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vi with bratty reader but make it fluffy >>

Playful Brattiness

Vi knew you were trouble the moment you shot her that smug little smirk.

Arms crossed, chin tilted up, challenging her with nothing but the sheer force of your attitude. She loved it. Most of the time.

Right now? Not so much.

"Baby, quit being a little shit and get over here."

Vi sat on the couch, legs spread, arms resting on the backrest, looking every bit as exasperated as she was amused.

You, however, were standing on the other side of the room, arms behind your back, swaying innocently. Too innocently.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about," you sing-songed, batting your lashes. "I’m being an angel."

Vi raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Uh-huh. That why you stole my gauntlets and hid them somewhere?"

Your grin widened. "Could be."

She groaned, running a hand down her face before pointing at you.

"Y’know, for someone who loves getting picked up and carried around like a damn kitten, you sure do push your luck."

You gasped dramatically, clutching your chest.

"Me? Pushing my luck? I would never."

Vi rolled her eyes, but there was warmth behind them.

"Alright, smartass. You had your fun. Now, come here before I make you."

You hesitated. Not because you didn’t want to, but because teasing Vi was just too much fun.

"What if I say no?"

Vi tilted her head, a slow smirk creeping across her lips.

"Oh, you wanna play it like that?"

Your heartbeat picked up, knowing that look meant trouble—but the good kind. Before you could react, Vi was already on her feet, closing the distance in a few quick strides.

You let out a squeak, trying to dart away, but she was faster, easily scooping you up over her shoulder like you weighed nothing.

"Vi! Put me down!"

She laughed, giving your ass a playful squeeze. "You had your chance, brat."

Spinning on her heel, she marched toward the couch and flopped back down, pulling you into her lap and wrapping her arms securely around your waist.

You huffed, crossing your arms, but you couldn’t hide the way you instinctively curled into her warmth. "This is unfair."

"Yeah? So is hiding my gauntlets. Where’d you put it?"

You shrugged, cheek resting against her shoulder. "Maybe I’ll tell you if you give me a kiss."

Vi chuckled, shaking her head. "Unbelievable."

Still, she cupped your face gently, pressing a slow, lingering kiss against your lips. You melted instantly, and she knew she had you right where she wanted.

When she pulled away, her smirk was smug. "Now spill."

You groaned dramatically but grinned, finally relenting. "Fine. They're under the sink."

Vi snorted. "God, you’re lucky you’re cute."

You just nuzzled closer, content in her arms. "I know."

Vi sighed, pressing another kiss against your forehead, knowing full well that despite all the attitude, you were absolutely worth it.

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Plsss another part of the librarian x vi fic !!! It was so sweet !! Maybe how reader reacts when vi is released?!? anyways ur writing is so beautiful so even if u don’t do a second part thank u for just writing that first one, it was AMAZING

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨. (𝐕𝐈)

warnings: fem reader who works at stillwater's library, former prisoner vi, angst (and comfort of course), making out but mostly tame.

a/n: this may suck i'm going through a bit of writer's block. trying to write this to help push through it so i hope it's still good!!

part one link here

You didn't know what Vi was released for, only that she won't be coming back. Overcrowding is the usual suspect, of course. An influx of criminals since the Jinx riots means there are cells that need filled. Vi's behavior saw a steady improvement. You can't be surprised that she was released.

Still, you think about her. Many times have you sat behind your desk and wondered what she has been up to. You try not to miss her because you want to be happy that she is outside of the suffocating walls of Stillwater, but it's hard when your natural instinct is to look up with hopeful eyes anytime the library door opens. It's never Vi that walks through.

She didn't even get the chance to say goodbye. Only a matter of seconds, and she was back in Zaun. You're left in confliction, and the days pass without a word from her. Is it so selfish to want her to reach out? Or maybe it's you who should be seeking her out. You're not sure anymore. The whole situation feels like a pressing headache.

Each day you work in Stillwater feels unique. Many office jobs are predictable: you sit down on a chair with wheels and type away. You organize papers or make copies when your boss asks so of you. Everything is predictable and organized. The days are same, and you imagine that they blur into one big timespan of a career. You can't exactly say the same for Stillwater on any occasion.

Sometimes, there are times when you seriously wish you could put your two weeks notice in. The time a prisoner threw a hardcover book at you was one of those times. Other times, you are reminded of why you signed up for the job in the first place. You get that feeling of motivation to keep on.

Today has been the former.

You finally walk through the streets of Piltover post-shift, your body ready for sleep, but your mind elsewhere. You think about Vi in these mundane moments when there are no other thoughts to fill the void. The tall buildings surrounding you feel almost suffocating, and you find yourself subconsciously take a left turn, crossing the bridge that binds the two contrasting cities.

You've always thought about the differences between Zaun and Piltover. When you were younger and impressionable, you were constantly warned about the undercity as if it was the boogeyman or bloody mary. It was something out of sight, out of mind. You were never given any reason or initiative to experience the horrors of poverty.

Now, you see it surrounding you. You see children in the streets in town clothing, weary mothers and the occasional father trailing behind them. You hear the violence like a ringing in your ear. You hear catcalls, some of them even towards yourself. As you take in the undercity with wide eyes, you pick up your pace. The alleyways are often empty, but you wonder if anything could be lurking within them. It's too dark to see anything but what luminates the streets and buildings, not the hidden passages that seem to overwhelm you even more.

Suddenly, your body is yanked into one. You open your mouth to scream, but the sound is muffled as you feel a warm hand cover it. You can't see exactly who it is in the darkness, but the voice sends a familiar warmth throughout your body.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Vi asks you, obvious annoyance in her tone. Something like worry or another indescribable emotion is hidden underneath the attitude, though.

You pull her hand away from your mouth, gasping for breath. "You scared me, jesus!"

"That doesn't answer my question." She presses. "Do you have any idea how dangerous it is to be down here? Especially with a target on your back."

"I've been wondering about you, okay? You haven't reached out, and I didn't even get to say goodbye!" You wrap your arms around her body in a tight, desperate hug. The embrace you expected her to return was met with a stiffness, but she didn't pull away.

"I didn't think you'd want me to." Her voice isn't as soft and sweet as you remember it to be. It makes you pull back.

"What? What do you mean?" When your questions are met with silence, you cup Vi's face. "What is going on? Did I do something wrong?"

Vi scoffs at that, but the bitterness in the expression isn't towards you. "You didn't do anything wrong. It's me."

"Vi, what do you mean? You didn't do anything." You try to search her face for answers. Your eyes trace over the sharpness in her jaw that seems to be even more carved from before, and you notice the emptiness in her cheekbones. You used to be worried for her in prison, and now you can't help but wonder why she isn't eating as much as she can now that she is free to do so.

"You don't understand what I mean. You really think we could ever work? You're a Piltie chick, and I'm just another piece of undercity trash. I'm not going to be anything more than that. You shouldn't be here with me." Vi tells you, voice wavering through she tries to say it all firmly. It's clear that the feelings that were there back in the library, the ones that turned into countless stolen kisses and promises of care are failing to be repressed.

You don't let her, though. You pull her in closer. She doesn't protest, even as you hate the tense feeling that settles deep within her due to her own insecurities. All you want is to wash away the rigid Vi, and replace her with the softness that you know still exists. The real Vi.

"Look at me." You softly say. Vi meets your eyes for the first time in a while. "I don't care about some stupid social dynamic. I just want you. I don't fucking care if I have to bring you back up to Piltover with me. I don't care if I have to stay down here with you! I just want to be with you. Don't leave my side again. Please, Vi." The desperation is there, and you don't try to hold back. You feel tears form in your eyes.

You don't get a verbal answer. You don't get much of any answer at first, as Vi stares back at you with wide eyes that remind you of just a few weeks ago, when everything seemed much more simple. Within the walls of the prison, things might've been difficult, but the feelings came easy. You just had to remind her of what it was like to feel them with you.

But the answer is exactly what you've been needing. Vi presses you against the alleyway and kisses you with all of her pent-up longing. Her lips are chapped, but it doesn't matter. She is real, and you feel her warmth travel to your body. Her tongue parts your lips in an act of desperation. She needs to make sure this isn't a dream. She needs to feel your tongue against hers and to know that you aren't just another drunken hallucination. The kisses lasts forever, and you feel each other everywhere. Her hands cups your face before trailing down your body and landing on your hips. Yours find the back of her neck and your fingers part through her hair, tugging at it when she presses against you in the right ways.

Eventually, Vi pulls away for air. She doesn't leave you in that alleyway, though. You feel her breath on your lips and her hands holding you close. Her embrace is tight and reassuring: she isn't letting you go this time. She isn't pushing you away, not after she has spent so long yearning to feel you again.

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Okay! Here me out! Head canons for s/o that tries to hide from Luffy because of his affection. Not because that hate it, they love it a lot. But because they get overstimulated and embarrassed by his pda.

I just think it would be funny that the rest of the crew seeing reader hide while Luffy is on the hunt for them.

Content: gender-neutral reader, Straw Hat crew shenanigans, reader is overwhelmed, hiding from Luffy, Set on the Sunny

Word Count: 750+

A/N: tell me why this would be me in this scenario 😭? Snuggly, love bug luffy would be too great but there differently would be times when you might need a break! It's a normal thing! Also hiding while he's searching for you and the crew being the only ones to know where you are is lowkey too funny to me. I hope you enjoy!!

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You love Luffy

You love his affections too

But sometimes you need a break

Just small ones 

Moments when you didn’t have a human spider monkey clinging to you like a second-skin

And instead of just asking him for those breaks, you found the best solution with minimal feelings hurting would be to just hide

Hide the storage closets

In the library 

Under tables

Behind barrels of cola and beer

Anywhere you could think of that Luffy might never go or have to search just a little bit harder to find you at

This came with, of course, the other members of your crew finding you despite the…genius…of your hiding places

Sanji had been the first to ever find you when you had first started hiding

You had just given Luffy to Zoro

Had just set your mind on having a nice glass of wine when he had started calling for you

You hardly thought as you pushed your way into the kitchen and crawled under the table, making sure to drag chairs around to help block you from immediate view

…the kitchen was not the best hiding place of course, it being one of Luffy's number one places on the whole ship

Though, it was Sanji who peeked his head under to find you, not Luffy

“Whatever would possess you to scurry under there?” He’d ask with a smile 

You’d told him, to which he had given a simple nod before disappearing from view

He came back with that glass of wine you had been craving and a bowl of your favorite snack

“Stay as long as you need, love. I’ll give Luffy a nibble of lunch if he comes in.” 

Dear god never let Zoro find you

He’d out you in less than a second because he wouldn’t care to lower his voice while speaking with you

Or he wouldn’t hear your whispering words and “huh?” at you in question in, again, a none lowered voice

The best person to find you would be Robin

Typically she would find you in the library, crouched low by a bookshelf as to not be spotted through one of the windows

She would try to talk you through whatever you were experiencing and give you helpful tips

Then she would sit down next to you on the floor, pull a blanket over you and herself with a bloomed hand, and read silently

Nami would find you one too many times hiding under the vanity in the girl's room

 A “What on earth are you doing?” on her lips

As well as a “hiding again?” with a laugh at what she believed to be a poor hiding place

A hiding place you don’t think was so bad

And it would develop into a long debate on where exactly the best hiding place on the Sunny would be

Somehow you would lose a handful of berri and be left even more overwhelmed than you had started out 

Hiding behind a barrel of cola had been a good idea at first

But you would quickly find yourself in the employ of Franky who would make you carry said barrel wherever he needed it

And then make you hold a flashlight as he worked for at least an hour

Usopp might have been a runner-up to best person to find you 

If he wasn’t freaking himself out with whatever fictional monster he’s creating in his mind that you might be hiding from 

Almost always ends in him joining you in the one-person-sized hiding spot you’d chosen

Chopper would find you hiding under the examination table in the medical ward 

And scream so loud at your sudden appearance it would draw everyone's attention 

No matter how many times you hide under there, he’s never getting used to it

Brook finds you hiding amongst Nami’s tangerine trees and thinks all your nerves need is a smoothing tune

And there is no stopping him from singing for you 

And singing and singing till one crew mate or all of them are joining along

When Luffy finds you though, he thinks you are playing hide-and-seek

But he’s quick to see something isn’t 100% with you

And you end up telling him how you’re feeling--and being quick to remind him it has nothing to do with your love for him or his affections

And Luffy, the precious man he is, understands 

He gives you a bright, cheeky grin before bounding off 

To promptly latch himself to the nearest crew member he can find

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Okay so just because I said "you must be compensating for something" because of the car you drive, doesn't mean you need to whip it out in a Walmart parking lot...I was talking about your personality 🚬

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dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like everyone runs the second they see sukuna—because what would you do if a 6’4” pink-haired, red-eyed menace started powerwalking toward you like a GTA NPC with maxed-out aggression settings? you tried to flirt? bold of you to assume you’ll live to tell the tale. that’s not even a fight, that’s a one-sided curb stomp at 1000 km/h.

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like gojo picked the outfit, hyped you up in the mirror, and dramatically twirled you around like he was styling a runway model. people whispering, “your boyfriend must be so proud of you dressing like this” have no idea. he’s not just proud. he’s smug. he’s grinning like the cheshire cat. he’s reminding everyone that this outfit? it was purchased with his black card. he might as well get a tattoo on his forehead that says “i love my partner.”

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? more like nanami doesn’t even take you to places where people might get ideas. he’s preemptively removing himself from all potential nonsense. but in the rare event that some old-money finance bro decides he’s all that, nanami doesn’t waste words. no yelling, no drama—just a discreet nod to the staff, and suddenly, mr. stocks-and-bonds is being escorted out so efficiently you’d think nanami owns the whole damn place. (he does not. but he does know the owner. personally. and that’s enough.)

dress slutty, your boyfriend can fight? yeah. toji is currently fighting them. no hesitation. someone made eye contact for 0.2 seconds with you across the bar? boom, it’s a street fight. you barely brushed against someone in the crowd? suddenly, they’ve got a black eye. no one even knows what started it—just that toji is laughing, you’re holding his drink, and there’s a very real possibility someone’s going home in an ambulance. your boyfriend can fight? yeah. but at this point, he should probably be arrested.

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(Not a request! )

I read different theories of isekai in the one piece world ; like someone said devil fruit would reject reader cause their not part of this world and another person said Haki wouldn’t affect them either ; cause their not post to be hear.

Love to hear your thoughts or ideas on how would you think isekai in the OP would go ?

I would generally call a darling in any world that works with different rules, nature and powers something of an anomaly. In some of my more recent Jjk posts for example I have mentioned that curses can't or at the very least have a very difficult time sensing darling at all.

With Haki I would most likely agree, at the very least with Supreme King Haki and Observation Haki. Supreme King Haki won't knock darling out and with Observation Haki I actually consider it interesting that no one who can use it can actually sense them nor their intentions or emotions in a similar way of how I believe that Gojo from Jjk wouldn't be able to perceive an isekaid darling with his Six Eyes.

Armament Haki and Devil Fruits are tricky for me though because those are things that are actually tangible and exist within a physical realm. Devil Fruits could reject darling if they were to eat one, have a similar effect as poison as the powers that normally come with eating one wouldn't work on them. Or it could have other side effects where darling still inherits the abilities but can't quite use them due to not being from the One Piece world.

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Boyfriend Gojo Imagines (18+!!)

minors please DO. NOT. INTERACT. This is part 1/2 of Gojo imagines, the next post will have the less lovey dovey side of Gojo. Safe for all genders.

Shows his love physically. His hands are always reaching for yours, or his arm is winding its way around your waist. He loves to hug from behind and kiss you on the forehead whenever he deems necessary. 

He is very serious about spending his downtime with you. He can't be sure how much of it he has left in his lifetime, so whatever time he has, it will be spent with you. 

He loves when you wear his clothes, especially seeing how long his arms are compared to yours. As much as he knows you don't want to hear it, you are his baby. He likes seeing the evidence of it. 

In this same way, he will compare his hands to yours in small ways all the time. His long fingers can wrap completely around the tips of yours, reaching the knuckle of your fingers. 

He is genuinely a tidy person, not exactly clean though, due to his snaking.  His worst habit is the way he will wipe his hands on his clothes. He thinks you can't notice the chip dust he’s swiped across the sides of his thighs. Yet, you don't point it out too much, his room always smells good and his clothes are folded and put away. 

He is a thinner, muscular build. His thighs, though, can take the weight of the world. So can his neck. 

He is submissive in the bedroom. He gets off on giving you whatever you want. Oral, Doggy, prone bone, or creampie. Any and all of it, can be yours. At your word. 

He is a whiner, in the bedroom and out of it. No one in the world can throw out a pouty lip like Satoru can. 

But with the lights down, seeing him throw open his mouth, puff out his lips, and moan your name…

His favorite position is missionary. The cherry on top is a creampie, if you will allow it. 

His kink is biting. He will be leaving hickies and bruises head to toe, but subtly. Little reminders, meant just for you <3 Your inner thighs will feel the brunt of this weight. As you walk throughout the day, you can't help but remember the night before, hands gripping in snowy white hair, begging for release. 

His hand holds yours clasped together above your head as he bucks into you, half mindlessly, half lovingly. 

His ultimate goals, always have and always will be; your satisfaction and safety. 

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Kougaiji: It’s a white flag and you may as well start waving it now, human! 

Y/n:The only thing I’ll be waving is your decapiated head on a stick in front of your weeping friends and family!

Sanzo:

Goku:

Gojyo:

Hakkai:

Lirin/Yaone/Dokugakuji:

Kougaiji: Good lord.

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Hakkai: How much sleep did you get?

Y/n: Eight.

Hakkai: Hours?

Y/n: Minutes. God! Gojyo, would you shut the fuck up?

Gojyo, smoking a cigarette: What the fuck? I didn’t even say anything!

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˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ on his wrist,

summary. dean loves your simple, worn-out, black hair tie. it's awfully handy for your extracurricular activities.

pairing. dean winchester + reader

wordcout. 589.

notes. 18+, implied intimacy. mdni .ᐟ

Dean Winchester always has your hair tie on his wrist. It's one of those little back ones—plain, stretchy, and just slightly frayed from being used too many times. It doesn't look like much, but it's there, circling his wrist snugly like it just belongs.

The first time you noticed it, you thought maybe he just forgot to take it off. After all, you'd tossed it onto the nightstand, and Dean being Dean, probably scooped it up without even thinking. But now, it's always there. Always.

Even when he's stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets or wiping grease off them after working on the Impala, the hair tie stays on.

It's kind of adorable, really. Not that anyone would dare call Dean Winchester adorable. Not out loud, anyway.

"You gonna keep that on forever?" Sam asks one morning, arching a brow at his brother over a cup of coffee.

Dean doesn't even bother look up. "Yep,"

Sam smirks and mutters something under his breath about how Dean is "whipped", but the oldest Winchester just shrugs it off, casually twirling the band around his wrist like it's no big deal. But it is a big deal. To you, at least.

Because, sure, it's just a hair tie, but everyone knows Dean's not the type to hold onto things unless they matter. He doesn't do sentimental—at least, not in the traditional sense. But this? This is his version of it.

And, of course, there's another reason he wears it.

It's late. you're in his lap, straddling him like it’s second nature. His hands are everywhere—your waist, your back, slipping under your shirt to trace the soft skin beneath.

Your fingers tangle in his hair as your mouths crash together, hot and desperate. He kisses like he fights, all passion and raw intensity, like he needs you more than his next breath. You shift in his lap, feeling him groan against your lips, and it’s almost too much, "You're gonna kill me," he mutters against your lips.

He pulls you back in for another kiss—messy and full of heat, the kind that steals your breath and sends your heart racing. You feel the scratch of his stubble against your skin, the way his lips curve into a smile even as they're locked on yours.

Then, suddenly, you're slipping down onto your knees between his legs. Dean's jaw clenches, his eyes following your every move, and you feel his hands before you even look up. "C'mere," One of them cups your cheek, rough and warm, while the other brushes through your hair, gathering it up with slow, practiced ease.

"Hold still for me, sweetheart," You glance up at him, your breath catching in your chest. He's looking down at you, and it's almost too much—the tenderness in his expression, the hunger in his eyes. His fingers find the tie on his wrist, slipping it off in one smooth motion.

He works quickly, threading the elastic through your hair and securing it with an almost reverent touch. It's ridiculous, how careful he's being, as if tying your hair back is the most important thing he's done all day. His hands linger, rough and warm, the slightest tug making your breath hitch.

"There," he says, his thumb brushing along your jaw. Dean leans back again, his eyes dark and heavy-lidded as he takes you in. He's quiet for a beat, just watching you, and when he finally speaks, his voice is soft but filled with something raw. "You're just so damn pretty like this, baby."

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Charlie: I love you guys, you're the best thing that's happened to me.

Husk: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Charlie: Yes!

Angel: I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you.

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WEARING LAW’S HAT MEANS...

– sfw

– summary: you’ve earned the privilege to wear the Surgeon of Death’s hat, and these are the reasons why (:

He trusts you, definitely more than he expected. That damn thing has been his one and only constant companion in his life (it has gone through many evolutions) other than his crewmates.

“Make sure it doesn’t fly away.” “You can throw me overboard if that happens.”

He likes seeing it on you; it’s a small reminder to him that despite all of the madness going on, you and a select few are worth living and fighting for.

He doesn’t want you to catch a cold.

“Heat exits out of your head. Wear this to stay warm.” “I think I’ll be fine, Captain.” “Do you want to get sick?”

He lets you play captain of the Heart Pirates here and there - to an extent.

“Are you saying that if I want a pet they can get one for me?” “No, we don’t need one.” “But I’m the Captain!” “Not anymore.”

He is secretly marking you with his scent.

“Ew, what in all the blues did you put on?” “Shut up, Shachi, I smell like a strong, powerful devil fruit user. What do you smell like?”

It’s a way for him to show he cares about you without saying it in words.

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"Finally in your arms." Satoru Gojo x reader (m/f/nb/everyone)

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

The sun was setting as Gojo waved off his students with an exaggerated stretch and a dramatic yawn. “You’re free for the day! Go cause some trouble—or not. Just don’t text me.” Itadori looked particularly betrayed, standing there with his movie ticket clutched in hand. “But I thought we were—”

“Change of plans, kid!” Gojo interrupted cheerfully, herding them all out the door. “Gotta prioritize the important things in life.” He shut the door before they could argue, grinning smugly. He’d made sure of his priorities today. You were finally back, and he wasn’t about to share a single moment of your time.

He waited for your arrival impatiently while checking his watch every five minutes. When he heard the buzzing sound of the door bell, he immediately open the door, seeing your figure after a long time

"You're here~"

When you arrived, suitcase still in hand, he barely let you finish saying hello before he insisted you crash at his place for the night.

he led you to the couch and had you sit down next to him. His expression become more serious but still holding a hint of excitement. There was a small smile on his face as he look at you. "You should have visited more often. I was getting bored, you know?"

"visits instead of sleeping over, right Satoru?" you tease, moving to stand up belfre he pushes you back down to sit “You’ll be more comfortable here! Besides, I missed you,” he said with a pout. Not long after showering (with a lot of effort to get the leech off you), you found yourself lounging on his couch, wrapped in the softest blanket he owned, with his head nestled against your stomach.

After a while of watching the second movie out of five you turn to him. “Y’know,” you teased, running your fingers through his snowy hair, “I think you orchestrated this whole thing just to be pampered.”

“Who, me?” he mumbled, the smugness in his voice undermined by the way his eyes fluttered shut as your nails lightly scratched his scalp. His long limbs sprawled out lazily, but his grip on your waist was firm, as if you might vanish again.

“Sure, sure,” you said with a laugh, watching his lashes flutter again. The warmth of the blanket, the quiet hum of the TV, and the soothing scent of your shampoo all conspired against him. Despite his best efforts, his breaths evened out, his body melting further into yours.

Smiling down at him, you whispered, “Guess I win this round, huh?” But he didn’t answer. Gojo was already fast asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful in a way that made your heart ache. You tightened the blanket around you both, feeling the soft rise and fall of his chest as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Gojo was already fast asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful in a way that made your heart ache. He looked so different like this—soft, unguarded, and free of the usual playful arrogance that he wore like armor. You tightened the blanket around you both, feeling the soft rise and fall of his chest against your stomach as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead.

Your gaze lingered on his features, tracing the slope of his nose, the curve of his lips, and the faint shadows under his eyes. He looked so utterly at peace, as though every burden he carried had melted away in your arms. You felt a pang of guilt settle in your chest, heavy and undeniable. You’d been away too long—too far from him, leaving him to fend for himself in a world that never stopped asking for more from him.

You reached up, brushing a thumb gently across his cheek. His skin was warm under your touch, and he shifted slightly, his breath hitching for a moment before settling back into steady rhythm. “I’m sorry,” you murmured softly, your voice barely audible over the hum of the TV. It wasn’t just an apology for being away; it was a promise to do better, to be here for him the way he always seemed to be for everyone else.

As you watched him sleep, a strange clarity washed over you. You’d always heard people talk about weakness—how it wasn’t just about your own shortcomings, but about the things, or the people, that could bring you to your knees. You’d never understood that before, not really. But now, as you looked down at him, you knew.

Gojo wasn’t a weakness in the way the world defined it, but he was your weakness. The one person who could make you question everything, who could make you feel vulnerable in a way nothing else could. And as terrifying as that realization was, it was also strangely comforting.

You ran your fingers through his hair one more time, letting your touch linger as a silent promise to give him more of what he deserved—more time, more care, more of you. For now, though, you held him close, the weight of his trust settling over you like a second blanket. Whatever tomorrow brought, you’d face it together.

𖤐 ִֶָ 𓂃 🧷

Got this prompt from a prompt list on Tumblr (HAD to write this one out, especially after I took the most godly shower and skincare routine was done. Sniff me. No fr sniff me right now.)

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[dread-pirate-momo]

clingy bf!sukuna...who swears that he is anything but clingy until he meets you.

clingy to the point where he follows you to the bathroom, keeping you company whilst you take a bath or a shower.

'Sukuna get out.'

'No I gotta piss.'

'You said that fifteen minutes ago and you're still here.'

'Gotta make sure you don't drown or something, you would do some stupid shit like that.'

'Gee thanks.'

also bf!sukuna being clingy to the point where he hangs around the kitchen whilst you cook or clean, following you around just to piss you off.

sukuna being clingy to the point where if you even move an inch off the couch whilst watching a movie, he immediately pauses the screen and asks you where you're going

'to get the popcorn obviously'

'oh.'

but the most clingy version of sukuna is when you wake up early in the morning and attempt to get ready for work.

keyword: attempt

it's like fighting a whole big cat similar to ones that you see in the zoo, sukuna's warm body trapping you in place underneath the sheets.

'i'm not doing this again with you sukuna...'

'mhmmmm.'

'i'm serious' you pinch his tattooed skin yet there's no reaction.

'm' serious too babe.' he groans. His eyes are closed with his pink locks messily arranged. His two hands wrap around your waist with nothing but security. 'you're not leaving.'

'I have a job, a commitment.'

'Is our marriage not a commitment?'

'we're not married 'kuna.'

There's a pause and for a second you think that Sukuna has fallen back to sleep.

'yet.'

'what did you just say?!'