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yami revamp very very soon… 𓈒 ݂Ꮚ݁ ⷭ⸝⸝ʚ̴̶̷ · ʚ̴̶̷⸝⸝՞𐦯˚ ݂𓂂 if final exams dont kick my ass jeeezzz

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what in electras complex???
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hai my babies… ive been super busy, like usual, but i’ll rebrand soonnnn since im so bored of looking boring hehe i miss my icky gege :(
been thinkin abt wanting to pee and gush all ovveeer gege’s dick :ppppp
oldercousin punk!caleb in the works… 🐾

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also whoever anonieeee was that was talking abt testing gege’s patience oh baby ur mind u are so smart 💭 will be writing abt that
hi babies ໒ ݂𓈒𓏼 .﹏. 𓏼ིྀ ̥১ eating gummies as i speak
୨୧ — Every damn morning like clockwork, 5:45 AM. Tiny fingers pry one of Sukuna’s eyelids open, a small face hovering inches from his own. Her hair still wild from sleep, cheeks flushed with excitement, "Papa! Wake up!" Small hands nudging him while clutching her pink brush and collection of scrunchies against her pjs, "Hair time!"
Sukuna clicked his tongue, a massive hand engulfing her tiny face as he gently pushed her back, "Go back to bed, brat."
"Nooooo!" She whined, pushing his hand off her face and climbing onto his broad back, "You promised!"
With a displeased groan, he rolls over, causing her to slide off his back with a delighted squeal. Sitting up while running a hand through his own disheveled hair, he looks at the brat he helped create with a scowl, "Gimme that," he grumbles, snatching the brush from her.
She scrambles into his lap, her small back pressed against his chest, practically vibrating with excitement. Sukuna couldn’t relate, it was early… too early, like always. He looks down at the top of her head and mutters under his breath, "She was supposed to be a boy..."
Propping yourself up on one elbow, you trace your fingers over his the tattoos that decorate his warm arm, "You say that every morning," you tease him softly.
"Because it's true every morning," he fires back, but the corner of his mouth twitches upward. Awkwardly, he begins working through her tangles, his calloused hands- hands that at times come home bloody, now trying to be gentle with his daughter's delicate scalp.
"Ooww! Papa!!! You're pulling!"
"Stay still then..." he grunts, trying again with more care, "Your hair's a damn mess." As he brushes through her strands, he couldn't help but think how absurd this was- he was Sukuna Ryomen, the fucking guy who’s got everyone pissing their pants in fear… The guy who was born out of bloodshed, who's never had a single care for the lives he's taken. How the hell did he end up with a little girl, a wife, and a home? … His eyes softened as they narrowed, how the hell did he find himself fearing for this tiny things future- the day she's old enough to be married off to a man like him…?
He’s grown soft…
But it doesn't mean he won't rip out the throat of any man who dares lay a finger on her...
You watch, warmth spreading through your chest at the sight of Sukuna struggling, being utterly defeated by a five year old's bedhead, "Want me to take over-"
"No!" both father and daughter respond in unison, making you throw your hands up in surrender before they decide to kick you out of bed.
"I got this," Sukuna insists, his fingers, more accustomed to handling weapons and violence than hair accessories, fumbling with the thin strands. His brow furrowed in concentration as he attempted to separate her hair into sections. How the fuck was he supposed to make three even parts again?
Your daughter looks over at you, wholesome pride in her eyes. This was their thing- this morning struggle that somehow means everything to both of them. Even if Sukuna doesn't admit it, he loves being the protective girl dad... enjoys feeling needed and special in this way.
You lean against his bare shoulder as you watch him separate her hair into three uneven sections, trying to remember how braiding works. The girl in his lap patiently waits with the biggest smile, offering encouraging words as if she's the adult coaching the child.
"Papa! Papa! Like this! Over not under, remember? You did it yesterday!"
"Yesterday I fucked it up too." he mumbles, starting over for a third time.
When he finally manages something resembling a braid, secured with her favorite sparkly leopard scrunchie, she hops off his lap to examine his work in the bathroom mirror. You take the opportunity to press a kiss to Sukuna’s shoulder, then his neck, then the corner of his mouth, "Looks like you're getting better~."
"Don't start what you can't finish," he warns, his voice dropping lower as he turns to catch your lips properly. His hand coming up to squeeze your cheek possessively.
Your daughter returns before you could respond, beaming despite the crooked, messy braid that's already coming undone at the bottom, "Perect! Thank you, Papa!"
Sukuna breaks away from you, looking down at her, at this tiny little being who fears nothing about him... not his size, not his tattoos, not how he puts the fear of god in her preschool teacher. She sees only her papa, the man who makes her burnt pancakes and braids her hair poorly.
The man who protects you- her mother, and would do anything for her. The man who would secretly die for her…
Placing his hand on the top of her head, he gives it a little ruffle, "Yeah kid... perfect."
papa!kuna leaves you alone at parent night for five minutes and comes back to shut something down instantly.
the hallway outside the classroom is louder than you expected. not chaotic, not overwhelming, just full in a way that makes everything feel closer together. voices overlap in low conversation, parents introducing themselves, teachers greeting people at the door, the faint scrape of chairs from inside the room as people settle in early. it’s normal, completely ordinary, the kind of environment you move through without thinking twice.
beside you, sukuna feels like the opposite of that.
he stands just slightly behind your shoulder, hands tucked into his pockets, posture relaxed in a way that only makes him look more imposing. he hasn’t said much since you parked, just a quiet exhale here and there, the subtle shift of someone tolerating a situation rather than participating in it. his presence draws your awareness even when he’s silent, like the space adjusts around him without permission.
you glance back at him, adjusting the folder in your hands.
“it’s just a parent night,” you say, softer this time, like saying it gently might make it easier for him to accept. “it’s gonna be fine.”
his gaze flicks from the classroom door to you, unimpressed, unreadable.
“i’m not worried.”
it comes out flat. like the idea of him being worried is almost insulting. you hum under your breath, not arguing, just reaching for the door and pushing it open.
“right.”
he follows when you step inside, and the shift is almost immediate.
not dramatic—no one stops talking, no one stares outright, but there’s a subtle change in the air. a few heads turn, quick glances that linger a second too long before sliding away. conversations dip just slightly, not enough to draw attention, but enough to feel. it happens in small waves, like people noticing something out of place without wanting to acknowledge it.
big yuji

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𝜗℘ ˖ ࣪ . ˖˙ outlaw!toji loves taking care of his pregnant little wife, away on their own ranch :: tags. fluff. wild west au. pregnancy, age gap, size difference.
the late afternoon sun spills gold across the valley, painting the weathered porch boards in warm honey. you lean against the railing with one hand while cradling the gentle swell of your belly.
you’re six months along now, heavy enough that your balance betrays you on uneven ground. the baby kicks once right under your palm. you smile while rubbing slow circles over the spot.
boots thud behind you—slow and unhurried. toji’s shadow falls long and broad over yours before his arms cage you gently from behind, big hands settling on either side of your hips. he doesn’t press close the way he used to. these days he measures the new space your body demands.
“still out here starin’ at the horizon?” his voice rumbles low against your ear, just as gravelly even after all these quiet years.
“mhm. watching for trouble,” you tease as you tilt your head back until it rests against his chest.
if any of my followers wanna be mooties lmk ꒰ ๑ơ ₃ ơ꒱ i wanna be more interactive w everyone hehe
oh em gee would u ever write abt big bro caleb with his biceps around readers neck ?? possibly jealous bigbro caleb tooo???<333
kinda unhappy w this :( hope this does justice for now anonieee might write something new w this concept jus for u hehe cw incest obviiii
“aw baby,” caleb tuts mockingly, a stupid snarl tugging at his lips, “that stupid fucking mouth of yours—hah. bet those little boys could never fuck you the way i do, hm?” you’re too lost for words, brain turned to mush with the way he’s plowing into your tight little pussy from behind. you couldn’t even respond if you wanted to, not with the way you’re drooling all over his digits stuffed in your mouth.
“too dumb around your big brother’s dick—shit—thought you were a big girl, hm?” all you could do was shake your head in response. caleb’s hand swats at your numb ass, grabbing at the fat so easily. “squeezing ‘round me so tight, such a greedy little girl.” his heavy balls hit your clit with every thrust, making you bite down onto his fingers and roll your pretty little eyes into the back of your skull.
caleb starts to get annoyed with the lack of words from you. it’s his fault, actually. he is quite literally reducing you into nothing but pure putty in his hands. “fuckin’ into you as if you deserve it,” he scoffs, “caught you over here flaunting your shit to some stupid fucking boys.” the mere memory of catching you in the act of taking lewds for some guys you claimed were your friends makes him livid. you could tell by his tone and the way his thrusts deepened, impossibly reaching in further, tip grazing your cervix.
“they can’t fuck you like i do, princess.” he tauntingly smiles down at you, arm hooked around your neck as he presses you against him. you’re sticky, and limp against him, drooling all over his arm like the mess you are. you hum, mumbling incoherently. “am i right?” you nod, moaning as his dick hit you in places that made you see stars. that doesn’t satisfy him enough. “can’t hear you, baby. maybe i gotta fuck you til’ you pass out on your big brother’s dick… you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” his breath tickles down your neck. “yesyesyes gege,” you manage to choke out, blissed out expression on your face.
caleb grins. his arm tightens a bit more around your neck, testing you. “there’s my baby. your big brother is the only one for you.”
hai babiesssss i am not doing so well mentally & ‘m busier than i thought !! school is taking a major toll on me too, i’ll get back to posting & writing asap :(
my mind is occupied w punk!caleb (⸝⸝๑﹏๑⸝⸝) dare i say he’s older cousin or stepbro mmmm my yummy babiiiiii

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ur literally my fav gegeleb fic writer!! would love to see more ♡
hi anon babi !!! thank uuuu i love u somuch mwa mwa mwaaaa been on a writer’s block recently :( gege misses u all i swear
I love my perv gege caleb! please keep indulging us with your writing~
hehe m so glad u guys love him as much as i do !!! sorri i’m slacking recently … ૮◞ ‸ ◟ ა life has been hectic as of recently but gege will make his comeback sooooonnn