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

can you do "what nanami says" please? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

THINGS NANAMI SAYS IN BED

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“i wanna do all the work tonight darling .. will you let me? please?

“you look so pretty in that. keep it on.”

“no covering that face beautiful, you know i love looking at your face.”

“can we do it again? please baby?”

“can we switch? i don’t .. i’m not gonna last,”

“i just want to focus on you tonight. don’t worry about me.”

“let me help you babe, put your hands on my shoulders. slowly—y/n!”

“come here. i’m gonna fix that bratty attitude right now.”

“you sure you don’t want my help? i don’t want you to hurt yourself lovey. let me help.”

“you’re so good to me .. i love you so much.”

“you love me hm? hush your babbling, sweet girl.”

“god, i needed this—all fucking day. fuuuuck.”

“i didn’t mean to tear it—i just .. shit. sorry baby.”

“no, we’re doing things my way tonight.”

“don’t make me spank that bratty attitude out of you.”

“you don’t want my help? s’gonna hurt like that, though. you know you’re delicate.”

“you have to keep it in lovey, don’t want your thighs getting messy do we?”

“can we try it like this tonight?”

“aw darling .. no tears. cmere. we can go slower if you want.”

“no. move your finger like that … feels nice doesn’t it pretty? this is how i touch you. remember it well.”

Gojo Satoru x f!reader | "we don't want to wake our baby, now, do we?"

request | tags: 18+, nsfw, eating p, fingering, praising, squirting.

The room was filled with the sweet sound of moans. She whimpered and rocked, body sprawled across the large chair, legs wide open. "So... so good..'toru, so good..." she whined, loud hiccups escaping her lips.

Satoru paused his feast and raised his head. He gazed up at her, wiping the fluids from his chin. She looked ethereal—body soft, covered in a layer of sweat, breasts full and swollen. "We don't want to wake our baby, now, do we?" he said, pointing at the crib.

She shook her head—pretty lips pouted and traces of tears on her face—it was so much... too much for her to handle. Sitting on his knees, he kept torturing her, slowly and hungrily eating her cunt as if it was his last meal.

"Good girl." Satoru purred and pushed her legs up causing a small whimper to slip out of her lips. Teasingly, he left a trail of kisses along the curve of her thighs, beginning at her calf and moving upward, reaching her sweet cunt—raw flesh, red and swollen. He ran one finger between her dripping folds then pressed against her clit, rubbing it in a gentle slow motion. "You like that, sweetling?" he asked.

She eagerly nodded, gazing down at him—eyes glossy with fresh tears welling up.

"I didn't hear you, doll," he chuckled, pressing his finger harder.

"I...I want to f..feel good," she stammered, her back arching slightly with every motion. "Please, my love, please," she pouted.

"Eager little thing," he whispered against her cunt, his warm breath sending shivers down her core. Sweet kisses on her folds, followed by one slow lick on her slit. She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, fighting to stifle her moans as she put a hand on her mouth.

He parted her puffy lips with his fingers; his tongue lapped deep inside her and his nose rubbed against her clit. Greedily, he sucked on the juices that flowed from her, driving her close to the edge.

Feeling too overwhelmed, she attempted to close her legs; however, he grasped her by the hips and halted his movement, tapping harshly on her weeping cunt as a punishment.

Responding to his touch with a gasp, her body twitched as she rolled her eyes, feeling the burning sensation in her lower belly building up. Satoru slipped his fingers inside her hole, stretching her cunt out, and trusting back and forth. He rubbed against her sweet spot, clapping his mouth around her swollen clit.

"I'm...I'm close...st..stop" she sobbed, throwing her head back as loud moans escaped her mouth. She grasped his hair and rocked her hips, seeking some type of relief. Black dots swam before her eyes as her legs shook. Feeling herself breaking, she closed her eyes and let out gasping moans; both hands on her mouth, trying not to wake her son.

However, Satoru didn't stop. He kept torturing her, his mouth and fingers pacing up through her climax. She barely managed to take a breath before another jolt ran down her spine. "Thank you, thank you, 'toru..." She kept repeating, his name a whispered mantra on her lips as her cunt clutched around his fingers. Finally, she let out a loud, broken moan; toes curling as she squirted on his face, reaching her third orgasm for that night.

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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.

guys, i hope you know that dad! satoru and his baby boy would share similar laughs/giggles and over the silliest things too. like if your baby starts giggling about a lego house falling apart, satoru joins him and literally falls over from laughter. both of their faces turn pink from laughing so hard and then they do it all over again 🥹

.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!”