#sukuna probably donates to him

[to00fu]

twitch streamer toji

[pinknipszz]

modern headcanons | he subscribes to your onlyfans!?

⋆✮↪ ryomen sukuna, fushiguro toji, and zenin naoya

‘ - imagine: you start an onlyfans account as a joke, only wanting to satiate the curiosity in your mind and share a good laugh with your friends. however, with an eviction notice and student debt weighing like stones in your pocket, you plunge yourself into the world of adult entertainment. it takes a lot of effort to make good progress but eventually you do. now with several months under your belt, a sizable salary, and adoring fans, you think that the risk is worth it.

warnings: suggestive language, its not that serious but mdni pls

*⁀➷ HOW HE FINDS YOU…

SUKUNA sees your profile in the suggestions list. being a patron to a few creators already, he’s not new to the platform. the algorithm knows what he likes, follows, and watches, so he’s unsurprised to see that your content caters to his liking. he doesn’t really plan to subscribe to anyone new, but things have been pretty dry recently, especially with the creators he already follows. sukuna thinks you’d be the same, but he can’t bring himself to close the website. his intuition tells him to drop a few bucks to view your page properly.

TOJI randomly picks your profile after searching up “top ten cheapest subscriptions.” like most men going through financial and family problems in their late 30s, toji turns to adult entertainment for a quick distraction. it works for a while, but he’s absolutely devastated after realizing that the good stuff is blocked by massive paywalls. he can only earn so much from gambling. toji eventually decides to do some research for a cheap (but quality!) creator and ends up finding you: a very pretty girl with very pretty videos for a very pretty price.

NAOYA learns about you from a friend at work. at first, he’s unimpressed. naoya is not really the type to use paid-access platforms. why the fuck should he pay for some pussy? it literally takes less than half the effort to find a free website. at the end of the day, however, naoya submits to his curiosity and buys your one-month subscription. he wants to see if you’re as good as people say you are. he doesn’t want some coworker to give you that credit. he wants to decide for himself because his word is law. 

*⁀➷ HOW OFTEN HE COMMENTS…

SUKUNA doesn’t comment often. since paying for your monthly subscription a few weeks ago, sukuna watches every single one of your videos, special extras, and livestreams. he doesn’t know if it’s your sweet voice, pretty lace, or delicious body, but something about you has this man absolutely hooked. he rarely leaves a comment under anything though. it might be a problem with his pride, but sukuna doesn’t want to look like a desperate dog, even though onlyfans isn’t really a public platform.

TOJI comments occasionally. his comments are a healthy mix of praises and whatnot. considering that creators set their own subscription fees, and you’re kind enough to sell your content at a generous price, toji doesn’t hesitate to send a few words here and there. it’s the least he can do. now that he’s subscribed to you, toji almost feels bad about paying so little. he thinks you should be charging way more, but you won’t catch him complaining! besides, toji makes it up to you with salacious little comments.

NAOYA comments a lot. this man takes advantage of his anonymity. he probably has some stupid username, like “panty sniffer” just to fuck with people. or have a good laugh. maybe both. anyways, naoya is obsessed with your content. he turns your notifications on so he can be one of the first people to join your livestreams. naoya spams your chat too. it gets annoying for other people trying to enjoy themselves, you included, but this man does not care. he leaves the dirtiest, most obscene comments for you to read later.

*⁀➷ HOW MUCH HE DONATES…

SUKUNA donates a lot. he works a well-paying job so he doesn’t really care about sending you big donations. sukuna especially enjoys donating when you’re live. it leaves him with sick satisfaction when you grow flustered and moan out his name (he’s a bit uncreative with his user compared to naoya) in front of thousands of viewers. it feeds his superiority complex honestly, and makes him think that he’s a tier above your other fans. he may be stingy with compliments, but sukuna certainly won’t hesitate to spoil you.

TOJI donates every once in a while, but most of the time he doesn’t. he comments more than he donates. remember, one of the biggest reasons why toji watches you is because your subscription fees are outrageously affordable. when he does feel like donating though, it’s usually a portion he earns from winning a gamble that day. maybe if you’re lucky, toji might split his salary with you, but that’s incredibly rare. he still needs food and water to survive. 

NAOYA never donates. that’s one line he doesn’t want to cross (but most likely will in the future). it’s easy to leave comments under your content because they’re just words. they only hold meaning if you want them to. but when it comes to real-world money, it’ll cement the fact that naoya stays up almost every night fisting his cock over some girl that doesn’t know he exists. it leaves a heavy blow on his pride that you hold that kind power over him, so choosing not to donate gives him a false sense of security.

(masterlist) | (a/n: this prompt was funnier in my head but whatever. also i played around w my headcanons format bc i got sick of the other one)

[aiizenn]

strawberry lollipop. gojo satoru.

ₓ˚. ୭ cw: none? fem!reader, college au, some bits of jock gojo.

will probably make this into a series, idk yet?

tsk “i knew it, you’re all talk and no action satoru.”

gojo smirks “alright, just say who.”

“her”

gojo turns towards the direction sukuna was looking. there you were, looking so bright — full of joy. you were handing out flyers to students on campus. he’d never seen someone show so much enthusiasm on something before.

“piece of cake” he says as he removes the lollipop from his mouth. “you do know i like challenges, right? you’re making this too easy. i’ll have her wrapped around my finger before you know it.”

“we’ll see about that. you have a few weeks, win her over only to break her heart in the end, until then you can live up to your reputation.”

suguru just sits next to his best friend shaking his head at the situation. “this is ridiculous, just leave her alone.”

“oh come on suguru, it’s only a bet. what’s the worst thing that can happen? fall in love with her? as if! just watch and learn.” gojo makes his way towards you, getting ready to win your heart and the bet.

“please take the flyer and consider signing up for the make it green event our campus is hosting. you can donate supplies to plant trees or participate by planting them with many others. you’ll be making a huge difference.” every word left your lips filled with excitement. by far you have done so well in handing out multiple flyers and getting participants for the event, nothing could ruin your mood.

“may i have one?”

“of course” you turn around and for a split second your smile drops. you take back what you were thinking just seconds ago, something... no, someone can ruin your mood. the white haired, 6 ft tall guy with a bright smile standing right in front of you. anything he does is trouble, and you know it. what is he up to now? your thoughts are interrupted by him clearing his throat, snapping back to reality you hand him a flyer.

“where can i sign up?” he looks up after reading the paper.

sign up? did you hear that right? gojo satoru actually wants to help? or is he looking for something to make himself look good? whatever his motive is doesn’t matter, the more the better.

“here, you can write your name under the options provided. you can choose one or all, it is up to you.”

“hmm, i’ll do all”

you were skeptical, but you let it go. “okay then, take this wristband and wear it on the day of the event. many will have different colors, each one indicates a different task. yours means that you’ll be helping out with almost everything.” as you glanced over to him you saw his face with an expression of disbelief for a brief second. “you can wear anything comfortable and of your liking, both food and drinks will be provided. this card has all the information, just in case if you have any questions.”

“cool…what will you be doing?” okay, now you’re starting to build up your walls even higher, what’s with him? why is he interested? you decide to tell him, maybe then he’ll leave.

“same as you” you said as you turned around to hand out more flyers. you swear you heard him mutter jackpot, it could just be the excruciating heat that’s affected you after many hours outside walking and talking. ‘just one more hour’ you thought, you were determined to see this through, you had your reasons to do this under the hot sun. just a little more to go.

“looks like you haven’t had lunch yet” says the annoyingly—good looking, tall, now next to you guy. not that he has to know. you turn to give him a smile that clearly and kindly says to leave. of course you haven’t had lunch, doing this on your own was nice but exhausting as well. leaving you with little to no time for yourself, again, just one more hour.

“here”, you turn to see him with his arm extended towards you with a lollipop on his hand—strawberry flavored. you look up to him with confusion. a soft yet playful smile plastered on his face.

“it’s an extra one i had” he says as he shrugs. now you are dumbfounded, everything he’s done within the last few minutes has made your brain go crazy. gojo satoru has not only shown “interest” in something that isn’t games, partying, or anything that walks with something in between their legs, but he was also…caring?

“you need some sugar, love. hours without eating can cause you to faint.” he says ever so sweetly as he takes your unoccupied hand and places the very delicious looking lollipop on it. looking down to your hand and up to him again, he has a toothy smile, a rare sight. he places one of his hands in his pocket while the other gets a sticker from the table. he walks away and turns around while walking backwards.

“see you in a few days” he semi-shouts given the distance. gives you a wink and walks away. you look down, getting the lollipop closer, you notice tiny letters in the bottom left corner of the wrapper. G.S, you scoff as you look up in disbelief. this isn’t going to be easy.

[11queensupreme11]

How'd the boys react to Mizuhime jokingly confessing her love for Maki, Nobara, or Inumaki?

Also, I imagine Nobara being a very parasitic kinda friend. (I can see Maki being that way too but not as bad as Nobara.) What I mean is like it'll be a random Tuesday night, and Nobara would barge into Mizuhime's room and be like... 'Hime-sempai, i don't have anything to wear. Like anything. Can we go shopping? I need clothes.' And Mizuhime is just like ○-• 'Er oke.' But Megumi, who heard the commotion, follows the girls. To tell Nobara off but never gets to. Instead, he gets saddled with the bags.

It's strange, but I also imagine Mizuhime isn't really big into philanthropy. It's strange, but I get the feeling that if she saw a homeless man on the street, she'd not give him money. But I feel this is a learned thing. Like, I don't feel like any of the Uchiumi's would help.

The yanderes who would actually take that confession seriously are Sukuna, Choso, and Kashimo. But for Choso, the jealousy wouldn't last because Mizuhime (or someone else) just has to explain that the confession was a joke and that she loves her friends platonically, not romantically. And he'd just be "oh okay :)"

Kashimo's a jealous bastard so it's only natural he gets pissy. Meanwhile, Sukuna's selfish and only wants Mizuhime to love him and only him. No friends allowed

Nobara would probably do all that stuff on purpose lol. Like, once she knows one of the boys likes Mizuhime, she'd purposely cockblock them and take Mizuhime away for girl time lolol

And yeah, Mizuhime's not a philanthropist. She's nice and kind.... but not "i want to end world hunger and help people!!" type of kind. It's more like "my friend needs help so I'm going to help them because I care about them" type of kind. She's kind to the people she knows, but when it comes to others, she'll feel sympathetic for the plights but won't go out of her way to help them since they're strangers to her.

She's not evil or terrible ofc, but she's not really the type of person to help a stranger in need unless it's staring at her in the face. She'll help a stranger pick up their groceries if they fall in front of her, but she won't be going "i'm rich so I should donate a million dollars to charity!".

And yeah, she definitely won't be helping a homeless man on the street either 💀 if she sees a homeless person, she'll scurry away and pretend she never saw them 💀💀 That's pretty much the same with the other Uchiumis, though the meaner ones would look down on them in disgust like "ew, poor people"

[authorautumnbanks]

How To Tame A Sorcerer (58)

Series Master list

Satoru rolls over and props his head up with his palm. He traces an infinity symbol into Kagome's cheek. His fiancé. If he had a choice, which he likes to think that he does, she'll soon be his wife. They just need to get on a plane tomorrow and plan a quick destination wedding. He smiles softly, despite the anxiety thrumming through his veins.

Halloween.

His least favorite holiday. One in which every curse and curse user likes to mingle with all the unsuspecting civilians gathered together. And this year, the death of two students weighs heavily on his chest. They weren't even his responsibility, but he feels like something should have been done. As a whole, the jujutsu world is cold. It does not help that Gakuganji once again tried pinning everything on Yuji.

Have some curses become bolder? Sure. But the sutras they had wrapped around Sukuna's fingers were - are fading. That is not on Yuji.

It's just a fucked-up situation.

Satoru huffs.

"That better be a sigh of bliss," Kagome mumbles, nuzzling closer to his hand. "Pre-marital bliss." She laughs to herself.

He doesn't have the heart to tell her that her joke is not funny, though his heart jumps at the thought of them being practically married. Even Sesshomaru acknowledges that they are mates. For whatever reason, Sesshomaru's acknowledgment actually means something to him. Maybe it is because he can tell that Sesshomaru is strong. He has to be if they consider him the lord of demons.

Man, what he would give just to fight Sesshomaru just once to see how he stacks up against an ancient demon. He wonders just how old Sesshomaru is. Sometimes Shippo says some things that remind him that despite their youthful appearance, these demons are really freaking old.

"You're cute." He pinches her cheek. "Almost as cute as me."

"Oh, whatever." Kagome rolls over to her side. Satoru dips his head and kisses her neck; his hands caress her growing bump. "Tickles."

Kagome brushes his hands away, but he puts his hands right back where they belong. He does not think he will ever tire of touching her. Even if it is just a hand on her back, he just needs it as much as he needs air to breathe. Kagome is in his veins and he would not have any other way.

"I'll probably be late tonight. Halloween - all holidays really are pain." These days, he gets home late every day, but tomorrow they will be on a first-class ticket to somewhere far, far away from Japan. Probably the wrong time to be taking a vacation with all the shit going on, but if there's anything he's learned over the years is that there is always a problem that needs solving. Though this year he can delegate and not have to worry too much about the troubles his students might get into. That Shippo is turning out to be a pretty handy fox to keep around.

"That reminds me!" Kagome shimmies out of his hold and pulls out a necklace from the nightstand. "I got you something." She holds up the necklace. Now he can see that it is a locket.

Wait. He squints at it.

"Is this enchanted? It has your same glow." He sits up and takes it from her. It's gold and in the shape of a heart. Their names are etched onto both sides.

When did she buy this? He doesn't pay too much attention to the amount of money she spends, but surely, he would have noticed a jewelry purchase. Satoru runs his hands along the locket. This had to go for a hefty price. The craftsmanship is practically jumping off of the locket.

"Yep! It's made from my hair since I couldn't exactly donate one of my teeth to make it."

"I'm sorry what? His mouth drops open in shock and he can't do anything but stare at her.

Kagome beams at him, practically preening at her confession. She made this with her hair?

"Back up a second. What do you mean you made it from your hair? And teeth?"

The heck is she talking about? He wills the locket to share its secrets with him because there is absolutely no way that she had a locket made with her hair. Unless she put her hair inside of it? He pops it open, but the only thing inside is a picture of them on one side and a picture of their baby on the other.

He smiles despite himself seeing the life that they created. Satoru never imagined that he would be a father or even in a relationship, for that matter, but Kagome makes it hard to not love her.

"I didn't make it from my teeth, silly. I can't regrow my teeth like Sesshomaru and the others. So, I used my hair."

Gojo shuts his mouth and squints.

That explains the haircut.

"I wanted to give you a little more protection. And I know you're the strongest, but it would make me feel better knowing that you have some extra protection, just in case."

His heart skips a beat and then speeds up to regain its natural rhythm. She got him a gift that can help protect him? He clutches the locket. "Did you ask Sesshomaru to make it?"

"Oh, no." She laughs. "Sesshomaru is great at a lot of things, but sword making and such is so not his thing. I asked him if Totosai was around, so he took me to see him. Sesshomaru got a sword made, too, but he said it was not for him." Kagome leans in and whispers, "I think he's got a crush or something. He gave Totosai a tooth to have a special sword made."

Sesshomaru with a crush? Satoru grits his teeth to stop the laughter from bubbling over. Kagome looks so happy and earnest at this latest find, so he just let's her continue to gossip about who this mystery woman could be.

"She must be the complete opposite of him. I could not imagine him going for someone that says so few words. Nah, someone would have to be the talkative one of the pair."

"Maybe it is a gift for the baby?" He puts the locket on and gives a one shoulder shrug at her stupefied expression. "What? Shippo said that Sesshomaru was going to give the kiddo a dragon egg. Which dragons don't exist, right? Shippo was just fucking with me?"

"There are dragons. Though I'm surprised that Sesshomaru has an egg. Maybe Ah Un laid one?" She taps her finger to her lips. "I don't know that much about them. Maybe two headed dragons are just different."

... Two headed? Now his head hurts. How is he supposed to explain a dragon? He's still dodging questions about what kind of power Kagome has.

"But why would he give the baby a dragon egg? Where the heck would we even hide one of those? They are massive. And last I checked, they cannot shrink like Buyo Jr." Kagome continues to rant, all the while Satoru feels more dread building up in his gut.

Seriously, how is he supposed to hide a freaking dragon?

"And then Megumi-kun will take it and then we would have to figure out how to keep other people from worrying about why he has a dragon."

Megumi? Satoru coughs. Someone is still a little peeved that Buyo Jr. chose Megumi over them.

"We might look into rebuilding the clan house. There would be enough room for a dragon there." He hopes. The only thing he has to go off on is the dragons that he has seen in the media. "If you don't mind taking over that project."

"You want me to rebuild your clan house?"

"You'll be a Gojo soon. Not that I don't like we're we live, but if we are getting a freaking dragon or whatever creature your friends want to give to us, then we should probably look into a more secluded home."

While they are at it, maybe he will ask her to bless the area. Something about living in a spot where his clan members were brutally murdered seems like prime real estate for curse activity.

Kagome scrunches up her nose. He may not be a mind reader, but he can tell what kind of thoughts are running rampant in her mind. She has gotten more comfortable using his money- their money - but there are still times where she hesitates.

"It just seems really expensive, and you paid a lot of money for this house."

"Yeah, don't worry about a budget. I'll get you connected with a builder and you can go from there. The only thing I request is a similar bathroom set up." Finding a bathtub that can accommodate him can be difficult. Satoru leans over and kisses her cheek. She worries too much about such trivial things such as money. He has way more money than he could ever spend with being a special grade sorcerer and then having access to the Gojo clan's resources.

Money is the least of their worries.

"Well... okay," she says, though he can tell that she is still a little unsure.

"It would mean so much to me knowing that you are building the home for our children and their children."

"Aren't you going to be late for work?" Kagome huffs. The blush spreads across her face and dips down to her cleavage. It's crazy to him how flustered she gets.

"You're so cute." This time, he kisses her lips before sliding out of bed. He really, really, does not want to go into work today. He would rather get on the plane to their destination. Which he still does not know where they are going. Kagome said it was a surprise. He would follow to the south pole if she chose. Just as long as he is with her, he does not care where they are.

Satoru grabs his phone from his nightstand and pinches the bridge of his nose. A Shibuya kind of day, huh? He yawns and sets the phone back down. "Any plans for today?" he asks on his way to the bathroom. Go for causal, he tells himself. Up to him, he would have her stay in the house, but he knows if he tells her not to do something, the more likely she is to do that something.

Kagome is stubborn. She's lucky she is so cute.

"Sesshomaru mentioned going out because it is the one day that they do not have to wear their glamor out in public. I think they like to believe that they are getting over on the unsuspecting humans."

Satoru splashes water on his face. Makes sense. But he does not like it. "Cool, so you two are just gonna go sightseeing then?" He grabs his toothbrush and brushes his teeth.

"Yep! I'll even get to have my bow and no one will bat an eye," she replies, with so much joy in her voice that he keeps his concerns to himself. Sesshomaru would not let anything happen to Kagome, that much he knows.

"You gon wear a priestess outfit without me?" he asks, his voice slightly muffled from the toothbrush in his mouth.

Kagome sticks his head into the bathroom. "Is that code for role play? Big, bad, sorcerer, corrupts the pure priestess."

Satoru barks out a laugh. There is nothing pure about the things she does, but because he values his life, he keeps that opinion to himself as well. Rinsing his mouth, he reaches for a towel to wipe his face.

"Keep it up and I'll call in sick."

"You never get sick, remember?" Kagome laughs and side steps his attempt to grab her.

Tease.

It was not as though he was gonna bend her over the bathroom counter or anything, because he totally was - he still could...

His phone rings, forcing his thoughts to float away into the shoulda coulda box in his mind. "Seriously," he mumbles, hitting the light switch on his way out. Satoru hits the end button and shoots off a text to Ijichi instead.

One would think that Ijichi would know by now that he cannot be rushed. He'll start his day when he feels like it.

"Be nice to Ijichi," Kagome yells from downstairs and he's tempted to teleport to where Ijichi is just to bully him.

"I'm always nice." He trots down the stairs and heads towards the kitchen. "Coffee," he says, staring longingly at the coffee pot. "Join me in the bath after?"

Kagome snorts. "The faster you go in, the faster you'll get off, and the faster we'll be on the plane."

She's got him there.

"But we could meet up for lunch and you can see my outfit."

He pauses. Any other day he would agree without question, but today when something always wants to pop off? Ugh. "Maybe...my schedule is pretty packed today. I don't know if I'll have much of a lunch break today."

Kagome frowns and places her hands on her hip. "You don't want to get lunch with me?"

"I didn't say that." He jumps at the coffee pot dinging and grabs two mugs for them. "I'm just saying that we should play it by ear."

His phone rings again.

Can he just enjoy his morning?

"What?" he answers, holding the phone between his ear and shoulder while he prepares his and Kagome's coffees. He puts just a hint of sugar in Kagome's mug. Just because he likes a lot of sugar in his coffee, doesn't mean his baby should be getting a lot.

"We really need to get to Shibuya," Ijichi says, his voice just barely wavering. "I'm outside your house."

Satoru rolls his eyes. As if he didn't know Ijichi was outside his house.

"Like now? I've got at least another hour before work." Satoru winks at Kagome, ignoring the pang in his chest.

"Someone stole the bodies of Miwa and Mechamaru and strung them up outside the station."

"Sounds like someone is getting into the spirit of Halloween," he quips and exchanges his mug for a travel one instead. "I haven't even taken a bath yet."

"You take your baths at night," Kagome says.

"Gome-chan!" he admonishes, though he's sure Ijichi couldn't hear her. "Anyway, I'll be out. Give me a moment." He ends the call. Why didn't Ijichi open with that the first time? That is some shit you need to tell someone instead of pussyfooting around and saying we need to go to Shibuya today.

"Everything okay?"

"Hmm, yeah. Everything is fine. I just gotta go in early." He takes a big gulp of his coffee and grimaces from the scalding liquid. "Send me a picture of your outfit." He heads out of the kitchen without waiting for her answer.

Whoever stole those bodies must work for jujutsu high. Or they've been there before. Old students?

Satoru changes out of his pajamas and slides on his uniform. Tying his blindfold on as he walks, he takes two steps at a time.

Kagome greets him at the end of the staircase with his coffee and bento box. She must have prepared one for him last night.

"Here, just in case you can't make time for lunch," she says.

"You're too sweet to me," he admits, more so to himself. Most sorcerers live lonely lives and the ones that do have spouses tend to spur them, so to come home every day to a home filled with warmth feels like he hit the jackpot.

"Hey Gome-chan?"

Kagome tilts her head. Her hand hovers over the door.

"Do me a favor and stay out of Shibuya today." He presses a kiss to lips, silencing the protests he knows she was about to unleash on him. "I'll call you if I can make it for lunch."

Kagome pouts and opens the door for him. Ijichi stands upright by the car, engrossed in whatever conversation he is having on the phone.

"Promise me," he says, not helping himself.

"Yeah, yeah." Kagome waves him off. "Stay safe."

"Don't worry, I'm the strongest." The words roll off his tongue effortlessly.

Why should he worry? No one can touch him after all, and as long as Kagome stays far away from trouble, then everything will be just fine.

[cherrywoes]

dark sun. (ryoumen sukuna x fem!reader x oc)

xiv. boketto.

— the act of gazing vacantly into the distance without thinking.

You came back into your body with a quiet crackling of the air around you. You could feel the way you acclimated back to your own body, having been pulled from it without Shion to occupy it while you were gone. You were stationary, your fingers still gently pressed to Yuuji’s forehead, and it took you a few moments of blurry vision and confused thoughts for you to realize the boy was very much awake and staring at you with a wide, surprised gaze. You lowered your hand from his face cautiously, wary of earning some sort of lash back for invading his mind, but all he did was look at you with slow, even blinks to convey his mental game of confusion.

“Um… What’s going on here?” He questioned, eyes flicking from you to Gojo and back again, as if his teacher had an answer for what you had just done. He watched you reach up and gently touch the baby at your chest, frowning for a moment. “Shiraishi-s...san?”

“I apologize for invading your mind without permission.” You smiled and bowed your head, trying to resist the way Shion was attempting to work your connection back. It seemed he was struggling more than usual and it was causing your chest to twist and ache unpleasantly; likely a result of his leftover anger. He was still likely angry, you knew, but he couldn’t resist staying away from you for too long. At least an hour was his record, at least, you believed it was an hour—you couldn’t be sure when domains worked differently in terms of time. It was probably longer, you supposed, but you couldn’t stand around and wait to see how long it would take him to establish that connection. “And I also apologize for… hurting you, before. You must know I didn’t mean it, Itadori-san.”

He looked more befuddled than before, eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise. You wondered if Sukuna was talking to him somehow, telling him to befriend you—or something along those lines. “Oh, uh… Yeah. The god in your body did it, right? Not you? So, consider it water under the bridge, I guess.”

You couldn’t blame him for his hesitance. He was, after all, a vessel, the same as you, and he knew as well as you did that sometimes the actions of vessel and curse aligned at times. You weren’t sure about Sukuna in Yuuji’s case, but Shion’s actions aligned with your beliefs and wants perfectly. He didn’t doubt you for a second, and nor did you him—except for recently, perhaps.

The tampering with your connection was growing too irritating for you to bear and you could feel bile cresting in your throat. It wasn’t much, but you were going to purge you stomach’s meagre contents, and soon, so you fixed Gojo with a grateful smile; one that was laced with warning for him not to stop you.

“I’m afraid I have to go now,” you said, bowing low to Yuuji and Gojo separately. It was only the polite thing to do, and well, it didn’t help settle your nerves in the least. Shion twisted at the connection again and your smile became a little more pained, a little more tenuous. “I apologize for the intrusion, Satoru-san. Thank you for bringing me here.”

With little else to spur you on than the pinpricks of pain crawling up your belly and chest, you breezed past Gojo and up the stairs, slamming the door when the wind vacated the space behind you. The basement was silent for a few moments, maybe more, with Yuuji and Gojo staring up the staircase where you had vanished, as if you had never been there to begin with.

“What was that all about?” Yuuji asked, reaching for a half drank can of soda. He grimaced at the flat taste and the sickly sweet artificial aftertaste that came after, putting it down on the table with an audible clink. “Oh, gross.”

Gojo hummed and declined to answer, pulling another move from the generous pile he had donated to the cause, and cracked open the case. He spun the disc around the holder a few times, thoughts whirling as he considered your words from before, about the higher ups. The distaste in your tone as you spoke. He didn’t think you would have been one to be loyal to the higher ups in the first place, of course, seeing as you had been hidden from the world for almost your entire life—it wasn’t such an issue to assume that you were, in fact, harboring the same ideals he was: get rid of the higher ups. Your views, however, might be inherently more selfish; you had no care for any of the other sorcerers, not even for the woman who had been at your side since you became a vessel. You seemed entirely focused on escaping the confinement, the pressing holds, of the old crones that made up the circle of higher ups; at least, that was what he was able to read from you. Without that god hovering over you like a ghost, you were surprisingly human, and vulnerable—not that he had expected anything less. Yuuji was much the same in that regard. However, while parallel in origin, you and Yuuji were not the same, not really; your curse would protect you until the day you died, that much was obvious. Sukuna was much more malicious in intention, without a doubt.

“Gojo-sensei,” Yuuji whined, drawing his attention back to his student. He huffed and slumped over on the sofa, almost knocking over a stray can. “Are you even listening?”

“Of course,” he laughed, inserting the CD into the disc drive. It was a low budget horror film, he recognized, but he didn’t watch it personally. He had scooped up the cheapest selections he could find, with some more widely known titles like Lord of the Rings, but Yuuji didn’t seem to mind them as much as he thought. “I was just thinking about our new ally.”

“Ally?” the pink haired male gawked. “Who?”

Gojo tipped his head to the side, a large grin on his face. “You just met her.”

While Gojo shoved his student back to the test, you were worse off—perhaps even more so—your eyes darting across buildings and streetlights to gauge your location. Your stomach rumbled unpleasantly and you almost swore Shion was doing it to you on purpose, but you could feel his anger preventing him from unraveling the block completely; or he was conflicted, and was going back and forth on his decisions. It was wreaking havoc on your body, that was for certain, and you almost wanted to reach into his domain and pull him out yourself. If that was possible, you didn’t know, but for now, you could be content with a toilet.

You had to sprint to make it to your building before your stomach betrayed you. You had sense enough to lean over in a group of shrubs and hide your evidence, heaving your stomach’s contents onto the grass, and when you opened your eyes, spent, tears glazing your eyes, you noticed that it was entirely black; as black as ink, as black as the night sky in full midnight. You didn’t think you had eaten anything that color and when you rolled your tongue in your mouth, you tasted something sickly sweet and with the tang of iron.

Blood.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your sleeve, feeling it smear across your cheek. You couldn’t be bothered with it now; you had to get back into your room and make sure Shion was none the wiser to what you had been up to. Your stomach cramped painfully and you barely made it up the tree and across the roof, biting the inside of your cheek to prevent yourself from groaning at the pain. You wern’t certain if it was Shion or the blood you had vomited up that made you feel so awful, but you could attribute it to both if you wanted, and you did. You slipped through the window once more and locked it behind you, snatching up a book and cradling Ayako to your chest despite wanting nothing touching you at the moment.

Cold sweat dripped down the back of your neck and you were certain it had nothing to do with Shion now. You felt… ill. Sick. Diseased. Your heart was beating a little too fast; your pulse pounded in your ears; you felt anxious, panicky; you half wondered if you were having a panic attack, but pushed it aside when the connection finally unraveled like the petals of a lotus—slowly, and then all at once.

“Shion,” you croaked, breathy and light. You sensed his alarm at the growing pain in your body and a flush of energy breezed through you, dulling the pain bit not completely suffocating it. “Thanks.”

What happened? He materialized almost instantly afterwards. His hair was haphazardly put into a knot at the back of his head and stuck up in a million different places, as if he’d spent hours running his hands through it before tying it back up and leaving it as was. His horns even protruded from his skull, longer than you recalled them being, and he had dark circles under his eyes, deep and ominous against the pallor of his skin. He looked almost as sickly as you did, if not worse. Your gut told you that something more was going on here, something deeper. “[Name]?”

His vocalization of your name ripped you out of your thoughts and you looked up at him, sweat beading your brow. “I… I don’t know. I threw up, and then my stomach started—then the sweating…”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, gathering you into his arms. Your book flopped to the floor, uncared for, even as the page fluttered open to the ‘A’ section, the name ‘Ayako’ highlighted by a streak of moonlight. “If I had known my anger would make you so ill, I would have never cut off our connection. I could have stopped this.”

Your own guilt overpowered his. You patted his arm, just above the crook of his elbow, and grimaced at the way your skin stuck to his with the cooling sweat. “It’s alright, Shion. It isn’t your fault—your emotions, while new, aren’t something to be brushed aside. You can’t just ignore them for me. You have to overcome them. I think not sharing them is… making it worse every time.” You silently omitted the fact that his failed attempts at unraveling the connection had started it in the first place. You deserved this pain for betraying him. You deserved everything he gave you, even if it was unintentional. It was the only way you would succeed. “... Help me up?”

When you were safely tucked away in your bed, your clothes changed into something more cooler to deal with the sweat, you allowed Shion to sequester Ayako away in a pillow barricade and steal her side for himself, likely having learned it from passively observing you. He was careful not to jostle you too much, highly aware of the way your stomach was still churning, and rested his ear against your heart, tapping his fingers to the rhythm on your hip. You didn’t fight him off, no matter how uncomfortable you might have been, and played idly with his hair, pulling it from the knot and twisting it around his horns. Other than your breathing and Ayako’s quiet sounds of grunting and squeaking, the room was quiet. You could feel him gearing up to speak in the way his jaw was working.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you reassured him, throat flexing over the gag reflex you were trying to repress. A moment later it was gone, magically repressed—but you could still feel it resisting his power, strangely. “I don’t expect you to explain everything to—”

“But I want to,” Shion interrupted you. He never looked up at you, but continued to tap to your heartbeat still, even noting the slight stutter when your thoughts came to a screeching halt. “That was a… sensitive time in my existence. I admit that. But… I don’t believe I’m ready to speak of it just yet. When I’m ready, I’ll let you know.”

You waited for a moment to see if he would say anything more, to even hint that he was as angry as he was before, but all you felt from him was guilt, guilt, and more guilt, which made no sense; you were the only one who had to feel guilty about anything. His secrets didn’t have the ability to break hearts and fragile trust, after all.

“Alright,” you said, once it was clear he had nothing else to say. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Shion.”

“And if one day, I want to?”

You frowned slightly at his change in tone. Something was different. Something had… shifted. You couldn’t put your finger on it and shifted uncomfortably, reaching up to thumb the prongs of his horns thoughtfully. “Then that’s your decision, not mine.”

A pause. Then,”I see.”

“Are you alright?” You asked, finally, when waiting became too much. He looked up at you then, green and gold eyes flashing in the moonlight, and though his gaze was gentle, every instinct in you warned you to flee. But like a lamb to a lion, you were doomed to a careful existence with him. “You look, well, awful. And I don’t think I’ve ever seen you sick before.”

He frowned, almost similarly to how you did, and his eyebrows drew down. “I’m not sure.”

“I’m sure it'll be fine then.” You yawned, pressing your fist against your mouth to smother it. You snuggled into your pillow and shifted Shion to be a little more comfy, eyes flicking to Ayako, who was as placid as ever. Shion turned his head again and pressed his ear to your heart once more, obscuring your view of Ayako completely. You were blissfully unaware at the way his eyes narrowed at the child when you slipped into a deep sleep, mumbling,”Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” Shion whispered. “[Name].”

Ayako froze underneath his stare, dark eyes wide, and remained that way until the god finally vanished upon the first rays of the sun.

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as someone that does hand embroidery and a lot of work hand tailoring my own clothes(as I do not own a sewing machine) I think it’s really romantic, the thought of mending someones clothes for them as they sit a little ways away, watching you fondly in a domestic setting, perhaps wanting to learn how to do it themselves but not truly getting the technique down.

like just imagine sewing up a torn shirt that Nanami’s brought home, the shoulder threads hanging on by mere sheer will. sit down with your needle and thread, it’ll be light work, but he watches with a passive look on his face, never straying from where your fingers work deftly to sew his clothes back together. maybe he’ll get you tea and promise to stop tearing his clothes so you don’t have to waste time fixing them. but then, what would you do with all the thread?

or imagine doing embroidery, something that takes skill but also no real focus when you get into it, and being watched over your shoulder by gojo. he wants to learn and he can become better than you, but that’s not what he wants. he wants the quiet gentle moments of you helping him thread a needle, of slicking it up with a quick pass between your lips to make the threads stick together. he can do it all himself and become the best, but he’ll give up quickly and say you’ll always do it better than him

or what about helping getou make his own clothes? I like to imagine that he does the altering to his own clothes, perhaps making them all himself, and not owning a sewing machine. enlisting your help to make a new garment, no matter how complicated or simple it is, sitting with you on the floor with his vintage sewing kit between you two, chattering away and also sitting in total silence as you sew together, maybe knicking yourself with the needle one too many times and him putting thimbles on every one of your fingers.

maybe itadori does a bit of this as well, embroidery or cross-stitch or needlepoint or crotchet- the possibilities with him are endless I think. he probably makes thick chunky scarves every winter for his friends or maybe to donate to people who need them, also making color blocked knitted sweaters that look high fashion and took him a couple sleepless nights because he refuses to leave a project alone for more than a few hours for rest.

sukuna would be an interesting one, he’d say it’s boring watching you work on something, say how useless it is to have you mend some of his clothes when they’ll only get damaged again soon. he says all that, but every time you start to work he’s suddenly there with a low grumble of where else would I rather be, idiot? and somehow, even though he says he’s going to throw out all the ripped clothes he has so you don’t waste time fixing them, you always end up with his ripped clothes in your hand and he’s already got your sewing kit and saying that it would be a waste to not use the things you already have.

anyways, this is just food for thought that I wanted to get out of my head. I surprisingly have a lot of domestic headcanons. I might delete this later, but for now I just want to bask in the warmth that is this idea.