Oh, Baby!

𓆩☆𓆪 Oh, baby!

- A girl dad!kuroo anthology -

Notes: this will be a series that will be uploaded in parts over time sporadically! There’s no set date for anything I upload, it’s just a universe I’ve created here. I’ve been really excited to share this so I hope you all enjoy!

Reblogs and interaction much appreciated!

☆baby fever [nsfw]

synopsis: a coworker brings their baby to work, and that sets off the gears in kuroo’s head to have some of your own

☆ glass heart [fluff]

synopsis: kuroo meets his newborn daughter for the very first time and contemplates the meaning of fatherhood

☆baby shower mayhem [fluff, angst]

synopsis: when a former school rival of your husband's shows up to your baby shower, you can only hope that things won't turn upside down. but with the reveal of some secrets of your own, it's unlikely it'll stay that way.

☆ mother’s day [fluff, angst]

synopsis: kuroo fathoms how his childhood has affected his life growing up into adulthood, and ultimately fatherhood

☆suit & tie [fluff]

synopsis: your daughter is roped up in kuroo’s scheming nature

☆a guide to being married to a pretty man [fluff]

synopsis: navigating outings with your babies and gorgeous husband who’s (tragically) too distracting for the public

☆remembrance [nsfw]

synopsis: kuroo reminds you how beautiful you are after having two kids, also tries to convince you to have a third

☆ fruit of the loom [fluff]

synopsis: kuroo has a very interesting choice of costumes for you and your family

tags: fem! reader, themes of jealousy, slightly nsfw.

college student+boyfriend! suguru thinks you don’t get jealous and he doesn’t really think much of it. sure, he wishes to see you in the act of claiming him as yours sometimes, but you’re all nice and kind smiles, never feeling threatened by other people when he has a hand on the small of your back as he leads you all the way inside his shared place with satoru where they’re hosting a party. he knows it’s a good sign, it means that he makes you feel secure enough.

but suguru also knows that you’re not that big on pda, and neither is he. sweet cheek kisses or small pecks and of course tight hugs are the farthest you’d do in public—not because you are ashamed of him, but because you just feel more comfortable being touchy and loving on him without any prying eyes.

…he’s a little confused right now.

he watches as you make your way towards him on the couch where he is sitting with a manspread. the music is blaring through the speakers and he’s barely focusing on anyone but you (while occasionally making sure drunk satoru doesn’t stand too close to the aquarium and spills it or worse, swallows a fish). so when you sit down, throw your exposed legs over his thigh and rest your head on his shoulder, his hand right twitches whilst his other rests on one of your knees—he knows what to do, but he usually does it behind closed doors.

you don’t say a single word, eyes fixated on the clear liquid in your red disposable cup before pressing your lips to the rim. he sees your eyes travel up and they fixate on something—or rather someone and suddenly, you go from throwing your legs over his thigh to straight up sitting on it with your arms around his neck, and the confusion on his face shifts into a look of surprise.

his hands instinctively grab your waist, pull you closer on his lap and he sees that you look away from the person towards him and the annoyance on your face is replaced with something a lot softer, a lot more gentle—he prefers this look on you anyway.

you lean towards him and press a loving kiss to his cheek, very close to his lips but never touching them before your thumb goes towards his face to wipe the excess lipstick off his skin.

“what’s on your mind?” his voice is low and the music is way too loud, but you’re used to the volume of his voice and you simply shake your head.

“nothing much. I like your outfit.”

“it’s basic,” he chuckles. it is true, he is only wearing a white t-shirt and black sweatpants but you furrow your eyebrows and grab his jaw with your hand.

“I like it,” you whisper. your eyes are raking all over his body and suguru’s lips twitch, trying to suppress the little grin.

“you wanna kiss me,” he says as a matter of fact, never in a cocky way and your lips don’t part in shock, nor does your face turn red in embarrassment. your eyes simply flicker from his lips up towards his eyes and then back towards his awaiting lips.

“I wanna kiss you,”

“you wanna kiss me or you wanna make out with me?” he asks to make sure that you really want to do this in public—in front of other people and again, your eyes flicker towards someone in the crowd and you choose to be careful when giving a verbal response.

“kiss…” you trail with your words, eyes lingering on his lips and his thumbs draw comforting circles on your skin. you’re wearing a thin dress, one that could easily be discarded if he were to take this up to his room and leave satoru near the aquarium or worse, near the stove where he can start a fire. but you clearly want something—your body’s burning up and there’s a fire of lust and… possessiveness in your eyes and he can tell that you don’t like feeling this way.

“then kiss me,” suguru gives you the green light and you lean down towards him, hot breath brushing against his lips. he doesn’t smell alcohol, so clearly you’re well aware of what you’re doing.

your lips hover over his before gently pressing against his upper lip, then his lower. you’re pecking him repeatedly, and with each press of your lips it gets more intense. you’re releasing all of the pent up tension from whatever had you this frustrated and it shows in how your grip on his jaw tightens just a tad bit. with a need to prove something.

suguru stops you before you could push your tongue past his lips and the low, very soft whine that leaves you when he gently disconnects your lips from his almost turns him feral. his hands hold your face and his thumbs gently caress your hot cheeks.

“I think you’ve made enough of a point,” you don’t pretend to be confused, you knew your boyfriend was blessed with great emotional intelligence and could read you like a book. you see his eyes trail behind you with a knowing smile and your head turns slightly to the side to eye the person who kept ogling your boyfriend since the beginning of the party.

you heard them talk with their friends about how handsome he was, and you were very much okay with it because it was true. suguru was breathtaking—but hearing them talk about how they should shoot their shot, how he looks like a treat, a piece of candy ready to be unwrapped—you felt ashamed to be feeling jealous. but you were seething, and had your cup not been full, you would’ve crushed it with your hand.

you relax on top of suguru, cheek pressed to his forehead as you pull him closer to you and don’t say a single word. until you feel something poke at your thigh and he hears you chuckle.

“that got you hard?”

“you’re fucking hot when you’re jealous.”

note: very self indulgent. i love college student suguru and his best friend satoru who gets wild when he drinks one beer.

❥ 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

so first of all, you’re stuck with him wether you like it or not.

you are his princess and his only. nobody will ever dare to approach you or even attempt to charm you when they know what the king of Curses can do to them.

sukuna is so goddamn protective. even when he’s far away, you can feel his presence, watching over you and knowing every single one of your moves.

he’d definitely kill for you if you asked, and he takes pleasure in it, so it wouldn’t even slightly bother him.

sukuna prefers it when you wear as less clothes as possible, wandering around in a simple drape or a very thin dress for him to be able to eat you out with his gaze.

would demolish anyone on sight that’d harm/hurt or insult you in the slightest way. you can try and beg him not to, but it’s pretty much useless considering it’s probably already been done.

sukuna will praise the shit out of you, and expect to be absolutely spoiled for hundreds of years;

because yeah, you are stuck with him for a very long time. he’ll find a way to keep you all for himself for eternity.

he marks you. there are scratches on your body and bite marks. he wants everyone to know you belong to him.

sukuna’s actions speak louder than his words. he would dominate the world for you, and can’t even properly tell you how he feels.

when he’s in his thoughts, he likes to have you around, sitting on his lap, running a hand through your hair, covering you with his four arms.

no matter what plans for the future he has, sukuna will always include you in those, you don’t even have to ask for a place in his life.

loves calling you by your first name. it’s the only name he lingers on, making sure he pronounces every letter right. probably the only name he cares about remembering.

sukuna isn’t concerned about anybody’s well-being but yours, making sure you are always safe and protected, trust me, nothing will ever happen to you.

let’s be honest, he has already offered you his heart. it’s there, pumping in blood, bleeding in his hand while he hands it to you. it’s either very romantic or very disgusting.

one thing sukuna has said that will always stick with you is when he promised to always be with you. he’ll track you in every lifetime, making you fall for him once more, and his love for you will never fade.

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ HOME COOKED MEAL — nanami kento

you bring itadori home for dinner & he gets to see a different side to kento

contents. aka you dig up some teenage photos of nanami, fem!reader, husband nanami, fluff, yuuji being your adopted son, i haven't watched the new ep (& i won't) but there is enough nanami angst so i am here to fix that — 1.7k

when you got ready to leave the school, your jacket on and bag tugged over your shoulder, you passed yuuji itadori in the halls, his expression suspiciously similar to a kicked puppy. 

yuuji perked up a bit as you walked by, offering you a small smile and a wave. and though you considered heading on home for the night, eager to see your husband, you slowed, hesitant to leave the poor kid all alone. 

“everything okay, yuuji?” you asked, frowning as he rested his elbows on his knees, studying a stain on the floor of the school. 

“hm?” the teenager glanced up, eyes bright and wide. his sweet smile was back on his face, so innocent and kind. for someone who had been through so much already, he was more caring than many people that you’d met in your life. “oh, everything’s fine. everyone’s just out on missions, so i feel a little…” he pulled up one shoulder in a shrug. “useless.” 

you knew it must have been hard for him, being a student that wasn’t quite like the others, having to train a little differently, adapt differently. but yuuji took it in stride, and he handled it better than any normal person would. 

with a nod, you secured your bag around your other shoulder, shifting your feet. “it’s just going to be you here tonight, then?” 

he hummed, sticking his hands in his pockets as he leaned back against the wall. “i think so. some of the others might be around, but they’re resting up.” 

“oh.” though you were certain yuuji had no qualms about spending an evening on his own, the thought of it made you feel like you were leaving a kitten out in the rain. almost pitiful. 

yuuji waved before you could say another word, smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “have a good night! i’ll see you tomorrow.” 

the car ride was spent listening to yuuji tell you story after story, the boy opening up to you in a way that he hadn’t quite related to any of the other sorcerers, even gojo.

you smiled to yourself, enjoying his stories as you wondered how to tell kento that you were bringing your student home for dinner. 

there was still a bridge to cross between them, and though you knew they both liked the other more than they let on, kento hadn’t quite connected to the boy like he wanted to.

you hoped that by inviting him over, yuuji would see that kento, truly, wasn’t as intense as he let on. he was sweet, caring, and he did have a sense of humor… even if gojo didn’t really believe that. 

you led yuuji into the house, and stopped him when you heard the sound of kento in the kitchen. his mission had ended earlier than yours, and he’d offered to cook tonight; there would be more than enough food for the three of you. 

“i’ll be right back,” you said, tapping yuuji on the shoulder. “let me go tell kento you’re here.” 

you’d considered letting your husband know before you arrived, but you hadn’t wanted him to protest. kento would try to make a fuss of having a guest over, even if it was only yuuji, and he certainly didn’t care about formalities. 

your heart skipped when you reached kento, his back turned, finishing up the meal that was steaming on the stove. even just standing in the threshold of the kitchen, you were overwhelmed with all of your love for him. 

but it didn’t take much… it never had. you’d always been sickeningly in love with nanami kento. 

your footsteps were soft as you snuck up behind him. “kento,” you said, just above a whisper, snaking your arms around his waist. you kissed the muscles between his shoulder blades, listening to the steady thrum of blood pumping through his body. 

“hi, sweetheart.” he’d heard you approach, and he turned, eyes softening when he glanced at you over his shoulder. “everything okay at the school?”

you nodded, squeezing him tighter. even though you’d seen him just a few hours prior, it felt like a long time—time apart when you were battling curses always dragged as you worried for each other’s safety. “did your mission go okay?” you asked. 

he took your hands from around his waist, bringing them to his lips softly. “everything went fine. dinner’s almost ready so—” then, he noticed your guilty expression, one that you were clearly horrible at hiding. “is something wrong?” 

you smiled innocently. “no! i just… brought a guest.” 

kento’s eyebrows raised, his smiling falling quickly. “well, you could’ve told me before.” he sighed, shaking his head as he turned around to face you. 

“sorry, i thought i’d surprise you.” 

kento’s lips drew into a thinner line. “honey, please tell me gojo satoru is not in my house right now. he’s not welcome here anymore, because the last time he almost destroyed our fucki—” kento glanced up, his words falling away as he glanced over your shoulder. “itadori. hello. i didn’t realize you were there.” 

you turned, releasing kento as yuuji gawked back at you. he’d caught in such a loving embrace with kento. yuuji’s normally stoic teacher was in the middle of swearing, blonde hair tumbling over his forehead. kento had replaced his suit with casual wear, and his contacts had been taken out. in place of them were wire-rimmed glasses. 

“nanamin!” yuuji gasped. “you look so different.” 

“yes, well, i apologize for my apperance.” kento sighed, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “i wasn’t aware we were having guests.” 

“one guest. its just yuuji,” you said, poking him in the middle of the chest as his professional tone returned, so easily taking over. “i don’t think he cares what you’re wearing.” 

“no, i don’t!” yuuji backtracked, eyes wide as he shuffled forward. “no, you look cool, you don’t look so…” 

kento raised his eyebrows, amused, even if yuuji couldn’t detect the humor in his expression. “so what?” 

the boy’s cheeks turned pink, embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “um—”

“you don’t look like you’ve got a stick up your ass.” you said, voicing yuuji’s obvious thoughts as you kissed kento on the cheek with a short laugh. of course, it was only to embarrass him further in front of his student. 

kento feigned a scowl, but didn’t push you away, his gaze firmly planted on yuuji. “that’s because i try to keep my relationships at work strictly professional.” 

“really?” yuuji grinned, stuffing his hands back in his pockets, his posture relaxing as he grew more comfortable in your home. “not very professional to marry someone you work with, is it?” 

you laughed loudly, already caring so deeply for the boy that you’d known for such a short period of time. 

“that was certainly an accident,” kento muttered, but his fingers lingered on your spine, tracing each of the bones. “i’ll have you know we were not working together when we got together.” 

“really?” yuuji’s curiosity spiked. “how long have you been together, then?” 

you thought back to when you were teenagers, when kento had a haircut that he had since regretted, and smiled mischievously. reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through old photos, back from when you were just kids, the images grainy and of much lower quality than the ones from your recent vacation. 

“hey, don’t show him those!” kento protested. he reached for your phone, but you scrambled under his arm, stretching your hand out to give yuuji the device. “itadori, don’t—” kento’s voice held a hint of panic, his cheeks hot with embarrassment as he grabbed you around the waist, trying to stop you from giving yuuji the phone. 

but it was already in yuuji’s hands, and you laughed loudly, knowing that while you looked a little more awkward than you did now, your appearance had changed near as drastically as kento’s. 

yuuji squinted his eyes at a sixteen year old nanami, blond hair long enough to reach his eyes, dressed in an all black ensemble, an earbud in one ear. kento was hardly smiling, but you beamed next to him in the photo, dressed more childishly than you were now, but just as pretty. the image from when you still fumbled around each other, unsure how to admit that you were both in love. 

a roar of laughter left yuuji as kento’s expression fell, and he released you, snapping the phone out of itadori’s palm. “that’s you, nanamin? no way. how did you…” yuuji glanced between you, squinting his eyes. “well, i guess looking at you now it makes sense.” 

“i know,” you agreed, covering your smiles with your palms. “we looked a little silly together back then. i saw the potential in him, but satoru certainly loved to make fun of us, didn’t he, ken?” 

“i have absolutely no desire to relive those days.” 

yuuji laughed. “you were just like fushiguro, i bet!” 

“scarily similar,” you agreed, as kento rolled his eyes beside you, putting your phone in his pocket to keep you from scavenging any older photos to share with the kid. “and he still loves to listen to—”

“don’t finish that sentence or i’ll save this dinner all for myself.” 

yuuji eyes flew up to his hairline, but you just snorted, knowing that kento’s threats were about as scary as a puppy.

“he’s still sensitive about it,” you whispered to yuuji. “gojo and his friends made fun of him all the time.” 

“oh really. just me?” kento retorted under his breath.

“you must have been pretty popular, then!” yuuji grinned. “if you were friends with gojo. he said all the girls in school loved him!”

kento made an irritated sound, stirring the spoon roughly against the pot. “well, satoru is the last person you should listen to. he has an ego bigger than the sun. and my wife is leading you astray. she was not similar to satoru, she was painfully shy, and it took weeks for either of us to talk to each other.” kento took the pan off the stove, peering over his shoulder at you. “and she is very lucky i love her too much to dig up any embarrassing stories of her.” 

“well, stories about me aren’t that interesting anyway.” you laughed, pointedly turning your back to kento. “yuuji, the good news is, i’ve got some more photos in kento in the old photo books. let’s go see them!” 

i never rlly got over THIS gojo 🫠

BEST PART OF MY DAY - KENTO NANAMI

✴︎ summary: on a bad day, you give nanami just what he needs, and remind him why you are truly the best part of his day. ✴︎ contents: pure domestic fluff, reader and nanami are married, taking care of nanami the way he deserves, making breakfast for nanami ✴︎ wc: 795

“What can I do?” you whisper, whisper in his ear, because you know Kento is having a bad day. You know that he’s having a bad day from the way his shoulders tense and his lips are in a tight line, instead of curled in that small smile. 

“Don’t,” he shakes his head simply, running his fingers through his hair, “I’m okay, sweetheart,” 

And you know that certainly means that he’s not. 

“Are you?” You sit beside him on the couch, one leg tucked under the other, curled up beside him, “because I’m pretty sure you’re not,” you place your chin on his shoulder, “come on, there must be something, even if it’s—“ 

And he’s pulling you into his arms, leaning back on the couch, your body beside him, as he buries his face in your chest, “baby,” you run your fingers through his hair, “is this—“ 

“You’re everything, do you know that, love?” His words are soft, but the impact is heavy, warmth flooding your body at his words, “just a few words from you, and I feel my fatigue melt away, how’s that possible?” 

“New jujutsu technique?” And he snorts, “should I tell Gojo?” 

“Don’t you dare,” he murmurs, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips, and you smile against his touch, tasting the hint of bitter coffee and the faint taste of melon bread on his lips, “how’re so perfect?” And he’s nosing the nape of your neck, pressing sweet kisses. 

“Well you deserve only the best, Nanami Kento, and what is better than me?” You say teasingly, and he chuckles, a quiet rumble that makes you nearly shiver. 

“Nothing I can think of,” and you’re running your fingers through his hair again and again, pressing sweet kisses to his brow, and his eyes are growing heavy, “if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to put me to sleep,” 

“Maybe I am, think my husband needs some sleep,” you kiss him softly, “dream about Malaysia, only a few months away,” 

“Not soon enough,” he murmurs, “but you’re all I need, my vacation,” 

You chuckle, pressing sweet kisses to his forehead, “Your 5 to 9?” 

“With no overtime,” he sighs, as you snort, before he’s looking up at you, “the best part of my day,” 

And he’s falling asleep, slipping into the sandman’s grasp, and he only wakes underneath a blanket, in the soft sheets of his bed, morning light streaming in. He blinks sleep from his eyes, a small groan in his throat, as he reaches beside him for you, but only finds an empty space. 

His breath catches — where were you? Panic grips him, until he listens — hearing the quiet sounds of pans and spoons clinking, the soft sounds of your humming, as he slowly settles back, easing himself back into bed for a moment, before slipping from bed. 

He comes out to find you only in one of the blue button ups you had “borrowed” from him - one of three you had on rotation, giving them back only when you had washed them. You were humming along to music playing softly on your phone, as you cooked — you had seemingly picked up his favorites from the bakery nearby and even were making some scrambled eggs for the both of you. 

How did he get so lucky? 

He sneaks up on you, his arms curling around your middle, as you jump slightly, before relaxing into his touch, “Kento, I didn’t wake you, did I?” And he’s pressing a kiss to your cheek — you smelt so good, like lavender, apples, freshly baked bread — “baby—“ 

“No, I just woke up when I didn’t feel you beside me,” he sighs into the nape of your neck, “did you stop by the bakery?” 

“Yes and I think the worker has a crush on you,” you chuckle, as he hears the click of the stove turning off, “she asked about you,” and you turn to face him, lips curled in a teasing smile, “you interested?” 

“No, I’m only interested in my wife,” he hums, finding your lips in a kiss, his lips curling, “my very beautiful wife,” 

“Oh, I’m beautiful? What else am I?” You tease, but then he’s tilting your chin up, lips pressing to your forehead first. 

“Lovely,” he murmurs, as his lips move to one cheek, and then the other, “honest,” lips finding your nose, “far too kind,” and then your lips again, “perfect,” 

“Kento…” and he’s kissing you in earnest now, his hand cupping your cheek, while his other arm curls around the small of your back, “shouldn’t we have breakfast?” 

And he only smiles, speaking before finding your lips again, “it can wait, I have to start my day with the best part of it, don’t I?” 

✴︎ a/n: i woke up to all the edits of nanami and i'm depressed to say the least. but it's okay he's in malaysia with us, right? denial, denial is my only option.

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