SEX

Tony: 20.

Steve: We won't speak for 20 days.

Tony: Wait, let me pick again!

Steve: Okay, fine.

secret bf!bakugo katsuki fluff⋆｡°✩

“Did you get a new perfume?”

Mina exclaims after giving you a hug, going back in closer to your neck to take a big inhale. “Huh?” You clock your head to the side, pulling away and plopping onto the couch in the common room next to Ochaco.

“I can swear i’ve smelled that before.” Mina crosses her hands in front of her, narrowing her eyes at you. “What—No? I haven’t changed my pef—“ You chuckle nervously. You knew you shouldn’t have cuddled him right before this, he always gets his sweat on you and consecutively, you smell just like him.

“Oh my god! I know this smell! You—“ Mina says, pointing an accusatory finger at you, voice loud enough to catch the attention of Bakugo’s squad who are all the way across the huge space.

“You smell like Bakugo!”

Noise stops, heads snap, a moment later gasps ensue.

“You totally do! You smell like caramel!” Mina keeps pointing at you dramatically, footsteps of the boys are heard before they enter your view, all ready to join the chaos.

“You know, you’re right. I got new perfume. It’s in my room.” It’s so not in your room because you never bought new perfume. Ochaco leans in close too, “No, no, Mina’s right! You do smell like Bakugo!” She exclaims too.

“I do not—” You don’t even get to defend yourself.

“Hah! I knew you were dating him! He‘a a hundred times calmer when you’re around!” Denki interrupts you, throwing his hands up. “Denki, you owe me 10 bucks!” Kirishima laughs.

“I am not dating Kats—Bakugo.” Your voice carries over the chorus of conversation, leaning against the back of the couch. Before anyone can say anything else, you feel warm lips press against your neck, hot breath fanning against your skin.

“You were saying?” Katsuki murmurs against your neck as your roll your eyes. You throw him a glare over your shoulder, Katsuki takes the chance to press a peck to your lips as your classmates around you lose their minds.

he agreed to keep it a secret but he can’t have his girl denying being his in public 😏

Streamer!Choso who never actually says he has a girlfriend, but he's blocking every pretty woman in his dms and he laughs every time someone suggests he goes out with some sweet-faced YouTuber. Sometimes he'll glance over the chats that ask about his secret sweetheart, but never enough to warrant concern.

Streamer!Choso who hates posting on instagram and always considers deleting it, but how else could he stalk your posts and watch the weird reels you send him? You tell him that he's got the real thing right in front of him, but he thinks it'd be shame to never see those pictures you post come summer time (in those bikinis with his hand in the corner of a soft launch)

Streamer!Choso who begs you to secretly play for him on stream while he talks, just to see if anyone notices the change in strategy and style. He frowns when you note that people only watch him for his pretty face because he knows that's not true. But maybe there was a reason the views of him playing Valorant were so high, even though he was so bad at it.

Streamer!Choso who occasionally streams with his camera off because he wants to be clingy but you refuse to show your face. He doesn't understand why because there's absolutely no one more perfect than you, he would think. But you like that your relationship is private, and he likes it too. All to himself, no one else but him.

Streamer!Choso who still can't get enough of you anyway, quickly covering the camera and muting when you walk in so he can steal a kiss, or two, or three. People suspect he's yelling at his mother, convinced that that's who he's living with, but he's too busy with his hands up your shirt to see those comments.

Streamer!Choso who almost forgets he's streaming when you walk in late one night, in his t-shirt, walking slowly on your phone to his bed, blinking up at his eyes with that adorable little smile of yours. He loses his game with his staring, his eyes blown out and mouth parted, licking his lips like an animal.

Streamer!Choso who finally notices the chat that's mocking him for that dopey look on his face as the bottom half of you passes by behind him on the screen, questions spilling in about who the mystery girl might be. Not that he cares. You wore that shirt for a reason, he'd assumed, and he's quick to end his live before you can even lay down.

did I mention I'm a jjk fan too? ;)

How many Supernatural fans are STILL on Tumblr??

fluff - baby!yuji trying to eat dad!nanami's tie

you’re half-asleep on the couch.

it’s 6:08am. the sun isn’t even fully up yet. and baby yuji is already in full goblin mode - sockless, giggling and currently trying to climb nanami’s leg like a tree trunk.

nanami is in his work clothes with his blonde hair neat and styled. dress shirt crisp. tie halfway done.

“he wants your tie,” you mumble.

nanami glances down. yuji is clinging to his knee, making grabby hands.

“you can’t have papa’s tie,” nanami says, crouching down. “you’ll chew on it again.”

yuji immediately tries to bite it.

nanami sighs.

“see?”

you snort into your mug.

eventually, nanami picks him up - effortlessly, with one hand under his bottom and the other steadying his back. yuji squeals, clings to his dress shirt like a koala.

and nanami just… lets him. presses a kiss to his chubby cheek. holds him like he’s the most fragile and precious thing in the universe.

“you should leave soon,” you murmur. “you’ll miss your train.”

nanami looks at you.

then at the clock.

then back at you.

and then he sits down beside you with a baby on his chest and a tie still undone.

“they can wait,” he says softly.

you smile so hard it hurts.

you shift closer, curling into his side. baby yuji hums softly, chewing on his own fingers now instead of the tie. your head rests on nanami’s shoulder. his arm wraps around your waist without even thinking.

he’s still in his dress shirt. still in his slacks. the most put-together man in tokyo at this hour, probably. and yet here he is, willingly trapped under a sleepy baby and a sleepier spouse, forehead resting lightly against yours like this is all he’s ever needed.

and maybe it is.

he presses a kiss to your temple.

“love you,” he mumbles.

“even when i let your son chew on your expensive italian tie?”

he sighs. “especially then.”

pairing : fratsukuna x fem fushiguro reader

summary: sukuna never knew the fushiguro household had another sibling.. especially a good looking one!!

genre : fluff fluffy floof

a/n : 1000 FOLLOWER SPECIAL aye aye aye yayyyayayayyayay guys keep the requests coming i love reading them. p.s i do know toji isnt a fushiguro but is last name better then zenin soz

everyone in the frat knew frat toji was secretive about his personal life. like really secretive. he never talked about family, never showed photos, never invited anyone home.

so when summer rolled around and he messaged the groupchat saying, 'parents are out of town. house is free.' the boys thought nothing of it.

fratkuna expected the usual.. beer, loud music, toji’s stupid expensive house.

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭 ┅ 𝖥𝖺𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗋! 𝖲𝗎𝗄𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖱𝗒𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇 & 𝖶𝗂𝖿𝖾! 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝘉𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴, 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

﹙𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭﹚

NOTE: I’m so down bad for this man 😋 just gimme one day alone with him fr. This is just something short lol lmk if you guys want more details of our lovely couple.

The first thing everyone in town noticed after Sukuna got married was that he smiled now.

Not the usual crooked, sharp grin he used when bargaining with suppliers or scaring off competitors. It morphed into something warmer, into something only a loving husband could have. A quiet curl of his lips that only really showed itself when you were nearby, tucked into the crook of his arm or trailing behind him in the marketplace with a basket hooked over your elbow.

Ryomen Sukuna had always been a big man—broad shoulders carved from years of hauling crates, forearms corded with muscle from tilling soil and hauling irrigation pipes under the summer sun. Ever since boyhood all he’s known is the growing ache of his muscles. His presence alone could silence a rowdy bar. Kids used to scatter when they saw him walking down the road.

Now they stared instead, whispering and giggling as he slowed his long strides just to match yours.

“You don’t need to carry that,” he muttered one afternoon, already reaching for the basket of fresh peaches you’d insisted on holding.

“I can carry fruit, Sukuna,” you huffed, trying to keep your grip. “I’m not made of glass.”

He pried the basket from your hands anyway, fingers brushing your knuckles. The moment your skin touched, his ears went faintly pink, and he cleared his throat, suddenly fascinated by a cloud in the distance.

“Please hun.” he whispered. With his silent plea, how could you not relent the basket to him

The shopkeeper behind the stall snorted.

“Honeymoon phase’s hitting you hard, Sukuna.”

Sukuna glared, but his hand slipped around yours as you walked away, calloused thumb rubbing slow circles into your palm.

–

Back at the farm, the air smelled of the familiar scent of the warm earth and ripening tomatoes. Rows of green stretched as far as you could see, leaves fluttering lazily in the breeze. Sukuna’s land was the pride of the region, everyone knew his produce was the best, plumper and sweeter than anything grown in neighboring towns. Restaurants fought over his deliveries, and caterers practically begged for his strawberries and herbs whenever it was in season.

He never bragged about it, the demand just seemed to make him work harder.

Especially now.

You found him in the fields most mornings before sunrise, white shirt already damp with sweat, muscles flexing as he hoisted crates onto the back of his truck. The first time you’d come out in your sleep set, wearing your fuzzy slipper, rubbing your eyes and offering him a thermos of tea, he’d nearly dropped a box of cucumbers on his foot.

“You shouldn’t be out here hun,” he’d grumbled, eyes refusing to meet the bare stretch of your legs. “You’ll catch a chill.” His arms wrap around your waist while his other hand wipes his forehead with the towel around his shoulder.

“It’s summer,” you laughed, pressing the thermos into his hands. “And I wanted to see you before you left.”

He’d stared at you like you’d just confessed something life-changing, then reached out awkwardly, thumb brushing the inside of your wrist.

You’d barely grazed his skin.

He’d gone still completely, utterly still before melting like butter in the sun, shoulders relaxing, expression softening in a way you were starting to realize only you ever saw.

–

By midsummer, your quiet farm had become lively in a way it never had before.

Toji Fushiguro, your closest neighbor, had taken to dropping by in the evenings with his wife and their three-year-old son, Megumi. Toji was one of the few men who’d never been intimidated by Sukuna; he leaned against your porch railing like he owned the place, sipping beer and smirking while the two of them argued over crop prices and weather forecasts.

Megumi toddled after you constantly, small fingers clinging to the hem of your dress.

“‘Kuna’s scary,” he whispered once, peeking around your leg as Sukuna stomped in from the fields, boots caked with dirt.

Sukuna froze mid-step, clearly having heard him.

You crouched, gently guiding Megumi’s little hand toward Sukuna’s.

“He’s only scary to people who steal his pumpkins.”

Megumi blinked up at Sukuna, then pressed his tiny palm against Sukuna’s huge one.

Sukuna’s entire face went blank, completely unreadable. Then, slowly, carefully, he closed his fingers just enough to hold the child’s hand without crushing it.

Toji nearly choked on his drink laughing.

–

The real chaos arrived when his nephews came to stay for the summer.

Yuji burst through the front door like a hurricane, all sunshine smiles and loud greetings, immediately hugging you. Choso followed behind, a quieter boy but equally affectionate, offering to help with anything around the house or fields.

Within days, the farm was filled with shouting, running feet, and the sound of boys arguing over who got the last slice of watermelon.

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make your heart ache a little, in a wonderful way.

One afternoon, you stood on the porch watching Yuji chase Megumi through the yard while Choso set up a crooked sprinkler that sprayed water in uneven arcs. Their laughter carried across the fields, bright and infectious.

Sukuna stepped up behind you, a glass of cold lemonade in his hand. His shadow swallowed yours where it fell across the wooden boards.

“You’re staring too much,” he said gruffly, offering you the drink.

“They’re cute,” you replied, resting your shoulder against his arm. “Your family is so loud.”

“They’re pests,” he muttered, but there was no real bite to it.

You watched Yuji scoop Megumi up, spinning him until both of them collapsed into the grass, giggling.

“…It feels nice, though,” you added softly.

Sukuna went quiet.

His fingers twitched at his side, then lifted, hesitating before settling on your lower back. The touch was careful, almost shy, for someone who could lift a hay bale like it weighed nothing.

“…You want one?” he asked suddenly, voice rougher than usual.

You blinked, turning your head to look at him. “One what?”

He gestured vaguely with his nose towards the yard, ears turning red.

“A kid. One of our own.”

Your heart skipped.

You hadn’t expected him to say it so bluntly, but this was Sukuna after all, a man who struggled to say “I love you” without looking like he’d swallowed a rock.

“You’d be a scary dad,” you teased gently.

He scoffed. “I’d be a great dad.”

“You’d intimidate their friends. Goodness knows what you’d do if we ever have a baby girl”

“They shouldn’t be weak enough to get scared by a glare.”

You laughed, and the sound seemed to soften something in his chest. His arm slid around your waist more confidently now, pulling you closer until your back pressed against his front.

“…If you want one,” he repeated more quietly, lips near your ear, “we can try, it’s not like we already aren’t.”

Heat rushed to your cheeks.

Down in the yard, Yuji shouted as the sprinkler tipped over and soaked him entirely, Megumi squealing in delight, his earlier efforts of trying to not wet his new shorts forgotten. Choso groaned and chased after them with a towel.

You leaned back into Sukuna, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt.

“…Maybe we should,” you murmured.

Sukuna’s breath hitched.

The toughest farmer in three counties, feared by suppliers and admired by chefs, nearly dropped the sweating glass of lemonade in his hand.

Then he buried his face in your hair, arms tightening around you like you were something fragile and precious and entirely his.

“Good,” he muttered, voice thick. “Real good.”

And out in the fields, under the wide summer sky, the crops swayed gently in the breeze, fat and thriving, just like everything Sukuna had built for the life the two of you were growing together, and soon the big house will feel much smaller with more bodies.

He’s a big man and incredibly intimidating, painfully obvious that he’s been toughened by hard labour but he turns into a mess of sweet mush when his wife grazes his skin.

He’s earned plenty for a comfortable life, restaurants around town, locals, and any catering business always wants his top tier produce and ingredients. He sells the best and the most abundant. Farmer! Sukuna never slacks off, especially now that he has a lady to spoil.

His neighbours, Toji Fushiguro, his wife, and their three year old son, Megumi, are the closest people around, they love coming over for dinners and a couple of drinks. Especially now that it’s the summer and Sukuna’s nephews (Yuji, and Choso) are back to spend some time with their favourite (only) uncle.

The rascals running around almost make you feel like you want a little troublemaker of your own! I’m sure your hubs can help with that 😋

yuji and choso have known sukuna has been seeing someone for the past few weeks, but what they don’t know is that today is the first time he’s bringing you over… he conveniently forgot to mention it.

you step in behind him, giving them a polite little wave. you look completely out of place next to someone as large and intimidating as him.

yuji freezes mid-run across the living room and choso straightens from the couch.

sukuna clicks his tongue after introducing you. “you better behave.”

you smile at them. “hi.. i’ve heard a lot about you two.”

yuji stares.

stares.

then slowly walks closer.

“…you’re uncle ‘kuna’s girlfriend?”

“yes i am.” you kneel to meet his eyes.

he squints at sukuna. then back at you.

“…you‘re too pretty.”

sukuna‘s eye twitches. “excuse you?”

“you are,” yuji insists, nodding seriously at you. “he‘s big and mean and he yells a lot.”

“yuji,” sukuna growls.

“and he snores!” the small boy continues, becoming more fidgety by the second. “and he steals my snacks even though he says he doesn’t like sweet things but he does, he ate my strawberry mochi and blamed choso—”

“i did not blame—”

“and one time he tripped over the porch step but told me not to tell anyone—”

sukuna grabs yuji by the back of his shirt before he can continue. “that‘s enough.”

you‘re covering your mouth, trying not to laugh.

yuji wiggles in sukuna‘s grip, still talking. “he also stays up late on the couch and thinks i don’t notice but he checks on us before he goes to bed.”

sukuna goes very still.

“…he does?” you ask gently.

sukuna sets yuji down slowly, jaw tight. “brat talks too much.”

yuji walks back over to you, completely unbothered. “you‘re really really pretty. like princess pretty.”

sukuna makes a strangled noise. “stop calling her—”

“and you smell nice,” yuji adds. “uncle ‘kuna smells like smoke.”

“i am right here.”

choso steps forward. “are you sure you‘re fine with him? you can totally tell us if he‘s too m—”

”eh? what’d you wanna say?” sukuna’s about to grab choso by the collar.

“very sure,” you snicker before anything happens.

yuji grabs your hand without hesitation. “okay. you can stay. but if he’s mean to you, tell me. i’ll bite him.”

“you will not bite me.”

yuji beams up at you. “he acts scary but he’s not that scary. only a little scary.”

choso nods. “he is moderately scary.”

“i am extremely scary,” sukuna snaps.

you grin. “i can see that.”

yuji gasps. “oh! and he practices smiling in the mirror sometimes—”

“I DO NOT.”

choso looks amused. “…he does.”

sukuna lunges. yuji shrieks and hides behind you instantly.

“protect me!” he cries dramatically. “you‘re too pretty to let me die!”

you‘re laughing so hard now you can barely stand.

sukuna stops inches away, staring at the two of you like he deeply regrets ever introducing you to them.

“…i’m leaving.”

“you live here,” choso replies.

sukuna pauses.

“…i’m moving out.”

yuji grabs your hand again. “so are you coming over tomorrow again?”

sukuna groans. “hell n—”