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plsss would u do sukuna taking care of his pregnant wife? like noticing his robes keep disappearing, only to figure out its his wife. or more dad!kuna 🙏🏾
robes — ryomen sukuna x f!reader
a/n: me👰♀️ ➕ 👹heianera!sukuna
sukuna is a deeply preceptive man.
it’s something he prides himself over, and since he is observant, he quickly notices that his robes start going missing.
in the beginning, he thinks that it’s probably the increased number of bloodied robes because he has been going on a higher number of rampages the past couple of days.
so, he goes to uraume to inquire about why the delivery of his robes has been later than usual.
uraume quickly responds that they have been personally delivering the clean robes to his chambers and ensuring that they are placed where he can clearly see them.
the revelation makes sukuna annoyed because that means that someone has been stealing his robes directly from his chambers.
he is presented with two courses of actions—excluding the option of saving himself the trouble and just killing all the servants: sending uraume to spy on the whole ordeal or investigate it himself.
considering how he has been pretty bored the past couple of days, he decides on the latter. the past few rampages have given a clear warning to the rest of the villages surrounding his castle.
so, with nothing else to do, sukuna takes it upon himself to monitor the main entrance of his chambers to see whether anybody enters the room after uraume places the robes in the room.
so, he situates himself near the room but far away so that they can’t catch him.
he stays there for a good couple of hours, yet he sees no one, not even in the darkness of the night: the supposed prime time for a thief.
perhaps the thief has been made aware of sukuna’s inspection? but that would mean that the robes would still be in the chambers. so, sukuna enters his room in search of his robes, but, to his surprise, he doesn’t find them.
that immediately leads him to concluding that whoever is stealing his robes is someone who has access to the hidden door of his room.
and no one knows about that door except—
“y/n.”
you yelp and slowly turn to your husband. he is standing there, arms crossed, brows furrowed, and an everlasting frown on his face. you have been caught and are in some big trouble.
you don’t falter immediately though. you try to act normal. you smile nervously, “yes, my love? is something bothering you?”
keyword: try.
he repeats your name lowly, and you quickly crumble. you visibly deflate and lower your head as you murmur, “yes…”
he nods in satisfaction before asking the awaited question, “where are my robes?”
your hands rest on your lap, and you fidget with your fingers.
you still can’t figure out what his reaction will be. so far, he is just gathering information. he is giving you nothing to work with, so you have no other option but to comply and just keep answering him.
sighing, you answer him, “my closet.”
he quirks an eyebrow and sits in front of you. his hand is placed on your head, and he raises your head, so you’re looking him in the eyes. it’s something that you have noticed only being done to you.
you had absentmindedly asked your head servant about it, and said servant, uraume, had told you that it’s because he views you as an equal and does not take pleasure in your fear and acting inferior to him.
and in the end, sukuna only does what pleases him. if it doesn’t please him then why do it?
he hums as if in thought before egging you on, “and why are my robes in your closet? in fact—” he smirks, eyes observing your frame, “why are you currently wearing my robes?”
you pull the robes tighter around yourself, and you purse your lips. sukuna wants an answer right now, and while he is enjoying your ‘suffering’, but he also wants to know what’s wrong.
if there is anything that he hates then it’s not knowing, especially if it’s something about you, his very pregnant wife.
his hand travels to your jaw, and he grips it lightly.
“so?” he says as he tilts your head to the slide slightly.
“you…have been gone for longer than usual lately, and I have been missing you,” you admit softly as you try your best to maintain eye contact, but you end up looking away.
he is still silent, so you continue laying out your reasoning, “and for some reason, the robes alleviate the pregnancy pain. I couldn’t find any logical or scientific reason, but I think—
—it’s because the robes are filled with your cursed energy, maybe acting as a kind of assurance to the baby that you are beside us even if you aren’t.”
he doesn’t grace you with any reaction nor reply for quite a while, and it makes you think that he is probably thinking about how foolish the entire scenario is.
so, you add hesitantly, “or something like that…”
after a moment, though, he sighs and simply says, “you could’ve just asked me, you foolish woman.”
you blink confused, “and you, my ‘no one takes what’s mine’ husband, would’ve allowed that?”
“you, idiot, are mine, so my belongings are yours anyway,” he states, and his hands rest on your stomach, “this is mine too, so you have to take good care of it.”
a smile takes over your face, and you nod happily, “of course, I will!”
you pause for a second, and it has sukuna confused.
you frown and you point your finger at him while reprimanding him, “and don’t call me an idiot, mister! I am your wife, and I am blessed with a good name.”
a pinch is delivered to your butt which makes you shriek. you jump away from you husband and start rubbing the spot in attempt to soothe it.
sukuna smiles wickedly before suggesting, “how about I help you with that?”
“no! keep your hands off of me, you brute!”
he chuckles, and it echoes throughout the room. it’s kind of creepy. you always said that you wanted to add more furniture to avoid that situation.
you start thinking about the new design for the room when your husband speaks up, “and regarding my absence the past few of days.”
you turn your head to him, and he continues, “I will be putting my plans on pause for a while, so you don’t have to resort to the robes for the time.”
he turns his back to you before announcing, “I am expecting you at dinner and later in my chamber. is that clear?”
you feel giddiness fill you up, and you reply enthusiastically, “yes, my king!”
“good,” he smirks.
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#🥺💗#I hope my future husband takes such good care of me when I am pregnant with his children#I wanna be a mom so bad#of course not anytime soon but in the future I would like too#ryomen sukuna fic rec#tw: pregnancy#cw: pregnancy
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Because Sukuna has four arms and I need to touch grass here is a drawing of him.
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I just be wanting the same love I give out thats all
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Thinking about spending your first Christmas with Bakugou as a couple. I learned that Christmas in Japan is very couple-centric as they’re not a religious country, so I imagine it’s more of a valentine’s day for couples.
In the mornings, there are no expectations. For the first time, Bakugou is able to lie in, his fingers stroking along your spine and holding you close to his chest. It’s cosy and warm, the chill outside keeping the both of you melded together beneath the expensive sheets. He knows he should get up, and start the day with you. It’s different to how Christmas was when he was a kid, being given an endless amount of presents and forced to visit family and friends.
But this year, with you, he doesn’t have to do any of that. He gets to bury his nose into the crown of your head to smell the familiarity of the shampoo you like to use. He can feel his muscles relaxing, his mind free of worries.
When he does finally manage to wrangle you out of bed with the promise of food and a hot drink, he’s already showered and ready to spend the day relaxing with you. Guiding you out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, he can see you starting to perk up at the idea of eating something freshly cooked by him.
He can feel your eyes on his back when he’s cooking, just the string of the apron covering a tiny strip of the bare back you love to smooth your hands over and kiss in the middle of the night. He opens himself up when you come in close, tucking you in to your place beneath one big arm and smooshing you into a pec that you lovingly kiss which draws a chuckle from his mouth. Bakugou can’t help but feel relieved that today just feels like any other day, he doesn’t feel pressured on such a popular holiday.
With food eaten and both of you now sinking into the plushness of the sofa, he finally feels a tick of nervousness. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s bought you anything, shit, he showers you with presents yearly but there’s the pretence of Christmas gift-giving that has his stomach flipping uncomfortably. Thankfully it’s you who breaks the ice first, handing him a gift that’s been neatly wrapped so that he can sort of already tell what might be inside. His favourite aftershave, which actually reads as your favourite aftershave. It’s not overpowering that it’ll have you choking but blends so naturally with his natural scent that you always dote on him a little extra when he wears it.
That anxiety flares again when he hands you your present, your eyes so wide and your smile so bright he has to look down to save you from seeing the rapidly growing blush on his cheeks. But he can’t help but peek to see if you like it, and he’s surprised to see you holding the delicate necklace in your hands with tears in your eyes. It’s a small dainty thing, but it has his initials hanging from the chain.
“It’s meant to hang right over your heart,” he blurts and his eyes lock with your teary ones. “Supposed to mean that I’ll always be by your heart—or whatever.” He probably looks ridiculous with his blush and eyes that refuse to meet yours until you’re launching yourself at him.
Bakugou has always been an expert at catching you when you think he won’t expect it. Big hands grab your waist as you smother him into your neck, he can feel your tears now. “Thank you so much baby,” you speak into his hair before laying kiss after kiss against him until he has to peel you off. “I love it, thank you.”
Finally, does he smile, the anxiety replaced with frantic butterflies as you look at him with absolute love and adoration. He can’t help but be excited for all the Christmases and other holidays to come, as all he wants is to spend them with you.
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Oh my baby
Sweet like bubble gum
Bouncing like playing ball
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we are all unique and beautiful in our own way and that’s one of the coolest things about being human to me. the things we see as flaws in ourselves are things other people adore and the opposite is true. don’t be hard on yourself, you were beautifully created and this world is meant for u!!!!!!!
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izuku is about fourty-one (41) when his daughter gets her first official boyfriend. shes sixteen and so wonderful—his partner in justice. he pretends to take it well because he likes being a cool dad to her but the minute shes asleep—he’s drinking himself into a mess. he weeps often, always has and he’s blubbering by the time you get home.
“she wanted to marry me. do you remember when she said that?,” his voice is so wet you’re surprised he can speak. “she was so little just yesterday.”
you make some off-handed comment calling him an old man and crybaby. he wails a little more at that as you drag him to bed to sober up. he’s out cold when your daughter stops by your room—to laugh and smile because she already knew he’d take it that hard. he smiles a little in his sleep when she kisses his cheek and says he’ll always be number one.
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🗣️ 🎶I'm so depressed I act like it's my birthday every day🎶🗣️
🗣️🎶I'm so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague🎶🗣️
🗣️🎶I cry a lot but I am so productive, it's an art🎶🗣️
#mood#dw guys I am not depressed I just love the lyrics#now playing#taylor swift#ttpd#the tortured poets department#tw: depression#cw: depression#I can do it with a broken heart
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Watching you eat bc your preggy with his babies~
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Hi aali!, Happy Valentine's Day~ I saw your bumble date, swipe right event and would like to participate :D I put forward gojo satoru as my fav, red bottomed heels as my ideal valentine's gift and for my date to be sweet. Please and thank you in advance /^w^/
⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — SATORU GOJO. swipe sweet: red bottom heels.
about. it’s a match! whilst dolling yourself up to spend valentines day with your husband — satoru gojo reminds you of how much he loves you with a very expensive and reminiscent gift ( 1K ).
warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, reader and gojo are married + have kids, reader is wearing a dress, afab!reader.
・:〃⤥ bumble date, swipe right event !
“are the kids in bed?” you ask your husband satoru as you scrutinise the line of red on your lips in the mirror. his large palms smooth over the curves of your frame, hugged by your pretty and powder blue dress, before stopping just above your navel.
the gesture is sweet, with no ulterior motives, you’ve learned over the years that your husband values proximity and closeness. he likes to hold you close like you might disappear and touch you as though to make sure that you’re real. tonight, he gets lost in the way you feel underneath his explorative fingertips, entranced by how beautiful you look tonight (or any other night).
cooing, you capture his attention — brilliant colbalt eyes finding yours in the mirror. “satoru,”
“you look good in this dress, baby. is it new?” he quips, head of silvering hair coming to rest at the junction between your neck and shoulder as you finish perfecting your lip. “sorry, yes honey. the rugrats are sleepin’.”
you squirm happily in your man’s hold, relishing the way that he loves up on you with kisses to your neck and his warm hands rubbing up had dabi’s your sides. “what about the sitters? did you pay them?”
“you mean fushiguro? we practically raised him, a bit of free labour never hurt anybody —“ when you cough unhappily, glaring at your long-time lover and father of your children in the mirror, satoru pouts into the kisses he’s fitted along your bare shoulder. “— fine, i’ll leave him a tip.”
the man is rewarded with one of your dazzling smiles, the type that has his heart bursting through his chest and his brain a mess. no matter how many dates you go on, how many times you celebrate valentine’s day together…satoru gojo finds himself falling in love with you all over again. each and every time.
“satoru baby, did you—?”
“yes, sweetie, i called the uber. it’ll be here in five. yes, i called the restaurant and had them push back by thirty and yes, you look beautiful. you always do. you’re just as beautiful as the day i met you,” years of marriage has taught satoru gojo to be prepared for anything. your fluttering mind, your worry for your children, the fact that you always take a little too long to get ready for the simplest of outings. these little habits and ticks of yours are things that he cherishes, things he wouldn’t change for the world. satoru has grown a lot since he first met you, and has grown in all the right ways to make sure that you’re loved.
spinning you in his bulking arms, satoru backs you up against your bathroom sink — caging you against it with his arms either side of your hips while he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. “now, i know we like to be fashionably late to things, being the hottest couple in the world and all, but i really do think we should get going,” he scolds you playfully, but doesn’t make an effort to draw away from you. “i can’t push this table back anymore,”
you smile, blowing a kiss up at him so that you don’t smudge your lipstick. “don’t let megumi hear you say that, you know that he thinks we’re cringe.”
“he can think what he wants, nothing will stop me from showing off the most beautiful woman in the world,” when the white haired man finally steps back, your fingers remain linked — wedding bands clinking against one another. “let me get your shoes, gorgeous, the car’ll be here soon.”
as your husband retreats ( leaving you a love stricken mess in the bathroom ), you resort to packing a clutch with the essentials for tonight — debating on which lip gloss to bring with you until he comes back.
“remember these?” satoru questions you softly once he re-enters the bathroom — sinking to his knees despite the tight fitting black tux that he wears. your eyes drift over his handsomely aged face, firm and muscled form, down to the pair of heels he holds in his grasp. their white leather and red bottom sole are all too familiar to you. a pair of christian louboutin heels fresh from the box.
setting the pair of shoes down, satoru gently takes one of your ankles in his hold and positions it perfectly to slip your foot into the heel. “you wore them to our wedding, way back when. i remember that you spent hours deliberating between the kate model and the hot chick model. even still, i always loved how they looked on you,” he reminisces, lips ghosting over your thigh and thumbs smoothing up your calves once your foot is secured in its shoe. “how they make your legs look.”
he wiggles his eyebrows up at you then, making you snort under the dim lighting in your bathroom like two teenagers struggling to get out of their clothes after a night out. “satoru!” you squeal, pushing at his shoulder with your bare foot. “focus, we’ve got to leave soon,” your husband nods, working your other heel on while you reminisce. “i thought i lost the original pair in one of the boxes when we moved to the bigger house for the baby.”
blue eyes shoot up to meet yours, holding so much love and adoration for you. “not too tight, right?” gojo whispers, rubbing at the back of your foot to make sure the leather material isn’t hurting you. you shake your head, earning yourself a kiss to the knee. “you did. lose them. i remember how upset you were, so i figured i’d get you a replacement pair. they might be a little different but—“
“but they’re perfect, thank you baby,” even after all this time, satoru remains the most thoughtful partner you’ve ever had. you swear to yourself that you’ll cherish him always, look after him always. even after life and even in death. “i love them.”
“i love you.” gojo says tenderly, taking a stand and offering you his hand all in one swift movement. “now cinderella, i do believe our carriage awaits. our Uber driver has just set a timer and i’ll be damned if he drives away with my damn money.”
with that, you let your husband whisk you away for a romantic dinner — expensive and cherished red bottom heels clicking against the pavement while the wind carries your joint laughter as you run like fools for your uber (much to megumi’s dismay).
꒰ end. — all rights reserved © tteokdoroki 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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someone give this boy some donuts plz 😭
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please vampire gojo please one chance plsssplslsppsl on e chance
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