#i am holding his hand and giving him a kiss on the cheek

[pierregazly]

breakfast for three ꨄ lando norris

lando norris x wife!reader

warnings: mentions of mother's day, lando and reader have a son, fluff [861 words]

request: 💗 i was wondering if i could please request prompt 3 with lando norris? [3. "Go back to sleep."]

The soft giggles broke through your warm slumber, a small smile pulling onto your lips as you felt the little hands squishing your cheeks. Wrapping your arms around the small body that had found itself on top of you, the giggles grew as you pulled his little body closer to yours.

“Mama, no!” 

The little boy squealed, his arms trying to break free of your hold as you littered his face with groggy kisses, blowing raspberries into the soft skin as the loud giggles continued.

“I think I’ve found myself a wild Archie this morning, haven’t I?” 

He shook his head instantly, pushing at your hands that tickled under his armpits, squealing in laughter as he continued to try and get away.

“No, Mama, no! I wanted to wake you up with a big kiss,” he enunciated the word big, pressing a slobbery kiss to your cheek once you finally halted your own attack.

“Oh did you, my sweet little love? Shall I give you a big kiss in return?”

He nodded his head eagerly, turning his cheek towards you with a toothy grin. Instantly pressing a large kiss to his little cheek, he cuddled into you, pressing his chin into your shoulder as the soft giggles returned.

“Archie, mate! I told you not to wake her up, we were supposed to be making breakfast for her and bringing it to her in bed, you silly boy,” Lando hollered from the door.

A pout formed on your son’s face, his face turning back into you as he tried to melt his body into yours. 

“I jus’ wanted a little snuggle, Mama,” the little boy whispered into your ear, a small smile pulling across your face at his words.

He always wanted a little snuggle in the morning, a tradition from the day he was born. From Lando picking him up and out of the crib to snuggle in bed, to the little boy eagerly crawling in between the two of you on Christmas morning; he always found a way to squeeze an extra snuggle in.

You felt him being picked up from beside you, a soft ‘no’ flying from his lips as he glared at the man above him. 

“Off you go to the kitchen, little man. Don’t you wanna spoil Mum for her big day? Daddy will burn everything without your help, Arch,” a look of horror overtook the little boy’s face at your husband’s words. He wiggled to get out of the arms holding him, ungracefully dropping to the floor below him.

His little feet pattered against the carpet, towards the direction of the kitchen. Lando turned towards you with a smirk.

“Mama’s boy til’ the end of his days, I swear,” he said with a shake of his head.

Leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead, you smiled up at him, your hand gently grazing the grown-out stubble on his cheeks. 

“Just like his own daddy, don’t act like you’re not a little Mama’s boy, Lan,” you said.

Shrugging his shoulders, he simply grinned down at you. “Course’ I am, taught him well, didn’ I? His idea to cook you a little Mother’s Day brekky, jus’ for him to disappear and wake you up.”

Laughing softly, shaking your head at your son’s usual antics. You felt the fondness inside of you grow, a yearning to feel your son cuddled into your arms again, breakfast or no breakfast.

“Go back to sleep for a little bit, baby. It’s going to take us a little bit, he got all the waffle mix on the floor. Hasn’t been much help, really,” he said.

Quirking an eyebrow up at him, “You sure it’s not you that hasn’t been much help? Don’t think I’ve seen you cook breakfast once in the years we’ve been together.”

Pinching your bare shoulder, you whacked at his hand with a small laugh.

“You brat, I cooked you brekky last Mother’s Day, don’t act up or I’ll give you a little spank,” he said, a cocky grin overtaking his features.

Biting the corner of your lip, you let your finger gently tug on one of his overgrown curls as he grinned down at you.

“Hm, maybe that’s what I’m looking for. Good start to making a little brother or sister for Archie, don’t ya’ think?” 

The soft murmur of words prompted a redness to grow across Lando’s face, his hand cupping your cheek with a cheeky grin on his own face.

“Should I lock Archie out for a little bit, tell him the door’s closed and to jus’ play with the waffle mix for a little? Could get started right now, Mama,” he said, a wicked glint in his eyes.

Shoving at his shoulder with a laugh, you pushed him away from you, pulling the comforter tighter around your body. 

“I believe I was promised a wonderful Mother’s Day brekky, no? Get to it, Lan.”

Pressing another kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your lips, the Brit pulled back from you. 

“Happy Mother’s Day, my love. Go back to sleep for a bit, it’s your day for us to spoil you for once.”

Happy Mother's Day to everyone who celebrates, to all the Mother's who are forgotten, who aren't given the love and celebration they deserve, the Mother's without their children today, the Mother's with their rainbow babies, their fur babies, their babies who are no longer with us - I hope you treat yourself well today.

To everyone with negative feelings towards Mother's Day, who do not look at this day with love and adoration - know that you are valid, and you owe no explanations. I hope you treat yourself with love and care today as well.

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #lando norris blurn #f1 blurb #f1 one shot #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x you #formula 1 blurb #formula 1 one shot #f1 imagine #formula 1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #lando norris blurb #ln4 x reader #ln4 #writing #my writing

[hitomisuzuya]

BRAIN ROT. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Aventurine x fem!reader (Separate) Smut. Blowjob. Collar and leash (Scaramouche) Degradation (Scaramouche) Praise (Scaramouche/Aventurine)

Spoiling them, that's the real name of the game, right?. I am hoping writing Scara's part will give me extra luck for his rerun😭

Scaramouche

There was a unique blend of soft and dominance in Scaramouche's eyes as he looked down at you. You were on your knees in front of him, your cheek nuzzling lovingly against his thigh. He reached down and stroked his fingers through your hair.

You sighed content, your cheeks flushed as you looked up at him. His head pets never failed to comfort you. It was an action he only allowed you to experience.

"Something on your mind?" He asked, smirking as he raised an eyebrow.

"Mhm," You said softly, looking away shyly. "I want to worship your cock," The pleading look in your eyes made his cock pulse.

His ego always doubled in size whenever you said something like that. Sighing, he stroked his hand through your hair again. "Go ahead, kitten," His indigo eyes glinted, reaching down before you could to take out his hardening cock. "Indulge yourself."

The way your eyes lit up as he moved your head towards his cock made his cock pulse harder as he pushed the flushed tip against your lips. Smearing precum on your pretty lips sent a shiver through him.

Wrapping your hand around his cock, you wasted no time licking the precum soaked slit. He let out a shaky sigh, his hand folding to tighten on your hair. Your tongue felt so warm, and so wet. It was addicting how even little licks felt worshipping.

Scaramouche tried to swallow back a soft moan as you took the head of his cock into your mouth. You curled your tongue around it, softly sucking as his legs started to shake.

He was never one to hold himself back from indulging himself in you. He pushed your mouth down onto his cock, his hips jerking up to push his cock at the way into your mouth.

"F-Fuck," He groaned huskily, his cock pulsing on your tongue as you coughed. How good your mouth and throat felt convulsing and tightening around his cock sent him reeling.

The Balladeer deserved to be worshipped. He knew this. It was such a pleasure to see you in your rightful place, on your knees with your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock in praise for him.

"Look at you," He marvelled, gripping your hair a little tighter as he guided your mouth up and down on his cock, "Drooling so beautifully on my dick like a cock drunk slut."

Scaramouche loved how limp you always became in his grip. You were perfectly happy to let him use your throat as he pleased. Your mouth ground wet and slurping around his cock as you sucked. Drool shamelessly pooled from the corners of your mouth.

You purposely coughed as you rested his cock in your throat, pumping your hand up and down the part that wasn't in your mouth. You lapped and flattened your tongue against the vein that buldged up, tearing a louder moan from him.

Scaramouche held your head still as he felt his orgasm approaching. Your eager sucks only encouraged his orgasm to build up, feeling his cock throb harder in your mouth.

You are always the perfect pet, looking up at him in such submission as cum spurted salty into your mouth.

-Scaramouche always enjoyed himself a little extra if you wore a collar while he fucked you. He liked to hook his finger into it or tug on the leash to bring your head down so he could kiss you with aggressive passion.

If you are underneath him, he liked to tie your wrists together above your head with the leash. You always looked so precious fucked dumb on his cock, your eyes glazed over and body twitching as he hit your sweet spot. His fingers would caress your throat, brushing against the collar tenderly before he used it to tug your head up for a kiss.

Adventurine

Aventurine wished the back of his chair wasn't in the way. He wanted to lean back in your arms and feel them tighten around him like he was the precious thing in the world to you.

Because he is.

Goosebumps rose up on his neck in the wake of your lips as you pressed soft kisses on his neck. "Let me spoil you tonight, Aventurine," You murmured in his ear, making his cheeks heat as he chuckled softly.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?" Aventurine said, his heart stopping eyes following you as you walked around in front of him.

You smiled softly at him as you shook your head. "It's just, you always put my pleasure before yours," He reached up with his beautiful, gloved fingers to cup your chin so you would look at him again when you looked away shyly. "Use me tonight, Aventurine. Please."

The blush on his cheeks darkened as he watched you sink to your knees in front of him. Your fingers quivered in anticipation as you unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. You were determined to make this man put himself first before you. And you were going to do your best to make that happen.

As far as you were concerned, he more than deserved it.

Aventurine's cock immediately twitched and pulsed, sensitive as your fingers and thumb skimmed a long his length. Your touches felt so doting, his eyes nearly rolling into the back of his head as you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock.

His fingers gently stroked your hair, his hips jerking up against your mouth in response to your sucks. He was reserved at first about taking complete control. However, he could feel himself fast getting lost in the sensation of his cock slowly sinking inch by inch into your mouth as you lowered your head.

Aventurine didn't dare push your mouth down too fast, his fingers tightening in your hair. "M-my good girl," He stumbled over his words, a soft whimper sounding from as his cock bottomed out in your mouth, "Don't you know you are always good to me?"

You moaned in response hearing his praise. He slowly pumped his cock into and out of your mouth, holding your head in place. He squirmed feeling your throat flutter and convulse around his cock as he hit the back of your throat. "That's my--" A breathy, husky moan keened from him as his cock pulsed on your tongue. "good, sweet girl. Suck just like that."

Aventurine hardly felt he deserved you on your knees in front of him in such worship. However, he knew he would be a fool if he didn't indulge himself. This was at your behest, and he refused to let you down. It only gave him more fulfillment knowing using your mouth like a fleshlight would please you as well.

God how exhilarating it was for Aventurine to see and feel you surrending such complete and intimate control to him. Through the static haze of pleasure fogging in his mind, he knew he could get used to this.

His thumb tenderly swiped at drool trickling from the corner of your mouth. The adoring look your eyes made it even easier for him to lose control. He hastily took control of your pace, bobbing your head a little faster as his hips bucked relentlessly, desperately seeking to go as deep into your mouth as possible.

Aventurine didn't think he was capable of whimpering so much or so loudly, his cum ribboning abruptly into your mouth.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail imagines #aventurine #aventurine smut #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n

[theotherbuckley]

Hi I am demanding Bucktommy + pet names thank you

As you wish 🫡

The first time Tommy calls Buck baby he damn near trips over his own feet. They’re walking along the beach front, hands brushing together until Buck gets the courage to grasp Tommy’s hand in his own. Tommy smiles at him, eyes crinkling in the corner in a way that has Buck melting beside him. He has no choice but to beam back, a dusting of pink blooming across his cheeks. It’s simple and it’s easy and Buck can’t believe he gets to have this.

This is their 5th date, or well, okay it’s their 6th but Buck likes to pretend the first one never happened. Tommy rolls his eyes fondly when Buck tells him that, shakes his head and says it really wasn’t so bad, it’s part of their history, so to speak, and you can’t erase that. Buck agrees, but that doesn’t stop him feeling a little bad about it anyway. But, they’re here now and that’s what matters.

It’s a sunny day, a few clouds dotting around the otherwise bright blue sky. There’s a light breeze in the air, enough that it has Buck shivering slightly. Tommy laughs beside him, shaking his head softly, “It’s like 70 degrees, how are you cold?” Tommy asks gently.

“It’s cold!” Buck insists, pouting slightly.

“You’re always cold, baby, I don’t know how you ever survived in Pennsylvania,” Tommy says.

The only thing that stops Buck falling flat on his face is Tommy’s hand still holding his own, pulling him back when he stumbles. Tommy raises his eyebrow at him in question.

“B-baby?” Buck asks, a deep blush rising on his cheeks, trailing down his neck, “that’s uh, that’s new.”

Tommy tilts his head, eyes looking at Buck so softly in a way that only Tommy can. “You like it?” he questions.

Buck is nodding so fast he feels dizzy. “Uh, yup, yep, it’s uh good.”

Tommy grins. “Good, cause you’re my baby,” he says winking at Buck.

Bucks sure that his face must match the colour of his birthmark now, not only does the pet name make Buck feel like a puddle of goo and Tommy’s feet, but Tommy called him his. Buck really really likes the sound of that. Unable to resist any longer, Buck pulls Tommy closer by their joined hands and kisses him deeply, his free hand coming to rest on Tommy’s neck.

When he pulls back, after a few extra chaste kisses to his mouth, Buck says smiles, “Now I have to come up with a name for you.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” Tommy replies.

“Hmmm,” Buck tilts his head in thought. “Darling.”

Tommy scrunches his nose, in a way that Buck finds ridiculously adorable but knows it means that one’s off the table. “Hm, okay, okay, what about sweetheart?”

Tommy shakes his head, “you’re the sweetheart.” Buck blushes but nods.

“Okay, then what about doll?”

“Are you 100 years old?” Tommy says scrunching his face tighter. “You’re not very good at this, he says fondly.”

“Uh, rude!” Buck says in mock offence. “See if I’ll give you a pet name now, Thomas.”

Tommy opens is mouth wide in fake shock. “You’re an idiot,” he says, playfully hitting Buck in the chest.

“Nuh-uh,” Buck says, laughing as he shakes his head. “I’m your baby.”

“Damn right you are,” Tommy says softly, raising their joined hands and kissing Buck’s knuckles. “All mine.”

#hope you enjoyed James ☺️ #purple asks #bucktommy #911 abc #911 fandom #evan buck buckley #tommy kinard #911 fic #911 ficlet #bucktommy fic #bucktommy ficlet #purple writes

[spilledartery]

ANGST FEED US ANGST PLEASE

to conceive . . . ( kunikuzushi )

[ male reader, kingdom ! au, angst, trans ! kunikuzushi, infertility, sex. fujoshis, mlm fetishizers, dni. ]

he’s broken, he concluded. kunikuzushi felt tears well in his eyes, his hand instinctively going to his flat belly – a harsh truth that it will forever be that way. the mage, who broke the news to him, gave him an empathetic look.

what would you say? will you be mad? no, no, he knows you won’t be. you’re the kindest emperor ever. it was why he felt such a failure that you, a king, chose him, a mere commoner before you made him your consort, but he failed giving you an heir.

he won’t be pleased, he will hold a grudge against me, kunikuzushi’s mind kept slipping in the dark as he heads back to your shared chambers. he will find someone else—

he sits on the bed. it was only now that he noticed his shoulders were shaking violently as he sobs. he’s failed his sole purpose in life, of giving you an heir. he felt so undeserving of his title as your consort – you put him on such high regard, defend him whenever other nobles gets too rowdy with their mouths, and yet he can’t even pay you back by bearing a child.

that night, kunikuzushi laid on his side of bed, far away from you. he would usually be buzzing with excitement whenever he sees you at the door, but now...

“beloved,” you whispered, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. “has something happened? come, please, love. talk to me.”

your soft, reassuring tone made him crumble. for the umpteenth time that day, he cried. he gripped the sheets tight that his knuckles turned white. he sniffled.

“oh, love.” the next thing kunikuzushi knew, he was sitting on your lap; your arms were around his waist protectively. you gazed up at him with nothing but deep love and admiration. he doesn’t deserve you, you deserve someone better than keeping being wed to someone broken as him. “why do you cry?” you asked.

“i – i...”

kunikuzushi lets himself be selfish and clung onto you, putting his arms around your neck and sobbing against your shoulders. he grips your robes tight, afraid that you’ll slip away – but he knows you aren’t like that.

in the dim moonlight illuminating your chambers, you held him as he cried. you didn’t pry after his stammering, you just let him cry and cry, until he felt like there are no more tears coming out of him. he sniffled, steeling himself. he still holds you tight. “i w-went to the mage, earlier,” he hiccups, and you run your hands up and down his back gently, letting him know that you’re listening. “and... and i’m...” he felt tears again – it seems like there are more. “i cannot conceive. i-i’m broken! i’m infertile, i cannot give you an heir! i’m so sorry, your majesty, i am so sorry – please, forgive me — ”

through his mantra of “you deserve someone better, someone who can give you a child,” you console him by cupping his cheeks gently in your hands. “you are not broken, my love. it’s... it’s okay. there are plenty other ways of getting a child, yes?”

no. no. he knows how much you value tradition. surely you can’t just adopt a child, not of your bloodline, and raise them to rule the kingdom for the future. he knows you are only saying this to make him feel better, and he wants to slap you for it.

“hush, now, darling,” you said, wiping the tears from his eyes. “it’s okay.” then, you kissed him, chaste and soft. in spite of himself, he leaned into the kiss. he’s so selfish for allowing himself be in your presence further.

when you pull away, he’s already gripping the collar of your robes tight and pulling you back against his lips. he kissed you so earnestly and demandingly, as if wanting to prove something. please, don’t replace me. i can still be a good spouse, please...

you obliged with his advances. pushing your tongue in his mouth, he can’t help but moan, one which was muffled against your lips.

you laid him on the bed, and, without breaking the heated kiss, you began undressing him while he’s already slipping your robes off your shoulders. he was urgent, while you took your time.

you kissed down to his jaw, neck, to his soft, small mounds of breasts, taking a nipple into your mouth while your hand massages the other – kunikuzushi moans, arching up to you.

in the back of his mind, a cruel voice keeps whispering that he doesn’t deserve this; your mouth, your fingers that are pushing into him, your sweet, sweet words in his ear – none of this he deserves, but he’s selfish, always has been. and so, he indulges.

he cried as you pushed into him, and you were no better, breathing heavily against the crook of his neck. kunikuzushi wraps his legs around your waist, the action made you go deeper, and his eyes rolled back at the sensation.

you’ve set a steady pace as to not overwhelm him, but he just wants you go harder and faster, to be rough, as his punishment for being a failure and being infertile. his nails clawed at your back, and you groaned, biting his neck in retaliation.

the warm feeling of your cum pooling in his belly was a cruel reminder for kunikuzushi that it will not take. again, he cried.

some time later, you and him were at the massive table, with only the two of you eating. time and time again, you’d reassured him that it is okay that he cannot conceive, that you still love him no matter what, and he was starting to believe it until your advisor opened his damned mouth: “your majesty, if his highness kunikuzushi continues to fail giving you an heir”—you can’t help but scowl at the words he’d chosen—“isn’t it, perhaps, the time to look for concubines?”

you saw kunikuzushi tense. though before he hears your answer ( you’ve got no plans of agreeing, however ), he’d already hastily stood up and ran away, tears in his eyes. your heart breaks for him.

#[ lost stories . . . ] #top male reader #male reader #angst #kunikuzushi x male reader #dom male reader #sub kunikuzushi #bottom kunikuzushi #scaramouche x top male reader #scaramouche x male reader #sub scaramouche #bottom scaramouche

[hanafubukki]

[OT3 Masterlist: Knight of Dawn x Reader x Lilia Vanrouge]

Summary: You and Silver have a heartfelt moment.

You couldn’t help but stare at Silver.

“Mother?”

“Sorry Silver, I just thought it was a bit unfair.”

“Unfair?”

“Yeah, if it wasn’t for Lilia’s blessing, you would look like a carbon copy of Dawn.”

You cupped his cheek, “I just thought it’s a bit unfair that neither mine or Leah’s, in her time, is shown on you.”

You started rambling, “Not that that’s a bad thing! You’re wonderful the way you are and precious and very loved and you’re as handsome as your fathers. It’s just-”

“But I do have a piece of you.”

Silver held your hand in his, leaning his head into your touch, “I have your courage and kindness.”

The smile he sent you then had you smiling in return, “I have your strength. I wouldn’t be who I am without you. So please, never believe otherwise.”

Tears stream down.

“You are the kindest one out of all of us.”

“I love you, Silver.” You hug him tightly.

He returns it just as tight.

Bonus:

A pair of shadows watched as mother and son had a moment.

Lilia was startled when a bouquet of flowers were placed in front of him, turning to see Malleus holding it to him. Lilia took it despite the questioning look he sent Malleus.

“Happy Mother’s Day, Lilia.”

Lilia laughed, “Shouldn’t you be giving this to your mother and YN?”

“I have already given one to mother and have one prepared for YN,” Malleus smirked, “I have also given one to father and to Dawn as well.”

A look to his side confirmed that statement, Dawn was smiling at his flowers as the birds circled him curiously.

Lilia looked at the bouquet affectionately before floating and kissing Malleus’ forehead.

“Thank you, Malleus.”

As YN and Silver joined their group, Malleus shared a look with Silver, knowing he thought the same.

Thank you for loving us. We wouldn’t be who we are today without any of you.

Happy Mother’s Day 🌺🌷💞

I’m late, but it’s better late than never. 🤣🫶

This has been in my drafts for five months Omg

#twst knight of dawn x reader x lilia Vanrouge #lilia vanrouge #twst knight of dawn #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst dawn knight x reader #twst knight of dawn x reader #general lilia vanrouge x reader #twst silver #silver vanrouge #malleus draconia #twst fluff #twst scenarios #twst dawn knight #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x you #tkod

[mynameismckenziemae]

All of Me

Part 4

(previous part here, next part here)

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x You

Summary: Jake spends the night and is there to comfort you after another nightmare.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, oral (f receiving). Mentions of medical stuff, hints of postpartum depression, probable naval inaccuracies, probable medical inaccuracies, mentions/memories of losing a spouse.

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“Which one is the shampoo?” Jake asks from behind you in the shower.

“This one,” you reply, handing him the bottle over your shoulder. “Oh, you don’t have to-“

“I want to,” Jake interrupts as he begins to wash your hair. “Besides, I’m the reason you had to shower.”

You laugh, remembering the horror on his face when he realized there was cum in your hair.

“It’s fine,” you sigh as his fingers massage your scalp, “but I’ll let you keep going; that feels amazing.”

“Mmm, good,” his cock twitches against your ass but he makes no move to take things further as he turns you to rinse. “Conditioner?”

You knock over one of Drew’s toys as you hand him the bottle and your stomach turns unpleasantly as it brings you back to reality.

This is too intimate.

“Wait, I can-“

“Let me,” he murmurs. The rumble of his voice makes you shiver. “When’s the last time you let someone take care of you?”

Before Andy got sick. Before he died and took a piece of you with him.

“I don’t remember,” you lie, eyes closing as he works the conditioner through your hair.

“Just friends,” he reminds you, “no strings, no expectations.”

“Just friends,” you agree.

He works a moan out of you when his thumbs push into the muscles of your neck.

“You’re so tense,” he observes before turning you again to rinse.

You hum in agreement and let him wash you next.

You reach for him after, hot and hard between his legs but he stops and gently pulls your hand away. “Don’t need a repeat of earlier,” he smiles against your kiss.

You whimper; still worked up from earlier and knowing he’s that affected by you has more arousal pooling between your legs.

“I wanna take care of you first,” he says, pulling back reluctantly. “In bed, where I can take my time.”

You nod. That sounds good too.

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You give him a questioning look a few minutes later as he lays a clean towel on your bed, clad only in his underwear.

“Figured you don’t want this all over your bed,” he explains, holding up a lotion bottle from your bathroom. “Lay down, I’ll give you a massage.”

“Okay,” you reply softly as you drop your towel, biting back a smile as he sucks in a breath. Like he hadn’t just seen you naked moments earlier.

It’s your turn to inhale sharply when he climbs over you, resting his weight on your upper thighs.

“This okay? Am I too heavy?” He asks, pausing as he warms the lotion between his palms.

“No, you’re fine,” you murmur, resting your head on your crossed arms. “Oh God, Jake.”

“Good?” The smile is evident in his voice as he begins on your upper back.

“Yes,” you moan, drunk on the feeling as his thumbs dig into the taut muscle. “So fucking good.”

You melt into the bed as he continues, the long-present tension leaving your tired body. Occasionally, his hard-on brushes against your ass as he works but much to your dismay, he doesn’t linger. You’re glad he put down a towel; between your legs is soaked.

“Perfection,” he murmurs and you gasp when he leaves a love bite on your ass.

“Jake!” You admonish but you arch your back in a silent request out for more.

He chuckles and leaves a matching one on the other cheek.

You bite your lip as even more wetness coats your thighs. It feels like he’s marking his territory and you like it.

He lifts himself off your thighs and guides you over to your back.

When you pull him down to bring his lips to yours for a kiss, he stops holding himself back and ruts against where you want him most.

“Need you,” you pant against his lips before kissing down his jaw. “Now.”

“N-not yet,” he stutters when your teeth worry the skin where his shoulder and neck meet. “Gotta taste you again first.”

And with that, he begins to slide down your body before you can protest, drawing the peaked bud of your nipple into his mouth. He lingers there; alternating between each breast sucking, pinching until you’re guiding him further south.

He presses kisses along the way until he finally gives you a long, languid lick that has you gripping the sheets. After he settles between your legs, he takes your hands and guides them into his hair. A sinful sound leaves him when you tug on his locks, gently pulling him where you want him to focus his efforts.

“Yesss,” you breathe when he circles your clit. You can feel him smiling as he begins to move lower, teasing you. But your hold on his hair tightens, keeping him right where you want him. “No more teasing,” you pant out the order, lifting your head to look at him, “or I’ll make you watch while I get myself off.”

His eyes flutter close as he murmurs “Yes ma’am,” into your pussy before his tongue works your clit with renewed vigor.

“There, like that,” you purr as your head falls back. “Good Jake.”

You don’t miss the way he shudders at your praise and tuck it away to be used again in the future. When he works two fingers inside and curls them to rub your g-spot, any and all thoughts leave your mind as pleasure overtakes you.

“Oh God,” you rasp as your thighs tighten around him, refusing to let go.

He works you through your release; gently flicking your clit. But before you can fully recover he’s already working you towards another.

You soon lose count of how many times he’s brought you to orgasm.

“Could stay there all night,” he murmurs when he finally climbs over you and nods to his lower half. “But I’m gonna cum soon if I keep going.”

You look down and whimper. He’s kicked off his briefs and has taken himself in hand; drops of precum fall onto your heated skin.

He leans for a kiss while your fingers skim down his back. “Fuck,” he hisses when your nails sink into his ass to pull his hips into yours, his cock sliding over your swollen bundle of nerves before catching on your entrance.

“W-wait,” he gasps, pulling his hips away from the temptation of sinking into the inviting heat of your body. “Almost forgot a condom.”

Good thing one of you is thinking straight.

You grab one of your pillows and place it under your hips as you watch him sit back on his heels to roll it on before he’s back over you. Your legs wrap around his waist as he sinks into you with a shaky exhale.

“You feel sofuckinggood,” he rasps as he begins fucking you with deep, steady strokes.

You hum in agreement, unable to form words as your release is rapidly approaching from the way he grinds against your clit with each thrust.

His rhythm begins to falter as he tries slowing down to wait for you but you’re already there; your nails score a path down his back as you cum with a soft cry.

His arms wrap around you and he holds you tight as he follows you over the edge with a breathy groan.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•

Jake’s phone pings a few times while he’s in the bathroom followed by yours not long after.

Rooster: The squad is getting together tomorrow at the beach. Do you want to come? I’ll bring Drew and you can meet us there. Bob and Callie are bringing their little girl so he won’t be the only kid.

Reese: Sure, sounds fun. What time?

Rooster: 12ish.

Reese: I’ll be there. What are you guys up to tonight?

Rooster: 🤐

Reese: 🖕🏻

Rooster: 😘 stop worrying about us and go get some 🍆. Did you download Tinder yet like I told you?

You snort and put down your phone just as Jake flops down next to you on his stomach.

“What’s so funny?”

“Bradley,” you explain, turning on your side. “He’s been getting after me to start dating again.”

“I know a guy,” he teases before picking up his phone. “You’re coming tomorrow?”

“Yeah, meeting Drew and Bradley,” you confirm, wincing as you trail your fingers over the red, raised lines your nails made on his back. “You might want to wear a shirt.”

“What? Why?” He asks as he looks over his shoulder. “Oh.”

“I’m sorry, I got a little carried away,” you apologize, “…again. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Next time?” He asks, hopeful.

Yes, next time.

“We’ll see,” you tease.

He smiles and leans over for a kiss, making the butterflies stir in your belly. “You don’t have to be careful with me.”

“No?” You ask, putting a little pressure on the marks you left, enjoying his shiver.

“No,” he confirms, eyes half-lidded on yours. “I like it.”

“Like what?” You ask, needing to hear more.

“Like when you lose control. You’re always so…” he pauses as he searches for the words, “put-together and composed. Makes it even hotter when you fall apart. And I…I don’t know,” he blushes as he hesitates, embarrassed.

“It’s okay,” you murmur, “you can tell me.”

“I like that you’re assertive; a little bossy,” he smiles then exhales before looking away. “I think…I mean, fuck. This is embarrassing. I’ve never told anyone this,” he laughs, flushing further. “I like…when it hurts sometimes.”

His eyes snap to yours when the smallest whimper escapes through the lips you’re biting.

“I’m into that too,” you admit, heat rising to your face now. “Never had the chance to explore it, but, maybe…we could? As friends, of course.”

“Of course,” he breathes before turning as you straddle him.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•

Panic overwhelms you as Andy’s casket is lowered into the ground; your tears flowing so constant it feels like you’re drowning. Mortification is a close second as you feel the tingling of a let-down and milk begins to leak, soaking the front of your ill-fitting black dress from the way Drew screams in your arms; starving for your milk and feeding off the thick blanket of grief that surrounds him.

“You can feed him, honey,” your mother-in-law, Tina, whispers gently from beside you. “No one will mind. It’s okay.”

More tears fall as you just shake your head. You were just getting the hang of breastfeeding and the last thing you need right now is for everyone to see your engorged breasts.

Your head pounds as you try to soothe him, to keep him quiet so his friends and family can grieve in peace. You’re just so tired. Anxious thoughts begin to fire in your head at everything you need to do before your maternity leave is over next week. The temptation to send the drafted resignation email in your inbox is becoming is getting more stronger every day.

You can’t do this alone.

You can’t do this without Andy.

Drew quiets from the movement as you hand him wordlessly to Bradley who’s sitting beside you before you rise and step to the edge of the 6-foot hole.

But instead of Andy’s casket at the bottom, there’s nothing; just a black void that perfectly reflects how empty you are inside.

You don’t look back as you let yourself free-fall into the abyss.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•

You wake up choking on a sob just as the darkness envelopes you. You reach blindly and instead of your empty bed, Jake’s there, gently wrapping you into his arms.

“It’s okay, Reese,” he soothes quietly. “You’re okay.”

He dries your tears when you eventually relax in his arms. “Do you want-, will you tell me about him?”

“Andy?” You ask, voice croaking.

“Yeah,” he replies as he hands you the bottle of water from your nightstand. “You were saying his name in your sleep. It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

You shake your head as you take a drink. “What do you want to know?”

“Everything. Anything,” he replies, “whatever you’re comfortable sharing. Bradshaw mentions him a lot, about all the dumb shit they’d do. I’d like to hear your version.”

You smile, only imagining the things Bradley has to say before taking a deep breath. “Okay.”

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•

You started by giving him an overview of your rough start in life; the lack of a father and the rocky relationship you had with your mom.

“Sounds like Bradshaw,” Jake laughed when you told him how Bradley played a part of you getting together.

“Andy was my first healthy relationship,” you say, resting your head on his chest. “He never pressured me to get in my pants, he texted first, his parents welcomed me with open arms, I was more than just a pretty face,” you sigh. “I know it doesn’t sound that special but it helped heal the hurt little girl inside me.”

“We got married not quite 2 years later and started trying for a baby. We were so happy.” A big tear escapes as you continue. “Then the weakness started. He had been hiding it for a while and downplayed the severity of it as I started to notice. When his backseater had take over the controls and make an emergency landing there was no more denying it.”

“Damn,” Jake curses softly, understanding how much it had to hurt when they took away his wings.

“We stopped trying to conceive while we waited for a diagnosis, not wanting to bring a baby into the mix when there was so much unknown. I went to the doctor to get on birth control and found out I was already pregnant,” your voice cracks as you remember the warring emotions that flicked over Andy’s face at the news. Joy, sadness, excitement, fear. “We got his ALS diagnosis 3 days later.”

Jake squeezes your shoulder as he waits for you to go on.

“It progressed quickly. Well, we think it did at least; hard to say when we don’t really know how long Andy had been hiding it,” another sigh leaves you before you continue. “He was in a wheelchair halfway through the pregnancy and his parents asked us to move in not long after so Tina could take care of him when I was working. He was no longer able to speak by the time Drew was born. But I was so happy he was able to meet him. He died not even 3 months later.”

“I’m so sorry, Reese,” Jake murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“Me too,” you say, voice shaking. “He would’ve been the best dad.”

“Sounds like it,” he agrees. “Bradshaw always says the same thing.”

“I had been dreaming about the funeral, God, I was such a mess. My hormones were all over the place, I hadn’t been sleeping, was barely eating, wouldn’t accept help from anyone, and was supposed to go back to work a week later. To top it all off, I was breastfeeding and when Drew started crying, my milk let down and I leaked through my dress,” you cringe, remembering the way you soaked the fabric. “I was so overwhelmed by grief, I wanted nothing more than to climb in that hole and die too.”

He sniffs and you realize he’s crying too.

“Tina and Ron begged me not to move out after he passed. They wanted to help with Drew so I could finish my degree, insisting that’s what Andy wanted. Bradley started taking Drew for a few hours at a time so I could go to therapy,” You smile. “That’s how their boys' nights started.”

He listens intently as you tell him more, asking questions here and there but soon the steady rhythm of his heart lulls you to sleep.

•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•<•>•

A/N: started spicy 🌶️, ended with tears 😭 I’m really breaking my damn heart with this one.

It’s going to get kinkier now that Jake admitted he likes when Reese is bossy and roughs him up a little bit 😏

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[cocamira]

✶ IM NOT A BABY — NRK

♡ riki ﹒ older female reader !

genre ; fluff /suggestive??

"Hi ki, how was your day baby?" you ask your boyfriend, holding out your hands for a hug. Ni-ki co-opperated while smiling but soon his smile faded instantly replaying your name for him a second ago. To riki, calling him baby made him feel like a baby and he hated it. occasionally, you would tease him by calling him 'baby boy' in which you never knew how much it annoyed him.Today though,riki wasnt taking it.

"kiii! where are you goinggg?" you called out to him not knowing you were making the situation worse to him.At the sound of your voice hed probably snap out of it and go back to hug you,but today he wanted to stand his ground. So then he continued to walk and shut his room door with a thud.

you, on the other hand thought that he'd calm down after a while and cool off . But perhaps you were wrong.

A while has passed maybe 15 to 20 minutes or so. you start to worry that riki is genuinely mad. You wine as you push yourself off the couch and march over to his bedroom door. you press an ear to the door first for any movement or sound. when you fail to hear anything on the other side, you decide to knock. A second passes and you hear shuffling, figuring your boyfriend finally got out of his bed. You knock again. It only takes seconds before the door swings open ,and in a flash your suddenly pulled in with an arm around your waist, pinned to that very door.

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. Heat rushes to your cheeks when you realise the moral behind his actions.But before you could contemplate Riki was already crashing his lips onto yours. While you stood there stunned before giving a muffled gasp in return.

Although,your boyfriend wasnt that satisfied yet.If his other action shocked you before, this would put you through cardiac arrest as the hand that settled on your waist was replaced on your lower back flushing your bodies against eachother. His lips travelled across your neck to kiss it while marking your soft skin.He continued to leave marks on your neck and shoulders until he was satisfied with his work.

Giving yourself time to breathe.Riki bent down towards your ear giving you a message hes sure you wont forget. "still a baby am I ?"

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[theogmiemiew]

Tomura showing a rare vulnerability after comforting, or at least trying to comfort you about your insecurities <3

He was passing by your room to get some water when he heard sobbing, walking in and finding you laying in your bed, covered by your blanket up to your head. "You crying?" He rasped, seemingly unbothered by it, just curious.

You snap your head up, eyes widening slightly at seeing Shigaraki stand in front or your bed, nonchalantly staring you down. "No.. I'm not, I'm okay" you stated, wiping away your tears and knowing he wouldn't care about your reasons anyway. He never did, not when you were displaying any kind of emotions that were irritating for him, to say the least.

"I'm not blind. Neither dumb." He mutters, kneeling down to get a better look at your teary, puffy eyes. "Why are you crying?"

You blinked at him in confusion, the fact that he insisted on details unusual to his coldness. With a sigh, you decide to give in and justify your tears "I was... feeling insecure.." you mumbled, eyes looking away from his.

"Of what? Go on, finish your thought" he urged you on, gaze intensely focused on you, crimson eyes making you feel intimidated.

"Of my looks.. I'm not pretty enough, never am." You felt tears gathering up in your eyes once again as the words slipped past your lips, feeling utterly unworthy of anyone's attention or love. "I don't have a model face... my body's ugly, nothing is special about my looks-"

"Dumbass..." Shigaraki scoffed, standing up only to sit right beside you on the bed, pulling you up by your wrist forcefully and wrapping his arms around you, making you melt at his touch and gasp in surprise.

"I'm not good at this stuff, you know it perfectly. Yet you still make me have to comfort you because you're too naive to see past banalities..." His voice rumbled through his chest, fingers tracing through your hair unexpectedly softly. "You're pretty, I think you're pretty."

"So... don't cry, please" he adds, quiet plea warming your heart up, hands clinging to his body with eagerness while you nuzzled your face in his strong chest, feeling it raise up and fall down with each of his breaths "you know I mean it when I say something like this"

"...m'kay.. I won't" you sighed softly as you calmed down, wiping away any remaining tears as you stared into his eyes adoringly. "How come someone who wishes to destroy the world is able of being so gentle and wholesome..?"

"You bring out a softer side of me..." He leans in, pressing his lip against your forehead as he whispers into your ear "You make me vulnerable... and I'm not used to that..."

"Are you scared of that?.." you asked softly, looking up at him as your fingers trace patters on the back of his waist.

"...a little" he replies after a silent moment "I hate how vulnerable you make me feel... you have a way of making me forget myself... forget my mission. forget my hatred... forget the world..."

"And sometimes it terrifies me" his confession thickened the air, Shigaraki becoming visually awkward and tense despite admitting some of his most sensitive fears himself.

You lean in to kiss his cheek, brushing a strand of hair out of his face and simply holding his gaze with care, heart longing to make him feel loved "you know I love you, Tenko"

His arms tighten up around your waist at your words and he buries his face in the crook of your neck "Don't say that.. I don't do the whole 'love thing', you're aware of that"

And yet his words sounded way too bare, way too raw with the emotion pooling admist his denial of your feelings. "I don't want to feel that disgust with myself, don't want to end up hurting you with how harsh I can be."

You smile warmly at his words "I won't leave, if that's what you're talking about... I'll never leave, no matter how you treat me, I'll always stay here, because I love you, and I can't bring myself to leave your side." you whispered, carding fingers through his hair and gently caressing his scalp.

"And that's exactly why I'm afraid to love you..." he tightens his fingers around your waist "because if I end up losing you, my life will crumble to nothing but destruction, becoming dull again."

"Who knew you'd be such a gentle, sweet boy underneath that cruel facade you're always with on..." you mumbled, smiling against his shoulder, placing soft kisses on his dry skin "does it hurt when I touch you there, baby?" You muttered, careful with the itchy and dry skin of his neck.

He squirms slightly as you kiss his neck, his head rolling around slightly as he presses his forehead against your shoulder. "The fact that you think I actually have a kind side is laughable," his voice is thick with emotion.

His hand travels slightly down your waist and up, coming close to your hip. "As for your question, yes... yes it hurts, but it hurts so good,"' he whispers, his voice soft and tender.

"Sorry... didn't wanna make it hurt, handsome.." you said softly, lips moving to his jawline instead, tongue slowly dragging alongside on it, moaning against his skin as your kisses got hungrier, needier. "And you think you dont..? Have a kind side?" You mumbled, not minding the thought, only finding it hotter.

His body shivers at your kisses, eyes rolling back and lips parting slightly "God... I hate how much you crave my touch, I hate how much you want me and I hate the way your love makes me so soft." He grunts, voice getting raspy "Damn you for bringing this out of me"

"Can't help it" you say between sucking and lapping at his skin "I love you too much" your kisses trail down further to his throat, to his shoulders, to his chest and make his skin tingle with goosebumps.

Shigaraki groans, sighing heavily "gods damn you... gods damn you, you make me weak" a soft moan escapes him in the heat of the moment, and you cradle closer to him, indulging in the rare opportunity of seeing him like this, savoring each taste of it.

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[pupdolls]

some puppy intak thoughts

cw: sub!intak, dom!reader, fem bodied reader, petplay, intak is a pretty crier, multiple orgasms, a little aftercare at the end, intak just wants to be your good boy ;(

a/n: not proofread because this was pure 3am brainrot for me. it starts decent but i just lose all sense of my own words by the end of it. enjoy tho!

puppy intak who is such a sweetheart ... in and out of your more intimate activities, he's always so attentive to you, hanging onto your every word and always trying his absolute best to fulfill your every want and need.

puppy intak who always lets out a light chuckle, almost a nervous laugh, whenever you get onto his lap, kissing him so sweetly and touching him - his broad shoulders, his chest, his thick neck. his hands roam around mainly your waist, and you can tell by the slight tremble in them that he doesn't really know what to do with himself whenever you get on top of him. he just so badly wants to be good for you.

puppy intak who never acts out or complains - he always lets you use him however you please. for someone so tall and big, he's so pliant for you. whatever position, however many rounds you want to go for, he waits for your every word, your every command and is always so patient and obedient. he only has one priority in his mind and that's your comfort, your wants.

in that same vein, if you suddenly get up and decide you don't want to give him what he wants, to give him that nice, hot friction he so desperately craves, puppy intak may let out a soft whine or two, but he sits still - or at least as still as he can - and waits, he waits like a good boy for you to come back and tell him he can touch again.

puppy intak is such a good boy. he's such a good boy even when you have him laid out on your bed, his wrists tied to the bedpost with his own tie, a vibrator pressed up flush against his thick, throbbing cock. he's such a good boy even through his strained moans and cries, even with the hot tears streaming down his puffy cheeks as he cums for the nth time that night.

"how does it feel, puppy?" you'd ask, and he'd take a breath or two to compose himself, before answering through tears and strained whining, "f-feels s'good...a-am i doing good?" he'd ask right back to you, big, glossy eyes looking up at you with so much hope and anticipation.

puppy intak, your best boy, who you coo at and admire, as he takes whatever you give him, even if his cock is absolutely red, hot and throbbing, who all but whimpers when you tell him that he's doing so good. just one more, and you'll take the vibrator off, you tell him, and you swear there's an imaginary tail between his legs, wagging like crazy.

puppy intak who wants nothing but to make you feel good, so even after he's so spent from cumming over and over again, at your mercy, he still looks up at you with puppy eyes, asking, "what about you..? jus' wanna make you feel good too...". you don't have the words to tell him that seeing him cry and whimper at how it's too much all night was enough to satisfy you, so you hold him and stroke his hair until he comes down from all of it, smiling sleepily at your promise of a nice, warm bath for him afterwards.

a/n: i dunno... i have something in my little pea brain related to puppy tak and orgasm denial but that's for another time.... @xhdream this one is for you hehehe it's my first shot at writing purely sub!idol but i hope the brainrot entertains you <3

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[casukaga]

cable’s formalwear! he’s ready for a party and ready to…..well…….you know……..

— my dnd oc, cable (he/they)

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seeing people be like "why he kinda 😳" about jure gives me life

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Baby Fever?!

Synopsis: JJk men/reader have baby fever ≽^•⩊•^≼

Includes: 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 Content: afab!reader, topics of pregnancy, marriage, breeding, and having children. mostly nsfw (sorry anon) (a.n) Jesus my page has been full of baby fever nd marriage recently.

Dedicated to; this ask.

MDNI

Satoru Gojo

Ever since you first became official- Gojo had this little habit of asking to give you a baby. You always shook him off, telling him ‘no’ because it was far too soon and you were too young to start having children. 

Birth control became a necessity because of the little need he had to finish inside of you.

On one occasion of him asking the incessant question- you leaned in real close to his ear, “I will impregnate you.” you whispered.

This unlocked a whole other can of worms in Satoru’s mind. The urge to breed you was strong, but that little promise lit a fire in his soul. 

But one day, while out on a date- walking down an empty street, a child no older than 7 or 8 ran up to Satoru, Tears staining his cheeks and asking for his mom. 

Though you hardly saw Satoru interact with children in your daily life, you could see his demeanor change from a normal playful one to a more serious and authoritative one.

Crouching down to the child’s height and asking where he last saw his mom and his name—all with calm. 

You watched the little interaction unfold before you with wide eyes- the thought that Gojo was too immature to be a father completely being thrown from your mind as Satoru stood up straight and held the child’s hand in his. Guiding him back to where the child last saw his mom and reuniting the stressed mom and the crying child.

After that, more and more little instances Satoru did, made you start contemplating his little offer of giving you a child. 

Whenever you’d go shopping with him, you’d always pretend to accidentally stumble across the baby aisle.

Gojo perked a brow, watching your eyes admire the little socks attached to the onside in your hands. 

Corner of his lip curled up with a soft giggle, stepping over to you and whispering- “You’re actually considering having a kid?” he teased watching you furrow your eyebrows and hang the little onesie back on the rack. 

You shoved him with your elbow, scoffing and making a mental note to never bring this up again. 

That night, you were scrolling on your phone- watching any video that popped up of a chunky baby with a soft expression. 

Satoru was beside you, focused on his phone, but the sound of a child’s laughter made him look over at you with furrowed eyebrows- peeking over to your phone and watching the tiktok you were looking at. 

Some video of a mom showing their child’s massive hair bows- he was about to laugh at how silly the baby looked. Only he scanned your expression and got a hint as to why you hadn’t scrolled yet. 

Satoru rolled atop you, resting his head on your sternum and urging you to put your phone down. 

Holding his head in your hands- “I can give you a baby if you want one so bad~” he teased, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. 

Parting your lips with a soft gasp, “Satoru Gojo!” you feigned shock, whispering, “A child out of wedlock? What would the clan think?” you teased, mushing his cheeks together as he rolled his eyes. 

Pulling your hands from his cheeks and hoisting himself up- face to face as he placed a hand between your thighs, urging you to open them. 

Placing a kiss on your lips with a smile- “I am the clan.” he scoffed smugly. 

Toji Zenin

It all started with one little sentence he littered during intercourse, legs bent to your chest, and Toji pounding into you like his life depended on it. 

Something along the lines of, “Gonna breed this perfect pussy-” in a low husky tone. It was muttered- like his internal thoughts seeped from his lips without permission. 

But the words stayed in your mind- long after you had cleaned off his copious mess from your center. Even as Toji was snoring next to you- you stayed up thinking about the words he had muttered into the air. 

They made you squint thinking about the possibility of it. Questions you wish Toji was awake to ask him. 

Rare were the times he would sprinkle dirty talk during sex. But the way he said it, it wasn’t meant to be heard as dirty talk. The way it sounded was he spoke it as a proclamation. 

The next morning, when Toji woke up to your face pressed against his chest. Feeling your eyes watch him sleep, he woke up asking you what you needed. 

“You want to-” air caught in your throat, recalling what he said. “..breed me?” you whispered, looking at his hazy eyes and furrowed brow. 

Corner of his lip curled, “Where’d you get that idea?” he scoffed, closing his eyes and pretending not to feel your harsh gaze on his skin. 

“From you- you said it last night.”

Toji nodded ‘no’. As though the idea of him saying that was impossible. 

“Yes, you did- I heard you.” watching Toji’s smug face nod ‘no’ again. 

“You can’t gaslight me Toji- I heard you.” Your determination amused the man- feeling his chest rise in a half laugh against your cheek. 

Even a few days after- the thought lingered in your mind. Toji still refused to believe he said it- telling you that you were mistaken. 

And then Toji caught onto the feverlike smile you’d get on your cheeks whenever you’d see a baby in public. Smiling to himself as you pinched your eyebrows at the little humans. 

But there was this one time- on an elevator with a new mom and a baby in her hands. Toji noticed your staring as the woman struggled to reach into her purse, which caused it to fall and spill her belongings on the ground.

The woman sighed- looking down before peering her eyes back to you- “Could you?” she asked, holding out her baby to you- which you happily took and looked at Toji with the child in your arms. 

Toji swore his eye twitched as he watched you- happily bouncing the child in your arms before the woman reached her hands back to her child. 

After that, Toji started expressing his urgent need to breed you full of his children during intimacy- to which he still denied he said any of those things. 

“Whatever- as long as you don’t become a deadbeat again, I don’t care.” you scoffed, referring to his son he refused to talk about. 

Naoya Zenin

While he was dating you- Naoya took a lot of care in ensuring not to get you pregnant. “Children out of wedlock never result in anything good.” he would defend. He told you to start taking birth control- only you laughed in his face and said no.

That if he wanted to have safe sex- he would have to wear a condom. That you wouldn’t alter your body’s hormones just because he doesn’t wanna get you pregnant. And Naoya obliged. 

Midway through sex, pulling his ear down to your lips and telling him how much better it would feel without a condom- only for his eyes to shut tight- trying to keep his focus on not cumming, going as far as telling you to shut up. Multiple times, knowing if you didn’t, he might just listen to you.

Though you liked teasing him with the possibility. Asking if he didn’t want to see you barefoot and pregnant, waiting for him at home. Watching his neck pulse with a low gulp just thinking about it. 

In truth, you didn’t really want to get pregnant- Naoya had a point in the whole ‘marriage first, then kids.’ thing. You only liked watching his ears turn red and warm whenever you’d try and tempt him with having sex without a condom.

You didn’t think much of it- unknowing of the temptation brewing in Naoya’s mind with every waking day he didn’t marry you. 

Every time you whispered a temptation in his ear- the mental image of you waiting for him at home, swelled with his child and the future of his clan—Naoya was hanging on a very thin thread. 

And once he finally had the guts to ask you- it took very little time for the wedding to be planned. The thought of children was nowhere near your mind on the day. 

A small ceremony with his family, prancing you around like some trophy in front of the elders. 

And that night- Naoya held a gentle hand as he undid the little buttons of your wedding dress- carefully unwrapping you from the costly lace. 

You found it odd- sure. Naoya wasn’t usually the type to take things slow and gentle in this department. 

But when you looked at him, his hips between your knees with your back on the bed. Looking up at Naoya as he undid the buttons of his dress shirt- “We’re not stopping till you’re pregnant.” he huffed, tossing his shirt aside and easing himself onto the bed. 

Had you known your little temptations and offers of unprotected sex would cause his brain to rewire the idea of having kids- you still would’ve done it. Maybe with a little more tact though. 

Naoya no longer saw it as another responsibility of being head of the clan- he saw it as an opportunity to breed you again- and again. Till you were so full there was no other choice than to get pregnant. 

Suguru Geto

All it took was Suguru showing you pictures of him and the two girls he adopted when he left Jujutsu High and telling you countless stories behind the photos for you to look at him differently. 

You saw a certain change in the way you looked at him. No longer a father figure to two teenage girls, you saw him as an actual father. 

Mouthy and mean as those girls could be, you saw how gentle he was with them anyway. And you knew he could make a phenomenal father. 

You chose a tactless form of asking him. Sitting at the table eating breakfast- looking at his soft expression. 

“Would you be a dad again?” 

Suguru looked at you with furrowed eyebrows- “...Again?” unsure of when the first time he became a father was. 

You rolled your eyes, urging him to answer the question with a sigh. 

“Depends.” Geto murmured, looking back down to his phone and earning a kick from your socked foot. 

You scoffed, “On?” 

“If we are stable- money wise, and if the conditions are right.” he grinned, wondering where this topic came from. 

Your cheeks tingled in the slightest when he used ‘we’ to refer to becoming parents, answering another question you had. 

Suguru thought back to the question again, lightly raising his eyebrows at realizing what you were asking. 

“With…You?” 

You laughed- “No Suguru- with your next partner.” tone full of sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. 

“I would be open..?” he squinted, trying to gauge where you stood on this. Watching your face go unchanged at his response- wanting to hear the truth, not just something that he said catered to your opinion. “...To it?”

You grinned, “Suguru, this isn’t a trick question. Just answer honestly.” assuring him that this was a necessary conversation in a relationship. 

He gulped lightly, trying to shake away the worries of saying the wrong thing. Placing his phone on the table and looking at you with his hands between his knees. “I would love-” he grinned, cheeks blushed and avoidant of your gaze. “To have children with you.” 

You couldn’t help the shy little laugh that left your lips- “But we are a smidge too young- don’t you think?” you grinned, watching his head nod with a scoffing smile. 

“I did the teen dad thing- so maybe a little too young.” he joked- 

You nodded agreeingly, looking at him with love filled eyes- “We’ll wait till we are 40.” you grinned, watching his shoulders move in a small giggle. 

“Till 50- if we can.” 

Kento Nanami

You both had been toying with the idea of children. Small comments like, “Awe Ken-” looking at him with a soft smile. “You would be a wonderful dad.” whenever he talked about the fears of becoming a father. 

The talk of kids was spoken early in your relationship. Often were the times when the conversation of how many would come up a few minutes before bed. 

Playing with your hand in the dark, lying on your back with Nanami beside you. 

“How many?” You asked softly- hearing Nanami hum, close to falling asleep. 

A low exhale left his lips; “Two. Maybe three.” His voice husky from how close he was to falling asleep. But he was always happy to answer your questions- knowing they would keep you up if he didn’t answer. 

Rolling over onto your side and placing your head on his chest, “Twins?” you asked with a smile. Picturing the future with him as he put his hand onto your back.

Nanami let out a soft exhale with a smile. “Twins are a handful,” he spoke softly, his eyes daring to drift off to sleep as you caressed his torso.

You thought about it- remembering that you would have to carry them. “Okay. No twins.” 

Hearing his heartbeat against your ear as you thought of another question. 

“When?” 

Nanami gruffed a soft laugh, rubbing small circles on your back. “We’d have to be married first.” he mumbled. 

“Then wait a year or two.” his voice dwindling its tone as he eased into the exhaustion.

You furrowed your eyebrows, “Why?” softly blinking your eyes. 

“A year of blissful marital life before children come into the picture.” Nanami spoke, half asleep, as the tiny part of his brain that filtered his words refused to work. 

You grinned, “You wanna marry me?” softly giggling against his chest.

Nanami sighed- pressing his hand onto your back a little firmer, holding you close. “I do. Dunno why I haven’t ask you yet.” his words breathy and bordering on sleeping. 

“Should get on that-” he exhaled, hearing his breathing ease into a heavier pattern against your ear.

After that, conversations about children only came up more and more. There was talk of names and if you’d move into a house instead of an apartment. 

Slowly your own baby fever stuck onto him- you sending tiktoks of the chunky babies you’d get on your fyp didn’t help either. 

The words “Practicing won’t hurt” were uttered whenever you mentioned the word breeding. All too thankful to the iud you had, knowing the apartment would be crawling with children if you didn’t have it. 

Hiromi Higuruma

When you started letting Hiromi cum inside- he kinda just assumed that you were on something. Never hesitating to give you what you asked him for. 

But Hiromi started getting the hints that you had a particular itch in your brain that only he could scratch. 

The topic came up when you joined him for lunch- sitting outside a sandwich shop and hearing Hiromi talk about a case debriefing after this. 

Too focused on telling you about it before he realized you had stopped listening. 

Eyes looking off to the side and your thumbs twiddling in your lap. 

“Honey?” he asked, looking in the direction you were looking and seeing a mother playing with her child. Snapping your gaze back to him- 

“Sorry.” Softly exhaling, “Sorry- you were saying?” 

Hiromi furrowed his eyebrows, watching your eyes glimmer with a nervous light. Reaching a hand out to yours, “What’s wrong?” he asked- all too intuitive at what the look on your face meant. 

“Nothing- it’s okay.” Squeezing his hand assuringly. 

Hiromi raised a brow- parting his lips about to speak only for you to interrupt him. 

“Do you want kids?” preferring to rip the bandaid off rather than ease into a conversation. 

He inhaled again- only for you to speak again. “With me. I mean.” 

The corners of his lips curled, almost in a teasing smile. 

Hiromi sighed, thinking about the question and looking down to his half-finished sandwich. 

“I’ve never been in a relationship serious enough for the talk of children to come up.” he grinned, leaving your question unanswered. 

“You’ve never thought about it?” holding his hand tightly. Scared that you were illusioning yourself into a future Hiromi didn’t want. 

Hiromi tilted his head- thinking about it.

“I think I do…?” 

You pursed your lips, unsatisfied with the half answer. And Hiromi let out a blushed scoff- “If wanting kids meant wanting them with you- i do.” he clarified. Earning for you to look at him with soft eyes and a wiggling pout. 

“You mean-?” you pouted, looking at him with a soft expression. 

His eyes widened at the sudden severity in your gaze, not knowing how much his confirmation meant to you. 

Raising his hand to your lips and pressing a light peck on his knuckles “Can we?” 

“...Now?” 

You scoffed, “No, not now.” with a soft smile.

Hiromi exhaled, thinking of having an actual child- “How ’bout we focus on getting married first?” 

Choso Kamo

Ever since the first time you had sex- Choso always finished inside, no patience nor ability to time his orgasm and pull out in time. 

Not recalling the repercussions of unprotected sex- nor really caring. 

And when the conversation of children came up- You insisted on giving him an army of children. “I think it’s what you deserve.” To which he looked at you as though something awakened in his mind when you said that. 

While on dates, he would see an overly large family struggling to keep the many children in check. He would look at you and remember what you had said. 

‘An army of children.’

Between the two of you- he caught babyfever first. 

Walking through a strip mall- looking for a new pair of shoes when you passed a baby store. 

Choso tugged your hand, looking at you eagerly and leading you into the store. “Just to look,” he said. 

Holding onto a tiny pair of shoes, looking at you, and presenting them in his palm. “Are these really meant to fit a child?” 

You let out a small giggle, nodding your head yes and watching him prattle around the store. 

Asking you questions- as though you had any more idea than he did. 

Watching your face uninterested in the window shopping he was doing- “You don’t want to have kids anymore?” furrowed eyebrows and determined to cut the window shopping if you didn’t. 

You grinned, “Of course I still want to have kids.” taking his hand and placing it on your tummy as though you were already pregnant. 

Eyes wide and cheeks pink as he rested his hand onto your tummy. “You gotta pump a baby in me first.” Smiling at the fact he was already looking for things for a child that hadn’t been conceived yet. 

His mind sparked the idea of watching you grow big with his child. Made his eye twitch knowing that if you acted on your promise. That image wouldn’t be just an idea in Choso’s mind. 

Marriage didn’t make a difference to him- only a meaningless piece of paper. Like a license, or a ssn number, or money. (he’s in denial)

So the next time you had intercourse- Choso accidentally overstimulated himself. Keeping your words of ‘Pump a baby in me.’ in mind as you allowed him to pump you full of potential children. 

You did say an army of them. And Choso was more than happy to assist in creating the small army. 

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𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭: play fighting with the jjk men!

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[fairy-angel222]

𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐒

—how risky they’re willing to get in public, from least to most

₊ ⊹ ft. gojo, geto, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna

₊ ⊹ cw: smut, public sex, fingering, public vibrator, bathroom sex, hair pulling, choking, face fucking, cock warming, handjobs, degradation, praise, things that i’d be scared of irl

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓: 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

He loves small acts of affection like holding your hand as you walk through the mall. Keeping you close by his side when he notices how people are eyeing you.

Pulling you into store after store to let you pick out anything you wanted with his hand on the small of your back. Allowing you to peck him softly when you found the perfect dress.

He lets you pull him into the dressing room. Trying his hardest to look away because you know what you’ll do to him. It’s just your way of teasing.

“Kento.. does this look nice?”

Nanami clears his throat, allowing himself to glance down at you only to see you completely naked. Having discarded of your previous outfit, underwear included, to try in the dress.

He chuckled deeply, cheeks turning a light hue of red as he shook his head. “Beautiful.” He watched as you finally slipped on the dress, looking absolutely stunning as he stuttered out a breathy compliment.

He kisses your forehead when you two are leaving the store, the bags in his hands feeling like lightweight as he extends an elbow for you to hook yours into. A small smirk on his face as people continued to eye you. Both in want and in jealousy.

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

He loves teasing you in public, convincing you to wear a vibrator when you two step out. Your legs trembly beneath you as you held onto his arm tightly for support. Each shaky step making you whimper under your breath as the toy brushes against your g spot.

“Suguruu, i can’t.” You mumble into his chest with a moan. Pretending to hug him so you could finally let out some of those adorable noises that he loved to hear.

Geto smirked, letting his hand run down your waist before patting your ass twice. “Come on, don’t want people to figure you out now do you? You look like you’re about to have a fucking orgasm.”

“C-cause i am.” You almost cried out, keeping the words soft for nobody to hear.

He takes you into a small restaurant to get something to eat. Asking for a seat at the very back so you could both be undisturbed. “Hmm, how you holding up there baby?” He asked with the tilt of your head, bringing his glass of water up to his lips before chuckling at the pout on your face.

You tried to do the same, bringing a shaky arm out to grab the glass before huffing in frustration. You couldn’t, it was too intense. “Suguru, please.”

“Please what?”

You let out another whimper, gripping the edge of the table tightly as the vibrations traveled through your whole body. Eyes welling with tears as you bit your hand to keep your cries at bay. “I can’t— ahh, i can’t Suguru.”

Geto watched as you trembled, legs crossing under the table as your eyes met his. Toes no doubt curling as you slumped against the table riding through your high.

“Well shit.. that’s fucking hot.” He grunted, cock standing hard until he noticed a waiter walking towards you. He was thankful that they could see only him and not you.

Your breathing was heavy, panting as you calmed yourself down. Jelly arms attempting to push yourself to sit up straight when Geto flipped off the switch on his phone.

“Good day, can i get you anything?”

“Hi, yes. Can me and my girlfriend have…”

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

Choso gets needy in public. Very needy. He started off with just wanting to touch you. Feel you. But it wasn’t enough.

He knows it’s too much to ask to fuck you. So he begs you to give him a handjob under a table. His abs tensed as your hand worked up and down his cock, using your spit to fuck him with your fist.

He tried to keep his whimpers soft, head buried in your neck as he drools lightly. His head feeling lighter and lighter as you sped up your pace.

“Hmm, does that feel good baby?” You whispered sweetly, your other hand running through his fluffy black hair as if it was just a normal display of affection.

“Mhm— s-so go-odd.” He moaned softly, voice cracking as his breathing became heavier. Hips thrusting up into your fist as an involuntary reaction.

You let him hold you. Seeming like an adorably soft boyfriend to public eyes. If only they knew that you had him on the brink of an orgasm.

His hold on you tightening when he felt his legs tremble. “Haah— babyy.” He whined, his cock twitching in your hold as your speed never faltered.

Holding back a smile when he groaned into your skin, cock spurting hot ropes of thick cum onto your hand.

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

He loves taking you to parties, and with every party comes hungry idiots who can’t take their eyes off of you. He likes to have fun. And he’s taught you to like having fun too.

He lets you do a little harmless flirting. Getting men hard thinking they had a chance, only for their hearts to shatter when you walked back up to him in a passionate kiss.

His arms wrapped around your waist as he kissed down your neck. His eyes alone being the biggest punch to all of these mens’ guts.

“Come on.” He whispered, groaning softly before pecking your lips. “You know how hard you’re making me right now? Knowing i have the hottest girl in this fucking room.”

You giggled, allowing him to pull you upstairs to a bathroom and push you down onto your knees. Using his fingers to swipe your hair off your face with a dark smile.

“You know how happy it makes me knowing that no one else can have you. Especially knowing that i’ve corrupted you to no return.” His smile turned into a grin. Watching you unzip his jeans to let his already hard cock free.

His hand got a firm grip on your head, pulling it back to make you look up at him. “Open.” You did as you were told, parting your lips to let his spit fall onto your awaiting tongue with a moan.

You took his cock into your mouth, sucking harshly as you began to bob your head up and down. Your spit sloppily running down to his base as he began to fuck into your throat.

Groaning loudly when you blinked up at him innocently. “My perfect little slut, so good for me hmm?” His hold on your head tightened, quickening the pace at which you took him all the way. Your whimpers vibrating through his cock each time your nose pressed against his pelvis.

Neither of you flinched as the door flung open, the same guy from earlier standing with wide eyes as he watched the scene in front of him. “Well what are you waiting for? Can’t you see we’re busy.” Sukuna growled, the man scurrying out with a squeak of an apology.

Sukuna’s breathing sped up, his cock twitching lightly in indication that he was about to cum. “S-shit, love this mouth of yours so fucking much.” Pulling you off his cock and allowing his cum to spill onto your lips. Watching as you licked at his tip to swallow everything down.

“That’s my girl.”

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

You doubted that he even understood the concept of shame. Sitting you down onto his lap in front of many people with his chin on your shoulders. Glaring at anyone who stared at you for too long.

“What? Never seem a man and a woman before?” He spat, the girl immediately turning away from what she was truly watching, him.

You fight back a whine when he moves underneath you. His cock which sat snuggly inside you grazing your walls.

“Toji.. i don’t think this is a good idea.” You moaned softly when he jerked his hips up directly into you. Knowing just how to make his tip nudge that sweet spot inside you.

He hums, guiding you to rest back against him as he finishes whatever he was doing. The warmth of your pussy keeping him sane as you clenched around him unknowingly.

It wasn’t the first time he had you cockwarm him in public. Those skirts he warned you not to buy really did come in handy sometimes.

You watched as the place emptied out, a smirk on Toji’s face as there was noone around to see what you two were up to. “Now would you look at that,” he smirked, kissing down your neck with a small groan. “I can finally do this.” He thrusted up into you harshly, a small moan falling past your lips when he did it again.

“T-toji. ‘M so full.” You whimpered, he’d been stuffed inside for nearly an hour. Your pussy had gotten so used to him. Your hand came up to your mouth when he thrusted up into you again. His pace agonizingly slow as he teased you dumb.

“My girl’s so good f’ me. Letting me stuff my cock in her in public.” He whispered darkly into your ear. Looking around before lifting you off of him. Quickly slipping his cock into his sweats while your skirt fell naturally onto your ass. He sat you down beside him, shifting in his seat to block you from others’ view.

You moaned when Toji’s hand traveled under your skin, two of his fingers thrusting back into your sopping pussy before curling them upwards. Smirking widely when your thighs shut around his arm, your nails clawing at his biceps as he began fucking them into you.

The mean pace made you bury your face into his shoulder as your body shook. Your pussy already aching from the moment he had his cock deep inside you. Your eyes grew teary as your toes curled, biting into pure muscle to keep your sweet cries as bay as you gushed onto his fingers.

“Now, we’ll finish this in the car, yeah?”

ཐི♡ཋྀ 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓: 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

You’re his girl. And no one should be able to stop him from having his girl. Him being cocky on top of it just added to his way of thinking.

He loved your pussy more than anything. And he wasn’t scared to fuck you when he needed you. Pulling you into any public bathroom to have his way with you.

He doesn’t bother to go into a singular stall. Stuffing his cock into you in front of the big mirror running across the wall. Your hands gripping onto the sink counter as his fingers weaved through your hair.

“Such a dirty girl for me? Letting me fuck you like this.” He groaned, pulling your head up so you could stare at yourself in the mirror. “Aren’t you scared of someone catching us baby?”

You whimpered loudly, small tears sitting on your lashes as Gojo’s hard thrusts rocked you back and forth. “Satoruu, so go-od.” You hiccuped, vision blurring as your grip on the counter tightened. Feeling your boyfriend lean down to kiss softly at your exposed back and up to your neck.

“My slutty girl’s so pretty, does she know that?” He whispered, watching as you nodded with a cry when he began hammering into your g spot. “Uh huh. F-fuck— she knows.”

You back arched, lips parted in loud mewls before Gojo’s fingers stuffed past them. Muffling your sweet cries before pulling you up against him. Your back flush on his chest as he continued slamming up into you. “Look at you. Taking me so well. Gotta hurry up and make a mess ‘fore someone catches us yeah?”

You let out a whiny moan, glancing towards the door before your eyes met his blue ones. Your knees buckling beneath you when he reached to rub at your clit.

“That’s it.. come one baby. Let it all out.” He breathed, other hand snaking around your neck as your eyes rolled back. Your body trembling uncontrollably as you drooled around his fingers. Your orgasm raking through your body as you squirted onto his cock with a silent scream.

Gojo blinked, a grin slowly forming on his lips as his thrusts became sloppy. Fucking into you hard and fast until his cock twitched against your walls, coating them in ropes of his cum.

You both jumped when the door was pushed open, Gojo quick to pull you into a stall with hand on your mouth and a playful smile.

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[tender-rosiey]

“OH GOD! IT’S WALKING?!”

— baby’s first steps with gojo, nanami, geto, and sukuna (f!reader)

GOJO SATORU:

your daughter simply adores her father, and she is almost as energetic as him. you recall multiple times when he would pick her up smiling, and she would hold his face giggling and smiling just as much.

it’s such a cute scene, and you have at least 6 similar photos.

so yeah, it doesn’t surprise you that she keeps looking at the door, waiting for him to come back from his mission.

you’re both sitting on the ground, a little distance from the door. you lightly tickle her, “you wanna see dada?”

she looks up to you then looks to the door and murmurs, “dada.”

“he will be here soon; I promise,” you press a kiss to her cheek, and she squeals. soon, the door clicks and it slowly opens to reveal your dear husband who’s holding what you think are bags of sweets, toys, and souvenirs.

“the world’s best dad and husband is here!” he announces brightly. quickly, you get your phone out to record yet another cute moment between your daughter and your husband.

however, neither you nor your husband expected your little girl to stand up excitedly and try to waddle her way to her dad.

“dada! dada!” she says as she hurriedly stumbles and waddles her way to him.

satoru kneels down on the ground, opening his arms widely as he grins, “yes, dada! come to dada, baby!”

successfully, the girl stumbles into satoru’s arms and giggles as he peppers her face with kisses.

he looks up to you with a pout, shifting d/n into one arm, “excuse me, but I would like my two favorite girls to be in my arms, right now!”

you chuckle and settle into his embrace and he presses a kiss to the top of her head and your own.

d/n gives him a kiss—more like simply put her mouth on his cheek—and nuzzles into his chest. satoru grins before looking at you, “she is so cute!”

you quip with a big smile, “I got that on video!”

“you and your gorgeous mind,” he hums as he kisses your cheek.

NANAMI KENTO:

“kento, you’re going to grow grey hair early like this.”

honestly, you can’t blame him for worrying like this. you were finally going on vacation, so your husband wanted everything to be organized.

the last thing he needs is a headache after he finally got rid of the walking one (read: gojo).

he sits down, sighing, “I know; I just don’t want anything to go wrong.”

you chuckle, and settle down beside him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, “don’t worry,” you say, “we checked everything over a million times. nothing will go wrong.”

nanami smiles tiredly before pulling you into a gentle kiss, “well, I guess you’re right,” he looks around for a moment, “where is d/n?”

“she is playing with her toys on the mat; why?”

“she is not on the mat.”

“she is not on the what?!” you yell, bolting out of your seat and frantically searching for her, “d/n, honey, where are you?!”

“y/n, calm down!” your husband tries to comfort you, “she is still in the house, so don’t stress about it; we will find her.”

as if on cue, a giggle and a coo are heard behind nanami. he turns to find the culprit, his 10 months old girl grinning. she squeals and tries to walk towards him, hands eagerly reaching out for him.

she is stumbling a bit, and her steps are clumsy, and nanami couldn’t have been prouder.

he smiles fondly, “good girl, d/n,” he opens his arms, encouraging, “you can do it.”

she flails her arms as she giggles, “da-dada!”

d/n finally reaches his leg and holds onto it for dear life. she starts swaying as she looks up at him, “dada!” he bends down to kiss the top of her head.

she hums happily, before waddling towards you, worried, “mama?”

you breathe a sigh of relief and hold her in your arms, “you got me worried, baby,” you stroke her hair and she nuzzles into your embrace, little hands gripping your shirt tightly.

nanami lets out a chuckle as he watches your daughter starts to fall asleep in your arms.

he moves to hug you two, and hums with content, “and you say that I am the worrywart.”

GETO SUGURU:

“y/n, what makes you so sure that they will start walking soon?” your husband says as he watches his two little girls play in the garden.

he already had nanako and mimiko, but god chose to grace him with his own pair of twins.

he couldn’t be happier, especially with way the twins both care for each other and beam whenever they see him.

he also adores seeing them play with you; it brings a type of serenity to his heart.

you chuckle, “call it a mother’s instincts.”

suguru rolls his eyes and pulls you by the waist, “you showing off, pretty?”

“nope! just asserting dominance.”

with a roll of his eyes, he gives you a peck on the nose. the both of you then settle down on the grass as well, quietly watching the girls try to chase—wait what chase?

suguru and you lock eyes, and he quickly scrambles to get the camera. meanwhile, you’re trying to encourage the girls to continue their walking, “who’s winning, girls?”

each one of the stumbling babies yells out a—supposedly—‘me!’. they‘re both squealing as they walk around.

soon enough, suguru makes an appearance and starts recording, “I am gonna get you!”

the girls squeal and try their best to run away from the big bad monster.

the very cute thing that even has suguru pausing in his chase is that when one of them falls, the other waits for her or tries to help her up.

of course, the latter mostly results in both of them falling on their small little bums. luckily, they clumsily stand up instead of crying their eyes out.

they get tired eventually though, so they waddle their way to you. both of them sit beside you and rest their heads on your lap.

suguru stands in front of you, hands on his hips, “you leaving me out of this group cuddle?”

your twins perk up and turn their heads to peak at him and they giggle when he pouts. still, they open their little arms for their dad to join the family hug, “dada! hug!”

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

your husband is not exactly the most enthusiastic father.

he wasn’t that affected by your son’s first word being dada, and a lot of things that you can’t be bothered to think about.

so yeah, you’re left with the role to be the encouraging parent, and to hype your son whenever he accomplishes something.

so obviously, your son adores you more than he does his father. however, there is no denying that sukuna’s genes are indeed strong.

despite the kid’s beaming smile, he could be choking a snake. it actually reminds you of that one hercules scene.

your son also has a quicker development than most kids, but it doesn’t lessen the excitement when he finally took his first steps.

you held onto sukuna’s arms, pointing at your boy, “sukuna, look, he is walking!”

“so?”

you pause then look at your husband, “what do you mean ‘so’?” you grin, “they’re his first steps, you silly goose!”

sukuna frowns, “I am not a silly goose,” he then rolls his eyes, “he was going to start walking sooner or later anyway, woman.”

you huff, “you’re no fun.”

however, you don’t get to dwell on it for much longer as you hear the scream of one of the servants. you and your husband are looking towards them, and—suffice to say—it’s a memorable scene.

your son, who just started walking, is somehow holding a wooden pickaxe and waddling his way behind the servant.

he is grinning and squealing too like he isn’t about to beat up an innocent person (it reminds you of something or rather someone).

the servant is surprisingly terrified form the kid as she screams, “my lady, please save me!”

you have no idea how a grown woman is terrified of a one year old, but you will give her the benefit of the doubt that he is, after all, the son of the king of curses.

you sigh with a chuckle and walk towards them, “on my way.”

the kid squeals, waddling quicker after the servant who’s about to shit her pants.

meanwhile, sukuna is smirking proudly as he watches his son, “now, that’s my kid.”

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[Genshin Impact] Sitting on his lap

Note: Watch me disappear for a long time again after this update.

Warnings: some are a bit suggestive, still safe for work though. established relationship with Genshin man, please excuse and tell me if there are pronoun slips

Premise: You just felt like sitting on his lap, nothing much to it...or so you think.

Characters: Alhaitham, Ayato, Baizhu, Cyno, Diluc, Itto, Kaeya, Lyney, Neuvillette, Scaramouche, gn!reader

Alhaitham

Continues reading his book unfazed, one arm automatically coming securely round your waist. He shuts his book after a few seconds more and passes you an upward glance.

"Need something?"

You only hum in response with a shake of your head, indicating that you had only wanted to be close to him. He sits straighter, chest pressing closer to your back. You feel the warmth of his lips press on the left side of your neck, his head tilted to gain access to it.

There's a deep inhale as he takes in your scent and a relaxed exhale that follows. You hear him whisper, voice almost a tone lower and a rare expression of affection passes his lips.

"You're intoxicating, do you know that?"

Ayato

Chuckles as you plop yourself on his lap. He had been doing some paperwork, but he pushes those aside as he wraps both arms around your middle, moving closer as his head rests on your shoulder.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?"

The usual mischievous lilt in his voice doesn't disappear, he's amused that you've taken the initiative to come look for him, even though you knew he was in the middle of something. Before you could even reply, he beats you to it, his breath tickling the shell of your ear.

"Am I right to assume that you, perhaps, missed me?"

"...and what if I did?" you counter with a smile of your own. Head turning sideways to look at him. He grins, one of his hands unravelling from your middle to travel up your face, landing on your cheek, pulling you closer to meet his soft lips.

The kiss starts off gentle, just yours on his. It starts to turn hungrier, still soft, but now it feels like hot lava is churning in your belly at the increasing intensity. He pulls away for a moment only to whisper "Then I'll have to do something about that,"

Baizhu

Looks up from his medicinal notes, taking a few seconds to gaze at your back.

The first thing you feel are his hands resting atop your shoulders, then his thumbs pressing small circles near the base of your neck. You let out a pleasurable moan, relaxing in his hold. Then, as if realizing what you'd done, your hand darts atop your mouth to hide a small laugh.

You could hear Baizhu chuckling alongside with you.

"No need to hold back, darling," his thumbs continue to press circles, now downwards along your spine, continuing his massage.

"Mmmmm..." you try to stifle the next moan coming, "This could so easily be misinterpreted by anyone passing by outside," the two of you share a short laugh yet again.

"Either way, all I'm doing is giving you some love, darling,"

Cyno

He blinks as he feels you sit on him. He was always uncomfortable with the initial position, and so what he usually did was pull you and your legs up, positioning you sideways over his lap, legs somewhat dangling over the armchair. One strong arm wrapped around your back, steadying you and allowing you to lean towards him, tucking your head under his chin.

"Is something the matter?"

You shake your head and offer a simple reply. "Nothing at all, I just wanted to be close to you,"

Your honesty always managed to tug at the edge of his lips the slightest bit. In opportunities like this Cyno didn't say much, instead he liked to savour your warmth melding with his, liked to feel your breathing in sync with his.

He silently presses a kiss atop your head before closing his eyes, and staying that way for a moment longer.

Diluc

Instead of you melting into his embrace it's Diluc who melts around you. The moment you sit on his lap his arms encircle you around your shoulders and pulls you flush against him, your back to his front.

From his position, he nuzzles into your neck and sighs, his hot breath tickling your skin. He closes his eyes and shields himself from the world for a moment, basking in the safety and love emanating from you.

"Hard day?" You ask him and he mumbles something into your neck, incoherent. He repeats it as he pulls away a slight inch.

"Not more than usual," he squeezes you around the shoulders as he says so. "and you?"

You reach a hand up to sift through his hair, he sighs at the feeling and nearly melts into a puddle. "Nothing out of the ordinary," you return his sentiment.

You play with his hair as he holds you close, and in that moment there really isn't much for him to say, though his heart bursts with emotion and fondness towards you.

"Stay with me, Y/N," he makes this request from time to time, and though the two of you have already sworn yourselves to each other, perhaps he needed to say it once in a while in order to hear the answer from you.

"I'll always be here, Diluc,"

Itto

The oni is rather cluless in certain aspects of life, but when you sit on his lap he's guaranteed to be flustered. You prop yourself on his thighs, hands positioned on his legs to keep you from falling in case he made any sudden movements.

"Y-Y-Y/N?!"

"Hm?" You innocently ask, tipping your head back to playfully look at his reddening cheeks. "...Shouldn't you be used to this by now?" you ask, a laugh threatening to escape your lips because of the look on his face.

"I-Well-*ahem* Sure I am!" He puts on a brave face, but he looks like he's also sweating bullets. His hands are stiffly by his side, and he's hesitant to touch you anywhere.

You decide to comfortably lean back and Itto could not think of anything except how warm and soft you were compared to him. He had to get it together, this happened every time you sat on his lap, and it was becoming uncool for him to keep blushing when you did so. He promised himself that he would "man up".

...He still had the same reaction the next time you did it.

Kaeya

Kaeya reacts as if this was an every day thing, in fact this was always a good opportunity to flirt with you.

"Found your favourite spot have you?" Kaeya twists around to peer at you, grin plastered on his face, hand finding your thigh.

"It was tempting, you were just sitting there and it looked like a good place to rest," You returned his grin and felt his chest rumble with laughter.

"You're always welcome, snowflake," his hand squeezes your thigh, eye seemingly glinting with mischief. He shifts around on his seat, making space in between his legs and pulling you right between them, arms tight around your waist, front pressing against your back. "But you'll have to pay a small fee for this exclusive seat, I'm afraid,"

He tilts his head down to gaze at you expectantly, seemingly leaning closer. You smile, tilting your head up for you lips to meet. Kaeya doesn't half ass his kisses. It turns passionate in a split second and his hands are starting to wander up and down your thigh.

"Tsk, tsk," you let out as you part, your noses still connected, gazes steady on each other. "Are you sure it's just a kiss you want, sir?"

He chuckles, "Love, when have we ever stopped at just a kiss?"

Lyney

"Hm?" Lyney chides with a smile as he feels you become comfortable on his lap. He laughs when he realizes that you were not planning on leaving anytime soon. "Hello there my rose," His arms wrap around your waist, and his head rests on your back, snuggling into the warmth of it. He looks almost like a cat purring and rubbing onto their favourite scratching post.

It tickles you the slightest bit, so you bristle with soft laughter. "Lyney!" You warn, and he returns your sunny laugh with a chuckle, but doesn't let go.

"What's wrong, love?" He feigns innocence but now has resorted to placing butterfly kisses up and down your spine, taking a moment to lightly nip at the back of your neck before kissing back down again in a line.

By now you know he's doing it on purpose, so you twist around on his lap, and give him a half-hearted glare. "If you wanted kisses all you had to do was ask,"

Lyney finally pulls back and smirks, that same smirk that shows up when he's at the climax of a magic trick, about to reveal the grandest part. He leans back on the chair he's sitting on, placing both arms on the rests before lifting a hand up, wrists flicking upwards in a motion to beckon you over. "Well come now," the same hand tilts your chin gently towards his direction as he whispers, tongue briefly grazing over his lips, "Let me show you a real magic trick,"

Neuvillette

Neuvillette embraces you in and it almost feels like you're floating on a cloud, weightlessly relaxing in the air. His clothes help to cushion you, but at the same time Neuvillette himself is as warm as a fireplace and comfy as a sea of feathers. It feels safe in the arms of the Chief Justice, as if no harm will come to you. Sometimes you forget that you're in the presence of such an important man.

You almost always end up sliding down the slightest bit, the back of your head resting on his chest, his arm secured around your stomach. "Would you like to retire for the day?" he asks, and this is his code to ask you if you would like for him to stop working and walk back home with you.

"No, don't mind me," you whisper, burrowing further into him. You hear him sigh contentedly. With you, Neuvillette is lovestruck. Whatever is within his power, he would do it for you. He takes your hand and briefly presses his lips on the back of it. "Alright," and just like that he brings the paperwork back into his hands. Reading his notes and documents--highly confidential, by the way. Something that you shouldn't be reading--but he trusts you more than he trusts himself and that was dangerous, for someone like him.

If there ever came a day where you broke his trust, Neuvillette would most likely never trust another soul again. You alone was his deity of truth.

Scaramouche...Ruthless Prince Scaramouche?

"Whadd'you think you're doing?" his eye twitches as you jump on his lap. You glance backwards at him before turning away once again. "Getting comfy," you reply nonchalantly.

"Getting com--" the rest of the words were mumbled, you didn't catch the whole thing but it did sound like he said a very garbled and muffled "my ass" at the end of it. You ignore him and happily stay, humming as you read a book while you're at it.

Scaramouche glares at your back, taking a deep, long breath. For a moment he contemplated on just letting you do it, but the other part of him wanted to just push you off and let your butt painfully land on the ground.

As you were peacefully reading, you suddenly feel his forehead bump your back, though he wasn't holding nor hugging you at all. He stayed like that for a bit, as if he was praying to some God he believed--or didn't believe--in. After a moment he grumbles something more, but now has a firm arm around your waist.

He repositions, opening his legs a bit more to give you more space to rest in between them and then leaning forward to lazily loll his head on your shoulder, looking at the book you were reading. "...What trash are you reading now?" but his tone of voice had levelled off to calm, nearly peaceful.

"...101 ways to annoy your husband," you secretly grin when you hear him scoff. His hand finds its way to the spine of the book you're reading and easily grabs and flings it off to the side.

"You do that plenty, you don't need more ideas," his hold on you gets a little tighter, as if he wasn't going to let you go anytime soon. "Y'know what I've been reading lately...?" you feel his lips against your neck in a chaste kiss but in the next moment you feel a slight nip that sends electricity down your whole being.

"Hm?" You ask absentmindedly, the question doesn't completely register in your mind, what with his hand edging closer to the hem of your shirt, brushing against the bare skin of your waist. He breathes the next words into your ear huskily, his hand sliding upwards, and you feel a shiver making its way to your shoulders.

"101 ways to make you scream,"

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