justcallmemrc

[drrutherford]

Reaction @mobscene-awards​​

╰─▸ ❝Man of the Year❞ x

He's already kicking himself for his last acceptance speech, which is on top of kicking himself for that fucking heart-to-heart nightmare with Aviv — and so groans audibly when his face pops up on screen again.

This must be a running joke. Somewhere, he's sure Diana's laughing at him.

The Rutherford glances around hastily, hoping for some miracle as people begin to clap, some other volunteer – Ayaz?? Could he take another for the team? – or maybe some mistake on the teleprompter. Hell, he'd have even suffered the victory of that pompous arse, Vincenzo, in his stead if it meant getting to sit this out.

... Not the French or the Russian though, that'd be going too far.

With that thought, and an unsubtle shove from someone at his table, the surgeon rises to his feet again, and makes his way up the stage. No, he's sure the orchestra's playing faster now. "Thank you for this." He says uncomfortably, squinting less into the lights this time, but no more at ease for it. "And to my family, for supporting me."

[satoruzip]

texting the jjk men “we’re soulmates”

a/n- my first smau :)) i really enjoyed making this and i hope you guys like it too ! ty for reading as always and thank you for so much love on my posts ^^ i really appreciate all of you !! sorry if they feel a little ooc <3

[tim-shii]

a/n: this. him. i love him already. idk where his braid is i have a bad direction sense but for my sake its in the left okay. i havent read his charac story and i havent done the archon quest so if hes ooc? hes not its all in ur head <3 HAGDHAHZHAJ

"lyney, stay still."

"but it's too tight!"

"then deal with it." you hear his grumbles as you fix the braid on the left side of his head. there's only an hour left until the show starts and lyney still has to rehearse the whole thing with his sister, lynette— with freminet as their audience who gives little feedbacks every now and then. "seriously, i don't understand why you keep whining. this isn't the first time i'm tying your hair."

"still hurts." he sighed and if you look back at the mirros in front of you, maybe you'll see him pouting like a kicked puppy in the rain. how dramatic.

"hand me the pin." he does as he's told and finally, his torment is over. "there. snug as a bug." you pat his braid with a grin. as you admire your work, lyney admires your face. a soft smile playing on his lips as he watches you dust off his hat.

"i gotta go now. lynette will kill me if i keep you any longer." you lean over his shoulder to place a fleeting kiss on his cheek. "will you watch me?" he asks, eyes glinting playfully.

"always. i mean, kinda hard not to." by the doorstep, you waved a hand at him. lyney returns it with a flying kiss. it makes you chuckle. he's cute at times.

"yeah, one more thing." his words make you halt. a sudden object thrown in your direction made you widen your eyes as you fumble around to catch it.

"freminet left it at home." oh, the little penguin. lyney really is a cutie, huh?

likes & reblogs are appreciated !

[inferencesarchives]

Hello!!:)) can I ask for some Danheng hcs?:))

Dan Heng Relationship Headcanons

dan heng x gn!reader

summary: a collection of my personal hcs for what dan heng would be like if you were in a relationship with him :]

warnings: possibly ooc(?), physical touch, mentions of kissing, mentions of food/drinks

probably hasn't been in a relationship before and will somewhat rely on you to help him through the early stages of it all

gets flustered easily but knows how to hide it in public

kind of awkward when you guys first start your relationship but eventually gets used to having you around :]

most definitely invites u to read with him in the archives

likes drinking coffee with you and listening to you chat

simp likes doing stuff for you and helping you out with anything you need <3

simp buys/gives you stuff that reminds him of you and also always keeps little trinkets you've given him in his pocket at all times

takes you on those cheesy dates from the romance novels because he has very little knowledge on how relationships work but it's ok because he's trying his best <3

likes laying his head in your lap while you run your fingers through his hair after a long day

very clingy when he's tired. will literally just hug you from behind and bury his face into your neck at random when he's exhausted. has fallen asleep like that before

likes when you hug him. or kiss him. or give him any sort of affection. somewhat awkward when reciprocating your kindness but he's doing his best :] really really appreciates you showing him any kind of affection. honestly he appreciates you even staying around him <3

loves cuddling with you. any position. will be big spoon or little spoon, whichever you want :) just likes to hold onto you when you guys are going to bed hehe

tries to get into anything your interested in. oh, you like this videogame? he learns how to play it with you. oh, you like this book? he read the whole thing in one night. loves doing anything with you and loves hearing you talk about your interests <3

brings you your favourite snacks and drinks if you're tired/sick/just not feeling good in general. likes taking care of you <3333

bonus: march teases him whenever she happens to pass by him assembling the little snack tray he's preparing for you hehehehe

a/n: DAN HENG MY BELOVED AAAAAAA <33333 he is perfect he is amazing he is everything TY FOR SENDING THIS REQUEST I LOVED WRITING THIS <33 hopefully writers block will finally go away now weeee

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[yandere-daze]

Hello! could I request Strength, The Star and Temperance for Tsumugi Aoba (enstars)? ty also congrats on 1400!! ^__^

Can you guys tell that I´m very slow when it comes to writing requests? kjfnsjn

I´m so sorry this took so long anon, you really had to wait a very long time, but I hope you still enjoy ^^

I haven´t written a lot for Tsumugi yet so I apologize if my unfamilarity with him makes this more ooc than your average yandere post would already be.

Reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3

gn reader

tw yandere, obsession, self-deprecation (Tsumugi), mention of death, mention of Tsumugi´s home life situation

Strength - How outwardly passionate is this yandere around their darling? 

I think Tsumugi as a yandere would definitely let you know how much he cares for and loves his darling, but I don´t think he would be crazy intense about it like say, Mika for example. He´s a bit more mellow, if that is the right word for it.

Sure, he would openly praise his darling for all of their unique and wonderful qualities and traits and often mentions you in conversations whenever the topic at hand is even even vaguely connected to them. You can definitely tell that Tsumugi is very smitten and even a bit too fixated on you, but it wouldn´t be anything obviously concerning most of the time.

I think just his general personality and maybe more reserved or gentle way of speaking prevents him from being worryingly passionate. I believe he also wouldn´t be too touchy with you, preferring to instead hold your hand or hold you close. It´s still very intimate to him anyway.

The only very concerning thing about yandere Tsumugi would be about how much he talks himself down in comparison to you. He very much does worship you and as such often throws in comments about how he´s useless or incapable or makes other self-deprecating remarks. You´re really not quite sure how to deal with it. You´re not the only person he does this with, it´s just a general problem he has, but you still obviously worry when he says things like that.

It´s just uncomfortable to watch Tsumugi put himself down to raise you even higher up.

The Star - How would this yandere deal with their darling’s loved ones?

I think for once, your loved ones won´t really have to fear anything from a yandere. Tsumugi is not going to hurt them because they are important to you and I also don´t really see him as someone that would really try to isolate his darling just like that.

Your friends and family might think he´s a little airheaded or strange at times but all in all pretty endearing in his own way. He´s usually pretty cheerful and calm and so they wouldn´t really have any problems if you were in a relationship with him anyway.

He helps out in the library and is part of an idol group, he´s got to be pretty responsible, right? And he doesn´t really exhibit any immediate red flags like other people might. Tsumugi´s obsessiveness and strangeness is more lowkey.

So why do anything if they don´t really seem to mind him? Tsumugi doesn´t have much of a problem with you spending time with other people as long as you still find it in you to also give him some of your attention from time to time.

Temperance - What made this person yandere for their darling? 

First of all, I think with Tsumugi it would be a bit of a slower process for him to completely fall for his darling, it wouldn´t be a love at first sight kind of thing.

I think more than anything, he would admire someone that is very kind and helpful. someone hard-working that doesn´t mind helping out someone like him even.

As I mentioned before, Tsumgi doesn´t have very good self-esteem and a lot of that stems from his home life and childhood. He wasn´t treated very well ( remember him just casually saying that if he were to drop dead, his mother would complain for him to get out if the way? Yeah.) and that facilitated his thinking of believing that he isn´t made for achieving great things. He´s not special and he´s not worth a whole lot.

So to see someone so willingly still help him out, someone that is willing to be there for him and to listen to him, someone so truly good from the bottom of their heart (whether that is really true or not doesn´t really matter that much to him). Well, what can he do but hopelessly fall in love?

And yet, he isn´t very sure of the fact that he would be able to win you over. And that scares him. He so desperately wants to be close to you, he wants to latch on to the person that showed him comfort and love in a way no one ever did when he was still a child.

And well, he just starts to slowly lose his mind the more he comes to "realize" that you would possibly never feel the same way he does. I mean how could you when he´s so far below you, so useless?

All Tsumugi knows is that you´re the best thing that ever happened to him and he doesn´t want you to leave him, ever.

[m3gumix]

I saw on the lovesick post that You’re taking CSM requests? I was wondering if you could maybe do Beam, Kobeni, Reze or Quanxi(Your Choice) on a date with the reader and what date place they would choose? Feel free to ignore tho, Tysm<3^^

Hi love ofc! I'm so sorry for how late this is, I usually forget that I have tumblr....Once again ty for the lovely request<3 [ I apologize for only writing Kobeni.. I wanted to post one more fic before I log out of here ]

Warnings : Not proofread , gender neutral / nb reader , possibly ooc , it's just fluff & cutesy stuff

Synopsis : How Kobeni would act on a date and where she'd go.

๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ࣪. ˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪ ٬ ุ๋ ⸱๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ ⋆ ๋࣭࣪ ࣪

Kobeni's still as jumpy as ever.

- I can only imagine that she's been crushing on you forever, and I highly doubt she was the one to ask you out. You most likely have been pinning her as well and asked her out on a date.

- It took her forever to answer since she was so caught off guard that you actually asked her awuhdiu

- BUT after a few minutes of her flustered babbling she eventually ended up aggressively nodding her head while quietly muttering out yeses.

- The two of you wouldn't go anywhere fancy or expensive, I think a simple walk in the park with a nice scenery would make the two of you happy enough!!

- You'd both be enjoying any of the butterflies you may see, or any animals at that, the two of you would be making small talk. At first Kobeni would be too shy to talk first but she slowly opened up to you and enjoyed your company<3

"I appreciate you agreeing to go out with me 'Beni" You smiled as you looked at Kobeni, fidgeting with her hands. "Y-yeah, of course...It's nice of you to take us here.."

Maybe you even took her to a nearby little cafe as a surprise since y'know..she doesn't go out to nice places too often???

I feel like she'd try to order something cheap because she'd feel bad and not wanna spend too much of your money but you'd insist since it's a date that you're treating her on

Throughout the whole date the two of you chat and get to bond a lot more !! It all ends very sweetly<333

Of course lastly, you walk home with her once it starts getting late (and you two probably plan another date or time to hang out)

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ITS DONE.ITS BEEN IN MY DRAFT FOR MONTHS IM SO SORRY anywho this is farewell, thank you to my 53 people who stayed with this account but its time for me to move… EVERYONE GO TO @konuxkii

[fictional-other-tarot]

hello!! this blog seems so very lovely. here’s my contribution, if you have time :)

s/i name: seren

f/o name: senna (she/they)

status: married <3

preferred terms: s/i uses any pronouns and any gendered terms (both fem and masc are fine), but senna has some specific pet names for her, such as: lotus, babe, honey/honeycomb, darling, dear

nsft: no ty!

f/o writing style: neat, self-serious, to the point. she’s very loving but very serious.

topic: i have nothing specific in mind, you can let the tarot decide

theme: loving and/or encouraging

extra info: for context, in case it is needed, my senna is a half-undead (having died once, only to be brought back as a part ghost/part human years later) monster hunter who’s been hardened by all that she’s faced in her life. despite this, she uses her experiences to uplift those who need it. she has a rough exterior, but she’s actually a very caring and helpful person. a good leader, a good friend, and most certainly a good partner. she has a special soft spot in her heart for me; all of her vulnerability is reserved for my eyes and my eyes alone. she lets me in on a softer, more sensitive side of her that no one else has ever seen. she is a complex (and angsty) character but she is very lovely. i’ll understand if she’s a little ooc—that kinda think doesn’t rlly bother me :)

i hope i did this right!! again, this blog is really awesome and i appreciate what you’re doing for the selfship community here on tumblr. i hope you have a good day/night/whatever!

Nine of Swords

Queen of Wands

Nine of Pentacles

Five of Cups

Page of Swords

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

Heya Babe.

I can't help but worry about you dear. I've seen you get into a depressive cycle again, stressing over your successes in life.

I know it's hard when your energy is failing you. And I know you're trying to blaze your way through it like it doesn't affect you at all.

I'm not saying you need to let it consume you, but instead of trying to keep busy all the time, try to relax a bit more. Enjoy the things you do and feel your emotions, both good and bad, instead of trying to crop them all up and faking sunshine all the time.

You can heal and find your desires, find your happiness. But you don't have to rush it like this, the answers will come in due time.

I know you and I know you can muster your way out of dark places. I know your ideas keep coming and your a fantastic communicator. So focus on your good sides, lotus. You'll be alright in the end.

Yours, Senna

[kxllerblond]

❇ I love the way you write ✦ I like seeing you on my dash ✪ You seem like a cool person✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great✣ I like the way you express your muse(s)✢ I like your characters

❇ I love the way you write / ✦ I like seeing you on my dash / ✪ You seem like a cool person / ✥ I have roleplayed with you and it was great / ✣ I like the way you express your muse(s) / ✢ I like your characters (meme)

GOD I forgot to comment on your recent stuff but I love all your ooc DIY stuff so much. Just on the topic of seeing each other on the dash dkjfghkdfg.

Idk about a cool person I think I run naturally warm >:)

I'm always super hype when people like this idiot and how I write him. At the end of the day, I write him for me blah blah writer bullshit but I'm not going to pretend it's not validating when people go 'yeah. that freak. i also think he's neat.' So ty ty ty I really do appreciate it <3

[remtheenlightenedone]

Things to know about me Tumblr #1 :

💜I only read ship fanfiction under "fem!reader" only because I'm afab. It depends on my mood to read "male!reader" content.

💜Im neither left nor right and I don't take stances on alot of things. I choose to be indifferent because at the end of the day it'll give me a headache and nothing will be accomplished. Plus I hate politics. Too much b*tchin' and not enough action.

💜"If you support xyz, block me" ok? Why would it matter if I did? Also I saw this alot on Twitter so don't expect me to follow along with any bs like that on here.

💜I like cane toads. Australia and Florida shut your mouth. dni if you don't like them. They are adorable!

💜I'm late to team cat but cat videos have been the best therapeutic thing I could ever watch during any sickness. Little meow meow kinda alright!

💜If I don't like something I'm just gonna block. No reasons. Just block. If you bringing bad vibes I'm blocking. Period.

💜Until I'm able to im not going to spend any money on commissions from other artist or writers. And no I will not turn my hobby into a profit. I'm good.

💜If I say something that ooc do not read too much into it. If I choose not to share, do not press me. All you will get is silence. Ty 🙏🏽

💜Green is a beautiful color. Especially emerald. I love it. If you don't, why is your life so sad? /lh

💜After spending years on Twitter I do not tolerate negativity of any kind. Sorry but I'll have to block that. Also lmk if I already posted something like this in the post.

💜✌🏽🙏🏽👍🏽 I am a poc. But that shouldn't matter. Im just like every other autistic person with mental issues out there. Sometimes I'll use the default yellow emojis cuz I'm lazy 😛

💜I like to write and draw mostly. Poems have been my thing now.

💜Also if you like anything that's a negative setback for me I'm going to assume you did it out of spite and I'll block you. Who likes post like "I spent a day in the hospital because people on the internet made me want to unalive myself" and thinks thats acceptable???? So if I post something like "the internet ruined my love for my one passion in life" there better be no likes. Especially if that's all you're going to like!

End of rant

💜I write fanfiction. It was mostly nsfw stuff but kinda took a break after an accident I had where I stayed in the hospital for two months. I also draw but since the internet DID ruin that hobby for me I probably won't post anything for a while :/

💜my music taste vary. Rn I'm into Eminem. He's just a vibe rn.

💜I've been having sleeping problems since I got back from the hospital. So if you see me up past 5 am... Hello :3

💜when you actually get to know me I'm pretty chill.

💜while looking into things like daoism and Buddhism it made me appreciate atla/tlok even more. Eastern culture is very beautiful!🙏🏽

💜I love people unconditionally like I love myself. Always.

💜I like cane toads and any frog or amphibian as pets. I don't like seeing them hung up as trophies or made for taxidermy. I will shut that down asap.

💜sometimes I message random people. But if I message you it's for a reason. Especially if it's a commission. Like I said I don't need any commission rn but just in case.

💜I'm also prone to make hella typos! Check my hashtags.

💜I go from ghetto speak, to proper, to old english, to vague all in one. Or manic. Manic is definitely one of those typing types I have but can I tell you how it looks or describe it idk. But I guess manic pixie naive positive speak is one way to describe it?

Ngl that's all I can think of now. I'll post more if I can think of anymore. Same with hashtags. I'll keep you posted.

[smoosnoom]

omg ily so much u won’t get rid of ur daily compliments for AT LEAST a year (happy one month of daily compliments btw. yeah im that sappy).

it’s like the first thing i saw than i woke up in the morning. ty for making my day!!

i was trying to write smth conscious about highlighted quotes but all my notes r about how cute they r. cause they r so cute and they (or ur writing, to be exact) make me wanna fall in love again so bad. so here’s just my mumbling sorry.

“The love of Will Byers’ life sounds a lot more accurate” mike u r little shit

“Not that he’s noticed. Or anything. Or maybe he has.” lmfao u r allowed mike u basically dating him (u literally wrote the same thing. i noticed after the second read)

“Mike had known Will to be a good kisser” - my boy not only has natural art talent 🫡

““You’re allowed to shock me,” he decides, and Will blinks. “Boyfriend privileges.”” so so so cute 🥺🥺🥺

“the hum of appreciation is worth the risk of being electrocuted” oh to be in love 😭

““You’re ridiculous,” he replies, and it feels like a compliment. Mike pokes a finger into his cheek. “Yeah.”” my favorite loser

““You like me,” he proudly proclaims, and Will groans.” fun fact: irl im more like will but the moment i fall in love i immediately become as insufferable as mike. when i call him loser i mean i am loser

“and even when Will brings up a hand to cover his face, the lights betray him when they shine bright.” IM KILLING MYSELF moon pls have mercy on me

“and he’s smiling. Mike returns it easily. The lights shimmer in response.” THEY ARE SO CUTE HEEELP 😭😭😭😭

electric love!!! honestly fuck børns but this song makes me shiver. i LOVE songs about true love (i mean “lover” is in my top 2 taylor’s albums) and the fact that it fits fic so well. im crying rn and im not ashamed.

also please Stop apologizing or im gonna catapult u into the atmosphere. u didn’t do anything wrong. the fic isn’t to short (i thought u gonna have a break at least for a couple of weeks after spiderwill fic) and they r not ooc. they r just dumb and in love.

okay. sorry if it doesn’t make any sense.

love u, bye 🫂🫂🫂

can't believe i didn't notice our one month anniversary ☹️ so upsetting omg ill put it on my calendar !!!!! 📆🖋

i hope ur day went well :D also that ur day began when i was Just going to bed . my fault for sleeping at 4 am 🫡

LLOLLL omg im so happy u thought so !!!! i . hate writing established relationships but im so glad u enjoyed it :D ive never been in love so it's all going off guesses :]

if they ever get together u know mike would be the Smuggest mf AROUNDDD he's bragging abt will constantly i just know it

omg us being on the same mental wavelength . crazy !!!!!!

oh to be in love </3

somehow that is the most surprising thing u could have told me !!!! u seem very . idk . the sort to keep things To Yourself, altho maybe that's a side effect of the anonymous thing !

?%;*=,= IM BEING EJECTED INTO THE ATMISPHERE ???? ok Fine 🙄 im not sorry . but yayay i just had a cute little idea and wanted to write it out asap and it means the world to me that u enjoyed it 🫶🫶 thank u so much for ur reassurances they and U mean everything to meeee

love u :D bye !! 🫂

[twxlightbeforedawn]

°☆.。

[finalsinners]

[gutouhua]

title. the shrine master (part ii of the shrine master's bride)

pairing. sukuna x f. reader

wc. 9.8k+

cw. ooc soft!sukuna, illiterate (how ironic) & low self-esteem reader, mentions of phys. & verbal abuse (not by sukuna), love marks/hickeys, pet names (sparrow, love), slight corruption kink, ear licking/kissing, dacryphilia, semi-public sex, exhibitionist reader (a tiny bit), praise kink, dom/sub undertones (i think), misogynistic society, slightly rough sex (hair pulling), blowjob (m. receiving), squirting, creampie, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk

a/n. no beta we die like rex lapis, not really edited, read at your own risk lol. hope y'all enjoyyyyy! as always, reblogs appreciated & if you like what i write i have a tip jar <;3

“Open.” He pressed his fingers against your lips again, slowly feeding the digits through the soft seam of your mouth. 

You were hesitant at first, your mouth was just barely open, but when Sukuna began to massage your tongue, slipping his fingers inside the grab the flesh, petting against the roof of your mouth, you couldn’t help but relax your jaw to let him in deeper. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice thick with desire, and those two words were almost enough to make you forget about the fact that anyone could pass by and see the two of you.

The first thing you noticed when you woke in the morning was Sukuna’s heavy arms sprawled across your body like a massive cage. The second thing you noticed was that you were sore, very sore to the point that dragging yourself out of Sukuna’s blanketed warmth was an altogether physical and mental behemoth of a task.

But when you finally untwined yourself from him and the futon and caught a glimpse of your expression in the small mirror on the vanity, you realized that it was a good thing that you had gotten up slightly earlier than needed. Because the person looking back at you was someone unwholly familiar. A stranger with soft eyes and swollen lips.

A stranger who looked well and truly fucked.

You blushed, fingers hesitantly reaching towards your lips, remembering the way he had devoured you with a hunger that no one had ever showed you. And then your eyes went to your messy hair and you dropped your fingers in haste. You had no time to ponder the events of last night when you had your work cut out for you before going to town.

You would have to pick your prettiest kimono among limited options, apply makeup and do your hair nicely (although perhaps Momoka could help you with that since you did not have much experience, having always gone around your old home with a bare face and practical updo), and make breakfast all before the two of you headed to town. There was still some hesitancy that stemmed from your fear of Sukuna being ashamed of you in public because of your lack of cursed technique and your plain face, but maybe– 

No. You needed to prioritize, and how you felt wasn’t important compared to everything else that needed to be done. As quietly as you could, you waddled to the edge of your shared bedroom and slid the door open gently before shutting it, not noticing the amused expression Sukuna hid from you. 

As you made your way to the kitchen, tying your hair up with a faded red ribbon to prepare for work, you noticed that Momoka was already in the kitchen. The strong smell of miso wafted to the entrance and mackerels crackled in the large wok as Momoka steamed vegetables and plated freshly pickled ones on a nearby table.

Embarrassed that she was already preparing breakfast before you did, you shuffled meekly into the kitchen, an apology already prepared. “Momoka, I’m so sorry that you’re preparing breakfast for my husband when I should be the one doing it. I will have to wake up earlier tomorrow morning so you aren’t burdened with this task.” You didn’t want her to think that you were some lazy freeloader who lived off of others’ goodwill. 

“Oh, dear.” Momoka wiped her hands on her apron before patting your head lightly as if it was something she was used to. 

You stood awkwardly as she did, unused to the affection and unsure of how to respond, but luckily Momoka continued cooking. 

“There’s nothing you need to apologize for. In fact, it is my responsibility to make breakfast for my master and mistress. So don’t worry your pretty little head and head back to your husband while I prepare breakfast,” she said with a wink that made you warmer than the kitchen was.

“But I–”

“No buts, my dear. Go back to your husband. Knowing him, he’ll be upset you left him so early without any sort of morning greeting.” She shooed you out of the kitchen, pushing you through the entrance and into the hallway. “Now let me do my work. Breakfast should be ready soon.” 

Momoka slid the door shut behind her, effectively ending the conversation.

I guess I’ll go back to the room for now. Maybe tidy up my appearance so he doesn’t get shocked at how much uglier I look in the morning. 

Making sure to keep your footsteps light, you headed back to the room and sat before the dresser to meticulously comb your hair, taking great effort to avoid your reflection in the mirror. There wasn’t much to look at – your hair was thin and brittle, skin dull, and face a little too wide, eyes a little too big to be considered any type of beauty.

As you combed your hair, lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice when Sukuna had gotten up and wrapped his arms around you, head resting in the crook of your neck, his spicy warmth enveloping you.

You tensed at the sudden intrusion. “A-Ah, Ryomen-sama, wh-what are you doing?” 

He inhaled deeply before nuzzling you, tongue darting out to lick your nape. “Adoring my wife. What else would I be doing?”

“It tickles,” you murmured. 

Sukuna purred, the vibrations against your neck making you shiver. “I see my mark is still here,” he rumbled. He continued to lick your neck, sucking at the tender spots that were pink yesterday but now a deeper purple hue. 

You wanted to dig a hole six feet deep and bury yourself inside. If Sukuna was mentioning them, then surely Momoka had seen the marks as well. “Ryomen-sama…can you be more careful next time?” 

“Careful?” he murmured, only half-focused since most of his attention was set on the marks littered all over your neck.

“With the marks on my neck,” you mumbled, trying to twist away from him but to no avail. “And I think we were too loud last night. I’m pretty sure Momoka heard us.” 

“Ah yes.” Sukuna paused for a second as if pondering the accounts of last night. “Your cries of pleasure were most enjoyable, little sparrow. I hope you’ll make more of them tonight.” 

“D-Don’t say such things out loud!” you spluttered. “And I don’t want others to hear me.” It was more than enough that Momoka had heard you – imagine if the other servants did – you were afraid you’d never recover from the embarrassment.

Sukuna narrowed his eyes. “And why not?” 

Ah, did I make a mistake? Have I made him angry? You could feel your pulse thundering wildly against its thin cage of flesh and marks and each second of silence that went by as he waited for your response was deafening. 

He softened his gaze and held you tightly against his chest so that the hair you had carefully combed and styled fell out of its knot. “Speak, my little sparrow, there is nothing to worry about. I will not be mad. I promise.” 

“Do you promise?”

“My promises are ironclad.”

You exhaled deeply, steeling yourself. “Very well then…it’s…embarrassing to know that others can hear us. I don’t really like it.” You peeked up at him to gauge his reaction and then looked down, wringing your hands into the fabric of your faded kimono. “I’d prefer it if we were the only ones who could hear each other.” You finished with a mumble. 

Then you stayed still, afraid of what he would say or do next. When nothing came from him you turned around in his lap and were greeted with the sight of his hands clasped over his mouth in an attempt to muffle his laugh. 

“My wife, you are much too hilarious for your own good. If that is what you desire – to be a feast for my eyes and ears alone – then of course I will grant you that wish. Although I like for others to know how well I can pleasure my wife, if you do not want others to know, then the solution is simple: I simply need to leave more marks on your pretty neck, and then they will know without a doubt that you are a very satisfied wife.” Sukuna pressed a light kiss to your forehead and then to your nose before pecking the corner of your still-swollen lip. 

“Shall we go eat breakfast then, little sparrow? I think Momoka should be just about done. Or,” he lowered his voice, eyes lingering on your lips. “Would you prefer a continuation of last night?” 

You snapped your hanging jaw shut. “Y-you’re so shameless,” you muttered. 

Sukuna chuckled and lifted you up smoothly, carrying you princess-style through the hallway and into the dining room, where two trays with food had been placed in the middle. You had initially protested eating at the same time as him since as master of the shrine and your husband, he should eat before you do, but he’d given you an incredulous look when you told him that and had Momoka set another dinner tray down, declaring that you’d eat all meals with him from here on out. 

It went against everything you were taught – at the Shirogane residence, you ate when the servants did after everyone else – but Ryomen-sama was the type who was difficult when you obeyed him and even more difficult when you disobeyed him. And you would not dare raise his ire.

He sat you down on your cushion first before folding himself into his. “Now let us eat, love. I would love to do more, but then I would not be able to stop myself and we would not be able to go into town to get the things I need.” And the things you need.

You picked up your chopsticks hesitantly, how unfamiliar it was, to eat in such a nice room with fresh food (not leftovers) cooked by someone other than yourself. Sukuna waited until you’d taken a couple of bites – you agonized over each bite – until he started on his own tray.

She’s still so nervous, but I have lots of time to teach her, he mused. 

With Momoka staying behind to tend to the shrine, Sukuna easily teleported the two of you downtown after breakfast. The sights and sounds of the city, with its loud trains and squawking vendors, simultaneously awed and scared you. It had been a while since you’d gone downtown and experienced the bustling city life since you had spent most of your life sequestered in the Shirogane residence after the death of your father, so you didn’t dare miss a single thing. Who knew when you’d be able to go into town again?

For Sukuna, seeing you take in the sights of the city was a secret delight for him. He liked it when you unconsciously clutched his sleeve a little too tightly whenever something or someone veered too close, enjoying the mixture of delight and fright on your face, but at the same time, he wanted to keep you locked away so that he could have you all to himself. There were too many men in town, Sukuna noticed with distaste, and you were such a cute little innocent thing. Men, himself included, would love to ruin such a thing. 

But he wouldn’t allow that. Only he could do that.

He tugged you closer. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

You snapped your head away from a passing stall that was selling brightly decorated demon masks. Ah, you reminded yourself, I shouldn’t get too ahead of myself. We’re not here for me, we’re here for Ryomen-sama. It was a sad thought, but one that was true. 

“Yes.” You managed brightly. “It’s very fun.” 

Sukuna tried to keep the frown out of his expression since he knew you’d get scared, but it was obvious that you were lying. Perhaps there was a reason for it, but no matter – Sukuna could wait. He could be patient when he wanted to.

“Good.” He led you to a large kimono shop in what seemed to be the busiest street you’d ever seen and tried to usher you in but you stopped him, tugging on the sleeve of his kimono with nervousness. 

“Are you sure this is the right place?” you whispered.

The shop he wanted to enter was a famous kimono shop owned by the prestigious Aoki Clan who had been making kimonos for centuries. They had a cursed technique that helped them create beautiful garments, and were exclusive tailors for the royal family and nobles for many years. It wasn’t until recently did they expand so as to allow the nouveau riche to buy from them.

Why would Ryomen-sama take me to such a place? Indeed, the Aoki Clan could create garments for men as well, but they specialized in women’s attire. There was no good reason for Sukuna to visit the shop unless to buy a ladies kimono. 

“Yes, of course it’s the right shop.” People milled in and out of the shop so Sukuna drew you closer to him so no one would bump into you. “Follow me, wife.” 

Still, you were hesitant. But now you were garnering the glances of others and realized how sorely out of place you looked with your plain appearance and worn kimono. 

“Okay,” you whispered, taking his lead. It would be best to get out of the public’s view for right now lest you bring shame to your husband. 

Instantly upon entering the shop, you were greeted with the sight of the prettiest ladies dressed in the most fashionable kimonos. With their hair elaborately styled and makeup painted meticulously on their faces, they truly looked like walking, living pieces of art. You tugged on Sukuna’s wide sleeve again, somehow finding solace in it. You were worried about the looks everyone was giving you. Even with your head half-buried against his broad back in an attempt to somehow hide, you could feel their gazes on you. It was a feeling you knew all too well. 

“Are you getting something from here, Ryomen-sama? There are lots of pretty fabrics and colors that would suit you very well,” you said softly, so that only he could hear you. 

Sukuna was handsome enough to suit everything (you were of the mind that he could wear scraps and still somehow look stunning), but he usually stuck to white and light-colored kimonos and robes. 

“For me?” he rumbled. “No, wife. This particular shop run by the Aoki family is for women. Although,” he peered down at you, eyes heated, “I suppose this is a gift for me in a way.” 

You blushed, he was doing it again: shamelessly looking at you as if he was mentally undressing you and imagining all the ways he was going to ruin you. 

“O-Okay. If that is what you say.” 

He grunted and led you to the back of the shop before stopping at a counter and calling for someone. 

“Aoki-kun!”

A slender figure, hidden behind a mountain of colorful fabrics, appeared before the counter. “Ah, Ryomen-sama! How nice to see you again this year! I see you are back again to order a wardrobe for your–” He stopped in his tracks when he realized that your husband had brought someone with him and set his fabrics down, peering over the mess to look at you. You shifted from side to side and stayed behind Sukuna, as if doing so would hide you from Aoki-kun’s scrutiny. 

After a moment, Aoki-kun broke out in a wide smile, showing a set of gleaming teeth with pointed canines and a hint of a forked tongue. “What a lovely bride, Ryomen-sama! I see you have once again married a very beautiful woman. But you usually come later to pay after your lady has ordered her wardrobe. Why’d you come with your bride this time?” 

Lovely? Does he have bad eyesight? It was a pity since he was so handsome but…something he said bothered you. It was an obvious fact that Sukuna had had other women in his life – you knew this very clearly, but why did that thought make your chest feel tight as if a snake had wrapped itself around the organ and was slowly squeezing the life out of it.

“I felt like it.” Sukuna gave him a droll stare. 

Aoki-kun merely smiled back, unfazed by Sukuna’s response. He clapped his hands. “Well, yes, shall we get her measurements and have the lady choose what styles and fabrics she’d like for her wardrobe?” 

“Give her whatever she wants,” he said. “Cost is not an issue.” 

But you did not want him to spend too much on you. What would happen when he’d realized he’d gotten the short end of the stick – that he married a human with no cursed ability? He would despise you and loathe that he spent so much time and money on you. 

You couldn’t allow that to happen. “Oh no, I couldn’t. Just a few simple pieces will do, I don’t need anything too fancy.” 

“Nonsense,” Sukuna declared. “Choose whatever you want.” 

“If you insist…” He wasn’t going to change his mind, so you decided that you would choose a few of the cheaper fabrics and designs. 

Aoki-kun ushered you to the back while Sukuna stared daggers at the demon. “Aoki-kun,” he said lowly, voice pitched with a warning, “Watch yourself.” 

“Of course.” He winked one slitted jade green eye. “I will be on my best behavior, Ryomen-sama.” And he would – the Aoki family would not dare offend Sukuna and lose the patronage of someone so ancient and powerful.

As Aoki-kun readied his materials to take your measurements and fit you for a wardrobe, you couldn’t help but take little glances at the tailor, curious about his demon heritage. You’d heard that the Aoki family were incredibly talented cursed technique users, but not that they had demon blood in them as well.

Aoki-kun gave you a cheeky grin when he caught your gaze, making you look away quickly in shame. “Ah, I know what you are thinking, my lady – you wonder about my demon traits?” 

You gave him a small nod despite the fact that you were embarrassed that he’d caught you staring. 

“Not to worry,” he said nonchalantly. “Many people are always surprised when they meet someone from our family and find out we have demon traits. We’ve got wickedly sharp fangs.” He sheathed them to give you a closer look. “And forked tongues.” A quick slither of the muscle tipped the seams of his lips to show that he did indeed have a forked tongue. 

“Interesting,” you murmured. Those types of oddities have never scared you since you considered yourself to be a sort of oddity as well. 

Aoki-kun chuckled. “I don’t get that reaction often. Most people are afraid since not many people are fond of snakes, you see.” 

“Oh, I’m quite fond of them,” you said quickly, not wanting him to misunderstand or get upset. “I actually used to have a tiny pet mamushi snake. He was the cutest thing, very shy, poisonous, but he never bit me.” You looked wistfully off to the side. “But he just disappeared one day, and I never saw him again.” 

“Did he have a name?” 

“No.” Sadness crept into your tone now. “I never named any of the strays I took in, since I knew that once they had a name, I’d get too attached. And they’d all eventually leave, like the snake…so I didn’t see a point in naming him.” 

“Ah,” Aoki-kun paused. “I see.” He swallowed hard then cleared his throat, leading you to a large mirror. “Shall we move on to happier topics and get your measurements now? I don’t want to keep Ryomen-sama waiting for too long. He might have my head if I delay your return to him.” 

“Oh, yes, indeed–” You’d never forgive yourself if something bad happened to an innocent because of you. “I’m terribly sorry, Aoki-sama. I’ll do as you say.” 

Now I’ve done it – I’ve soured the mood and made him uncomfortable. What a stupid thing to do on the first day my husband takes me out. He may never let me out again if he knows I made someone as important as Aoki-kun uncomfortable or held up his plans for the day. Next time, I’ll keep my mouth shut. 

“My lady?” 

You snapped your head up. “Yes!” you squeaked.

Aoki-kun smiled. “I need you to lift up your arms please.” 

“Of course.” You did as he instructed and thought about how you’d have to get rid of your bad habit of daydreaming while Aoki-kun carefully laid the measuring tape against your arms. Ryomen-sama certainly wouldn’t want to be with someone as absentminded as you, you’d have to change quickly if you wanted him to keep you. 

After Aoki-kun took your measurements – there were a lot more measurements than you thought you needed for a kimono fitting – Sukuna decided to stop by at a new western style cafe. While you were positive that he would’ve preferred to visit the traditional tea house across the street (the fact that he still wore kimonos instead of western suits was an indicator of his traditional preferences, for some reason he had chosen the cafe instead.  

(What you did not know was that earlier in the day, Sukuna had seen you eye the cafe. So of course he wanted to take you to a place you were interested in.) 

When the owner of the establishment saw Sukuna at the entrance, he scrambled to pay his respects to him while  Sukuna had simply taken one cursory glance at him, as if he was looking at a speck of dust and not a person. And almost as if he could read Sukuna’s mind, the owner led the two of you to a table in the back without a second of delay.

You sat down in the booth with as much grace as you could conjure and tried to contain the almost giddy feeling you had. The softness of the booth was infinitely more comfortable than any cushion you’ve ever sat on and the table had a pretty lacquered floral design that you itched to trace with your fingers. If Sukuna noticed your nervous excitement, he didn’t comment on it. Instead, he sat looking bored, an imposing statue of savage beauty all contained in a tiny, floral-decorated booth. 

You almost let out a laugh that you managed to stifle into a wide smile at the last moment. 

“What are you smiling about, wife?” 

You shook your head. What would he think if you told him he looked out of place? Like a big, bad, demon in a dainty little china shop. 

Sukuna smirked. “It’s fine if you don’t tell me, but I’ll just have to punish you very thoroughly tonight.” 

You turned beet red at his comment. You’d only known him for a day, but you were very well acquainted with his appetite and could guess what type of punishment – delicious torment – he had in mind for you.

You smiled, but when you looked down at the menu a server had placed on the table, you felt a deep sense of dread. Since your mother died the year you were supposed to formally attend reading and writing classes, you never got the chance to learn how to read and write because no one advocated for your education. You knew much less than some of the higher-ranking literate servants in the Shirogane residence and only recognized basic words required of your daily tasks.

Now your initial blush was turning uncomfortably warm — hot and unwelcome — and your grip tightened on the menu as the words swarmed before you, a jumble of lettered nonsense. You tried to make sense of it, picking out a few words here and there, but the meanings were ultimately lost on you, and you realized you didn’t recognize a single thing on the menu besides ‘tea’ (and even then, you didn’t recognize any of the teas) because the dishes and drinks served here were western-styled, something you were wholly unfamiliar with.

“Is there nothing you’d like to order, wife?” 

“U-Um, no– I mean  yes, I–” You were struggling to answer him so you looked up from the menu to meet his gaze which only made you more intimidated by his question and worried about what he’d think of you.

“I…” It would probably be easiest for him to order for you then. It’d make you look like a good wife, to allow your husband to make decisions for you so no one would think it strange. And hopefully he wouldn’t realize that you couldn’t read the menu. “Y-You can order for me! I can’t decide.” You plastered on what you hoped looked like a demure smile. “I’m sure you have excellent tastes.” 

Sukuna frowned. He’d decided to take you here since he saw you show interest in the cafe and heard that lots of young ladies liked places like this, but perhaps you liked traditional Japanese tea houses after all. And he’d much prefer going to one as well. Then perhaps the two of you would take a light lunch in the tea house instead. “Perhaps we should go to the tea house across the street–”

“No!” you blurted out, flustered by his proposition. It would be terrible if he changed his mind just because you were incompetent and couldn’t read. You lowered your voice slightly. “No,” you said again. “We can stay here. I’d prefer if you’d order for me though.” 

How strange, Sukuna thought, but he nodded. “Very well, if you insist.” 

You let out an internal sigh of relief when he began to order, listing foreign teas and cakes and light sandwiches to the server in a surprisingly efficient manner as if he did it all the time. And all the while he listed off the name of a flowery-sounding item, you clenched your fists harder underneath the table, staring very hard at the pretty designs that, just a few moments ago, brought you joy, but now were a harsh reminder of your shortcomings. 

When he finished ordering, the two of you sat in silence while waiting for the food. You were used to it – being quiet always drew less attention and that was always a good thing when you lived in the Shirogane residence. If you blended in and stayed in the background, there was always less of a chance that your cousin and others would harass you. 

But was Sukuna okay with it? Surely he’d want a wife who he could keep a conversation with – someone educated and well-versed in a variety of topics. Not someone gloomy who didn’t know how to socialize. You peeked up to see him tapping a black fingernails – was it your imagination or were they shorter than they were yesterday – rhythmically moving up and down against the table.

Perhaps he was irritated that you didn’t order for yourself. You tried to keep your expression neutral. Of course, he would be angry that his wife was an uneducated idiot who didn’t even know how to read. 

I should apologize to him now before he– 

“Fancy seeing you here, cousin.” 

You froze. For some reason, you heard a certain voice that you thought you had escaped when you left the Shirogane residence. You kept your eyes plastered to the table, fingernails digging into your bony palms. 

“What’s wrong, cousin? Are you not happy to see me? Did moving out and becoming someone else’s property make you not want to acknowledge me anymore?” 

“I–” 

Sukuna was frowning now, and you could tell he was upset because his eyes were turning a deep red. 

“I…” You scrambled to say something so Sukuna wouldn’t get angry at you, but you could feel your throat closing up on you. Once, a long time ago, you might’ve said something back to your cousin, made her furious enough to hit you, but not anymore. Not after that happened. 

Hikaru ignored you. “But how strange,” she said, mock surprise coloring her face, “I never thought I’d see you in a place like this.” 

Please, please, please. Anything but that. You stared at her, desperation etched into every fissure of your body, but when you saw her smile – the one that everyone adored so much but you dreaded – you knew that she was going to reveal your secret. 

Hikaru placed a slender hand on your shoulder and if any onlooker saw, it would look like an affectionate gesture, but the pressure of those talons that were sinking into your shoulder was unmistakable.

She had you caught like a bird with its prey. 

“It’s strange seeing you here since you don’t know how to read. How could you have ordered from the menu? You should’ve just had a servant order and pick up the food and deliver it to you if you really wanted to try something here.” 

You don’t know how to read.

You don’t know how to read.

You don’t know how to read.

Of course, Hikaru would take the chance to belittle you and make you look bad in front of Ryomen-sama. Her comment only fed that feeling of inferiority that gnawed at your insides and threatened to swallow you whole after it had minced every fiber of your being. The hopeless, savage, desire to be enough – that maybe if you tried hard enough, people would overlook your incompetency, maybe tolerate you, and you wouldn’t have to feel like an imposter. But you knew that nothing would be able to save you from the embarrassment of your illiteracy and the ire of your husband upon the realization that he’d married a fool.

Your throat was scratchy when you spoke, and you tried to even the waver in your voice as much as you could. “Ah, Hikaru, I–”

“What do you mean,” Sukuna interrupted smoothly. “My wife can read.” And at this, he tucked his legs around yours, pressing gently but firmly around your calves as if to stop your trembling legs. “Why would you say otherwise?” 

What…? He should be cursing me right now. Why is he defending me instead?

Hikaru spluttered her response. “B-But I know her – I know that she doesn’t know how to read.”

“You presume to know my wife better than I do?” he asked dangerously. 

Sukuna was angry now, you could see it in his eyes and hear it in the coldness of his tone. Right now, you were glad his anger was directed towards Hikaru and not you – you didn’t think you’d be able to handle it right now if he got angry at you. Yelled at you. Hit you. Especially if he did it in front of Hikaru. 

Indignant, Hikaru stomped a heeled foot into the ground. The loud clack drew the attention of nearby tables and servers and made you instinctually shirk back. When Hikaru got angry, she could be impulsive and very cruel. “Of course I do! I’ve known her for fifteen years while you’ve only known her for a day and barely at that–” 

You stood up suddenly. The argument was making you uncomfortable and when a plate of seasoned meat passed your table, your stomach churned, making you feel as if you’d vomit any moment. Sukuna and Hikaru both looked at you. 

“I-I’m sorry,” you mumbled shakily. “I have to go use the restroom. I don’t feel too good.” 

Sukuna got up as well. 

“Then I will come with you,” he replied. It was the obvious decision. 

But you waved him off. “No, no need, just stay here. I’ll only be a moment.” You ran towards the back of the restaurant in haste, flagging down a server to ask where the restrooms were before you escaped.

Sukuna stared intently at the spot you just left as if doing so would somehow bring you back and erase the annoying presence of your cousin. He inhaled deeply, hating that your scent – you always smelled like the jasmine rice soap you used and your natural musk scent (which Sukuna liked even better) – was now covered by the cloying sweet smell of Hikaru’s perfume. He didn’t want to be apart from you, especially if you were feeling sick, and he had no need to keep your cousin company. 

“I shall take my leave now,” he intoned.

“Oh, but,” Hikaru tried placing a lacquered hand on his forearm, but Sukuna jerked back in disgust, the hairs on his arm standing up. Hikaru looked appalled. “You can’t just leave me here.” 

It was taking Sukuna every ounce of self-control (of which he had little of since he always did what he wanted, no matter the consequences) to stop himself from doing something disrespectful, or heaven forbid, “unethical” in the eyes of society – like slapping the hell out of Hikaru – but he knew you would not appreciate it if he did that. So he presented himself as pleasant as he could. 

“If you’ll excuse me, Shirogane-san, I really must take my leave now. My wife may be ill, so I will go and make sure she gets home safely and sees a doctor if needed.” 

But Hikaru couldn’t let such a handsome specimen – cursed spirit or not – out of her grasp. To think that you, a lowly wench, so talentless and useless, was able to marry such a man of high status and beauty…that fact angered her. 

She should’ve been the one to marry Ryomen-sama, to stand next to him venerated, prized, alongside him by everyone. So why did Father choose you instead of her? Hikaru huffed. She didn’t believe that anyone could be immune to her charms. She always got what and who she wanted. 

“Are you really just going to leave me alone?” She pitched her voice slightly higher as if she was ready to burst into tears and jutted a pink lower lip out in a pout. 

Sukuna’s expression turned dark. “I am not leaving you alone, Shirogane-san, your servant is sitting right next to you.” Hikaru’s servant seemed to shrink in her very spot. “And I am leaving for good reason: to tend to my wife.”

But Hikaru, used to getting what she wanted and spoiled by her father, could not let go of the topic. “Why’re you leaving me for such a dull, useless person? And besides, I’m sure she’ll be fine. She’s always been such a picky eater, not eating any of the leftovers we give her, so I’m not sure what the issue–” 

A loud thud suddenly resounded through the restaurant and the table cracked in half as glasses shattered to the ground, tea and water leaking into the cracks of the tiled flooring. Sukuna found much satisfaction in the way the liquids found its way onto Hikaru’s frilly Western contraption of a dress, relishing in how the tea soaked and stained her light-colored garments. 

“You,” he growled, warning interlaced like fine poison in his voice. “Never speak of my wife like that ever again.”

“But–”

“You will never again utter her name with that grating voice of yours. Her name is for my lips alone to say. Good day.” 

Sukuna flung Hikaru a mutinous glance before making his way straight to the women’s restroom before he smacked the living daylights out of your cousin. He knew he wasn’t saintly enough to stop himself, but he knew you wouldn’t want him to do it so had to make do with the table. He followed your scent to the very last stall in the restroom and ripped the door off its hinges, earning a scream from you. 

“S-Sukuna, what are you doing?” You were hunched over the toilet bowl, tendrils of hair hanging above the water like floating seaweed, your kimono messy and askew. Sukuna hated that you were dirtying yourself on the ground but at the same time, for some sort of explicable reason, seeing you so disheveled made him feel a certain way. He inhaled deeply, breathing in your sweet scent to ground himself. You’d only been in his life for a few days, but he couldn’t imagine going without your scent for more than a few hours now.

“I hate your cousin,” he said simply.  

You reached up to try to pat him. “I am not worthy of your emotions, not even your ire, so please do not be angry for me. And besides, I am quite used to it by now.” 

But hearing that only made him angrier. He was angry that you had suffered so much, gotten used to the pain, that you thought that any sort of emotion spent on you was unworthy. 

“How can I show you how much I love you?” he whispered hotly. “Apparently you don’t know the extent that I would go for you.” He dragged you up and against his body, his hard length pulsing against your stomach, a hot brand you felt through your cotton layers. 

“W-What are you doing?” You couldn’t tell if you were aroused or panicked. Maybe both. 

“Shall we go see a doctor since you’re not feeling well?” What he really wanted was to hold you down and fuck the tears out of you – or perhaps elicit more tears of a different variety – but you being sick took precedence. He could control himself, probably.

“I-I’m fine, just some indigestion,” you mumbled, face half-pressed against his chest. “Let’s just go back to the shrine, please.” 

Sukuna groaned, you were truly going to be the death of him. “Then let us go.” 

His grip on you tightened – as if it wasn’t already tight enough – making you acutely aware of every inch of his body. You fought to keep yourself still, but his cock was hard and stiff against your stomach. 

“Stop moving,” he breathed. “We’ll be there in a heartbeat.”

Instantly, the two of you were back at the shrine. You blinked. Sukuna had teleported to the side courtyard you fancied. It was one of the few places with flowers growing everywhere, so you had looked longingly at it multiple times in the past few days since you’d arrived.  

You tried to move away from Sukuna since you’d left for the city for quite some time, and you hadn’t even started making dinner yet, but Sukuna held you closely. “Where are you going, wife?” he murmured. 

“I need to go prepare dinner. I think Momoka must already have lunch prepared just in case we came home earlier so you can go have that since we didn’t get to eat anything at the restaurant while I start on dinner.” 

“But I don’t want lunch or dinner,” he said lazily, fingertips working themselves against your waist, a massage that made you feel boneless and relaxed. Sukuna smiled when he noticed that you’d unconsciously started to lean in towards him. His plan to distract you was working. “I want dessert first.”

Still, you tried to protest. “It’s not healthy though. You should eat something nutritious at least–” you wiggled against him in an effort to escape, “–before eating dessert.” 

He ignored you though and pressed his nose against the crown of your hair to inhale deeply before he started to make his way down, licking against the shell of your ear. He smiled against you when he felt you shiver. “Hm, you’re right. There’s something very nutritious right before me, so I should eat it then, should I not?” 

You couldn’t help the moan that slipped from you. “Not…” Sukuna continued to plant sloppy kisses against your ear, suckling the soft shell, making you lose your train of thought. “N-Not…” He moved lower and sucked hard in the soft juncture between your throat and your collarbone where the last mark he’d left had yet to fade. You cried out from the sudden throb. 

“My wife is so noisy,” Sukuna chuckled, continuing his way down and across your body while slowly tugging your kimono off your body. The way the rough fabric rubbed against your sensitized skin made you jolt with a small squeak especially when his hands purposefully lingered  around your hips. 

“What would happen if other people hear the lovely sounds you’re making? We can’t have that happen, can we?” So you must be quiet.” He planted another kiss, this time closer to your breast, sucking at the soft flesh. The way he tugged at your chest tugged something else lower and when he took one nipple between his teeth, rolled it as gently as he could – there’s teeth, always teeth – you could feel slick gathering in your panties. It would be so embarrassing if he looked down or reached inside to feel a pool of moisture. 

“Can you keep quiet for me, my little sparrow?”

“Not here, please,” you mewled. “E-Everyone will hear me. They’ll hear us.”

Sukuna nodded in mock sympathy, grin growing wider. “Yes, my dear, so that means you’ll just have to try harder.” 

“But it would be unsightly.”

Sukuna stared unflinchingly at your face – your soft face – and wondered how anyone could think it unsightly. “Nonsense. If anyone sees us, they will simply see a husband pleasing his wife and think nothing else of it.”

Ah, there it was again. Those words that he’d say to make you feel like you were worth something more than you really were. False words, probably something he had said to all his previous wives to please them, but you stupidly liked it. Liked how it sounded – the illusion that someone could like you enough to do something to please you. 

Sukuna tapped your lips with two fingers. “You are far away from me now. Thinking too much again.”

“I’m sorry.” It was a knee-jerk response. And then, realizing the mistake you’d made: “I’m sorry…for saying I’m sorry.” 

He looked down at you through thick lashes, red eyes peering intently at you. It made you uncomfortable, but you’d made a mistake so his scrutiny was justified.

“Open.” He pressed his fingers against your lips again, slowly feeding the digits through the soft seam of your mouth. 

You were hesitant at first, your mouth was just barely open, but when Sukuna began to massage your tongue, slipping his fingers inside the grab the flesh, petting against the roof of your mouth, you couldn’t help but relax your jaw to let him in deeper. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, voice thick with desire, and those two words were almost enough to make you forget about the fact that anyone could pass by and see the two of you. 

So when Sukuna pulled the front of your kimono completely away, putting your body – all marked with bites and hickeys – you squirmed, hands covering whatever it can, shying away from his hungry eyes. But Sukuna wanted his desert. He caught your wrist in his hand and pinned them up so he can have full access to you, leaving wet kisses against your tummy, your inner thighs, and finally against your underwear. You’re so wet that it’s hard to tell if your panties are wet from his kisses or from yourself.

“Wife,” he drawled, and at this point, you’re not too sure if you’ll be able to keep quiet any longer if he continues like this. “Hush now, you’re getting louder. Everyone will be able to hear you if you continue like this.” 

Sukuna peered down at you and the sight of your teary eyes instantly has his cock hardening. 

You are most beautiful when you are beneath me, writhing in sweet pleasure I have given you, completely at my mercy. 

Sukuna knew there was no ecstasy greater than the one he found with you so he didn't wait to nudge his cock against your panties and press the fat tip against your wetness. Then suddenly, he pulled your panties to the side to accommodate for himself before he sheathed himself in one motion, the sudden intrusion making your eyes fly open in surprise. You could feel the stretch of his cock, each veiny inch against your walls and the thick tip that pressed against your cervix. It was almost painful, too painful, but Sukuna knew just how much pressure to put – just enough so that there was a delicious weight that soothed the ache.

“S-Sukuna,” you panted while shaking your head. “Too big.” 

He chuckled, planting a kiss on your lips. “Ah, but you took me so well last night without any issue. So you can do it now as well, can’t you?” 

“I–” You fought to form a coherent reply as he started to rock against you. “It–” 

“You’ll be a good girl for me, right? Take my cock deep inside you, squeeze me real tight, and make me cum, won’t you?” he cooed. “And if you do especially well,” he rasped against slow thrusts, “I’ll make sure to cum inside and paint your insides white.” Sukuna would do it regardless, but he knew that you’d get riled up if he said it out loud. 

And true to his beliefs, you clenched hard around his cock, earning a harsh moan and knowing smile from him. 

“See?” He reached down to finger your clit and spread your folds, watching how your puffy lips struggled to swallow each stroke of his cock, how it fluttered unceasingly against him. “You’re taking me so well right now. I knew you could do it.” 

You whimpered even as pleasure bloomed inside. It was embarrassing, knowing that you were in a place that any of the servants could see. All it’d take was one sound – one sound a bit too loud, a bit too out of place in this serene courtyard, and you were sure that a servant would come running to check on the sound only to find the two of you fucking outside. 

How embarrassing that would be and yet you were even more embarrassed that that turned you on. Even if just a little. 

“Your thoughts are elsewhere,” Sukuna grunted, thrusting hard into you. “What could you be thinking about while your husband is fucking you?”

“N-Nothing.” you managed. 

Sukuna continued to slap his hips against yours, dragging his heavy cock through your slick folds. It was an acutely hard reminder of the fact that someone could be watching you, and when Sukuna grabbed the crown of your head in a rough jerk, the tug against your scalp made you cry out in half-pain, half-pleasure and you could feel a sudden flow of wetness below.

“Are you paying attention to me now, wife?” Sukuna whispered lowly. 

You nodded tearfully at him, lips trying to form a coherent reply. “Y-Yes, ‘m pay attention to you.” 

He pulled a tiny bit tighter, your cunt clenching as if he pulled a string in your body, earning a harsh grunt from him against your sensitive ear that made you ache. He pulled just enough to squeeze a few more tears out of you, not too hard, but you deserved it, those tears of yours since you weren’t paying attention to him. 

Despite the pain, you could feel a familiar heated sensation that coiled deep inside your tummy, made your breath short and eyes blurry with need. You whined even as you locked your ankles behind the small of his back, digging your heels into him as if to get him to thrust even deeper inside of you. 

“Ah, fuck–” Sukuna groaned against your tight cunt. “Y-You’re so tight, fuck.”

“S-S-Sukuna, please,” you blubbered. “Please. I–”

He pulled out right before you cummed and moved up to hold his cock against your face, the thick length so hard, so red that it looked as if he’d burst any moment. And he would – he wanted to, but Sukuna wanted to punish you. He knew it wasn’t your fault, but he was angry that you were so helpless against your cousin, that you’d spent your entire life being abused. Perhaps he was angry at himself, for not meeting you earlier and saving you from the pain. 

“W-What?” You cried out. “Why did you stop, I-I-I– need it. Please.” 

With your glossy eyes, swollen lips, and wet cunt that clenched unceasingly around the air, you were a needy vision to behold. So if you needed it, he’d be all too happy to oblige in giving it to you – twice. 

“Open.”

Your lips open gingerly, unsure of what he wanted.

“Wider, love. My cock is much bigger than that.” 

You flushed. You’d heard from servants about that act, where a woman or man would take a cock into their mouth and suck and kiss until the man cummed, but you’d never done it before yourself. It was supposed to be highly pleasurable for the man, but you weren’t sure if you’d be able to do it properly.

But Sukuna was waiting and looking at you with such heavy desire that you wanted to please him, so you obeyed, and opened your mouth – wide – and waited for him to slip his hard length into your mouth. 

“That’s my girl,” he whispered as he slid his cock inside your mouth, a slippery ordeal with the precum that leaked from his tip and the drool from your lips. “Taking my cock,” he grunted halfway through. “So well.” 

You thought that that was it, but when he pushed the last few inches in, so deep that it hit the back of your throat, you gagged hard, suddenly pushing him out of your mouth. 

“Hmm, it might take some getting used to,” Sukuna murmured. “You have to relax your throat and breath through your nose, otherwise you’ll suffocate. And we can’t have that happening, can we?”

You nodded and tried to relax yourself as he fed his cock into your throat again. The slow pace was making you squirm, and you could feel the moisture leaking from your pussy. You wondered how Sukuna could hold out for so long. 

When Sukuna finally seated himself between your lips, he began to thrust – slowly at first before picking up the pace, holding the back of your head gently to guide and support you. It was weird at first – you always thought that a man’s cock was supposed to go inside a pussy – but Sukuna apparently had other ideas. 

Your mouth was getting tired though, so you closed it slightly, your teeth accidentally grazing his cock. 

“Ah– love, fuck!” Sukuna grunted. “Close, I’m close.” 

Ah, so he liked the teeth, you thought. You could give it to him despite your fatigue. 

So you raked your teeth lightly against his hard length as he thrusted in and out, enjoying the fact that his thrusts were growing sloppy, short, and fast. Sukuna could feel his balls tighten up and when he looked down at you, his angel with her doe eyes and swollen lips, he cummed, shooting hot white liquid inside your mouth before pulling out and watching the lewd site of the string of cum that connected his cock to your mouth. 

Your eyes fluttered in surprise at the sudden wash of hotness in your mouth and you weren’t sure what to do with it, so you just swallowed it all. It didn’t have any particular taste – just a musky taste that smelled wholly of Sukuna, so in a way, it was quite pleasant. It reminded you of him.

“Did you swallow it?” Sukuna said huskily. “You didn’t have to.” He had thought of you swallowing it, wanted to fill you up above and below, but he wasn’t in a rush – you could learn everything in due time.

You nodded. “Did I…do something wrong?”

He laughed once. Then twice. “No, my wife, not at all. You did well. So well in fact,” he kissed your sticky lips. “That I’ll give you your reward now if you’d like.” 

Your reward. The slickness in your pussy still hadn’t subsided – if anything, you were even wetter than before, and you were acutely aware of the fact that your hole was clenching against nothing. Aching to be filled. 

“Please.”

“Please, what?” Sukuna knew what you needed, to be filled to the brim and fucked, but he wanted to hear the words come from your pretty lips.

“Please…” You hesitated, would he be turned off if such dirty words came from your mouth?

But Sukuna looked at you with such sensual expectance that you couldn’t help but answer him.

“Please…f-fuck me.” 

He smiled devilishly and wrapped one large hand around your hips. “Fuck you where, love?”

Damn the man. He knew exactly what you wanted – what you needed – but he still wanted you to say it.

“I won’t do anything you don’t tell me to do, wife, so tell me, where do you want me to fuck you?” He moved his other hand below your waist to circle your wet folds. “Here?” he asked. “Or…here?” He moved his fingers to rim the seam of your ass. 

You jumped at the foreign feeling. “N-Not there. That’s not…clean.” 

“Every part of you is clean, able to be fucked, love, but if you don’t want it there, we can do it another time.” Sukuna would thoroughly enjoy teaching you how to take his cock in your ass. He had no doubt that your ass would feel just as good as your cunt.

“So tell me where you want it and I’ll make sure to fuck you really well at that spot.”

Heat rose in your cheeks, but it was getting too difficult to ignore the ache in your pussy. 

“Fuck me in my…p-pussy,” you whispered before hiding your face against his chest.

“There it is,” Sukuna drawled. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it, my wife?” 

“Just do it, please, I need–”

In one fluid motion, Sukuna slid inside you, his hard length finding itself home inside your wet folds. 

“A-Ah Sukuna!” You mewled. “Too much, ‘m too big!”

Sukuna knew that, but he also knew that you’d taken him so well earlier so you shouldn’t have a problem doing it now either. “I know, love, you’re just really tight,” he grunted. “Relax for me. Relax and spread your legs a bit wider. It’ll make it easier.” 

You spread yourself and tried to relax as he dragged his cock against your rippling folds, but you were too sensitive from earlier and needed the release you weren’t given, so when he thrusted particularly deep and the tip of his cock nudged itself against a spongy part of your walls, you cummed so hard you bit his shoulder to stop the wail that would’ve come out of you. 

“Fuck, love, not so–” Sukuna felt his orgasm come as the pain from his shoulder tided over all self-control he had. “So tight, ah, fuck!” He slammed his hips against yours, his hard cock relentless against your rippling cunt as he fucked you through your high and his. 

“Ah, Sukuna, ‘m so sensitive, please I–”

“A little more, wife, j-just need to get it out of my system, fuck you,” he groaned, “through this, it’ll feel better, I know it.” 

“But–” You could feel something building inside again, but it was weird, a sensation you hadn’t felt before. “Sukuna, s-stop, ‘m gonna, gonna pee! Stop!” 

“I know, love, I know, it’ll feel good. It’ll feel really good, just let go for me,” he whispered. “Let go for me.”

“I–”

“Shh, let go. Give it to me.” He thrusted against your g-spot again and when he felt your cunt flutter against him, feel the sloppy wetness that dripped from it, he reached down and pinched your clit, hard, making you spill messily all over his cock and his abs. 

When you realized what had happened, you were overcome with shame. “I-I’m sorry, Sukuna..I-I told you that I was gonna pee, that it was coming out and–”

Sukuna caught your lips in his and slipped his tongue inside in reassurance. 

“You did well,” he murmured against your lips. 

You frowned. “How, I just peed–”

“It’s not peeing, love,” he chuckled and then pulled out of your sticky cunt with a wet plop, intently watching the way your cunt pushed his semen out. One of these days, he’d make you hold his cum inside your cunt and keep it in there for a few days to make sure you were properly bred. Maybe he’d keep you longer than a year. “You just squirted for me, and I very much enjoyed it, thank you.” 

“I-It’s a good thing?” you ventured. 

“A very good thing,” he replied before covering you in your dirtied kimono and picking you up, princess-style. 

“You’re sure?”

“Never been more sure in my life.” 

If Sukuna said it was a good thing, then perhaps it was. 

“Would you like a bath, wife?” Sukuna was already walking towards the bath room and was sure that a hot bath would be ready for him and you when he got there. He wouldn’t tell you this since you’d be embarrassed beyond belief and never have sex with him in the courtyard, but he’d caught Momoka walking by sometime while fucking you, and Momoka was a smart human. She knew that they’d want a bath afterwards, so Sukuna was sure she’d have one prepared. 

And he wasn’t wrong. When he walked inside the bath room, a hot bath had already been drawn and filled, clean clothes laid down and a scented bag with flowers scattered in the bath. 

“How is there already a bath ready for us?” you wondered. 

Sukuna kissed your forehead and unwrapped you from your kimono bundle before stripping himself and carrying you again to place you inside the bath. 

“I had Momoka prepare one for us to use after we got back from town.”

You reddened, eyes darting back and forth. “Then…she saw us?” 

Sukuna thought about teasing you, but then decided against it. You’d had enough teasing for the day, he decided. “No, of course not,” he lied. “I gave Momoka a time that we’d be back, so she could prepare it ahead of time.”

“Oh.” You nodded. “That makes sense.” 

Sukuna smiled and patted your head. His little gullible wife. How easily she believes every word I say. He put you into the bath and climbed in after you, grabbing a nearby bar of soap and mixing it with some water to create suds.

“Yes, now let’s wash up…unless you’d prefer going another round?” Sukuna lowered his voice to a husky whisper. “I’m always up for another round, love.”

“No!” you exclaimed. “I’m still too sensitive…”

“Then of course,” Sukuna chuckled. “Another time. Tonight then.”

“Tonight?”  You weren’t sure you’d be able to keep up.

“Why not?”

When you saw you frown, he added, “You wouldn’t have to do anything, love. I’d be doing all the work.” 

“W-When you put it like that…” you mumbled.

Sukuna continued to soap your back, enjoying your figure from behind. Perhaps he would take you from the back tonight and maybe even introduce your ass to his fingers, if not his cock.

“Tonight is for tonight, love. Just focus on right now. Don’t think too much.” 

“Okay.”

And even though it was difficult to erase your worries – both related and unrelated to Sukuna – the methodical feeling and sounds of the water and soap relaxed you.

Sometime during the bath, you fell asleep and Sukuna must’ve carried you to your room because when you woke up, he was lying naked next to you, a sly smile on his face.

From Wikipedia: Gloydius blomhoffii, commonly known as the mamushi, Japanese moccasin, Japanese pit viper, Qichun snake, Salmusa or Japanese mamushi, is a venomous pit viper species found in Japan.

[valentine-writes]

Okay i think it'd be hilarious if sundrop found out y/n listens to a lot of like heavy metal and screamy emo music despite y/n being super soft and gentle. How about it? >:3c (btw love your blog!!!)

CALAMITOUS NOISE !

↳ ft. sun/sunnydrop

「 gn! reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

author's note: WOOO!!! working on reqs time!!!! /ᐠ.ᆽ.ᐟ \ this one i LUV LUV LUV AWAAUGHWHS ty anon!!! it might b a lil short becuz im trying to like. slowly ease myself into writing (im so sorry) but hopefully it'll suffice!!!! also. sunny's a little teeny tiny bit ooc,,, im rly trying 2 get my Writing Energy back so so soz (´｀;) </3

edit: title added for masterlist purposes! i always loved this concept and wanna rewrite it sumtime tbh..,,..,

▸ ever since sun had met you, you have always been the sweetest little thing to him

▸ your energies balance out perfectly! sun is frankly, kinda scattered and a bit erratic. though he is programmed to take care of children- he is a little all over the place. all the time. luckily, you were gentle with him and incredibly patient. your soft nature working with sun's... unique personality seemed to click nicely.

▸ always there to slow him down or offer him some space to calm down, you really were such an angel in his eyes. this type of friendship was definitely needed after long hours of working in the daycare. not like he was tired or anything- you had never known sun to be tired a day in his life. he just seemed to enjoy being taken care of sometimes. and he definitely needed it.

▸ because of this, sun had become incredibly clingy. when it was time for you to leave, it seemed like the same thing. mentioning that you were just starting to have fun, offering a bunch of activities and things that you could do- and having to practically dodge him as you tried to head for the door all while saying goodbye

▸ he lets you go eventually though. but he definitely waits for you to come back. so the next day, when you did come back, during the after hours of the daycare as per usual, he immediately rushed to you and picked you up. he lifted you and twirled you around before bringing you closer. his face was practically five inches away from yours as he began rambling about how much his missed you

▸ he noticed though, mid-ramble, that there was something different. you were wearing earbuds, plugged into your phone. naturally he set you down and glanced over your shoulder, quick to ask what you were listening to

▸ initially, you took out an earbud and offered it to him. before observing the very Non-Ears that he had on the sides of his head. sun took it in his hand and kinda. placed it on the side of his head where an ear could be. and watched it fall as he let go.

▸ well. it was after hours anyways. you unplugged it quickly to blast your favorite song for him to hear. smiling, you talk a little about the song you're listening to.

▸ he was not expecting this type of music. and from you especially. sun doesn't really get to listen to any other music other than the stuff he hears playing around the pizzaplex

▸ this is his first time listening to this genre. and it's being introduced to him by the softest person he knows. once the song ends he's just kinda ":D" in silence. like he doesn't quite know how to react HWJJDDJSN

▸ he'll let you blast your music when you visit, mainly because he likes seeing you nod your head to the music (or headbang. or scream along. whatever floats ur boat babes!!!!) sun doesn't not appreciate explicit lyrics though, so if a song happens to Not Be Clean he will switch it

▸ he's secretly a little scared of you now. unsuspecting at first, he now definitely thinks that you're tough as hell!!! and very cool!!!!! but he also sometimes wonders if you're just secretly very good at keeping a fiery temper in check.

▸ gonna be real he really can't make out the lyrics. but if you enjoy it, he's not gonna stop you!!! sun tried to scream along once. nearly shattered your eardrums. he was NOT programmed for singing. and definitely not screaming.

▸ well. maybe heavy metal and scream-y emo music isn't for him- or at least his voice box anyways.

▸ bonus thingy: moon thinks your music is. interesting. he will definitely make you to turn it down. when he's finally satisfied with the volume it's barely even a whisper.

[periwnklblu]

i loved p2 to make it right 🥺 i think its so healthy for them to grow apart so they can be stronger together ugh its so great to see 😤 i was hoping to request for my sweet boy sakusa, maybe a drabble of him planning a date super hard but it ends up being a disaster, like everything that could go wrong went wrong but the reader still has a good time anyway hehe idk im in a soft mood rn but if u dont want to no stress!! have a great day/night:)))

ahh tysm i literally did a little happy dance when I first saw this 🥺this request was so cute, I'm sorry I took so long in writing it. i hope you like it and ty again

sakusa x gn! reader

warnings: none just soft fluff, a few curse words and a Sakusa who is trying his best. maybe slight ooc sakusa?

everything italicized is a flashback, normal font is present.

feedback is much appreciated <3

Komori felt odd when he first woke up this morning. There was just an air to this Monday morning that made him feel like something was off, almost as if he were forgetting something. He spent the entire morning walk to school racking his brain, trying to remember what was so special about today. It wasn’t until he waltzed into his homeroom and found his cousin uncharacteristically laying his head against the desk in defeat that a light bulb went off in his head; Kiyoomi had his first date with y/n last night.

Judging by his body language, along with the “go away” Komori receives from his cousin in response to his cheery good morning, the libero was willing to bet that the date did not go according to plan.

“I take it the date didn’t go too well?” Komori treads delicately as he settles into the desk next to the brooding Sakusa.

“No, not exactly”

“Even after all your extensive planning? I mean, you literally had a plan a, b, and c for incase something went wrong. It was color coded and everything! Nothing that is planned with color coded highlighters and bullet points can possibly go wrong” Motoya explains in a matter-of-fact way.

“Well, it didn’t go to plan. Literally any of the plans” the ace finally lifts his head up, revealing a red spot on his forehead from where he was placing pressure. Komori laughs at his cousin's angry expression until the ace sends him a look that sends shivers up his spine. Even though his face was mostly covered by a mask, Kiyoomi’s glares still made Komori just slightly scared for his life.

“So tell me,” Komori gets comfortable in his seat, getting comfortable as if preparing for a great story time. “what went wrong?”

“Everything” Sakusa deadpans.

“It couldn’t have been that bad?”

“It wasn’t bad per se,” Sakusa pauses to sigh before continuing. “The date was fine, I guess. They didn’t seem upset or anything. But all my plans went to hell”

“Well, what happened?” Motoya impatiently asks, eager to know what has gotten the usually stoic Sakusa all emo.

“It all started when I got onto the train to meet up with them, and the train station was ridiculously full. Not only was it overcrowded, but some kid accidentally spilled his soda all over me. And of course, this happened right as I was getting off the train”

Sakusa pauses his rant before turning himself more towards his relative. This is how Komori knew the real story was just getting started.

“Just as I was about to text y/n that I was going to be late so I could change, they happened to spot me somehow in that train station. And of course, they’re a perfect being so they don’t mind that I look like I pissed myself. But I mind. So I tried getting them to just wait for me while I go home to change, but you know y/n. They’re stubborn as ever. So, we go back to my place together”

“Oh?” Komori wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “You and your crush go back to your empty house together. I see, I see.” he strokes his imaginary beard inquisitively.

“Don’t even start” the ace rolls his eyes. “The entire way there, I’m not only embarrassed because of the stain on my clothes, but I’m also freaked out that we’re squished so close together”.

“How close?” Komori nosely inquires.

“Very close”

“Like too close?”

“No, not too close. I-I mean yeah kinda, their butt was pressed up to my d- why am I telling you this?!” Sakusa’s blush creeps up his face behind the mask. But even without being able to physically see it, Komori knows his cousin is flustered.

“Because we’re family. But fine, get on with the story” Komori makes a hand motion to continue.

“Whatever, I’m glad my misery is entertaining to you”

“Very much so”

“So we finally got back to my place and of course this happens to be the rare time that both of my parents are home. They’re obviously surprised that I brought someone home, but the worst part is they weren’t even mad that I was trying to bring someone over with nobody else home. In fact, they got excited, too excited”

“In the two minutes it took me to change out of my clothes, they had y/n sandwiched between them on the couch as they brought out all these scrapbooks with a bunch of embarrassing pictures from when I was younger. I honestly didn’t even know they had those pictures!” Sakusa shudders as he recalls the horror he felt when he emerged from his room just to find you giggling along with his parents at a photo album that was foreign to him.

When he finally looked over your shoulder and saw the photo you were stuck on, he all but stopped breathing. There he was, four year old Kiyoomi with a red tear stained face and snot dripping from his nose as he tried his best to not tremble next to the giant creepy mouse animatronic. He never has been a fan of Chuck E. Cheese's.

“That’s rough dude” Komori laughs, earning another glare from the red tinted Sakusa. "I remember that birthday too. Those animals had you messed up"

“Whatever, Afterwards, we finally took the train back to the café I had planned from the beginning. It’s just my luck that as we’re walking there, it starts to rain really hard”

“You just can’t seem to catch a break huh”

“You have no idea” Sakusa sighs out.

“We start running to the café and in the process they grab onto my hand. Except I’m pretty sure my hands were sweaty from being around them. So I tried taking my hand away but then they looked so offended when I did that that I had to suck it up and hold their hand again. Sweat and all”

“Wait, wait, wait” Komori sits up from his previously lax position. “So not only is the great Sakusa Kiyoomi nervous about something, or rather someone, but the germaphobe also holds hands with someone before they have a chance to wash it? You really are whipped for them”

“Whatever, it was just in the heat of the moment” he says, his ear growing hot.

“When we finally get to the café, everything seems back on track. You remember plan a, bullet point three, green section? Where I was going to ask them whether they wanted to, y’know, come to our next game? Well just my fucking luck because as I was asking them, one of their old childhood friends sees them and decided they want to catch up. At that moment, at our table.

Sakusa had just returned back to the table where he had left Y/n alone as he went to pick up their drinks and pastries. Kiyoomi was finally feeling a sense of relief, partly due to being back on track but also because he was going to drink his latte and hopefully warm up from the still pelting rain. His head was already running through possible ways to ask y/n out to their game the following weekend. That is until his bubble burst when he saw some strange person sitting in his spot, talking y/n’s ear off as they just politely nod along. The stranger doesn't seem to catch onto the apologetic tone y/n uses when introducing the two guys to each other.

“y/n is too polite to say anything to this random stranger who probably doesn’t wash their hands thoroughly, so he sits with us for the rest of the date. And no, I'm not exaggerating” the frustrated ace rolls his eyes.

Some deity must have been looking out for Sakusa and graced him with patience he’s never had before. Sakusa managed to sit through the entire hour-long discussion between y/n and their old friend, who Saksua later found out that they were never very close to even in their childhood. This only silently enraged him more.

Once the rain cleared up and the date crasher left, Sakusa checked his phone to see how much longer they had together, only to realize that it was time for Y/n to head back home. He does his best to not sound disappointed when he vocalizes this observation, but he was not the thespian he believed to be. Y/n caught on to his mood change and slid their fingers through slightly sweaty ones. They follow up by asking him if he could walk them back home, to which he agrees but with a slight pout on his lips. Not that he didn't want to walk you home, but more so that he spent the majority of the date dealing with his mistakes and not really getting to be with you alone. Nevertheless, Sakusa lightly squeezes their interlaced hand before beginning the trek back to their house. The two finally manage to enjoy each other's company as they breath in the post-rain air and overlook the sun that was setting over the horizon. The sky is painted in beautiful shades of orange and purple that will forever remind Sakusa of you; too perfect to ever be replicated in all its vibrant shades and hues. Unbeknownst to each other, y/n was enjoying every moment with him. They take the long way home while Sakusa purposely slowed down his usually fast walking pace, both trying to relish in every moment together.

“Did you two kiss

“N-no. I mean, it was barely our first date and even if I was thinking about i-it, their brother opens the door before I could even try to”. The ace rested his head on the palm of his hand and looks out the window in disappointment.

The moment was there, when they finally arrived at y/n’s front door. The neighborhood silent, the wind lightly breezing through as the moon illuminated the two lovers in a way a street lamp could never. Eyes twinkling for each other and each other only as their hands remained interlocked.

"I really had fun today Sakusa, thank you. This walk was really nice too, I don't think I'll ever be able to not think about you whenever I walk down this path again" they smile a smile to beautiful that Sakusa almost forgot to respond. For a minute there, he forgot he was speaking to another person, and not a painting from the romanticism era.

"well maybe I'll just have to be here whenever you take this path again. so you don't have to miss me" he softly says, zipping up their jacket as a cool breeze rushes by them.

"Maybe you're right. This will jut have to be our journey and our journey only" In that moment, gravity seemed to work in Sakusa’s favor as it drew in their faces close. Right as their eyes were fluttering shut and their lips were mere millimeters from another, the front door swung open with aggression as y/n's older brother loudly announced it was now the end of their date.

“So you mean to tell me that after all you went through in that single day, you still didn’t get a kiss from them? Not even on the cheek?!” Sakusa solemnly shakes his head while Komori groans loudly, receiving side glances from the other students that were beginning to file in for class.

“Damn. That really is a bad date. Maybe you should go back to laying your head down” Komori sympathetically suggests. If he went through a date as traumatizing as that, he doesn’t even think he’d be able to show up to school the next day. In his eyes, Sakusa Kiyoomi was a brave man.

“I think I will, wake me up if there’s anything important-”

“Uh good morning Kiyoomi-kun!!” as if he were being risen from the dead, the curly haired spiker eyes light up as he raises his head and turns to the source of the angelic voice; you.

“G-good morning, y/n-san”

“Hi y/n!” Komori interjects.

“Hey Komori. Uh Omi-kun, can I have a moment real quick with you?”

“Sure” he says, his chair making a scraping noise as he stands up and follows his crush out to the nearly empty hallway.

“I’m gonna make this quick since class is about to start but-” and with no other words, y/n pulls down sakusa’s mask and presses their lips onto his. If it weren’t for the fact that he was caught off guard, he would’ve deepened the kiss by holding their face with both his hands. Or maybe by resting one at the nape of their neck. Perhaps a a hand on their waist? Anything for this moment to last longer.

“I had a lot of fun yesterday” they say, slightly out of breath after parting from Sakusa’s lips. “I know it didn’t go all to plan, and I’m sorry about the rain. And my old friend. And then my brother. But I really did have a lot of fun!”

“You don’t have to lie to me y/n. It was a bad first date”

“What? No, no, no, I had a lot of fun! Why would you say that? ” they ask with slight hurt in their voice

“Because I was late, and then we had to go back and fourth and god, my parents! Those pictures were so embarrassing, please do me a favor and forget all about them. Plus the rain and then we ran out of time and just, I'm sorry” he lets out.

y/n says nothing as they grab both his hands and hold them together in their grasp. They rub gentle circles over his knuckles before starting up again

“Well, I don’t typically meet the parents on the first date but it was still cute so I will never forget those pictures. And even though we were all over the place, I didn’t mind at all. Because I enjoy being with you, Kiyoomi. Even if it’s the most boring task on the earth, I don’t mind doing it as long as I’m with you”

Sakusa stands there at a loss for words while the two of you stare into each other’s eyes for what felt like forever, but in reality was just a few seconds. The bell can be heard chiming in the distance, signaling that class was about to start for the day but neither of you budge.

“Well, I gotta go. Don’t want to be late to class, but I’ll see you later?” y/n finally breaks the pause after seeing the doubt that was swirling in his eyes disappear.

“Y-yeah” Sakusa agrees as Y/n dreadfully lets go of his much larger hands. Just as they turn around and make their way to their homeroom, Sakusa feels the same rush of adrenaline he does whenever he spikes a winning ball.

“y/n!” he calls out and right as you turn around, he is now the one to capture your lips in a surprise kiss. It lasts maybe a moment or two but in those seconds, Sakusa memorizes the feeling of your lips and has it ingrained into his brain. If he could, he would spend the rest of the day kissing you.

“This Friday, I have a game. Think you can make it?” he boldly asks, ignoring the second warning bell.

“O-of course. I’ll be there! And I promise this time without childhood friends or protective older brothers”

“Good '' Sakusa smiles just as Komori violently opens the door to rush Sakusa in before the teacher arrives. He reluctantly steps away from you as you offer him one last smile before the door gets slammed shut and the day begins.

[alycosworld]

HELLOOOOO<3 “💕” anon!!!o(≧v≦)o I’m really excited since my bday is coming up!!! [uk that alr LOL] anyways my request will be below as always!

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purple-people

blue-subject

pink-genre

green-type of fan fic

orange-extra notes!

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so i was wondering if u could do hc’s for a few characters? i actually dont know if u have a character limit so I’ll just request 3! if its too much u can actually remove some:) also if u want feel free to add on more characters if u like! so basically thoma,baal and childe [seperate] x NB!reader and its the readers bday!:D how would they celebrate for reader? also idk if u r comfy in doing female characters so if u would like u can just remove baal:) vv fluffy please<3

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tysm for this<3 hope u dont mind writing for girls! I’m non-binary actually but i was born in a girls body LOL- also if u wanna make it GN so everyone can read it go ahead! drink water and get rest! only do this if u want!

Thoma, Baal, Kaeya, Beidou and Childe on the Reader's Birthday!

A/N: yes!! ofc I write for women and I have no character limit, it'll just take more time the more characters you want. for anyone who's curious or wants to request, I have a list of things that I won't write and women are not on that list! Also, HAPPY BIRTHDAY 💕 (who is changing their emoji to 🧸 I believe just so everyone is aware) LOVE YOU SO MUCH TY FOR YOUR SUPPORT!!

I added on kaeya and beidou bc I love themmm and my siblings simp for them and I don't have much character diversity so far hehe. also I haven't done baal's story quest so I'm sorry if she's a little ooc.

Thoma:

my man is ready and raring to go on the days leading up to your birthday. He's planned something. It doesn't matter what he has to do, he's doing it.

he's already asked Ayaka if he could take a few days off to get things ready and she is so supportive she even helps him.

HE HAS CONTACTS

if you want something that's super rare and expensive and practically impossible to acquire, you best believe he's calling in all his favours and getting whatever the fuck you want.

he baked your cake with his own two hands and it is nothing short of perfection. he made you a card and he wrote you a beautiful heartfelt message and drew a lil picture of you (that's really just a stick figure but APPRECIATE THE EFFORT)

if you wanted to go out, he took you everywhere you wanted and treated you to a meal, making sure everyone you saw remembered to wish you a happy birthday.

if you felt like staying inside, he threw you your own little party for two and did whatever your wanted - sleeping, dancing, singing, art, cooking, literally anything.

he was at your beck and call all day. normally he serves the shirasagi himegimi, now he's serving you not like he doesn't already do everything you say

to summarise, he loves you with his whole heart and will do anything to make your day extra special 🥺🥺

Baal

"It's beloved's birthday soon? Oh...I suppose I should make a few preparations..."

Proceeds to invade your home while you're out and orders people around to make everything fucking perfect

It's incredible once you ignore the trespassing and you can't help but fall in love with her even more.

she's decorated your home with traditional birthday decorations and everything is just the way you'd like it - although it's very to the letter, almost like she was reading a manual while getting people to prepare things...

as soon as you ask her about it, she crumbles. she wasn't sure how to go about it exactly so she asked Yae but omitted your name to avoid getting teased, hence receiving very general birthday advice.

ITS STILL BEAUTIFUL THO SHE TOOK MOST OF YOUR LIKINGS INTO ACCOUNT JUST SAY YOU LOVE IT ALREADY

she wouldn't be too willing to leave or go outside because people will talk, but if you wish it, it shall be.

she bought you whatever you wanted plus a lil something extra as a token of her appreciation of your existence. maybe a decorative object that reminded her of you - she might be even customised it to add a personal touch

all in all, she loves you eternally and she's gonna make sure you know it every year on your special day

Childe

we all know that this menace is a money machine, right?

THIS MAN SPENT ALL HIS MORA ON YOU AND NOBODY SO MUCH AS QUESTIONED IT - HIS DEVOTION IS PROMINENT

you woke up and he presented you with your first gift. at breakfast, he cooked you a whole fucking feast. the rest of the morning, he took you out and let you pick whatever you want from multiple stores and gave you another gift. at lunch, he bought you another 50 fucking course meal

the evening, however, he spent a little more intimately.

you got to cut your three-tier cake and open the rest of your presents at home before he let you enjoy the day however you wanted, similarly to Thoma.

he did whatever you wanted - it was your birthday after all.

he made sure you knew that you were loved and appreciated and expressed how happy he is that you were born and that you're in his life.

oh, and to make up for lovingly hogging you all day, he threw you a party with all your loved ones the day after to make sure everyone got their chance to celebrate your day.

Kaeya Alberich

"Oh? Is it darling's birthday already? I'll have to take the day off to make things extra special..."

kaeya, every day is a day off for you stfu

Mr Alberich really sets aside the tension between him and his brother to ask if he can borrow Angel's Share for a lil party. Using his smooth tactics, he eventually gets Diluc to cave

(basically, Kaeya just ranted how much he loved you and wanted to make things special and Diluc fucking gave up hehe)

He got Jean, Lisa, Amber, Diluc, Venti, Fischl, Bennett, Diona, Klee, Albedo, Sucrose, Barbara, Eula, Mona, Noelle, Razor, Rosaria and all your friends and family to agree to come to Angel's Share and enjoy a night of fun and (Y/N) appreciation.

On your actual birthday, he spent the morning in bed with you, talking about how much he loved you and shamelessly flirting with you before making breakfast.

You spent the morning and most of the afternoon walking around town and enjoying yourselves, allowing the townsfolk to wish you a happy birthday.

and Kaeya convinced you into joining him at Angel's Share in the evening, only to be pleasantly surprised by the people singing happy birthday and the confetti that flew around the room.

this man is lovestruck - if you let him spoil you any longer, you'd probably collapse of over appreciation (and excessive flirty one-liners hehe)

Beidou

my girl beidou? she went all out for you, there's literally a 0.00 percent chance you don't enjoy what she had planned.

You spent your day with her walking around Liyue Harbour, doing everything you wanted.

You listened to storytellers, bought various items like fireworks and sparklers and ate good food, just enjoying each other's company until the evening arrived.

Beidou just dragged you away, making sure you closed your eyes the whole time until you reached your destination.

When you opened your eyes, you couldn't believe it - you were on the Cruz Fleet, surrounded by her crew and all your loved ones.

As soon as you stepped on, the ship leisurely sailed off into the night like some fairytale and you got to enjoy a moonlit sail, as cheesy as it sounds.

It was slow and you allowed yourself to savour the way the ships's lanterns reflects and glittered on the water a long with the moon.

You were surrounded by everyone you cared about and everyone who cared about you (but some of the crew drank a little too much in celebration of your birth hehe)

Beidou just wants you to know how much she and everyone else loves you and wants you to know that she is glad you exist <3