[slut4suguru]

𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐍𝐀 , twenny something girly who's still not over her ex ,

suguru's slut & toji's baby mama , a very slow writer indeed

★ MASTERLIST

i. code of conduct ii. new notification iii. free palestine

side blog :: @sadbitchfromtokyo

© slut4suguru 2025, do not copy or plagiarize

(art by @/lewiathan)

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it's been a year daddy..

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hi guys...

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giyuu trying to do your daughters hair

your husband is standing in the bathroom like he’s about to defuse a bomb. except the “bomb” is your daughter’s curls, and the curls are winning.

giyuu’s sweating. she’s pouting at her reflection. the brush is on the floor. the hair tie has somehow disappeared into another dimension.

“daddy… this isn’t how mommy does it.”

he freezes, hands in her hair like he’s praying for divine intervention. “i know, baby. i’m— i’m trying.”

he is trying. he watched you do her hair a million times but suddenly his hands feel like they’re made of bricks. giyuu keeps twisting but the twist untwists. he tries a braid but it looks like it survived a natural disaster. he tries a ponytail but it leans like the tower of pisa.

she sighs dramatically. he sighs louder.

“mommy’s gonna laugh at you,” she says, completely serious.

“she better not,” he grumbles, but he’s smiling because she’s so cute and he just wants her to feel pretty for school.

finally, giyuu crouches down, eye-level with her, brushing her stubborn flyaways back with his fingers. “okay. one more try. we’re gonna make it work, okay? team effort.”

she nods like she’s entering battle with him.

and somehow—through sheer willpower and the fear of you coming home to a hair disaster—he manages a slightly lopsided but very heartfelt ponytail with two matching clips.

“look,” he says, spinning her toward the mirror.

she gasps. “daddy… it’s actually kinda cute!”

he exhales like he’s been holding his breath for twenty minutes. “don’t tell mommy i struggled.”

she grins.

he groans, picks her up, kisses her cheek, and grabs the lunchbox. “traitor. but i love you.”

and when you get the picture giyuu sends—your daughter beaming with her crooked ponytail—you swear your heart physically melts.

a/n : eat this while mama works on her 1k event 🥰

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GUYS WE HIT 1K !!!!

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dating yuuji itadori who is like something out of a fairytale— the kind of boy who’d shrug off his jacket just to lay it over a puddle for you. the kind who crouches down without a word and carries you on his back when your calves start to ache.

dating yuuji itadori who lets you do whatever you want with his hair, who sits cross-legged in front of you and says “how 'bout this one” while showing you pinterest photos like it’s a salon consultation.

dating yuuji itadori who loves sitting in between your legs, cheek pressed to your plush thigh while you card your fingers through his pink hair.

dating yuuji itadori who's smile reaches his eyes everytime he manages to make you laugh with one of his corny jokes.

dating yuuji itadori who was so over the moon when you agreed to date him that he had to tell someone right away—megumi didn’t even look up from his phone, and nobara said “pics or it didn’t happen.”

dating yuuji itadori who learned how to braid because you mentioned once that it’s hard to reach the back of your head.

dating yuuji itadori who paints your nails and toes with the focus of an artist, tongue poking out in concentration, making sure not to mess up even a little. who lies in your lap while you pick out colors, nodding seriously like it’s a life-or-death decision.

dating yuuji itadori who always asks you to bake just for him to sneak chocolate chips when he thinks you’re not looking, then pretending to act innocent with his cheeks full.

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hubby!toji who's a big softie when it comes to you

toji's all muscle and sharp edges during the day — the kind of husband who grunts more than he talks, who opens jars with one hand and argues with the gps like it personally offended him. people always ask you how you deal with him, the roughness, the attitude, the eyebrows that never relax.

but they don’t see him at night.

because when he’s tired? when the house is quiet and he’s walking around in that loose shirt that hangs off one shoulder?

he’s yours. completely.

toji shuffles into the bedroom, hair messy, eyes half-lidded, and just stands there until you look up. and you don’t even have to ask — he’s already climbing into your side of the bed, pressing his face into your stomach like he’s trying to hide.

“c’mere,” he murmurs, voice soft and grainy, nothing like the growl he uses when he’s fully awake.

he hooks an arm under your waist, tugging you into him with that strength he never fully turns off, but now it’s gentle. protective. like he’s scared you’ll slip away if he loosens his grip.

and then he does that thing — the one he’d deny to his grave — where he kisses your ribs. slow, sleepy little pecks that are barely even kisses, more like he’s checking you’re real.

“missed you today,” he whispers, like the words are heavy.

you run your fingers through his hair and he melts. literally melts. the man who intimidates your neighbors lets out the softest sigh against your skin, pressing even closer, his breath warm under your shirt.

“go to sleep, baby,” you tell him.

and toji grumbles something that sounds like “only if you stay,” like you’d ever go anywhere.

and within minutes he’s out, curled around you like you’re home. soft in a way no one else gets to see. soft in a way that’s yours alone.

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tattooartist!suguru giving you your first tattoo

the hum of the tattoo gun fills the tiny shop, low and steady, like a heartbeat you can’t quite match. you’re sitting in the chair, fingers gripping the armrest a little too tightly, pretending you don’t notice the way he keeps glancing up through his hair to check on you.

“first one?” he asks, voice a rough kind of smooth that sinks straight into your skin.

you nod, trying not to stare at the ink swirling down his forearm, the dark strands of hair that fall into his face when he leans closer.

“yeah,” you say, soft. “you can probably tell.”

his lips twitch like he’s fighting a smile. “a little,” he murmurs. “you’re shaking.”

you laugh nervously, but it catches when he sets a hand on your wrist—warm, steady, grounding. his thumb traces small circles against your skin, right above where the stencil sits.

“don’t worry,” he says, eyes flicking up to yours, “i’ll take care of you.”

you swear your heart skips. maybe two beats.

the machine starts again, and you focus on the buzz, the tiny sting, the rhythm of his breathing. he’s so close you can smell his cologne—something faint and smoky—and every time he speaks, you feel it on your skin before you hear it.

“you’re doing so good,” he says quietly, and it sounds more like a secret than reassurance. “just breathe.”

you do. barely.

when he wipes the ink away, his hand lingers, thumb brushing the inside of your arm a second longer than it should. his gaze follows the motion—slow, deliberate. there’s a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth now, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

“see?” he says, voice low. “told you you’d survive me.”

and you’re not sure if he means the tattoo or the way he’s looking at you.

a/n: i don't think i like this one

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johnathan bailey being the sexiest man alive 2025 is the greatest news i've heard all year

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hey so to everybody in my inbox it's not letting me reply so it's not personal i swear 😥

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dating yuuji itadori who is like something out of a fairytale— the kind of boy who’d shrug off his jacket just to lay it over a puddle for you. the kind who crouches down without a word and carries you on his back when your calves start to ache.

dating yuuji itadori who lets you do whatever you want with his hair, who sits cross-legged in front of you and says “how 'bout this one” while showing you pinterest photos like it’s a salon consultation.

dating yuuji itadori who loves sitting in between your legs, cheek pressed to your plush thigh while you card your fingers through his pink hair.

dating yuuji itadori who's smile reaches his eyes everytime he manages to make you laugh with one of his corny jokes.

dating yuuji itadori who was so over the moon when you agreed to date him that he had to tell someone right away—megumi didn’t even look up from his phone, and nobara said “pics or it didn’t happen.”

dating yuuji itadori who learned how to braid because you mentioned once that it’s hard to reach the back of your head.

dating yuuji itadori who paints your nails and toes with the focus of an artist, tongue poking out in concentration, making sure not to mess up even a little. who lies in your lap while you pick out colors, nodding seriously like it’s a life-or-death decision.

dating yuuji itadori who always asks you to bake just for him to sneak chocolate chips when he thinks you’re not looking, then pretending to act innocent with his cheeks full.

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guys i'm sorry for literally disappearing don't hate me 😥

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MDNI — taking gyomei who is huge

cw: afab!reader, creampie, size kink, soft RAW sex <3

"you need to relax honey"

the absolute nerve—how are you possibly going to relax when gyomei is practically splitting you in two on his cock?

his sweaty forehead rests against yours, with his arms caging your head. your tits are flush against his chest, every inch of you caught in the drag of his hips moving into you at a gut-wrenchingly slow pace.

"gyo, faster," your nails dig into his back, carving crescent shaped indents into his skin.

and god, he wants to—wants to so bad—but how’s he supposed to move any faster with the way your pussy is clenching around him?

his hand fumbles down between you, fingers finding your clit in a desperate attempt to make you ease up, rubbing tight little circles with the rough pad of his thumb. your walls soften around him, drawing him in closer until his tip is kissing your cervix. he groans softly, pressing his face into the curve of your neck.

his movements falter, and for a moment gyomei just breathes you in, quiet and wrecked and somewhere between a prayer and a sigh.

"y-you d'know what you're doing to me sweetheart," his breath trembles against your skin, the air between you heavy.

but you're sure you do with the way his cock is twitching inside of you. each movement feels like a confession , like he’s trying to remember what it means to be gentle.

for a moment, the weight of every fight slips off his shoulders, and it’s only you, soft and steady, holding what’s left of him together. every move of his hips deep, like he’s trying to lose himself in you. your eyes go hazy, hair spilled across the pillow, the air heavy with the ghost of a pumpkin candle long since burned out.

your hips move to meet his without thinking, but gyomei's touch trails down to your waist, holding you still. hand drifting over even more and brushing the bulge inside of your stomach that's caused by his monster cock.

he feels the shift in you, the way your walls clench around him like you're trying to milk his cock for all it's worth. the way you flutter your eyes shut and just barely scrunch your nose.

and it's not long before he has your legs shaking around him and your back arching off the messy sheets.

"gyo—hah—fuck, i'm cumming!" your knuckles start turning white from how hard your clutching the pillow.

and gyomei trails just behind you, a low groan slipping from him as his cum paints your walls. he collapses into you, all heat and weight, pressing you into the sheets as if letting go of himself entirely.

"shit, gyomei," you're trying desperately to get him off but he stays rooted, heavy and relentless.

but eventually, his presence settles around you like heat instead of weight, and sleep pulls you under, fingers threading through his hair as his lips brush your temple.

maybe him and his eleven inches weren't so bad.

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also not proofread, sorry for any errors

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hubby!nanami who realizes he wants kids

it starts small.

nanami's watching you brush your teeth, hair a sleepy mess, his shirt hanging off your shoulder like it belongs there — and it does. he’s halfway through tying his tie when it hits him out of nowhere: God, i want this forever.

you catch him staring in the mirror, toothbrush halfway to your mouth.

“what?” you mumble around the foam.

he just smiles. that slow, quiet kind of smile that means he’s thinking something he won’t say yet.

“nothing,” he says.

but it’s not nothing.

it’s you, and the way you hum when you make coffee, the way your hand always finds his under the blanket. it’s the soft curve of your laugh, the way your eyes go warm when you talk about the future.

nanami starts noticing things — little kids holding their parents’ hands, the way they look up with so much trust. the way you do that absentminded sway when you see a baby in public. he wonders if you even realize it.

one night, you’re both on the couch, legs tangled under a blanket, some movie long forgotten on the screen. his fingers trace lazy circles into your thigh, his voice soft when he says,

“do you ever think about… us. with kids?”

you blink, turn your head just enough to meet his eyes.

“sometimes,” you admit. “do you?”

he nods, a quiet laugh slipping out — nervous, tender. “more than i thought i would.”

and then you smile. that soft, sleepy one that reaches your eyes.

you lean into him, and he kisses the top of your head, whispering, “not now. but… someday."

you hum. “someday sounds nice.”

and that’s all it takes — the kind of peace that settles in the space between your breaths. his hand stays resting on your stomach, warm and steady, as if he’s already holding the future there.

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guys yall r amazing i went from 200 to 700 in a month i luv yall <33

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new theme muahaha