Birthday Candles With Gojo !

bringing back this series from @/creamflix because this is a sukuna-centric blog and i love my man and this is literally me and him

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who is ridiculous when it comes to technology. just recently you bought him an ipad with a sim in it, and he seems to be using it just fine. maybe a little too fine, because one casual look at his screen-time made your eyes comically pop out.

17h 34m.

seriously, does your boyfriend even sleep? when does he sleep? what is he doing when you're gone? after a very strict interrogation with your grumbling bumbling boyfriend, you find out that your dumbass boyfriend! sukuna has fallen down the rabbit hole of tv shows and movies. hulu, amazon prime, apple tv, netflix, you name it, he has an account on it. you can't even stay mad at him, it's not like you can always be at home with him and honestly? good on him for finding this way to spend his time.

but on the flip side, he is on his way to becoming a letterboxd elitist with the amount of content he's watched. and since he is the ryomen sukuna, he obviously has many colorful opinions about what he has watched. it's not like he's gonna be a raging film bro unless you introduce him to the app-

too late.

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who is now raking in numbers and criticism solely based off his watched movies alone. he doesn't leave reviews often, but when he does he asks you to type it for him. during these moments, he calls you his scribe, cackling when you deliver a sharp smack! to his arm in response. or when you're not at home, he uses speech to text, which results in his reviews being awfully written and not at all proofread. somehow they are also the ones that do the best and end up as meme templates on twitter.

some people know of dumbass boyfriend! sukuna and his letterboxd account because of his twitter presence (that he's honestly abandoned out of his sheer fear disgust of the men who want to "touch him" and the women who want to "no lube no protection all night" him ever since he accidentally posted a picture of his feet). the people who don't know him however, are quick to cite him as a bot, saying there is no way that someone can watch this much content "even if they were unemployed." but how can you tell them that your dumbass boyfriend! sukuna is…not like other guys? literally.

dumbass boyfriend! sukuna who complains to you about his screen being dirty. it was bound to happen of course, his ridiculously big thumb-prints all over the screen, having never cleaned his ipad even once ever since purchase. so you casually mention that he needs to “clean it.” pretty simple right?

wrong. so wrong.

you wake up from your nap to the sound of clattering from the kitchen and your boyfriend nowhere in sight. you figured he woke up earlier than you to finish a show he was talking to you about (spoiler: the boys) and was making a snack for himself. you don't think much of it, ready to go back to sleep until you swore you heard the sound of sizzling. you know better than to leave your almost 7 foot boyfriend alone in your kitchen, and you rush to find your dumbass boyfriend! sukuna holding up a bar of dish soap. against his ipad screen.

“'kuna, what are you doing?”

“you told me to clean this device.”

“not like that!”

needless to say you spent a good one hour on call with apple care's customer support, all while dumbass boyfriend! sukuna has you on his lap as he grumbles about “stupid human policies.” for his birthday, you gifted him a box of screen cleaning wipes, and updated his letterboxd bio to "my girlfriend put me on timeout for the rest of the week, so i won't be active here."

Unspoken Bond one-shot | husband!sukuna x wife!reader

Summary: Sukuna gets into a motorcycle accident and forgets who you are.

Genre: modern au, 18+, established relationship, memory-loss, fluff

Word Count: 2.1k

Fic warnings: ooc, profanity, sexually suggestive language

a/n: tysm to @univocalbaby for the idea!!!!

It’s the eighth day Sukuna’s been in the hospital following his motorcycle accident. You were thankful he lived through it and only broke a leg, but he’s unfortunately suffering from short term memory loss according to the doctor. 

You haven’t been around him while he’s been awake yet. The only time he really was awake was when he briefly came to consciousness shortly after he arrived at the hospital. 

You aren’t 100% clear on what had happened because you were going through every single emotion when the doctor was telling you, but apparently he woke up confused and tried to fight everyone that was on staff that night.. which led to them sedating him.

Multiple times. 

Bless his heart, he probably deserved it given the fact that there’s been hospital security sitting outside the room 24/7 after that incident occurred. You only hoped the next time he woke up, he’d be a little calmer, more open to hearing out the nurses and doctors around him rather than trying to pummel them, again.

You’ve stayed by his side for the most part, only leaving the hospital room for an hour or two at a time to go shower or take a walk. You’ve also gone to his favorite bakery to grab his favorite donuts every morning in hopes that he’d wake up to something freshly made, although he has yet to do so. 

You’re starting to think they gave him a horse tranquilizer, and just by looking at your big brute of a husband, you completely understand.

Luckily, the staff had no problem taking the sweets off your hands at the end of each night, you’re sure it also softened them up towards him as well. 

Turns out the patient from hell on floor 27 has a sweet wife, so he can’t be that bad, right?

It’s currently 11:27 am and you decide to tidy up his room a bit. Some of the flowers that were first sent to him have begun to die, so you do away with those. You also try to clear up the counters and floor as much as you can. 

Sukuna was quite the clean freak, even though he’s never complained or gotten mad at you for random clutter around the house, you just decide to clean up because you know it’ll bring him some clarity when he eventually does wake up. 

Right when you finish, you hear a grouchy little ‘ahem’ from across the room and you can’t help but hold back laughter when you turn around to look at your husband who’s obviously been awake and watching you for quite some time now. 

You don’t know if you’re just happy to see him awake or if it’s from the way he’s glaring absolute daggers at you, unable to move because one of his leg’s in a cast and propped up in a sling that’s hanging from the ceiling. 

He clearly doesn’t remember who you are and you’re genuinely curious to see where it’ll go from here because he was a bit of an asshole when you first met him.

“You’re awake,” you offer him a smile as you walk up to him and you can tell Sukuna is trying so fucking hard to not stare at your chest, because you are a stranger to him at the moment.

“And who are you?” He huffs out, most likely offended that you didn’t notice he was awake until he made it known.

“Your wife,” you say. The moment you tell him that he actually does look at your tits, almost believing you.

“Real cute, sweetheart,” he waves you off and looks out the window. “I don’t have one.” 

“Yes, you do.” You giggle at how quick he was to dismiss your claims. It reminded you a lot of how snippy he was with you before you started dating– when he tried to convince himself and others around him that he didn’t like you even though he did.

“No, I don’t,” he sounds so sure of himself as he crosses his arms and leans back to look at you, a little smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. 

You can tell he’s trying to flex his muscles in front of you– funny how the car accident wiped away his memory, but not his arrogance. 

But you can’t complain too much, you married this asshole. 

You also know him well enough to know the little smirk on his face could only lead to one thing, which is just ridiculous since he had just woken up. 

“I know what you’re trying to do,” his voice was seducingly low as he began to basically undress you with his eyes. 

“Oh yeah?” You raised your brows. “What is it that I'm trying to do then?” You consider crossing your arms as well but you already know he’d continue to stare at the focal point of your low-cut shirt. 

“You’re just another volunteer trying to fuck a patient,” he sneered. You nearly choke on air because he genuinely thinks that’s what happening right now— never failing to remind you how much of an idiot he can be sometimes. “Last time I checked, that’s against HIPAA.” 

“I don’t think you’ve ever checked HIPAA at all, because that would not be the case here,” you groaned, shaking your head. 

“And now you’re calling me stupid, you are never stepping foot in this hospital again.” He promises.

“I never called you that— what are you doing Kuna?” 

He reached for the red button next to his bed and pressed it while holding eye contact with you, menacingly. “Nurse! There’s a little volunteer girl in my room that’s sexually harassing me.” 

You stood there in absolute disbelief over how quick he was to snitch on you and it made you realize just how good you had it when he did remember he was married to you. 

“You’re quite bold, you know that?” He says, smiling as he rests his head on the palm of his hand. “If you had just been a little nicer after getting caught, I would’ve given you my number. You’re actually pretty fuckin’ hot.” He concludes.

“Yeah? You probably don’t even remember it,” you spat back and you’re pretty sure he didn't, judging by the way he scoffed at you and looked back out the window. 

He’s probably trying to remember it right now, but to no avail. 

“Mr. Ryomen? Is everything okay?” A nurse hurriedly rushed into the room shortly after he tattled on you. 

“That’s her,” he points his finger at you. “Take that box away from her and get her out of here.”  

“Mr. Ryomen!” The nurses hissed at him, remembering how he brutalized one of her colleagues when he first got here. “Do not speak about your wife like that, she has been worried sick since you got here!”

You completely stopped trying to explain yourself once she came to your defense, thank god you decided to give the staff the donuts rather than just throwing them away. Sukuna also quickly realized how badly he had fucked up because not only were you his hot wife, but now you were also mad at him. 

To his surprise, you ended up staying after the doctor explained everything that’s happened to him— which might as well be a punishment in itself since you barely spoke to him after that.

And it’s awkward seeing him trying to talk to you because he knows how much of an asshole he was being and he was honestly as nervous as he was when he was on his first date with you.

He did, however, “accidentally” drop the tv remote on the ground— making you grab it for him because he was looking at you with puppy-dog eyes, ultimately breaking the ice between you two because you felt bad for ignoring him.

You didn’t hand the remote back to him though and instead scooted your chair closer to his bed so you could lean your head against it. “Do you even like the show you’re watching right now?” 

“Not really,” he shyly admits before clearing his throat. “Will you put on something I like? Please?” 

“Of course,” you giggled and the sweetness in your voice made his chest flutter. 

“What’s in the box you brought?” He nodded towards the counter in the corner of the room.

“Your favorite donuts,” you gave him a smile, remembering how he had tried to have them confiscated from you before kicking you out of the room all together. “I’ll give you one if you can actually remember what your favorite flavor is.” 

“Not fucking fair,” he nearly lunged out of the hospital bed but was stopped by the cast on his leg. “Hand over the fucking box.”

“Nope. You never even apologized for trying to kick me out.”

“Fine, I’m sorry.” He says rather boyishly and glares at you for having the audacity to smile at his suffering. 

You thought it was funny, what a sick woman you were.

You get up from your seat to grab the box in the corner of the hospital room. Before you sat back down on the chair, he had already scooted over as much as possible and patted the side of the bed so you’d sit with him instead. 

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” he murmurs to himself the moment you opened the box in front of him. 

“What? These are your favorite!” You remind him, even though he really wouldn’t know until he actually tried one. 

“Mine or yours?” He picks one up and looks at the pink, sprinkled donut with disgust. “You’re messing with me.” 

“Am not,” you rip a bite-sized piece off the donut and try to feed him, but he just stares at you– looking extremely skeptical. “C’mon just try it, I wouldn’t bring you anything you wouldn’t like.” 

He quickly gives in because he honestly can’t say no to you. 

And instead of admitting you were right and that he did like it, he instead asked you to feed him the rest because he remembered he was your husband and it was okay to ask you to do that. You were happy to do so of course, especially with him going back to his soft self. 

For a moment, he couldn’t believe how easy it was for you to just.. take care of him. 

Wiping the glaze from the side of his mouth, asking him how his stomach was feeling, rubbing his arm as he told you that he was feeling fine, you looking happy with the fact that he was feeling fine. 

He doesn’t remember much about his life right now, but there was something deep down that knew what he had with you was something he’s spent his life searching for. 

The fact that he just woke up one day to this was a shock to say at the least. 

“How long have we been married?” He felt bad for asking, but wanted to know more about you. 

“It’ll be 4 years 6 months from now. And we’ve been together for a total of 5 years.” you tell him and watch the wheels turn in his head. 

“Wait– we got married that soon?!” He was baffled as he asked you to clarify. 

“Yes we did,” you giggled at his reaction, it was how everyone else reacted. “You were the one who insisted. You got me this big rock too to make it even more convincing,” you remind him as you showed him the ring he proposed to you with. 

He took your hand and inspected the ring. He didn’t remember how much he spent on it and honestly didn’t ever want to know because it was fucking huge. 

“Your hands are soft,” he absent-mindedly mumbles to himself as he starts to rub your knuckles with his thumb. “Tell me more about us.” 

And you do, for the next 4 hours. 

30 minutes into the story telling, he got you to fully lay down with him on the hospital bed with your head on his chest, caressing your back because it honestly just felt natural for him to do so. 

And about an hour in, he’s fully comfortable with you– laughing at all the fucked up stories you had of him that a normal person really shouldn’t be laughing at. But he was anything but normal.

After the 4 hours, he starts to fucking flirt with you because that also came naturally to him. You tell him he’s disgusting and make fun of his broken leg. 

Your eyes then roll in the back of your head after he cheekily tells you that his leg was very much broken, “but this dick isn’t”. 

And his memory might be gone for now, but neither of you were worried in the slightest. The chemistry was always there. You say you’ve known each other for five years, but after just spending five hours with you, he feels as if he’s known you his whole life. 

Even if he were to never regain his memory again, you two weren’t going anywhere– your souls knew who they belonged to at the end of the day and that’s all that really mattered.

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IM SO FUCKING PISSED I WAS READING A GOJO FANFIC AND I THOUGHT I LIKED IT BUT WHEN I CAME BACK IT WAS GONE. I MIGHT ACTUALLY KILL MYSELF

i can't get the thought out of my head that suguru would be the best friend that you fuck while drunk.

you and suguru were the best friends that kissed and fucked when y’all got drunk and stopped having shame about it when waking up the next morning.

it’ll start off with playful tipsy dancing, grinding on him and giggling into his chest the next minute, then suguru kissing your neck, then the next series of events hazy upon waking up.

suguru hates to be that guy, the guy who only fucked you when drunk, but it just felt so good to him that even his subconscious mind knew that his dick wanted you.

calling you for drinks or to a hangout he got invited to so he wouldn’t be in bed with someone who wasn’t you, with you being completely fine with it.

drunk sex with suguru was the best; it wasn’t anything serious, yet he still hit and touched every sweet spot that you had.

that nasty sloppy sex that hit so hard that you wanted to get drunk every day of the week just for him to fuck you, because two glasses of whiskey was enough to get him started and last a long time.

sloppy wet kisses down your neck to your pussy, getting you right every single time, his eyes hazy with that look he got every time he was drowning in between your legs.

he loved it—the taste, the thrill, being inside of you and feeling how you squeezed around him from every little touch...

… it was amazing, and neither of you could deny that; that’s why y’all kept on doing it.

is that a fucking SLUT I see?

BEST BIG BROTHER EVER 🥲

something changed - t.fushiguro

"hey did you-"

"get the apple juice for megs? yeah."

"what about-"

"yes, i also helped him pack his book bag."

toji furrows his brows, unable to remember the last time someone other than him had given his son this kind of affection. most of the time the people he dated looked at megumi with disdain, seeing him as an unfortunate add on rather. but not you, the second you saw megumi your eyes shone, you were elated to meet the little boy.

"... okay," he mumbles, still deep in thought.

"well don't sound too grateful," you tease, kissing his cheek and joining him on the couch, "you alright?"

"yeah just... can't remember the last time i wasn't the only one worried about the brat."

he pictures megumi's face, how his eyes brighten and he doesn't just smile, he laughs when you're around. toji's eyes soften and he can't help but grin at the thought. megumi loved you for sure and so did toji.

shit.

love?

it hit like a ton of bricks as he stared at you. you were rambling on about something or other but he couldn't here a thing. only seeing the slope of your nose and curve of your lips. he didn't think he'd ever be able to fall in love again... not after his first wife died. but here you were, waltzing into his life and taking care of both him and megumi. loving them both so easily...

"toji?"

he bliinks stupidly, his face going blank.

"huh?"

you laugh, that sweet precious laugh of yours pulls at his heart.

"i was asking if we should take megumi to the new water park tomorrow. i think he'd love it."

toji swallows hard then nods.

"yeah... yeah i think thats a good idea."

thinking of aftercare with toji but it’s not the typical aftercare you think of. This man has just taken you to pound town, your hair a mess, skin covered in marks and your entire body already feels so sore. Yeah, sure you guys cuddled a little and he gave you some kisses and told you how good you were at taking him, praising and assuring you, but one thing that never fails…he always orders food for the both of you after. Both of you sit in bed, naked, blankets draped over you as you stuff your mouth with a chicken tender dipped in sauce. “How you feeling, mama?” Toji glances over you at you, smirking. “Even better than before,” you hum, taking another bite of your food. “This is just what I needed after back to back orgasms.” He chuckles at your words, leaning over to press a kiss to your cheek before wiping the corner of your mouth with his thumb, licking the sauce off his finger. Your eyes flutter shut as you chew your food, resting your head on his shoulder. “Open up,” he says. You do as he says with no hesitation and he places some fries in your mouth. And in return, you give him a bite of your chicken. “I swear this shit tastes heavenly,” you say with your mouth full. “I love you, baby.” You look up at him through thick lashes. “I love you more. Good sex and good food, what more could we ask for?” He lets out a satisfied sigh. Nodding in agreement, you also add, “a good shower. You’re carrying me to the bathroom though. I don't think I can walk.” You poke his arm.

clingy!armin who can’t leave you alone to save his life.

“where you goin? can i go?”

“wait on me.”

“hold on.”

“come wit’ me.”

you heard at least one of those phrases everyday. not that it was a problem, but it was sure odd. armin was never that close to anyone else but you. he’d never admit that though.

sometimes when he realized it, he told his self he’d stop. until you asked him if he wanted to go to the store with you.

and don’t let it be night time because sleeping is absolutely draining around this man.

you get peace from sleeping around him, yes, but it’s in the middle of the night when you wake up wondering why it’s so hot, then see his full arm across your head. and since he’s drenched in sweat too.

or before you get in the shower, he’s always in the bathroom before you.

he always has to hold your hand anywhere. even at home. in the car, of course shopping, if it’s snowing outside, he’ll beg to hold your hand.

at any family event where his family invites you, or your family invites him, he’ll hang around you every time. he wouldn’t say it’s because he’s antisocial, he just doesn’t like talking to people like that. but he’s respectful.

he honestly follows you around everywhere like a lost puppy😭.

and when he’s out by his self (which is rare), he always has to facetime you, whether he’s saying something or not. when he’s staying somewhere else or when you’re staying somewhere else, going to sleep on the phone is mandatory.

both of you are clueless why he does the things he does when he’s around you, he just loves it.

ERM GUYS 🥹😫🤭😼😧🥰

they're watching that gorilla break out of prison to watch his son perform on stage