#hyper drabbles

[tobiosbbyghorl]

HYPER & CHILL | psh

act 34: baby fever

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It started off simple enough.

Your older cousin needed someone to watch her one-year-old son, Jiho, for the weekend. Since you were on midterm break with no major plans, you agreed without hesitation. Even though you told her you didn’t need the money, she insisted on paying you as a thank you—and in the end, you let her.

The moment you told Sunghoon about it, he was immediately invested.

“Wait, so we’re babysitting? Together?”

“I was going to do it alone,” you said hesitantly. “But if you want to help—”

“Obviously,” he cut in with a grin. “I’d be the best babysitter ever.”

You snorted, knowing full well he had zero experience with babies. “We’ll see about that.”

When your cousin dropped off Jiho, Sunghoon was practically buzzing with excitement.

He crouched down in front of the baby, who was sitting on the floor with his chubby legs spread out, staring up at Sunghoon with big, curious eyes.

“Hey there, little guy,” Sunghoon cooed, extending his hand. “I’m your uncle Hoon.”

You raised a brow. “Uncle?”

“What? It makes me sound mature,” he said with a smirk.

Jiho stared at him for a few seconds before grabbing Sunghoon’s extended hand—only to immediately shove his fingers into his mouth.

Sunghoon froze. “Oh—oh no.”

You burst into laughter. “Welcome to babysitting.”

Jiho giggled at Sunghoon’s reaction, then crawled into his lap, snuggling against him like they had known each other forever.

Sunghoon’s entire face softened instantly. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah, yeah, they’re cute,” you teased, ruffling his hair. “Now help me change his diaper.”

His face fell. “Wait, what?”

You had assumed Jiho would sleep peacefully in the crib your cousin provided.

You were wrong.

At around 2 AM, soft whimpers turned into loud wails, jolting both you and Sunghoon awake. Before you could even get up, Sunghoon was already scrambling out of bed, rushing to the crib.

“Shhh, it’s okay, buddy. What’s wrong?” Sunghoon whispered, rocking the baby gently.

You sat up groggily. “Maybe he just wants to sleep with us.”

Sunghoon gasped softly. “Then he can sleep with us.”

And just like that, Jiho ended up in bed between the two of you.

The baby curled up against Sunghoon’s chest, letting out a tiny sigh of contentment. Every time Sunghoon so much as moved, Jiho clutched onto his shirt like a little koala.

Sunghoon, completely and utterly smitten, whispered, “He’s so small.”

You yawned, amused. “You said that like a hundred times today.”

“But he is small,” he repeated, brushing his fingers over Jiho’s soft curls. “And warm. And smells nice.”

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Just go to sleep, Lolove.”

Sunghoon let out a content sigh, resting his cheek against Jiho’s head. “I think I’m his favorite.”

You chuckled, closing your eyes. “Good night, Uncle Hoon.”

The next morning, Sunghoon woke up before you did. You were barely awake when you heard him whispering excitedly, “Jiho-yah, should we wake up Auntie Y/nie?”

You groaned. “Lolove, if you drop the baby on me—”

“He wants to wake you up,” Sunghoon said innocently, plopping Jiho onto your stomach.

Jiho let out a happy squeal, his tiny hands slapping your face.

You groaned dramatically. “Okay, okay, I’m up.”

Sunghoon laughed. “He loves you.”

After breakfast, you both decided to take Jiho out for a walk in the park. The little guy was all bundled up in a soft onesie, sitting in his stroller while Sunghoon pushed him.

Everything was going well—until an elderly couple stopped next to you.

“Oh, what a lovely young family,” the old woman cooed.

You blinked. “Oh—”

“How old is he?” the old man asked Sunghoon.

Sunghoon, who definitely wasn’t about to correct them, answered, “One year old.”

The old woman gasped. “He looks just like his father.”

Sunghoon beamed. “Doesn’t he?”

You turned to him slowly. “Hoon—”

The old woman turned to you. “You must be such a loving mother.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “Ah, actually—”

“She’s amazing,” Sunghoon cut in, smiling sweetly at you. “Best mom and best wife.”

Your jaw dropped.

The old couple melted. “Oh, young love is so precious,” the woman sighed dreamily.

You gave Sunghoon a look, but he only smirked, completely unbothered.

After the couple walked away, you whispered, “Lolove. What the hell?”

He grinned. “What? You’re the love of my life, and I am Jiho’s favorite.”

You groaned. “You let them think we’re married!”

“And?” he teased, leaning closer. “Didn’t it sound nice?”

Your face heated. “You’re insufferable.”

Sunghoon just smirked, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from your face. “You love it.”

That night, after Jiho was picked up, Sunghoon flopped onto the couch dramatically. “I miss him already.”

You laughed. “Hoon, he just left.”

“Yeah, and now the apartment feels empty,” he whined, pulling you onto his lap. “Wouldn’t it be nice if we had a little Jiho running around all the time?”

You paused, narrowing your eyes. “…Lolove. Do you have baby fever?”

His ears turned bright pink.

“…Maybe.”

You smirked. “Be honest.”

He groaned, burying his face into your shoulder. “Okay, yes. But can you blame me? He was so tiny and soft and smelled so good, and he said my name!”

You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. “So what, you want one now?”

“Not now,” he muttered. “But one day. And he’ll call me ‘Dada’ first before anything else.”

“We’ll see about that,” you teased, pecking his lips. “But until then, maybe we should just babysit once in a while?”

He grinned, tightening his arms around you. “Deal. But next time, I’m teaching him to say ‘Uncle Hoon.’”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”

Sunghoon only smirked. “And you love it.”

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[feinv]

jealous/possessive low honor!arthur morgan x hyperfem reader... he's so hot sorry,,, arthur doesn't like other men having their eyes on u or something??

-🎀

low honor!arthur morgan who is mean to everyone but you. that right there. that’s how i die. — arthur morgan masterlist.

ᯓ it’s very grumpy x sunshine undertones you two got. he is this mean, rude, six foot tall outlaw who is literally wanted for murder and people advise not to get close to him when spotted outside. and you are his sweet little thing, kindest and purest soul, always so full of love. and you got him swooning after you. <3

ᯓ the thing is. he loves showing you off. he wants everyone to see how mesmerizing you are. and that you chose him. but he wants them to see that from afar. anyone flirts with you at the bar or even tries to start up a flirty conversation would just be signing themselves for a trip to afterlife.

ᯓ it’s not unusual for prying eyes to find you two, a rather odd couple. a broody looking man dressed in dark with an angelic sweet lady hanging by his arm. so he doesn’t mind when people stop their doings to stare. but once that stare turns into lust and you got men checking you out, it’s a disaster.

ᯓ he knows that in contrary to him you hate when he gets into fights, so he will always try to keep his calm with you, shooting silent but deadly daggers with his eyes at others.

ᯓ absolutely smiles at you while you rumble his ears off when the two of you are in a saloon just conversing over drinks. but that smile is reserved for you only. you are not sure others even know he can physically form a smile.

ᯓ would absolutely beat someone who dared to throw a perverted comment at your direction to an unconscious state before finding your trembling body at the corner and coming to hold you with one hand on your waist, the other caressing your cheek, his bloody fingers leaving stains on your pretty pink dress. :(

“y’know i would never hurt ya, sweetheart. but those bastards need to know you’re mine,” kissing you softly before it progresses into a hungry make out session.

[doodlesdreaming]

“This concert was definitely worth sneaking into!”

Dance with the Dead AU- @zoanluen

[miaubaunilha]

kissing is seen as an act of worship to me, as a way to leave the reverent touch of lips to something divine, a quiet prayer whispered in the language of the skin. it's bowing to the altar of someone’s existence, saying 'i see you, i adore you, i believe in you' it’s not just affection, it’s devotion.

[antihibikase2]

“You know, big bro,”

Rouge leads the way, while Big Guy slithers around the walls, providing light wherever it goes.

“If this place gives you the creeps, you don’t have to come with me.”

Cheren rolls his eyes.

A year ago, yes, he would have been rattled to his core, fearing for his life and his heart if he were to find himself stepping foot into the castle that decided his fate.

But, a year later, after several encounters with ghosts- both metaphorical and literal,

“The only thing that scares me is the thought of this castle collapsing on us. Honestly, he was such a brute.”

Whether he was referring to Ghetsis or Hilbert, their respective dragons, Nate didn’t know.

Regardless, he shrugged.

“The league said something about having to eventually deal with the remains of this castle, didn’t they? Might as well rip the bandaid off now instead of letting it linger for too long.”

“Wha-?! Getting rid of this cool castle?! But, big bro, it could be a great site for tourists!”

Cheren glares at him.

“O-Or an amusement park?”

“Nathaniel.”

“Um, atrocities aside, of course-”

“Oh, Nate,”

He pulls on one of his sleeves, exposing his hand- one of the marks left by the legendary dragons rests on his palm, almost like stigmata.

He places his palm on the cold surface.

“Bianca told me something she learned about buildings- no matter what era they were made, or the materials used to build them,”

He could almost feel a pulse coming from behind the walls.

“They have eyes and ears- what happens here stays here. Plasma may be gone, but this had been their home- and for many,”

He bites his lip.

“This shall be their final resting place.”

He says it solemnly, paying his respects to those who have dedicated their lives to the construction of the castle, people and Pokemon alike- those that may have perished before its completion, those that perished as a result of accidents that no doubt happened during its construction.

But to Nate, Unovan league champion and hero of ideals,

Who was probably taught Hoennian tales and superstition

His face turns pale, the hairs on his skin standing up.

“Big bro! That’s scary! Ugh, you talk like mom sometimes!”

Cheren removes his palm from the wall, scoffing.

“Please. You act like you’ve never met a ghost before.”

[voidcat]

Honk shoo mimimimi I get so sleepy when it’s not even like 10 pm

Sorry guys I thought I’d get some writing done during this trip but im not even doing any reading done T-T

[arcxnumvitae]

Part 9

The sounds of clashing blades rang throughout the forest. By some silent, mutual understanding the dual consisted of only their blades. A dual to the death between two of Seelie's children with no use of the gifts granted by the land itself.

He fought through the pain radiating from his abdomen the best he could. Though his healing was accelerated when in Seelie, the wound left by Iain's attack had still aggravated at just about every point during the journey thereafter. He didn't need to look to see that fresh silver was staining his shirt, but there was little to be done about it when the chances of any possible rest was far in the future. Or very near if Tara had her way.

His sister attacked with a ferocity he'd never seen. While still controlled, her movements were full of a rage he'd never witnessed in his younger sister before. While his time with the Bastion usually would have granted him the edge over her in actual combat, his exhaustion, the wound, his mother, all of it weighed heavily on him. A few swipes of her blade trailed far closer than they should have.

And him? Could he bring himself to truly kill her? ...Either way, it seemed he would have little choice in the matter. Only one of them would be leaving this clearing alive, and he would do what he could for this damned land. And for Shilo.

The still-pouring rain made it difficult to concentrate as water streamed into his eyes. Not a single word had been exchanged between the both of them since the blows began, for what more could be said? Tara's sword flashed, and Camhlaidh hissed as a new cut appeared on his arm, silver blood mixing with rivulets of rainwater. Tara swung again, and he parried the blow, but what should have been a solid hit instead harmlessly swung to the side into empty air. A miss Tara seemed to notice and grow all the more enraged by. Her assault doubled in energy whereas his waned. He needed to end things soon or else--

Camlaidh's heart lurched as the ground beneath their feet, now a trampled mixture of grass and muddled due to their footsteps, gave way, and Camhlaidh's foot slipped in a patch of mud. The exhaustion caused the king of Seelie to fall to the muddy ground in a graceless heap, arms thrown upwards at the sight of Tara's sword glinting in the air to protect himself from whatever killing blow was no doubt coming.

Yet instead, no blow arrived. Camhlaidh slowly lowered his arms to find his sister standing above him, her sword poised downwards ready to strike true. All it would take was one final stab, and yet instead, his sister stared down at him, tears welling in her eyes and her face the picture of open, genuine hurt.

"How could you say that? How could you blame me for that? She was my mother too!"

"..."

"I remember her smile, her laughter, the feeling of her arms around me. When she died, I was hurting just as much as you and father were! I reached for you, but you were not there! You, the both of you, were so wrapped up in your own individual grief as if each of you were the only ones who loved her." Tara's sword fell to the mud beside him, and his sister sank to her knees beside him as sobbing cries wracked her body. "I wanted my older brother for comfort, I needed him, but you were not there-- you were never there! Never! But no matter what vitriol you spew, you will not diminish what memories I have of our mother!"

"Tara..."

[endercasts]

big hater of when a half done fic of mine gets its concept nuked by a canon development

[tobiosbbyghorl]

hyper&chill- sunghoon/reader gets hurt? or sunghoon always giving reader the first bite of his food

Hyper & Chill | psh

act 13: Falling For Him ( Literally)

You just wanted to surprise him.

That’s all.

Sunghoon was practically born with skates on his feet, effortlessly gliding across the ice like it was second nature. Meanwhile, you… let’s just say that the last time you attempted skating, you left with bruises in places you didn’t even know could bruise.

So, you figured—why not practice?

Why not secretly train and then shock him with your newfound skills?

It was a foolproof plan.

Until you wiped out so badly that you ended up in the hospital.

Sunghoon was in the middle of an evening workout when his phone rang.

An unknown number.

He almost didn’t pick up—he hated answering calls from random numbers.

But something in his gut told him to.

And thank God he did.

"Hello?"

"Is this Park Sunghoon?"

"Yeah?"

"This is the emergency department at Hanyang University Hospital. We have L/N Y/N here—"

Sunghoon swore his heart stopped.

"What?!" He shot up from the bench press, suddenly unable to breathe. "What happened? Is she okay?!"

"She took a bad fall while ice skating and has a sprained ankle. We’re contacting you because she listed you as her emergency contact."

Sunghoon’s world tilted.

Emergency contact?

You put him down as your emergency contact?

He didn’t even let himself dwell on it because the next second, he was grabbing his keys and running out the door.

Sunghoon practically stormed into the hospital, chest heaving as he rushed to the front desk.

"Y/N L/N. Where is she?" His voice was sharp, urgent.

The nurse blinked at his intensity but quickly pointed down the hall. "Room 312."

Sunghoon all but sprinted there.

The moment he stepped inside, his eyes immediately found you—sitting on the hospital bed, foot wrapped in a bandage, looking… far too calm for someone who just sent him into cardiac arrest.

You brightened when you saw him. "Hoonie! You came—"

"Are you insane?!"

You blinked. "Uh… what?"

Sunghoon looked deranged. His hair was messy, his breathing was uneven, and his expression was a mix of fury, worry, and something else you couldn’t quite name.

"You—why would you go ice skating alone?! Do you have a death wish?!"

You winced. "I wasn’t alone, there were other people—"

"Not the right people!" He ran a hand through his hair, trying (and failing) to calm himself down. "God, Y/N, what were you thinking?!"

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling very, very small. "I… I wanted to surprise you."

Sunghoon froze.

Your voice was so soft.

"I wanted to learn on my own and then show you later," you mumbled. "But I guess I wasn’t ready yet."

Sunghoon exhaled sharply. His shoulders relaxed just a fraction as he stepped closer to your bed.

"Idiot," he muttered, softer this time.

You pouted. "A very dedicated idiot."

Despite everything, his lips twitched.

"Yeah," he sighed, sitting down beside you. "And now you’re a dedicated idiot with a sprained ankle."

You gave him a sheepish smile. "Sorry?"

Sunghoon stared at you for a long moment before shaking his head. "You’re lucky I love you," he muttered under his breath.

Your eyes widened. "What was that?"

"Nothing." He cleared his throat, already moving to help you off the hospital bed. "Let’s get you out of here."

But you grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Nuh-uh." You shook your head, lips curling into a mischievous smile. "You don’t just get to say that and move on like it’s nothing."

Sunghoon raised a brow. "What, you want me to say it again?"

You tilted your head. "Nope."

"Then what—"

"Kiss my boo-boo."

Sunghoon blinked. "What?"

You pointed dramatically at your bandaged ankle. "You love me, right? Then kiss my injury. Heal me with your affection."

For the first time that night, he looked like he wanted to die.

"Y/N."

"Sunghoon."

"I'm not kissing your sprained ankle."

"Why not? You just confessed your undying love for me, but you draw the line at a little affection?" You gasped in mock betrayal. "Wow. Love is dead."

Sunghoon groaned, tilting his head back in exasperation. But the way his ears turned pink betrayed him.

"Fine." He grumbled under his breath before crouching down beside the hospital bed. Then, to your utter delight, he leaned in and pressed the softest kiss to the bandage wrapped around your ankle.

Your heart flipped.

You hadn’t actually expected him to do it.

But he did.

And he did it so gently.

When he pulled back, his gaze flickered to yours, unreadable but intense. "Happy now?"

You swallowed, suddenly feeling very warm.

"...Yes."

Sunghoon smirked, standing up and ruffling your hair. "Good. Now let’s get you out of here before you make me do something even more embarrassing."

You let him help you up, still replaying that moment in your head.

You had teased him into kissing your ankle.

And he actually did it.

Yeah.

You were so keeping this power over him.

As Sunghoon helped you stand, you couldn't stop grinning. "I can’t believe you actually did it," you teased, eyes gleaming.

He scoffed, adjusting his grip around your waist to steady you. "You’re lucky I’m weak for you."

Your grin widened. "Oh? So you admit it?"

Sunghoon groaned, rolling his eyes, but the way his fingers curled slightly tighter around your waist told you everything you needed to know.

Then, before you could react, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips.

Soft. Warm. Just long enough to leave you breathless.

When he pulled back, his expression was unreadable, but his thumb brushed against your hand in a silent gesture of affection. "There. Happy now?"

Your brain short-circuited.

"...What—"

He smirked. "What? You asked for a kiss."

You sputtered, heat rushing to your face. "I said kiss my boo-boo, not me, you sneaky little—"

"Too late," he said smugly, guiding you toward the exit. "No take-backs."

You pouted, still flustered, but as Sunghoon casually intertwined his fingers with yours, you decided you didn’t really mind.

Sunghoon refused to let you go back to your own apartment.

"You live alone," he said firmly. "What if you need something? What if you fall again? You’re staying with me."

"Nothing." He cleared his throat. "Let’s get you out of here."

You barely had time to protest before he was already helping you into his car, buckling your seatbelt for you, and driving off.

By the time you reached his place, Sunghoon was in full caretaker mode.

And you?

You were thriving.

"Stop smirking," he grumbled as he set up the couch with pillows and blankets.

"But you’re being so cute," you teased.

Sunghoon shot you a look but didn’t deny it.

Instead, he grabbed his phone and ordered soup from your favorite place. "You need to eat," he muttered. "And take your medicine after."

Your heart swelled.

A while later, when the food arrived, Sunghoon handed you a bowl of his favorite dish.

You stared at it. Then at him.

"You go first," he said, nudging the spoon toward you.

Your lips parted in surprise. "But you always—"

"Just eat, Y/N," he muttered, avoiding your gaze.

Oh.

Oh, you were in danger.

This boy…

This boy, who acted like he was the coolest person on the planet, was secretly the softest human being alive.

You smiled as you took a sip of the soup, letting the warmth spread through you.

"Sunghoon," you murmured.

"What?"

"...Thank you."

He exhaled, shaking his head. "Just don’t do something this stupid again, okay?"

You grinned. "Can’t promise that."

Sunghoon groaned. But then, to your utter delight, he plopped down beside you, wrapped an arm around your waist, and buried his face into your shoulder.

Your breath hitched.

Was he… pouting?

"I really hate you sometimes," he mumbled into your hoodie.

You beamed.

"I love you too, Hoon."

And if Sunghoon tightened his hold on you after that, well—you weren’t complaining.

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[feinv]

loq honor!arthur morgan x hyperfem reader. messy makeout session side of a saloon 😵‍💫😵‍💫

-🎀

low honor!arthur morgan x hyperfem!reader.

the noises of carriages were muffled in the background as his lips were on yours, kissing devouring you whole, the air in your lungs evaporating. he had you pinned to the wooden wall of the saloon, his rough hands digging into your flesh to keep you in place, almost bruising but gentle.

he was a bad man. and a mean one too. aggressive towards anyone and anything, except you. his love for you was gentle, worshipping the ground you walked on like a man obsessed. but his roughness was still present in his actions, especially when he so desperately wanted you all to himself.

his lips were guiding yours in a messy kiss before his tongue forced itself in, hands moving to grab you by either sides of your head and craning it for a deeper access, exploring your mouth and groaning at the feeling. his strong body was pressed to yours, trapping you completely.

you were getting pleasantly lightheaded by the lack of oxygen, managing to mumble in between the kisses. “arthur-”

“shut it,” he cut you off, biting on your bottom lip so hard you felt the taste of copper in your mouth.

his one hand invited itself under your pink skirt, fingertips sending goosebumps as they travelled further up, gripping your thigh and lifting it to his torso, the fabric pooling around.

with your palms flat on his chest, you tried to push him back using all the strength you had in you, which ended up being just a soft dab. he groaned in annoyance at your attempt before breaking the kiss himself.

you were a disheveled mess, lips red and swollen from his assault as you pleaded. “not here…”

and who was he to not do as you wished? especially when you looked up at him with your innocent eyes, trying to calm your breathing down.

he didn’t like the idea of others seeing you in a vulnerable state anyway. so he threw you over his shoulder and carried you back to the building to get a room, a sick smile creeping on his face at the thought of having you all night. all to himself.

[morganthyper]

I love ur time loop AU omg are you gonna write it at some point? No pressure or anything just sounds cool!!

at some point i may post some drabbles of the au, though a full fanfic is off the table since i'm dilligently working on a fanfic of another be more chill au i have!! timeloop au is such a good idea though i agree i'm very insane about it and it's always on rotation in my head

[billowingbabes]

Lorelei, drinking too much blood and getting very, very fat.

You knock on her door, but only receive a groan in reply. Most concerning, she's usually up by this time of the night and eager to chat with you. To your horror, the next two knocks receive no reply at all, leading you to open the door and squeeze your fat form through, only to find...

...a massive, lardy butterball blob atop her bed, who would surely be blushing if she could. "H-Hi...metabolism went wack, I think..."

[antihibikase2]

Bringing sunflowers into his big bro's hospital room had become a routine.

Freshly picked by a kind farmer at Floccesy, young Nathaniel Blake arrives with a skip in his step and a bouquet in his arms, that cheerful smile never leaving his face.

Yet, as Cheren looks away from his book, his eyes lit up- but he was looking through his student.

"Felix,"

And oh, he said it so joyously- the happiest Nate has ever seen him at all.

"You came, my prince. Like you promised."

Did Nate really have the heart to correct him?

Or the patience to ask who he was referring to, when all he had wanted was to see his big bro, alive and well?

And happy? And smiling?

He knows full well he doesn't.

"Of course! I don't break my promises!"

So, with a forced smile, he plays the role of the hero in Cheren's dreams, a corrupted memory mistaken as his own.

In time, Nate knows, that his mentor would break out of the bad dream he was in- and would not hesitate to reach our for his hair to ruffle it with fondness unfitting for a servant.

[nezuscribe]

𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

full fics:

the arrangement - gojo satoru was a notorious man across the land. he was the strongest soldier the north had ever produced, the most brilliant of minds, and somebody who slept his way through the noble ranks. his parents set him up in a marriage agreement with you, hoping that a tie with a ring would help save his image. you know gojo never wanted this, and you try to act as if that was normal. but soon, without you or even him realizing it, he comes to the conclusion that while he never wanted this marriage - he’s beginning to want you. (18+)

the arrangement, act two - life was going well. better than you could have ever imagined. the whirlwind marriage between you and gojo satoru that started as an arrangement blossomed into something sweeter and more tender after you both fell in love. but that storybook life you've been living soon shatters when you're told that a bitter king wants you two to separate so gojo could marry his daughter. either that, or he promises a war to follow. you live between selfishness and sacrifice as the fate of the kingdoms rests in your, and your husband's hands.

drabbles: (act one)

gojo never wanted to marry

gojo finds out you weren't supposed to marry him

watching him train

the moments after you two got married

he sees you not wearing your ring

he interrupts you while you're baking

he leaves and you think he won't be coming back

lovey gojo

when you two first met

he's huge

what he thinks

another moment from your teens

a little inexperienced (and that's ok!)

gojo is hyper-masculine

you see him with another girl

what happens after you see him with another girl

gojo introduces you to shoko

what happens when gojo's forced to put up with your family

jealous reader (petty gojo)

your birthday

arguing with him

drabbles (act two)

the news

arranged marriage!gojo tag (everything to do with him)

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Doting

Tags: jjk men as dads, tooth-rotting fluff, comfort drabbles

Synopsis: How the JJK men treat you while pregnant (spoiler warning- they dote on you.)

An: This is my formal apology for writing Nanami angst on the “Baby’s first words” post 😔 it will never happen again (can we stop with the death threats now?)

SATORU • SUGURU • TOJI • SUKUNA • NANAMI

SATORU

Oh, your loving husband is all over you while you’re pregnant. He genuinely has such a cute fascination with all the changes your body is going through. He seriously thinks you’re so strong for carrying his heir.

He loves rubbing your bump. In fact, he will always be touching it in some form or fashion while you two are together. When he’s away on missions, he has you send him pictures and updates on your pregnancy as if anything major has changed in a couple of days.

You best believe he is ready to indulge you on your every craving, no matter how strange. It’s three a.m and you’re crying because you need that specific brand of chicken wings and a can of whip cream? He’s heading to the store immediately to fetch whatever you tell him to.

He genuinely worries about being a good dad. Many nights he lays his head on your bump and talks to you about how teaching didn’t come naturally to him. He wasn’t born knowing how to meet people where they’re at. He use to expect people to be able to meet him on his level. He worries that he may inadvertently put a lot of pressure on his kid, and that’s the last thing he wants due to how he was raised. He just wants his kid to be a kid.

He’s the best, most loving and compassionate dad to your baby, more than you could ever hope for. Even if teaching didn’t come to him naturally, being a father did.

SUGURU

He’s such a “sit down and let me do it for you” while you’re pregnant. He cooks, cleans, works, and tends to you completely throughout your pregnancy.

Suguru gets hyper fixated on your health during pregnancy. He only feeds you the yummiest and healthiest foods while you’re pregnant. He encourages for you to sit on the yoga ball and do (very) light exercises. He just wants the best for you and his baby.

Whenever I said he tends to you, I genuinely mean he tends to you. He’ll gently brush your hair at night time, rub your back when your belly is becoming heavy to carry around, serve your breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, carries around emesis bags and breath mints for if you get morning sickness while you two are out.

This man is the king of enforcing your boundaries to people when they don’t listen. That really annoying family member that insists on being there for the birth even though you’ve already explained to them that you want this to be an experience for just you and Geto? Yeah, he’s made it very clear to them that they will not be at the birth if they want to be in your kid’s life.

He is absolutely not afraid to hurt feelings if it means his wife and future child are safe and cared for. He really don’t give a fuck who anyone else is. You and his child are first priority.

TOJI

Toji is definitely the type to express his love and devotion for you in other ways than the most conventional methods.

He is so incredibly gentle while you’re pregnant. He doesn’t rile you up as much or play fight with you anymore. He constantly reminds himself that you’re carrying another life inside you and that you have enough on your plate.

This man… whew does he love seeing you pregnant. Toji’s the type of man to feel so feral when he looks at you heavily pregnant with his kid.

He adores your body. He’ll rub lotion all over you and oils to help your skin accommodate to the stretch of carrying a kid. He massages your body and absolutely worships it while he’s rubbing the lotion and oil on you.

Your breasts are sore? He’ll gently massage them until they feel better. Your back hurts? He’d be the type to lift your bump up and take the weight off you for as long as you ask him to so you can feel relaxed for a few minutes.

And look this is probably TMI but like, if you got a clogged milk duct due to breastfeeding, Toji would unfortunately be the type of man to fix that issue with his mouth. i’m sorry but he would.

Final thing is, you better believe that he doesn’t allow anyone to get too close to you. He is so unbelievably protective over you while you’re pregnant. If he could, he’d lock you up at home to prevent anyone from getting close to you.

SUKUNA

On the outside, he acts very nonchalant and unbothered by your pregnancy. On the inside, he is constantly plagued by the thought that your body may not be able to carry his heir. The thought of losing you or his child haunts him.

He will secretly observe and take notes on your body and how it is changing. If he catches you expressing any sort of short windedness, he will immediately send you off to bed rest. Though, you’re usually able to convince him to take you off of it by the next day.

The only servant he trusts to tend to you is Uraume. No one else in his court is allowed to be anywhere near you unless he gives specific instructions. Still, he hates leaving you in the care of Uraume. He trusts them, but he wants to be the one to take care of you.

He loves holding your body close to him at night. All four arms are wrapped around you and holding you closely. Since he doesn’t need much sleep, he will stay awake rubbing on your tummy all night long. One time, he felt the baby moving in your stomach while you were asleep. He was so intrigued that he woke you up and told you to “make them do it again”.

Now, he will randomly approach you at any given time while you’re heavily pregnant and hold his hand out so he can feel his baby moving around inside of you. It soothes his worry.

During birth, Sukuna was a complete mess. The amount of blood lost during birth fucking terrified him. He was panicking and yelling at anyone to do something to save you, even while everyone was assuring him that you’re okay and this was natural.

After 9 long excruciating months of extreme worry and constant fear, he finally feels peace when he’s cradling a newborn in his arm and a sleeping wife in the other arm. All of his hard work to protect you paid off he thinks.

NANAMI

Oh, to be pregnant by the king of domestic love himself.

Nanami is the type of man to immediately start working on a nursery for you as soon as you reveal to him that you’re pregnant. He immediately changes the guest bedroom into a nursery that you design for your little baby.

He reads up on all the parenting books and articles. He’s constantly compiling things to either do or to not do during pregnancy and even while raising a kid.

Like Geto, he tends to your every need. He is a total house husband all while working 40 hours a week. When he’s at work, he is constantly calling and texting you to make sure that you’re okay and taking care of yourself, but let’s be fr he literally did everything for you before he even left for work (meal prepped for you, set out your clothes for you, put out all your self care items in case you want to bathe).

When you express concerns of your body getting bigger to him, he does everything in his power to show you that he loves and respects your body for creating life. He literally cherishes and worships your body for hours if you let him.

Like Toji, Nanami is protective over you. He constantly has an arm around you if you two are in public, and he watches everyone who dares to get close to you like a hawk. If he gets a bad vibe about anyone, he’s immediately stepping in front of you and taking over the conversation.

Nanami is the best partner to have during birth. His reading of articles during your pregnancy really paid off. He is supportive without being overbearing. He listens to your needs and tends to you without question. Constant praise and encouragement while you’re giving birth. The moment he gets to snuggle with you and the baby is the moment he realizes that he cultivated the life of his dreams. He has the family he always wanted.

[kashverse]

CAN you PLEASE PLEASE make a drabble of Toji taking care of sleepy Mamaguro and Megumi? I think it would be so adorable. 🧎

oh to continue writing happy toji and happy mamaguro reader... 🚬

the mission was simple: stay up until 12 a.m. to wish toji a happy birthday. you and megumi, the last-standing warriors of the fushiguro household, sat by the door like hyper puppies, waiting for your beloved husband—your fearless protector—your batman (you are not explaining to a six-year-old what an assassin is)—to return home. it was going perfectly until your phone buzzed.

gonna be late. emergency job. don’t wait up.

you stare at the screen. then at megumi. then back at the screen.

the bastard forgot his own birthday.

your son, wise beyond his years, folds his arms and scowls. “so, what, we just give up?” you slap the table dramatically. “absolutely not.”

if there was one thing you and megumi had in common—besides your unwavering judgment of toji’s life choices—it was stubbornness. this mission would not fail. if your husband wanted to be late to his own birthday, that was his problem. but you and megumi? you were gonna be ready. so, naturally, you both made the worst decision possible.

sugar boost.

you and your six-year-old co-conspirator sprawled across the couch, sharing a single pack of gummy bears like it was some kind of sacred ration. one gummy at a time. chewing slowly. blinking at the wall in utter silence like two very small, very deranged owls.

"mama."

"yeah, baby?"

"do you think papa is the strongest man alive?"

"of course."

megumi chews thoughtfully. "do you think he could lift a cow?"

you consider this. "...easily."

"two cows?"

you hesitate. 

-

it’s 11:57 p.m. standing in the doorway, looking like he just crawled out of a damn action movie, is toji. the duffel bag slung over his shoulder drops to the floor with a heavy THUD, and he’s met with—

a beautiful handmade "happy birthday, papa!!" banner, decorated with poorly drawn badtz-maru stickers, because megumi has commitment to the bit.

you, sprawled out on the couch like a crime scene victim.

megumi, passed out on top of you, his little hand still clutching a half-eaten gummy bear.

toji stares. something in his chest tightens. he lets out a quiet sigh, running a hand through his hair as he steps inside, shutting the door behind him. exhausted as he is, something about this sight makes his heart ache in that weird way—the kind of warmth he’s still getting used to, the kind that makes him feel like maybe, just maybe, he didn’t screw up as badly as he thought. without a word, he moves over to the couch. and because yes, he is that man—he lifts both you and megumi in one go. you stir slightly, groggy, mumbling, "cow..."

toji frowns. "what?"

megumi snorts in his sleep, muttering, "two cows..."

toji, confused as all hell, just grunts and carries his weird, sleep-deprived family to bed.

the next morning, as the sun peeks through the curtains and the birds chirp outside like they're personally taunting you, you and megumi prepare for phase two of toji’s birthday celebration: chaotic wake-up call.

toji, the strongest man alive (and also the biggest sleeper in the house), is sprawled out on the bed, dead to the world. he sleeps like a log, one arm thrown over his face, mouth slightly open, because even assassins need their beauty rest. you and megumi exchange a look. a silent nod of understanding. then, in perfect sync, you both take in a deep, deep breath and—

"HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYY!!!"

toji’s entire body jerks like he just got shot. his arms flail, his head snaps up, and before he can even process what's happening, you and megumi double down with a second round of high-pitched, ungodly shrieks right in his ear.

"what the hell—"

but before he can even think about grabbing a weapon (because let’s be real, his first instinct is to attack), he realizes exactly who the culprits are. and oh, oh, you two are in trouble. his sleep-deprived brain short-circuits for about half a second before years of combat training kick in.

he lunges.

"oh—RUN!" you shriek, shoving megumi, but it’s too late—toji grabs you both in one swift motion, rolling over and pinning you down, locking both of you in a vice-like headlock.

"GOTCHA!"

"NOOOO—!"

megumi screams in betrayal as toji mercilessly ruffles his hair. you’re not spared either, as he buries his face into your neck, delivering an absolutely brutal barrage of kisses like it’s a full-scale attack.

“YOU WANNA WAKE ME UP, HUH? THAT HOW WE’RE PLAYIN’ THIS?”

"toji stop—" you wheeze, kicking your legs as he plants an exaggeratedly loud kiss to your cheek. megumi shrieks, wiggling with all his might, but toji just grabs him tighter, pressing another series of dramatic, disgusting dad kisses to his forehead. "UGH, PAPAAAA!" megumi yells, offended.

"nah, nah, you started this, kid," toji cackles. "you and your big mouth—what was all that ‘two cows’ shit, huh?”

"STOP!" megumi flails harder, but he is six and toji is built different. eventually, though, he relents, flopping back with a satisfied smirk, letting you both gasp for air like shipwreck survivors. "you’re the worst," you pant. megumi, hair now a disaster, groans. "i hate birthdays."

toji just smirks, stretching. "eh, still my best one yet."