“you Don’t Believe That Sex Is The Most Intimate Thing That Two Can Do Together?” You Repeat Sukuna’s

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Summary - You and Yuki were inseparable as children, practically attached at the hip since the two of you met. But childhood can’t last forever.

When a marriage proposal is given to your Father he accepts it to help pay off his gambling debts. You are sent off to your Aunt’s house to prepare for your upcoming marriage, leaving Yuki behind. After you come back to find her gone and her family’s farm in ash.

Many years after Yuki’s disappearance an outlaw comes to town with the same golden hair and eyes you could drown in. Is she the same person?

If so, do you both still fit together the same way as you once did?

Pairing - Outlaw!Yuki x Reader

Content - Hurt/comfort, afab!reader, fluff, angst, death, 1800s time period (all the issues that come with that), prostitution, sexism, talks of underage marriage, alcoholism

The door to the house they are raiding last is wide open and she walks through like she owns the place. The family here seems to have already fled, probably because of the rumors that her gang was coming to this town next.

She looks around the house and her eyes catch on an emerald green dress. It is rumpled on the wooden floor so they must have dropped it on the way out and not deemed it important enough to come back for.

Yuki picks up the dress to look at it. She is reminded of a life that feels like a hundred years ago. She remembers meeting you for the first time, your anxious excitement as she showed you around the farm. She throws it over her shoulder and continues looking for whatever she can find.

When she gets to the bedroom door and sees a bed empty of linens. The window is open and the curtains flap in the wind. But the closet still has some clothes and she walks over in interest.

A turquoise blue dress is nestled in between pairs of pants and shirts. She grabs the new clothes and the dress. A hope small in her chest that she may see you in something similar if she sees you again.

Yuki needs to stop being so sentimental.

Satoru's mother hates how overly affectionate you are to her son.

Your mother-in-law, the lady of the Gojo Clan of the Great Three Sorcerer Clans, would throw endless "tsks" and "tuts" at you whenever she catches you red-handed spoiling her son. You'd argue that it wasn't really spoiling but more of being an attentive wife.

Satoru was a lovebug, after all. An honest to goodness, "Oh, this man is obsessed with his wife" kind of guy. He was always going, "Where is my WIFE?!" "Wifey!" "My wife!", and wasn't at all embarrassed to express just how much he loves you. You, in turn, never shy away from reciprocating his affection, whether it's by returning his crushing embraces or calling for him through the rooftops so he could hear where you were, regardless of who else could hear you. He didn't give two shits what his family thought of him, but his relatives and servants have lost count of how many times his piercing glares have sent a chill down their spines whenever they made even the slightest attempt to comment on your behavior.

They would catch you two in the strangest of situations. Strange in a sense that your affection for each other is so foreign to them. You, running your fingers through his silver hair, helping him out of his clothes... You being the first thing he seeks out whenever he arrives home. And him bringing you countless pretty and sweet things to fill your shared bedroom...

Your mother-in-law often tells you to stop coddling him, that he isn't a child to be babied— ("He's the strongest sorcerer of your generation, for crying out loud!" She'd always say...)

"He may be the strongest sorcerer of our generation, but he's still my dearest husband. And in our home, he is that and that alone."

Then again, Satoru has always been an odd bird himself, so together, you two made a lovely feather duster.

I’m back with a nasty hang over but I’m alive

Thinking about Outlaw!Yuki who brings back things for you from her gang’s raids.

Anything that she thinks you might like is taken and presented to you with all the air of a supplicant before a Queen. Yuki spoils you so much and all you have to do in return is look pretty and maybe give her a kiss here and there. Out of everything she has brought back for you, your favourite was Nobara.

Yuki had found the girl abandoned in the town square. She had been so scared and maybe Yuki really did have a spark of maternal instinct. She had picked the girl up by her collar, like a kitten being picked up by scruff of its neck by its mother, and put her on her horse. The girl had kicked and hit her the entire way back. She recognises the same fight Yuki had when she was younger.

You had scolded her for thirty minutes when she presented Nobara to you like a wet cat. But soon enough you were mothering Nobara as if she was your own.

Yuki thinks that you guys make a good little family.

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Just me and my favourite maniac against the world

is your comfort character also a sad pretty boy with trauma and questionable morals or are you normal

I refuse to be controlled by a calendar, Happy Easter everybody 🐇✨

Have a Bunny Geto post for your Easter baskets 💕

Drunk!Geto would be so clingy with you. He was brought into the house by Nanami and Gojo and he instantly latched onto you once you opened the door. He would sweetly talk about how much he loved you and how much you meant to him. When you responded to him with the same affection he would get all happy, he also was more bold. Letting his hands run down your hips to grab your ass as he talked to you in a drunk affectionate tone like he wasn’t grabbing your ass. When he got into bed with you, he would keep his head resting on your chest listening to your heartbeat as he hummed. He would lift his head and look at you with a small frown when he felt you try to move away from him. All he wanted was for you to be close to him, even if he was drunk.

I have officially made up my mind that I will, it is only going to have four characters included but more may come to my brain soon

After Saint I think I am going to do a tarot themed series, I don’t have everything worked out yet but it sounds fun