the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
âtoji, babe, you canât just hold megumi like that.â
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 heâs holding onto a grocery bag.
âwhy not? kid seems pretty happy âbout it.â toji shrugs nonchalantly, looking down at the baby, âlook at âm.â
your eyes move to focus on megumi, whose limbs are kicking around in the air, the back of his romper being held by tojiâs rough hand. your son seems fine; no cries or protests. in fact, heâs happily sucking on his pacifier and those blue eyes of his are shining like heâs having the time of his life.
âsee, told ya,â toji smirks as he sees the surprise on your face because of how content megumi is in such an uncomfortable-looking position, âno need to worry. âm strong enough not to drop him.â
you canât 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, âthanks. you can hand âgumi over now though. need to feed him.â
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, âi can do it.â
he goes ahead and scoops up some mushed food, which is way too much for one bite. especially for a literal child.
âalright lilâ buddy, open up,â toji hums and guides the big bite to megumiâs mouth. your son parts his lips with a happy expression, taking in the food, but not without leaving a small mess around the corners. itâs expected to happen since his mouth had only so little capacity.
âthaâs my boy,â your husband grins before feeding the poor child another huge bite. more than half of it got smeared onto megumiâs chubby cheeks; his romper also catching some drops that fell from his lips.
though, that didnât matter to toji. all that matters is that megumi isnât making a fuss and that heâs happily munching on the food that heâs given.
the mess being made is of little importance to toji. the fact that he âsucceededâ in doing such a small task without making his son cry, is enough of an achievement for now.
âdamn, iâm gettinâ pretty good at this parenting stuff, donâcha think?â toji snickers.
âŠwell, it seems like he still has a long way to go for it to be considered âgoodâ enough by your standards. youâre glad he is trying at the very least.
you wake up in the middle of the night to find Sukuna still gaming, fluff
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. Heâs mid-match, fully focused, but the second the hinges creak, his head snaps toward the door.
As he takes in the sight of you, swaddled in fabric and swaying slightly from lingering sleep, the intensity he had for the game vanishes instantly. His lips pull into a small, helpless smile as his expression softens into unguarded love. He looks utterly defeated by the sight of his sleepy wife, and he doesnât even try to hide it.
"Hey, angel,â he whispers. Without waiting for you to speak, he pushes his chair back from the desk and reaches out with one arm, beckoning you over. "Come here."
Hauling you into his lap easily, he settles you sideways across his thighs before carefully tucking the edges of the duvet around your feet. You don't even have to find your spot; you lean into him naturally, your head resting against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat is steady and strong under your ear, acting as the perfect lullaby.
He slides his headset back on, but his movements change. Heâs playing at a disadvantage now, having to reach around you to hit the keys, but he doesnât seem to care. Every now and then, his large hand mindlessly rubs your arm through the blanket in a soothing motion that pulls you back toward sleep.
Through the faint leak from his headphones, Satoruâs shouts crackle, but the volume is suddenly cut in half by Sukuna so the boysâ voices donât startle you. He stops talking back to them altogether, communicating only in short, quiet grunts or silent pings on the map.
He finishes the match without moving even an inch, letting you breathe against him, his chest rising and falling in time with yours.
The lobby music hums at a low, nearly imperceptible level as Sukuna waits for the next match to load. Satoru is midway through a loud story about a botched order at the bakery, Suguru openly mocks the white-haired man, and Choso offers dry commentary in the background. Sukuna barely hears them, tuning them out almost entirely, keeping his attention fixed on the weight of you in his lap.Â
Looking down, he notices your breathing has finally slowed into true sleep. A heavy, quiet warmth settles in his chest, leaving him completely undone by the simple reality that youâre his.
Sukuna reaches out with his free hand, and his thick fingers brush a stray strand of hair from your face with surprising gentleness. He tucks it behind your ear, his thumb lingering for a second to graze the shell of it, amused by how you donât even stir under his touch. In moments like these, he knows exactly how lucky he is.
His hand slides further down, slipping beneath the edge of the blanket to find the small of your back. Blunt nails trace the slow patterns you love as he gently scratches. He feels you melt further against him in your sleep, your body relaxing into his warmth as if youâre subconsciously acknowledging his care.Â
Even as the game finally finds a match and the loading screen flashes, he doesnât pull his hand away. He keeps that steady, soothing motion going, his gaze lingering on your peaceful face for a moment longer before he finally turns his attention back to the monitors.
After another game like that, the clicking stops, but youâre sleeping too deeply to notice the difference. Sukuna doesnât wake you, gently hooking one arm under your knees and the other behind your back, then standing up from the gaming chair effortlessly.
When he reaches the bed, he lowers his massive frame onto the sheets, keeping you tucked firmly against his chest. He pulls the heavy comforter over both of you, wraps his arm around your waist, and presses a slow, lingering kiss to the top of your hair.
"Softie," you mumble into his chest, barely conscious.
Thereâs no point in denying it, so he lets out a long exhale, rolling his eyes, his hand splayed flat against your back to keep you close. He hooks one of his thick legs over yours, tangling your bodies together, and the heat coming off him makes the rest of the cold room disappear.
"Go to sleep, brat," he mutters back, his voice thick with tenderness.Â
He gives your waist one last, gentle squeeze before he finally closes his eyes and lets his own exhaustion take over, his grip never loosening even as he falls into a deep sleep.
â
a/n: domestic sukuna masterlist
@i-luv-mangos i know this isn't what you actually asked for, but since i already had this started, i thought maybe it would work lmao
fem! reader, you & rin have a son (unnamed), inspired by the bllk exhibition pics of his and sae's childhood room where theres bite marks on basically everything bc of rin LOL
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 thatâŠ" 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 cuteâŠ
"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.
·.â đđđđđđđđ. true form!sukuna has a huge size kink (+ corruption kink) and he isnât 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 ânaiveâ, âshyâ). tummy bulging. loss of virginity mention. hymen breaking mention. cervĂx fucking, ouch. lots of teasing. tiny bit of choking. tiny mention of blood tasting ? hint at Änal. reader get called âwoman, brat, slut, little' :: wc. 2.6k
sukuna is intrigued by you. heâs always been since the moment heâs 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. heâd 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'd only bow your head at him and apologise if youâve caused him any possible inconveniences. it annoyed the sorcerer. you werenât trembling in fear like all the others wouldâitâs like there was nothing going on in that head of yours. especially when you smile at him. which no one actually dares to do.
sukuna could crush you. with no effort. one big hand would be enough to pick your entire body up, lift you in the air and throw you around like a ragdoll. you donât seem to fear the possibility of that happening, even when being faced with a pissed off monster.
itâs truly intriguing and amusing. thatâs why sukuna keeps you around every dayâas a form of entertainment, he calls it. one thing had led to the other and you eventually ended up as one of his concubines. the king of curses himself decided to grant you that promotion.
why? because not only does your fragile body, reserved and polite personality and innocence secretly fascinate himâit also makes him crave you. crave to shatter that naivety of yours. to take that small body of yours and make it feel what it means to be overpowered by a man twice your size.
sukuna does not regret his decision to make you his concubine. the first night you spent together was one of the best nights he ever had. in all his many years of living. not a single woman had ever succeeded in blowing his mind when it came to sex.
it was usually boring and repetitive. he felt nothing for those women heâs had in bed beforeâit was solely for the fact of satisfying himself. though, that changed on the day you had given him your virginity.
he remembers every detail; from your little noises of both pain and pleasure, your tight and untouched pussy that bled faintly when the fat tip of his lower cock pushed through, your nails that dug into his arms and back, your thighs that he held to your chest, his large hands that could easily wrap around the fat of them, your aching cunt that was left spasming around air as it tried to keep his sticky cum stored in place.
sukuna didnât think your tears would affect him as much. when he took your virginity and you whimpered in pain âhe did feel an almost unnoticeable twinge of guilt. it was strange; he hadnât felt that emotion before. he had actually stopped and wiped your tears away. roughly whispered some words of encouragement too.
he had never done so before. never.
he had never told anyone how âgoodâ they were for him. how heâd be âcarefulâ to not make it hurt any more. the king of curses recalls vividly how slow he started with you. slow sex. instead of rough like heâs used to.
sukuna wasnât chasing after his own pleasure in that moment like heâd usually have. his main priority was to make sure the girl below him was comfortable enough to continue. youâre strange. the things you make him do, say and feel are strange. and yet. . .
it was an amazing night. the best. however sukuna was left behind with an insatiable hunger for you. more, more, more. he canât grasp it yet; why he longs for you. for those feelings heâs suddenly capable of experiencing during intimate moments.
itâs why he calls for you every night. no other concubine was needed after you were made one. the king of curses couldnât care less about those other women. they are boring to him.
unlike you. the one heâs sure that he wonât ever get bored of.
. . .
âhmh, you can take me so well now,â sukuna breathes out. one of his cocks is inches deep inside you, bulbous tip painfully hitting your cervix. over the past few weeks, your body has learnt to adjust to him, your pussy molded to fit the shape of his dick.
sukuna looks down at you and his cocks twitch with the urge to release already, his heavy balls clenching. your fucked out state is adorable. you seem so vulnerable underneath the big man.
âtsk. what a fragile little thing.â
it almost sounds condescending. degrading. especially with sukunaâs lips curled up into a mean grin, his sharp canines showing. there is a puddle of your cum forming underneath your hipsâstaining the sheets that the poor servants have to clean by tomorrow morning.
âp-please, fngh, âs too big,â you sputter out.
no matter how many times you take sukuna in, your smaller body canât quite fully accommodate to the girth of him. every time he hits your deepest parts, you let out a painful whimper.
sukuna kisses his teeth, though slows his thrusts a bit. the wet sounds of his cum and yours getting pushed in and out of your cunt with each move is too addicting. what sukuna loves most is the view of the skin of your lower abdomen swelling and stretching each time he pushes forward.
âi thought yâ said youâd take both of my cocks today, yet it seems like you canât even handle one,â the king of curses sighs whilst belittling you. one set of hands is holding you down by your hips, the other set is fondling your stiff nipples and circling your sensitive clit, âwhat a pity. a real pity.â
you almost choke on your spit as all your sensitive spots are being fondled. sukunaâs thick fingers leave no place untouched as he increases the tempo againâhis cock plunging in and out of your stretched hole. the upper one is twitching, rubbing against your clit and lower abdomen.
sukuna harshly grabs your jaw and makes you look up at him after he hears you apologise for making empty promises. he seems satisfied with you staying so polite. even when heâs practically rearranging your insides. the way you talk through your soft sobs and cries is endearing. it makes him grin wickedly.
âi donât want to break my favourite little concubine yet, yâ see,â sukuna continues. he lets out a grunt of pleasure when your pussy clenches around his thick cock. no matter how many times he fucks you dumb, you still remain as tight as the first time.
he takes in a deep breath. heâs trying his best not to pound you into the mattress. heâd fold you in half and probably break you like the fragile thing you are. he could snap you like a twig if he wasnât careful, â. . .but yâre making it very difficult for me.â
you respond by apologising again. oh, how cute it was to see you babble and make up excuses.
sukuna grits his teeth, jaw clenching as he resists the urge to go harder on you. youâre already squirming and moaning loudly just because heâs fucking you hard and deepâbruising your cervix and forcing your walls to open up to him.
ââm sorry, wanna take both.â you hiccup and sniffle. tears run down your cheeks from overstimulation. it feels so good yet so painful to be taken by the person you admire most. you donât want to displease him, so you utter those hopeless yet needy sentences again and again.
sukuna stops his movements when you weakly ask him to use both of his cocks on you. he scoffs, not knowing where you gained the confidence from. he pulls out of your dripping cunt, leaving a trail of cum connecting both your genitalia.
ââwanna take both,â she says,â sukuna mocks you under his breath. itâs getting worse; heâs nearing the point of no return. especially with your desperate whines that are like music to his ears, âyouâll break, woman.â
two of his hands move to stroke along his lengths, smearing the mixture of body fluids all over them. his eyes glare down at your small formâalready fucked out, yet aching to continue. needing the full experience for once.
you always turn from a shy girl to a complete slut whenever he has you in bed. he loves it.
âi want to try at the very least,â you mutter.
itâs true that youâre exhausted. youâre catching your breath now that you got the chance, tired eyes glancing up at sukunaâs enormous stature between your legs, his defined muscles and the tattoos on them glistening under the faint light of the oil lamp.
it gets your pussy throbbing and clamping down around air. you feel a bit light headed and your head lolls back against the pillow, eyes glazed over as you try to seem determined. but your body is tired.
âyeah? how. . . cute,â sukuna grins.
he knows you canât. not today at least. he doesnât mind if you arenât capable of taking him fully, because youâve already pleased him well enough for now. though, he still canât help but tease youâmake it seem like heâs going to give you what you want, âall right. donât say i didnât warn you.â
your eyes widen and your fingers curl around the silky bedsheets beneath you in anticipation. your heart is pounding in your chest as you watch sukuna pump his two cocks a bit faster, squeezing the base a bit, leaking some pre.
itâs all just for show.
âiâm not stopping. even if you scream,â the king of curses warns you with a dangerous glint in his eyes. you gulp at the terrifying aura sukuna is emitting. one of his tips teases your entrance whilst the other probes and circles around your anus.
he threatens you again, testing if youâll back down, âlast chance. iâm not pulling out once iâm in, do yâhear me?â
you keep being stubborn until the very last second. sukunaâs deep voice shaking you to your core is not enough to make you change your mind. youâre so desperate to fulfill his every need and make sure that heâs satisfied.
sukuna is completely amused.
he decides to take it up a notch. he pushes his lower cock against the tight ring of muscles, pressing and nearly allowing the tip to move in. the sudden increase in pressure is torturous. you surely wouldnât be able to withstand the entire thing.
âw-wait!â you squeal in surprise and pain. the sting you feel makes you snap back into reality. itâs then that you realise that you need more time and experience to take both of sukunaâs dicks.
you squirm your hips away, âcanât. i canât.. hurts too much.â
sukuna nearly rolls his eyes once you finally give in. he shakes his head with a sigh, feigning disapproval and annoyance. he pulls his entire body away from yoursâa ominous shadow casted over his eyes. it makes you believe that heâs pissed off at you; for being unable to please him.
you panic a little. even if you are sure sukuna wouldnât ever hurt you. you know he favours you over the other concubines. you donât want to lose that position.
âiâm sorry,â you apologise before he can say anything. he lets out a sharp breath, rough hands back on your body, kneading your flesh gently yet firmly. his eyes take in the view of you trembling.
itâs unreal. you are half his sizeâcompletely vulnerable underneath him. heâd normally call people like you weak and useless. wouldnât feel a thing for them. but your naked body below his is a sight he wishes to see every night.
it turns sukuna on so much. the fact that you are helpless and donât complain when youâre struggling to take one of his cocks gets him going each time.
âtsk. whatâd i tell you?â sukuna grumbles. he slaps his lower cock firmly against your clit. your body responds by closing your thighs together, though he pries them apart again, âstop overestimating yourself, brat.â
he isnât actually mad. it was expectedâof course you canât take both at once. he hasnât even prepped your other hole enough. besides, you are clearly still exhausted from the previous rounds. sukuna just likes to. . . test and take advantage of your devotion to him. your obedience and desires to please him.
itâs fascinating to see you squirm and apologise in that whiny voice of yours. it makes him grin from ear to ear. and it keeps things fun.
before you can mutter excuses again, sukuna stops you by leaning in. just when you thought youâd finally get to kiss him, he goes to bite down on your bottom lip. a moan slips out of your mouth which only spurs him on to bite down harder.
you can feel the devilish smirk on sukuna against your lip. his wet tongue cleans up the tiny drop of blood that escaped the wound. he lets out a low hum in approval at the taste. delicious as always.
ânow, how should i punish my little concubine for being unable to keep her word?â sukuna whispers in a serious tone.
it sends shivers down your spine, his hot breath traveling from your jaw to your right ear. he slowly licks your earlobe, âwhat do you say? any ideas?â
the tension in the room is palpable. your heart is stammering in your throat from the proximity between the two of you. you gather the courage to answer as sukunaâs fingers curl around your neck, squeezing your throat as if forcing the answer out of you.
âi-iâll do anything, sir,â you reply through a shaky breath. the king of curses pulls back after heâs got a response from you. your eyes meet his and thatâs when you know that youâve either greatly pleased him or have given him the chance to go all out on you.
itâs probably both.
âanything, you say?â sukuna repeats slowly. without a warning, he effortlessly flips you over on your stomach, a set of hands pulling your ass up by your hips whilst the other set holds your upper body down on the mattress.
a harsh grip on the back of your head results into you whimpering. your face is mushed into a pillow, almost leaving no place to breathe. your back is placed in the perfect arch with your plump ass facing up. itâs one of sukunaâs favourite positions to do with youâespecially because it makes you seem smaller than you already are.
âkeheh. iâll make ya regret saying that,â sukuna snickers. a low, evil and wicked chuckle. thatâs enough to make you realise that heâs not going easy on you.
your submission has greatly impressed him and he's taking advantage of it. again.
what would come next could be a reward for that said submission. heâs going to fuck your brains out and make you forget about everything else except for his dick. a night you wonât ever forget as long as you liveâthatâs a possibility.
or perhaps youâre going to be crying and begging him to go easy on you. a punishment for not being able to keep your promise. that could also happen.
anyway, youâre about to find out which one it is
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 beforeâ
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 itâyou 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.
âtoji! where the fuck did you come from?!â
âseriously doll? thatâs how you greet your boyfriend?â 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.
âyouâre a gremlin.â
âa gremlin whoâs very much in love with your ass.â
you roll your eyes at him moving along. but this was just routine to himâthe 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 whatâalways 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 itânot this time though.
but right as he was walking away, you paced behind him, angling your hand to perfection beforeâ
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.
âgah dayum how long have you been hiding that from me?â you said whistling while ogling at your own boyfriendâs butt.
he yelped like a surprised dog, his face tinged pink while he almost squealed at the sharp pain spreading through his cheeks.
ânever do that again.â
âit jiggles. toji why did you never tell me it jiggles.â you say making a grabbing motion before he backs away from you.
âyouâre worse than i am.â he says almost afraid.
âdamn straight i am.â 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 writerâs block now sorray. @yoonsucks @yorikae
dividers: @/pixopix .
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon tojiâs worm to crawl up your ass.
nonchalant break up đŒ sukuna x f!reader fluff fic ê«áȘĘ sukuna is always one step ahead
"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."
papa!geto comes home exhausted after a long day of cult business, only to be reminded of what matters most by his favorite tiny human.
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. youâre 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.
sheâs clutching her bunny plushie suguru had bought herâthe one she refuses to leave the house withoutâagainst 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 sheâs 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?"
suguruâs 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 suguruâs throatâa 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."
â streamer!jo makes you fuck him reverse cowgirl after you blamed him for not giving you attention
his stream is still rolling, the chat flying by in a blur of emotes and questions he barely glances at anymore.
satoruâs 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 youâre straddling him backwards, skirt flipped up around your waist, panties long gone.
âdude,â someone pings in.
âyeah, iâm here,â he murmurs into the mic, voice calm and easy like nothingâs happening, thumb brushing over the controller. âsorry about the lag earlier, my bad.â
you bite your lip hard to keep quiet, knees digging into the cushion on either side of his thighs.
heâs 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. âride me then,â heâd said, simple as that, camera off but everything else still live. âshow me how bad you need it while i finish this game.â
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. satoruâs 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.
âbro, youâre cracked today,â one of his friends laughs through the headset, probably thinking satoruâs tired.
satoru chuckles, the vibration running straight through his chest and into you. fuck.
âmust be the vibes,â 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 doesnât catch it. probably.
âyâall seem to play weak tonight,â 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 heâs 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.
âkeep going, baby,â 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 youâre stretched around him, teasing without giving you the friction youâre aching for. ânice and slow. let me feel you.â
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 heâs soothing you.
âyou good over there?â his friend asks.
âyeah,â satoru replies, voice perfectly steady even as he gives another lazy roll of his hips that has you seeing stars. âthink imma need to sign out tonight, iâm not feeling well, chat.â
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 itâs nothing. when the game ends and he finally mutes for a second, he leans in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear.
âblame me for not giving you attention again,â he whispers, breath hot, âand next time the camera stays on.â
discovering streamer!satoru au.. whew yâall will hate to see me coming now
pro volleyball player ushijima, who barely ever answers journalists' questions in more than three words. pro volleyball player ushijima, who suddenly has no problem answering when it's journalist!reader asking the questions
âwhy do you hang out around my uncle?â 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.
âim tutoring him, yuji.â
âwhats thaf mean?â he says plopping onto your lap while you pinch his little cheeks, looking up at you with gigantic doe eyes. youâd 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?
âit means i teach him things that he doesnât understand, baby.â you cooed while yuji giggled trying to grab your face and smush it together.
âdoes this mean heâs stupid?â yeah. you were going to get along with this kid just fine.
âi heard that, brat.â
âuncle kuna!! is stupid!!â 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.
âi thought you hated kids?â sukuna says tilting his head, while slowly trying to pry yuji off of your lapâ
âwell, i dislike most kids, not yuji though!â
âpretty lady likes me!!â 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.
âan enemy of my enemy is my friend. whoâs my enemy, yuji?â
âuncle sukuna!â 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 didnât 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 littleâthe walls that youâd spent so long building were starting a crumble and if having his gremlin of a nephew meant that youâd 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. iâm tired huuuhhhgh @yorikae @yoonsucks
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