku just sent me a picture of what she was doing with sukuna. just look." gojo pulled out his phone, showing his student his phone, particularly the message you sent where sukuna was smiling menacingly at the camera.

"shit, so that's why i don't remember anything. you're not hurt are you, [name]-chan?" itadori asked with genuine concern for you.

"no! sukuna made me mac and cheese, and then we watched and played games on my phone." you explained, smiling.

"the sukuna.. made you mac and cheese?" both gojo and yuuji uttered in disbelief and in unison.

"mhm! he took a bite of it too. he said it wasn't bad." you said in addition. "sukuna liked apple juice too."

gojo and itadori glanced at each other. at that point, they were convinced you were that powerful. you didn't even need to use your chaos magic to make the king of curses submit to you. sukuna himself had fallen for you, platonically, of course.

a smile eventually cursed on gojo's lips before he laughed. "oi, sukuna. i didn't think you'd be a softie for my kid."

the three of you watched a mouth form on yuuji's cheek. "i am not. shut it, dumb sorcerer! i'll kill you!"

"yeah, yeah. i'd like to see you try." gojo shook his head, chuckling softly.

bonus scene:

"kikufuku, that's enough screen time for today! hand me your phone."

gojo hollered, kneeling down to your height and reaching his hand out. despite the fact that you were given a phone at a very young age, gojo disciplined you on its use, particularly when it came to watching videos and playing games.

he doesn't leave you with it that much. gojo only leaves your phone with you for a longer period of time in instances when he's not around and needs to communicate with you.

"okay! here ya' go!" you chimed, running up to him and handing him your phone.

gojo ruffled your hair, smiling at you. "that's my little kikufuku."

however, the smile on his face didn't last when he unlocked your phone and saw how the wallpaper of him and you had gotten replaced by the picture you had with sukuna, the same picture where you were posing adorably and sukuna was menacingly smiling. you watched the colors drained from his face with an oblivious look.

"are you okay, daddy?" you quipped, tipping your head at the side.

"why is your wallpaper sukuna and not me? of all the pictures, kikufuku!" gojo exclaimed, showing you the wallpaper of your phone.

"but, i like his smile here!" you reasoned.

"what?"

"what?"

bartender!getou who spots you over at the club standing awkwardly next to your friends, listening to their conversation and having no interest to join in. a drink in hand, a pretty, thin black dress wrapped around your body so tight, perfect for him to rip off. his pupils expand like a cat as he stares into your soul, his long slick black hair in a bun with strands seductively falling out the front, god he was so sexy. you quickly noticed his odd interest in you from across the club, you didn’t know why, the sexy black cat looking bartender was staring so intense at you, but it must be since you haven’t touched your drink the entire time. he was a bartender after all,

‘just a bartender’ you thought.

‘suguru!!! fuck!!!’ you moaned as he pounded his hard cock directly hitting your cervix, his strong beefy arms with a rolex attached to his wrist, holding your legs open so wide your almost doing the splits, he fucks his cock into you like a beast. your hands tied to the bed rest, ‘fuck, you look so pretty under me honey’ he whispers into your ear, ‘g-go slowly please..’ you managed to blurt out, ‘nu-uh baby, your gonna take every inch of this cock tonight like a good girl, think ya’ can do that for me?’ a high pitched moan escaped your lips as suguru continuously pounded his dick inside you, fast and hard.

*the self respect leaving your body after the handsome, sexy, big and beefy bartender brings you home and fucks the absolute brains out of you*