If I’m Ever Brutally Murdered And Everyone Feels Like They Need To Do Something Productive In My Memory,

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.

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 😔

Me when y/n is acting like a little fucking child for male validation

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 you notice me reblogging

a repost

stolen art

false information

etc.

please let me know, you’re not rude or annoying and I actually do give a fuck and I will correct my mistake, thank you

Nanami: Initiate Phase 2.

Yuji: I forgot what Phase 2 is, but I'll assume we just run in like we discussed.

Nanami: Affirmative.

Yuji: I'll assume that means "yes".

Nanami: Roger.

Yuji: My name's Itadori.

calebmc core:

Best friend!Gojo proposed to you at precisely age six and held up the honor of your marriage all throughout. He was loyal, devoted, celebrated your anniversaries without you realizing the pattern. 

Even a good couple decades later when you two are finally together and settled when he tells you this- you’d be like “Satoru, what do you mean you always acted married to me- I dated other people in high school??” 

Only for your boyfriend (longtime husband?) to answer serenely, “I merely forgave you for you infidelity, my wife.”

Husband!Gojo who always sheds a few tears every time he’s assigned a mission far, far away. Hugging you like some overgrown octopus and weeping into your hair like a maiden while you giggle- “Satoru, it’s for two days.”

Husband!Gojo who doesn’t care if it’s two days or two minutes, he’ll be teleporting into your damn living room mid-mission with a constant coo of “Hey, baby, on my way to the fight now.” “Wanted to see your beautiful face right now- this special grade curse is ugly.” “Heh- about to finish him off, gimme a kiss for good luck, wifey~”

Husband!Gojo who will still embrace you like he hasn’t seen you in years the moment he finishes off that mission and teleports home- and not to mention the way he’ll pound you right then and there in the doorway. “Satoru, you haven’t seen me for ten minutes.” “Ten minutes too long!”