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🍃 Green Green Grass 🍃

Smau: in which you're their dealer and they all kinda have a thing for you? Warnings: some sexual talk, drug use?, cursing, not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Ino, Shiu, Hiromi

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dad!Sukuna x reader

Sukuna recently gets out of jail and immediately knocks you up. He is determined to step up and provide for you both.

WC: 1k. TW: unplanned pregnancy

Sukuna always said he’d have kids with you. He just didn’t mean within a few months of getting out of jail.

That honeymoon phase lead to you both being reckless. It’s not like you’d been sleeping with anyone while he was away, so there was no need for birth control in your life. Then he surprised you by getting out on parole and well…you quite literally couldn’t keep your hands off each other.

Out of condoms in the middle of the night? No problem, he’d pull out. Plus what are the odds that you’d actually get pregnant, women are only fertile for such a short window anyways this one time wouldn’t hurt…

Fast forward to the present day and Sukuna is kissing you good night. He rarely goes to sleep with you, trying to expedite getting his degree by studying at night after working a full day shift.

He may have been incarcerated the last 3 years, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him from being the best father and partner that he could be.

The night he saw you crying on the bathroom floor changed him. Three positive tests leered at you from the counter and in that moment he knew he had to man up. Hearing you say things like “I can’t believe my baby daddy barely has a job and just got out of jail” internally upset him, but deep down he knew you were right.

The honeymoon period was over, no more inconsistent hours at the garage, no more sleeping in until noon, and no more constantly coming onto you causing neither of you to get out of the bed for hours.

Sukuna swore he would provide for you and the baby. He’d finish that degree he started long ago so he could own his own garage, be his own boss.

He’d be there for you every step of the way unlike when he was in jail and you were doing life alone. He was serious about you and this baby, in fact, he’d always been ride or die for you, he just didn’t have a great way of showing it, defaulting to his playful and goofy side.

Sukuna didn’t plan, didn’t look five steps ahead, just lived in the moment and did what felt good at the time. And quite frankly you were the same way, enjoying life to the fullest after the love of your life was finally released.

The ultrasound made it more real. Sukuna seeing his tiny baby on that grainy screen made him shed a tear. So small and helpless, his baby needed him to get his shit together because the rest of the pregnancy was going to go fast.

That little blob on the screen got bigger and bigger. Even though Sukuna worked seven days a week, picking up extra shifts while also doing his college work at night, he still never missed an appointment with you.

Even though he made so much progress on his degree, he still had a few more months to go before he could finish when the baby came.

You both agreed to put it on hold the first few weeks. Trying to figure out how to keep this little pink haired boy alive was terrifying and being there for each other was paramount.

After about a month you told Sukuna to get back to his schooling, in the long term it was important, you’d take care of the baby at night.

Except he refused, demanding you sleep through the night and he’d tend to the baby while studying. As long as there was enough formula and you supplemented with pumping, he could feed the baby through the night.

Therein started his nightly routine. He’d lay with you in the bed while you breastfed, talking about anything and everything. Once you were done, he’d go lay the baby down to come back and hold you until you fell asleep.

Slowly he’d slip away, leaving one more parting kiss on your cheek. Sukuna would go down the hall to the nursery and set his computer up. Sometimes he’d watch lectures, write papers, do homework, whatever was needed that night. At this point he was used to being up after working on this degree the past year.

When the baby would stir, Sukuna would gather him up in his strong arms, cradling him against his chest while warming up a bottle. Finally, he’d sit back down, feeding the baby while clicking through lecture slides.

It became your favorite sight. Waking up in the middle of the night to pee, you’d sometimes go poke your head in, just to be met with an adorable sight.

Your man, pink hair in disarray donning pajama pants and no shirt, cradling the baby in one arm while clicking with the other. The baby was fast asleep with Sukuna rocking him every now and then, stopping to take a break and just stare down at the perfect combination of you and him.

Eventually Sukuna would shut everything down, feeding the baby one more time in the early morning hours, and then slip into your shared bad to join you for a few hours.

A lesser man may have been resentful at the end of the night. Never Sukuna though. He loved you more than anything, and now he loved this little baby. Sukuna would do anything for the two of you so he could provide a better life.

He’d always treasure those nights spent with the baby after he got older…his little study buddy as he called him. Nuzzling against your skin, he held you close and drifted off to sleep with you, the love of his life, the mother of his child and the woman who made him a dad.

This is one of the few times he could genuinely say he loved his life and knowing the future he could provide was within reach made every hard day and night worth it all.

This little scene has been living in my mind and I just had to write it down ❤️

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Projection and manipulation.

MAGA build a boogeyman. Then when everyone knows they are the boogeymen, MAGA claim someone else created the boogeyman.

MAGA are the party of pedophiles. MAGA are the Deep State. MAGA are weaponizing the government. MAGA are the swamp.

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭….. 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒚 + 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒂𝒈𝒆 tags: fluff, meet-cute-ish?, fem!reader

simon, who eyes the box on his bunk like it might detonate in a second.

the box has his name on it. but it’s definitely not his.

a tiny heart over the ı in “s. riley” gave it away.

the base’s postal clerk didn’t comment. just handed it over without so much as a glance.

probably didn’t dare to ask.

simon, who rips the box open. either it’s a prank, or whatever’s inside will tell him who it actually belongs to.

the second the seal breaks, a feminine scent curls into the air. something that doesn’t belong in a room that reeks of gun oil and dried sweat.

besides the obviously-not-his-size sweater, hot chocolate mix, and a strawberry-shaped compact mirror, he finds a note.

just in case this doesn’t reach sierra riley, pls text me!

he grumbles, already planning to track down whoever this other riley is first thing in the morning.

but at 02:56, when sleep won’t come with that bloody comforting scent still clinging in the air, he types:

next time you send something, put a proper name on it. could’ve ended up in antarctica.

a flood of sheepish apologies lights up his phone when the sun rises. he leaves them on read.

simon, who tries to let the whole thing slip from his mind.

but somehow, the note ends up folded between the pages of the book he's reading.

and every now and then, he swears your scent still lingers in his room.

until one afternoon, gaz leans into the rec room doorway, eyes twinkling with far too much glee.

“LT, someone’s got a package for ‘riley’ here.”

he doesn’t look up from pouring his tea. “wrong riley.”

“nah, she said the grumpy one. figured that narrowed it down.”

a meek voice comes from behind gaz. “but i didn’t say—”

simon, whose head snaps up. neck creaking in protest at the speed.

price’s beard twitches over his mug. “you sure that’s the riley you’re lookin’ for, miss?”

despite the wide, panicked eyes, you quickly nod. hands tightening around the box clutched close to your chest.

soap whistles low, leaning out of the couch with far too much interest. “a lass actually seekin’ out for LT? christ, the world is endin’.”

simon steps forward. slowly. eyes fixed on you even when the others are trying to rile him up.

he never expected you to exist beyond a scribbled note and a faint trace of scent.

you offer the box with both hands, words tumbling out before you can stop them.

“sorry again for last time. sierra said you actually went out your way to find her and gave the box, so uh…i thought i should make one for you too. you know, for the trouble. since i was already dropping hers off anyway.”

a beat passes. the others watch the exchange with interest.

then simon reaches out, gloved hand brushing yours as he takes it.

but his hand lingers half a second too long. thumb brushing your knuckle in what might be a mistake. or not.

you don’t seem to notice.

but they do.

gaz blinks. soap’s mouth hangs open. price lifts a brow.

“...thanks,” simon says quietly.

and for the first time, maybe ever, he looks at someone like he’s not waiting for them to leave.

like he’s actually hoping you’ll stay for a while.

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MDNI - NSFW

you being soap’s gf and the two of you being known as the horniest couple on base, only rivaled by kyle and his gf who are as horny but know how to hide it better than you two

like literally you and soap will make out and grind on each other on any surface available be it the mess hall or the gym

anyway so you know that the four of you are all bisexuals, and you come up with the idea to mix and match each other, yknow get together with kyle’s sweet gf and watch as your two bfs tackle each other on the bed and you’re all so excited UGH

im just thinking about you and her touching each other, groping boobs and touching your wet pussies while you watch your two bfs eat each other, the two of them almost getting aggressive and tackling and pinning and it’s all so hot

or also getting johnny watching you get fucked by kyle while kyle watches his gf get her guts rearranged by his best friend

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imagine coming back to the 141 barracks after a gruelling mission. You just got through medical and really wanted to rest. After nearly a week of unknown territory, conducting interrogations and being stationed in an uncomfortably cold climate zone your energy storage is exhausted. Like a device running on 3% battery.

So you force yourself through a shower and a quick snack before, swaddled in a hoodie, finally crashing on the couch in the common room. And the second your body meets the cushions it‘s like every single one of your atoms dissolves into the soft upholstery. Just like that your eyelids slide shut and your breathing evens out.

And what do you know Soap and Price walk into the room on their way to also grab something to eat from the kitchen. Price notices a lump on the couch and goes to investigate. He finds bandages peeking out underneath the hoodie, cuts on the temple and a split lip. But you look quite content with your cheek squished into the pillows.

He fondly eyes the dishes on the coffee table and the phone still clutched in your hand. “She had quite the go of it this time didnae she?“ Johnny speaks up from next to the captain. “She did good“ came the gruff reply.

“Aye, a real tough cookie that one, tell ‘er tha‘ when she‘s done with her beauty sleep will ye.“

With an amused twinkle in his eyes Price leaves for the kitchen and Johnny sits down beside you on the couch tucking the blankes up aroud you and your hair behind your ear. “Sleep tight bonnie, ye deserve it“

He notices the slightest sliver of your eyes looking at him and the corner of your mouth twitches upwards before you relax once more into the pillows but this time with a warm hand holding yours.

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even if you’re a minor and can’t fully boycott the brands/food chains your family consumes, remember that you can help by not suggesting going to those restaurants or coffee shops and offering non-zionist alternatives! and you can 🏴‍☠️ your favorite shows or movies so YOU don’t give money to ppl that support genocide! every little action counts.

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Simon Riley who gets back from a deployment just as a new batch of recruits are doing their tap out ceremony.

He watches with mild interest, looking at all these newbies who are so hopeful and full of light, contemplating how long it's gonna take for that spirit to get crushed.

He feels a twinge of jealousy as he watches these recruits get tapped out by family and friends, has fleeting memories of standing for an hour after everyone else left before his drill sergeant took pity on him and tapped him out.

He watches idly as people start filing out, not needing ti get to his transport for another hour.

And then he spots you, standing straight in the middle of the crowd, clearly trying not to cry as you watch your fellow soldiers get lead away by family you don't have.

You clench your jaw, refusing to let the years fall. You're so focused on not crying that you don't notice the behemoth of a man coming up behind you until his hand is on your shoulder.