[fre4krena]

in a room fill of people sukuna looks for you

“i hate how lovey-dovey your disgusting boyfriend gets when he spots you in a crowd.” shoko huffed, exhaling a thin stream of smoke as her lips curled in mild disgust.

“what do you mean?” you asked.

“well,” she shrugged, tapping ash off lazily, “he walks around with this whole terrifying aura like he’s seconds away from ripping someone apart just for breathing wrong. the kind of look that screams ‘i’ll cut your arm off if you meet my gaze.’”

she glanced at you sideways, a smirk tugging at her lips.

“but the second he finds you?” she added, voice dropping with amusement, “it’s like a switch flips.”

shoko’s words lingered in your mind for days after that conversation, replaying over and over.

so when you and sukuna made plans to go to the cinema (and for once, he didn’t argue or override your choice of movie) you found yourself thinking about it again.

you stood in the crowded lobby, surrounded by a restless sea of people waiting for the theater doors to open. the air buzzed with chatter, the scent of popcorn thick and buttery, lights reflecting off polished floors. yet none of it held your attention. your eyes stayed locked on the entrance, anticipating the moment a certain tall, pink-haired menace would stroll in like he owned the place.

your heart picked up just a little, curiosity bubbling under your skin.

and soon enough, a familiar tuft of pink hair slipped into your vision, and your breath caught just a little as you focused on him.

the moment he stepped inside, his eyes immediately began searching, sharp and restless. a small frown sat on his face, brows drawn together in concentration, hands tucked into his pockets as he turned his head, scanning the crowd like nothing else in the room mattered.

someone bumped into him on the way, a girl mumbling a rushed apology but he didn’t even react. not a glance, not a pause. she lingered for a second, clearly taken aback at his looks before walking off.

his gaze really did scream “i’ll cut your arm off if you meet my gaze.”

he moved further in, slow and deliberate, eyes still sweeping over every face until they passed over you. paused. and then snapped back.

for a brief second, he just stared, like his mind needed that extra moment to catch up that it was you.

you watched it happen right in front of you: the shift.

his steps faltered slightly, shoulders easing as if some invisible weight had slipped off them. the tension that clung to him softened, just a little, just enough to notice. a quiet exhale leaving him, almost relieved.

and even though his brows were still faintly furrowed there was something warmer there now. something softer.

something that was only ever meant for you.

“there you are,” you murmured, a soft, almost giddy smile tugging at your lips now that you’d seen it for yourself. your fingers curled lightly around his sleeve. “was looking for you.”

“were you?” he hummed, voice low, like he didn’t quite believe you. he dipped his head just enough to press a brief kiss to your hair, lingering for half a second longer than necessary before his arm slipped around your waist, pulling you flush against his side. “could’ve fooled me.”

“mm,” you glanced up at him, smile turning a little smug, “maybe not as much as you were looking for me.”

your hand slid into the back pocket of his jeans, giving a small, teasing squeeze. “you looked ready to fight someone.”

he clicked his tongue, eyes flicking down at you with a warning look that didn’t quite land, not when his grip on your waist tightened just slightly.

“watch it,” he muttered, though there was no real bite behind it. still, he didn’t move your hand away as he guiding you toward the snack counter, keeping you tucked close to his side like it was instinct. “get whatever you want for the film.”

he pulled out his credit card without a second thought, barely glancing at the menu. “consider it compensation for making me sit through your pick.” the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

“you literally agreed,” you pointed out, nudging him with your shoulder.

“yeah,” he scoffed lightly, eyes softening when they landed on you again, "because it’s you.”

very short n shitty but i just got a idea so i barfed it out.... sadly i think i'm consumed not only by writers block but art block WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

[sotephie]

UGHH😩😩

[beaniesayshi]

sukuna gets hit on while you’re busy befriending a stray cat

There’s a cat sitting on a low wall, regarding the world like royalty, bored out of their mind with all their subjects. You stop walking without warning and immediately crouch down, feeling the leather strap of your bag slide off your shoulder, but you don’t care because your attention gets completely rerouted, like the rest of the world has ceased to exist, and you have absolutely nowhere else to be. 

It’s a mottled grey tabby, broad, looks elderly and deeply unimpressed with the entire concept of the universe. But somehow, it has decided you are an acceptable company, and you take it very seriously.

Sukuna stands a few steps away with his hands loosely in his pockets, already resigned to the fact that this is just who you are. You see a cat, and you stop functioning. 

He can’t help but watch you with a mix of exasperation and a bit of amusement that’s almost close to fondness, mostly because you look so stupidly happy, and that tends to completely override anything else he might think about your sudden, public abandonment of him.

You’re absolutely thrilled when the cat, after a moment of intense, green-eyed staring, allows you to gently extend a finger and touch it. You instantly start a non-stop, ridiculous stream of mushy nonsense, completely forgetting you're technically in public. When it headbutts your hand with surprising force, you burst out laughing, like this might be the best moment of your day. In fact, it probably is, judging by the bright smile on your face.

This is, of course, the exact moment when a stunning woman decides that today is her day, and Sukuna is the ultimate jackpot. Her eyes quickly scan his physique, the imposing height and the lines of his tattoos, like she’s already mentally rearranging her life to make him the centrepiece of it.

Clearly, she likes what she sees, and misinterpreting his relaxed, nonchalant posture as availability, she saunters up to him with a bold confidence that’s kinda admirable because it takes guts, but in this specific situation, it’s deeply, deeply misguided.

“Well, hello, handsome,” she practically purrs, tilting her head smoothly like she’s already got him. “You look far too interesting to be standing here by yourself.”

Sukuna doesn’t even glance at her, keeping his eyes glued to you crouching on the pavement, scratching a grumpy-looking stray cat behind the ear like it’s your actual job. Your shoulders shake when you start giggling again, and he just watches the curve of your cheek and the shape of your smile, not offering the woman even the slightest bit of his attention.

"Hey," she tries again, moving closer and smiling at him brightly, but it’s obvious she’s surprised by his silence. “You’re going to make me work for it, aren’t you?”

“Not interested,” he responds bluntly, sounding more bored than anything else. He wouldn’t have bothered answering at all if she hadn’t crossed that invisible line and stepped directly into his space.

Then, as her perfectly sculpted brows lift in offence, Sukuna finally grants her the smallest fraction of his attention. He gives her a brief and unimpressed glance, a look he usually reserves for minor inconveniences.

Instead of pointing or turning fully toward her, he merely tips his chin toward the space past her shoulder, as though even the effort of gesturing properly would be giving her too much.

“That one’s mine.” 

The woman turns, and what she finds is not what she was expecting.

Her eyes land on you, crouched in an oversized, slightly faded hoodie, with messy hair from the wind and your bag nearly dropping on the dirty pavement, completely oblivious to what’s happening. She watches you for a few seconds, and then she scoffs with open, patronising judgment.

“Really?” she asks in blatant disbelief. “You could do so much better.”

He lets out a slow, almost audibly patient breath, like he’s about to explain that fire is hot to a remarkably slow child.

“I already have.”

The woman stiffens, caught off guard by such a sudden, harsh, and frankly crushing rejection. She opens her mouth again, glancing back at you, and her lips tighten right before she’s about to make a biting comment about your clothes, your slightly awkward posture, or the foolishness of softly cooing at a stray cat without a care in the world.

“Careful,” Sukuna says in a deceptively light tone, slightly lowering his head, while his eyes are dead serious. Even with his hands still in his pockets, his posture signals that if she makes one more insulting remark about you, it won't end merely with her wounded pride. “You’re already leaving.”

That gets through. She mumbles something low and unintelligible under her breath, walking away quickly as her bruised dignity scrambles to catch up with her retreat.

Sukuna turns his full attention back to you, because as far as he’s concerned, the entire interaction is already finished and irrelevant.

You stand up a moment later, dusting off your hands as you hurry over to him, beaming like you have genuinely discovered the meaning of life.

“You saw that cat?!” you ask, full of excitement, grabbing his arm. “He let me pet him!”

“I noticed,” he replies in a tone notably softer than it had been a moment ago.

You look up at him, tilting your head, and your smile slowly turns suspicious. “You look smug.”

“I am,” he confirms effortlessly, and the corners of his mouth curve slightly into a smirk.

You narrow your eyes at him. “And why is that?”

“Because,” he answers, grabbing the sleeve of your hoodie and pulling you firmly against his side, “you’re busy befriending a stray, and the universe keeps trying to hit on me.”

You snort, and a joyful laugh breaks through as you slide your hand into his, lacing your fingers together.

“How rude of it,” you comment, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Terribly.”

“So... got her name?” you ask playfully, knowing the answer already.

“No.” His voice drops to a low, husky rumble as he rolls his eyes at your teasing. “Didn’t care.”

“Good.”

You start walking, immediately launching into a detailed monologue about how the cat definitely needs a name, some warm milk, and maybe some basic medical check-up. Sukuna walks beside you, gently rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb and listening to your enthusiastic chatter as if it was the most fascinating thing he’s ever heard in his life.

[sotephie]

AHHHHHH HE'S SO 😩

[shiinyoomi]

Sakusa Kiyoomi who’s not so subtly obsessed with his girlfriend.

It all started lowkey, back when he just went pro and questions about the life of a promising player piled on to him, the clip of one of his first ever interview that happened off-court, and not in a conference room when they were all still covered in sweat and trying to breathe evenly, is still circling social media, the interviewer went with the anticipated question, “fans wish to know if there’s someone special outside the gyms, perhaps a partner?” to which Kiyoomi only nodded with the same level of sternness he carried during a match point.

Overtime it seemed to become much easier to let others in, he still appreciated privacy, but to know that people loved seeing him break out a grin whenever mentioning you after a good game was priceless. It was one time after an away game in Malaysia that they’d won in just two sets, he was approached by local reporters, swarming him with questions but one in particular stood out for him. So when he was asked “what do you miss about Japan?” he didn’t hold back the smile, instead leaning closer to the microphone and bluntly saying “my partner”.

Kiyoomi had already prepared for the worst when faced with the fame that’d come alongside success, he’d seen it happen before, the gossip and tabloids, people breaking up or even getting a divorce over others’ opinion, but seeing the feedback from his supporters each time a new photo of both of you walking around Osaka or visiting his family in Tokyo popped out only encouraged him to share you with the world further.

Eventually he had a whole highlight dedicated to photos of you in his instagram profile, stories piled up each year, sometimes domestic, candid ones where you’d be making cocoa or simply rearranging and cleaning his memorabilia that Sakusa had earned throughout his career, or less private moments of you walking around the streets of Rome when he took you with him to the training camp, moments from all across the world with you beside him.

It’s all gotten to the point where people recognise you in the stands when the Black Jackals are playing, some of Kiyoomi’s fans had even asked for a photo whenever you were wearing the jersey or jacket with his number.

One time on Valentine’s Day Kiyoomi had posted a photo of you sprawled out on your shared bed, hand on your heart and phone almost up your nose with a caption saying “sleeping through the special day”. He deleted it not even ten minutes later, but of course people had already screenshot it plenty of times, to this day remembering the random exposure that was gone in record time.

Safe to say one thing Sakusa was always good at was hard launching, brand deals, important events, friendships with players people wouldn’t even expect him to know, but one particular time outshined the rest of his shenanigans. It was nearing evening after a tough home game where they walked out with another win that Kiyoomi was stopped by a fan with camera angled at him, filming a video when they suddenly asked “what are you looking forward to after today?” when he simply lifted his hand, showing off the golden band on his finger, “seeing my wife”.

[sotephie]

I LOVE HIM

[shiinyoomi]

Sakusa Kiyoomi who’s not so subtly obsessed with his girlfriend.

It all started lowkey, back when he just went pro and questions about the life of a promising player piled on to him, the clip of one of his first ever interview that happened off-court, and not in a conference room when they were all still covered in sweat and trying to breathe evenly, is still circling social media, the interviewer went with the anticipated question, “fans wish to know if there’s someone special outside the gyms, perhaps a partner?” to which Kiyoomi only nodded with the same level of sternness he carried during a match point.

Overtime it seemed to become much easier to let others in, he still appreciated privacy, but to know that people loved seeing him break out a grin whenever mentioning you after a good game was priceless. It was one time after an away game in Malaysia that they’d won in just two sets, he was approached by local reporters, swarming him with questions but one in particular stood out for him. So when he was asked “what do you miss about Japan?” he didn’t hold back the smile, instead leaning closer to the microphone and bluntly saying “my partner”.

Kiyoomi had already prepared for the worst when faced with the fame that’d come alongside success, he’d seen it happen before, the gossip and tabloids, people breaking up or even getting a divorce over others’ opinion, but seeing the feedback from his supporters each time a new photo of both of you walking around Osaka or visiting his family in Tokyo popped out only encouraged him to share you with the world further.

Eventually he had a whole highlight dedicated to photos of you in his instagram profile, stories piled up each year, sometimes domestic, candid ones where you’d be making cocoa or simply rearranging and cleaning his memorabilia that Sakusa had earned throughout his career, or less private moments of you walking around the streets of Rome when he took you with him to the training camp, moments from all across the world with you beside him.

It’s all gotten to the point where people recognise you in the stands when the Black Jackals are playing, some of Kiyoomi’s fans had even asked for a photo whenever you were wearing the jersey or jacket with his number.

One time on Valentine’s Day Kiyoomi had posted a photo of you sprawled out on your shared bed, hand on your heart and phone almost up your nose with a caption saying “sleeping through the special day”. He deleted it not even ten minutes later, but of course people had already screenshot it plenty of times, to this day remembering the random exposure that was gone in record time.

Safe to say one thing Sakusa was always good at was hard launching, brand deals, important events, friendships with players people wouldn’t even expect him to know, but one particular time outshined the rest of his shenanigans. It was nearing evening after a tough home game where they walked out with another win that Kiyoomi was stopped by a fan with camera angled at him, filming a video when they suddenly asked “what are you looking forward to after today?” when he simply lifted his hand, showing off the golden band on his finger, “seeing my wife”.

[torucider]

fratjo

or nerdjo idk😭

[sotephie]

😫😫😩😩

[existential-celestial]

“I’m not doing awfully well but I’m trying very, very, very hard,”

— Anne Sexton, from a letter to Florence Ehrhardt, c. February 1974

[userautumn]

i love fics that feel so... grown. fics about adults that were written by adults who have years of life experience under their belts who pour that into their writing. fics where you can tell this is a person who has lived through a marriage or a divorce or a child or children or parent death or any number of Huge Life Events because the way they write with an emphasis on the highs and lows of the human experience rather than an emphasis on tropes (not throwing shade) is just so. oh man, it's just so fucking good. if my blorbos are grown men, grown women, grown people, i love it when they feel like grown people, not just extensions of the (young) author's imagination. (still not throwing shade). you know?

[sotephie]

💝

[nich0k]

uwu

[aransmind]

clark kent but make it gojo

[sotephie]

BARK

[gojosluut]

when people see Toji with his sweet girlfriend out in public it’s all whispers

ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ𓂃

An older woman whispers to another about how sorry they feel for you or assuming what Toji is like behind closed doors just by his large muscular form, grumpy face, and his overbearing rough demeanor it’s not rare people are going talk.

You don’t hear the whispers, but Toji does, all of the tiny hushes going unnoticed by him.

His eyebrows furrow from slight irritation as his eyes watch you wander around the lingerie store trying to find that pink set you saw online.

Toji doesn’t complain on how long you’re taking his heavy footsteps following behind you while you looked around. His ears twitch as he hears a woman whispering to one of her friends about how they feel sorry for you, again assuming how Toji is behind closed doors.

Once you had your full fill of shopping and you were back in your cozy apartment all Toji could think about is how he wished all those people in the mall could see him right now.

large muscular form taking up your entire vanity chair as you test out all the new makeup products you bought. Your hand steadily applies the eyeliner on his lash line - face completely concentrated as you swiftly apply a small wing.

His hair was clipped back by my melody hair clips, face in full glam with all the products you just bought. You lean back eyes scanning his face - hand gripping his jaw as you turn his head from side to side inspecting your work.

Toji doesn’t complain nor does he saying anything just a sigh through his nose - eyes never leaving yours as you stare at him. Finally you give a satisfied smile as you hand him a mirror. “you look so pretty ‘ji !” you squeal while Toji checks out your magic.

Tojis scarred lips tug into a grin as he puts down the mirror grabbing you by the waist pulling you into his lap.

“mhm i do, you like everything you bought then?” big hands rubbing up and down your waist. You nod with a smile as you lean forward kissing his cheek as a thank you for his compliance.

If only the people around them could see him like this. His sweet girlfriend treating him like some doll, then they really wouldn’t be saying anything.

______๑♡⁠๑_____

(not proof read)

[sotephie]

CRYING

[arimari81-70]

How it feels logging onto Tumblr to read fics after joining a new fandom

[starspenxcie]

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fluff - baby!yuji trying to eat dad!nanami's tie

you’re half-asleep on the couch.

it’s 6:08am. the sun isn’t even fully up yet. and baby yuji is already in full goblin mode - sockless, giggling and currently trying to climb nanami’s leg like a tree trunk.

nanami is in his work clothes with his blonde hair neat and styled. dress shirt crisp. tie halfway done.

“he wants your tie,” you mumble.

nanami glances down. yuji is clinging to his knee, making grabby hands.

“you can’t have papa’s tie,” nanami says, crouching down. “you’ll chew on it again.”

yuji immediately tries to bite it.

nanami sighs.

“see?”

you snort into your mug.

eventually, nanami picks him up - effortlessly, with one hand under his bottom and the other steadying his back. yuji squeals, clings to his dress shirt like a koala.

and nanami just… lets him. presses a kiss to his chubby cheek. holds him like he’s the most fragile and precious thing in the universe.

“you should leave soon,” you murmur. “you’ll miss your train.”

nanami looks at you.

then at the clock.

then back at you.

and then he sits down beside you with a baby on his chest and a tie still undone.

“they can wait,” he says softly.

you smile so hard it hurts.

you shift closer, curling into his side. baby yuji hums softly, chewing on his own fingers now instead of the tie. your head rests on nanami’s shoulder. his arm wraps around your waist without even thinking.

he’s still in his dress shirt. still in his slacks. the most put-together man in tokyo at this hour, probably. and yet here he is, willingly trapped under a sleepy baby and a sleepier spouse, forehead resting lightly against yours like this is all he’s ever needed.

and maybe it is.

he presses a kiss to your temple.

“love you,” he mumbles.

“even when i let your son chew on your expensive italian tie?”

he sighs. “especially then.”

based on this request

[sotephie]

sobbing sobbing diz is so cwutteee

[starspenxcie]

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fluff - the battle between husband!sukuna and baby!yuji for your attention

it starts when you sit down.

that’s it. that’s all you did.

you sit on the couch with your coffee, ready for just five uninterrupted minutes of peace.

no yelling. no crying. no farting. 

but, of course, baby yuji waddles sprints out of nowhere to climb into your lap like a kitten seeking warmth.

“mama, mama, mama, mama, mama-“

his chubby hands grab your cheeks. 

he smooshes his face into yours. 

you blink through it, coffee now very much forgotten, as he launches into an impromptu monologue about a spider he saw in the hallway.

you nod. hum. listen very attentively to the ‘captivating’ story.

and that’s when sukuna appears in the doorway.

shirtless. hair wet. towel slung over one shoulder. mug of black coffee in one hand.

he stares at you. then at yuji on your lap. then back at you.

“what?” you say.

“he’s in my spot.”

yuji turns. blinks at him. and then leans over and licks your cheek. 

like a puppy marking it’s territory.

“mama mine.”

you wheeze.

sukuna’s eye twitches.

“did he just-“

“mmhm.”

“he licked you.”

“apparently, he does that now,” you shrug.

“that’s fuckin’ feral.”

“language!” you chide.

yuji sticks his tongue out, smug. “you’re feral, papa.”

“say that again, tiny goblin.”

“feraaaaal.”

“you wanna fight?”

you sigh. “you’re threatening a toddler. again.”

“he started it.”

“he’s two.”

“and evil.”

yuji crosses his arms. puffs his cheeks. smiles very smugly.

sukuna glares.

you sip your coffee and pretend you’re relaxing somewhere in fiji. by yourself.

fifteen minutes later, yuji is asleep on your chest.

sukuna is sulking at the far end of the couch. muttering to himself like a grumpy cat that has been denied his favourite meal.

you shift a little, adjusting yuji's favourite tiger blanket over his small and squishy sleeping form.

“he’s weirdly warm,” you whisper.

sukuna grumbles. “so am i.”

“he smells like bananas.”

“well, i smell like sandalwood and sex appeal. which is cooler.”

“you’re jealous of a baby.”

“i was here first.”

you giggle, and sukuna pouts harder.

but a moment later, you reach out. with one hand still cradling your son, the other one extended towards ur adorably jealous husband.

he stares at it.

then slowly and in an incredibly dramatic fashion, sukuna slumps over and wraps his arms around the both of you. careful not to wake the goblin currently drooling on your shirt.

you press a kiss to his temple.

“mama loves you both.”

sukuna hums. “not equally, though.”

“equally.”

“he licked you.”

“you’ve licked me in far worse places.”

“and i’d do it again…”

based on this request

A/N: guys i promise i'm very slowly working thru the requests HEHE! and i keep doing them in random order...

[sotephie]

BABY YUUJI

[starspenxcie]

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fluff - baby!gumi having a nightmare

it’s just past 2am when the bedroom door creaks open.

you stir first. blearily. you don’t sit up, just blink at the shadow in the doorway. 

the shadow is small, chubby, clutching a frog plushie to his chest.

“gumi?” you whisper. “what is it, baby?”

he doesn’t say anything. just stands there in his too-big doggie pajamas, silent.

you sit up.

that’s when he toddles over. silently with quick little steps and climbs straight into the bed, right between you and toji. 

gumi wedges himself into the sheets like he’s done it a thousand times (he has).

you gather him close instinctively. his cheeks are warm. his lashes damp,

“bad dweam,” he mumbles.

your heart breaks into a million tiny sleepy pieces. “oh, baby.”

“was big an’ loud an’ - an’ it chased me,” he sniffles. 

“fwoggie twied t’fight it but he don’t got arms.”

you nod solemnly. “poor froggie. so brave.”

“he twied,” megumi insists, serious as death. “but it was too monsty.”

he sniffles again. then hiccups.

you pat gumi’s back. he’s curling into a tighter and tighter ball, sock hanging off one foot, toes cold against your thigh.

“what happened to your other sock?” you ask, gently.

megumi lifts his head. considers this. looks at froggie. then solemnly whispers: “he eated it.”

toji, who was pretending to be asleep, snorts into his pillow.

you don’t even correct him. just nod very seriously. “we’ll deal with that tomorrow.”

then gumi wiggles around like a franticworm until he’s planted directly on top of toji’s chest. 

he’s sprawled out like a starfish. plump cheek smushed against toji’s rough skin. froggie clutched in one hand, the other splayed out like he’s claiming territory.

toji lets out the heaviest sigh.

“he’s a parasite,” he mutters. “a chonky parasite.”

but one big hand still rises to cup the back of megumi’s head.

megumi lets out the tiniest little hum of satisfaction. already drifting off again.

hopefully dreaming about something sweeter. 

based on this request

[sotephie]

smol gumi🥺

[starspenxcie]

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fluff - waking up husband!toji for your pregnancy cravings 

toji has reached flow state.

he’s dreaming about silence. warm blankets. deep sleep. peace.

then you poke his cheek.

“toji.”

he groans.

you poke him harder.

“toji. wake up. it’s urgent.”

he cracks one eye open and stares at you.

you’re kneeling beside him on the bed. 

hair is messy. cheeks flushed. oversized t-shirt barely covering your round little belly, which is currently being rubbed in soothing circles.

“your baby wants strawberry milk and karaage,” you whisper.

he blinks.

you blink back.

“it’s 2:47am.”

“okay but he’s hungry.” you pout, gesturing dramatically at your belly. 

“and also i might cry if i don’t get a convenience store egg sandwich in the next ten minutes.”

he sighs. deeply. rolls onto his back like a soldier preparing for a huge battle.

“you’re so fuckin’ lucky you’re cute.”

“i know! i’m too cute!”

you grin and wiggle your hips. the shirt lifts. your bump shows. 

toji just sighs.

ten minutes later, he’s in sweatpants and slides with his keys in one hand. your shoe in the other because you forgot it on the stairs

you’re waddling behind him, clutching a small tote bag with pompompurin on it and babbling about how the baby is already showing signs of great food taste.

“the baby’s gonna come out loving strawberry milk. i’m going to make sure of it.”

“kid’s gonna pop out as a strawberry,” toji mutters.

once you arrive at the konbini, you're as excited as a kid at disneyland.

you grab melon bread. onigiri. 5 corndogs (1 for toji, 1 for you and the rest for 'the baby') three types of chips. two cartons of milk. pudding. dried squid?

toji squints. “you don’t even like that.”

“he does.”

“you’re gonna blame everything on the fetus now, huh.”

“he’s very persuasive.”

toji just grunts and pays. 

you cling to his arm the whole way home while happily sipping from your milk carton.

finally, at home and you’re curled up in bed with your snack hoard. your legs r thrown over toji’s lap while he massages your feet.

you hum, sleepy and soft and warm. “this is the life.”

“my life is being your snack servant.”

“and foot servant.”

he pinches your calf. you giggle. your belly shifts.

toji leans down and presses a kiss to it. soft. reverent.

you smile. your eyes flutter shut.

he watches you. hand still on your belly. heart full.

based on this request

A/N: half delirious p;osting this. sorry if it barely makes sense bc no proofread!

[sotephie]

haaa to be a wife of toji...

[pika-toru-deactivated20260505]

i kinda like imagining sukuna’s roar ringing through the house, like “woman!”, and he is angry about something and stomps to you and when he sees you sitting on the couch, looking warily in his direction, he forgets what he was mad about, comes over to plant a kiss on your forehead, proceeds to melt at the sight of your beaming face and leaves to go back to whatever it was he was doing <3

[drenched-in-sunlight]

let’s hang out with mama

[sotephie]

gojo and his undying love to his kids🥺