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“toji, babe, you can’t just hold megumi like that.”

you had left your husband and one year old son alone to go to the kitchen and returned a minute later, only to find toji holding your child like he’s holding onto a grocery bag.

“why not? kid seems pretty happy ‘bout it.” toji shrugs nonchalantly, looking down at the baby, “look at ‘m.”

your eyes move to focus on megumi, whose limbs are kicking around in the air, the back of his romper being held by toji’s rough hand. your son seems fine; no cries or protests. in fact, he’s happily sucking on his pacifier and those blue eyes of his are shining like he’s having the time of his life.

“see, told ya,” toji smirks as he sees the surprise on your face because of how content megumi is in such an uncomfortable-looking position, “no need to worry. ‘m strong enough not to drop him.”

you can’t help but roll your eyes and walk over to the couch, sitting down. you have a small bowl of food and a spoon ready to feed your child, “thanks. you can hand ‘gumi over now though. need to feed him.”

toji raises an eyebrow as he looks at the baby food. he sits beside you, placing megumi on his lap before grabbing the plate and utensil from your hands, “i can do it.”

he goes ahead and scoops up some mushed food, which is way too much for one bite. especially for a literal child.

“alright lil’ buddy, open up,” toji hums and guides the big bite to megumi’s mouth. your son parts his lips with a happy expression, taking in the food, but not without leaving a small mess around the corners. it’s expected to happen since his mouth had only so little capacity.

“tha’s my boy,” your husband grins before feeding the poor child another huge bite. more than half of it got smeared onto megumi’s chubby cheeks; his romper also catching some drops that fell from his lips.

though, that didn’t matter to toji. all that matters is that megumi isn’t making a fuss and that he’s happily munching on the food that he’s given.

the mess being made is of little importance to toji. the fact that he ‘succeeded’ in doing such a small task without making his son cry, is enough of an achievement for now.

“damn, i’m gettin’ pretty good at this parenting stuff, don’cha think?” toji snickers.

…well, it seems like he still has a long way to go for it to be considered ‘good’ enough by your standards. you’re glad he is trying at the very least.

You wake around two to a cold patch of mattress where Sukuna should be, and to the soft, blue-toned glow spilling from under the gaming room door. The silence in the apartment at night is heavy, broken only by the faint click of a mechanical keyboard and the low, muffled chatter of your husband and the boys through his headset.

Wrapping your duvet around your shoulders like a cocoon, you shuffle down the hallway, your eyes half-mast and your hair a bird's nest of sleep. You push the door open just a crack.

Sukuna leans forward, his massive frame silhouetted against his setup. He’s mid-match, fully focused, but the second the hinges creak, his head snaps toward the door.

you've heard of those jokes that some people make over their child resembling their father more than their mother, despite her having to bear all the troubles that come with pregnancy. you were a little prepared for it, not that you would have been unhappy with a mini rin.

ironically, your son bears all your features, from your hair colour to the shape of your nose, and the only tangible proof that rin had any part in his creation was his teal eyes and the itoshi family's signature underlashes.

but, it seems like your son inherited more than just rin's pretty eyes.

by this, you mean his propensity to drool almost excessively and gnaw on all his toys and, well, just about anything he can get his little mouth on. you know it's likely (definitely) because he's teething, but you kind of prefer to blame it on rin so you can tease him about it.

"baby, let's not chew on that…" you gently pry your son's mouth away from the toy, little whines of protest as you inspect the little indents on it, before setting it down and lifting him onto your lap.

your son's mouth instinctively finds your shirt to gnaw on, his saliva wetting the fabric. you would be more annoyed if he wasn't so cute…

"are his teeth hurting again?" rin suddenly materialises next to you, his shadow looming over. he leans down to press a light kiss on your forehead and to take your bitey child away from your poor shirt.

you hum in reply as you watch rin use a handkerchief to wipe his drooly mouth, your son babbling in response.

"must get it from you," you tease with a lighthearted smile, rin rolling his eyes in response.

"yeah yeah," he grumbles, sitting down. your baby, having exhausted himself from all the biting he was trying to do, sleepily coos, eyes drooping while he gets comfortable in rin's arms. you stroke his chubby cheek, leaning your head on rin's shoulder as the both of you watch him drift off to dreamland.

"i love you even if you drool, rinnie."

·.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. true form!sukuna has a huge size kink (+ corruption kink) and he isn’t subtle about it with you.

tags. dom heian era!sukuna x concubine!reader. smut. porn with plot. size kink / size difference. p in v -> unprotected. degradation. corruption kink (reader gets referred to as ‘naive’, ‘shy’). tummy bulging. loss of virginity mention. hymen breaking mention. cervíx fucking, ouch. lots of teasing. tiny bit of choking. tiny mention of blood tasting ? hint at ānal. reader get called ‘woman, brat, slut, little' :: wc. 2.6k

sukuna is intrigued by you. he’s always been since the moment he’s laid his eyes upon you. your loyalty and devotion to him are two aspects that the king of curses likes most about you. .

. . after your innocence.

it nearly irked him. every time he saw you hanging around the estate without a single care in the world. sukuna would attempt to intimidate you with serious threats. he’d loom over your short stature and look down at you with a malicious glint in his eyes. though, none of it seemed to work.

you were minding your own business, prancing around your apartment, cleaning up the mess while reorganising everything you saw fit, and you only momentarily bent over to pick up the papers placed on your floor right before—

smack!!

your perverted mess of a boyfriend found your ass almost instantly, your poor butt red and stinging from where his palm had just slapped it—you swore he was in another room before this, completely out of your reach, but the second your ass was up in the air it was like free reign to him.

“toji! where the fuck did you come from?!”

“seriously doll? that’s how you greet your boyfriend?” he said while sporting a stupidly smug pout on his face, trying his best to jut out his bottom lip and look innocent in the scene of the crime.

“you’re a gremlin.”

“a gremlin who’s very much in love with your ass.”

you roll your eyes at him moving along. but this was just routine to him—the second your hips tilted in the slightest, he was right behind you, his massive palm smacking the curve of your butt every single opportunity he saw fit.

you practically yelped and jumped into the air a little each time, and all it did was have him giggle like a teenager before walking away from you.

his arms always found the curve of ass no matter what—always kneading the flesh of your thighs and butt every opportunity he was given. every cuddle session ending in him poking your butt until you were giggling against his chest.

you always just let him have it—not this time though.

but right as he was walking away, you paced behind him, angling your hand to perfection before—

smack!

you hit him square on his ass, watching the flesh recoil a little with your hit and you instantly understood why toji did it so often.

“gah dayum how long have you been hiding that from me?” you said whistling while ogling at your own boyfriend’s butt.

he yelped like a surprised dog, his face tinged pink while he almost squealed at the sharp pain spreading through his cheeks.

“never do that again.”

“it jiggles. toji why did you never tell me it jiggles.” you say making a grabbing motion before he backs away from you.

“you’re worse than i am.” he says almost afraid.

“damn straight i am.” is all you said before trying to chase him around the house while this comically large man tried to hide behind your couch to escape his fate.

yall aint getting nothing new i have writer’s block now sorray. @yoonsucks @yorikae

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"kuna, i think we should break up." you say, standing over him as he manspreads on the couch. he looks up with an unamused expression, placing his arms above his head.

"yeah, we should." he agrees with you. meeting your eyes with seriousness. you freeze in front of him, brows furrowing.

"what?" you ask with surprise. "what do you mean, we should!"

sukuna shrugs with an arrogant smirk. "you said you wanted to break up, im just agreeing. its not that hard to understand."

you take a step back in shock. "you're supposed to be mad!"

sukuna chuckles, sitting up more straighter. his tilts his head up so he can meet your eyes. "i dont chase, love. we'll break up and i'll wait here till you come running back to me."

you scoff, rolling your eyes.

"why are you agreeing? shouldn't you at least ask why? maybe get a little emotional? you do love me, right?"

sukuna nods, a soft smile grows on his lips and he pulls your hips so you're standing between his legs. he presses a kiss to your tummy over your shirt.

"i do."

you frown. "then why aren't you pleading with me not to leave?"

sukuna smiles with a playful glint in his eyes.

"i know its a prank."

you stare at him, blinking for a few seconds. "how? my acting is good!"

you pout, crossing your arms over your chest and pushing him away. he laughs at you and leans back against the couch.

"saw the videos on your phone when i was looking for that recipe you wanted me to make."

you sigh and rub your eyes. "that's not fair."

he pulls you onto his lap and caresses your waist with his thumb.

"its fair for you to prank me then? not to mention, a break up prank?"

you look down. "shut up."

sukuna laughs, pulling you tightly against him. he kisses your earlobe softly, causing a giggle to escape your lips.

"if it would make you happy, i'd beg you to stay. can't live without you anymore."

jjk.mlist

content: pure fluff, husband!suguru x wife!reader

the soft light of the living room filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the hardwood floors. you’re sitting on the sofa, watching the most precious sight in the world: your three-year-old daughter, a miniature version of suguru with her dark hair pulled into two little pig tails and those striking purple eyes she inherited from your husband, as she waddled towards him.

she’s clutching her bunny plushie suguru had bought her—the one she refuses to leave the house without—against her chest. her chubby cheeks bounce with every step.

suguru is leaning back in his armchair, his eyes closed. the day has been long. the cult meetings, the political posturing, and the lingering, bitter taste of curses he had to consume earlier are weighing heavy on him. he looks exhausted, the faint lines of a headache forming between his brows.

your daughter stops at his knees, her head tilting to the side. she climbs up, her movements uncoordinated but determined, until she’s settled right in his lap. she presses her face against his chest, her physical need for affection showing in the way she immediately molds herself to him.

"hm?" she hums, tilting her head back to look at him. "daddy sad?"

suguru’s eyes flutter open. the moment they land on her, the tension in his shoulders vanishes. the cold, distant leader of the religious group is gone, replaced entirely by a man who is utterly devoted to the little girl in front of him.

"sad?" he repeats softly, his voice raspy but infinitely tender.

she nods solemnly and holds out her bunny, pushing the plush into his chest. "here. bunny make it better. he brave. and daddy brave. he gwuard daddy."

a small, genuine chuckle breaks from suguru’s throat—a sound he only ever makes within these walls. he takes the bunny with one hand and wraps his other arm securely around her small frame, pulling her into a tight cuddle.

"is that so?" he whispers, kissing the top of her head. "thank you, princess. daddy is fine, just a little tired from work. but i feel much better now that you're guarding me."

he spends a few minutes just peppering her face with kisses, making her squeal and wriggle with laughter, her chubby hands patting his cheeks. his heart is visibly full, the darkness of his job completely forgotten in the presence of her innocence.

finally, he looks up and catches your eye. his expression softens even further, a look of pure contentment washing over his features. he shifts on the chair, making room, and opens his free arm toward you.

"come here, baby," he says, his voice a warm invitation.

you walk over and sink into the space beside him. suguru lets out a long, shaky, but happy sigh, pulling you both close. he rests his head back, one hand stroking your arm and the other holding your daughter as she drifts off to sleep against him.

"my favorite girls," he mutters, closing his eyes again. "my whole world."

his stream is still rolling, the chat flying by in a blur of emotes and questions he barely glances at anymore.

satoru’s leaned back in his gaming chair, legs spread wide, headset snug over his white hair, mic picking up every low laugh he lets out while he queues into another round with the guys. the screen in front of him glows with bright colors and kill feeds, but his real focus is lower, right where you’re straddling him backwards, skirt flipped up around your waist, panties long gone.

“dude,” someone pings in.

“yeah, i’m here,” he murmurs into the mic, voice calm and easy like nothing’s happening, thumb brushing over the controller. “sorry about the lag earlier, my bad.”

you bite your lip hard to keep quiet, knees digging into the cushion on either side of his thighs.

he’s already inside you, thick and warm and so deep it makes your head spin every time you shift. he had pulled you onto him the second you started whining about how he never pays attention anymore, eyes half-lidded. “ride me then,” he’d said, simple as that, camera off but everything else still live. “show me how bad you need it while i finish this game.”

your hands grip the edge of the desk for balance, trying not to make the chair creak too loud.

every little roll of your hips sinks him deeper, the slow drag pulling soft, wet sounds that only you can hear. satoru’s free hand rests on your ass, fingers spread, guiding you just enough to keep the rhythm lazy and torturous. not fast, not rough but enough to make your thighs tremble.

“bro, you’re cracked today,” one of his friends laughs through the headset, probably thinking satoru’s tired.

satoru chuckles, the vibration running straight through his chest and into you. fuck.

“must be the vibes,” he answers, voice smooth, thumb pressing a little firmer against your skin as he makes you take another inch. you clench around him without meaning to and he exhales through his nose, quiet enough that the mic probably doesn’t catch it. probably.

“y’all seem to play weak tonight,” satoru responds.

you glance over your shoulder at him. his eyes are on the screen, lips parted just a fraction, but the way his fingers dig into your hip tells you he’s feeling every single flutter. he gives a tiny thrust up when you least expect it, just enough to bump against that spot that makes your mouth fall open in a silent gasp.

“keep going, baby,” he mouths, no sound, only the shape of the words while his teammate rambles about some play.

his hand slides around to your front, fingertips barely grazing where you’re stretched around him, teasing without giving you the friction you’re aching for. “nice and slow. let me feel you.”

your breath comes shaky, chest tight as you rock back onto him again, the angle letting him press so deep it borders on too much. the chat keeps popping off on the monitor, none of them knowing their favorite streamer is buried inside you, letting you use him while he casually calls shots with the boys. the contrast makes your stomach twist in the best way.

satoru leans forward a little, pretending to adjust something on his setup, and the shift pushes him even further.

you have to press your face into your arm to muffle the whimper that tries to slip out. and satoru notices, of course he does. that fuck-ass smug little huff of air leaves him as he settles back, palm smoothing over your spine like he’s soothing you.

“you good over there?” his friend asks.

“yeah,” satoru replies, voice perfectly steady even as he gives another lazy roll of his hips that has you seeing stars. “think imma need to sign out tonight, i’m not feeling well, chat.”

he keeps you like that for the rest of the round, making you ride him reverse, slow and deliberate, every movement dragging pleasure through you while he talks and laughs and plays like it’s nothing. when the game ends and he finally mutes for a second, he leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“blame me for not giving you attention again,” he whispers, breath hot, “and next time the camera stays on.”

“why do you hang out around my uncle?” is all yuji asked while you were sat at his coffee table, books spread over the place while sukuna found the two of you something to eat.

“im tutoring him, yuji.”

“whats thaf mean?” he says plopping onto your lap while you pinch his little cheeks, looking up at you with gigantic doe eyes. you’d built your persona around hating most things, but when this pudgy pink haired toddler was so insistent on being your friend, i mean who could say no to him?

“it means i teach him things that he doesn’t understand, baby.” you cooed while yuji giggled trying to grab your face and smush it together.

“does this mean he’s stupid?” yeah. you were going to get along with this kid just fine.

“i heard that, brat.”

“uncle kuna!! is stupid!!” yuji yells sticking his tongue out while he blew raspberries at him. while sukuna set down his snacks, seating himself next to you, glaring at the poor boy.

“i thought you hated kids?” sukuna says tilting his head, while slowly trying to pry yuji off of your lap—

“well, i dislike most kids, not yuji though!”

“pretty lady likes me!!” he clapped his hands together, curling into your lap while trying to evade his grumpy uncle who seemed dead set on prying him off of your lap.

“an enemy of my enemy is my friend. who’s my enemy, yuji?”

“uncle sukuna!” he cheers while sukuna was practically fuming next to you, trying to find out if there was a legal way he could make a kid disappear until the girl he liked who definitely didn’t like him would finally pay attention to him.

you gave yuji a little high five, the boy giggling against you while you looked at him, and for a second sukuna swore he saw your eyes soften a little—the walls that you’d spent so long building were starting a crumble and if having his gremlin of a nephew meant that you’d ease up a little, he could bite his tongue and take it whenever yuji gave him a smug look while being curled up in your arms.

LAST ONE FOR NOW. i’m tired huuuhhhgh @yorikae @yoonsucks

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