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non-federal holidays meant nothing to nanami kento.

most of them just conveniently landed on weekends anyway—he didn’t even get the luxury of a day off. but this one was proving harder to ignore.

especially when you may or may not have accidentally hyped it up to your daughter.

"happy birthday, papa!" she beamed, patting nanami’s thigh with tiny, enthusiastic hands. her face practically glowed with excitement.

you let out a soft, guilty laugh as nanami glanced over at you, half amused, half bewildered.

still, nanami said nothing, just crouched down to put on his shoes—he’d been called in to work again, "holiday" or not. and, despite the impending schedule, he scooped her up with practiced ease, holding her close.

your daughter’s words tumbled out in excited chaos. she clung to him with all the joy in the world, her little fingers finding his sleeves, his shoulders, and finally cupping his cheeks like she was holding the most precious thing on earth.

"papa's day means we have big cake!" she declared. "and we go get your gift and—"

nanami blinked, startled. it clicked.

you did tell her earlier, “it’s papa’s day today,” hoping to gently introduce her to the idea of father’s day. apparently, that translated to: birthday.

his heart cracked a little as he realized the misunderstanding. he softened his voice. “sweetheart… i’m so sorry. it’s not papa’s birthday.”

she stopped mid-sentence, her brows pulling together, trying to process his words.

you stepped in, brushing her hair back softly as you rubbed her back. “it’s father’s day, baby,” you whispered in her ear. “you tell papa thank you for being your papa.”

a moment passed. then her expression lit up with understanding. she turned, wrapped her little arms tightly around nanami’s neck, and whispered, “thank you for being the best papa in the world.”

she nestled into his shoulder, holding him like she never wanted to let go.

“i’m sorry it’s not your birthday, papa,” she mumbled into his collar. “maybe next time?”

nanami’s chest shook with quiet laughter as he held her tighter, his eyes meeting yours over her shoulder. they softened.

he reached out one arm toward you, the unspoken invitation impossible to resist.

you stepped into it, the three of you fitting together like a habit.

and in that moment, nanami decided—maybe this was a holiday worth staying for.

after all, who was he to say no to being celebrated by the two people he loved most?

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then i did hiromi higuruma and got shadowbanned on tiktok for it!

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IM SO FUVKING EASY 💔💔💔

hey bbygirl wacha goin tonight 😜😜😜

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sukuna breastfeeding gojo on the tl and my phone refreshed so now everyone thinks i’m a liar

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so freaked out rn

₍ ˃ᯅ˂) omg nanami

( ꪊꪻ⊂) I can't stop

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oh to be a tiger on sukuna's lap ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

@baepsays made me do it → sukuna as a cat dad except he is a wildlife (assistant) photographer. lots of crack, implied f. reader

it starts with a text from your cousin, a simple “is this not your man???” followed by a blurry thumbnail of a video with the headline “wildlife photographer tackled by tiger cubs in hilarious viral moment!” 

and you think, no. surely not. there’s no way your boyfriend got himself tackled by wild animals again. surely, the kitten incident taught him something about boundaries and self-preservation.

but oh no. oh no.

you click the video and there he is—in all his gloriously inked, painfully confident, tragically overcommitted glory—wearing a khaki vest like he’s been doing this for years, crouched in tall grass with a camera dangling completely unused from his neck, while two tiger cubs absolutely barrel into him with the force of furry freight trains.

“nope—nope, we’re not—oh, that’s a tooth—HEY,” he shouts as one of them latches onto his thigh like it’s found its new chew toy-slash-perch. he’s trying to sound authoritative, but it’s hard to pull off when you're being gnawed on by what is essentially a 40-pound meatball with murder mittens.

some poor assistant off-camera is yelling, “don’t move! they think you’re part of the pride now!” and sukuna just sighs, eyes glazed with the quiet understanding that he, once again, did not think this through.

“i said i wanted to get closer to nature,” he mutters to himself while stiffly trying to stand, tiger cub still attached to his leg like a sentient gym sock. “i didn’t mean emotionally bonded. this is not what i meant.”

and then. then.

like a scene straight out of a national geographic fever dream, mama tiger herself pads into frame. massive. majestic.

judgmental.

you hold your breath. sukuna doesn’t. sukuna points at her.

“look, ma’am,” he says—like he didn’t just refer to a 300-kilo apex predator as ma’am, “your kids? they’re wonderful. they’re enthusiastic. but they’re also menaces. i get it. i respect it. but maybe we enforce some boundaries? maybe a little claw control? huh?”

and the tiger... grunts. it’s not aggressive. it’s not a roar. it’s a low, deep huff that sounds weirdly like acknowledgement. like she’s saying, you know what? fair point. motherhood’s a scam and they’re out of pocket.

the camera zooms in just as sukuna, now on his knees, stares her dead in the face and goes, “you ever just wanna run away and eat a deer in peace?”

it cuts to black after that, but not before another cub flops directly onto his back and starts batting his shoelace like it’s a dangling cat toy.

you stare at your screen for a full minute. then another.

and then you send him a message:

“i swear to god if you bring a tiger home i’m making you sleep in the tub with it.”

he replies ten minutes later with a photo of a cub napping on his lap and the caption:

“she says she loves me. i can’t just abandon her now.”

you are going to fight him. and the tigers. maybe the tiger mama will help. she seems reasonable.

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I want to get Nanami pregnant ):

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sweet tooth vampire!gojo x f!reader

Thump.

"Shit, I, uh, gotta call you back," Gojo groaned, rubbing the corner of his eyes, flicking on his hazards despite the almost-entirely empty street. Just his fucking luck. He could blame it on the car in front of him braking too fast, but he really hadn't been paying any attention, too hungry to focus on the road. A tie was hanging loose around his neck, dressed for some black tie event he ended up ditching halfway through, too many dirty old bastards there whose blood he'd rather die than drink.

"What now?" His best friend wryly commented, irritation bleeding through at being interrupted in the middle of his story about some girl he just met.

"I might've rear-ended someone," He admitted with a sheepish shrug, as if he'd somehow be able to tell from the other end of the line.

"Seriously?" He sighed.

"Oops?"

"Just don't do anything stupid," Suguru insisted.

Like he was six instead of - shit, how old was he now?

Either way, he wasn't a child. Okay, well, maybe sometimes he acted like one. But a tiny bit of faith would be appreciated.

The bright blinks of the one still-working taillight of the lone car in front of them hurt his eyes, cutting through the dark as the car turned into a deserted parking lot, hastily stopping. He muttered a few vague assurances before the line went dead, distracted as he pulled into a nearby spot.

He stepped out first, shoving his phone in his pocket along with his keys while he walked around to check out the damage to his own car. A black scuff on the white paint, a small dent, nothing dangling or seriously damaged. The ignition of the other car switched off, a car door swinging open in the corner of his vision.

"Is it bad?"

It only took a single look - a single whiff - and he knew he was going to do something monumentally, astronomically stupid.

Your outline bent over, the curve of your ass in a tight dress sticking out while you dug through your stuff for your insurance information, probably. Maybe you were out on a date, or at some club.

The idea of someone letting you go home alone was a little absurd though.

"Terrible," He lied, unable to catch his Cheshire grin before it curled up on his lips. Glancing over his shoulder and already conjuring up some dramatic complaint when-

Now that just wasn't fair.

Your face was even sweeter than you smelled, pretty eyes peering up at him, lashes fluttering as you bit your lip in concern, drawing a tiny drop of blood.

And he was simply starving.

"Really?" You frowned, brows furrowed together as you sucked on the broken skin, and he was pretty sure he was hard already, his pants straining to contain his cock, throbbing every few seconds at each flicker of your face.

"Nah," He chuckled, stepping closer and swinging his keyring around his finger, eyes drifting across your body. "Just a few scuffs."

"Oh." Your breath hitched, and he could hear your heart beat quicken when you swallowed hard when he stopped barely a foot away from you.

"Broke your taillight though," He sighed, pushing out his lip like he was so apologetic. "Sorry, beautiful."

Your face flushed, color rising to your cheeks. Full of the life he lacked. Would you cry if his teeth sank into your throat? What would your tears taste like?

"D-do you have your insurance information?" You stammered, and shit, Gojo would die all over again just to hear you stutter his name next.

"Not on me, sweets," He murmured, pulling his wallet out of his pocket instead, not even counting the bills before forking over a handful of them. "Think this will cover it?"

He could barely hide the hunger in his stare when your own flickered from his intense eyes down to the cash then back up, catching a second too long on his lips.

"That's too much," You mumbled, like he couldn't see how much you were itching to take it.

"Just consider the extra an apology for me inconveniencing you," He purred, using it as another excuse to get closer to you, invading your personal space just to plop the money in your hand, his cold one clapping on top of yours.

And fuck, touching you made it ten times worse, the temptation to drag you into his backseat and tear into you was biting and scratching its way into every thought.

"Seriously?" You frowned, not foggy-eyed or falling for him the way humans typically did when he tried to work his charms. No, your flustered state had turned almost suspicious.

Studying his pale face and extra-pointy canines, how much of his pupils swallowed the brilliant blue of his eyes, the sharpness of features, like carved stone instead of soft flesh.

"There's just one condition," He tried to backtrack, come up with some excuse to distract you.

"What?" You scrunched your nose up, probably still trying to figure him out, sort him into some box in your brain to make this all make sense.

"A date," He cheekily grinned, leaning down so his nose nuzzled against yours.

"With you?" You blinked, not quite believing him.

"See anyone else around here?" Gojo teased.

You laughed, soft and low and little sardonic. Sucking on that sore spot on your lips before giving him a cute shrug before answering, "Good point."

"Is that a yes?" He impatiently goaded.

God, he wanted you now, but a five star special was something to savor, not a midnight meal scrounged up in some parking lot.

"Depends on if you wanna date me or fuck me," You bluntly said, no shy stammer to be found now.

"What about both?" He proposed. Then you glanced back down to his lips, and he knew he had you.

But he didn't expect you to grab him by his tie and drag him into the backseat of your car, cash and purse tossed up front, his suit jacket discarded on the floor and your hands softly cupping his face to kiss him.

The faint taste of blood still lingering on your lips made him moan into your open mouth, need searing through him and piercing his heart to demand for more. You were richer than any dessert, finer than any dish he had before, warm and wonderful and full of something he wasn't sure how to name, addicting in a way he'd never known.

You didn't notice. Just kissed him harder, held him closer, fast fingers unbuttoning his shirt so you could run your palms over his sculpted chest.

He tried to guide your hand down before you noticed his heart didn't beat, although he was sure if it could, it'd be pounding by now with you laying so pretty underneath him, tasting so fucking fantastic on his tongue.

"Wanna taste you," Gojo whined out loud, not even fully meaning too, fangs sharpening inside his mouth as he sat up, starting to hike your dress up your thighs, revealing a pretty set of lacy blue panties.

How fitting. His favorite color.

Long fingers siding up your smooth skin to toy with the thin fabric, about to slip underneath it when he felt it. The sharp prick of wood pressed against his chest.

He froze, eyes slowly glancing up to find your lips pushed together in a mocking pout, a wooden stake in your hand, probably something you had hidden beneath the seat.

You tricked him. Tracing the shape of a heart over his own, etching a searing line into his skin while you sighed softly, as if he was something pretty to pity.

"Guess that means no date then, huh?" He chuckled, and you laughed for real this time.

Gojo hated how hot he still found the sound. How irresistible you looked trying to act intimidating with your fingers wrapped around that stake instead of his cock. Biting your lip on purpose this time just to taunt him with the blood.

"Sorry, beautiful."

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and i’m #right in the middle 😛

Thanks for the request.

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I BE IN ITTTT IN TI IT IN IT IN IT IN IT IN IT

Every hole, w/ or w/o lube, all day, all night, over, sideways, and under.

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yep, i just licked my screen!

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need his milk in a latte :3

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need nanami’s cock buried so deep inside me he’s practically stuck inside me forever 🙇‍♀️

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yk, with all the cute pics i saw on here i rlly thought lady k was gonna be something sweet

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Just a teacher leading his students to be the new generation of sorcerers ✨

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omg what’s happening 💁🏾‍♀️ oh noooo 🧎🏾‍♀️ someone helppp 🐈‍⬛ meow :/

You're a cat... That's about it.

Next ->

"Meow."

"You again."

Sukuna tsked, glaring at you from his spot at the engawa. One hand holding a scroll, another a skewer of meat prepared by Uraume.

Your nose twitched and you rolled to your back, looking at him cutely.

"What's this? Learned a new trick?"

"Mraow." Your meow mixing with your purr as you rolled around on the ground before looking back at him. Your tail swishing back and forth.

The King of Curses looked amused. "Hmph, fine. Since you're so hell bent on trying to amuse me, here." He tossed a piece of meat at you.

He laughed at how you scrambled to your feet to catch the piece. "Pathetic."

And then he went back to reading his scroll.

Few minutes later, Sukuna felt a tiny weight on his lap.

He raised his eyebrow as you settled yourself on his lap, tucking your paws and legs in. You looked up at him.

"Mraow!!" You said, purring loudly.

And then you started grooming yourself as if you weren't on the lap of the most dangerous man in existence.

Sukuna laughed before grinning. "Oh, what a bold, little thing you are."

He lifted his lower hand and scratched behind your ear, you leaned into his touch. "If you were a human, you wouldn't even dare to breathe in front of me."

"Mrrpp..." You curled into a ball and closed your eyes, ready to go to sleep. He clicked his tongue and frowned.

"Hey, who gave you permission to fall asleep?"

But you didn't budge, snuggling deeper into his lap. Your breathing evening out.

Sukuna stared at you, his expression neutral before he let out a "Hmph" and went back to reading his scroll. His large hand still absentmindedly scratching your ear.

A few hours later, Uraume came by.

"Master Su—" They paused, completely caught off guard by you sprawled on his lap before they quickly composed themselves.

"Master Sukuna, dinner is ready."

"Mm."

Sukuna was about to get up then remembered you, the little inconvenience. He frowned at you for a good whole minute. But then he looked up in thought, scratching the back of his neck. And then finally he looked at Uraume.

"Uraume."

"Yes, Master Sukuna?"

"Just bring my dinner here."

"... As you wish."

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