From Me To You — Gojo Satoru X F!reader

The sukuna with a shy daughter was sooo good. I loved it! Can we have more of them where its just sukuna and his baby girl in different situations and theres a lot of people and he has to deal with his brat?

peasant food — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: i am a big fan of sukuna with a shy daughter so i am super glad you like it too

right now, you’re standing beside your dear husband sukuna who stands with his arms crossed, watching with a frown as your daughter hands out food to the poor.

you almost let out a giggle, but then you feel his hand squeeze your hip in warning.

you huff in protest; however, he doesn’t let you dwell on it for long, as he hands you a necklace he just…acquired from somebody.

your little girl, on the other hand, with her wide eyes and gentle smile, kneels by a villager, offering him a bowl of rice.

“here you go,” she says sweetly, her tiny voice almost drowned out by the village noise. “you must be hungry.”

sukuna’s brow twitches as he clenches his jaw. “what in the hell are you doing?” his deep voice rumbles, earning a few fearful glances from nearby villagers. they recognize him, of course. the king of curses himself.

nobody dares to approach.

d/n looks up, flustered by her father’s glare. “I’m giving them food, papa. they’re hungry,” she answers, trying to keep eye contact, but she gives up half-way through and looks away.

sukuna’s eye twitches. “you’re supposed to cause pain,” he growls, leaning down with his arms crossed, looming over her tiny form. “not make people happy.”

you stifle a chuckle, placing a gentle hand on sukuna’s arm. “she’s just being kind,” you murmur, amused by his growing frustration.

sukuna throws you an incredulous look before turning back to his daughter. “kind? they don’t need kindness. they need fear, suffering. let them be hungry.”

“but… papa, that’s mean,” she protests, her little face scrunching up, and her lips wobble a bit. “they’re sad because they’re hungry. don’t you want them to be happy?”

sukuna steps back, his face twisting in disgust. “no. I don’t want them to be happy,” he replies right away. the coldness in his tone is enough for the nearby villagers to flinch.

you shake your head, eyes flitting and watching some of the villagers finally scramble away.

he looks at you with a small click of his tongue. your daughter, however, just looks up at him with innocent eyes, blinking slowly like she doesn’t understand why he’s so upset.

“b-but I like it when people smile,” she insists softly, handing another bowl of rice to a small child who hesitantly approaches. “it feels… nice.”

sukuna groans, running a hand down his face in sheer exasperation. “you’re supposed to be a curse, not some…do-gooder.”

he looks at you as with a quick side-eye.

“I think it’s sweet,” you say, shrugging lightly. “she’s got your stubbornness, you know.”

sukuna glares at you, then back at his daughter, who continues to hand out food, humming happily.

“I can’t believe this,” he mutters, watching her with narrowed eyes. “you’re lucky you’re my daughter,” he grumbles under his breath, crossing his arms again.

your daughter stands up after giving away the last of the food, her face glowing prideful but still timid, as she tries to convince her father with her point of view. “see, papa? they’re happy now.”

“you’re impossible,” he grunts, reaching down to ruffle her hair, though he tries to hide the fondness in his movements. the sharpness of his look returns a little as he says, “this doesn’t mean I approve.”

your daughter nods cautiously, before fidgeting with her fingers. ultimately, she decides on something. “do you want some rice, papa?” she asks softly, holding up an empty bowl.

sukuna scoffs, rolling his eyes. “I don’t eat peasant food.” he straightens up, glaring at the remaining villagers who are brave enough to linger nearby.

with just one look, they scatter, leaving the streets eerily quiet.

“but it’s nice!” your daughter insists, her voice earnest as she pouts slightly, her cheeks puffing out in frustration. “please, papa?”

you can’t help but chuckle at the sight of her trying to negotiate with him, and you lean in closer, nudging sukuna with your shoulder. “maybe just a taste? for her sake? please, honey.”

sukuna’s brows furrow in thought, and he glances between you and your daughter, who is practically bouncing on her toes with hope.

he crosses his arms again, acting indifferent. “fine. just a small bite. but I’m not doing this because I want to. understand?”

“okay!” your daughter replies, earnestly, her face lighting up as she dashes to a nearby vendor who is still watching with cautious interest.

sukuna watches her go, shaking his head. “unbelievable,” he mutters, but there’s no real anger in his voice now. it’s more of a begrudging acceptance.

“who would’ve thought you’d have such a kind-hearted little girl?” you tease, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“she’s a curse’s daughter, not a saint,” he replies, but there’s a softness in his tone that you recognize.

his gaze follows your daughter, who is now engaged in a small conversation with the vendor about the best rice. “she should be causing chaos, not handing out food like some charity.”

you laugh lightly, leaning your head against his shoulder. “maybe this is her form of chaos. besides, look how happy she is.”

sukuna’s expression shifts, and you can see the conflicting emotions playing out on his face. he wants to be frustrated, to be the fearsome king of curses that everyone knows him as, yet here he is, watching his daughter bring joy to others.

your daughter returns, bowl in hand, and holds it up proudly. “here, papa! just a taste!”

he takes the bowl and raises it to his lips, taking a small, measured taste of the rice.

“well?” your daughter prompts, her eyes wide with anticipation.

he chews slowly, contemplating the flavor as if he’s analyzing a potent curse. you can see the wheels turning in his mind, weighing the taste against his own expectations.

“it’s... not terrible,” he finally admits, and your daughter squeals with delight, jumping up and down.

“see? I told you!” she exclaims, surprising sukuna as it is the first time he has seen her so excited. “it’s good, isn’t it?”

sukuna shoots you a look that says he’s still not convinced, but the corner of his mouth lifts slightly, revealing a hint of amusement. “you’ve successfully managed to corrupt my child,” he mutters to you.

“awesome,” you grin, “do I get a reward for being able to corrupt like you do, my husband?”

he rolls his eyes then presses a firm—borderline aggressive—kiss to the top of your head. you pull away and frown, “you tryna squish my head or something?”

“you ask for affection, but can’t handle it?” he tilts his head, a slight smirk on his unfairly handsome face.

“🤏🤏🤏🤏🤏”

“huh?”

“mama, how did you speak in drawings?”

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Thinking about how Diavolo’s feelings transcend time and how in the Nightbringer UR+ card Demon Lord’s Castle Tour this conversation happens.

When asked, “Do you wish to see your father?”

Diavolo responds:

“I suppose I do . . .” isn’t the typical reaction to how a child would feel about wanting to see their parent. Especially when said parent has essentially been in a coma for a year.

Along with how Diavolo describe his father.

It makes more sense why when you learn in Lesson 56 how Diavolo was treated by him growing up.

Diavolo can tell when others are lying but is unable to understand his father’s intentions.

Diavolo mentions that he lived a very sheltered life growing up. That from a young age his father never allowed him a chance to talk to anyone outside the castle.

That his childhood friend was Mephistopheles. A demon literally RAISED to be his friend. Putting a barrier between the two because Mephistopheles would put Diavolo on a pedestal.

The isolating childhood he experienced riddled with his strict father constantly scolding him.

Despite everything MC is so important to him he wants to see his father again so we can meet.

how would reader and gojo react to megumi bringing a girl home?

the fushigojos are back baby!! thank you anon 💙

“i’m kind of busy right now, gojo,” you grunt, dodging a swing of the curse’s limb and silently thanking nanami for the bluetooth piece he’d given you on christmas. it was almost like he’d known something like this would happen.

“but, babe, it’s an emergency!”

“is this a ‘somebody is bleeding or missing a limb’ emergency?” you ask, your sword piercing the body of the second curse of the evening, effectively exorcising it. “or another ‘megumi doesn’t like avicii’ kind of emergency?”

“none of the above!” he insists in your earpiece. “it’s even worse than megumi’s lack of musical taste!”

“oh, what could possibly be worse than that?” you ask dryly, resisting the urge to roll your eyes and take your gaze off the curses closing in on you.

“he just called and asked if a friend could come over after school!”

that actually gives you pause. “wait— like a human friend? cause i told him last time that actual dogs that our landlord can see and hear aren’t allowed in the apartment.”

“yeah, a human friend! now don’t you understand why i’m freaking out?” he’s only gotten more dramatic with your own shock at the predicament. “we know tsumiki’s friends, sure, but we’ve never met one of megumi’s! mostly cause he doesn’t have any, so what do we do?”

you swing at a lunging curse with one arm as you check your watch, grimacing when you see it reads 3:25pm. megumi gets out of school in five minutes, and it only takes him ten to walk home. no way you’ll make it before then.

“just put some snacks on the table,” you instruct. “all of megumi’s favourites and a handful of the candy from that jar you keep at the back of the top shelf. don’t do anything else until i get back.”

“okay! so that means you’re coming home soon though— hey, wait a minute! how did you know about my candy stash? i put it on the top because—”

“because you think none of us can reach it,” you finish, actually rolling your eyes this time. “i’ll refill your jar like tsumiki and i always do, just put some out in case megumi’s friend doesn’t like veggie trays and candied ginger.”

“wait, you guys steal from it too—”

you yank your bluetooth out before he can finish complaining.

-

you finally check your phone as you drag yourself up the stairs of your apartment. it’d been buzzing insistently as you’d finished up your mission, gone to the school to report back to yaga, and grabbed some take out on the way home.

[83 texts from satoru gojo]

[22 missed calls from satoru gojo]

sighing, you hit clear all and shove your phone into your pocket, exchanging it for your keys and jamming them into the lock.

when you get the door open, the first thing you register is how unnaturally quiet it is. it’s so quiet that all you can hear is the hum of the air conditioning. the last time it was this quiet was after suguru—

you set the takeout bag on the counter, the crinkle of the plastic bag suddenly the loudest sound you’ve ever heard as you peer over the counter at the scene in the living room.

gojo’s seated in the arm chair, manspreading, of course, elbows planted on his knees as he stares over the rim of his shades at megumi and who you assume is his friend. when you said not to do anything else, you didn’t think he’d take you seriously (mostly because gojo rarely listens to you at all)

“hi,” you say, taking a step into the living room. “it’s nice to meet you, i’m megumi’s other guard—”

it’s a girl.

gojo makes an exasperated noise, and megumi rolls his eyes. “wait,” you pause, tilting your head at the girl sitting beside him. “aren’t you the one shoko’s mentoring? i didn’t know you went to the same school as megumi.”

she opens her mouth to reply, but your red-faced megumi stops her. “we’re just here to work on a science project,” he explains. “gojo-sensei isn’t letting us go.”

“why not?” you question, averting your gaze to your boyfriend, who jumps out of his seat and pulls you towards your bedroom, telling the kids not to move a muscle and that his six-eyes see everything.

“because we haven’t had the talk with megumi yet,” he reasons urgently. “we can’t leave him alone with a girl. what if he doesn’t know what to do?”

you draw back to stare at him in confusion. “know what to do— satoru, do you even know what the talk is?”

he just blinks at you. “the sex talk. how to have sex.”

oh, to be the strongest sorcerer alive, whose education growing up was limited to cursed technique application and nothing further.

“it’s about how and when to do it safely,” you correct with a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “and he’s only 14. we agreed to give it to him when he turned 16.”

it’s almost amusing seeing him so worried, eyes darting from you to the door as if he could look through it. “so we’re just going to let him go into his room with a girl? don’t you remember the first time i got you alone in my room—”

“first of all we were 19 when that happened, and second of all i did all the work because,” you poke a finger at the centre of his chest, “you were some touch-starved virgin who lasted less than two minutes.”

“hey!” he whines, batting your hand away. “you agreed never to bring that up again, and we’re talking about megumi right now!”

“just have them work on their project at the dining table,” you shrug. “and she’s basically shoko’s student, remember? she’s not going to make a move on him or anything.”

his frown just deepens. “but what if—”

“no.”

“or maybe—”

“no, satoru.”

he slumps in defeat, grumbling as you twist the doorknob open and pull him outside with you to explain the set-up to the kids.

you have to yank gojo into the kitchen with you to stop him from hovering as they settle at the dining table, pulling out textbooks and sheets of paper.

“see,” you tell him. “completely innocent. i’m glad he’s finally made a friend.”

and she comes back, too. sometimes with shoko, sometimes without. you don’t even end up giving him the talk early, because once gojo’s warmed up to the idea of megumi having a friend?

he breaks out the photo albums.

“and this is the time megumi tried to cut his own hair because he didn’t like the undercut i might have messed up! he had to wear his hair down for a while and looked like a coconut!”

he doesn’t know when to shut up.

“megumi! here’s your laundry! only three pairs of underwear this week? how many days in a row do you wear them? ha! kinda gross, dude.”

and he doesn’t have a filter.

“did you know megumi’s scared of cats? once when he was in third grade he was chased home by a tabby and i think it scarred him for life. good thing you don’t have any cat shikigami.”

you learn, quickly, that sometimes he’s his own brand of contraception.

Showing 'Excitement' in Writing

Eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Bouncing on the balls of their feet.

Clapping hands together in delight.

Speaking in a high-pitched, rapid tone.

Grinning from ear to ear.

Jumping up and down with joy.

Hugging others spontaneously.

Cheeks flushed with enthusiasm.

Widening eyes and raised eyebrows.

Waving hands animatedly while talking.

Giggling or laughing uncontrollably.

Unable to sit still, shifting in their seat.

Heart racing with exhilaration.

Feet tapping or legs jiggling.

Practically vibrating with energy.

Exclaiming, "I can't believe it!" repeatedly.

Reaching out to touch or grab someone’s hand.

Dancing or spinning around.

Clutching their chest as if to contain the excitement.

Practicing or rehearsing what they’ll say or do.

chu, i'm going to cry 'cause listen what just popped up in my brain;

le satoru waking up from his deep slumber because all of a sudden he can't breathe, and then he realizes that it's his little one sitting on his face, butt right on top of his nose and mouth.

turns out, our baby boy just wanted to sleep with his papa, which is an almost rare occurrence considering the fact that he is a mama's boy.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

- 🪷 (have a great day/noon/evening/night, love!)

suddenly it’s hard to breathe, and it smells too—!

satoru wakes up with a jerk and total fright as his breathing way is blocked off. it took him exactly one second to figure out that it is, in fact, his crawling baby’s butt and diapers right in his face.

“—!” he immediately snatches him and picks him off his face. “my god, you just sat on me! and— did you poop… on me?!”

the babbling baby looks up to him with total innocence, not even comprehending that his papa is so aghast at his antics.

“how could you?! only your mama is permitted to sit on my face,” he grumbles, levelling a disbelief stare on his own progeny. this kid… his rebelliousness must be from you.

baby puckers his lips, before crawling closer and nuzzles his face into his body.

“oh you…” satoru’s horror of being pooped on dissipates that instant when he realizes his mini-him is actually seeking comfort. he pats his little back, feeling so full and giddy, all his grumbles forgotten. “ahh!! you’re so adorable, come— come to papa!”

in the end, after he changes his diapers and washes his own face (because honestly… for such a small thing, his baby does smell) he pulls him closer, and chomps his face playfully.

“it’s only when mama is out that you come to me…” he sullenly accuses as his baby looks at him with total wonder. “you’re playing favorites! hmph!”

“bwa.”

“what? you want to sleep with me, don’t you?”

“mwa.”

“hmph noted. let’s sleep together~”

Steps to Write a Genuine Platonic Relationship

1. Establish the Foundation

Define Their Connection: Decide what brings these characters together—shared history, common interests, or a deep emotional understanding.

Set Boundaries: Clarify from the start that their relationship is non-romantic, avoiding any lingering tension that could be misread as attraction.

Give Them Complementary Strengths: Show how they support and challenge each other without romantic implications, emphasizing mutual respect.

2. Shape Their Role in the Story

Decide Their Impact: Determine how their bond influences the plot—do they solve problems together, serve as each other’s moral compass, or push each other toward growth?

Avoid Romantic Clichés: Refrain from using traditional romantic tropes like longing glances, accidental physical tension, or excessive jealousy.

Show Their Value Beyond Love: Let their relationship be crucial to the story in a way that isn’t reliant on romance or tension.

3. Build Their Dynamic

Use Natural Banter: Let them have inside jokes, tease each other, or share moments of camaraderie without any romantic undertones.

Create Moments of Deep Understanding: Show how they confide in one another in ways they wouldn’t with others, reinforcing their trust and emotional closeness.

Let Them Have Other Romantic Interests: This solidifies that their bond isn’t about unspoken attraction, making it clear that romance isn’t lurking in the background.

4. Define Their Chemistry

Make Their Interactions Unique: Ensure they have a specific energy that distinguishes their bond from romantic connections in the story.

Emphasize Loyalty Over Possessiveness: They can care deeply about each other without feelings of possessiveness or unresolved tension.

Show Physical Comfort Without Romance: Casual, platonic touch like a ruffling of hair, a side hug, or a reassuring pat on the back can reinforce their connection without romantic connotations.

5. Demonstrate Their Impact on Each Other

Let Them Grow Together: Show how they influence each other’s decisions, ambitions, or emotional development without needing romance as a motivator.

Create High-Stakes Moments: Put them in situations where they rely on each other, proving their bond is just as deep as any romantic relationship.

Allow Conflicts Without Romantic Resolution: If they fight, let their reconciliation stem from their friendship and values rather than an underlying romantic interest.

6. Develop a Satisfying Arc

Decide Their Long-Term Dynamic: Whether they remain lifelong friends, drift apart naturally, or take different paths, ensure their bond leaves a lasting impact.

Showcase Their Relationship’s Meaning: Highlight how their connection was vital to their growth, reinforcing the importance of strong, platonic love.

Avoid Unnecessary Romantic Subtext: Let them stand as proof that deep, meaningful relationships don’t need romance to be powerful.

Examples of Strong Platonic Relationships

1. Film/TV Examples

Frodo & Sam (The Lord of the Rings): A loyal, emotional bond built on trust and shared hardship.

Robin & Steve (Stranger Things): A brother-sister-like friendship that develops beyond a possible hetero-romance.

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes (Captain America): Sibling-like love based on support, teasing, and mutual admiration.

2. Literature Examples

Duke the Guarder & Dawn Demiss (The Guardians of Camoria series): A deep friendship based on emotional intellect, trust, and shared insecurities.

Jo March & Laurie (Little Women, after rejection): A lifelong friendship that remains strong despite romantic expectations.

Harry Potter & Hermione Granger (Harry Potter series): A close friendship built on trust, emotional support, and respect without romantic tension.

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thank you @celestialgarden23 for the request :)

Chuu you've said that baby gojo is a calm baby, but I think he would be a little fussy when he just wake up or still feel sleepy — all he wants is his mommy! So, imagine, baby and dad gojo is sleeping on the bed, then baby wakes up. Gojo is nervous because he thought baby would cry as le reader is nowhere to be found but baby just climbed up to dad's embrace and fall asleep again🥹

that would be so precious 🥹 ofc baby will be fussy at times🙂‍↕️

gojo wakes up to the shuffling of sheets, and when he cracks his eyes open, he sees his baby scrunching up his face, squirming and he swears he is just a few seconds away from bursting into tears—

“oh no,” he is mentally thinking where you are because you’re not on your side of bed, and really about to catch him and soothe him so he won’t wail when suddenly the baby clutches his pyjamas top with his little fingers, and buries himself on his chest.

“oh…” something just melts inside him, seeing that now his little pumpkin goes back to sleep while attaching himself to him. gojo breaks out into a fond grin as he too resumes his sleep.

“so clingy, just like your mama… sigh.”

Omg chuu imagine baby gojo sees a childhood picture of dad gojo and when reader asks who that might be, baby is just like “me!” because how similar they look🤣

“look, aren’t i handsome here?”

gojo proudly points out at a picture of him during his baby days—seemingly calm with the very same white hair and cerulean eyes as his son on his lap.

your son, who can only manage short sentences at almost 2 years old, is immediately fixated on the picture.

“now, say yes~” gojo tickles his baby that he laughs. “aren’t your papa so good-looking? this is why you look good too!”

“yaaay!” his son giggles happily, before suddenly jabs at the picture with wide smile: “me!”

“huh?”

“meee!” he looks at gojo with so much happiness as he points at his picture. “me! me! me!”

somehow, the sight of his baby identifying his childhood picture as himself makes gojo warm all of a sudden. he’s been with him for almost two years already, but somehow right that moment, it dawns on him again that this little boy in his arms is really his to protect.

“yeah. it’s you, that works too, kiddo,” he pats him on the head, a fond smile on his face.

📨— YOU'RE STRUGGLING.

``drained of all my hour,

but you're there to pull me from under,``

SATORU, SUGURU, SHOKO, SUKUNA × GN!reader

🫧. idk if you guys notice but I make the reader has different personalities lol

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