Pantastix

“And those are your eyes,” his tired voice came out. “And this is your nose,” accompanied with a boop, “and those are your precious cheeks,” a laugh escaped his lips when your daughter seemed to try to escape from the ticklish feeling of his finger and you chuckled at the scene. Your happiness was so contagious that your daughter’s lips twitched and a giggle escaped her lips.

“Oh,” Kento paused his movements but it only seemed to make your daughter giggle even more. “Look at you,” a smile broke on your husband’s face and he leans down to brush his nose against hers. “Is daddy your favorite comedian already?” And the louder her giggles got, the harder it was for your husband to contain his own laughter. He throws his head back on the couch and closes his eyes, and when he leans back down towards your baby girl, her smile only gets bigger and bigger.

You bring your legs up to your chest and watch the scene unfold with a heart full of love and adoration for your husband and the human being you both created. And when Nanami notices your silence, he supports his baby girl’s head with one hand and reaches his free hand towards your leg to caress it.

“Are you okay, darling?” To which you flash him with a smile that Kento could only describe as one that filled his heart to the brim.

“Never been better.”

°˖➴ when your baby first rolls over: [kamo choso]

You were well aware of how anxious and easily nervous your husband could get. Throughout your entire pregnancy, you were never allowed to be even a foot away from him. On a normal day, you would’ve asked for personal space, but lucky Choso, your pregnancy hormones seemed to make you even more attached to him.

Now that your baby boy was here, all of that anxiety and nervousness was doubled. Instead of worrying about one person and a bump, Choso had to make sure you and your baby were both okay all while trying not to tire himself to stay awake for you two. Night feeds were usually his favorite time of the day, despite your tired self and the sleepiness on your face, watching you try to hold your baby while feeding him always made him lean towards you and press a kiss to your forehead.

Your baby was about three months old when Choso started becoming even more involved with diaper and outfit changing. Not that he didn’t want to at the beginning, you were always far too nervous to let him do anything unsupervised. Your baby was currently on the bed while his father reached for the outfit that he laid out for him. And while Choso was always super careful, you had called out his name before walking into the room and so he turns his head to the door and is confused when you’re wide eyed and staring at the bed.

“What?”

“Look- the baby, Choso!” He turns to stare at his son and is pleasantly surprised when he notices that his son had fully rolled over and was now on his stomach. Your husband doesn’t say a thing as your baby makes noises, almost complaining to you both that he wasn’t seeing you and that his muscles were still too weak to support his head, so Choso rolls him on his back and leans down to press a kiss to his forehead.

“…don’t you think it’s too soon for him to try to leave mid-conversation?”

“Baby,” you let out a chuckle. “I’m sure that’s not what he meant.”

“He’s moving too quickly! What do you mean he was able to roll over?” Your husband complains and he slowly dresses up your son.

“It just means our baby is healthy and functioning well.”

“Yeah,” Choso says softly before picking up your baby. “Our baby.”

°˖➴ when your baby starts crawling: [fushiguro toji]

Toji always thought that he didn’t deserve a second chance at life. He simply thought it was too late to start over, that was until he met you and you made him realize that ‘too late’ didn’t really have a place in your dictionary. You made him experience everything all over again; from falling in love to raising two healthy babies along with Megumi and Tsumiki. You gave him a second chance at being a father all while helping him fix his relationship with his kids.

You always made sure to help Tsumiki and Megumi with their homework while Toji stayed with your baby boy and baby girl. He would sit on the floor and watch as they struggled to even hold up their heads and try to reach for him.

“Come on now, I know you can do it,” Toji held the toy your baby boy was whining to his father to give him, and your husband was very stubborn about what his kids were capable of. Tsumiki and Megumi were already excelling at different sports and even academically, and despite you trying to convince your husband that your babies were only six months old, he wouldn’t listen.

Shifting his attention from his son to his daughter, he reaches for the toy in her hands and slowly takes it away from her. He watches as a pout forms on her lips and her eyes get teary almost immediately, and Toji has never believed in mother instinct as much as right now, because you burst out of the study room at the same time as your baby girl crying.

“Toji,” your disappointed tone as you walked towards the scene made the man turn back towards his babies.

“I just think they should be crawling by now.”

“They need time baby,” you step behind him and look over your baby girl who was trying to rub her teary eyes. “You can try by setting it in front of her, then she can try reaching for it.”

Your husband does as he is told and completely forgets about his son’s toy. Too focused on getting your daughter to move towards her toy, he fails to notice his son slowly crawling towards him to retrieve the small item sitting next to him but you do.

“Oh!” your gasp catches your husband’s attention and he immediately notices his son. “Come on baby! Good job!” Toji doesn’t waste time and turns back towards your daughter, gently coaxing her into moving towards her toy.

“Come on baby girl, come on,” it is very rare for Toji to be smiling so softly but whenever he was with his kids, his cheeks would end up hurting him from smiling too much.

Your daughter’s attention quickly shifts towards the person that walks out of the study room, and when her eyes fall on Megumi, a giggle escapes her lips and she starts moving towards her older brother. You and Toji watch in awe as Megumi sits cross legged on the floor and talks very softly to his baby sister, words of encouragement leaving his lips as your baby girl stops a couple of times and whines at the difficult task at hand.

“Just a bit more, come on,” But once in Megumi’s arms, the boy holds her carefully before walking back towards you and his dad. Toji stands up with his younger son in his arms before patting Megumi’s head.

“Good job, boy. You did well.” To which Megumi responds to with a shy nod before handing you his baby sister.

Moments like these sure made it feel like everything in life was worth it.

°˖➴ when your baby says their first word: [geto suguru]

You never knew you could fall in love twice until you saw your husband become a father to your beautiful baby girls. Not only was he supportive, which was obviously the bare minimum, he still managed to be present for all three of his girls at the same time. The girls were obsessed with their father, and rightfully so, but something you truly admired about your husband was that he made sure to include himself during their play time.

And despite your attempts at convincing him that play time meant playing with dolls and plushies, Suguru was adamant on teaching his little girls very interesting words that had their tiny eight month old brains almost short circuit.

“Sugu, easy there. They can’t possibly know what pontificate means.” You say followed with a low chuckle, watching as the man sat down on the floor with his legs spread wide open for his two girls to sit in the space there and glance at the book their father was holding.

“My girls are smart like their parents,” your husband says with a serious look on his face. “I need their first words to be something smart, something big…”

“I need something that screams Beyoncé,” you say jokingly and your husband shoots you a playful glare.

“Be serious.”

You squat in front of your baby girls and it immediately shifts their attention from the book Suguru was holding and you smile at that. You instinctively open your arms and wait for them to crawl towards you, but instead one of the girls looks back at Suguru and waits for him to look down at her.

“Mama,” your little girl turns to her sister before staring at you and starts crawling towards you and your jaw almost touches the floor.

“Did you just say mama?”

“Mamama,” your other daughter mimics her sister and tries to escape Suguru’s hold, but he catches her in his arms and his happiness seems to be a lot more obvious than yours.

“Yeah baby, that’s mama! She said mama, did you hear that?” You grab your baby girl who was crawling towards you and grin at your husband.

“Didn’t you say you wanted their first word to be something big?”

“You’re their everything, so it is something big.” There was no doubt that you picked the right person to father your children.

°˖➴ when your baby starts walking: [gojo satoru]

You’ve always known that your baby was going to be as hyper as Satoru. Ever since he was in the womb, your baby would not stop moving and kicking, it even resulted in him almost wrapping the umbilical cord around his neck but thankfully, the birth went great and he came out as healthy as ever.

Despite being so sure that the baby would be a carbon copy of his father, your baby boy ended up taking your every facial feature. Satoru couldn’t deny that he wished his baby had his white hair, but something about having a second human looking exactly like you melted his heart. But that was literally the only thing the baby had about you, just the looks. Because God, was he an active baby.

He was holding his head up and rolling on his stomach faster than you had expected, and since Satoru loved to test his boy’s limits, your baby ended up crawling soon after. Not even two months later, your baby was saying his first words and all you could do was nod and smile as people told you how unique your baby was, and a part of you could only wish that you would shelter him from all the attention he was getting. But he was a Gojo, and stuff like this was bound to happen.

But the moment your husband noticed your discomfort, he immediately stopped accepting people when they asked to come over. He was excited to become a father, but it wouldn’t be the same if it meant robbing you of the same place that was supposed to bring you comfort.

And apparently, only he could keep up with his son’s hyper self. Crawling from corner to corner, squealing in excitement and tossing his toys around, Satoru even encouraged his son to grab onto the couch and crawl around the space that was heavily baby-proofed.

“Ah, you’re so eager to walk, aren’t you?” Satoru teases his son as he tries to hold onto the couch and stand up. With a little bit of support on his bum, your baby managed to stand up but freezes there and turns his head to the side where his father was staring at him.

“What, are you scared? It’s not so fun anymore, hm?” Your husband teases your son who seems to be taking his father’s words not very well. He pouts and rests his head on the couch, refusing to look at his dad and Satoru laughs out loud.

“Come on, I was only joking, you’re good at everything just like your dad.” You eventually walk down the stairs and you raise an eyebrow at your pouting eleven month old son.

“What did you do?” you immediately pin the blame onto your husband who gasps and puts a hand on his chest.

“I didn’t do anything!” He pats your son’s bum as your baby’s wobbly legs try to move him around the couch and towards you. “He stood up and got scared, and I found it funny.”

“Oh baby,” you squat down to your baby’s level and reach out your hands to grab him. “Papa is so mean, isn’t he?”

“Am not,” Satoru rolls his eyes but he watches as your son reaches the end of the couch and hesitates to let go. You lock eyes with your baby, and your husband thinks it’s a beautiful example of mothers and babies silently communicating, because no words were exchanged yet your baby knew to trust you completely.

He doesn’t fall into your arms but instead, he pushes himself away from the couch and takes a very small step towards you. You try not to gasp in surprise, and you wait as he takes another step—then another, and another before falling in your embrace and both you and Satoru are wide eyed and surprised at what just happened.

“He just—“

“He walked!” Your husband jumps from his spot on the ground and takes your baby in his arms. “My son is one of a kind! I’m telling you, he will win a nobel prize—“

Satoru always found a way to be excited about any of his son’s milestones.

How grateful he is that, despite his demanding grumbles, you prepare his favorite food for him. How grateful he is for the tender way your hands brush against him when you change the wet cloth on his forehead. For the way you delicately sit beside him to take his temperature, a small smile gracing your features as you evaluate the new number on the thermometer. 

“Your fever’s gone down.”

“Of course it has, who do you think I am?”

He doesn’t want to tell you to stay in bed with him. Naoya doesn’t want you to know how comforting your presence is and how your smile practically gives him strength. Instead, he brushes his fingers against yours as you move to leave the bed. You understand his wordless request, he’s your Naoya after all, and you slide in bed right beside him. He rests his head on your bosom as you begin to run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re not a bad woman,” he almost whispers.

“What a compliment,” you grin.

“'Toru.. sorry, I was a bit hungry..” you replied softly, leaning back to him as your hand reached to his head and caressed his white hair.

“Not sleepy?” he asked.

“Mm.. not really.. Feels like wanna watch something for a moment,” you replied, turning your body to kiss your lover. Satoru hummed, droopy and hazy eyes fixated on your beautiful figure.

“Okay...” he gave you a peck before he left you in the kitchen alone. You wished him good night before continuing to arrange your snacks in the bowl. After you were done, you took your warm drink and the bowl of snacks to go to the living room.

“Toru? You're not sleeping, honey?” you were a bit surprised to see Satoru was already curled in a blanket with two pillows on the couch. He looked at you and tapped the spot next to him on the couch. You walked towards him and sat down. After you put down the drink and snacks, Satoru wasted no time to latch on to you, hugging and snuggling against you like you were his personal teddy bear.

“Hm.. I can't sleep without you, baby... Don't run like that, m'kay? Just wake me so I can come with you too. Don't wan' you to leave me alone.”

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 always does his best to take care of you after intimacy, asking whatever you want and trying to help with your wish. He would prepare water and some small snacks after. Even if you did not ask for it, he'll prepare it so you don't have to leave the room — his side, to be honest. Kento seems like a heavy sleeper due to his schedule, so it would take a while for him to notice you are gone. When you are absent, his hand would roam the bed to find you mindlessly as he doesn't want to open his eyes. If he couldn't find you the first time, he just lets it go but he'll be concerned when he could not even touch or hug you when he roams his hand again. And at that moment, Kento will start looking for you. When he finds you, he'll just sit nearby, watching and waiting for you until you decided to go back to bed. If you don't want to, then he'll just get back to sleep but leave the door open enough to hear or see you.

“What're you doing?” you turned around, seeing Kento approaching you. He was half-naked, with his shorts hanging low around his waist. Kento sat on the chair at the dining table, looking at you who were sipping the warm tea you made.

“Oh. I just.. my throat feels a bit sore and hoarse.. So I made some hot tea..” you replied, walking towards him. Kento's arm caught your hips, pulling you gently to sit on his lap. You did, careful to not spill the tea.

“You could've asked me. I'll do anything.” Kento replied, his voice very hoarse and sleepy.

“You're too deep in sleep, Kento. I don't have the heart to wake you up,” you said softly, kissing his cheek. Kento smiled, a bit sheepishly, at your action. “Go to sleep, dear. You looked so tired,” you muttered.

“Will you go back to bed?” he asked, instead. You nodded as you continued to stir and sip the tea. Kento hummed and hugged you tighter, pressing a delicate kiss on your neck. You chuckled, ticklish.

“Then I'll just wait for you. Just take your time and don't mind about me, darling. I could never sleep without touching you after all.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 doesn't really mind if you are gone because he wants to sleep before he, unfortunately, has to wake up the next morning. He would not panic so much or be concerned if you are just making a trip to the toilet or the kitchen. He will wake up when he notices and will stay awake until you return to bed. So, if you are gone for a while, Toji would wait for you and when he decided it is too long, he will get up and find you. He would not personally go near when he sees you are just fine. But he will ask though if you are going to bed or not. If you do, then he'll just go back to sleep. If you're not, he'll urge you to come back to sleep with him. He will use his strength — such as carrying you to the bed.

“Where...” Toji had been waiting for you to return for several minutes already. He noticed you were gone when he did not feel your smaller hands on him and he thought you were just going to pee but it had been minutes.

Groaning to himself, Toji sat up and leaned against the headboard, watching the closed door. But you still did not return. Toji sighed and got up from the bed, walking out of the room.

“Hey, yer' gonna go back?” Toji grunted, finally seeing you were sitting in the living room with his grey hoodie on your body. You turned your head and smiled at him.

“Oh hey, darl'. This show is pretty good, I couldn't leave it.” you replied. Toji hummed and walked towards you. He was wearing the other half of his grey clothes — the sweatpants. And it was hanging very low, he might as well strip himself, to be honest.

“I wan' to sleep, though,” Toji said, voice clearly exhausted and slurred.

“Hm~ go to sleep then. I wanna watch this to the end,” you replied, returning your focus to the television. Toji looked at you, hand scratching his neck as he was stuck in his thoughts.

“You sore? Right there?”

“Y-Yes...” of course you'd be sore all over your body. It was the Toji Fushiguro.

“A'right then.”

Suddenly Toji swooped you onto his shoulder, carrying you like a stack of rice. He gave your ass a nice slap and you yelped a bit in surprise — mostly because of the sudden action of carrying you up.

“T-Toji..! Put me down!”

“Get y'r ass in the bed, m'kay? Ya' can watch that thing later. 'm sleepy, so let's just sleep. You gotta sleep too, baby.”

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀 doesn't care, really. He's not much of a heavy sleeper, so he'll notice you're gone quickly. But instead of asking or waiting, he'll just go back to sleep. If you returned to bed, Sukuna would roll to your side and hug you, sternly telling you to stop walking around his house. You certainly could not move much as his muscular arms are caging you to stay still and just sleep. If you did not return to bed, Sukuna would not mind at all — he'll just stay asleep. His hand however would unconsciously stroke the sheet on your side because he actually does want you to stay. But, the next day, surely he'll bombard you with questions and somewhat annoyingly argue with you that you should not leave the bed when he's sleeping. He's a certified registered asshole, he'd say stuff like he'll knock you up until you only depend on him to even walk.

“Good morning, 'Kuna...” you woke up with a yawn, getting up from the couch. The movie that was playing on the television took your attention and interested you quickly, making you stay in the living room for the whole night despite the aching body you had after Sukuna and you being intimate.

“Where the hell you went?” Sukuna asked, grunting in dissatisfaction. He could not sleep peacefully, without having something to wrap his arms on. He kept shifting his positions too, despite having all the space on the bed for himself. Though he was asleep, he felt as if he was conscious the whole time, trying to feel your presence with his hand — only to find no one to hug.

“Huh? Oh... There's a movie and it looked great. So I watched it and accidentally fall asleep here. Sorry.” you smiled cheekily, contrasting Sukuna's pout.

“Why're you grinning like that? I don't get good sleep, brat,” he muttered.

“Huh? Why? Is there a bug on the bed or something?” you asked and Sukuna grunted again, approaching you closer. His thick fingers gently nudged your cheek, not even hard enough to push your face. A small gesture to show his annoyance. You giggled, knowing full well why Sukuna could not sleep.

“Next time, I'd fuck you hard till you can't walk, brat. Don't wanna have you to run and sleep somewhere else. Jus' stay with me, 'right? Ugh... 'twas so not comfy, I have nothin' to grab at all.”

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