“Ooo look! Doesn’t that one look just like us?” You exclaim while pointing your index finger to the baby-blue sky above you, a beaming smile tugging at your lips.
Ryomen Sukuna's eyes followed your leading hand, squinting once they had reached the two potato-like clouds you were pointing to. For a moment, he thought his vision was finally betraying him after 1,000 years-and-counting of being alive; that blob of air did not look like him in the slightest.
With two folded arms resting behind his head, he attempted to find a way to nicely break it to you that a measly cotton ball rip-off did not, in fact, coincide with his looks.
“How on Earth does that resemble me, woman?” He replied, a third hand petting your head as you comfortably rested against his chest.
You could hear the rhythmic heartbeat coming from under you, pounding softly against your ear as if you were holding a stethoscope to his body. A hum escapes your throat, playing alongside the pulsating melody he emitted.
“Maybe you’re not looking hard enough~”
Sukuna rolls his eyes in response, not having it with your teasing today. Bold of you to question his words, reckless, but nonetheless bold.
“I assure you,” he reiterated, ruffling your hair before his eyesight returned to the heavens above, “something as pathetic and feeble as a cloud is not something I’d compare myself to, you brat.”
He was only teasing you right back, but just like he expected, your expression had already dampened with disappointment. There was a feigned pout on your face as you glanced up at him — nonverbally speaking volumes the longer you held eye contact.
He knew you always dragged him on these silly sightseeing dates (not that he’d ever call them that) because you enjoyed seeing a softer side of his personality. It was silly of you to think he’d ever allow you to bear witness to such a thing — if he ever had it in the first place — but this time around, it seemed like you finally achieved what you so desperately desired.
“But,” he adds in an attempt to soften the blow, his hand reaching down towards your face so he could caress your cheek. The defeated man sighed one last time after falling victim to your guilt-tripping puppy eyes, internally questioning his entire existence from what was about to come out of his mouth.
“A cloud so… fluffy… and appealing,” he describes the thing hesitantly — for lack of better words, “is one I would use to describe you.”
Your ears perk up at the statement, the pretend pout from earlier quickly replaced by a smug grin.
“Oh my gosh what was that – I’m so sorry my ears must’ve missed it. Can you please say that again?”
In a not-so-innocent manner, you batted your eyelashes at the man, which was only met with a blank expression on the verge of breaking. He would’ve probably replied with something along the lines of, ‘bitch, are you deaf?’ Alas, the benevolent Sukuna himself decided to let you have this one — just this once.
‘Ahem!’ he cleared his throat to make sure you got his message this time around. “A cumulus pales in comparison to your beauty, little one.”
Rubbing tiny circles into your cheek, his gaze remained fixated on the two stupid clouds that set this whole absurd scene in motion. Silence befalls the conversation for a moment, your ears in disbelief at his words. Adding anything else would’ve probably single-handedly undone the atmosphere you worked so hard on creating, so you silently took this win… even if only for a few seconds.
“You totally have a crush on me, don’t you?”
“Need I file for divorce so you’ll quit spewing nonsense all the time?”
“Ooh so you’re in love! Even better~”
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Hello! You wanted ideas? I have a random.thought I'd like to share! Oh I am a writer myself, so bear with me here!
Imagine that after the with shishitoren, you go to check Ume's bite. Because you know, bites can get infected awfully easily.
After checking, it seems fine. Just like Ume promised it was.
So you say " Hm, well.. from all have seen, it seems like you will have a very interesting hicky."
Which makes Ume slightly concerned:
" Yeah it's not that- wait what? That you had seen?"
You giggle and confirm. The boy freaks out:
" Y/N, seriously, what do YOU know about hickys??"
To which you smile at him before walking away:
" What I know indeed~"
That makes him flush red. Worried sick and slightly jealous by what that means.
But the thing is, you were used on trying to hide your friend's hicky. So you have seen a few.
Alas Ume wondered what you meant. Kotoha had to reassure him you were just messing with him.
Once alone, he wondered what it would be like to give you hicky. Which made him blush a lot and he started to scold himself to have such thoughts and tried to forget that idea.
But the image of a mark on you looked pretty good on his head.
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OOOOOHOO THIS IS SO YUMMY
imagine the conflicting feelings Ume would have 😭
“Ume?” he hums in reply, eyes still glued to your face as you stand between his legs and scan him for more injuries, “Move your neck a little, lemme see the bite.”
He tilts his head to the right, just a bit. Though he’s told you he’s fine, you always like to check, to make sure it’s up to your standard of fine.
You’re so..cute. He wants to bite you up. “That tickles!” he whines as your fingers splay on his nape as you unwrap the bandage to change it.
“Woah!” you exclaim with a chuckle, leaning down to look at it,. You’re so close to his face, his cheeks rings with the lightest shade of red, “That’s going to heal and look like someone gave you a huge hickey! The boy are going to have a field day teasing you.”
His blush darkens at your teasing words, “W-what?” he chuckles, “How’d you know what a hickey looks like?” he teases.
You just smile and wink at him teasingly and if it was any other situation he’d have taken your wrist and pulled you to him and kissed the daylight’s out of you but now he’s-
What is he feeling?
It’s not something he feels very often, there’s nothing for him to be feeling this way over.
“Is my boy jealous?” you croon from above him, your hands slowly making their way to the back of his neck and playing with the strands there, each stroke making him more pliant in your hands, his head tilts up seemingly of its own accord.
You’re so unbelievably adorable. He’s never adored someone this way, and his blood runs cold when he thinks that someone else got to love you before he did. That maybe your hands played with their hair and you kissed them when they were tired too.
“Me? Jealous? Please.” he scoffs, looking away, desperately trying to calm his nerves. You huff out a laugh and step back from the circle of his legs, taking the first aid kit back to the storage on the terrace.
With your back turned, you don’t see your boyfriend whip his phone out and hurriedly text someone like a mad man.
“Hello my sweet younger sister i know you and my girlfriend are close did she date anyone before me? haha :DD”
“….Uhh.”
“DONT BE MEAN.”
“She hasn’t been this serious with anyone.”
“Rlly???”
“Yes, you big BABY. I’m busy! Tell the boys to come over later, and you bring my friend with you, i’ve missed her.”
“You’re telling me to come over? AWWWWW MY SWEET SISTER🥹🥹”
“i take it back, STAY THERE.”
“🥺🥺🥺”
“BYE.”
Your hands wind around his neck from behind and you smooch his cheek, he closes his eyes in glee and leans to smother your face in little pecks that have you giggling and him pulling you into his arms again.
After a few moments of silence, he speaks, “I lied. I was jealous.”
You snort, “Knew it.” He shoved you a little and you laugh.
“So.. was your boyfriend better than me?” he raises his eyebrow teasingly.
“For the record,” you meet his eyes, “You’re my first serious boyfriend, and the only one i’ve ever kissed, so you don’t have to be that jealous. And I know so much about hickeys because i had to help my friend hide them many times for school.”
He heaves out a sigh, “Ah I see.”
“You baby.”
“I’m your baby.” he sing songs and your face flushes.
He has direct access to your neck in the position he has you in, and he gets the urge to shove his face into its crook and kiss you there. Maybe even leave a mark of his own, maybe leave a few of them. So anyone who saw you would know that you were all his and that they couldn’t have you. He’d be quick about it too, just a kiss and a nip and a soothing kiss again-
“Hey, you with me?” your voice drags him out his thoughts and he blushes, looking up in an attempt to hide his face from you. He feels a little ashamed to have thoughts like this, if you ever found out, you’d be so creeped out, he’s sure of it. He should just come clean and apologise.
But then he feels a light kiss on the column of his neck, right below his ear and his eyes roll back.
He’s the strongest guy in Furin. He leads a gang who is feared among others. He’s a force to be reckoned with.
But right now, he’s weak. You let him be weak and he’s never been more at peace.
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You know what i like about phil ships. He is just soooooo obsessed with the other person.
Pissa = old man crying over seeing skull. Old man sobbing over missa mention. Old man excitedly running towards husband when he shows up, then proceeds to declare his love at the end of every sentence. "kiss me right now, on the lips" 👈 LOVESICK WET BIRD
Codebreakers = have you seen how much he brings etoiles up. Every chance he gets hes babbling on about how cool and capable etoiles is. When they meet, ANY chance he gets to interact with him he WILL. Spots a pixel of etoiles in a crowd must approach must call him the goat. Theyre both so enthuasiastic about praise, they simply keep stacking compliments. Phil just wants to play around and have a praise battle in a loop forever
Fitza = to be fair fit is instigating things more but they just keep piling weird and genuine compliments higher and higher. Every chance at praising fit he gets, he takes it. Every chance at showing off to fit, he takes it. Fit showing off to him he loves and vocalises this love in peculiar ways. Whatever fit says phil is nodding along to. So true bestie.
Philhalo = Another guy he talks about often when capable and cool people are brought up in conversation. Phil respects badboy but he also wants to antagonise him sooooo bad. He sees badboy he NEEDS to punch him. One manditory swear word drop per interaction BUT after that he will respect the language policy (as best he can, he is very bad at it). I need them together more i need phil trying so hard not to swear and also praising badboy and also being a bastard about it.
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