Idk if u write for sukuna buuuuut!
Sukuna x Toji x m!reader. Like. Big muscly men but with soft muscles that are perfect to lay your head on. Muscly thighs that are perfect to nuzzle. Big pecs that are perfect squish. Pure fluff with sukufushi x reader, maybe some baby megumi or somethingggg. Chat i js want big muscly men to headlock me or to just collapse into their big chest. Gulp
CUDDLE TIME!
Ryomen Sukuna & Toji Fushiguro x Male!Reader
You somehow ended up living every man’s dream, being sandwiched between two muscles on a couch while they argue over who’s more comfortable to cuddle. With little Megumi climbing all over the three of you, warm cuddles, sleepy kisses, giant hands holding you close, and the terrifying realization that the two scariest men alive are absolute suckers for their family.
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The apartment was suspiciously quiet. Which, in a household containing Ryomen Sukuna, Toji Fushiguro, and a four-year-old Megumi Fushiguro, usually meant something terrible was happening.
You narrowed your eyes slightly as you stepped further into the living room. “Megumi?”
Silence. Dangerous silence. Then… a tiny giggle.
You turned toward the couch just in time to see Megumi dive face-first beneath a blanket pile. Ah. So that was the game today. Unfortunately for him, both of his fathers were helping.
Toji sat sprawled across one end of the couch in gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt that strained distractingly across his chest, looking entirely too pleased with himself for a grown man assisting in toddler espionage. Sukuna lounged on the opposite side with one arm draped over the back cushions, broad chest exposed thanks to the fact he apparently considered shirts a disgrace to the natural state. Both men looked deeply untrustworthy.
“You’re hiding him,” you accused immediately.
Toji looked offended. “Would never.”
“Mhm.”
Sukuna smirked lazily. “Maybe the brat disappeared.”
Another muffled giggle came from under the blanket. You stared flatly.
Sukuna shrugged. “Could be ghosts.”
“Toji.”
“What?”
“You’re smiling.”
“So?”
“That means you’re guilty.”
Toji’s grin widened immediately, scar pulling slightly at the corner of his mouth. God, the two of them together were unfair. Not even in an intimidating way anymore. Just… Big. Warm. Comfortable. Built like absolute monsters while simultaneously functioning as the world’s most dangerous weighted blankets.
You’d discovered very early into the relationship that both Sukuna and Toji ran warm naturally, which made cuddling with either of them addictive beyond reason. Especially after long days. There was something deeply healing about collapsing face-first into broad pecs and solid muscle while one of them lazily dragged a hand through your hair. Or worse… getting trapped between both of them on the couch. Which was exactly what happened now.
Before you could react, Toji hooked an arm around your waist and yanked you backward dramatically. You barely got out a surprised noise before landing across his lap with a heavy oomph.
“There,” Toji said easily, pinning you against his chest one-armed like you weighed nothing. “Now you can’t interrogate witnesses.”
“You’re literally obstructing justice.”
Sukuna snorted from the other side of the couch. Megumi’s tiny head finally peeked out from the blanket mountain.
You pointed immediately. “Found you.” Megumi gasped dramatically before scrambling out entirely and launching himself toward you. Unfortunately, Toji still had you trapped in what could only be described as a very affectionate headlock.
“Help,” you told Megumi weakly. Megumi considered this carefully. Then climbed directly onto your stomach instead.
“Traitor,” you muttered.
Toji laughed quietly against the top of your head, chest rumbling warmly behind you. The sound did terrible things to your ability to function normally. Because annoyingly enough, both Sukuna and Toji had voices built specifically to ruin people. Deep. Rough. Sleepy around the edges at home in ways they never sounded around anyone else.
Domesticity looked delicious on them, especially Toji. There was something genuinely unfair about a man built like a hitman casually helping his son color dinosaur pages at the kitchen table.
Sukuna reached over lazily and grabbed the back of your hoodie, dragging you sideways until your head landed against his chest instead. You sighed automatically at the contact. Warm. Solid. Comfortable enough to make you reconsider every responsibility you had for the rest of the day.
Sukuna looked unbearably smug immediately. “You always end up over here eventually.”
“You’re warm.”
“Told you.”
Toji scoffed. “I’m literally right here.”
“You’re also bony.”
“Bony?” Toji repeated, horrified.
You poked lightly at his ribs. “Sharp edges.”
“Toji loses his shit when you insult his muscles,” Sukuna informed you lazily.
“I do not.”
“You pouted for an hour last week because he called your shoulders ‘pointy.’”
“They are pointy,” you argued.
“Toji’s built like a coat hanger with abs.”
Megumi burst into tiny delighted laughter. Toji looked betrayed.
“You’re all dead to me.”
Despite his words, he immediately tugged you back against him again, one massive hand spreading across your stomach while Megumi climbed into Sukuna’s lap. The couch groaned dangerously beneath the combined weight of all four of you. Sukuna rested his chin briefly on top of Megumi’s messy hair while absently rubbing circles into your shoulder with his thumb.
Quiet settled over the apartment. Comfortable. Soft. The late afternoon sun filtered through the windows golden and warm while cartoons played quietly in the background.
You were half trapped between two terrifyingly powerful men and a sleepy toddler. Honestly? Perfect.
Megumi yawned suddenly, rubbing at his eyes. Toji immediately softened. It happened every time. The second Megumi looked sleepy or upset or sick, Toji transformed into the world’s most emotionally compromised father.
“You tired, kid?” Megumi nodded solemnly.
Sukuna snorted softly. “He fought to sleep for three hours and now suddenly he’s exhausted.”
“I wasn’t tired before.”
“Sure.” Megumi climbed clumsily off Sukuna’s lap and directly onto yours instead, small hands grabbing fistfuls of your hoodie.
“Papa.” Your chest melted instantly.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Up.”
Toji grinned immediately. “You created this problem.”
“You encouraged it.”
“And I’d do it again.”
You adjusted Megumi carefully against your chest, smiling when he immediately tucked his face against your neck sleepily. Sukuna watched the interaction quietly for a moment. Then his expression softened almost imperceptibly.
Most people would miss it. You never did. There was something strangely tender about Sukuna when it came to the two of you. Possessive still. Sharp around the edges, but soft in ways nobody else got to see. Especially during moments like this. Domestic little moments he pretended not to care about while secretly loving all along.
“You’re staring,” you murmured.
Sukuna hummed lazily. “You look comfortable.”
“I am comfortable.”
Toji hooked his chin over your shoulder from behind immediately. “He means you look cute.”
“I did not say that.”
“You were thinking it.”
Sukuna rolled his eyes dramatically. Then reached over and pulled you closer anyway. Your face ended up half squished against his chest while Toji stayed pressed warm against your back. Completely trapped now, not that you minded.
Honestly, you were pretty sure this exact scenario could heal you. Big muscly men holding you hostage through affection. Terrible fate.
You sighed contentedly into Sukuna’s chest.
Toji immediately smirked. “Hear that? That’s the sound he makes when he’s happy.”
“I’ll bite you.”
“You say that every time.”
Megumi, already half asleep against you, mumbled quietly, “Family cuddle.”
The room went soft instantly. Even Sukuna froze for half a second. Toji’s expression melted completely. And then Megumi, with the devastating emotional precision only small children possessed, sleepily reached one tiny hand outward toward both of them.
“C’mere.” Toji made the weakest wounded noise you’d ever heard from a grown man.
“Oh, we’re done for,” you whispered.
“Absolutely finished,” Toji agreed.
Sukuna muttered something about manipulative children while immediately pulling the blanket over all of you anyway. Which was how you ended up buried beneath two giant men and one sleepy toddler while late sunlight warmed the apartment around you.
Toji’s fingers lazily traced patterns against your side. Sukuna’s hand rested heavy and warm on your thigh. Megumi snored softly against your chest. And honestly? You could’ve stayed there forever.