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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.
ꮼ smothering fratboy!sukuna in your lipstick is so romantic.
ᦸ show him all your affections & show him off.
art by @/hunnismokah
"Baby—jesus—baby." Sukuna groaned as yet another kiss was pressed to his jaw, rolling his eyes playfully as you pulled back to apply another shade of lipstick. "When I said you could mark your territory, I didn't mean like this."
The nth kiss in a matter of minutes was promptly pressed to his jawline.
"It's not my fault you look so pretty like this."
"No, it is. It definitely is." He sighed, hands caressing your hips almost reverently as you pulled back to stare at him.
"Hmm. No, I have to thank your parents for giving you your face next time I see em." You mumbled, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips, before smothering his cheeks in kisses.
"ACK! Baby!" He squeaked, gripping your hips tighter as you pulled back to apply more lipstick... again. "You're killing me here, woman."
He hates how pretty you look like that, straddling his hips, pinning him down, making it obvious whose boyfriend he is.
"Sooo pretty, Ryo. That's all I'm seeing." You hummed against his cheek, pulling back. "Such a pretty boy."
"You tell anyone I let you call me that I will DENY it." He hissed, wrenching an arm around your waist, crushing you against his chest.
"Yes, yes. My big, tough, scary man. How dare I call you pretty?" You mused, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"I am big, tough, scary, and menacing." He grunted, kissing your temple. "I'll have you know, people on campus are scared of me."
"Yes, I'm well aware." Your lips found his again. "My big, tough man."
"Damn straight." He huffed, chasing after your lips to press quick kisses against you.
The twins! There’s nerdjo 🤭and then there’s fratjo too ig, I was really excited when i saw nerdjo trending so I grabbed the opportunity to draw him hehe
𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ Toji and you are trying to see if Megumi would share his favorite snack.
"Okay, baby — you sit right here. Mommy sits here, and daddy will sit there, we'll go in order. Daddy, Gumi, mommy. Understood?" Megumi blinks at you, nodding his head.
The paper plates covered with tissue paper lays before all three of you. As much as Toji hated being in part of stupid little pranks like these, you had practically plead like your life depends on this sole thing. And you got him to agree on the 3rd day of asking.
"Okay. Daddy goes first!" You cheered, clapping your hands.
Megumi's doe eyes looked intently on Toji's plate, waiting for his father to pull the tissue up. Toji sighed, his fingers pinching on the white tissue paper, pulling it up — Megumi marveled at the sight of one piece of chocolate bunny crackers. His favorite snack.
"Bunbun," Megumi points.
You tapped his shoulder, "Gumi's turn."
Megumi was excited of what lays beneat. More crackers, he hopes. When he pulls it off, he happily kicked his legs, "Mommy, two crackers," he shows you.
"Wow," you rubbed the back of his head, "let's open mommy's then we can eat it all together!"
Megumi nods vigorously. Toji eyeing with a small smirk — in all honesty, he's been wondering how Megumi would react to seeing none of the crackers laying under the blanket of tissue. You kept him on the tip of his feet before beholding the sight of ... nothing.
Megumi's brows immediately furrowed, the smile dropping into a frown. He looks up at you, your frown looked so sad in his little eyes. And before you realized, he'd tear up at the sight of you looking dejected. Shaking his head. You were ready to scoop him up when he turns his head to Toji's plate, snatching the cracker from the plate and dropping it on yours.
"Mommy's bunbun."
"Hey, what about daddy?" You asked him, stifling a laugh at the sight of Toji's raised brow.
"Daddy go buy himself, this is mommy and Gumi bunbun, okay? Let's eat mommy, quick. Before daddy gets grumpy," he bites into his snack.
"What if mommy gives this one to daddy?" You asked him, pointing at his second cracker.
Megumi looks at Toji, then back at you, "No!"
"Daddy's going to cry because Gumi stole his bunbun," Toji scoffed. But, the sight of Megumi's head swiveling the fastest he'd seen made Toji turn away, bouncing his shoulders to pretend that he's shedding tears.
Megumi looks at you, "Daddy cry?"
Megumi stood up on the stool, smacking his little palm on Toji's bouncing shoulders, "Daddy, you want Gumi's bunbun? Gumi give you this one, okay daddy? Gumi get the new one," although, Megumi had put the one he had bitten onto Toji's plate.
It brought a warm feeling onto Toji's spine, he looks back at Megumi, "Thanks, kid."
A half —and might I say, saliva stuck— cracker is better than none now is it?
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fluff - the battle between husband!sukuna and baby!yuji for your attention
it starts when you sit down.
that’s it. that’s all you did.
you sit on the couch with your coffee, ready for just five uninterrupted minutes of peace.
no yelling. no crying. no farting.
but, of course, baby yuji waddles sprints out of nowhere to climb into your lap like a kitten seeking warmth.
“mama, mama, mama, mama, mama-“
his chubby hands grab your cheeks.
he smooshes his face into yours.
you blink through it, coffee now very much forgotten, as he launches into an impromptu monologue about a spider he saw in the hallway.
you nod. hum. listen very attentively to the ‘captivating’ story.
and that’s when sukuna appears in the doorway.
shirtless. hair wet. towel slung over one shoulder. mug of black coffee in one hand.
he stares at you. then at yuji on your lap. then back at you.
“what?” you say.
“he’s in my spot.”
yuji turns. blinks at him. and then leans over and licks your cheek.
like a puppy marking it’s territory.
“mama mine.”
you wheeze.
sukuna’s eye twitches.
“did he just-“
“mmhm.”
“he licked you.”
“apparently, he does that now,” you shrug.
“that’s fuckin’ feral.”
“language!” you chide.
yuji sticks his tongue out, smug. “you’re feral, papa.”
“say that again, tiny goblin.”
“feraaaaal.”
“you wanna fight?”
you sigh. “you’re threatening a toddler. again.”
“he started it.”
“he’s two.”
“and evil.”
yuji crosses his arms. puffs his cheeks. smiles very smugly.
sukuna glares.
you sip your coffee and pretend you’re relaxing somewhere in fiji. by yourself.
fifteen minutes later, yuji is asleep on your chest.
sukuna is sulking at the far end of the couch. muttering to himself like a grumpy cat that has been denied his favourite meal.
you shift a little, adjusting yuji's favourite tiger blanket over his small and squishy sleeping form.
“he’s weirdly warm,” you whisper.
sukuna grumbles. “so am i.”
“he smells like bananas.”
“well, i smell like sandalwood and sex appeal. which is cooler.”
“you’re jealous of a baby.”
“i was here first.”
you giggle, and sukuna pouts harder.
but a moment later, you reach out. with one hand still cradling your son, the other one extended towards ur adorably jealous husband.
he stares at it.
then slowly and in an incredibly dramatic fashion, sukuna slumps over and wraps his arms around the both of you. careful not to wake the goblin currently drooling on your shirt.
you press a kiss to his temple.
“mama loves you both.”
sukuna hums. “not equally, though.”
“equally.”
“he licked you.”
“you’ve licked me in far worse places.”
“and i’d do it again…”
based on this request
A/N: guys i promise i'm very slowly working thru the requests HEHE! and i keep doing them in random order...
[08:03 am]
you wake up at the feeling of tiny, sticky hands pulling at your cheeks. letting out a soft hum, opening your eyes slowly to find the cutest little face in front of you, smiling brightly
“morning’, mommy!” he chirps, flashing you his baby teeth.
“mmm, good morning, baby” you murmur sleepily, hand going to his face, brushing his messy bed hair off his forehead, “you are up early today,”
“yeah! i dreamed about you!” he excitedly tells you as you slowly sit on the bed, pulling your son into your lap
“yeah? about what?”
before your son can even open his mouth, a low grunt made both of you turn your heads to the other side of the bed to see a tuft of pink hair buried face down on the pillows, a muscular, tattoed arm emerging from the covers to settle heavily around your stomach.
“s’too fucking early for this,” your husband mutters under his breath, eyes still squeezed shut.
you swat at his arm, a smile tugging at your lips the moment yuuji starts giggling at his dad’s bad word. “ryo! language,” you scold softly and your husband finally opens his eyes slowly, squinting against the morning light.
“brat’s old enough, don’t you think?” sukuna asks, looking at his son, who only nods enthusiastically.
“yeah, mommy! i’m a big kid, i got 'munity to bad words!” your son puffs his chest proudly, tilting his chin up
sukuna flashes you a sleepy, loopsided smirk before closing his eyes again. this time, his arm raise from your stomach to tug at yuuji, making the little boy fall between the two of you.
“go back to sleep, brat. it’s saturday and too early to be up,” he says, his big hand covers his son’s face to force him to close his eyes and yuuji giggles, moving his face back and forth to escape his father’s grip.
“dad! i was going to tell mommy about my dream!” he whines, pouting but the little yawn that leaves his lips tells you he was ready for another hour or so of sleep.
“later, let your mom rest,” sukuna opens an eye to look at you, gesturing with his head for you to lie back down, “come here, ma. cuddle your husband and son,”
you let out soft laugh, lying on your side, soon feeling the weight of your husband’s arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him and the now sleepy yuuji tucked against his chest.
closing your eyes, you let out a dreamy sigh, falling back to sleep enveloped by the warmth of your two favorite boys.
★ asking roommate!sukuna if you can sleep with him because you’re scared
“no.”
the door slams in your face, grazing your nose ever so slightly. you don’t know what you were expecting when you knocked at 2am — maybe you weren’t thinking at all. the booming thunder outside was dizzying and your feet raced you out of your room and down the hall in record speed before you could even process the rattling of your bones.
you knock again. the door swings open. he is not happy.
sukuna’s sporting a scowl, piercings glinting from the hallway light, as he glares down at you. he’s shirtless and wearing boxers that hang low on his hips, revealing sharp angles and thick lines of ink. on any other occasion, you would have swooned to yourself but now’s not the time.
“please, s’kuna. i can’t sleep on my own like this.”
his brow quirks up. “and that’s my problem because?”
fuck.
he’s not listening. you can’t even blame him — it’s late and he’s already warned you he’s not the sweet type, that you shouldn’t treat him like a boyfriend, and he doesn’t cuddle so unless you’re up for spreading your legs, you should keep your distance. but you thought since you guys have been having dinner together, going out for errands, and even building inside jokes that he might feel inclined to do you a little favour.
“y-yeah, you’re right. sorry.” you jolt when the next rumble sends the apartment swaying. “oh! fuck. just…sorry. night.”
scrambling back, you clutch yourself tight, resenting the shudders running through you, like the storm has wormed its way in and is eating you from the inside.
“ah!”
two huge arms wrap around you, lifting you up, back, and tossing you onto a bed. you bounce once. twice. sukuna makes an exasperated noise and runs his hand through his hair. “you’re an annoying little shit. you better not snore or i’m kicking you out.”
then, he’s climbing in behind you, lying on his stomach, faced buried in his pillow and paying you no mind. you’re in his bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like you’ve been here before and will be again. it did occur to you that things might get awkward, but the way he’s not even the slightest bit tense and letting you hike up the covers over both of you even though he runs hot tells a different story.
minutes pass by, you still can’t sleep. the storm is suffocating. just as your eyes flutter shut, a flash of lightning breaches the blanket of his curtains and a fierce roaring follows shortly after, shaking the bed frame. shit.
“quit shivering. can’t fucking sleep when you’re on vibration mode.”
“sorry.”
he opens one eye to judge you. “you scared of a little thunder? embarrassing.”
“yeah.”
grunting, he mutters something, as if scolding himself and throws an arm around you. sukuna rolls you two over so he’s on his back and you’re on his chest. he’s warm and hardened with muscles, yet you melt into him as if he’s a teddy bear. he smells nice too.
you’re rendered confused, unable to reconcile his actions with the relevance to anything that had transpired in the last ten minutes. but…you hear it. or rather, you don’t. his body is shielding you from the sounds outside, distracting your senses with the feel of him, bare, against you. the thunders are washed away by the beating of something inside his chest.
quietly, you quip, feeling the need to cover up the heat rising to your cheeks, “i didn’t know you had a heart.”
sukuna scoffs. “yeah, neither. now shut up, don’t want to deal with your grumpy ass in the morning.”
maybe you are closer than you thought. though you won’t bring that up to him, knowing how defensive he gets. unspoken and subtle, you’re content with the way he shows his loyalty. it’s sincere and consistent and that’s all that matters.
so, you find yourself falling asleep dreaming of a fire engulfing you, drowning all else away, and laying a gentle kiss on your head.
Am I, not a good dad? ྀི
“I want mama!” your son screams, tears filling up his eyes—the same color as Nanami’s.
And speaking of Nanami…he feels helpless.
The boy won’t stop crying, won’t stop calling for you. His little face is red and scrunched up, his cheeks wet, chest heaving with each shaky breath. You’d told him you’d be gone for a few hours—explained it gently, with a kiss to his forehead and a promise that Papa would take care of everything. But none of it seemed to matter.
You’re gone and his world feels like it’s ended.
“Please, baby…Mum will be back any time soon.” Nanami spares a glance at the clock, in thirty minutes you’d be here. “Should we finish your meal in the meantime, mh?” He tries, voice tight, panic folding over his usual calm.
But your son only screams louder, fists pounding the highchair tray, tears flowing freely.
It’s been hours, and Nanami has come to the conclusion that : he doesn’t want me.
He stares at his son’s red, tear-slicked face. There’s no hatred in it, just unfiltered, helpless longing.
“I want Mamaaaaaa!!” Nanami flinches. Exactly, the toddler is longing for you.
The little boy’s small chest rises and falls in erratic sobs, hiccupping on the edge of breathlessness.
Nanami exhales slowly through his nose. You can do this, he tells himself. You’re his father. You can do this.
So, he tries.
He pulls out the little wooden train you carved together one weekend. Places it on the floor. “Do you want to show Papa how fast it goes again?” he asks, voice as gentle as possible.
No response.
He tries the animal book—the one with flaps and texture that always make him giggle. “Tell Papa where’s the lion. Can you find the lion for me?”
Nothing.
Just a heartbreaking, hoarse little “Mama…”
Nanami even tries to put on the cartoon with the talking blue bear. The one your son usually dances to.
As nothing seems to work, Kento feels his heart breaking inch by inch. He picks him up despite the flailing little arms, holds him against his chest, firm but not tight, like you’ve teached him.
His son won’t stop. Not even a little. The screams turn into an open-mouthed wail, the kind that turns cheeks purple and voices raw for hours.
Nanami’s hands tremble slightly. He sits down on the floor with the boy in his lap, gently cradling him, head bowed. He’s never felt this powerless.
Not during cursed missions, not under pressure—but here, in his own home, with his child breaking apart in his arms… He feels not enough.
Not soft enough. Not warm enough. Not you.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers into the crown of his son’s head. “I’m trying. Papa’s trying so hard.”
And that’s when the front door creaks open. “I’m home!”
And just like that, your son’s head snaps up from where he’s been sobbing into Nanami’s lap. Your husband doesn’t even have the time to rise to his feet that the boy is squirming violently in his arms, “mama! Mama! MAMA!!” Nanami lets him go without resistance. He stands slowly as your son flings himself into your arms when you appear in the doorway.
Concern is written all over your face. “I’m here, baby. I’m here…” you look up and see Nanami standing a few feet away, shoulders sagging, eyes tired behind his glasses.
“he’s been crying for hours,” he says softly. “didn’t want anything from me. Wouldn’t eat. Wouldn’t play.”
You nod as your rubs your son’s back. “I’m sorry. He’s just been going through this clingy phase.”
“I know.” Nanami offers a tired smile, though it doesn’t reach his eyes. “it’s okay.”
Later, after dinner and a bath your son is finally asleep, curled on your side of the shared bed, clutching one of your shirts tightly, your scent comforting him.
Nanami stands in the doorway, arms crosses, watching the soft rise and fall of your kid. You come up behind him, circling his waist with your arms, letting your cheek rest on his strong back.
One of his hands intertwin with yours. “He wouldn’t even let me hold him,” he says, barely above a whisper. “I’ve never felt that…useless before.”
“Kento…”
“I know he’s still small. I know it’s not personal. But…” he pauses, swallowing hard. “I tried everything. Toys, books, food, music. He didn’t want any of it. It felt like…like…I wasn’t enough. I wasn’t…probably am, not a good dad.”
Your heart twists at the words. “Can you please turn to face me, love?”
He lets out a deep exhale, like the breath hurts to let go, and turns. When his eyes meet yours, you feel like the weight of the whole world just collapsed onto your chest.
Nanami is silently crying.
His eyes are rimmed red, and cheeks drenched wet.
You gently cup his jaw. “You were more than enough Kento. You held him even when he didn’t want to be held. You didn’t get angry. You didn’t walk away. You didn’t even raise your voice once. That’s not just ‘enough’. That’s what a good dad does. That’s love.”
He closes his eyes, leaning into your touch as more tears gather in his long blonde lashes. “I just…” his voice breaks. “I just wanted to be what he needed.”
Nanami wraps his arms around you tighter, letting his forehead drop to your shoulder. He breathes into your neck, letting your scent comforting him—just like his son does.
“I don’t mind not being the favorite,” he murmurs after a while, his voice quiet and raw. “But I hope, one day, he’ll reach for me too.”
You press a kiss the top of his head, pulling him impossibly closer to you. “He will. And when he does…he won’t want to let go.”
(request)
Wedding Jitters
in which the men turn to Google for advice during your engagement What to Expect When Expecting - the pregnancy version
SATORU
SUGURU
CHOSO
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KENTO
SUKUNA

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⸝⸝⸝ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 w/ reader who never had gentle parents
you expected kento to yell back at you. argue. to hit you—though you knew your husband would never do that. maybe you wanted him ignore you outright, the way you deserved.
not do… whatever this was. anything would be better than this.
your husband met your rage with a searing hug. a careful one. a gentle one. so gentle it split something open inside you.
“it’s okay,” he murmured, deep and soothing, as if you hadn’t just yelled at him for the stupidest things ever.
and suddenly? you’re sobbing in his arms.
he didn’t tell you to calm down or that you were wrong. he just…told you it was okay?
like your broken temper wasn’t a problem at all. god. what was wrong with you?
“nothing’s wrong with you, honey.”
fuck. you’d said that out loud?
you quiver in his embrace, hiding from his gaze yet melting into him.
kento knew you grew up in a household with constant screaming and fighting. you told him about that part of you before you had even started dating.
you grew up used to being blamed. being ridiculed and compared. feeling small.
you hadn’t even realized that wasn’t the way a healthy family should be until you grew up and saw how your friends were treated at their homes. you learned too late love wasn’t supposed to feel like walking on glass.
but the damage was already done and could never be undone.
hearing jake sully say baby and baby girl in his thick deep alien dilf voice in 3D did something to me
His thighs...
No lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backward, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in the rain, in a train, on a plane, in a car, on a motorcycle, the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earth quaking, sheet gripping, knuckle cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jittering, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, detectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell dissolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and id still ride.
thinking thoughts … hm ……

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