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the simplicity of his love.
Softie!Megumi x Reader
summary: everyday life with Megumi
WARNINGS: downbad Megumi ꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱꒰ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ꒱
Word count : 500 (I.... somehow wrote exactly 500 words...? I think essay writing's been starting to have it's toll on me (╥﹏╥)....)
a/n: I haven't posted in a few months, so please take this that i scrapped together in an hour as a apology. It somehow feels so much better than the one I spent hours on, though.....
I've been diagnosed with a few blood issues, so I've been in and out of the hospital for a while. I'm on more meds, but I'm now back to writing again....!!!! Thank you for your patience!!!!!
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Despite the fact that he’s almost always busy, he still goes to the florists’ every month. He’s been there so much, in fact, that to make it easier for him, the old lady that worked there would always leave the flowers he always bought outside, so he wouldn’t need to trudge all over the store, trying to find those damned pink flowers you liked so much.
He bids farewell to the old lady again with a curt nod, making sure to leave an extra big tip this time.
He gently plucks a single flower out from the bouquet and makes sure to drop it into a vase by his bed once he gets home so that he knows to buy you new flowers once the one in his vase starts to wilt.
He won’t admit it, but whenever he starts to miss you, he gazes upon that singular stalk sitting in his blue vase. It starts to remind him more and more of you, the way that the flowers bloomed and even the way the flower smelled - you’re constantly plaguing his mind.
He loves you, and he loves you so much.
You’re the only flower he cares for, the most beautiful, the most delicate,the most precious, your touch is like a heavenly blessing to him and your eyes have that soft feel to them.
He’d be lying if he said that it wasn’t starting to affect him. Your scent is starting to linger in his house, in his living room, on that book you’d grabbed absentmindedly while he was in the shower, on his pillows and sheets you had insisted “felt way softer”. He looks at you with that same soft gaze, one that was filled with love and respect.
He didn’t appear to others as a softie, because that was only for you to see. A special side of him that he had kept behind closed doors, doors that only you can open.
Period pain? He’s already shown up to your door, drenched from the rain, bags of painkillers, snacks and heating pads in hand.
You’ve called him at 1am again, muttering something incomprehensible about your nightly cravings of mac and cheese? I know, he says over the phone, voice still groggy. He tells you about a whole bowl he left in the fridge while he was at your house.
You got sick? He leaves behind everything that he had been doing, and rushes to your apartment with medicine from the pharmacy and homemade chicken noodle soup. He raises a spoonful of the soup and you swallow it all, nuzzling your face into his hand. He sighs, feeling how warm you are, but doesn’t protest. Everything is silent as he gently runs his fingers through your hair, watching it ripple like a waterfall. No words were being exchanged, but the concern in his eyes spoke more than words could’ve ever.
“Ughh. I love you so much.”
“....you’re just trying to stall from taking your medicine again, aren’t you…..?”
Hi everyone !
I’m back here to say that i am okay. However, a lot of things happened, the main one being that i found out i have a pretty low blood pressure.
I’ll pretty much be okay as long as i take my meds and dont over exert, so please don’t worry.
I’ll be back to writing in about a week or so, however my classes will start soon, so i’ll be busy with those as well. So please be patient.
Thank you for your support ^_^
I just got hospitalised a day ago, so no megumi continuation fic for the next foreseeable 2 weeks unless im discharged … 囧… sorry about that…
Is this the writer’s curse I’ve been told about…?
Also my tags are random, please dont mind them ^^;
First fic i've ever written has been posted ! Give it some love ^^!
An angel disguised in pink!
Aged up! No curse AU!Megumi Fushiguro x Jirai Kei! Reader
Summary : Megumi just turned 21, and has already received an invite from Gojo Satoru - to go drinking. It's Gojo, after all. He's seeing faces he vaguely remember from college, but fresh faces were uncommon, even in a Gojo party. You, dressed like an angel in pink, piqued his interest.
WARNINGS : people getting DRUNK, you can tell i've never been to a party and drank, mentions of addiction to host clubs, a smudge of angst maybe if you squint really hard, mostly fluff though
Word count : 1.4K (it's so short!!)
AUTHORS NOTE!!: Hello everyone... I started writing this like yesterday and wasn't aware today was his actual birthday..... ALSO this is my first time writing and i'm not 100% in my english..!! I'm not familiar with posting on tumblr as a whole, so with the layout and all that, i'm not quite familiar. Please give me some leeway with that kind of stuff. also, my laptop kind of broke while i was trying to post this, so im typing this from my touchscreen ipad. It's a little annoying, but oh well..
This was also LIGHTLY inspired by @lokissweater 's mlb megumi... i know its not anything close to their levels of writing, but i was kinda inspired to write megumi for my Landmine reader from her and how she writes Megumi.
I talked too much, i'll just let you read it already ^^"...
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The club Megumi found himself in wasn’t particularly big, but it buzzed with energy. The space was packed with familiar faces—classmates, acquaintances, and a handful of people he’d crossed paths with at one point or another. As soon as he’d turned 21, Gojo had dragged him along to this club, boasting about it being owned by one of Geto’s many “connections.” What Gojo failed to mention was that it was a private party. Not that it mattered much; Megumi realized he wasn’t exactly out of his element.
Most of the crowd blurred together as people he vaguely recognized, but there were a few exceptions. Two were Shoko’s friends, chatting animatedly by the bar. The third was a girl—you—whom Megumi didn’t recognize at all. The strobe lights bathed the room in eye-numbing neon green, but even through the haze, the soft pink of your blouse stood out.
You caught his gaze from across the room, and when your eyes met, you offered a small, awkward smile accompanied by a polite nod. Megumi’s eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks warming with the faintest blush—thankfully hidden by the poor lighting. Still, he managed a curt nod in return, stiff and reserved as ever.
Nobara, watching the interaction from her spot by the bar, smirked to herself. She’d invited you along partly because she knew you enjoyed the club scene, but mostly because an idea had begun forming in her head. You… and Megumi… Yeah, that had potential.
While most of the party (including a very drunk Gojo and Shoko) had taken over the dance floor, Megumi stayed firmly planted at the edge of the chaos, arms crossed. He sighed, his gaze flicking between the reckless dancing and his untouched canned beer.
Adults.
Gojo, currently in a drunken dance battle with Itadori, was reason enough for Megumi to swear off drinking tonight. Witnessing the sheer level of intoxication his mentor had achieved was enough to keep him sober.
Lost in thought, Megumi didn’t notice you approach until he felt the chill of a bottled green tea press against his arm. He startled slightly, turning to find you standing beside him, a tentative smile on your face.
“Figured you might want this. You didn’t touch your beer all night,” you said, holding out the tea.
For a moment, he just blinked at you, caught off guard. Then, taking the bottle, he muttered a quiet, “Thanks. Uh…”
“Oh, right. Um, I’m Y/N.” You dug into your pink MCM bag before pulling out a similar bottle of green tea for yourself.
“So… you’re not a fan of alcohol?” you asked, idly adjusting the lace on your skirt.
Megumi shrugged, taking a sip of the tea. “Not when Gojo’s around. Someone’s gotta stay sober enough to drag him home.”
“Fair enough. He does seem… like a lot.” You cast a concerned glance at the “honored one” himself, doing the Worm on the floor.
“That’s putting it mildly,” Megumi said, the corners of his lips lifting subconsciously. For the first time, he felt like he was actually enjoying himself that night.
A comfortable pause settled as you both observed the other guests.
“You’re… friends with Nobara, right?” Megumi turned his attention to Nobara, who was on the dance floor with a cocktail in hand, her face flushed red from the alcohol she’d ingested, and a feather boa draped across her shoulders like something out of a ’90s movie.
“Yeah. She dragged me along tonight. Said it’d be fun. And I just figured I’d come over and say hi since you looked kind of… out of place.” You laughed softly, his plain shirt and baggy jeans a stark contrast to the vibrant, flashy outfits in the room.
“Is it that obvious?” he asked with a small sigh, running a hand through his hair he hadn’t cared to style.
“A little. You’re the only one here who looks like they’d rather be anywhere else.”
“I’m just not big on crowds. Or neon lights. Or drunk people.”
Another moment of silence passed as you nodded in understanding, observing the dance floor growing even more chaotic.
“You seem like you’re enjoying this,” Megumi said, cocking his head toward the unfolding disasters (Geto spilling his drink onto a very pissed-off Nanami).
“I, uh, I’m used to the nightlife. I used to frequent a lot of bars and nightclubs.”
Megumi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Used to? You don’t anymore?”
You hesitated for a moment, swirling the green tea bottle in your hands. “Not as much, no. I… got addicted at one point, I guess. I was filling a void in myself. But I realized it wasn’t healthy.”
Megumi’s expression softened, his usual guarded demeanor giving way to curiosity. “Addicted?”
You hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. Not just clubs—host clubs, mostly. I’d go out all the time, spending way too much money just to be around people who’d tell me what I wanted to hear. For a while, I thought it was fun, but… I guess I was filling a void. They hook you in, you know? They leave you alone, and when you start getting desperate, you spend more.”
He frowned slightly, tilting his head. “Host clubs?”
You glanced at him, gauging his reaction, and let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I know. It’s not the most… admirable thing. But when you’re feeling empty, it’s easy to get addicted to the attention. They make you feel special, even if it’s just an act.”
Megumi took a moment to process your words, his gaze steady but without judgment. “What made you stop?”
You smiled faintly, your expression a mix of self-awareness and vulnerability. “I realized it wasn’t real. I was paying for affection, not earning it. And honestly? It wasn’t making me happy—it was just a distraction. So I quit and started focusing on myself. It’s not easy, but… I’m trying.”
He nodded, his eyes thoughtful. “That… takes a lot of self-awareness. Most people wouldn’t even admit they were doing it to fill a void.”
You looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. “Thanks. I’m not sure if it’s self-awareness or just running out of money.”
That earned a soft chuckle from Megumi, and for the first time that night, the tension between you eased.
“What about you?” you asked, shifting the focus. “You don’t seem like the type to… well, pay for attention.”
He leaned against the wall, thinking. “Not really my thing. I guess I’ve always been more focused on the people I already care about.”
You nodded, impressed by his grounded perspective. “Must be nice. Knowing you’re enough without needing to hear it from someone else.”
He glanced at you, his expression softening. “I think everyone needs to hear it sometimes. Just… not in that way.”
A quiet moment passed between you, the chaotic energy of the club fading into the background.
Finally, you broke the silence with a teasing smile. “So, if clubs aren’t your thing, what is? What would you do for fun?”
“Honestly?” Megumi said, his lips quirking in a rare smile. “Probably stay home with a book or go to a quiet park. Somewhere peaceful.”
You grinned, leaning closer. “A book and a park? You’re a walking cliché.”
He rolled his eyes but didn’t seem annoyed. “And you’re not, Miss ‘Host Clubs for the Guys’?”
“Touché,” you said, laughing softly. “But hey, if you ever get curious, I can recommend a few places.”
“Pass,” he said, shaking his head, but the amusement in his voice made it clear he wasn’t dismissing you.
“Your loss,” you teased, taking another sip of your tea. “But seriously, thanks for not judging me. Most people wouldn’t be so… understanding.”
He looked at you, his expression earnest. “Everyone’s got their reasons.”
Your chest tightened slightly at his words, and you found yourself smiling in a way you hadn’t in a long time. “You’re a lot deeper than I expected, Megumi.”
“Don’t get used to it,” he said, but there was warmth in his tone.
And just like that, the club felt a little less overwhelming, and the two of you felt a little more connected. Fein by Travis Scott played in the background of the packed bar at 1:23 a.m. Gojo and Geto slumped over each other groggily as the alcohol took its toll. Itadori darted around, still inexplicably full of energy, while Nobara stood barefoot, heels in hand, complaining to Maki.
Somehow, amidst the chaos, this moment felt peaceful.
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(I hope everyone liked this... I probably will write a continuation or maybe make it a series when i have the time to.)
An angel disguised in pink!
Aged up! No curse AU!Megumi Fushiguro x Jirai Kei! Reader
Summary : Megumi just turned 21, and has already received an invite from Gojo Satoru - to go drinking. It's Gojo, after all. He's seeing faces he vaguely remember from college, but fresh faces were uncommon, even in a Gojo party. You, dressed like an angel in pink, piqued his interest.
WARNINGS : people getting DRUNK, you can tell i've never been to a party and drank, mentions of addiction to host clubs, a smudge of angst maybe if you squint really hard, mostly fluff though
Word count : 1.4K (it's so short!!)
AUTHORS NOTE!!: Hello everyone... I started writing this like yesterday and wasn't aware today was his actual birthday..... ALSO this is my first time writing and i'm not 100% in my english..!! I'm not familiar with posting on tumblr as a whole, so with the layout and all that, i'm not quite familiar. Please give me some leeway with that kind of stuff. also, my laptop kind of broke while i was trying to post this, so im typing this from my touchscreen ipad. It's a little annoying, but oh well..
This was also LIGHTLY inspired by @lokissweater 's mlb megumi... i know its not anything close to their levels of writing, but i was kinda inspired to write megumi for my Landmine reader from her and how she writes Megumi.
I talked too much, i'll just let you read it already ^^"...
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The club Megumi found himself in wasn’t particularly big, but it buzzed with energy. The space was packed with familiar faces—classmates, acquaintances, and a handful of people he’d crossed paths with at one point or another. As soon as he’d turned 21, Gojo had dragged him along to this club, boasting about it being owned by one of Geto’s many “connections.” What Gojo failed to mention was that it was a private party. Not that it mattered much; Megumi realized he wasn’t exactly out of his element.
Most of the crowd blurred together as people he vaguely recognized, but there were a few exceptions. Two were Shoko’s friends, chatting animatedly by the bar. The third was a girl—you—whom Megumi didn’t recognize at all. The strobe lights bathed the room in eye-numbing neon green, but even through the haze, the soft pink of your blouse stood out.
You caught his gaze from across the room, and when your eyes met, you offered a small, awkward smile accompanied by a polite nod. Megumi’s eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks warming with the faintest blush—thankfully hidden by the poor lighting. Still, he managed a curt nod in return, stiff and reserved as ever.
Nobara, watching the interaction from her spot by the bar, smirked to herself. She’d invited you along partly because she knew you enjoyed the club scene, but mostly because an idea had begun forming in her head. You… and Megumi… Yeah, that had potential.
While most of the party (including a very drunk Gojo and Shoko) had taken over the dance floor, Megumi stayed firmly planted at the edge of the chaos, arms crossed. He sighed, his gaze flicking between the reckless dancing and his untouched canned beer.
Adults.
Gojo, currently in a drunken dance battle with Itadori, was reason enough for Megumi to swear off drinking tonight. Witnessing the sheer level of intoxication his mentor had achieved was enough to keep him sober.
Lost in thought, Megumi didn’t notice you approach until he felt the chill of a bottled green tea press against his arm. He startled slightly, turning to find you standing beside him, a tentative smile on your face.
“Figured you might want this. You didn’t touch your beer all night,” you said, holding out the tea.
For a moment, he just blinked at you, caught off guard. Then, taking the bottle, he muttered a quiet, “Thanks. Uh…”
“Oh, right. Um, I’m Y/N.” You dug into your pink MCM bag before pulling out a similar bottle of green tea for yourself.
“So… you’re not a fan of alcohol?” you asked, idly adjusting the lace on your skirt.
Megumi shrugged, taking a sip of the tea. “Not when Gojo’s around. Someone’s gotta stay sober enough to drag him home.”
“Fair enough. He does seem… like a lot.” You cast a concerned glance at the “honored one” himself, doing the Worm on the floor.
“That’s putting it mildly,” Megumi said, the corners of his lips lifting subconsciously. For the first time, he felt like he was actually enjoying himself that night.
A comfortable pause settled as you both observed the other guests.
“You’re… friends with Nobara, right?” Megumi turned his attention to Nobara, who was on the dance floor with a cocktail in hand, her face flushed red from the alcohol she’d ingested, and a feather boa draped across her shoulders like something out of a ’90s movie.
“Yeah. She dragged me along tonight. Said it’d be fun. And I just figured I’d come over and say hi since you looked kind of… out of place.” You laughed softly, his plain shirt and baggy jeans a stark contrast to the vibrant, flashy outfits in the room.
“Is it that obvious?” he asked with a small sigh, running a hand through his hair he hadn’t cared to style.
“A little. You’re the only one here who looks like they’d rather be anywhere else.”
“I’m just not big on crowds. Or neon lights. Or drunk people.”
Another moment of silence passed as you nodded in understanding, observing the dance floor growing even more chaotic.
“You seem like you’re enjoying this,” Megumi said, cocking his head toward the unfolding disasters (Geto spilling his drink onto a very pissed-off Nanami).
“I, uh, I’m used to the nightlife. I used to frequent a lot of bars and nightclubs.”
Megumi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “Used to? You don’t anymore?”
You hesitated for a moment, swirling the green tea bottle in your hands. “Not as much, no. I… got addicted at one point, I guess. I was filling a void in myself. But I realized it wasn’t healthy.”
Megumi’s expression softened, his usual guarded demeanor giving way to curiosity. “Addicted?”
You hesitated before nodding. “Yeah. Not just clubs—host clubs, mostly. I’d go out all the time, spending way too much money just to be around people who’d tell me what I wanted to hear. For a while, I thought it was fun, but… I guess I was filling a void. They hook you in, you know? They leave you alone, and when you start getting desperate, you spend more.”
He frowned slightly, tilting his head. “Host clubs?”
You glanced at him, gauging his reaction, and let out a small laugh. “Yeah, I know. It’s not the most… admirable thing. But when you’re feeling empty, it’s easy to get addicted to the attention. They make you feel special, even if it’s just an act.”
Megumi took a moment to process your words, his gaze steady but without judgment. “What made you stop?”
You smiled faintly, your expression a mix of self-awareness and vulnerability. “I realized it wasn’t real. I was paying for affection, not earning it. And honestly? It wasn’t making me happy—it was just a distraction. So I quit and started focusing on myself. It’s not easy, but… I’m trying.”
He nodded, his eyes thoughtful. “That… takes a lot of self-awareness. Most people wouldn’t even admit they were doing it to fill a void.”
You looked at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. “Thanks. I’m not sure if it’s self-awareness or just running out of money.”
That earned a soft chuckle from Megumi, and for the first time that night, the tension between you eased.
“What about you?” you asked, shifting the focus. “You don’t seem like the type to… well, pay for attention.”
He leaned against the wall, thinking. “Not really my thing. I guess I’ve always been more focused on the people I already care about.”
You nodded, impressed by his grounded perspective. “Must be nice. Knowing you’re enough without needing to hear it from someone else.”
He glanced at you, his expression softening. “I think everyone needs to hear it sometimes. Just… not in that way.”
A quiet moment passed between you, the chaotic energy of the club fading into the background.
Finally, you broke the silence with a teasing smile. “So, if clubs aren’t your thing, what is? What would you do for fun?”
“Honestly?” Megumi said, his lips quirking in a rare smile. “Probably stay home with a book or go to a quiet park. Somewhere peaceful.”
You grinned, leaning closer. “A book and a park? You’re a walking cliché.”
He rolled his eyes but didn’t seem annoyed. “And you’re not, Miss ‘Host Clubs for the Guys’?”
“Touché,” you said, laughing softly. “But hey, if you ever get curious, I can recommend a few places.”
“Pass,” he said, shaking his head, but the amusement in his voice made it clear he wasn’t dismissing you.
“Your loss,” you teased, taking another sip of your tea. “But seriously, thanks for not judging me. Most people wouldn’t be so… understanding.”
He looked at you, his expression earnest. “Everyone’s got their reasons.”
Your chest tightened slightly at his words, and you found yourself smiling in a way you hadn’t in a long time. “You’re a lot deeper than I expected, Megumi.”
“Don’t get used to it,” he said, but there was warmth in his tone.
And just like that, the club felt a little less overwhelming, and the two of you felt a little more connected. Fein by Travis Scott played in the background of the packed bar at 1:23 a.m. Gojo and Geto slumped over each other groggily as the alcohol took its toll. Itadori darted around, still inexplicably full of energy, while Nobara stood barefoot, heels in hand, complaining to Maki.
Somehow, amidst the chaos, this moment felt peaceful.
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(I hope everyone liked this... I probably will write a continuation or maybe make it a series when i have the time to.)
First fic will be with megumi ^^
I might kind of suck at writing but….. (･_･; please look forward to it.
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[Podfic] My Shovel Tells a Secret and Hollow Ripples by A_ToastToTheOutcasts
This is a podfic series of @toasty-writing's series to forget is unforgivable. So far, the first two installments in the series are posted! Please check out the original series and leave your comments and give kudos to the original series! And thank you @toasty-writing for allowing me to podfic your series!
[Podfic] My Shovel Tells a Secret
Rating: Mature Length: 50:12 Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, Mentions of Suicide --- Summary:
The heroes say he did amazing, getting out of that villain's grasp. That he had a bright future ahead of him. That he had been a hero .
Katsuki knows the truth. It keeps him up at night along with the eyes staring at the back of his head.
He didn't get out of that slime by himself. There had been a hand reaching out to him. Gnarled with burns and damp with tears, it grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out.
Katsuki didn't see the rest of its body. He hopes he never will.
[Podfic] Hollow Ripples
Rating: Not Rated Length: 35:30 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
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Summary:
The only reason Shouta didn’t die is because Bakugou is a terrible listener, and the only reason Bakugou’s alive is because of a dead boy.
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The aftermath of the USJ.
— I'm tired. Exhausted, even. Yeah, I'm exhausted. I've already done enough.
happy Valentine’s Day!!💘
my name’s vveuso and i wanna share my itafushi art with you!
imagine being the fast food worker that did it
This deserves a goddamn repost.
Restless Heart Syndrome - Suguru Geto animatic ♡
URARAKA AS GOJO!!!
I originally didn’t plan on finishing this, but! I had a spark of motivation, something I can thank my partner for. Really, it’s a blessing to share my life with someone so supportive and patient, and I’m. So, so beyond grateful. That being said? Itafushi is a ship I enjoy, because their dynamic reminds me of my lover n’ myself. Soft for them, always. I think they deserve a soft, domestic life together.
i got a little lazy on the coloring
jjk masterlist >_<
Multi Character (3+)
most likely to...
kidnap you
Satoru Gojo
gojo geto headcanons pt 2 pt 3
Black roses
Suguru Geto
gojo geto headcanons pt 2 pt 3
Yuji Itadori
megumi and yuji oneshot
Megumi Fushiguro
megumi and yuji oneshot
Inumaki Toge
mute!reader
Nanami Kento
sick!reader
gulp...it's renovate masterlists day...
yan!jjk - who's most likely to kidnap you?
8- Toji Fushiguro
Okay listen, the only reason this guy isn't kidnapping you is because he's living at YOUR house. You make the money, and he trusts you to be fine on your own. The worse he'd possibly do is keep you on house arrest so he can make sure you're safe and it ends very shortly. Over all he can't afford (literally) to not have you go outside.
7- Yuji Itadori
This is mostly the same reason as Toji's - he doesn't have his own house. The dorm is very cramped for two people and even then someone would notice the noise. But the most important reason, Itadori doesn't want to ruin your trust! What if you never want to hug him again???? He doesn't want to see you sad! You're perfectly fine at your own house right now!
6- Megumi Fushiguro
While it's very likely that he could kidnap you as he has a house, the house is the problem. He lives with Gojo, and he doesn't think kidnapping would just be excused. Even if Gojo excused it, he'd feel sorrow for all the annoyance Satoru would cause.
5- Choso Kamo
I feel like Choso would be very guilty of kidnapping you. Just like Itadori, it'd break his heart seeing you so sad. The only difference is he can keep you trapped in Dagon's domain! It's a lovely place so perhaps you'd get used to it.
4- Kento Nanami
Nanami is very middle of the road. On one hand, if you had some kind of disability or you were sick (see sick!reader fic), he'd kidnap you. He doesn't want your safety to be risked at all. But if you are none of those, he wouldn't see a reason to, he'd much rather coax you into moving in with him rather than ruining your relationship entirely.
3- Suguru Geto
Suguru is kidnapping you, no questions asked. You think he's just going to let you run amock and get killed because of your connections to him?? No no, you're much safer inside the cult, where no one can get you without passing the sorcerers. He's definitely a bit lax when it comes to you going outside- as long as it's with someone he trusts.
2- Satoru Gojo
It's not safe for you to date AND roam around. Satoru's being constantly targeted by curses and curse users! They're going to use you one way or another! You're never leaving, that's the point. But it's okay! He'll still bring you your favorite food! And you still have him to talk to! Do you have a death wish asking for him to be a bit more relaxed about this? Don't you care about him!!!
1- Ryomen Sukuna
It's Sukuna. What'd you expect? He wouldn't even let you MINGLE with other humans before you're on house arrest. You must always be near him, who'd even try to damage the most protected human? He does not PLAY about this, he makes sure that Uraume keeps an eye on you when he can't be there, and his servants are the utmost loyal to him. You're not getting away- ever.
Upcoming Works ᰔ
Yan! L
Yan! Butcher
Yan! Megumi and Yuji pt 2
Yan! Gamer pt 2
Yan!Sukuna Headcanons (^_^)v
a/n: me when the me when the cutie, this was a bit inspired by black forest cookie's backstory
cw : slight gore (eyes), bad family, tell me if I missed anything!
ship: sukuna x offering!gn!reader
yan!sukuna who's tired of the same festival over and over again...yes it brings him gold and fortune that is basically a bribe so that he doesn't destroy this village. Another gold piece he'll never wear and another...
yan!sukuna who's a bit confused by who's kneeling in front of him right now. your parents(?) are raving about how you'll be a perfect spouse—servant—anything, anything he wants. you don't seem all that disturbed, just looking at him with those big eyes...looking at him like he just created the universe.
he accepts the offering- you - mostly because of confusion and curiosity. he doesn't really know what do with you. he sends you to help Uraume with tasks, you make a mean tempura that even he bothers eating. he's never had many companions as a cursed spirit except for uraume, especially a non sorcerer, you claim your parents never taught you how.
yan!sukuna who grows fonder as you spend time with him. when he's destroying another village that doesn't quite please him, he let's you stray to the pretty flowers (not too far though, you're still his). uraume also seems to..tolerate you? you can't tell, they gave you a lot of cooking lessons though!
yan!sukuna who keeps...staying close to you. one of his lower arms is always there, lingering on your hip. the only time it's not is when you could possibly be in danger. he likes how your eyes always look away almost as if it's a sin.
he likes giving you the eyes of the most 'fair' person in the village. they're never as fair. never as beautiful.
"My spirit..do you see how I cannot compare your beauty to anyone else?"
yes this is a wee bit ooc but listen!!!!!!!
*slight NSFW?
Concubus reader in jjk save me... Concubus reader in jjk save me...
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