#fluff jjk

[fushihearts]

૮(◞ ‸ ◟ )ა ;; your husband, satoru gojo, who can’t help but pout at the fact that his newborn baby girl sobs whenever she’s placed into his arms! ── ✦⋆🍼.˚

it’s been weeks of this — weeks of satoru tenderly trying to lift your frail newborn daughter from your arms, his tall frame hunched over her and his touch agonisingly gentle, only for her to burst out into tears. he just can’t comprehend it!

“it isn’t fair,” he mumbles, slumped over on the couch after yet another failed attempt at picking her up. “i mean, she has my eyes! in fact, she has all my genes, yet she won’t let me pick her up!”

his tone is scandalised, a hint of betrayal seeping into it; but beyond the usual dramatics, there’s a subtle sense of vulnerability in it too. it’s barely there, hidden behind the light-heartedness of his voice so that you almost miss it.

that’s the kind of skill that satoru has mastered by now: being able to feign confidence in the form of borderline obnoxious mock-arrogance. or rather, being able to divert any concerns you may have with a kind of ease and fluidity that’s got to be at least a little bit concerning.

but you don’t miss it this time. not with the way his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he stares at the floor, lost in thought. not when he looks so worn down, eroded of his usual playful demeanour, an unfamiliar tiredness written all over his body.

you can see the way his shoulders are lowered a fraction in exhaustion from the situation, and even despite his joking demeanour, you both seem to have noticed the way his voice lacked its usual charm earlier.

“hey, toru..” you murmur, sliding onto the couch next to him. your daughter is still clinging to your shirt, having only just been lulled to sleep by you. she’s finally finished bawling her eyes out at the sight of her own father. “don’t be like that…it’s nothing. she’ll grow out of it.”

“no, you don’t get it sweets! she must know something…” he grumbles, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i mean, whenever she looks at me with those huge blue eyes, it’s like she’s staring right through me. she must know something i don’t!” with that, he drops his head into his hands with a groan.

you’d laugh at the irony of his words if it weren’t for the defeated look on his face. of all things, you’d never expected to hear satoru gojo complaining about the unsettling nature of the piercing-blue eyes that she’d inherited from him. nonetheless, you gently move your free hand to stroke his back, your voice soft as you rub soothing circles.

“hey, no…she’ll come around soon enough.”

“but what if she doesn’t?” he looks up, pouting once more. “what if i’ve done something wrong? maybe i messed up my first impression or something!”

“…toru, don’t be silly, i don’t think newborns care about first impressions.”

he sits up slowly, assessing your words as his eyes fall once more upon the baby in your arms. her snowy eyelashes flutter slightly as she snoozes, tiny hands curled up against her body. one of her chubby cheeks rests against you as she snores, her tiny chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale she takes. tentatively, satoru brings a hand to run over her small leg, fingers running over the soft fabric of the fluffy bear socks on her feet courtesy of his impulse buying.

he snorts sadly at that, remembering the way he had been so excited to spoil her. he’d ran around, desperate to find only the very best for his sweet daughter: bags of baby toys, soft socks, cute baby outfits and pacifiers. he’d spent hours researching the quality of each, scrolling through reviews, diligently ensuring that his daughter would receive only the best — only for her to sob at the mere sight of his face.

it’s a kind of irony satoru can’t bear. because ultimately, in the eyes of the newborn in your arms, he’s no longer satoru gojo. he’s simply…nothing. stripped of being the strongest, stripped of his usual defence mechanism of feigned-confidence, stripped of his ability to win her over with expensive toys and clothes. he’s left vulnerable, stuck with the discomfort of it all. maybe he isn’t cut out for this. maybe he isn’t cut out for fatherhood.

you study his face, frowning at the way his brows are pinched and his features have melted into something much more vulnerable, tired. he looks deep in thought, barely registering the fact that one of his legs is tapping anxiously. he just stays sat there, eyes absentmindedly resting upon your daughter, zoned out.

your heart aches a little. it’s a strange sight, to see your usually-bold husband reduced to this unfamiliar state, hands tensed in his lap like he’s not sure what to do with himself.

so, you decide to take action yourself.

tenderly, you lift your daughter and quietly place her into satoru’s arms, silently willing her not to wake just yet. you’re not quite sure how you or your poor husband will cope if she does — and the idea of having to lull her back to sleep whilst simultaneously looking into satoru’s face of pure disappointment is one you’re not particularly fond of.

the second the baby is in his arms, satoru tenses up, thrown off-guard for a moment at the sudden action. however he then slowly begins to pull her closer to his chest, arms cradling her more securely now. it’s a bit awkward at first, because for once your poor husband hasn’t had a chance to prepare himself to hold her: no half an hour pep talk in the mirror as usual, no rubbing vanilla baby lotion into his hands before attempting to hold her — after all, apparently the scent of vanilla is soothing to young babies. hours of extensive research and a couple of youtube tutorials on how not to make your newborn daughter cry have taught him that much, at least.

much to his surprise, though, despite his total lack of preparation this time around, she seems to warm up to his touch immediately. despite being fast asleep, she nuzzles her tiny cheek against his chest a little, angling her head just a fraction inwards towards his warmth.

sure, maybe they’re just baby steps, if you can even call them that. but for the first time since his sweet daughter was born, satoru has actually been able to hold her without being subjected to sobs and screams. he tries to fight a tiny smile, and your heart flutters at the sight.

he stays stood there in silence, eyes crinkled in fondness as he peers down at the sleeping girl in his arms, cradling her like she’s precious. and after a few minutes of standing like that, a single, tiny tear begins to form in the corner of his eye, not quite falling yet. it stays there for a few seconds, clinging to soft dove-white lashes before the salty water finally rolls down his face, just barely brushing over the edge of his cheek.

with a tiny sniff, gojo quickly manages to recover his composure, letting his typical confident grin return back onto his features and simultaneously trying to pretend that his eyes aren’t currently going blurry with the threat of fresh, brand-new tears.

“ah— i knew it, so you do like me..!” he chokes out a weak laugh as he addresses the sleeping newborn, his voice half-subdued in a poor attempt at being quiet so as not to wake her. he dramatically crooks his head downwards, his ear right up next to your daughter’s face as though trying to ensure he can hear her better before he speaks up again. “…soo, this means that i’m the favourite parent, right??”

the nerve of him!

a/n: filler post sorry if the writing quality is poor i just wanted to post something💔 the idea came to me thanks to a dad sukuna fic i saw so creds to them!! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) taglist: @nonchalantfiend @mochiakun @rielovesphel @yujismissingfingers @megumigooner @vanillaascented @megumisrighttoe @catgvrl @hearts2vivi @mariisagb @renrenrenren17 @bowiesprettieststar2 @733164 @palanggaaa @megssleepygirl @rengoatku @hangenism @yujisdreamgirl @nonamedreams @ivankinnieclatter @sugerfilled @silverstar111 @dreamyreadinglover @v4mp1r3b4tzz @dev1lw4arsprada @megantheestallionswife @magicalpeenpoo @qrxswan @silverwfern @luvhza @rozzaa0scentzz1 @azizxxxah @eyayur @strawberrychansora @qrxswan + join!

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[dollishmiso]

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ drabble ( Yuji itadori sfw )

𐔌 . ⋮ imagine yuji trying so hard to have a normal conversation with you but sukuna just lives to ruin his life₊ ꒱

you’re both sitting on the couch after a long day, yuji’s arm around your shoulders, looking at you with those big bright eyes while he rambles about the new movie he wants to watch together.

“—and then the trailer looked so cool, we should go this weekend, i’ll even buy the popcorn with extra butter just how you like it—”

suddenly sukuna’s voice cuts in from the tattoos on his face, deep and mocking. “how pathetic. you sound like a lovesick puppy begging for scraps.”

yuji’s face goes bright red instantly. he slaps a hand over the markings like that’ll shut sukuna up. “shut up! i’m trying to talk to her!”

you’re trying not to laugh but it’s so obvious how panicked he gets every single time. his hand tightens on your shoulder like he’s scared you’ll suddenly change your mind about him because his curse uncle decided to be a hater

“ignore him,” yuji says quickly, turning back to you with a nervous smile. “he’s just jealous because no one wants to watch movies with him. so… this weekend? you and me? please?”

sukuna snorts. “she probably only tolerates you because you’re the least annoying vessel i’ve had.”

yuji actually whines, burying his face in your neck like a big embarrassed puppy. “babe tell him to stop, he’s ruining my game.”

you just laugh and kiss the top of his head, and yuji melts instantly, mumbling “you’re the best… ignore the old man, he doesn’t get it.”

even when sukuna keeps interrupting with snide comments, yuji never gives up he just gets more determined, more blushy, more desperate to make sure you know how much he likes you despite the uninvited third wheel living in his body.

because yuji itadori may share a body with the king of curses, but when it comes to you? he’s willing to fight sukuna every single time just to finish a sentence without looking stupid.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

“I can always start again, make another kid”

Tags: JJK x fem!Reader, JJK men as dads, slight angst more fluff

Anon requested: I think it could be potentially angsty (With fluffy ending?) in a scenario where their kiddos maybe accidentally hurt their mom, and how the boyos would react? Something like them not knowing their own strength as they get older, especially if reader's a regular human. Only thing is I'm not to sure if Sukuna wouldn't kill his poor boy, even if it were an accident

Incl: Satoru, Suguru, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna

SATORU

All six of his eyes stared at his son in disbelief. How had he not noticed? How had he not felt the shift in power?

He knew that Aoi was getting to that age… The very same age when Satoru’s family stopped seeing him as a child and more as a tool to shift the tides between curses and sorcerers.

Still, nothing could’ve prepared him for the manifestation of Aoi’s cursed energy to immediately lash out at the one person who never saw Satoru as a weapon: his wife.

You were flat on your back, coughing and sputtering after Aoi’s energy forced you back, knocking you off your feet.

Infinity? Perhaps. Maybe it was something more though.

It took Satoru taking one step forward. One step for you to sit up and quickly defend your son. He was just a boy. He didn’t understand.

Satoru’s eyes were wide, pupils the size of pinpoints. One more step forward and you were dragging your body in front of your son’s to protect him.

“Satoru, he didn’t mean to.”

But it wasn’t your voice of reason that made Satoru stop to think for a second. It was the perfect copy of your eyes that you had passed down to your son that made him take pause.

“Dad?” his voice wobbled, reaching up to wipe the guilty tears from his eyes.

His son was not him. He wouldn’t meet the same fate. He’d learn how to control it, but he wouldn’t be forced to use it.

A shudder shot through Satoru’s body, and he crouched down until he was eye level with both of you. “That was pretty intense, huh?” he asked, giving a halfhearted smile. “We’ll work on it.”

“I’m sorry,” his son replied while his lower lip quivered. You wrapped your child up in a hug, assuring him that it was okay.

“I’m sorry too,” was all your husband could manage to say as he pulled both of you into a tight embrace. He was sorry for losing himself to his fear and temper, but more importantly, he was sorry for the “gift” he had passed down to his child.

SUGURU

The twins were too young to know better. They were just playing around, snapping photos on a cellphone, using funny filters to distort images and make them look funny.

“Mama, smile!” Mimiko cheerfully shouted. You couldn’t even get your back turned towards your daughter before Suguru’s body collided with yours, tackling you down to the ground.

He shielded you, deciding that he’d rather take the risk than for you. “Girls!” His voice sounded.. unfamiliar. His anger rarely came out in a raised tone, especially towards your two young children.

The twins froze in place. Nanako’s eyes filled with tears almost immediately while Mimiko curled into her sister. They looked almost as frightened as the day Suguru found them.

The phone fell, clattering against the floor. After a moment of silence where Suguru looked over your body carefully ensuring you were okay, he slowly rose from the ground.

“How many times have I told you two to not play around with that thing?” he asked, his voice taking on a more parental one rather than seething anger.

“We’re sorry! We were just having fun!” Both of them spoke in sync, cowering from their father as they knew they were in big trouble.

Suguru pinched the bridge of his nose, and a frustrated sigh escaped his lips. The parenting books didn’t prepare him for his daughters potentially killing his wife.

“Would it be fun when we’d have to bury your mom? Would it be fun when you two would have to bear the weight of taking a life? Would it be fun when I’d—“

“Suguru,” you interrupted, getting up to hold his arm. “They’re just kids. They don’t understand the weight of their actions. This is a teaching moment. Do not frighten them.”

He knew you were right. You were always the voice of reason. What would he do without you? What kind of parent would he be if his own daughters ripped you away from him?

The mere thought made his head pound. He nodded slowly. “Okay,” he whispered, conceding from his anger. “Okay.” He turned towards your daughters, ready to be a teacher instead of a husband.

NANAMI

Hana had a nasty habit, and it had started when she was just a chubby toddler. Perhaps, it came from playing with Yuji too much, or maybe it was something she had somehow witnessed during the times Nanami and Ino would spar.

She’d swing her open palm, slapping her nearest victim.

Nanami had done everything he could think to discourage her from doing so. He never rewarded her misbehavior, never gave her any positive attention when she would hit someone.

His voice would be taut — strained. “We do not hit. That is not okay.”

She had gotten better — never slapping anyone with a smile on her face. When she was four, she even began to chastise Suguru’s girls when they would get into cat fights and slap each other. “We do not hit!” her tiny voice would hold so much confidence, enough to make Nanami proud.

However, she would lose her temper sometimes. She really was a good kid, hardly ever getting into trouble, but when she was tired… that sort of cranky behavior definitely came from you.

She hadn’t napped at all that day, refusing to close her eyes even for a second. All day, she had kept you on your toes, like she had decided that today was meant for pushing boundaries.

“One more!” she screamed, her tiny eyebrows furrowing in anger.

“Hana, I’ve already allowed you to watch more than your allotted screen time. It’s time to stop watching Bluey and get to bed.” You walked up to where she was standing with her arms crossed over her chest. Her lips were curled into a pout.

Nanami was seated at the dining room table, his glasses hanging low on his nose as he was trying to help Yuji with his homework, but he kept an ear out for what was taking place in the living room.

“I want more Bluey!” She stomped her foot, her voice shaking through the house. How could someone so small have such a powerful tone?

You reached out to pat her on the back — to gently guide her towards her bedroom. You knew as soon as her head touched the pillow, she would fall fast asleep. It was just a chore getting her there.

Hana’s hand swatted out, slapping against your arm with enough force to cause you to stumble. The outline of her handprint had welted up on your skin almost immediately. She had hit a 7:3 ratio without meaning to, without knowing she had.

You heard the sound of chairs scraping against the hardwood floor and pairs of footsteps rushed into the living room from all the ruckus. Gritting your teeth through the pain, each pore on your arm pinpricked in blood.

Nanami got down onto his knees, looking at your arm carefully. His body was rigid, leaking in anger and concern. He leaned into you, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m sorry, darling. I didn’t think— I should’ve known it’d happen eventually. I know it hurts. Are you okay?”

It was his power that Hana had inherited; therefore it was his responsibility.

Before you could answer him, he turned his attention towards Hana. His stare held enough heat to scorch her alive. His anger and disappointment were barely contained.

But it was Yuji who was crouched in front of Hana, holding her arms so she’d look at him in the eyes. Yuji was Hana’s role model. He was the cool older brother — the one who never showed any ounce of disapproval towards her.

So, when he looked at her with the most serious of expressions, she froze. “That wasn’t nice, Hana. Look at how you hurt mom. I get you were frustrated, but this hitting thing you do has to stop right here — right now.”

Hana’s big hazel eyes welled up in tears. The amount of embarrassment she felt while being scolded by her older brother was insurmountable. She turned her head towards you and Nanami, seeing the outcome of her outburst.

“I’m so sorry, mama…”

So many conflicting emotions surged through Nanami. He didn’t even think he had the words to say. Perhaps nothing needed to be said after Yuji’s calm words. “Come here, you two,” he said, opening his arms to invite your kids into an embrace with all of you.

TOJI

Megumi’s disrespectful teen years definitely resembled Toji’s rebellious streak. Of course, Toji had a completely different childhood, and his rebellion from the Zenin clan had been definitely justified.

So, when Megumi started to talk back and give apathetic responses to you, Toji saw him as an ungrateful little shit.

You had been nothing but patient and kind. You never let your emotions take over your parenting. You were firm and empathetic at the same time. You were the best mom he could’ve chosen to have his kid, and here Megumi was blatantly disrespecting you in his house.

“Why should I listen to you?” Toji raised his eyes to see his son, still a scrawny teenager standing in the hallway with his arms crossed. You were standing in front of him, trying to get him to do his laundry. “I have things I need to be working on school, cursed techniques, domain expansions. I know you two can’t understand…”

Toji clenched his jaw so hard that his ears began to ring. Could this kid not hear himself? Was this another prank to get himself riled up?

“‘Gumi, I won’t be around to do your laundry forever, you know. You need to learn responsibility.” You were being too nice in Toji’s opinion. You should’ve already smacked some sense into Megumi.

“Responsibility? You can’t even begin to comprehend the level of responsibility I have.” Megumi’s hands twitched at his sides. He was still in the process of learning all ten shadows, and he felt like neither you nor Toji could see how much pressure he was under.

His fingers bent into shape, deciding he’d just show you the level of responsibility he has. When two wolves seemingly materialized from shadows in front of you, Toji had enough.

Your husband was on him in an instant. “You don’t even understand the level of responsibility you have, you twat—“ He had Megumi down to the floor before anyone could say or do anything. “Recall them or I’ll break every goddamn bone in your hand.”

“Who’s a good boy~?” Your voice gave Toji pause. He craned his neck to look over his shoulder. Megumi’s vicious beasts were currently being placated by your love and affection.

His white wolf rolled over on his back, preening for belly rubs as the darker one nuzzled into your arm. Both of them had been practically tamed within a matter of seconds by your hand.

Toji slowly looked back towards Megumi, who was staring up at him with wide frightened eyes. “If those two mutts would’ve hurt your mama, I would’ve brought the inverted spear of heaven out of retirement. Next time you want a fight. You come fight me like a man.” He shoved his son back against the floor and got up to click his tongue at how you loved on the two dogs as if they weren’t bred for destruction.

Perhaps, it stemmed from the same love you gave to Toji as if he wasn’t bred for destruction.

SUKUNA

“Dismantle.”

Silence. Nothing.

“Again,” Sukuna ordered.

“Dismantle,” Ryu said with more energy this time, pulling from his very being to try and make literally anything happen.

Crickets.

Sukuna’s eyes observed his son’s posture. He had his stance right. Sukuna could feel the energy that resembled his own, but Ryu lacked the confidence to wield it. The king of curse’s inherited energy didn’t bow to someone who was unsure about it.

“You’ll get it eventually, sweetheart,” you said lovingly as you placed your hand on Ryu’s shoulder, giving him a small squeeze.

Ryu swiftly jerked away, feeling his frustration bubble over. You were just too doting, and his dad was too cold.

“What are you doing here, woman? I told you to stay inside while I taught him.”

“You two need to take a break. It’s lunch time.”

Ryu fisted at his hair angrily. If he could just get this right, then there wouldn’t be a problem. He wouldn’t have to sit out here with his dad and feel like a complete failure day in and day out.

His energy cracked to life, and he closed his eyes tightly, calling to his energy. “Dismantle.”

Sukuna went still as he watched the slice of energy soar through the air. He gripped your arms tightly. “Cursed wicker basket.”

It was the only counter he could think of on a split second notice. A weaved protection wrapped around you and Sukuna… protecting you two from the “must-hit” nature of dismantle.

Once your husband was certain of your safety, the basket withered away, and he was face-to-face with his petrified son.

“Dad, I didn’t mean…”

“Silence.” The king of curses ordered as he stalked forward, seeping rage from every pore. Ryu staggered back, eyes wide with a fear he has never known. “Do not cower from me, boy.”

Sukuna practically lifted your son up by the collar of his t-shirt before you ran up and pawed at his arms, trying to get him to release him. “Kuna— put him down. He clearly wasn’t thinking. He didn’t mean to cause any harm.”

Your husband only continued to eye his son with enough fury to make the devil himself quake. “You wish to slaughter the only one who begs for your salvation?”

That’s when the tears started. Ryu wasn’t quite old enough to understand the consequences of his actions, but he was old enough to understand that he didn’t want to hurt his mom. “No!” he choked out in a sob.

“Put my son down. Now.” You no longer begged. You commanded.

Sukuna slid his gaze to you, and a ghost of a smile swept across his face. He loved the way you were daring enough to stand up to him.

He dropped Ryu with cold callousness. “You only get one true mother in this life. It’d be wise if you didn’t slice her in half, or else I will do the same to you… slowly.”

Taglist: @theuniversesnepobaby @airandyeah

You will pretend that cursed wicker basket is a viable counter to dismantle. I don’t care to hear otherwise.

[jeerencho]

megumi headcanons as your ‘nonchalant’ bf

gumi is the type of guy to look at you whenever you’re talking to your friends from afar, his eyes soften more than it should

gumi is the type of guy that would always act like your interests for cute shows are stupid but he actually thinks it’s cute

gumi is the type of guy to mention you in his conversations, no matter what he’ll mention you, “yeah my girlfriend loves this” or “my girlfriend could do this easily”

gumi is the type of guy to ask gojo if he could go on a mission with you because he says that your cursed energy is perfect for the mission, but that’s just some stupid excuse he uses to go on a mission with you

gumi is the type of guy who would help you when you feel frustrated, he’ll grab your favorite snacks and give it to you, he’ll play with your hair, let you rest your head on his lap or shoulder

gumi is the type of guy who shows his love with buying stuff for you, caring a lot but not loudly, listening to your yapping

gumi is the type of guy to say no to your questions, but eventually he finds himself doing whatever you asked him to do

gumi is the type of guy who wouldn’t like public affection but he'd love holding hands with you or getting some small pecks from you

gumi is the type of guy that would get teased by his friends for scanning every movement you make across the room

gumi is the type of guy who would never leave your side at any missions, he’ll say that it’s too dangerous if you go alone, even though he knows you’re fine without his help

gumi is the type of guy who would find everything you do attractive or cute, but he hides it perfectly under his stoic personality and comments something about what you’re doing

gumi is the type of guy who’d blush just slightly once someone says that you look cute as a couple

made by @jeerencho , do not repost

a/n : headcanons again bc my fluff, smut fic isn't finished yet

[wolfiihoney]

Gojo is the type of husband who… ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

Satoru is the type of husband who offers you a piece of everything he eats before he takes his first bite.

Satoru is the type of husband who jokingly tells Geto that you stole him from geto. He simply laughs, happy that he doesn’t have to deal with Gojo’s shenanigans by himself anymore.

Satoru is the type of husband who genuinely believes you look beautiful all the time. When you first wake up, after a quick shower. Even after devouring your favorite meal. You’re still perfect to him.

Satoru is the type of husband who flops directly onto you bubbling with laughter and a bright red face after you tell him a cringe joke. You’re just that funny to him, and he lives for the silly moments you have together.

Satoru is the type of husband who has THE most fluffiest and expensive pillows ever but still decides to lay his big head on your boobs every night.

Satoru is the type of husband who blows your phone up with kitten videos while he’s supposed to be out working. You’ll randomly get a video sent to you of a kitten being sassy, followed by a “you 🤭” text.

Satoru is the type of husband who begs Yuji to teach him how to play all the video games you and Yuji like to play because he’ll take any opportunity to bond with you plus he loves seeing how happy you get when you win.

Satoru is the type of husband who Loves, loves, loves to kiss you. Anywhere and anytime.

Satoru is the type of husband who always needs something sweet after dinner and sometimes convinces you that you also need a sweet treat after dinner. (He tells you it’s because you deserve it and of course you do).

Satoru is the type of husband who found out that you liked to read in the beginning of the relationship and now makes it a routine to read at least one chapter of your favorite comfort story each night.

Satoru is the type of husband who would joke about You, Suguru and himself getting married but then actually gets jealous when geto mentioned that the idea didn’t sound so bad.

Satoru is the type of husband who gets all sulky when you won’t let him in the bathroom while you take care of your business. (He’s weird).

Satoru is the type of husband who loves public affection and will kiss you in the candy aisle of the grocery store.

Satoru is the type of husband who makes it his life’s mission to protect you from anyone or anything. He will gladly risk his life to achieve that.

Satoru is the type of husband who almost breaks his neck trying to get different picture angles of your face before your girls night. He loves seeing you dolled up to go out with friends but deep down inside he’s fake sad that he wasn’t invited to girls night.

Satoru is the type of husband who falls in love at first sight.

Satoru is the type of husband who cuddles up to you like a baby and slobs on you when he’s sleeping. He says it’s because you’re too comfy for your own good.

Ty so much for reading!

Sorry for any grammar mistakes.

Reblogs are appreciated always.

(Isn’t he the cutest?)

[notoot]

✪ | squeezing his titties

megumi was no stranger to going to the gym. if anything, working out had to be one of his favorite things to do. he would sometimes hit leg, sometimes arm and other times chest.

and that resulted in him having.. boobs. which were your favorite part of his body. they were just so huge, and squishy and juicy--you get it.

one random overly stressful day, you and megumi just happened to fall asleep, your head on one of his titties.. your hand squeezing the other in your sleep!

megumi woke up, eye still groggy as he felt the weight of you on him, only to feel as though he was getting harassed. what the fuck was squeezing his left titty?

he looked down, only to be met with your sleepy ass subconsciously squishing his boob as if it was a stress toy. he just sighed, as was so used to it. it was literally muscle memory for you.

[kamiflix]

Big ruby shaded eyes, matching that of her father’s, have this adorable thin layer of gloss over them as she pleads with her parent for the millionth time.

“Daddy pwease?” She has the cutest little pout on her face, one that’s worked on her mother time and time again that’s sure to work on her father too—

“No.” Sukuna says yet again.

The child is tired of asking and receiving that same answer over and over. She doesn’t understand one bit why but she hates hearing that word. Folding her arms, she lets out an annoyed puff, “Mommy would never tell me no…”

One statement and there’s already another vein bulging in the right corner of Sukuna Ryomen’s forehead. “Go away, brat.” He breathes out in an overly irritated tone.

The child, unable to take no for an answer and more like her father than she even realizes, takes her foot and brings it down on the curse’s foot in frustration.

If he wasn’t ticked off before, he damn sure is now. “You little—“

“Sukuna,” And there it is, the voice of the sole human in this reality who could ever even dream of cutting the king of curses off mid-sentence. Not only is it you, the mother of his overly insolent child, but you have the nerve to give him that scolding tone he hates (loves).

He scowls for a long moment before looking down to the smaller human who carries more of your features than his. “Fine, child.” Sukuna drawls out after a long roll of his many eyes.

Then, with a big smile plastered all over her small face, her hands are shooting up and she’s making a grab motion with her hands.

Sukuna stares down at her and sighs, “You really are a spoiled brat, y’know…” He grumps while leaning down to pick his daughter up with one out of his two pairs of hands. “…Just like your damn mother.”

The child’s smile fades for a moment and she tilts her head, “Damn?” She repeats in a confused tone, making Sukuna’s heart spike.

“Wait-, don’t… don’t say that.” He’s been down this road one two many times—having taught the child how to say ‘fuck’ the moment she began spewing words. He received an earful from you that he didn’t care for so, here he is now, “That’s a bad word.”

His daughter blinks, “But, Daddy said it.”

Sukuna groans lowly in irritation, “Daddy can say whatever the hell he wants.”

“Hell?” Oh she had to be doing this on purpose, knowing her mother was only a room away.

“Child.” The curse scolds, “Are you trying to irritate me?”

She shrugs playfully, “This is what you get for telling me no.”

“You asked me if you could draw on my face.” He deadpans.

“And you should’ve said yes,” You suddenly chime in, entering the room, “Instead of teaching her more curse words.”

The little girl snickers in Sukuna’s arms and he swears he has an image of the child being flung across the room for just a moment. That image is interrupted by the girl speaking again.

“Like fuck?” She says loud and clear. “I heard Daddy say it again earlier today—“

A big hand goes over her mouth (practically her entire face) and she’s cut off by her father who’s innocently smiling at you, his darling wife.

“Ignore her. I was just about to let her draw on my face so,” He glances down at his daughter who’s giggling victoriously beneath his palm and then sighs, “If you’ll excuse us.”

You’re left smiling at the two as Sukuna turns away with his daughter and exits the room—the sound of them bickering as soon as they’re out of sight heard moments later.

And the next time you lay eyes on the two, Sukuna’s got a face full of stickers and marker and his little mini-me has a mocking face full of her father’s markings. To which you just had to take a million and one pictures of.