wherever you are

wherever you are I'm always by your side

[elderparaiah]

i love them hahahahah

[darume-art]

Puppy Valko and his greedy

[im-mentally-00-stable69]

AWWWW SOO CUTEE

[zaynezone]

"I have like...a really big crush on you."

Zayne can't help but smile at your words, even if they're a bit jumbled as you lean against him, trying and failing to kick off your heels.

Clearly, you'd had a few more drinks than you said you would.

"Good to know." He bends to help you slip the shoes off, then picks you up so they won't hurt too bad. You giggle immediately as his actions, resting your head on his shoulder as you cling to him.

"Do you have a crush on me?" You hold on a little tighter as he ascends the stairs, more focused on the conversation than whether or not you'll fall.

"I would say it's more than a crush." His words make you grin, and he's glad to be off the stairs, because his heart immediately stutters at the sight.

"Does that mean you love me?" He sits you on the bed, carefully helping you out of the stunning yet restrictive outfit you'd donned for the night. Of course, he makes a mental note to ask you to wear it again.

"I do."

Another smile. God, his heart can barely take this.

"That's sweet. I really love you, did you know that? Sometimes I don't know what to do with it all." Your tone drifts off, so Zayne pauses his actions.

"What do you mean?" He isn't really expecting a coherent answer, so he's taken off guard when you meet his eyes with seriousness.

"I love you so much that when I can't give it all to you, it hurts me to keep it inside." Something in him wells up at that, squeezing your hand carefully.

"You can give it to me. I'd love nothing more than to take it. As long as I can give my love to you too. Okay?"

"Okay."

[allyyyyysposts]

Sylus loved his family, of course. You, were always at the forefront of his mind, the twins the two souls he'd been caring about for so long he hardly remembers a time he wasn't, and Mephisto, the ever loyal companion. All of them, he'd give everything and more. Especially now, with the little addition to your family.

So maybe, some leeway should be given when he takes a bit of pleasure from. . . pranking them.

It started small. Long days filled with things he'd rather ignore in favor of you and his child, but he doesn't. Things that sap him of his energy and time. So, when he comes home, there's not a lot of either for the two of you, but he does his best with the few he has.

It'd been days since he properly held his daughter, kissed her chubby cheeks, sang her a (horribly-sung) lullaby. Too long, it's been since she's tested her teeth and used him as her personal chew toy. But any scrap of time he has, he spends it with her.

Like now.

"Come on, you can do it," he goads even more, adding to the fuel that is her frustration, with his stupid smirk being the candle that lights the fire.

She's chewing on the curve of his palm, little brows knitted together, and a low growl vibrating against his skin after every failed attempt.

Normally, daddy would be more than happy to get rid of her woes. So what does the little dragon do when he's the very reason?

Try as she might, her teeth are simply too small, and her papa so very mischievous. So, it isn't long until she's crying, frustrated little tears leaving her as her father's smirk grows, before he's taking her into his arms.

"There there, no need for that," he cooes, like he hasn't spent the last five minutes screwing with a toddler. Her eyes shine like wet rubies, as she leans her head against his hand, letting his fingers wipe at her tears.

"You're just like your mother," he says fondly, in the voice that she recognizes as love. Then, hearing you in the doorway, he doesn't hesitate to speak, "A sore loser."

She tilts her head before he can question it, his thumb catching on her teeth. His surprised wince makes his wife laugh to herself as she enters.

"That's a good girl," you smile, watching as your husband does his best to show his sincere, humble apologies to your daughter.

Eventually she relents, little teeth letting him go in favor of reaching out to mama. In any other case, he would've pouted playfully for your attention and hers, but for now, he's content to sit back. Despite the weight of the day, he can always rely on his girls to soothe it.

🌷 NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR

My dad used to do this w/ my littlest sister lmao.

Cooking up something big I may or may not publish later/tomorrow !! I'm trying to take it easy (which in my case is writing/playing games) because I have a college entrance exam on Sunday, so wish me luck !!!

comments and reblogs are appreciated !!

[imonlyhereforoneshots]

➷ Your husband hates going to bed angry 😕

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You sighed, sliding into bed after a nice warm shower. The past week hadn’t been too great. Work was stressful as ever and your relationship wasn’t in a good place.

Recently, there had been an increase in the amount of cursed spirits appearing around Japan. As a result of this, your husband, Gojo, hadn’t been around much. He’d been going on mission after mission for longer than you would’ve liked.

When you explained to your husband that you were frustrated over not feeling prioritized, he’d apologized and promised to go on a date with you to your favorite restaurant. Obviously, this cheered you up.

Yesterday, you’d spent hours getting ready and preparing for your date night. After doing all that, you were met with the news that Gojo had to cancel again because a special grade spirit had popped up in a nearby village.

Disappointment had seemed to be the only thing coming out of your marriage lately.

Gojo was of course, aware of all this. He felt truly awful. But he was the strongest. People relied on him. He just didn’t always understand that sometimes, you needed him too. Not because he was the strongest, but because he was the man you’d married.

Gojo had been in bed long before you. He’d been staring at the ceiling for 20 minutes, contemplating what to do.

Despite Gojo not working today, you’d refused to speak with or even acknowledge him. You were pissed.

Your husband couldn’t stand it when you were upset at him. It always made him feel like such a failure. All he wanted was to make you happy.

He’d spent the whole day hoping that maybe you’d at least give him a chance to speak. But you hadn’t, and he couldn’t blame you. A part of Gojo knew he didn’t really deserve your forgiveness after abandoning you multiple times.

Gojo sighed, turning to look at you. Not speaking during the day was one thing. But going to bed angry was the one thing Gojo was never okay with.

The amount of death and violence that Gojo had seen during his life had changed him. It had made him understand the value of time, and that tomorrow wasn’t ever a guarantee.

“Baby?” Gojo spoke quietly.

You didn’t answer, lying down with your back facing him. You were too tired to do this shit tonight. But Gojo was persistent as ever.

“Sweetheart, will you please just talk to me? Look at me even? Please?”

Another sigh escaped you as you finally turned to look at him.

“What is there to talk about?” You practically snapped in his face, not an ounce of patience in your tone. By now, you were fed up. And reasonably so.

Gojo flinched slightly as you raised your voice, silently reminding himself not to take it to heart. He cleared his throat before beginning to speak.

“Baby, I’m sorry. I really, truly am. I’ve been thinking about it. An- and I know how shitty I’ve been. Abandoning you and everything and I just..”

You listened to him ramble on and on. Gojo had a habit of rambling when he was trying to explain himself or apologize to you for dumb shit.

Gojo sighed. “I know you’re pissed. But please, I’m begging you, at least say something to me. Say you hate me, that you don’t forgive me. But just say something. I can’t stand it when I’ve upset you.”

His desperation made your anger falter. You felt the tension dissipating between your eyebrows as you truly looked at your husband. Gojo looked like a sad puppy.

You clicked your tongue, running a hand over your face.

“I know that it’s work, and you can’t control it. But do you have any idea how it makes me feel? Being pushed aside all day and constantly being canceled on?” You attempted to explain. “I feel like I don’t even matter to you. Like-“

Gojo shook his head, cutting you off quickly. He wouldn’t let you say those things.

“You matter to me. Sweetheart, I love you more than anything. I just.. I’m not too great at showing it, I guess,” Gojo ran a hand through his ivory hair. “I’m sorry. I mean it this time. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow.”

You raised an eyebrow, still skeptical.

“I swear on my life I’m taking you out to dinner tomorrow. Pinky promise,” Gojo swore, sticking out his pinky.

You stared at him for a moment before chuckling. It was comical how serious he looked about a pinky promise. Gojo always did some dumb bullshit. He’d do anything if he thought it would make you smile.

As much as you wanted to stay mad, you wanted to fix things. Even if fixing things involved a pinky promise at nearly midnight.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course I do! I’ll take you out whenever you want!” Gojo repeated.

“No. I.. I meant the other thing. Do I matter to you more than anything in the world?” You asked, needing the reassurance of hearing him say it.

Gojos gaze softened. Had he really been such a shitty husband that you didn’t even feel loved anymore? Perhaps the extent of his neglect had been worse than he’d thought.

“Of course I love you more than anything, sweetheart. I.. I’m so sorry I made you doubt that,” Gojo apologized from the bottom of his heart. Your frustration was so much deeper than him standing you up on a date. You’d felt like less of a priority to him every day.

The look on Gojo’s face confirmed that he was absolutely devastated for upsetting you this way. His pinky fell.

Your husband reached out, hovering over your cheek for a moment to see if you’d pull away. When you didn’t, Gojo lowered his hand, his touch gentle as he cupped your cheek.

“I love you. And I’d do anything for you. Let me fix things,” Gojo pleaded

Gojo might’ve been too cocky to admit it at times, but he really did love you. He knew when to be serious about relationship stuff (majority of the time).

You let out an exhale. You loved your marriage. And after all that Gojo had admitted, you remembered how much you loved him too. Regardless of all the pain and anger he’d caused you lately.

Your hand reached over his to where he held your cheek, holding it tenderly. “To be honest.. I hate going to bed angry too.”

Gojo offered you a soft smile, leaning in to place a kiss on your forehead.

“Then let’s truce for tonight. You can beat me up as much as you want in the morning.”

You giggled as Gojo cuddled you, lying his head on your chest. Instinctively, your hands settled in his hair, playing with it softly. Gojo squeezed you tight for a second, feeling lucky to be held by you tonight.

“You’re such an asshole sometimes.” You shook your head. “But you’re cute, so I always end up forgiving you. Unfortunately,” you rolled your eyes.

Gojo smiled against your chest, content that he’d prevented another lonely night. The problem could be solved further in the morning. For now, the two of you enjoyed each other’s embrace.

[qintten]

🐦‍⬛ new post from sylus:

[aesposas]

᧔ 五条 悟 ❤︎ gojo getting cuteness aggression ᧓

𐚁 ₊˚ʚ c.w | fluff :: swearing .

SATORU WAS laying on his back, a lazy arm draped around your waist while you slept against his chest. Your cheek squished against him, your lips slightly parted. He brushed the hair out your face to see you better.

“You’re kidding me,” he whispered to himself, a smirk pulling at his lips. He poked your cheek gently, the overwhelming urge to just squeeze you and kiss you hit him all at once, you just looked so cute in the mornings. His self control lasted about three seconds, his finger gently poking your cheek, giggling to himself. You frowned in your sleep as if even your unconscious self disapproved his actions, but his heart just melted even more.

Unable to stop himself, he wraps his arms even tighter around you, pulling you impossibly closer against him as he rolled onto his side, placing kisses all over your head. “Fucking adorable..”

A muffled groan came from against his chest, your eyebrows knitted together as you started to wake up from all the fuss. Your hands push at his chest, he loosened his arms around you.

You look up at him, blinking several times as your eyes adjusted to the light. “There she is,” he beamed, pinching your cheek.

“..what are you doing?” You slap his hand away gently, clearly not amused from the fact you had been woken up so early because of him squeezing and poking you.

“You just looked to cute sleeping, i couldn’t help it.” He kisses your forehead, then your cheek before placing a kiss on your lips, pulling back to admire you again, looking way too pleased with himself. You look away, going shy from being called cute, a faint blush appearing on your cheeks. “Whatever..” He almost squealed like an idiot from the sight, pulling you close against him again. “I can’t believe your real.”

“Satoru.” The warning in your voice only made him giggle more. Even though you were annoyed, he couldn’t help but feel a little amused by the whole thing. “Okay, okay. I’m sorry.” He kisses your head once more before finally releasing you.

[fushihearts]

shadow puppets! .✦ ݁˖

you and toji teach little gumi how to do shadow puppets…except he accidentally summons his demon dogs?! ( ˶°ㅁ°) part 2 of my 1k celebratory series, enjoy!

content: husband!toji x reader, dad!toji fluff, 4 y/o megumi, a little inaccurate to canon towards the end ♡⸝⸝ word count: 1.8k

“…okay…and if you move your second hand like this…”

you’re sat on the floor of four-year-old megumi’s tiny bedroom, trying to demonstrate how to do shadow puppets while he watches and follows along.

the room is dimmed down, the only light coming from the lamp in the far corner. it illuminates the nearby surroundings, soft light spilling across the far wall and the sparse stickers and posters that are blue-tacked across it.

toji passes the room, raising a brow and pausing to lean against the doorway, his mouth curling into an amused smirk.

“…what are you doing?”

“trying to teach gumi how to do shadow puppets!” you say, turning to face your husband. “he seemed interested when some of the other kids did them at nursery, so i figured….” you trail off, too occupied with the shadow bunny you’re attempting to form.

toji opens his mouth but doesn’t quite speak. instead, he watches the scene in front of him in silence: you, sat cross-legged with your tongue pressed between your lips in concentration, and little megumi by your side, his facial expression matching yours. his chubby fingers fold over each other in an attempt to copy your movements, and the boy’s spiky hair is still damp from his bedtime shower. loose strands stick to the sides of his face here and there as he grumbles in concentration. you hear a tiny grunt from your husband in what you can only assume is a teasing scoff before you hear the sound of him sitting down in the doorway.

you pause, looking up and throwing toji a look of mild confusion.

“what? i can’t join in?” he murmurs, a tiny grin pulling at his scarred lip. despite his confident tone, you can see the tiniest flicker of uncertainty in his harsh features, like he's not quite sure if he should intrude on this moment.

you sigh empathetically, but choose to keep your tone teasing to match his. “fine, but you better actually try.”

-

half an hour or so later, megumi’s mastered every animal shadow puppet you’ve shown him so far with almost no difficulty: first the bunny, then the elephant, and finally the frog. toji, on the other hand, is still struggling with the bunny.

to be fair to him, at least he’s trying, but nonetheless his results so far have been lacking.

"how did you just—" he grumbles, dark brows furrowed as you demonstrate more. the sight is laughable: your huge husband hunched over himself, his large hands pressed against each other in a poor attempt at forming a shadow bunny. each time he’d struggled with a shadow puppet, megumi would form it with little-to-no difficulty, a flicker of silent pride in his expression.

“good job gumi!” you coo, ruffling the mess of dark spikes on his head.

toji grunts, throwing you a side glance before muttering, “there’s no way the kid enjoys this. i thought this was supposed to be fun.”

“don’t be silly, toji. it is fun for him, can’t you see?” you roll your eyes playfully at the scowl fixed on his face.

the three of you continue like that for a while. you demonstrate how to do several more shadow puppets to little megumi, who nods determinedly before copying your actions. a comfortable silence settles over you all, save for the occasional grumble or frustrated comment from toji as he struggles yet again with another shadow puppet.

now, megumi’s attempting to form a wolf, his chunky hands pressed together firmly. his eyes are fixed on your hands, thick lashes batting with each blink as he observes your movements attentively.

toji lets out a loud, unceremonious yawn, scratching his neck before lazily casting a glance at megumi and you.

“i’m hungry.”

you and megumi both look up in sync, the four year old giving toji a grumpy glare for ruining his concentration.

“you cannot be serious. we finished dinner an hour ago!” you protest.

“and?” he shrugs, clearly unfazed by the unimpressed looks both you and megumi are giving him. he stretches before standing up and walking off to the kitchen, but not without addressing his son over his shoulder. “just keep up the good work while i’m gone, kid.”

you sigh, exasperated, and turn to face megumi, who’s clearly anything but pleased by the disruption.

“it’s okay. he’s being silly, just ignore him.” you murmur, trying to draw his attention away from his gluttonous father and back to the half-complete wolf shadow he’s projecting onto the wall. he does so (albeit reluctantly) and turns his head away from the doorway, cheeks puffed out a little in determination as he faces you again.

after a few minutes, he seems to have mastered the wolf shadow puppet completely. despite his serious expression, there's a flicker of enthusiasm in his eyes as he peers up at you for approval.

"well done, megs!" you beam. "when your dad gets back from the kitchen we can show him, 'kay?" megumi perks up slightly at the mention of showing his dad, his face showing a hint of interest.

you smile at that before gently encouraging him to keep practicing while you both wait for toji's return. megumi continues testing out the different shadow puppets, letting the light from the lamp cascade over his hands and onto the wall behind him in uneven flickers. with each hand movement, a new shadow animal appears, and a comfy sense of quiet settles over the room as he continues to test out each newly-learned animal shadow puppet.

first the bunny. then the frog. then the bird. then the elephant.

his movements are surprisingly precise for a four-year-old, and each action seems meaningful, calculated. truthfully, it shouldn't come as that much of a shock to you, considering his unusual levels of patience, but it still does.

you hear the sound of toji's footsteps approaching and megumi immediately stops the shadow puppet that he's practicing, straightening up and turning to face the doorway as your husband comes into view.

toji immediately raises a brow, eyes flicking between your face and then megumi's determined expression.

"what's up, kid?" he leans against the doorframe, mild interest settling over his features as he gestures towards the wall. “how’s it going?”

"he learned a new shadow puppet and wants to show you. isn't that right, megs?" you smile at the boy encouragingly and he nods. he then turns his body towards the far wall and the lamp once more, clasping his hands together to form the wolf shadow puppet once more with surprising speed and skill.

it's almost exactly the same as the past few times he’s practiced it, except for one thing. this time, shadows seem to surround him, trailing up his legs and then around his arms and hands. once the smoke-like shadows disperse, you're met with a very strange sight.

right there, in the centre of the room, stand two wolf-like dogs, their thick fur still half-shrouded in the remaining shadows. they seem to be puppies seeing as they’re much too small to be fully-grown, and yet they reach up to megumi’s waist in height already.

they pause at the sight of the new environment, cocking their heads in interest and taking in the interior of the room. one of the two, the one with white fur, turns to face megumi with its tongue stuck out, panting heavily. soft streaks of ivory are scattered across its body, the shades standing out more obviously in the warm light. the other puppy, the one with jet-black fur, simply nudges its head against megumi’s leg before sniffing at his pj pants in curiosity.

megumi stands frozen in the middle of them looking mildly confused before a tiny, pleased grin settles on his face. carefully, he reaches a hand out and lets the two eagerly lick at his fingers, then experimentally tries to pet them. he watches the dogs carefully, eyes wide and brows furrowed, as though determinedly trying to study their reactions. each pet he gives them is met with an excited yip, which spurs him on to continue rubbing their heads and ears in turn.

you turn to face your husband, surprise written all over both of your faces.

"…so i'm guessing that wasn't part of what he'd practiced?" he grins, the scar on his lip curling as he does so.

"no!" you laugh breathlessly, smiling at him and pushing yourself off of the floor so that you can stand by his side. he looks notably pleased, his features a fraction softer and a hint of pride lingering in his smile.

you’d already known about your husband’s previous worries, about how he’d been shunned from his own clan for his lack of a cursed technique during his childhood. and while you’d tried to reassure him that it would be okay, that megumi would be just fine regardless of whether he inherited a cursed technique or not, you knew that deep down the matter weighed on toji’s mind much more than he’d let on.

toji pulls you to his side, letting you rest your head on his shoulder as you both watch megumi giggle with the puppies, letting them sniff and nudge his hands with their heads.

“i can’t believe he got his cursed technique just like that,” you smile, a sense of pride welling in your chest before you turn to meet toji’s gaze. his eyes soften almost imperceptibly as they rest upon yours. “…we did well, huh?” you murmur.

“you did well, you mean.” toji replies, shaking his head a little. “i was awful at those puppet things. he wouldn’t have learned a thing from me.”

“pffft.." you sigh contentedly, leaning your head a little further into your husband's shoulder.

you both stand there like that, fondness filling your chest at the sight of the two puppies rushing around megumi, both of their silhouettes casting shadows onto the bedroom wall behind them in the lamplight.

after about ten minutes or so, the puppies seem to be worn out, snuggled together comfortably on the carpet. megumi is sat between them both, busy testing out a few of the other shadow puppets you’d shown him, as though trying to see whether he can summon any more animals.

when none of them work, he seems to consider his next options for a second before instinctively clenching his fists together and holding them out in front of him, a determined expression on his chubby face.

“um…toji, why is he clenching his fists like that..?”

author's notes: sorry for any inaccuracies !! i tried to make it work but certain bits may not fully follow the canon (like the ending, it was just to be funny) >< also sorry if the end half is a little weird/cringey agh event taglis⁠t ❤︎

sparkle divider creds: anitalenia

[fushihearts]

⊹ ˖ Ი𐑼 naming your pet bunny after your mean husband, ryomen sukuna! — ✦⋆🐇.˚

content: modern day sukuna, fluff, he’s a grump (but what’s new) w/c: 800 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

“…what is that?”

you look up to see your husband stood in the bedroom doorway, a displeased look on his face and his harsh eyes narrowed on you — or rather, on the animal in your lap.

“oh! ryo, you’re back already!” you smile, perking up a little from where you’re sat on the edge of the bed. “just in time, too, i wanted to get you both acquainted!”

you nod your head towards the chubby white bunny sat on your lap and watch as it sniffs and paws at your legs lazily, its tail twitching with each movement. gently, you put your hands under its soft belly and lift it so that you can properly show your husband.

“ryo, meet ryomen. and ryomen, meet my husband!"

you hear a humorless scoff as sukuna inspects the bunny from where he’s stood, distaste written all over his harsh features.

“you bought a rabbit." he deadpans, evidently unimpressed based on his cold tone. "and you named it...after me?"

“well yeah! it was between that or killer-bunny!” you explain cheerfully.

“…why would it be between that and killer-bunny?”

“because he has red eyes, silly — see? just like the one in minecraft!” you hold ryomen-bunny up higher so that his fuzzy face is now pressed against your cheek as you stare determinedly at your husband. you can feel his whiskers skim across your cheek every time he turns his head, and his soft ears are still perked up slightly at the new surroundings. sukuna sighs, his own deep red eyes resting upon the chunky creature in your hands.

“i’d much rather it be called killer bunny than be named after me.” he retorts.

“oh, don’t worry!” you pull bunnykuna back against your chest, stroking the space in between his ears fondly before continuing brightly. “i liked that option too, so i made it his middle name! his full name is ryomen killer-bunny sukuna!"

sukuna's jaw clenches slightly. “you can’t be serious— what kind of a name is that for a rabbit? there’s nothing even remotely threatening about it.”

“you can’t keep calling our new family member an ‘it’, ryo!” you scold, causing your husband to raise a brow at the defensiveness in your voice. upon staring at you for a few seconds and realizing that you're unfortunately serious about the matter, he exhales frustratedly, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“we’re not keeping it.”

“what?” you gasp, scandalized. “ryo, don’t be like that! little ryomen-bunny wouldn’t hurt a fly!” you frown at your husand's decisive tone, studying his displeased expression as he meets your gaze once more.

“that’s the problem.” he mutters. “the thing’s weak, so i see no reason for you to have named it after me. i’m nothing like it."

you glance at the chubby ball of fur in your arms, and then at your husband with his displeased expression, his cynical gaze fixed upon you.

“..i don’t see what you’re talking about, ryo. he’s like a mini copy of you.” you reply solemnly, to which he groans.

lowering your gaze back to your lap, you pet little ryomen with fondness, your hand skimming over the fluff of his snowy-white fur.

“..please can we keep him?” you plead, glancing back up at sukuna and batting your eyelashes exaggeratedly. and unfortunately for sukuna, he must be absolutely whipped past the point of common sense, because he begrudgingly finds himself giving in.

“…fine.”

you cheer, jumping off of the bed with ryomen-bunny cradled in your left arm, your right one extended to hug your husband excitedly. sighing, he returns the hug with a reluctant look on his face, experimentally offering a half-hearted stroke to mini-ryomen’s head. sukuna's eyes drop to rest on the creature's wide red eyes, a single brow raised and his mouth parted slightly like he’s debating something. much to his own regret, he begrudgingly finds himself musing that its eyes indeed do look similar in color to his own — though he refuses to admit that to you, of course.

you lean further into sukuna’s embrace, voice soft as you speak into his shoulder.

“…this is nice. i love you, ryomen.”

your husband’s free hand strokes the back of your hair absentmindedly as he watches the bunny prop its front paws up against your shoulder.

“yeah, yeah. love you too, brat.” he mutters the name under his breath, though there’s no real malice in his voice. you pause and glance up at him.

“oh, i actually meant ryomen killer-bunny…but yeah, i love you as well, ryo!”

the rabbit may have to leave the house much sooner than expected, sukuna thinks to himself.

a/n: kind of a filler post !! ryo vs ryomen who do we think is winning (jk the answer is obvious because bunnykuna is actually john rabbit in disguise)

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[abyssyby]

Can u PLEASE DO ONE with mc doing the Jessica trend on the twins? IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS 😭

this was so fun to write! we havent seen the babies fight in a while, so i really enjoyed weaving this together ❀(*´◡`*)❀. thanks for sending this innn, @parkuwu21 !! 💕

sylus & his family | sylus x reader

sylus has angels. you birthed him angels. they are, despite having a fiend for a father.

but he has come to the realization that young angels also get very disregulated, and sometimes to lengths he can neither reach nor console.

it is one of those days. nothing has been particularly jarring in the household, all routines have been accomplished and checked off their lists. and yet, lucian has found it acceptable to yank at his brother's hair, and kyros (in kind retaliation) has whipped him with the string of his pull along train.

and in the midst of sobbing— after sylus had hissed at them for hurting one another— he doesn't seem to know how to get them to stop.

"okay..." he gulps, pressing kyros's head to his chest while lucian is lying on the floor, kicking his ribs on the other side. the discomfort comes not from that, but from the fact that they don't seem to be listening. "that's enough now."

"angwi! angwi!" lucian squeaks, kicking mindlessly like an animal. the poor thing doesn't even know it's his papa he's hitting now. "bye-bye, kee-wo! now!"

"lucian!" sylus winces. enduring each unnaturally strong hit. "stop it."

"qui-eet!" kyros begs, hiding his face and gripping sylus's shirt until his knuckles are white. "woosian! ta'tup!"

"kyros!" sylus barks. "don't say that!"

and somehow that seemed to make things worse.

their screams pitch to an ungodly frequency. kyros warms in his arms— the only indication that he’s tapped into his evol and amplified his brother’s and his own’s expressions of grief. the glass frames and window panes begin to tremble.

you walk in, finally, after rushing out of the bath at the prolonged crying and raised voices. you find sylus in a helpless heap of wrinkled brows and angry mouths.

your first move is to drag lucian away from kicking distance. and your next— to sylus's surprise— is taking a lungful and bellowing, "josephine!"

the twins freeze. their screaming halting immediately. now, they hiccup and look around in the silence.

"josephine?!" they flinch. wide eyes search the room for the stranger you're calling for.

"jo, get over here!" and they scramble towards sylus's awaiting arms as you call for her again. spooked now, hackles rising, at the uncertainty of what you are doing.

you try not to giggle at the three of them looking around in confusion. their silhouette resembling a wild, confused, clumped together pokemon.

when you're sure the crying has stopped, you say, "okay, nevermind!"

"who dodepee?" lucian asks. calmer now, and more confused than he was ever angry. "dodepee in house?"

"she's not coming anymore." you tell him and comb back his sweat slicked hair from his forehead. "why were you crying?"

lucian's eyes turn to his feet. so you look at kyros, who is peeking out at you from the notch of sylus's shoulder. "ro, you too. what's going on?"

he sniffles and squeezes his eyes shut. but when he realizes you aren't going to drop the question, he mutters. "woosian noisy."

which triggers the other to defend himself. "kee-wo no play!"

"don't wanna to!"

sylus pulls them away from each other before it can get anymore physical than it has been. while you hiss, "jo—!"

and they shut their mouths.

you take a breath in through your nose, and wonder if you're projecting enough negativity for them to feel your disappointment. whatever you're putting out, sylus doubles it with that scary look on his face.

"papa, what are we going to do with mean little boys?" you sigh.

sylus clicks his tongue. immensely upset by this situation. the twins have fought before, sure, but never to such violent lengths.

lucian and kyros turn to him with wide eyes.

“maybe they should start sleeping in different rooms.” sylus ponders out loud, and the little scream at the thought.

“no, papa!” lucian begs, falling to his knees and clutching onto his shirt. “papa, i sorry!”

“i soowee!” kyros wails too, rubbing his eyes in frustration.

“just a little goodbye.” sylus prompts. your affirming nod makes them spiral.

“no goodbye!” sylus feels the tug on his clothes as lucian gets up and yanks his brother away by the legs and takes him in his arms. “my kee-wo! woomies!”

“kyros can sleep in the big bed, and papa can sleep with you in your bedroom. since you don’t like each other anymore.” you say, hands firmly planted on your hips. they wail.

“no!”

“what should we do then?” sylus demands.

they stare at you for a moment, then their father with pleading eyes. but when neither of you let up, and they remember that there is a scary third stranger you might call upon again, their shoulders sink.

“ah!” it’s kyros who scrambles up and yanks lucian by the hand towards the edge of the playroom. he thunks his head on the wall, shutting his eyes to stand still as a statue— his brother, who realizes his genius, does the same.

“we time out.” kyros calls out, voice crispy and frayed at the edges. “we no fight, nee’more.”

“i love you, kee-wo!” lucian says. reaching to search for his hand in the dark. “you’re my the best brother forever.”

“you too, woosian.” kyros sniffles, clutching on when they link fingers. “i— i no give you to dodepee.”

“mm!” lucian stomps anxiously on his spot. “don’t want dodepee!”

you— have found yourself stifling your giggles into sylus’s chest. he holds you against him and buries his own laughter into your hair.

“say something.” you whisper at him, shoving at his shoulder.

“me? they’re doing just fine on their own.” he chuckles, holding your wrists and watching as your children wriggle and stomp in their time-out bubble.

“how long, mama?” lucian asks, a forlorn tune.

you sigh, and yank sylus towards them. sylus kneels just between them and taps at their heads, neither dare to turn around.

“hitting each other will never solve your problems,” he rubs the softness of kyros’s head and then the squish of lucian’s cheek. “it won’t feel good after, either.”

lucian hiccups a sob and squeezes kyros’s hand tighter.

“we won’t separate you.” you tell them. their shoulders relax in sync. “but if you keep fighting like this, papa and i will have to find a way for neither of you to get hurt.

“and if that means being apart…”

“no…” they whimper.

“… or call josephine…”

sylus gives you a curious look. the twins stomp again. “noo!”

“then we will do what is necessary. do you understand?”

“yes, mama.” they say, nodding and thunking their little heads on the wall. sylus winces at the sound and places his palms between that space.

“okay,” you say, and lift the ban. “all done.”

you have never seen them move faster than they have before finding each other through blurry vision and engulfing each other in a hug. strings of sorries and love yous fill the air. and once they settle, you invite them all for a snack.

sylus cuts up the fruit and you arrange it into a lovely pattern on a large plate to share. the twins are gentle hearted and kind as they color rocket ships on the counter.

“sweetie, who’s josephine?” sylus finally asks. he places the kiwis on the side of your arrangement. they think it subtle, but you notice how the kids tune in too.

your smile is secretive and fond. reminded of the days when you would fight with caleb as children, and your grandmother josephine would whip your hands with hangers or hand you both knives and say “go on, get it over with”. bittersweet memories of a life so long ago, but tenderly cherished as a childhood well spent now.

sylus takes note of your expression and nods to himself, maybe he’ll figure it out later. but for now, he chuckles at you response.

“the scariest woman ever.”

the children will learn of her kindness, of her love and her disciplining. but, perhaps, they will never want to hear of her name again.

[dolcemisu]

a very drunk frat!kuna tells you how much he adores his shy girlfriend

the frat parties at your university were insane. so much to the point, a lot of people considered it a party school, though, you always argued that they have excellent academic programs as well. those were overlooked the second the info for the next function was posted. your boyfriend and his friends were hosting one and he wanted you there with him. you complied, only if there was something in it for you. he promised he’d make it up to you somehow, so here you were.

the music blared through the mansion, it was so loud you could feel each vibration thumping in your head. the air was heavy with the strong smell of alcohol and sweat. people were dancing, chatting, some even jumping into the pool. your boyfriend was no where to be found. you walked past a cluster of people in the kitchen playing beer pong. he wasn’t there. you searched upstairs, nothing. where did he go? did he abandon his own party?

you finally found him in a corner by the side door, leaning against the wall as he stared out the window. you snuck up behind him and wrapped your arms around him. he jumped and immediately gaping at you in horror.

“woahhhh there. please watch it. please,” he slurred. you blinked at him, confused.

“what do you mean?”

he didn’t even bother sparing you another glance. “i have a girlfriend. so respectfully, keep your hands to yourself.”

you snorted and stared at him in disbelief. was this some sort of prank?

“where is this girlfriend of yours?” you asked sarcastically.

“i dunno, she went off somewhere. i’ve been looking for her actually, miss her.” he frowned, eyebrows knitting together in disappointment. you were amazed at his commitment to this bit. surely he was just poking fun at you, right?

“i miss smelling her hair. she doesn’t know it, but her smell always smells really, really nice.” he rubbed his eye and yawned. “fuck it, i could sniff her nice smell alll day.”

“ah yes, you could sniff her nice smell and smell it forever.” you repeated in disbelief . you’ve never actually seen sukuna drunk before. he was quite the prankster it seemed like.

he squinted at you before grunting. “is something funny? are you making fun of my girlfriend?” he asked pointedly. you giggled before you realized he was dead serious. this wasn’t some prank he was playing, he genuinely thought he was talking to some stranger. who was making fun of his girlfriend. and her smell. which was apparently nice.

“no no, of course not. in fact, tell me more about her.” you replied, keeping your voice light. this was a chance to see how he really viewed you. who knew, maybe he liked you outside of your nice smell.

“she’s so cute. you know, she’s my tutor too. funny how that worked out. i was supposed to be bringing my grades up, but i walked out with a wholeee new distraction.” he sighed happily. “wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“oh?”

he nodded, eyes looking off on the distance dreamily. “she’s a little shy, yeah, but when she gets comfortable with you… damn it’s the best. i’d sell my left kidney to see her right now.”

“sell…your left kidney?” …what? how did he jump to selling kidneys?

“right is fine too. i’m not very picky.” he shrugged.

“that’s not what i—nevermind.” you shook your head. it was pointless to reason with him now. he was still staring off like a little lover boy deep in thought, not realizing the girl he was yearning for was right in front of him.

“no one could everrr come close to her,” he declared, words slurring even more now. “or her nice smell.”

“bummer.” you deadpanned. “want me to help you find her?”

his eyes lit up and he turned his head to look at you, really look at you for the first time in the conversation. he froze as it all dawned on him.

“hello ‘kuna. guess you found me?” blush crept up on his ears as he averted his gaze.

“shut up,” he muttered. “i didn’t know.” it was like the embarrassment alone sobered him up.

“i know. you were too busy staring off in the distance and yapping about how amazing i am.” you giggled as the blush rose to his cheeks and he sighed.

“i’m never gonna hear the end of this, will i?”

“nope! take whatever you were planning before, and double it. no—” you smile grew even wider. “triple it.”

he sighed and wrapped his arm around you and buried his nose in your hair. “yes ma’am.”

you grinned at him. “that’s more like it.” he grunted in response and you froze. “sukuna, are you sniffing me right now?”

“…yeah?”

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© DOLCEMISU

[scenerthv]

Bun in the Oven !

ৎ𝄢 telling Clark you’re pregnant!

our couple ৎ𝄢 David!Clark Kent x fem!reader

tags ✉️ established relationship, fluff, no angst, lovey dovey couple, clark & reader are married

It’s been a couple days since you’ve taken the test and you were still in shock. You couldn’t believe it. You were actually pregnant.

There was a little human inside of you that was going to grow and grow. A tiny heartbeat. A tiny person that was half you and half Clark.

Your hand rested over your stomach even though there was barely anything there. There was no bump, no movement, no sign that your lives were about to change forever.

You and Clark have talked about having a family before. Of course you have. There were nights when the two of you would lie in bed, wrapped up in each other’s arms, talking about the future.

You both wanted two children. A boy and a girl.

Clark would always smile when he talked about it. That soft, hopeful smile that never failed to make your heart melt.

“I think I’d like to be a dad someday,” he had told you once.

The man who still called his mom after a difficult day. The man who got emotional over old family photos. The man who stopped to help strangers even when he was already late. The man who looked at the world like there was still so much good left in it, despite all the bad he’s witnessed.

“You’d be an amazing dad,” you had whispered back, giving him a peck on the lips before snuggling against him.

And now he’s going to be a dad.

You knew that Clark will be amazing and will take the news well, but that still didn’t stop your nerves from taking over.

How in the world were you going to tell Superman something that big?

You decided to plan one of your usual dates.

Nothing extravagant. Clark never cared about expensive restaurants or grand gestures anyway. He loved quiet moments with you.

The little things.

Like a walk through the city, sharing dessert, holding your hand while you talked about each other’s day.

You ordered a bouquet of flowers for him, carefully choosing every detail. Soft colors, delicate flowers, something that reminded you of him.

White lilies, blue delphiniums, tiny sprigs of baby’s breath and tucked carefully between the stems, hidden in a small envelope, was the grainy black-and-white ultrasound photo you’ve looked at a hundred times already.

Clark immediately knew something was different when he saw you waiting for him.

He had just finished another long day at the Daily Planet, his tie slightly loosened and his hair messy from running his fingers through it while working.

The second he saw you though, he smiled.

No matter how exhausting his day was, no matter how many problems he had to solve, you could always make him look like he had just been handed the best news in the world.

“There she is,” he said warmly, walking over to you. “My favorite person.”

You laughed. “Your favorite person?”

“Definitely,” he grinned, his dimples deep in his cheek as he leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips.

Gosh, you were so excited to reveal the news to him.

The date had been simple by design. A walk through the park, dinner from your favorite little restaurant, and a quiet evening beneath the stars.

“You’re smiling at me like you’ve got a secret,” Clark teased as you settled onto a park bench, his hand naturally finding yours.

“Maybe I do,” you grinned at him.

You reached behind the bench and brought the bouquet into view. His blue eyes sparkled with curiosity. “These are for you.”

Clark blinked, surprised, “for me?”

“You bring me flowers all the time,” you laughed softly. “Thought it was your turn.”

He accepted them with the bashful smile that somehow still looked so wonderfully farm-boy despite everything. He admired the blooms before noticing the envelope nestled among the stems.

“What’s this?”

“Open it!”

His fingers were impossibly gentle as he unfolded the flap. The tiny ultrasound picture slipped into his palm.

His brows furrowed. His eyes darted from the picture to your face, then back again.

“Wait..”

You felt tears gathering before you even spoken.

“Clark..” you sniffled.

A heartbeat later, his super-hearing confirmed what his mind hadn’t dared believe. Two heartbeats. His breath caught.

Clark’s eyes widened until they shimmered with tears, “we’re..” His voice cracked into a laugh, “we’re having a baby?”

You nodded, laughing through your own tears.

“We’re having a baby.”

The bouquet nearly tumbled to the ground as Clark wrapped you in the gentlest embrace imaginable, as though you were made of spun glass. His forehead rested against yours, shoulders shaking with quiet, joyful laughter.

He pulled away and whispered, “are you okay?”

You laughed softly against his shoulder, “Clark.”

“No, I mean it. Are you okay? Have you been feeling okay? Are you tired? Are you scared?”

The tears started falling from your eyes, “I’m okay,” you promised. “I’m happy.”

He closed his eyes, resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m happy too.”

A tear slipped down his cheek and you brushed it away with your thumb.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too, honey.”

He looked at the picture again, completely amazed.

“Our baby.”

You laughed. “Our baby.”

authors note! I want to have his babies.

I hope you enjoyed! This is really quick, not proofread, not edited. I just wanted to make a fic of Clark finding out he’s becoming a father because I love him and because I know that he’d be the best father in the entire world. It’s not my best piece of work, but I don’t care - I’m happy.

divider credits! @/strangergraphics

[moonlightspencie]

can you pls do a clark kent fic based on this tik tok https://vm.tiktok.com/ZN8JeTgAa/

okay so silly and cute

pairing: clark kent x reader (gn!reader)

warnings: literally just silly fluff

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Clark shifted uncomfortably on the couch next to you as you set your phone up on the coffee table. He wasn’t too sure about your fascination with social media, especially as a guy who wasn’t all that pop culture savvy. He read articles and sometimes would get lost in comment sections, but he couldn’t scroll for hours on end like you could.

But you looked so cute asking him.

You started recording, picking up the bottle, talking to the camera about how you were taste testing a mango flavored soda.

“Okay, baby, you first,” you said, turning to Clark to hand him the bottle.

His eyes were trained on you behind his glasses, taking the bottle. He sipped first, making a pleased little sound.

“Hm… it’s good.”

“Fruity?”

“Very,” he nodded, smiling.

He kissed your cheek, handing the bottle back. He watched you talking again to your phone, practically sporting real life heart eyes.

Until he saw what you were doing.

He frowned, opening his mouth to speak, but not wanting to interrupt. He glanced at your phone as if the invisible audience would help him. You wiped the lip of the bottle off. After he drank. You may as well have thrown up at the idea of his mouth near yours.

“B-baby,” he muttered in shock and hurt. “What are you doing?”

“Hm?”

You smiled to yourself a little, finishing wiping the bottle clean before taking your own sip. He was as worked up as you thought he’d be.

“You wiped off after I drank—”

“Ooh, it is good!”

His wide eyes just stayed glued to you. You chuckled, glancing at him. The video ended after a brief review of what you liked.

He pouted until you finally gave in, telling him it was a prank. Though, the real fun came when you saw comments starting to come in:

“omg apologize to him NOW”

“isn’t that the reporter who’s friends w superman??? bro, he’s gonna come supercurbstomp you for messing with his bf”

“His puppy-dog eyes! He looks so in love, and you betrayed him! Haha.”

“does ur man have a brother by chance”

“Tiktok is totally on your side, babe,” you said, head on Clark’s shoulder.

“Hm,” he hummed once, his fingers dancing along your shoulder. “I deserve it after you did that to me.”

“Big baby.”

He grumbled, softening the second you proved you didn’t care about his germs by pressing your lips to his.

[s9to]

your boyfriend, sukuna is only soft when you're with him.

they say ryomen sukuna is the most meanest among all in the fraternity, but they don't know how much of a softie he is when he's with you.

"baby! can we match outfits pretty pleasee?" you gleamed, showing off several couple matching outfits.

"yes baby, send the link of the outfits and i'll purchase them." he replied, not even looking up from his phone, but he was smiling.

a couple minutes later—

"oof.. $539 for both of the oufits, maybe next time.." you pouted, showing him the prices from your phone.

he observed it, he then looked at you like you had done something horribly wrong to him.

"what's that look for, baby? did i do something wrong i-"

you then got cut off by him, he let out a chuckle. what was that supposed to mean?

"ah, baby. you do know your boyfriend is rich, right? second most richest guy in the frat. send the link, i'll buy them, don't worry, princess." he said.

you then reacted with a o forming in your mouth.

"YAY! LOVE YOU RYO!" you gleamed, kissing all over his face. "our outfits will be so cute! with matching keychains and other stuff!" you said excitingly.

"i'm sure, princess. i'm very sure," sukuna replied, kissing your forehead.

you will be the death of him.

© s9to | please do not, repost, copy, claim my work as your own or translate it into another language.

a/n: i wanted my first post to be cute hehe..

[yukkigiri]

mornings with sukuna and little ryo

more young dad!sukuna here

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it was still early morning when sukuna woke up.

mornings like this had become his new normal ever since you and ryo crashed into his life and turned everything upside down—in the best possible way. he lay there for a moment, crimson eyes softening at the sight of you curled up beside him. your hair was a beautiful mess across the pillow, one arm slung over his chest and a leg tangled between his. you were clinging to him even in your sleep, like you were afraid he’d disappear.

a rare, genuine smile tugged at sukuna’s lips. he leaned in and pressed a slow, gentle kiss to your forehead, breathing in the familiar scent of you.

“sleep a little longer,” he murmured against your skin, voice barely above a whisper. carefully, he untangled your limbs, replacing his body with a pillow so you wouldn’t stir too much. you made a small, sleepy sound and hugged the pillow closer. good enough.

after brushing his teeth and splashing water on his face, sukuna padded down the hallway toward the nursery.

the second he pushed the door open, a delighted voice greeted him.

“papa!”

ryo was already standing up in his crib, tiny hands gripping the railing, pink hair sticking up wildly just like his dad’s. his face lit up with the biggest, gummiest smile, bouncing on his chubby legs like he’d been waiting hours instead of minutes.

sukuna’s smirk widened as he crossed the room. “yeah, yeah. morning, brat.” he lifted ryo out effortlessly, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head before settling him against his hip. ryo immediately grabbed a fistful of sukuna’s tank top, babbling happily.

sukuna then placed ryo in the living room’s playpen and gave him his milk in a sippy cup, turning on the tv to his favorite cartoons. the colorful animation immediately captured the little one’s attention, soft giggles filling the room as ryo clutched his cup with both hands.

afterwards, he made his way to the kitchen to start preparing breakfast. today was your first day back in school, so he had to make sure it was something solid—eggs, rice, grilled fish, and fresh fruit on the side. he’d been the one to persuade you to return after he graduated a few months ago. it hadn’t been easy. you had your own bad case of separation anxiety, always hesitating with those worried eyes and the soft murmur of, “maybe i should wait another semester?”

every time, sukuna would pull you close, tattooed arms wrapping around you as he reassured you in that low, steady voice. “it’s fine. i’ve got him. i pushed back my master’s for a year so i could take care of both of you. go. you’ve already put enough on hold.”

he wasn’t about to let you sacrifice any more than you already had.

the sound of soft footsteps pulled him from his thoughts. you appeared in the doorway, still wearing his oversized black shirt that draped loosely over your frame, a sheet mask clinging to your face. you padded over quietly and wrapped your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek against his broad, muscular back.

“still sleepy?” sukuna asked, his voice low and amused as he continued stirring the pot with one hand. the other reached back to rest on your arm, thumb brushing your skin gently.

you nodded against him. “mhm…”

he chuckled softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. setting the spoon down, he turned in your embrace, gently peeling the edge of your facemask up so he could lean down and kiss you—first on the forehead, then a slow, lingering one on your lips. his free hand cupped the back of your neck, holding you close for a moment longer than necessary.

“go sit with the brat for a bit,” he murmured against your mouth. “i’ll finish this.”

you smiled sleepily under the mask and made your way to the living room. the second you stepped into view, ryo’s face immediately lit up.

“mama!” he squealed, dropping his sippy cup with a clatter and standing up in the playpen with wobbly excitement. his little arms reached out desperately toward you, eyes sparkling with pure joy as happy giggles bubbled up and chased away any hint of morning fussiness. he bounced on his chubby legs, nearly tipping over in his eagerness, clearly thrilled to see his favorite person in the whole world.

you couldn’t help the warm smile that spread across your face, even with the sheet mask still clinging to your skin. you crossed the living room quickly and scooped him up into your arms, his small body fitting perfectly against yours. ryo immediately buried his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling in as he clutched at the oversized shirt you were wearing—sukuna’s shirt—with both tiny fists. “mama… mama,” he babbled happily, the words muffled against your skin. he was all warm and clingy, his soft baby scent mixing with the faint smell of milk and the laundry detergent from his pajamas.

“good morning, ryo,” you greeted softly, voice still a little raspy from sleep. you leaned in and blew a big raspberry into his chubby cheek, then the other. the toddler burst into a fit of high-pitched giggles, his whole body squirming with delight. his little hands reached up to pat at your face, fingers curiously grabbing the edge of your sheet mask and tugging it slightly askew.

“mamaaa!” he squealed again, half-laughing, half-protesting as the mask crinkled under his touch.

you laughed along with him, adjusting your grip so he wouldn’t accidentally peel the whole thing off. “mama’s baby is getting bigger every day, huh? look at you standing so strong in that playpen. pretty soon you’ll be running around and causing all kinds of trouble, just like your papa.”

still holding ryo close, you carried him toward the kitchen where sukuna was plating breakfast. the delicious smells of rice, grilled fish, and fresh fruit filled the air. as soon as you reached the kitchen island, sukuna turned around, that signature smirk softening the moment he saw the two of you.

without a word, he stepped closer and leaned down. you both showered ryo with affection at the same time—you pressing a kiss to his right cheek while sukuna kissed the left. the coordinated attack sent ryo into another round of delighted giggles. he wriggled between you, head turning from one parent to the other as if he couldn’t decide who to look at first, his tiny hands grabbing at sukuna’s tank top and your shirt.

“more!” he demanded in his limited toddler vocabulary, clearly loving every second of being the center of attention from both his mama and papa. ryo had always thrived on this—being sandwiched between the two people he adored most. his giggles echoed through the kitchen, bright and infectious, making the early morning feel even warmer.

sukuna’s low chuckle rumbled beside you as he straightened up, one large hand gently ruffling ryo’s fluffy pink hair. “greedy little brat,” he said fondly, though there was no bite to it. his crimson eyes flicked to you, softening further as he brushed a thumb over your cheek, fixing the crooked sheet mask. “you two are gonna make it impossible for me to finish cooking.”

you smiled and carefully set ryo down into his high chair, strapping him in securely with the familiar click of the buckle. he kicked his legs happily, still riding the high of all the attention. sukuna slid a small bowl of cut-up fruits—soft banana slices, strawberries, and bits of mango—across the tray. ryo’s eyes lit up. without hesitation, he grabbed a handful of banana slices with his chubby fist and shoved them straight into his mouth, smacking loudly with pure toddler satisfaction.

“slow down, baby,” you laughed softly, reaching over to gently wipe a bit of fruit from his cheek. meanwhile, sukuna was still at the stove, mashing more sweet potato with a fork, mixing in a touch of apple puree for flavor. the kitchen was filled with the cozy sounds of morning: ryo’s messy eating, the scrape of utensils, and the low hum of cartoons still playing in the background.

you finally peeled off the rest of your sheet mask, tossing it into the nearby trash bin with a satisfied sigh. the cool air felt nice against your freshly moisturized skin. hunger hit you properly now, so you dug into the breakfast sukuna had prepared—perfectly seasoned eggs, warm rice, grilled fish, and a side of fresh fruit. every bite was comforting and flavorful, exactly what you needed before facing your first day back on campus.

“mmm… thank you,” you murmured between bites, glancing up at sukuna with grateful eyes. he gave you a small nod, the corner of his mouth twitching upward as he plated more food and brought it over.

“eat properly,” he grunted, though the command was laced with care. he leaned down to drop a quick kiss on the top of your head before returning to finish ryo’s mashed food. ryo, meanwhile, was happily alternating between shoving more fruit into his mouth and reaching out to “share” with you, offering a very squished strawberry in his sticky palm.

you accepted the offering with a dramatic “yum!” that made him burst into giggles again. sukuna watched the exchange while spooning the finished mash onto ryo’s plate, his expression relaxed in a way it rarely was outside these walls.

right on time, ryo finished scraping the bottom of his fruit bowl with eager little fingers. his eyes widened with delight the moment sukuna placed the fresh bowl of warm mashed sweet potato and apple in front of him. a happy squeal escaped him as he patted the tray excitedly, already leaning forward in anticipation.

“he’s got your appetite,” you teased softly, watching your son with fond amusement. ryo had always been a big eater, just like his papa—never picky, happily devouring whatever was put in front of him. it was part of why he was on the chonkier side, with those adorably plump cheeks and sturdy little legs. his pediatrician always reassured you that he was perfectly healthy and tracking well on the growth charts, but it still made you melt every time you saw how much he could pack away.

sukuna let out a low huff of pride as he pulled up a chair beside the high chair. “good. means he’s strong.” he took the spoon and gently nudged you back toward your own plate. “keep eating. i’ve got him.”

you pouted, fork paused halfway to your mouth. “but i can feed him while i—”

“no,” sukuna cut in firmly, though his tone was gentle. he scooped a bit of mash and brought it to ryo’s mouth, which opened obediently like a little bird. “you’ve got a long day ahead. sit. eat. let me handle this.”

ryo hummed happily around the spoon, kicking his legs under the tray as he chewed. true to form, he showed zero complaints—swallowing quickly and already opening his mouth for the next bite. sukuna fed him with practiced patience, occasionally wiping the corners of ryo’s mouth with the bib. the toddler’s chubby cheeks puffed out with each mouthful, making him look even rounder and more precious.

you couldn’t help but watch them, your heart swelling at the sight. sukuna’s large, tattooed hand looked so careful holding the small spoon, his usual sharp demeanor completely gone as he murmured quiet encouragement to ryo between bites. “that’s it. big bites, just like papa.”

ryo ate with gusto, cheeks puffing out happily as he cleaned the bowl. by the time both he and you had finished breakfast, the kitchen was filled with satisfied little sighs and the clink of empty dishes.

you stood up first, stretching lightly. “i’ll go finish getting ready,” you told sukuna, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his cheek and then one to the top of ryo’s head. the toddler beamed up at you, still in a food-happy daze.

sukuna nodded, already wiping ryo’s hands and face with a warm cloth. “take your time. we’ll be in the living room.”

once ryo was unstrapped and cleaned up, sukuna carried him over to the playpen. he set the little boy down gently, turned on his favorite colorful cartoons, and then settled on the couch with his laptop. ryo was instantly distracted—standing up on his chubby legs and dancing along to the upbeat theme song, arms waving and body swaying in that adorably uncoordinated toddler way. his giggles mixed with the cartoon sounds, completely absorbed and happy.

in the master bedroom, you took a little extra time getting ready. you changed out of sukuna’s oversized shirt into a comfortable yet cute outfit suitable for your first day back—soft jeans, a simple blouse, light makeup, and your bag packed with notebooks and essentials. the nerves fluttered in your stomach, but knowing sukuna had everything handled at home made it easier to breathe.

when you finally stepped back into the living room, the sight that greeted you warmed you from the inside out. sukuna was focused on his laptop, occasionally glancing up at ryo with a small, proud smirk. meanwhile, your son was still dancing in the playpen, now trying to mimic the cartoon characters with enthusiastic little hops. he looked so content, pink hair bouncing, no signs of distress at all.

you approached quietly and leaned over the back of the couch first, wrapping your arms around sukuna’s shoulders from behind. “i’m heading out,” you whispered.

sukuna turned his head immediately, one hand coming up to cup the back of your neck. what started as a simple goodbye kiss quickly deepened. his lips lingered, warm and insistent, pulling you closer as the kiss grew slower and more heated. you melted into it for a moment, fingers threading through his pink hair.

you pulled back just enough to breathe, laughing softly against his mouth. “if you keep kissing me like that, i’m really going to be late for class on my first day.”

sukuna’s smirk was downright dangerous, crimson eyes half-lidded. “good,” he muttered, chasing your lips again. before you knew it, the two of you were caught in a proper makeout session right there on the couch—his free hand sliding down your waist, pulling you half over the back of the sofa as the kiss turned hungry and passionate.

a particularly loud cartoon jingle and ryo’s happy squeal reminded you exactly where you were.

you broke away with a breathless laugh, gently pushing at sukuna’s chest. “sukuna—our son is right there!”

he didn’t look the least bit sorry. instead, that wicked grin widened as he rested his forehead against yours. “maybe it’s time for a sibling then. give the brat someone to play with.”

you nudged him firmly in the chest, cheeks burning even as you tried (and failed) to hide your smile. “you’re impossible.”

sukuna chuckled lowly, stealing one last quick kiss before finally letting you go. “can’t blame me. you look too good leaving the house.”

still a little flushed, you moved to the playpen. ryo noticed you immediately and reached up with a bright grin, still swaying to the music. you lifted him out for a moment, hugging him close and peppering his chubby cheeks with kisses.

“bye-bye, my sweet boy. mama loves you so much. be good for papa, okay?”

ryo giggled and patted your face, happily distracted by the cartoons still playing and the leftover energy from dancing. “bye-bye, mama!” he babbled cheerfully, planting a messy kiss somewhere near your chin.

you set him back down gently, watching as he immediately returned to his dancing, completely unbothered. sukuna gave you one last heated look from the couch, full of promise for later.

“see you later,” you said softly, blowing them both a final kiss from the doorway.

with your boys settled and happy—and your lips still tingling—you stepped out feeling lighter than you expected.

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PAPA, UP! | Sukuna Ryomen

MASTERLIST / When your daughter wants to be carried, you delegate that task to your husband.

“Mama, up!”

You stopped in the middle of your walk to stare at your four-year-old daughter. Crimson eyes blinked up at you with expectations while her outstretched hands open and close into tiny, impatient fists.

You were exhausted. Having spent the entire evening walking around the pier, your feet were sore, and your arms felt like they weighted a ton. All you wanted was to go home.

But your daughter had other plans—asking you to carry her for the rest of the walk back to the car.

Her mouth slanted into a pout, her continuous grappling with her tiny fingers, while she tilted her head to the side.

You turned to your husband. Sukuna watched the interaction with a detached expression on his face, and offering no assistance. Eyes on his daughter—salmon-colored hair pulled into pigtails, crimson eyes identical to him—with cool exterior.

“This is for you,” you said solemnly.

His eyes snapped to your face. “She called for you.”

“You were made for this,” you encouraged, ignoring his observation with a pat on his arm. Sukuna rolled his eyes, but responded with nothing as he stepped toward his daughter.

Her outstretched arms pivoted to him. “Papa, up.” She murmured, rosy cheeks from the seaside breeze, her lips pulled into a pout that remarkably looked so much like you.

“You’re grown enough to walk.”

“Papa,” She pouted again, her bottom lip wobbly as her fingers closed and opened into her small palms. Sukuna sighed in concession, lowering himself to scoop his daughter into his arms.

She went lax under her father’s touch—proving your theory that it wasn’t just you she wanted, she just wanted to stop walking—and dug her pudgy cheek onto his shoulder. Crimson eyes fluttered as she fell into the safety spell of her father’s embrace.

Warmth spread to your chest as you watched the entire interaction. Contrasting with such a small, fragile thing, Sukuna carried your daughter with such firm gentleness, it made your heart fluttered in many ways, your mind swimming with all the reasons why you got pregnant in the first place.

Sukuna resumed the trek back to the car. You followed closely behind, still observing how your daughter felt so cozy in her father’s arms, she even had a little bit of drool from the carry. You made it a few steps until you suddenly lagged behind, and immediately, without fail, Sukuna picked up on it.

Skirting to a stop, with his child tucked under one arm, he turned around with narrowed eyes.

“What is it now, wife?”

Heat rose to your cheeks. You shyly stretched your arms out, just like your daughter did, pouting in the same way as her, closing and opening your fists in mirror image.

And that was how Sukuna ended up carrying his wife and child in his arm, each falling asleep on each shoulder, each felt safe enough with the King of Curses.

[fireflyschiikawa]

husband!sukuna : making forts with baby!yuji

the living room looked as though a storm had rolled through it.

every blanket in the apartment had disappeared from it’s closet, every couch cushion had been stolen, and dining chairs had been dragged away.

the dining table held a huddle of people, who you could only assume to be your husband and your toddler, under a massive makeshift blanket fortress.

slowly, you part the misshaped entryway to the fort and find baby!yuji and sukuna trying to put up fairy lights.

your heart warms at the crooked attempt and you clear your throat signaling your arrival.

sukuna, jerks completely back into a position of nonchalance as if he had nothing to do with this and baby!yuji crawls over to you.

“mama, d’you like?” he grabs your cheeks, making you admire his masterpiece.

you smile heartily at your son, eyes flicking up to your husband trying to understand what led to this.

“this is nice suki” you quirk a brow at him.

you watch as a slight tinge of pink climbs up sukuna’s neck into his cheeks, when he realizes what you’re implying.

he mumbles under his breath, “brat, wanted it”

you chuckle lightly, “didn’t think you were one to oblige”

sukuna abruptly turns away from you, his heart pattering faster than usual at being caught when being tender towards his own son’s wishes.

gosh you wished he’d take it in stride, but alas you get an adorably annoyed husband, and an even cuter photocopy of him.

now that the lights are all set up, you all sit cross legged under the fort, the fairy lights casting a soft glow.

baby!yuji scoots closer until he’s practically sitting in sukuna’s lap.

“i haf ghost story” yuji whispers, mustering up his scary tone,

which just comes out entirely endearing for the both of you.

“you know a scary story?” you asked.

he nodded gravely, “very, very scary”

sukuna folded his arms,

“ghosts aren’t real, curses on the otherha-“ you cut him off with a nudge to his elbow.

“let’s hear it yu,”

“tch.”

yuji puts on his best serious expression, “one time…there was a ghost”

“the ghost was purple”

“purple?” you ask, and he nods.

“and he had four sockies”

“socks?” sukuna questioned, and yuji nodded eagerly.

“and he go ‘wooo…’” yuji wiggled his fingers “‘woo… where are my sockies’ he say”

“did he find his socks?” you question,

“no mama, listen story still going” you shush immediately letting him have his moment.

“he check washing machine, he check under bed, no sockies”

“then…he go to….laundry basket...” yuji pauses for dramatic flair.

“andthereismonstereatinghisfoursockies” he says this in one breath and then jumps at both you and sukuna, with a “BOO!”

you mock surprise immediately clinging onto sukuna’s arms and you’re amazed to see sukuna playing along.

“no yuji, mama’s scared helppp” you whine, trying to make it convincing.

yuji bursts into giggles while hugging you tight, “no mama, it is only story”

“i’m scared too…damn” sukuna mutters, but yuji just gives a look of absolute disbelief “papa lie”

“what?”

“papa not scared”

“why?”

“PAPA is big and scary”

now it’s your turn to burst into laughter while sukuna chases yuji out of the fortress, with a “come here you little brat” followed by baby!yuji’s squeals.

firefly; i’ve been soooo into mobile games these days especially the cooking frenzy ones..

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