The things I would do for geto x reader with nanako and mimiko as their daughters *dramatic sigh*
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The things I would do for geto x reader with nanako and mimiko as their daughters *dramatic sigh*
MY FINGERS BARELY EVEN TOUCHED YOUR STUPID FUCKING AD STOP REDIRECTING ME TO THE APP STORE
reiner sleeps on the side of the bed closest to the door.
he always has.
even now, half-awake, his body is angled like a shield. broad shoulders tense beneath the thin cotton of his short, blond hair falling into his eyes in soft, uneven strands. his face looks difference in the dark, less guarded, more worn. lines at the corner of his eyes that only show when he's tired. a mouth that always seem set like he's bracing for something.
he hasn't slept yet.
you can tell by the way his breathing stays shallow, controlled, like rest is something he has to earn.
you shift closer, careful not to startle him. the mattress dips slightly. your hand rests against his arm, solid and warm, muscle relaxed only because he knows it's you.
"reiner," you whisper.
your voice is quiet, still heavy with sleep, soft in the way it only ever is at night. not asking. just there.
"i'm awake," he murmurs.
his voice is low, rough around the edges, like he hasn't used it much today. there's a steadiness to it—practiced, almost—but underneath, it sounds tired. honest.
you don't rush him. you never do.
minutes pass. your thumb traces slow, absent lines over his skin. outside, something hums in the distance—a car, streetlight, life continuing without asking anything of him.
"i don't think i deserve this," he says at last.
the words fall flat between you, not dramatic, not rehearsed. like he's been holding them in his chest for a long time and finally ran out of room.
you breathe in. his scent. him.
"deserve what?" you ask softly, even though your heart already knows.
he swallows. you can feel it under your hand.
"you," he says. then, quieter, "this. the house. the quiet." a pause, long enough to ache. "peace."
you move closer until your chest presses lightly to his back, until the warmth between you feels shared. your forehead rests against the space between his shoulder blades, where his breath rises and falls.
"this isn't something you took," you tell him. your voice is gentle, steady, the way it always is when he starts to drift too far inward. "you didn't steal it. you built it."
he lets out a breath that sounds almost unsteady.
"some days," he says, "it feels like i'm pretending. like i'm waiting for someone to realize i don't belong here."
you slide your hand into his, threading your fingers together slowly, deliberately.
"you come home," you say. "you take off your boots at the door. you sleep facing the hallway because you think it keeps me safe." your thumb presses lightly against his knuckles. "you belong."
that's when he finally turns.
careful, like he's afraid of breaking something fragile, reiner rolls onto his side to face you. up close, you can see the exhaustion etched into his features—the shadows under his eyes, the way his brows knit together even now. his eyes search your face like he's looking for permission.
"i'm tired," he admits.
"i know," you whisper.
you lift your hand to his face, brushing your thumb beneath his eye. his lashes flutter, and when he closes them, it's like something inside him finally loosens. he leans into your touch, just slightly—a quiet surrender.
you rest your forehead against his.
"you can rest," you tell him. "im here."
reiner exhales, slow and shaky, and this time, his breath deepens. his arm slips around your waist, protective even in his sleep, pulling you closer like it's instinct.
the door stays shut. the house stays still.
and for tonight, reiner lets himself believe he's allowed to be safe.
♡ Baby Megumi asks you and Toji “where do babies come from”
You’re folding laundry when Megumi drops the question that every parent dreads.
“Where do babies come from?”
Your hands freeze mid fold. Toji, who’d been reading the paper on the couch, doesn’t even look up.
“Ask your father.”
You shoot the words in his direction without breaking your stare down with the innocent four year-old in front of you.
“Don’t drag me into this.” He flips a page… still not looking. Coward.
Megumi’s looking between the two of you with those big blue eyes, head tilted like a confused puppy.
“But where?” His little voice goes up at the end, persistent as hell.
You shoot Toji a look. He’s still pretending to read, but you can see the corner of his mouth twitching like he’s holding back a laugh.
“Well, Megumi…” you start, giving up on the laundry entirely. “Babies grow in their mama’s tummy. Then when they’re ready, they come out.”
The look on Megumi’s face shifts from confusion to pure horror
“You ate me?”
“What? No….” You’re already backtracking
“Did I taste good?”
Toji’s paper crinkles as his shoulders start shaking. The asshole is actually laughing, barely holding it together behind the sports section.
“I didn’t eat you, baby. You just… grew. Inside me.” You try to salvage this, but it’s too late.
Megumi looks down at your stomach, then back up at your face.
“Am I gonna grow a baby in my tummy?”
“No, only women….”
“Is there one in there now?” He’s pointing at your stomach like it’s a ticking time bomb.
“No….”
“Can I check?”
Before you can stop him, he’s lifting up your shirt and pressing his ear to your stomach like he’s listening for a heartbeat or some shit.
Toji’s given up all pretense now. He’s full on laughing, paper abandoned on the floor.
“Megumi, there’s no baby in there.” You try to pull your shirt back down, but he’s got a grip on it.
“You sure?” He pokes your stomach. “Feels squishy.”
Toji makes a choking sound. You’re going to kill him.
“Okay, that’s it…” You finally wrestle your shirt back down and turn to your useless husband. “Toji, you explain. Since you think this is so funny.”
He wipes his eyes, still grinning like an idiot. “What do you want me to say?”
“The truth!”
“Kid, you came from your mom’s tummy. That’s it. End of story.”
Megumi crosses his little arms, a perfect mirror of his father when he’s being stubborn. “But how did I get in there?”
The room goes dead silent.
You and Toji lock eyes. There’s a moment of mutual panic before Toji clears his throat.
“Magic.”
Toji breaks first, and you want to strangle him.
“TOJI!!!”
“What? He’s four” He throws his hands up defensively
Megumi’s eyes go wide, all suspicion forgotten in favor of this new fascinating information.. “Mama knows magic?”
“Apparently,” Toji mutters, smirking at you.
You’re about to reach over and throttle your husband when Megumi tugs on your sleeve, looking up at you with those big hopeful eyes.
“Can you magic me a baby sister?”
“Absolutely not.” The answer comes out faster than you intended.
“Why?” He looks genuinely disappointed, bottom lip jutting out.
“Because…” You glance at Toji, who’s enjoying this way too much “Megumi, how about we go get ice cream?”
You deploy the nuclear option.
The kid’s face lights up immediately, previous line of questioning forgotten. “Okay”
He runs off to grab his shoes, little feet thundering down the hallway.
That leaves you and Toji alone. Your husband’s still grinning like an idiot
“Magic?” you hiss, , keeping your voice low so Megumi doesn’t hear.
“Worked, didn’t it?” He’s utterly shameless about it.
“We’re having a real conversation about this later.”
“Sure, doll. Whatever you say.”
He says it in that tone that means he’s absolutely not taking you seriously.
He pulls you down onto the couch before you can protest, arm wrapping around your waist and tugging you against his side.
Megumi’s singing some off key song about ice cream in the hallway
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Can anyone recommend some nanami fics with yuji as his son??
MEET THE ✩ NANAMI FAMILY
Kento is a hardworking man who gets things done at work. Ironically, the only thing he can’t manage is getting his boys to behave.
⤷ series masterlist ┈ kento's dad lore
CW. smau / family au / cursing / fluff / crack / bickering, chaotic siblings
So, since the JJK boys already have a college AU (frat!Gojo / nerd!Gojo, plug!Choso, frat!Sukuna), would it be asking too much for a Demon Slayer college AU too?
Unless one already exists and I just haven’t come across it yet.
the fushiguro family series ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡
⋆.𐙚 ̊ making husband!toji breed you when you're ovulating (18+)
⋆.𐙚 ̊ waking up husband!toji for your pregnancy cravings
⋆.𐙚 ̊ baby!gumi going to wake up dad!toji
⋆.𐙚 ̊ baby!gumi having a nightmare
⋆.𐙚 ̊ finding baby!gumi's drawings of you
⋆.𐙚 ̊ baby!gumi hitting dad!toji because of his loud snoring
⋆.𐙚 ̊ dad!toji massaging you and baby!gumi’s feet
⋆.𐙚 ̊ baby!gumi asking for a sibling - not completed
⋆.𐙚 ̊ walking in to find baby!gumi and husband!toji wreaking havoc - not completed
⋆.𐙚 ̊ baby!gumi summoning his divine doggies for the first time - not completed
more to come hopefully...
art by: @/siveryfoku (on x)
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Story Masterlist
Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Summary: He doesn’t care anymore. His past won’t haunt him. Toji let you go so you could fulfill your duty and get married off to the head of the Gojo clan, he doesn’t care whether you live or die– But he must say it is kind of weird that the brat next to you looks like his carbon copy.
Story Warnings: Angst, Smut, Fluff, Romance (eventually), Arranged Marriage, Hidden Baby Trope, Non-Canon Compliant
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[Chapter 1]
I wanna be high all the time would you come with me?
In which Plug!Choso can't seem to follow family policy and always lets you get away with not paying...with money, that is ;)
Warnings: smut, minors and ageless blogs do not interact you will be blocked, p in v, cunnilingus, talks of weed, criminal activity, swearing, talks of 'whoring oneself out', Choso gets used and abused here but when does he not in my fics, premature ejaculation (Choso can't help it poor thing), features Sukuna, a little crack, college au, non-curse au, not proofread Word Count: 2.7k Art by einruji__ on insta
“No, not this time.”
You groan. “What? No, come on. Just whip your dick out and let me suck it a little.”
Plug!Choso’s fingers drum on his steering wheel, the paint on his nails almost completely scratched off. “Can’t. Sukuna throws a fit every time the money doesn’t add up — somehow he can tell when I’ve put in my own money.”
The era of getting free weed in exchange for the oldest currency there existed in the history of humanity has really ended, it seems.
Back in the good ol’ days, you’d slide your panties down your legs in the janitor’s closet and hand it over to him for a baggy, give him a messy blow job behind the bike shed till he blacks out and can’t stop you from snatching what you’re owed, let him suck on your tits in one of the art rooms and call you mommy, or grant him an hour of sketching your pussy for some thing or the other.
Now, he actually expects you to pay up.
did pet kill vic or am I just an imbecile..
ZSAKUVERSE CHARACTERS AS DADS
FEATURING: Andrew, Elias, Isaac, Jonah
(No mention of how you became parents, could be interpreted as adoption or pregnancy, gn!reader)
ANDREW
Andrew is such a cute dad, he's so attentive.
He's one of those parents that genuinely listens to whatever his children are saying.
Answers to any and all nonsensical things his children say.
It often caught you off guard while you were roaming the house, the random snippets of conversation.
Like how one day, you were walking through the hallway with a basket of laundry balanced on your hip, folded baby blankets that had been cleaned of their spit up and general gross baby stuff, alongside toddler clothes that the babies had only worn for about 2 weeks, but the fit on their small chubby bodies was already growing tight.
Jonah’s kid being an iPad kid is so ironic
I feel like if Isaac was to have a daughter he’d name her after his mother
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Sam the type of guy to see ai videos on facebook and believe them
”omg, Jesus was spotted in Dahlia”
“send it to me Darlin’ 🥺😭”
IM CACKLING
I’m 100% convinced darlin is chronically online and is always saying brainrot to Sam.
Darlin: “1,2,.. 1,2,3 RELEASE EM!”
Sam:
Sam the type of guy to see ai videos on facebook and believe them