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you and your husband were sitting outside the estate, overlooking the beautiful gardens that you always tended to so meticulously.

sure, there were gardeners, but you always insisted on having the garden to yourself (much to sukuna’s dismay, he would prefer it if you never left your bed chambers).

you were only a few weeks from giving birth, and with the date approaching quickly, preparations were being steadily made.

all of your needs and wants were met by your servants, and sukuna was more attentive than ever. you were carrying his heir, after all.

the sun was setting over the lush grounds. your husbands four arms were wrapped around you, keeping you trapped on his lap.

one of his massive hands splayed across your swollen belly, rubbing it gently through the fabric of your robes.

“the summer approaches.” he comments flatly, his voice a low rumble in his chest, vibrating against your back.

“mm.” you hum, nodding. what a lovely evening with your husband, wasn’t it?

however, pregnancy had taken a toll on many different parts of you, including your hunger. and you were now craving a snack.

“my lord?” you ask.

he doesn’t say anything, but his hand stills on your stomach, and you know he’s listening.

“the baby is hungry.” you mutter.

you had been doing this for weeks.

“the baby wants…”

“ryomen, can you please fetch ____? it’s for the baby.”

“the baby needs…”

sukuna knew, of course, that you were using his child as no more than a pawn in your requests. it should’ve made him furious, but instead, it just filled him with a primal need to take care of you.

he would do anything for you, you just had to name it.

“and what would the baby like?” he asks, already carefully lifting you off of his lap.

“diced dragonfruit… and rice… and plantains.”

he paused as he was walking through the doorway into the estate, his broad back facing you.

“… anything else?” he asks, voice measured. you were lucky he loved you so much, the king of curses would never be ordered around like this otherwise.

“… and maybe a soft boiled egg.” you add sheepishly. he’s not facing you, but you can picture his reaction.

“quite an interesting craving the baby has tonight, hm?”

but he’s already heading inside to prepare your snack, of course.

babysitter!reader who wakes up freshly cleaned up, in one of toji’s oversized—well oversized to you—graphic t-shirts and a pair of boxers that practically fall off of your ass. toji has you wrapped up in his arms, almost as if he’s scared you might run away!

babysitter!reader who tries to escape from toji’s grasp only to be met with a, “no, no…stay ‘ere…” mumbled from his slightly open lips. his voice raspier than what you’re used to from him. (and maybe sexier..)

you and your husband were sitting outside the estate, overlooking the beautiful gardens that you always tended to so meticulously.

sure, there were gardeners, but you always insisted on having the garden to yourself (much to sukuna’s dismay, he would prefer it if you never left your bed chambers).

you were only a few weeks from giving birth, and with the date approaching quickly, preparations were being steadily made.

all of your needs and wants were met by your servants, and sukuna was more attentive than ever. you were carrying his heir, after all.

the sun was setting over the lush grounds. your husbands four arms were wrapped around you, keeping you trapped on his lap.

one of his massive hands splayed across your swollen belly, rubbing it gently through the fabric of your robes.

“the summer approaches.” he comments flatly, his voice a low rumble in his chest, vibrating against your back.

“mm.” you hum, nodding. what a lovely evening with your husband, wasn’t it?

however, pregnancy had taken a toll on many different parts of you, including your hunger. and you were now craving a snack.

“my lord?” you ask.

he doesn’t say anything, but his hand stills on your stomach, and you know he’s listening.

“the baby is hungry.” you mutter.

you had been doing this for weeks.

“the baby wants…”

“ryomen, can you please fetch ____? it’s for the baby.”

“the baby needs…”

sukuna knew, of course, that you were using his child as no more than a pawn in your requests. it should’ve made him furious, but instead, it just filled him with a primal need to take care of you.

he would do anything for you, you just had to name it.

“and what would the baby like?” he asks, already carefully lifting you off of his lap.

“diced dragonfruit… and rice… and plantains.”

he paused as he was walking through the doorway into the estate, his broad back facing you.

“… anything else?” he asks, voice measured. you were lucky he loved you so much, the king of curses would never be ordered around like this otherwise.

“… and maybe a soft boiled egg.” you add sheepishly. he’s not facing you, but you can picture his reaction.

“quite an interesting craving the baby has tonight, hm?”

but he’s already heading inside to prepare your snack, of course.

you and your husband were sitting outside the estate, overlooking the beautiful gardens that you always tended to so meticulously.

sure, there were gardeners, but you always insisted on having the garden to yourself (much to sukuna’s dismay, he would prefer it if you never left your bed chambers).

you were only a few weeks from giving birth, and with the date approaching quickly, preparations were being steadily made.

all of your needs and wants were met by your servants, and sukuna was more attentive than ever. you were carrying his heir, after all.

the sun was setting over the lush grounds. your husbands four arms were wrapped around you, keeping you trapped on his lap.

one of his massive hands splayed across your swollen belly, rubbing it gently through the fabric of your robes.

“the summer approaches.” he comments flatly, his voice a low rumble in his chest, vibrating against your back.

“mm.” you hum, nodding. what a lovely evening with your husband, wasn’t it?

however, pregnancy had taken a toll on many different parts of you, including your hunger. and you were now craving a snack.

“my lord?” you ask.

he doesn’t say anything, but his hand stills on your stomach, and you know he’s listening.

“the baby is hungry.” you mutter.

you had been doing this for weeks.

“the baby wants…”

“ryomen, can you please fetch ____? it’s for the baby.”

“the baby needs…”

sukuna knew, of course, that you were using his child as no more than a pawn in your requests. it should’ve made him furious, but instead, it just filled him with a primal need to take care of you.

he would do anything for you, you just had to name it.

“and what would the baby like?” he asks, already carefully lifting you off of his lap.

“diced dragonfruit… and rice… and plantains.”

he paused as he was walking through the doorway into the estate, his broad back facing you.

“… anything else?” he asks, voice measured. you were lucky he loved you so much, the king of curses would never be ordered around like this otherwise.

“… and maybe a soft boiled egg.” you add sheepishly. he’s not facing you, but you can picture his reaction.

“quite an interesting craving the baby has tonight, hm?”

but he’s already heading inside to prepare your snack, of course.

you’re in bed with your boyfriend, your face buried in his bare chest. his strong arms were wrapped tight around you, his frame curled around yours.

he just loves how small and warm you are, and the feeling of your breath falling in little wisps against his skin.

“baby. c’mere.” he whispered sleepily, pulling you impossibly closer against his chest.

“m’literally as close to you as possible, sugu.” you mutter in response, squirming a little in his grasp, attempting to get comfortable while your furnace of a boyfriend is wrapped around you.

not to mention, it’s already swelteringly hot in your apartment, and your big muscly boyfriend’s vice grip around you is not helping.

he lets out a quiet chuckle against your hair as you attempt to escape.

“suguruuu,” you whine, opting to try to pry his arms from around you instead. “you’re actually burning me.”

“oh, so you don’t like cuddling with me now?”

“it’s not that, baby. i just enjoy my mobility.”

he loosens his hold by a fraction. “that better for you, sweetheart?” he asks, voice low and sleepy and entirely serious.

you just sigh, giving into the fact that you’ll never be able to win against him, but you know that you’re right where you want to be.

||a/n: come here suguru…

light yagami was a man of professionalism, hard work, and intelligence—so never in a million years did the task force think when light said he had a girlfriend—were you going to pop up by his side.

you were…pink, pastel colors wrapped around your body like second skin. tight fitting clothing was the usual style for you—even if light hated it. or…pretended to. he hated all the eyes on you, the attention you received when others could see your chest practically spilling out of your top. he despised it. but he loved it when you were alone, when he didn’t have to struggle to undress you—but that was different. that was when you were together, when only his eyes were on you. but now? the entire task force could see just how much of a slut you were. what a whore light yagami was dating.

his words not theirs.

now you thought it would be the sweetest surprise to come by the task force headquarters with light’s lunch; pasta you’d made with cut up fruit and some cookies! he’d mistakenly forgotten and you took it upon yourself to deliver it to him like the caring girlfriend you were.

now you knew there were precautions that had to be taken to protect themselves from kira, but what you didn’t expect when you arrived was for the head quarters to look something akin to a maximum security prison.

you stood there at the entrance with a lunchbox in hand, completely dumbfounded…

“ahm-ryuzaki, there’s someone at the front gate..”

matsuda’s voice caught everyone’s attention, their eyes darting to the wide-screen cameras—each one focusing in on you.

“who is tha—“

“that’s my girlfriend.” light grumbled beneath his breath, his irritation obvious to everyone in the room.

“an odd way to declare that.” ryuzaki muttered, sitting in his chair the way he always did while he munched away on some macarons. if you were really light’s girlfriend, he would at least try and act like he liked you wouldn’t he? maybe he’s in a mood. perhaps he doesn’t love you at all. maybe—

bzz. bzz.

light’s phone began to ring and he didn’t have to look at the cameras to know it was you, waiting for him to pick up.

he let the phone ring for a few seconds before picking it up, hoping his delay would make you think he was busy.

boy was he wrong.

“light!! i’m outside your work building, but i don’t know how to get inside! i have your lunch hehe, i even cut up the strawberries into little hearts and—“

you continued to ramble—not giving light a single moment to speak. the entire task force just watched from the cameras, confused and a little…flustered?

they couldn’t tell exactly what you were wearing, but they got the gist. it showed off your legs and a bit of your cleavage, skin that seemed a bit fuzzy from the quality of the camera, but it was visible none the less.

it pushed light over the edge when he looked back at matsuda just to see his eyes glued to the screen, his face completely red.

“go home.”

“w-what?” you stuttered, a little caught off guard from the stern tone of light’s voice. like a teacher scolding their student.

he was sick of them—matsuda especially—ogling you as if he wasn’t right there. they didn’t deserve to see you all dolled up. you were here to see him. you got ready for him, you got lunch for him—they couldn’t have you. what were you doing practically parading yourself around like that for them? god, you had to have been doing it on purpose at this point…

“i’m not hungry. go home.”

maybe he didn’t hear how mean he was being to his poor girlfriend—but he was. it wasn’t his usual mean. mean that he would instantly apologize for because he knew you’d start crying, or even the condescending mean he’d pull during sex, making fun of your sobbing and hot body. mimicking your moans.

this? it just made you want to crawl into a hole and die. and everybody saw it.

“..okay.”

you physically deflated, hesitantly walking back to your car until you left the camera’s frame.

“I’ll call you back later, okay? ‘m busy you know this.”

“i know..” you sighed, playing with the lunchboxes strap just to give yourself something to do.

“bye, baby.”

“bye, light.”

you let out a soft sigh, plopping into the front seat with a little pout. you just wanted to be helpful. you didn’t want your boyfriend to starve through out the day :(

but he didn’t take it as help, he took it as an annoying distraction. something that fucked with him emotionally. seeing everyone look at you like that? at what was his? it made him…feel something. something he didn’t like.

“that seemed harsh, light.” ryuzaki commented, breaking the awkward silence. what did he even know about relationships anyways? he didn’t understand you or light—he was upset at you. rightfully so in his eyes, and you needed a punishment.

“she’ll be fine, not like i hit her.”

“yet.” aizawa muttered, sending mogi a look.

“excuse me?”

you stayed curled in your bed until light came home, softly crying into your pillowcase. he knew you were sensitive. knew he needed to plan out his words before speaking to you—and yet, this time your overthinking got to you before he could.

you didn’t even hear his footsteps or the creak of the door when he came in, you only felt him when he put his hand on your shoulder, shaking you slightly.

“why are you crying, hm?”

you look up at him, slowly blinking away your tears as you tried to form a sentence. unfortunately, the only thing you could mutter was “lunch”, but light connected the puzzle pieces from there.

“lunch, huh?” he sighed, palming your cheek to force you to make eye contact.

“now..when you came by what were you wearing?”

“a..skirt and top.”

“no. try again.”

“s-short skirt and..and low cut top..” you whispered, shame building behind your eyes.

“mhm..and what did i say not to wear?”

“revealing things..”

“and did you listen to me?” he murmured, squishing your cheeks with his fingers ever so slightly as he looked down at you. condescending as ever.

“n-no.” you stuttered, swallowing hard as he finally let go of you, his patience slowly snapping.

“do you understand why i yelled at you now? yeah, baby?”

you nodded your head, watching him slide off his coat after he pulled himself away from you, letting the piece of clothing drop to the floor.

“c’mere.” he sighed, patting the spot on his thigh.

you were quick to pounce onto his lap, waiting expectantly for a kiss. maybe even a little hickey on your neck as a “lesson” but he just stayed still as if he was waiting for you to correct your mistake. a mistake you didn’t even know you made.

“…light?”

“other side.”

shit. you knew you wouldn’t get off so easily.

“but—“

“don’t make me repeat myself.”

you slowly got off his lap before rolling back onto his legs on your stomach, your ass above his thighs.

you knew what was coming yet you still flinched when he spoke, his voice deep and low.

“now count.”

(spoiler alert— it doesn’t work)

“please don’t go. please? i’ll be so good…”

choso’s needy pleading went in one ear and out the other. maybe this would’ve worked in the early stages of your relationship, but a year in? really?

“babe, i made these plans a week ago, and you knew about them.” you reminded him, ignoring his whines as you fixed your hair in the mirror.

“i know…” he mumbled sadly, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face in your neck, planting a series of slow kisses along your throat.

you sighed. “this isn’t gonna work.” you muttered, glaring at him in the mirror reflection.

he pouted, his hands traveling lower and slipping under your skirt. “are you sure…?” he whispered against the shell of your ear.

“choso.” you say flatly, pushing his hands off of your thighs. “i’m leaving. you’re not making me late.”

he frowned as you turned around to face him, his expression like a kicked puppy. “will you be home late?”

“mm.. probably not too long after midnight.” you lean up to press a little kiss on his jaw, smiling sweetly.

“and you’ll call me?”

“mhm.”

“if anything happens?”

“yes baby.”

“you won’t go anywhere alone, right?”

“nope, i’ll stay with my friends.”

he just stares at you for a few moments, blinking down at you.

“… be safe.”

you nodded, leaning up to press a few more kisses around his face, making him blush.

“see you later, baby. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

~

and then he waited…

and waited…

and waited.

until he knew that you had finally come home safe.

800 words, quick read 𝑓𝑡. byf!toru ( +18 )

streamer byf ! satoru is the type to keep the facecam on while you’re bent over the desk in front of him, one hand on your hip and the other clicking through chat donations like it’s just another Tuesday. “Yeah I’ll do the ranked climb later,” he says into the mic, voice completely even, then leans forward and pushes into you slow and deep. He mutes for two seconds, mutters “fuck, clamp down like that again,” then unmutes and answers a sub question about his sensitivity settings while his hips keep rolling.

streamer byf ! satoru is the type to make you sit on his face during the loading screens, tongue working slow and deliberate while the queue timer ticks down. Every time the match is about to start he lifts you off just enough to say “one more, don’t come yet,” then goes right back to licking into you like he’s got all the time in the world. When the game finally loads he sets you back in his lap, still dripping, and starts playing with one hand while the other stays between your legs, fingers sliding in and out in time with the fights.

streamer byf ! satoru is the type to edge you for an entire three-hour stream, never letting you finish. He keeps a toy inside you on the lowest setting the whole time, remote in his pocket, and every time chat donates he turns it up for a few seconds just to watch you shift in the chair next to him. “You good?” he asks casually. You nod too fast and he smirks, turns the vibe higher, and goes back to explaining the new update like nothing’s happening.

streamer byf ! satoru is the type to let you give him head under the desk during collabs, completely straight-faced while he talks to other streamers on Discord. His hand stays in your hair the whole time, guiding you slow, and every time someone asks him a question he answers clearly even as your throat tightens around him. When the call ends he looks down, thumb brushing your bottom lip, and says “swallow,” quiet and calm, with a slight smirk.

streamer byf ! satoru is the type to record a private video just for the two of you after a long stream, camera still rolling while he bends you over the same chair. He talks the whole time in that same low voice, telling you exactly how wet you are, how good you take it, how chat would lose their minds if they could see. “Look at the camera,” he says, gripping your hair and tilting your face up. “Wanna see later how pretty you look when you’re full.”

streamer byf ! satoru is the type to make you edge yourself on camera while he plays, just out of frame. He tells you the rules in that same calm voice he uses for tutorials: “Fingers only. No coming until I say.” Every time you get close he glances over, shakes his head once, and you have to stop. Chat keeps asking why he keeps looking to the side. He just smirks and says “checking something,” then turns the sensitivity of the toy up another notch without ever taking his eyes off the game for long.

᭡ kali’s notes ⸻ Guys I’m obsessed with him in this kind of AU... I wish he were real..anyway hope y’all enjoyed it ??mwahh !

(spoiler alert— it doesn’t work)

“please don’t go. please? i’ll be so good…”

choso’s needy pleading went in one ear and out the other. maybe this would’ve worked in the early stages of your relationship, but a year in? really?

“babe, i made these plans a week ago, and you knew about them.” you reminded him, ignoring his whines as you fixed your hair in the mirror.

“i know…” he mumbled sadly, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face in your neck, planting a series of slow kisses along your throat.

you sighed. “this isn’t gonna work.” you muttered, glaring at him in the mirror reflection.

he pouted, his hands traveling lower and slipping under your skirt. “are you sure…?” he whispered against the shell of your ear.

“choso.” you say flatly, pushing his hands off of your thighs. “i’m leaving. you’re not making me late.”

he frowned as you turned around to face him, his expression like a kicked puppy. “will you be home late?”

“mm.. probably not too long after midnight.” you lean up to press a little kiss on his jaw, smiling sweetly.

“and you’ll call me?”

“mhm.”

“if anything happens?”

“yes baby.”

“you won’t go anywhere alone, right?”

“nope, i’ll stay with my friends.”

he just stares at you for a few moments, blinking down at you.

“… be safe.”

you nodded, leaning up to press a few more kisses around his face, making him blush.

“see you later, baby. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

~

and then he waited…

and waited…

and waited.

until he knew that you had finally come home safe.

(spoiler alert— it doesn’t work)

“please don’t go. please? i’ll be so good…”

choso’s needy pleading went in one ear and out the other. maybe this would’ve worked in the early stages of your relationship, but a year in? really?

“babe, i made these plans a week ago, and you knew about them.” you reminded him, ignoring his whines as you fixed your hair in the mirror.

“i know…” he mumbled sadly, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face in your neck, planting a series of slow kisses along your throat.

you sighed. “this isn’t gonna work.” you muttered, glaring at him in the mirror reflection.

he pouted, his hands traveling lower and slipping under your skirt. “are you sure…?” he whispered against the shell of your ear.

“choso.” you say flatly, pushing his hands off of your thighs. “i’m leaving. you’re not making me late.”

he frowned as you turned around to face him, his expression like a kicked puppy. “will you be home late?”

“mm.. probably not too long after midnight.” you lean up to press a little kiss on his jaw, smiling sweetly.

“and you’ll call me?”

“mhm.”

“if anything happens?”

“yes baby.”

“you won’t go anywhere alone, right?”

“nope, i’ll stay with my friends.”

he just stares at you for a few moments, blinking down at you.

“… be safe.”

you nodded, leaning up to press a few more kisses around his face, making him blush.

“see you later, baby. i love you.”

“i love you too.”

~

and then he waited…

and waited…

and waited.

until he knew that you had finally come home safe.