Just Gonna..drop These Here For Some Inspo…

When tumblr refreshes itself and the fic I was reading fucking disappears forever 💔

I’ve been searching for a smau I was reading for three days 😔

Watching a scary movie with Sukuna and he just laughs when you suggest the idea- only to end up with his 7+ foot self laying on your lap, your hands in his pink hair, trying not to cackle as the king of curses flinches at every cheap sound effect.

Sukuna is the type of husband who NEEDS to hold you when he sleeps.

Before he started being in a relationship with you Sukuna had trouble finding sleep in most nights, probably due to his bad working routine and messy habits that got fixed after you came into his life. And now he can't sleep unless his wife is safely wrapped in his arms.

You could be watching TV after a day at work and Sukuna will come home next probably tired as hell and in need of a nap. He is quick to wrap his arms around your hips and gently take you into his arms as he carries you to the shared bedroom, Despite your endless protests asking him to take a shower first,

"Kuna you stink, go take a shower first"

"Calling your husband stinky? You wound me darling"

"Sukuna please.."

"Fine then, but we shower together"

"But I just showered-

"Too bad brat"

When it's time for sleep, he patiently waits till you're done with your skincare routine. And if you take way too much time for some reason, like your friend calling you at the last minute to spill the hot gossips of the day Sukuna is there to remind you he's ready and set for his bedtime by scoffing loudly enough for you to hear. Petty man.

Taking a pee at night? Grabbing a late night snack because you're hungry? Those are impossible to do without waking Sukuna up. The moment you sit up in the bed, he's already awake, grumbling in his sleep and asking what the hell are you doing before pulling you back to his arms.

That one time you managed to sneak out of the bed without waking Sukuna up. You mentally praised yourself for the victory as you snuck in to the kitchen to eat the last piece of the chocolate cake. Before you can even take 3 bites you hear footsteps behind and when you turned to look, it's half awake and half asleep Sukuna with the blanket hanging by his hips like a toddler who ran out of their bedroom searching for their mom. He's scrutinizing his eyes at you, trying to figure out what the hell are you doing. Then he sees the chocolate cake and the icing around your lips and his face instantly takes a betrayed expression.

"Kuna-"

"So you left your husband, all alone, in this fucking cold weather just for chocolate cake?"

"We have a heater-"

"That's not the point, the point is how a chocolate cake worth more than your husband"

"okay now you're being dramatic"

"This is straight up gluttony"

"Sukuna!!"

It's gotten bad to the point where you can't even sleep one night away without feeling guilty because you know this man is wide awake and restless without you in the bed. Yet you wouldn't change a single thing. The way Sukuna's strong arms wrap around you, keeping you warm and safe while soft hum of his snores disappearing into the crook of your neck, it's everything you will ever need.

And you hope it never changes.

take the blue line

i love london

I don't know about y'all, but it makes me so angry and not able to understand why people still use the 'fluff' tag even when their writing is pure smut.

i should not have the displeasure of seeing literal SMUT when i search for fluff. like why should the top post be of reader receiving devious backshots from gojo. make it make sense.

you can continue writing what you wanna write since it's not hurting anybody, but PLEASE, use the tags correctly

if i’m ever brutally murdered and everyone feels like they need to do something productive in my memory, all i want is for you to pass legislation banning LED headlights in my name. regardless of how irrelevant it is to my murder. it’s relevant to my heart.

clan rival! satoru who was raised to see everyone as nothing more than an obstacle, their name was as old as the history books itself, a reminder that no one could ever stand on the same side as him.

clan rival! satoru who looks at you like you're beneath him, like your very existence is a nuisance, a Zen'in—nothing more than a name added to the list he was raised to crush beneath his heel.

clan rival! satoru who never misses a chance to belittle you, his voice dripping with mockery whenever he calls you by your last name, making sure you never forget that to him, you are nothing more than another enemy.

clan rival! satoru who has been competing with you the moment you started training your jujutsu techniques, from who could expel a curse faster to who could land the first punch. Because losing to you was never an option.

clan rival! satoru who’s always been one step ahead of you, smirking across the school grounds training hall, taunting you with his insufferable arrogance, making you want to carve that stupid grin right off his face.

clan rival! satoru who doesn’t hesitate to fight you, but something about it feels less like war and more like a dance—one that neither of you can bring yourselves to end.

clan rival! satoru who tenses when you lean in after defeating him, your voice taunting him as your fingers gripped his chin just hard enough to bruise as you whispered in his ear, “Aw, you said you were the strongest? That’s cute.” He scoffs, but his ears burn red.

clan rival! satoru who would rather die than admit he respects you, so instead, his words were sharp as a blade, cutting you down at every opportunity, watching to see if he can finally make you break.

clan rival! satoru who should want nothing more than to see you fall—instead, he finds himself watching you too closely, focusing the way you move, memorizing your little mannerisms, the way you glare at him like he’s one of the curses you’d like to exorcise.

clan rival! satoru who hates you. Not because his elders taught him to, but because you never back down. Hates the way you make his blood rush hotter than it should. Hates that no matter how many times he tries to put you in your place—he can never get you out of his head.

clan rival! satoru who grew up alongside you, from kids to powerful sorcerers, yet somehow it never stopped being you versus him. But each mission when the stakes got higher and every battle was bloodier than the last, he starts to wonder—does he really hate you, or has he been afraid of losing you all along?

Best friend!Gojo always called you by cute lil’ nicknames - always. Everything from “pipsqueak” to “loser” to “sweetheart”, and if they made you all flustered then even better.

Best friend!Gojo doesn’t correct anyone who assumes you two are dating because of that- he would absolutely nod at the old lady at the supermarket who playfully told him it was rude to call his girlfriend a loser. “So true, ma’am, but my sweetheart is so cute when she gets mad at me so I simply must.”

Best friend!Gojo almost doesn’t even ask you out - he just calls you his one day. In the most casual, domestic setting - a little “can you pass me the napkin, my girl?” And that was that, you could be called any nickname in the world; but most importantly it was his.