#jjk cuddle

[nanaminokanojo]

MASTERLIST

Sukuna is pissed.

The reason? You moved away from him in your sleep when he wanted to hold you close.

In your own subtle ways, you've always complained about how unaffectionate he is. You didn't explicitly say it, but he did notice how your mood would shift, your pretty little smiles barely masking your disappointment when he would do or say anything remotely cold or mean. And now that he was giving you what you wanted, you just roll away from him, depriving him of your warmth and the affection he expects you to reward him.

How you even managed to escape four of his arms to find your own corner of the bed was a big puzzle to him. You've always slept peacefully pressed to his side on most nights, and you didn't really move much once he had two of his arms wrapped around your frail form. Perhaps you were doing it on purpose after he had evidently upset you during supper by dismissing you when you asked about his day. There was nothing to tell, and though he understands that your concerns came from a good place, he still refused to tell you of the horrors of the world he found himself so deeply embroiled in.

Sukuna, however, brushed off the idea. You wouldn't dare. Or would you? He was just protecting you. Why would you hold that against him?

He chose not to entertain the thought, thinking it was just you moving in your sleep. And so, he reached for you, gently placing his arms over and underneath you to pull you closer. But it hadn't even been a minute of him holding you when you started letting out these seemingly irritated noises and shortly after, you were turning your back on him.

"What –" He stopped himself when you breathed in deeply, half expecting to hear sobs if you were truly upset with him, but then, your breathing rhythm returned to normal. You were still fast asleep.

Sukuna shrugged, already feeling his temper rising at the thought that you could sleep just fine without him. The thought of it annoyed him, and that was an understatement. He decided to move closer to you then, but as soon as he did, pressing your back on his bare chest, you started squirming, a dissatisfied groan leaving your lips.

At that, he rose slightly on his elbow, taking offense. "Woman, what is your problem?" he demanded, making you lie down flat on your back, startling you. "Is something ailing you?" This time, he spoke gently, watching as you slowly blinked up at his frowning face like you haven't got a clue what he's talking about. And then you closed your eyes before favoring your left side, going back to sleep.

"You –"

"What?" you whined without facing him, annoyed that your sleep was being disturbed.

Sukuna scoffed. You've really done it this time. Nobody dared speak to him that way. "What now? You don't want me anymore? I thought you wanted –"

In one swift movement, he found himself being tackled onto the bed as you turned around and threw yourself against him, immediately finding your spot in the crook of his neck. His two left arms instinctively wrapped around you, keeping you cradled in them as you snuggled closer, planting a kiss under his collarbone as if to appease him before you were falling back asleep.

"You could have just stayed like this –"

"Shh."

Did you just shush him? And as if to punctuate it, you raised your hand, your fingers blindly yet tenderly brushing his lips and staying there.

"Wife, you are aware I have two mouths, aren't you?" he spoke against your fingers, fighting a smile.

You moved your head back to smirk at him as you threw a leg over his abdomen right where his other mouth was, your thigh preventing it from saying anything.

"There. Problem solved."

[yuujispinkhair]

Thinking about jumping into modern!boyfie Sukuna's arms and clinging to him like a koala while he carries you to bed. You mumble something like,

"Mmmh you are so warm, baby."

Snuggling even closer to your boyfriend's tall, muscular body. And Sukuna laughs and teases you playfully,

"What? You're telling me the person who couldn’t wait for fall and winter to finally arrive, is already feeling cold?"

But he says it so affectionately, his low voice full of warmth and amusement, and his strong arms only hold you tighter when he adds,

"I'll keep you warm all night."

And you smile and rest your face against his broad chest, knowing that you will get the best cuddles from your favorite person in the world.

Sukuna places you gently on your bed and you don't even get a chance to complain about the lack of his arms around you before he is already slipping into bed behind you and wraps his warm, strong body around you.

You sigh happily, snuggling into Sukuna's embrace with a sleepy-sounding:

"You're the best, baby."

And you feel Sukuna's smirk against your neck where he trails soft little kisses over your skin,

"I know."

His tattooed arms tighten around your smaller body, holding you safely as Sukuna presses his tall, muscular body against you, making sure his girl is warm and happy. And when he hears your soft snores he can't help but smile and think to himself that you are the best, too.

[all-with-angel]

Sukuna is big. In every sense of the word. He. is. big. Even if he stood beside the beefiest human you could think of, he'd still be bigger.

From first glance, he looks like he'd be made of pure muscle— but that is simply not true. This man loves eating. It's his hobby right beside chaos and destruction. He has a bit of fat on him, not much, but enough for a little squish before your fingers meet firm muscle underneath. Comfortable enough to lay down on, you'd realize after a while.

He was comfy, firm and grounding. He even runs warm, making him perfect for cuddling during cold days. You spoil him every single time, nuzzling into him, asking him nonsensical questions, place kisses anywhere you could reach. <- THAT was spoiling him. Atleast in his eyes, nothing could be better than that. Sukuna would usually just let out a grunt or grumble at your rambles maybe supplying a "Mhm." Or a "No." When he felt particularly chatty.

It wasn't like he wasn't paying attention to you, it's just that if he was your human teddy bear with a built-in heater, you were his human teddy bear as well.

He thought you were the absolute perfect size, felt nice and soft under him. Whenever you'd blabber on about your day, his hands would just wander around, squishing and feeling you up n down. Not even in a sexual way most of the time, he just liked feeling you nice and pliant under him. In his opinion, you spoil him with your mere presence alone.

So, ofcourse, he always throws a fit during the summer months.

Why? Because most days, you refuse to cuddle him. Why? Because of the heat.

Whats to blame? The Sun.

If Sukuna had his way, he'd rip out the sun out of the sky and doom the world to an eternal cold if it meant he'd stay beside you throughout that eternity.

Mans just wants to cuddle. He will never directly ask for it btw, be ready to initiate every cuddle session or deal with a grumpy Sukuna if you don't.

[sadbenedict]

I was in need of something cute right now. They deserve hug.

[4nicolas]

satoru thinks he likes the moments after sex with you more than the actual sex itself.

I mean, don’t get him wrong he absolutely loved when the two of you fucked but there just something about the intimacy of the afterglow.

whether satoru was collapsed on top of you or you were collapsed on top of him it felt great. the warmth of your bodies combined made you feel even better.

the two of you coming down from your highs and simply enjoying one another’s presence was another kind of bliss.

he couldn’t get enough of you, he wanted nothing more than to keep you in bed all day; cuddling or being intimate he didn’t care. as long as it contained both your bodies pressed together.

although you were both sticky and sweaty you still felt incredibly comfortable. laying in your own fluids is gross, yeah, but with satoru none of that mattered.

even when the two of you were intertwined satoru still needed more, he needed his arms around you and his legs tangled with yours. he just needed you as close as possible.

your presence alone made him tremendously happy, having your physical touch was just an added bonus, he feels like the happiest man alive when you give him something as simple as a hug. so obviously cuddling was his favorite pastime.

the two of you breathing heavily, not speaking but all the words you wanted to get out being said. your love and adoration was already communicated through the past moments and laying in a comfortable silence was just the cherry on top.

satoru liked to trace little shapes on your skin, his fingers lulling you into a trance, he tried not to let you fall asleep though, he needed his precious lover to keep him company.

if you did find yourself falling asleep satoru would mumble your name or gently scratch your scalp, though if you were genuinely exhausted he would let you sleep.

when you did end up falling asleep he would try and maneuver the both of you under the covers, the added layer keeping you cozy, and being in satorus arms even more so.

other times satoru would try and coax you into taking a quick shower or bath, especially if you both went a bit rougher. all he wanted was the make you feel safe and comfortable and he would always try his hardest to do so.

sometimes the showers consist of satoru lazily holding you against his or vice versa, simply basking in the warm water and each others bodies. did satoru ever mention he loved being close to you?

he does tell you that, a lot actually. but if he didn’t he most definitely would make up by showing it. sometimes when you two take a bath together he’ll let you lay against him, gently massing your shoulders or arms after a long day.

he’ll give you space treatment if you really wanted, anything for you, just say it and he’ll get it.

one part he didn’t like was having to bother or move you so he could wash the sheets, which leads to him not cleaning them just to keep you comfy.

sometimes he would have you sit in the warm tub while he washed the blankets and took care of everything. he wanted to make sure you came back to a clean and fresh pair of covers.

he gave you royal treatment and he knows what that means because he was treated like a king his whole life. though he definitely did much better than that, he gave you all the love and attention you could need tenfold.

when all was said and done the two of you normally got cuddled up under the freshly washed blankets of your shared (king sized) bed, after having taken a nice hot shower or bath of course.

the two of you would hold each other close the entirety of the night, not letting go for a second, and you better hope you don’t have to pee in the middle of the night because you’re not getting out his grasp.

all in all during intimacy and the aftermath and he would take care of you the best he could. after all your the only person whose ever made him feel this way before. it was weird to care so much about one person, he didn’t know how to feel.

he tries his best and will continue to for as long as you two live (yes live, because you’re not breaking up ever.) satoru will do anything and everything for you because he loves you.

he loves you more than anything in the world and couldn’t imagine life without you, so for the rest of his life he will do everything in his power to appeal to you.

of course you tell him he doesn’t need to do all of that but he insists and who are you to say to the satoru gojo?

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not proof read, im tired and it’s 3am! :P

[emmyrosee]

Could you maybe do smth like cuddling with sukuna

👉👈

Backs facing each other, you gently nudge his legs with your foot, smiling as you’re able to wiggle it between his calves. He traps your foot between his legs, and you giggle when you try to pull it back.

“I’m on insta, fuck off,” he grumbles, but you hear the annoyed smile in his voice.

“I wanna snuggle,” you mewl.

“Yeah, and I want to see how this dude makes this garlic bread.”

You slip your own phone off the nightstand and open your message app, clicking his name and quickly typing.

SENT I want attention, boyfriend 🫶🏻

You hear him snort and blunt nails briefly scratch down the sole of your trapped foot, making you try to tug it back and squeal in surprise. “You want attention?” He begins, letting go of your foot so he’s able to turn on his side and spoon you from behind, body contorting to be straight curled behind you. “Well let me tell you something- I always give you my damn attention. You just can’t live without it.”

You practically purr as he loops his arms around you, tugging you closer and letting his warm hands slip under your hoodie, warm touch on your tummy relaxing you. “You’re right,” you hum. “I just want you all to myself all the time. Not my fault you give in.” He hikes up his voice to offer you a mocking “mi meh mi meh mi”’s. You call him a brat in reply.

“If you won’t let me scroll on my instagram, scroll on yours so I can watch,” he demands.

“I can’t, I follow naked anime men.”

“Im sure you’re joking, but so help me god if you go on Instagram and there’s a naked anime man, I’m blowing up your phone.” You offer him a laugh and slip out your phone to scroll, relishing in the little kiss he plants to your jawline, then adjusting his head to be able to watch your timeline with you.

You can’t help but grin as you feel one of his feet prod to try and get between your legs, mimicking how yours was just moments ago.

[awearywritersworld]

gojo satoru was a stranger to being taken care of. he experienced affection and attention, of course, but someone genuinely looking after him...? that's a privilege the honored one had gone without.

then you appeared.

you came into his life much like a spring breeze— warm and carrying the promise of something sweet. following the winter that presided over satoru's life, you were a welcome change of season.

it's the gentle caresses that lull him to sleep when he'd otherwise lie awake, or the lunches you make for him because you know he skips meals in favor of treats.

and tonight, it's the excited grin that greets him when he finally returns home late in the evening.

"'toruuuu," you sing out, all but jumping into his arms.

he lifts you up with a quiet chuckle, spinning around once before gently setting you back on the ground. "hi, baby."

satoru's eyes are soft as he regards you, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips.

it's the way an astronomer looks at the north star or an archeologist looks at the great pyramids, as if to say— there is no me without you.

"how was your day?" you ask.

he hums, picking you up for one more spin and burying his face in the crook of your neck. "much better now."

© awearywritersworld 2025 all rights reserved

[444sweetmourninglamb]

sweet

˚𝜗𝜚˚notes ➵ nanami x reader, fluff! sfw! sleepy cuddles, fem reader, not proofread!

you and kento had been married for a few years now and his love for you was strong. he had arrived home from work about an hour ago and decided to take a shower, you were patiently waiting for him in bed. he walked into your shared bedroom in nothing but a towel wrapped lazily around his hips, his v-line visible and looking absolutely delicious. his hair was still wet, and water was dripping down his toned chest. he went to his closet, slipping on a pair of boxers.

"how was work?" you asked. kento sat down on the bed, resting his back against the pillows.

"long, tiring, and exhausting." he wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close to his chest before kissing the top of your head. "how was yours?" he asked.

"mmh...boring." you pouted "i missed you." you said softly before nuzzling into his chest, causing him to smile.

"i missed you too, love." he said with a gentle tone, his fingertips sliding up under your shirt to caress the bare skin of your back. "you must be tired too, hm?" he questioned.

"not really, didn't really do much t'day." you murmured.

"nonsense, being that pretty must be exhausting." he said, tickling your side a bit with his other arm, causing you to laugh, which in turn made him chuckle. his hand then rested on the side of your face before planting another kiss on your forehead. "did you eat dinner?" he asked, his thumb caressing your cheek gently.

"mhm" you replied lazily. whenever you were kento, he made you feel so, so sleepy. his scent, his gentle nature, his size. he made you feel safe.

"and did you drink enough water?"

"mmmm...i think so. 's so hard to drink a lot'f water." you pouted.

"i know, baby, but you have to."

"i know, i know." you replied. kento yawned, causing you to look up at him. his heart melted when your pretty eyes met his. how did he get so lucky? so lucky to have an angel such as yourself in his arms, so lucky to have you as his wife. you scooted up closer to his face and kissed his cheek before placing a quick tender kiss on his lips. "i love you." you said softly.

kento smiled, "i love you too." he kissed your forehead again before getting more comfortable in bed. "goodnight angel." he said sleepily.

"g'night ken." you murmured back before nuzzling into his chest again.

[madaqueue]

gn!reader - 18+, MDNI (not quite somno but like…adjacent lmao)

you just look perfect like this - your back arched, ass sitting so tauntingly high in the air, chest rising and falling slowly, steadily, the exact opposite of the beating muscle thrumming so loudly in satoru’s chest he worries it might just burst.

he knew he was late coming home - missions just seem to take longer and longer these days, and a few years ago he surely would’ve just booked a hotel and stayed the night a few hours away.

but now he can’t. not when he has you to come home to.

stubborn, silly you. he told you not to wait up; he knows how you struggle to sleep without him next to you, as though you felt his absence through your dreams. so he knows you haven’t been getting enough rest, but a part of him also knows you, which is why he can’t help the smile that slowly spreads across his face as he quietly closes the front door to your shared home.

and there you are, asleep on your stomach, your phone resting on the couch next to you where it surely fell from your loosened grasp as you slipped into the comfort of unconsciousness.

how did he get so lucky?

the question replays in his mind as he slowly slides off his shoes, softly padding across the room until he’s standing next to you. up close, he can see the way your lips part slightly, a small spot of drool pooling at the corner, the quietest little snores vibrating in your throat.

do you know how perfect you are?

sometimes he wonders - he hopes you know. and if you don’t, he’ll be sure to tell you, everyday until the end of time. until you hear it in your dreams.

and he may be the strongest, but after a week away from you having to prove it, he’s tired of using his strength; right now, he just wants to melt into your softness. he doesn’t want to fight his desires anymore.

his body rests on top of yours easily, blanketing you under his weight. you stir slightly, eyelids fluttering as you adjust to the new sensation before he whispers sweetly into your ear, “it’s okay, it’s just me, love.”

and that seems to calm you right back down, your muscles stilling as a sleepy grin settles across your lips.

so, so perfect.

when you adjust your hips, unknowingly grinding up against him, his breath catches in his throat. how easily you have this effect on him - he was already hard just from seeing you, and now he’s beginning to strain painfully against his uniform pants. he regrets not taking them off, too desperate to feel your warmth, too needy to hold you right this second, but it’s too late now, and he honestly can’t bring himself to get up from where he lays atop you.

long fingers trace along your cheeks, flushed warm in sleep. you let out the softest giggle, more of a sigh than anything, and satoru’s chest swells as his cock twitches. he can’t believe he ever went a week without you, and in this moment, he vows to never do it again (not that he thinks he could - even this brief stint apart had him practically losing his mind, his thoughts wandering to you ever free moment, fucking his fist every night to the thought of you).

when you adjust again, he can’t help let out a low groan at the slight friction, precum beginning to collect in his boxers. he needs you so fucking bad. but he just can’t bring himself to wake you - he knows how tired you must be to have fallen asleep here, after all, it’s the kind thing to do to let you rest, right?

fortunately, just as he internally battles against the needs of his increasingly aching cock, you shift beneath him.

your eyes crack open, catching a flash of white and blue in your blurry vision.

“hi toru,” you whisper, voice heavy with sleep.

“hi, my love,” he hums, pressing a kiss to your temple.

unfortunately, the action only further rubs his length along the curve of your ass, the feeling unmistakeable.

it makes you giggle. “miss me that much, hm?”

surely if your senses were less dulled by exhaustion, you’d see the way he blushes through a cheeky grin. “was it that easy to tell?”

“you’re always easy, baby,” you coo, before resting your eyes once again.

just as he acquiesces to his own defeat, you arch your back up further, slowly circling your hips against him. a smirk tugs across your lips as you steal a glance at him through lidded eyes.

oh, you are so, so perfect.

a/n: literally woke up from a nap thinking abt this ….need to be cuddled rn

[tojihavoc]

Using a safe word

synopsis: You use a safe word with Toji

smut, comfort

You were laying on the bed with Toji laying on top of you as he suddenly thrusts in deeper and deeper. You can't control yourself and keep moaning his name. "I thought you were tired. you're too...rough" you moaned in between sighs barely being able to get the words out of your mouth. Your back arched off the soft mattress as Toji railed you into oblivion and your thoughts became incoherent. Missionary was your favorite.

"Already tired? I thought you liked getting fucked like a slut" he gasped in your ear as he was fucking you in and out. His 9 inches was too big and you couldn't take control yourself. The bed frame banged against the wall every time he particularly thrusted into you rougher and rougher. Before you could control yourself you came all over him as he pulled your hair back and kissed you roughly. His dick was too big and rough inside you and you finally and came. You couldn't take this anymore.

"RED" the word tumbled out of you before you could stoop yourself. Toji immediately pulled out and sat down next to you wrapping you in his strong arms.

"Baby. i'm sorry I didn't mean to take it so far. Did I hurt you?" he asked gently kissing you on the forehead.

"i-i'm sorry. I didn't mean to get so worked up. It just hurt too much it didn't feel good anymore. Can we try slower next time? I don't think I've adjusted to your length yet" you replied looking up at him. He nodded slightly.

"if you feel anything like this again, tell me immediately. I want you to feel safe protected okay? I promise I won't do anything you don't consent to" he voiced.

"Thank you. That means a lot to me" you stated, leaning your head on his shoulder.

"I'm gonna run you a bath and make you some chamomile tea, okay? Does it hurt anywhere" Toji asks.

"Just a bit achy inside. Otherwise I'm fine. Thank you baby" you voiced softly.

"No problem" he replied giving you a peck on the cheek. "We can cuddle for a while then i'll run your bath."

And that's exactly what you two did.

[ink-stainedkiss]

Cat!Gojo who is not shy when showing his affection. It’s very clear that he is comfortable around you, so comfortable to the point he is always hovering just behind you. Getting ready in the morning? Gojo is standing there with his arms around your hips, watching intently as you do your makeup. Making breakfast? Of course he’s rummaging through your refrigerator, tossing items your way for you to cook. Your bedtime routine has just become how long can you do your skincare before Gojo comes in whining and ultimately drags you away.

Cat!Gojo who makes it his mission to always have your attention. If he’s around, you shall do no such thing that doesn’t involve him. “Accidentally” his fluffy tail knocks the book in your hands right onto the floor. Your cup of coffee on the counter somehow gets in his way of his hands and you have to drop everything to save the glass. Though, if you confront him about his annoying behavior, he’ll stare up at you with those blue eyes and you have no choice but to let it go.

Cat!Gojo who lovesss taking naps. No matter where, he can and will be passed out on your furniture. When you come home from work, you open the door to see your furry pet sprawled out on your couch, some of his limbs hanging off. The second he gets a hint of scent in the air, he is perking up and rising from his space. He always has to greet you.

“I’m home,” You call out into your apartment, the area seemingly dead. That is until you hear a vague creaking from your bed and slow steps walking through the hall. There, a tired Gojo meets you, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and trudging over to you. Snickering at his drowsiness, you raise a brow at the hybrid,” Have a good nap?”

He raises his arms, nodding to your question and letting out a long whine as he stretches. Gojo’s tails flicks slowly as he gets closer and by the way his eyes are already fluttering to a close, you can tell what’s going to happen. You open your mouth to tell the feline to wait, but his body is already toppling over yours. A small laugh escapes your mouth and you blindly scoot toward the couch, hoping not to topple over.

Finally you crash onto the couch, grunting as Gojo drops with you,”You’re kinda crushing me here.” But to no avail, he doesn’t move, instead wrapping his arms around you and snuggling closer. You can only giggle in disbelief. Like the night before, your hand finds its way to his messy head of snowy strands. Gojo is already blacked out but you feel his chest rumble in a soft purr.

Cat!Gojo wouldn’t admit it, but is a bit protective of you. It isn’t typical of you to have people over, but on the rare occasion, you found that Gojo wasn’t exactly pleased with one of your friends. He’s often nice with a lot of your company, not having any trouble, but you weren’t sure why he was acting so off.

You invited Kenzo, one of your coworkers, over to have a few drinks. He was usually the person you shit-talked with about any trouble at work and it would be nice to just chat. However, the second you let him into your apartment, giving him a welcoming hug, you felt sharp eyes glaring into your back. Turning, you found none other than Gojo, who looks as grumpy as ever. You were confused since he already had dinner and just a couple of minutes ago he was perfectly fine.

Brushing it off, you went into the kitchen as Kenzo got comfy on your sofa. He smiled at Gojo,”Is he nice?” You hummed as you grabbed a bottle of wine,”Mhm! Just be warned, he may get too comfortable-“ Kenzo reached his hand out toward the hybrid, but an enraged hiss sounded from Gojo and he swatted at his hand. Gasping, you were about to scold the feline, but he was already existing off of the couch and over your way.

You glanced toward your friend, who just sat there facing the tv with a sad expression. The culprit strolled over to the counter, hopping up onto it and watching you intently. Whether he was blatantly ignoring your harsh look or not, you still whispered to him,”What got into you?” He shrugged calmly, clearly seeing no wrong in his actions.

“C’mon, I want to watch that show you’ve been talking about non-stop,” Kenzo called from the living room. You poured the drink into your glass and stared at Gojo, noting how he grimaced at your friend’s voice. For whatever reason, Gojo did not like Kenzo, and it was obvious he wasn’t going to warm up to him. You sighed, catching the hybrid's attention. Reaching up, you held his cheek,” It’ll just be a few hours, then he’ll be gone.”

Slowly caressing his skin, Gojo leaned in, purring softly at your touch,”Promise you will behave yourself?” There was a sliver of hesitation, but Gojo nodded slowly. He didn’t want to agree, but he also didn’t want you to be sad, so he settled with laying in your lap as you spoke to the nuisance of a friend. Whenever Kenzo would speak, Gojo would drown out his voice, only listening when you had something to stay.

[sweetchildcloud]

||MINI ME|| written by me ☆~♡~◇

Plot: Gojo being an affectionate father as he meets his baby for the first time.

Tags-Breast feeding mention,lots of cuddles,fluff,fatherly love,heartwarming,cute overload.

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia

“You’re cuter” Gojo teases, but he is pleased. He likes watching you nurse Hotaru. It’s a special moment, for the both of you and your child. “He’s adorable” Satoru continues, his voice dripping with affection “but his mother… hm, far more gorgeous" Satoru laughs softly and pulls the baby in for a tight squeeze. Then, he lifts his head and stares at him once more, holding him at arm's length. The baby’s eyes are wide and bright, like stars in the sky "You have my eyes, little one. You have my eyes...and that adorable chuckle" He adds, before grinning to himself. It feels good looking at his baby. Good and strange. The whole situation was a bit surreal, in a good way, but... "I think I'm starting to understand what being a dad means"

Hatoru yawned as he wobbled scooting near his father chest and laying his head on his shoulder.

Satoru grins as he feels the weight of his son’s head resting on his shoulder. He gently caress Hotaru’s head as the baby falls asleep, and Satoru’s hand comes down to rub soft circles on his son’s back.

Hatoru yawned and he whimpered softly as he couldn't sleep continuously sifting in his dad embrace.

Satoru looks down at his son, noticing the baby’s tired, watery eyes. Immediately, he feels guilt again, realizing that his son is still adjusting to his new surroundings and hasn’t gotten used to falling asleep by himself yet. With a gentle sigh, he pulls Hotaru close to himself again, his grip tightening around the baby as a way to offer more comfort. “Shh” Satoru whispers quietly as he rocks his son “It’s okay… I’m here. I’m here….”

But that didn't help much as Hotaru whimper continued, his tiny fists clutching to his chest as he whimpers, more maybe he needed his pacifier.

Satoru’s heart twists when he hears the cries continue. He couldn’t stand seeing his son like this, with his tiny fists clutching his cheeks and his big, blue eyes so watery. Without a second thought, he pulls out a pacifier from his pocket and pops it into Hotaru’s mouth. The baby chews on the pacifier with an adorable expression, sucking on it as he does. “Better?” Satoru smiles, letting out a breath of relief.

Satoru stares at his son for a long moment, his breath caught in his throat over how *tiny* the baby is. His tiny fists on Satoru’s chest, his chubby cheeks as they wobble with his yawns, a small smear of drool as he sucks on the pacifier—everything about the little one makes Satoru’s heart swell. The baby looks incredibly adorable right now, and Satoru can’t help but feel a little happy to see the little one so calm.

"Boop" Gojo said soflty as he booped softly Hatoru little bitty nose with the tip of his finger and the baby made a cooing noise curling up his nose.

You sighed looking at the two of them and how cute they were before you let a yawn of your own "Let's go to bed sweetie" you said tiredly at Gojo.

“In a few minutes” Satoru pouted whispering, his gaze still on his son. “Just…” The baby’s sleepy eyes are adorable, and he can’t help but feel affectionate seeing them in this state. “Just let me cherish this moment, please?”

"Oh my god you're so adorable, you're not having a baby fever now are you?" You asked smirking looking at him.

“Maybe a little...” Satoru smiles, not denying it. The entire situation with them becoming parents was a bit overwhelming, but... it was so worth it. He loves it here, with his son in his arms, smiling at him just as he is. “You’re not jealous are you? And “If you mean ‘is seeing my baby like this making me feel all kinds of feels’? Yes” he answers, feeling a bit sheepish “And if it’s not baby fever, then… I don’t even know what to call it. Just watching him sleep makes me smile for some reason”

He paused before adding

“Is that weird?” He asks, still admiring Hotaru’s sleeping form. “I just feel…” A strange feeling of warmth erupted throughout his body. Love, maybe? “I feel content”

"No,not at all,it just means that you love your son and I feel the same" you said caressing softly the baby cheek as he sleeps

The warm sensation spreads through Gojo’s chest as he stares down at his son. Hatoru is so small and innocent that he makes Gojo want to cover him in kisses and hugs. He never imagined being a father would make him feel like this. Love and affection, sure, but this… this is a whole new world of emotions that he’s never experienced before. “It’s a nice feeling” he murmurs. “A very nice feeling”

“We should get to bed now, right?” He asks, still watching his son’s sleeping face, then looking over to you. He doesn’t want to miss this moment, but he also doesn’t want you to exhaust yourself.

"You can bring the baby in our bed so that we can sleep together"

Satoru looks down at Hotaru at your suggestion and his heart flutters. Yes. He wants that. He wants that very, *very* much. The two of you could sleep in bed with the baby together. Hold him close as he sleeps. It would be the most content moment of his life. Satoru swallows, trying to keep himself from smiling like an idiot. “That’s a great idea”

Satoru nods and gets up, taking his son in his arms once more. The baby is *so* light. So delicate. So cute. He chuckles as he follows you up the stairs, and walks into the bedroom. Your bed is large enough for a king, and it doesn’t take you long to climb into bed and pull Hotaru with each of you at either side. “We’re a family” Satoru whispers, his voice nearly breaking. “We’re a family now”

"Are you crying?" You asked giggling softly at your husband antics.

Satoru gives you a sheepish smile. It’s true, he has tears in his eyes. Not tears of sadness, but tears of pure joy. “Am I crying?” he chuckles softly, wiping his eyes. “Maybe just a little. This—” he gestures to their family in bed “—it’s just so beautiful… so precious…” “We created this…” He continues. “Me and you, together, we created this perfect thing” Satoru smiles again, his voice cracking with emotion as he stares down at his son. “There’s nothing better in the world than this”

“You’re a sentimental idiot” you giggled and rolled your eyes amusedly, but you didn't object when Satoru sweeps you up in a warm embrace and pulls you close to hug you. You’re a family now. Hotaru is yours, and together, you are more than you’ve ever been.

Bonus:

Satoru laughs softly, pressing his face against you “I’m a sentimental idiot” He agrees, smiling against your cheek. “But my God, I don’t think there’s anything in the world that can make me so happy right now. You and our baby…” He trails off as he continues to embrace you contented and completely at ease as you both slowly drift off to sleep.

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Me thinking about this:

☆Happy,happy,happy~☆

[brittscafe]

𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞

Pairing: Nanami Kento x fem! reader (I think it can be read as g/n reader, but don't come at me with pitchforks if it isn't)

Summary: A long day after work and all Nanami wants to do is nestle you in his arms.

A/n: Helloooooo! So, I'm back...I think lol. I suddenly lost someone in my life this week, but I'm okay (actually) and here I am writing Nanami fluff to comfort myself and I just miss Nanami yk lol. Anyways, here's to me actually writing consistently :)

Content: SFW.

Ko-Fi Link

As Nanami's hand twists open the door, you perk up your head from the couch. Lifting your eyes up from the book as the door starts to crack open.

The light from the outside starts to seep in, illuminating the wooden floors.

Relief washes over Nanami's body as he pushes the door open and sees you sitting on the couch, book in hand, like always. Suddenly, his slump suddens aren't so slump anymore and he forgets that little twinge in his lower back.

Your lips curl up into a large smile and you stand up from the couch, walking over. Nanami's eyes lock onto the way your hips sway and his lips tug into a tiny grin.

His heart beats a little faster as you reach up and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Hi, welcome home," you mumble out, closing your eyes and letting out a deep breath. Nanami's arms snake around your waist, squeezing you as he lowers his head down, pressing a soft kiss on top of your head.

"Thank you, my dear," his voice is smooth, like honey.

His hands travel down to your lower back to your thighs, grabbing them and lifting you up. Like a routine, you wrap your legs around Nanami's torso, letting out a tiny giggle.

The sound of your giggle makes Nanami feel like he's on the beach, wind rustling through his hair and feeling free and relaxed as ever.

You gently bounce as Nanami slips off his shoes with ease and walks towards the bedroom. The lighting is dimmer as you enter your shared bedroom, bed made and mood lighting on.

Nanami bends over and you release your tight grip. He lets out a grunt through his teeth as you slide off of him and onto the bed as he hovers above you.

A chill runs down your spine as stray pieces of blonde hair hang down on his forehead and his eyes pierce yours. His warm hand on your side, slowly sliding down to your waist. Fingers digging into your flesh as you stare at each other.

You can see the exhaust that he hides so well behind his eyes, but he lets his walls down when he's with you. You raise your hands up and cup his face, thumbs brushing his soft skin.

Nanami hums and lets out a tiny huff of air through his nostrils, smiling warmly. He falls down on the bed beside you, propping himself up a bit higher than you.

You take this opportunity to crawl into his open arms, resting your head on his chest. Nanami's arms wrap around you like a soft, warm blanket that will keep you safe, forever.

Your bodies are pressed together as much as humanly possible as your bodies release all tension held from the day. You snake your arm over his side and throw your leg over his.

"You know I love you, right?" Nanami's voice is soft. You glance up at him and your heart melts at the sight of pure love in his eyes and nothing else.

"I know, Nanami," you whisper back, lifting up your hand. Nanami mirrors your action and you slowly bring your hand closer to his. Your palms melt together, fingers intertwining and becoming one.

[snail-day]

Thinking about mornings with yan! Shoko x reader x yan! Utahime

TW: Yandere Behaviors, emotional manipulation from utahime.

You’re not sure who’s holding you until your cheek registers the warmth beneath it, smooth skin and the soft beat of a steady heart. Then there’s the smell of antiseptic on clean sheets, the faint press of a cigarette-scented kiss against your forehead.

Shoko.

Most of the time, she sleeps on her back, an arm wrapped firmly around your waist like a weight, keeping you close. Her skin is cool, the kind that drinks in your warmth. You shift slightly, and her hold tightens. Barely awake, she hums, voice raspy and full of sleep.

“Mm-mm. Where do you think you’re going?”

Your lips part to answer, but you don’t get the chance. She tugs you back in until your face is buried against the soft curve of her chest, one hand stroking lazily through your hair. Her other palm spreads across your back. Possessive. Loving in a way as her fingertips glide across your skin.

“I’m on call this morning,” she murmurs into your hair, a soft peck. “Didn’t want to wake you, but I hate going in without you.”

You blink blearily against her skin. “I thought you said I could sleep in today…”

A low chuckle. “You can. In my office. On the cot. Where I can check on you between patients.” Her thumb rubs a slow, dizzying circle against your spine. “Can’t concentrate without you close, Dove. Stresses me out. Makes me smoke more, you understand right?”

When you try to protest, she kisses your hair again, soft and final.

“No baby, you can’t leave my side. You know that.”

On the mornings Utahime has you in her clutches, it’s different, but just as smothering. With her in bed, it's much warmer, messier, ruffled floral sheets and tangled limbs. You wake to her breath on your neck, slender arms wrapped tight around your middle, her body pressed flush against your back. You try to shift and feel the grip tighten.

“No,” she whines softly, voice thick with sleep. “Stay.”

You’re groggy and barely able to function, but she’s already coaxing you back into the crook of her body, cupping your chest with one hand and pressing a sleepy kiss to your shoulder. Her voice, though sweet, holds an edge of warning - don’t even try to leave me yet.

“You’re so warm,” she whispers, nuzzling close. “I can feel your heartbeat. Don’t you want me to know you’re safe?”

A pause.

“…Don’t you want to make sure I’m okay?”

You give in. You have to pick your battles with this one.

Eventually, she coaxes you out of bed and into a warm bath. She sits behind you, running sudsy, soft hands across your chest and up your arms, pressing gentle kisses to the back of your shoulder. “We have to match today,” she murmurs as she helps you dry off, already laying out coordinated outfits. Something traditional, as always. “You’re my precious girl. Everyone needs to know that.”

And when you ask what you’ll be doing with her that day, she smiles.

“Oh, nothing much,” she says lightly. “Just sitting with me in class, looking cute. That’s your whole job, baby.”

She cups your face in both hands, chestnut eyes soft, voice quieter - deadly sweet.

“And you won’t talk to anyone, right? You won’t even look at them unless I say it’s okay?”

You nod. Slowly. Sleepily.

Her lips press against yours. Lingering. Savoring. As if she could drink you whole.

“Good girl.”

[sleepygetou]

he's so 🥺🙁😭

[midnightry]

Sukuna the big softy.

Synopsis: After a random deal, Sukuna is around you more and more. However his usual abrasive personality softens in your presence…THE KING OF CURSES IS A SOFTY?!?

CW: fluff, cuddling, softy Sukuna, usage of nicknames.

Word count: 454

The King of Curses is a creature of chaos, infamous for his power-hungry wrath. He's intense, unpredictable... but when he's with you, all of that seems to fade. Sukuna softens in your presence, though he’d never admit it aloud (because, let's be real, he’s a big baby).

You first crossed paths on a mission, and somehow, you ended up making a deal with him. Now, he’s around more than you’d like. Or... is he?

As time passes, you begin to notice how comfortable he’s become around you. The once loud and abrasive Sukuna—always driven by his desire for power—has shown a quieter, more vulnerable side. It’s subtle, but it speaks volumes.

After a long day, you finally arrive at your apartment, ready to indulge in the luxury of your soft sheets and cheesy romantic dramas. The deadlines are behind you, and tonight promises to be perfect. You unlock the door and let out a contented sigh. The familiar scent of pine and fresh laundry fills the air—far more comforting than the office or battling curses. You set your keys down and shed your heavy winter coat, cheeks flushed from the cold.

"And the mortal returns," a deep, hypnotic voice calls out. You glance up to see Sukuna lounging on your couch, feet propped up as if he owns the place.

"Sukuna... why are you here?" you ask, your tone a mix of curiosity and annoyance. "I don’t remember inviting you over."

"I can do as I please," he replies, his eyes scanning your form. It's not a lustful gaze but one that says, I missed you, I'm glad you're home. For a moment, he looks like a contented kitty—and oddly, it’s kind of endearing.

Ignoring your racing thoughts, you kick off your shoes and slump down onto the couch, sinking into the plush cushions with a long, drawn-out sigh.

“There goes my perfect night alone,” you grumble, though a part of you is teasing. “Seriously, why are you even here?”

"I'm here because I want to be. What else do you expect me to say to you, woman?" His words are sharp, but his tone is unusually calm—almost soothing. There's a certain softness in his baritone voice that you’ve never noticed before.

You can't help but smirk. "Aww, did you miss me, kitty?" you tease, reaching out to gently touch his spiky pink hair. You expect him to snap, but instead, he looks at you for a brief moment before practically pouncing on you. With a contented sigh, his face burrows into the crook of your neck, his body relaxing against yours.

“Shut up and let me live,” he mutters, his voice muffled.

Maybe, just maybe, having him around isn't so bad after all.

………………………….

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-R