Be My Valentine?

Not Just Anybody | baby daddy!sukuna x f!reader

summary: on the rare occasion that sukuna takes his nephew out to the park, he notices another kid with blush pink hair— a baby to be exact. he tries not to stare too much, but it’s hard not to, it’s a rare hair color. it’s not until the baby’s mother takes her out of the swing set and back into her stroller when he realizes why you ghosted him almost 2 years ago.

genre/warnings: hidden child trope, ex-fwb to co-parents to lovers, angst, fluff, smut

notes: im very excited to announce this upcoming one-shot as a part of @indiewritesxoxo friday night flicks event! the release date is still tba and im limiting the tag list to 50, but i’ll definitely be giving updates throughout the writing process ❤️

nanami's daughter went through an identity crisis at the age of four.

you were teaching her how to write her own name. she happily exclaimed that she can do it herself, after all papa taught her all the alphabets. she clumsily jot down her supposed name and showed it to you, looking very much proud

suethart nanami

you were confused but told her this was not her name. she looked up at you with confused big doe eyes, the color the same as your husband's

"but thats what papa calls me?"

you chuckled behind your hand and explained to her what her actual name was and how it wasnt sweetheart. she looked so devastated that you almost wanted to rename her.

"no, its sweetheart!"

later that evening, before nanami could even announce he was home and put out his shoes, his daughter went to him running

"papa! whats my name??" she asked very firmly, with arms crossed and brows furrowed

he raised his eyebrow at you to see if it was another tiktok prank where he was supposed to call her 'my princess' (hed gladly do that). you just shrugged your shoulders at him, looking very much done. he fondly huffed, things are always so chaotic with you two, but he wouldnt have it any other way. he smiled softly and patted his baby's fluffy haired head

"sweetheart, at least let me put out my shoes first-"

she cheered happily and threw herself in nanamis arms. out of instinct, he held her, with all the gentleness in the world.

"see mama?? i told you my name was sweetheart!!" she then proceeded to give you a 'i told you so' look

nanami, still very much confused and not out of his shoes looked at you, asking for help. you just sighed heavily

later during dinner time, you and nanami both taught your baby about real names and pet names. she got so pouty after she learnt that her name was neither sweetheart nor baby nor honey, it was taking nanami a lot of willpower to not her rename her sweetheart and bring back her sunny smile. but you reassured her that to you guys she will forever be 'sweetheart'. she lit up at your words and proceeded to happily munch her food

nanami blinked. well that was easy.

tho she had another breakdown when she found out that your name wasnt actually 'my love'.

he thinks he's gonna eat him

tfw ur wife turns into a cat 🐈 (based on this cute fic by @pseudowho )

gojo reminds me of 2010 justin bieber

they’re literally the same person HELP

The fact that humans can be killed through physical means is so ridiculous to me

Dog-sitter!Toji - chapter 10

last chapter - series masterlist

Synopsis: Toji was quite accustomed to objectifying himself for a check. And to be frank, far worse actions as well. Now he’s not sure what to do with himself after meeting the kind and generous owner of the dog he pet-sits for.

read along as Toji learns that you don't need to lose yourself in order to love and be loved.

Qouth the poet, 'Come, love and health to all; then I'll sit down.' Only, at this feast of heart, the mind and soul is clear as day.

--

It had been right around late January when you started noticing your dog's anxiety. Early February before Toji started to look after the sweet boy while you worked. Back then, you had spent early mornings in the dark preparing for the day and late nights in the office, readying your space for the next shift.

The days had been monotonous, bleeding into one another. Quickly, you began to break under the weight of the expectations from your peers and superiors. It seemed that nothing you did was worthy of praise and every little error stood out more than any others. All achievement was expected of you and in the event you fell short, the worst you could hear would always be the silent thoughts coming from yourself.

It hadn't taken long for Toji to become an active part of your lives. And now, as the seasons changed, so too did your routine. With the advent of Toji, you were kept to a strict standard of self-care. The winter weather had always been a burden to you, only now, a warmth you hadn't ever known presented an arrival, coming into existence in the form of heated palms and gentle brushes on your cheek.

Toji would not hesitate to flick your forehead if ever he felt you were working too much. He had seen those parts of you and was determined to look after you in any way you would let him. With the growing relationship, he no longer would stand by and let you work yourself to the bone.

The new routine came comfortably, you and he simply fit into each other's lives without sharp edges or bumps. And not much changed in the dynamic you held. You had fallen into life with each other quickly and genuine was the care you had for one another.

Only now, in the evening when he finds you at your desk, pouring over something he doesn't even want to try and understand, instead of leaving you to your devices like a good employee, he leans down and kisses you. Waiting patiently for your acceptance before making sure you weren't overdoing things.

--

He kisses you often these days, as you are aware, he is not the type to hold back and he feels the urge to share breaths often. The urge to synch his heartbeat with your own when he holds you to his chest.

Toji's life had shifted so much in the past year that it could give him whiplash if he weren't so grounded in you. True to his word, he loves to look after the dog, only this time around, it wasn't because of the uncanny luck of the job, the generosity of this strange workaholic. No, it was because he had always been one to want the best for his family.

And for his you? Though he watches the dog with regularity, he refuses any money you could offer him. This was one of the real changes between the pair of you. And try as you might, Toji was stubborn in his assertions. It had come to be one of your first true arguments, but Toji was determined to push away any generosity that was not the food, amenities, or affection of yours.

He would see your frustrated expression when turning your money away. Had it been anyone else to push back against his wishes, he might have lashed out, but he knew well that he could only hold adoration for you.

Life had just as much routine to it for him as it did for you. He took up working at a shelter just by your neighborhood. He brought the dog with him often, and the socialization was good for both parties.

Plus, you always got all excited when he would send pictures of your boy playing with other dogs. More than anything, he loved to see you happy.

And as it would turn out, Toji made a very good trainer. He kept busy, on his feet and such. It felt good, to be outdoors so often. Working with the animals to help them overcome any issues that might keep them from adoption was one of his main goals now.

And beyond that, he was making his own money, that part felt good too, to retire the title of 'employee' from you. He would grin at the thought. So out of his league, and still, he had graduated to something far more intimate with you.

--

Toji had come over early one morning, intending to catch you before you left for the office. You were slipping your shoes on right as he stepped through the threshold of your side door.

He was dressed in a fitted pair of canvas pants. A thick hoodie hung just at his hips, and he swung his keys around in a loop as he leaned up against the doorframe, watching you move.

"Mornin'." Toji grins at you, the dog was bounding around him, well aware that a car ride awaited him in his near future. Panting in excitement.

"Good morning." You smile, trying to fix your makeup in a mirror on the wall, "You've certainly got him all excited." You laugh, tilting your head to the exasperated dog, his leg thumping loudly on the hardwood as Toji scratches behind his ear.

The man watches as you reach over to swing your jacket over your shoulders. He nearly bolted to you at the opportunity to be of service. Pulling your arm through the sleeve and wrapping you up comically tight. He sways you from foot to foot, his chin on your head.

You giggle, "He really likes going with you, ya know?" You look at the dog by the door patiently swaying his tail while looking between Toji and his car in the driveway.

"Oh yeah?" Toji leans down, kissing your neck. Not sensual, just sweet. He hums, wanting to stretch out the moment as long as he could. Silently promising to himself come over early from now on.

"Yeah." You pull his arms from your body and turn to wrap yourself in him instead. "You'll be here for dinner?" Your ear finds his pulse and you chuckle to yourself at the sheer speed with which it beats, and the fact that he acts all cool, you'd never have guessed.

Toji hums, head still resting on you, "I'd never miss it."

--

On one particular morning, Toji was off work, staying at your place. You had been leaving the house early that week, needing to implement a new system update for your company's software. A lot of the transfer relied on you and because of this, you were taking the brunt of the stress.

At one point in your life, coming home after a long day to another person with whom you would reliably need to interact with, would be, if nothing else, exhausting. Somehow, with Toji, that was not the case.

Coming home and seeing him there on the couch was like a breath of fresh air. You felt a fair bit giddy knowing he would be waiting for you during your commute those evenings.

You would find yourself excited, leaving for the office during such stressful days, knowing that by the end of your shift, he would be there for you.

That week, Toji had been watching you closely. He would come home from work and immediately prep some nutrient-dense meal.

One of the perks of loving a largely fit individual was that he knew how to get protein and vitamins, and he made sure to stock you full.

It was almost cute at times. Clearly, he didn't want to overwhelm you or be a bother. Still, he would stand awkwardly in the hall and murmur something about being sure to drink some water. That or just coming out and asking if you'd eaten. And if you had, he would want to know it was.

He never came across as a hyper-protective parent, simply caring. He knew you worked a lot and that you needed fuel. Sometimes being the one to care for you was more reliable. He knew you could forget at times. And that was okay, he didn't mind.

--

One of his favorite parts of the day would be when he got to tuck you in before leaving in the evenings. He didn't actually tuck you in, not in the usual sense of the word, but that's what he liked to call it.

He always predicted when you would start to offer to walk him to his car and would adamantly refuse to let you get the words out.

No, no, no, he was not going to let you out in this cold, are you crazy? You would be staying nice and warm, wrapped up in this fuzzy blanket that he kept mussing around you.

The best part about the whole thing for him was that for the first sustainable time in his life, he did not feel a pressure to be anyone but himself. He never felt compelled to change around you, to be someone else that you would like more. He could please you not by constant vigilance to create someone loveable, but rather, by being honest.

Looking back on his past, he had lived in a constant state of anxiety, a tension that was exhaustive. He wasn't a friend, a lover, or an employee. His relationships were never professional or real. He was whatever someone wanted from him at any given moment and then, after the fact a hollow shell of whatever he could salvage.

He was no longer void, he was fulfilled, his glass was half-full, he was no one but himself, and you wouldn't ask him to be anyone else.

For the first time, possibly ever, he did not have to lose himself to love or be loved.

--

One rainy afternoon, you asked him to move in with you.

It had been a recurring thought of yours, wondering how you should ask him. It came up naturally one evening. You were both lying on the couch, the dog at your feet. A blanket covered the entirety of your body. You had given up trying to share with the warm-blooded man.

Some movie was playing but neither of you was paying close attention as you flipped between different conversations.

Eventually, you just let it slip, "You know, you're here enough, and you've lived here before. Why don't you just move in?"

You weren't sure what you expected as his response, but when he grabbed your hand, kissing the back while shaking his head "no", you knew, it hadn't been that.

You tried to pull back but he wouldn't allow it, "What? Why not?" Your brows got all furrowed suddenly and he nudged a knuckle between them to smooth the disturbance there.

He smelled the lotion on your arm, finding the words, "Not yet...." He gave the back of your hand a lick and you really did jerk back this time. Wiping it off on his pant leg, laughing.

"Eww Toji-"

He slid his shoulder down on the back of the couch to lean on you, "One day... but not yet." He could see the gears turning in your head and he simply tapped your nose with a finger, "And it's not because I would feel like a leach, I just... I want to be ready?" Even he struggled to reach for the phrasing.

"I wanna pay everything off." He looked at you, "Don't even think to offer." You huffed, annoyed that he rarely let you pay for stuff anymore. "I wanna... I wanna be someone you deserve, I want to be good for you the way you've been good for me."

He had such a tender look on his face. It almost hurt to hear him say such a thing. "Toji..." You narrowed, pulling back from the weight of him to see his face "Whyever would you not be deserving? You've been nothing but...pure goodness for me." You scoff.

He rolled his eyes but that only frustrated you more. You shoved his shoulder a bit, only pushing yourself back, the damn immovable object he was.

"No." You continued on, serious, "You allowed me a more efficient schedule, you helped the dog overcome his anxiety, you... for heaven's sake Toji, you saved his life- twice!" You leaned forward now, yanking the blanket down onto your lap.

"You listen to me and you care, you help me stand up for myself and you cook for me, and you're ever so sweet" You tugged on his earlobe when he tried to look away from your gaze, "You have never been anything but good for me."

He just stared at you then, replaying your words over and over in his head. "But I won't ask you to do anything if you'd rather stay in your apartment until you're more comfortable; that's fine."

He wouldn't say it, but you knew he was at least slightly concerned about the wealth dynamic. After confessing to you that he didn't want to be paid anymore, the idea of being an employee to you was a long-gone notion.

Toji smiles down at you then, bringing the blanket back up under your chin. "Well... this place is closer to the shelter..." He shrugs, allowing himself to really consider the idea.

He loved his job, he loved how fulfilled he was, and most of all, he loved you. You had changed his life and set him on a whole new path. Opening his eyes to a new way of life that he had thought impossible for the likes of him.

If he could repay such a kindness, he would spend the rest of his life attempting to do so, with eager love more than any conviction.

And the funny part is? You felt the same way about him.

And in that dim living room, some silent movie droning on in the background, the dog at his feet, he can picture a future where you leave him notes. Something similar to how you once did, only this time, you would be asking him to pick up groceries for your shared kitchen. Something simple like that.

He wanted it badly, the domesticity. The house would look so different, though he had been staying there for over a year now, knowing it belonged to the beautiful word that is "us".

And God willing, that "us" would propagate into every second of his timeline. Every moment of his life. Every breath he took. Every pounding in his chest. Everywhere, his everything, till the moment he was dragged from this earth.

And above all, on that living room sofa, in that moment, he felt the most affection for the knowing little friend at his feet. The life that brought him to you.

For him, Toji was eternally grateful.

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Thank you for reading this story, I had the most fun writing it. I was deeply inspired to create a world where Toji could live comfortably without being forced to give of himself. In doing so, I was motivated to bring actual writing back to my blog for the first time in four? five years?

If you have dog-sitter toji thoughts, feel free to shoot them into my inbox! This chapter was intended to serve as an epilogue but who knows? I might add little one-shots in the future.

Thank you for following this journey! I had a blast! I will likely go through chapter by chapter and edit the story but for now, I hope the conclusion brings you peace!

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⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it’s a beautiful day to save lives ft, satoru gojo

💌 neurosurgeon!gojo headcanons | smut mdni

neurosurgeon!gojo who you meet in a bar on the night before your first day at your new job. you didn’t intend to get as drunk as you did, and you didn’t intend to kiss this really cute guy at the bar, but you more than definitely didn’t intend to bring him back to your apartment

“oh- fuck.”, you whine as he continues pounding into you, his hand wrapped around your neck with the other roughly grabbing onto the plush of your hips. his brows furrowed as he chases both of your highs with his own faint whimpers, his movements just so perfectly hitting your g-spot as you wrap your legs around his waist and throwing your head back because of pure euphoria he was giving you

neurosurgeon!gojo who wakes up in your bed the next morning after you just shook his peacefully sleeping figure awake

“so yeah, you need to leave.”, was the only thing he managed to clock onto after rambling something about being late for your first day of work while he was still figuring out where he was for a second. he thinks you’re cute, though, he’s never had a girl rush to get him out her bed the morning after.

neurosurgeon!gojo who eventually leaves, thinking that was it and you’d never see this ridiculously attractive stranger again

neurosurgeon!gojo who is described as a genius on your first day at work as a surgical intern, as one of the best surgeons in the country, even going as far to say the world. you were so excited to meet and potentially work with him with your interest in neurosurgery, even hoping to specialise in it

neurosurgeon!gojo who makes some time in his busy schedule to talk to all the new surgical inters as head of neurosurgery and give some insight and advice

neurosurgeon!gojo who sees you as he’s talking, getting caught on his words which go unnoticed by absolutely no one as you shrink down in embarrassment, praying he wouldn’t notice you

“oh my god, do you know the dr. gojo?”, one of your fellow interns ask as you feel your face heat up in embarrassment, shaking your head and pretending like you’ve never seen this man, when the night before he was eight inches deep inside you

neurosurgeon!gojo who pulls you to the side with a cheeky grin on his face as he mentions the night before while you stand there awkwardly, you really hoped this wouldn’t affect your job now

neurosurgeon!gojo who shamelessly asks you out to dinner, only to be met with your furrowed brows and stern voice telling him that it was inappropriate. he was basically your boss, who was several years older than you. not to mention that you’d both literally get fired if anyone was to find out

neurosurgeon!gojo who takes your rejection as a game, flirting with you shamelessly any chance he got despite the eye rolls and heavy sighs you meet him with

neurosurgeon!gojo who chases you for the next month, even letting you assist in his surgeries after finding out how interested in neurosurgery you were

neurosurgeon!gojo who you realise isn’t as bad as you originally thought, his cocky demeanour slipping every so often where you see a genuinely selfless and kind hearted man who simply wants to save lives

neurosurgeon!gojo who asks you out for a drink, one drink, he says, simply to celebrate a successful surgery on a case that had a 20% chance of survival after your assist with him

neurosurgeon!gojo who is so delightfully surprised when you say yes, his 30 days of chasing you finally moving in the direction he wanted, even if it was minimal

neurosurgeon!gojo who ends up buying you both multiple drinks, as you knew would happen, the both of you so giggly as you stumble out the bar together

neurosurgeon!gojo who decides to take his chances, the liquid courage hitting his head, and pulls you in slowly as he places a small and sweet kiss on your lips

neurosurgeon!gojo who apologises profusely once he sees your shocked reaction, thinking he’s just fucked up the good night you both were having together

neurosurgeon!gojo who is shut up by you, pulling him down on your level and roughly kissing him again, the previous worries you had before completely gone and the only thing on your mind was him, and the mind blowing sex he gave you the first night you met

“take me home?”, you ask as gojo catches on by the real meaning behind your words, smiling to himself as he nods with butterflies in his stomach. maybe his hard work flirting with you had finally paid off

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