Your Whole World

your whole world

nanami kento; jjk

he comes home to find you crying in bed

s\fw; 1213wc. modern au; family au; pregnant!reader; domestic fluff; slice of life; kissing; hormonal crying; comfort; little yuji and sukuna as twins; lowkey kuwtk ref; girls just want hot dads collection (⌒・⌒)ゞ

thank you @notsissannis for correcting my “otherworldly” typos

“Maybe we can eat out tonight.”

You shake some water off your hand and readjust your ear bud, listening to the sounds of the city as you wait for your husband to reply. He mumbles something you don’t catch as you scrub at a dish leftover from breakfast, rinsing off the soap and putting it in the rack on autopilot.

“I really want something…else to eat.”

There’s a smirk in Nanami’s voice when he asks, “Something else, huh?”

“Yeah,” you say as you wash your hands. “The boys will probably be happy. A restaurant on a weeknight?”

He chuckles. “Don’t get too crazy, baby.”

“Can we go or not? I need to shower if we are,” you explain as you lean on the counter. “ I’m still wearing the shirt Su spilt his milk on.”

“I thought he spilled that yesterday?”

“Exactly, babe.”

Silence hangs on the line for a moment before his laughter bleeds through, causing your face to go hot as the sound fills every inch of you with joy. Your hand comes down to cradle your stomach, a smile forming on your face as your mind's eye pictures him laughing handsomely on the busy city street.

 A silly thought fills your head when you feel your baby move, the idea that she can hear her dad through your ears causing you to laugh, too.

“We can go wherever you want, sweetheart. Do you want me to decide?”

“Yeah,” you push off the counter and head toward your bedroom. “I don’t know what I want. Something good. Maybe Italian.”

“I’ll take care of it. Go ahead and get showered. I’ll be home soon.”

You continue on auto pilot, stripping down and taking a quick shower as you think about having spumoni for dessert in a few hours. There’s time to spare once you’ve gotten yourself half dressed, and you decide to treat yourself to a few minutes in bed as you wait for your boys to get home.

You scroll through your phone once you’re snuggled in, hand slipping under the old t-shirt you’re wearing to rub your belly as you scroll through international headlines.

A gasp escapes you after a few minutes, tears filling your eyes as you read and reread the headline: ‘This Could Be the End’ for NASA’s Mars Opportunity Rover.

“The end???”

You read through the article, hating yourself as you begin to cry about a poor little rover you knew little to nothing about a few minutes ago.

“She died?”

Your mom doesn’t answer your call, and neither does your best friend or cousin. You just barely resist calling your husband back, not wanting him to think you’ve gone mad in your last trimester, but the tears don’t stop coming as you continue to read as many articles as you can find.

“She died,” you confirm, gripping your phone in your hand before burrowing your face into your husband’s pillow and crying your eyes out. You’re not particularly sure why you’re crying, but a little lone robot on a faraway planet sending her last message seems as good a reason as any.

And this is how he finds you, panic in his voice as he pulls you into his arms and attempts to figure out who you’re saying has died through your sobbing.

“O-opportunity, Kento! A l-little Mars R-rover who lo-lost her sister t-to early,” you attempt to explain. He nods along as though he understands. “She g-got stuck in-in-in a dust st-storm and ne-never recovered.

“They’ve been trying to ping her for months b-but nu-noth-inggg. Antennas o-on Earth call out b-but she nev-never repliiiies.” 

“Oh no, sweetheart,” he says, patient and sympathetic. “I can’t imagine how knowing that must make you feel.”

“S-so sa-sad.”

He rubs your back soothingly, offering comforting sounds as you stumble through a jumbled re-explanation of why you’re crying. “So awful, honey,” he agrees. “But she lived a good life.”

“An’ they pl-played Billie Holiday’s I-I-I’ll Be See-ing You.”

“A love song?” He muses. “That’s sweet, yn.”

“An’ her l-last words?” You pull away to look at him, wiping your face on your collar in an attempt to get yourself together. He blinks patiently at you as he waits, tutting when you hiccup and begin to cry again. “I’m sorryyyy.”

“That’s what she said?” He asks, surprise in his voice as he lets you cuddle back into his chest.

“No. She said m-my battery is l-low n’-n’-n’ it’s getting d-d-daarrrk.”

“Oh.” He hesitates a moment before saying, “That’s a bit bleak, isn’t it?”

“All a-alone in a strange pl-place,” you bury your face in his chest as you cry, silence falling between you all.

He rubs your belly soothingly, making a soft sound when he feels the baby move. It helps to calm you, causing you to blink sleepily as you begin to wonder about dinner and your children.

“Ken?” You ask after a few minutes. 

“Yes, my love?”

“Wh-Where are the boys?”

“They’re supposed to be picking out their outfits for dinner…Are you feeling-

“Sweetheart,” he sighs as you begin to cry again, cradling you a little closer. “Opportunity lived a long life, yn. Fourteen years, right? And they only expected a few months.”

“I-I’m n-not cry-ing about thaaaat.”

“Oh, dear. What is it? I’ll take you to see the boys, if you’d like. I’m sure you’re worrying them.”

You clutch at his shirt before wiping your nose with your own and pushing away from your husband. He seems reluctant to let you go, one of his hands settling protectively on your bump as the other brushes hair away from your face. “Yn?”

“Su ha-has awful taste, K-Kento.”

Nanami stiffens in surprise before pressing a kiss to your temple and resting his forehead on your shoulder.

“H-he can’t be tr-trusted t-t-to pick out hi-his own clothesss.”

“Perhaps we should go and help them,” he suggests, a laugh escaping him a moment later.

“Yeah,” you say, a bit pathetically as you make no effort to move. “Do you hey-hate me for crying?”

“Never.”

“Even i-if it’s ab-bout ssstupid things?”

He kisses up your shoulder and encourages you to look at him. “You could ugly cry about losing your diamond  earrings in the ocean and I’d still comfort you, sweetheart.”

You offer him a watery laugh. “I-it’s only beca-cause I’m ha-having your b-baby,” you say as you wipe your tears, grateful that you're calming down again.

“Well. Especially because you're carrying our daughter, yeah. But, children or no children, you know I'd do anything for you. You’re my whole world.”

Another round of tears come, loud and obnoxious, and you can hear the boys running down the hall before breaking into the room as your husband asks, “Wha-why are you crying now?” 

“Amma?” Yuji asks at the same time Sukuna says, “Sweetheart…”

“She’s ok, boys,” Nanami says gently, motioning for them to join you all on the bed. “Remember I told you sometimes Amma gets so full of love for the baby she just has to cry?”

“What baby?” You question huffily, letting both boys invade your space as they reach out to rest their little hands on your stomach, mimicking Nanami as his thumb rubs back and forth.  “‘m not cr-crying because of her. ‘m crying b-because I’m yo-or whole world, Kennyyyyy-”

guard nanami x secretary reader purr

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“you should stop coming inside me..” you let out softly as you bounced on the male’s cock, soft moans and sighs leaving you two, the blonde having his head leaned back, eyes closed as his hands rested on your hips. “hate having to keep spare panties in my purse.” you huffed to him as you rolled your hips, the male barely seeming like he was paying attention to your words.

you two were currently in nanami’s office which consisted of a chair, a desk and few monitors with cctv footage to watch for most of the day before going to guard the entry or the inside and all, it really depended on the day. and of course, being closed off in a lil boot like this, it does get a bit lonely.

so you coming in just to “check in because your boss told you to” or “grab something” was very refreshing and even though you were a mouthy lil bitch to him, there was nothing that a good quickie wouldn’t fix for the both of you.

obviously, even though the two of you were awfully good and quiet at what you were doing, there were still prolly few co workers that must’ve sensed that something was going on between you two, not like either of you cared.

“hm?” he let out, opening his eyes as he stared at you, tits bouncing as your bra was carefully snug under them, cupping one breast and caressing it with his huge palm.

“maybe you should stop letting me cum inside you..” he whispered, keeping eye contact with you as you rolled your eyes, annoyed. “not the smartest move. what if i got you pregnant, y/n?” he teased you, voice stone cold as you huffed, having the urge to slap the shit outta him as oh, he annoyed the fuck out of you but you really loved his dick and he could be nice sometimes.

“shut up..” you muttered, going back to riding the blonde, angling your hips just right to have you two gasping softly, quiet little squelches leaving your pussy, resting your forehead on his shoulder, hearing his shaky breaths that he was trying to hide, both of his hands sliding up your back to wrap them around you, holding you close for a second which you noticed before few times but never said anything because damn, it felt nice.

you pulled away soon, looking at him with that lil something in your eyes and oh, he immediately knew, knew you need just a little push, the smallest one, to cream all over his dick which you so desperately needed.

and of course, he knew what you meant right away, his thumb quickly finding its way to your puffy little clit, rubbing slow lil circles which was all you needed as you sank down on his cock, only rolling your hips tiredly, whole expression melting as you came hard and nice, this being the only time you weren’t bickering with him, knowing what a sweetheart you could be afterwards.

and now the male was conflicted, your sweetness dripping down his balls and painfully hard dick which was snug inside your warm needy cunt. where else was he supposed to cum if not there?

you wanted to cum at least one more time before your break ends and of course, have the male cum inside you as always. you loved complaining and teasing him but it was never really true in the first place.

“that’s my girl..” he sighed, head falling back on the headrest of the chair, letting you grind your hips all you wanted, he had all the time in the day, you didn’t unfortunately because soon you’d have to go up few floors into your bosses office like the good secretary you are.

you leaned in to kiss him, any other times you’d tell him to fuck off or something but god, now all you two seemed to wanna do was just make out and fuck each other’s brains until there was nothing left.

“c-cum inside me..” you whimpered out against the male’s lips, pulling away to look at him, all shaky and fucked out as you rolled your hips against nanami’s.

he looked quite surprised, you’ve never asked for it specifically like that so he was caught off guard to be honest but did he mind? absolutely fucking not.

“that’s what my good little girl wants? hm? to get her womb filled up?” he whispered out, using such a gentle tone which only got you even the more fucked out, trembling as you fucked yourself on his cock, nodding your head dumbly.

“p-please.. i w-want your baby.” you said shakily and oh, that definitely stirred something inside him, holding your cute soft waist and moving you up and down nice and fast like his obedient doll, soon cumming deep inside you.

he definitely had a thing for breeding and all, he loved having the feeling of impregnating someone with his seed. someone having his babies, taking care of them, being a good mother to them.

you lifted your hips up slowly, shaking as you looked at him with soft eyes, carefully sinking down on his cock, hands resting on his chest, holding the uniform tightly as you just needed more.

“oh, it wasn’t enough huh?” he chuckled, founding you quite pathetic in this state but he had to admit you were adorable when you weren’t a bickering bitch and rather a cock hungry fucked out whore.

you just stared at him, tiredly bouncing on his cock as you couldn’t even think about anything else but the pleasure from his cock.

“i-it hurts..” you whimpered out, half lidded tired eyes watching him.

“what hurts, little one?” he asked you softly and you took his big hand, placing it between your pussy and your lower tummy.

“h-hurts so much, help m-me please.” you begged quietly, needed the male’s touch badly, even just his hand resting on your lower stomach helped you come closer to coming, head slightly falling back as you closed your eyes, grinding your hips into his cock.

he had to admit, you were adorable all fucked out and dumb like that, begging for him to even just touch you. it was cute really.

“does it hurt here too, sweetheart?” he asked you softly, feeding into your little game as his thumb found its way to your clit, stroking the sensitive wet nub and he could tell how that helped you a ton, moaning needily as you nodded your head, shaking, nipples all hard and perky as your bra tucked underneath them held them up so nicely.

“shh.. come here.” he whispered, slowly pulling you into his arms, still stroking at your clit while his free hand stayed wrapped around you, letting you use his cock all you wanted.

“i-i’m gonna-“ you try to let out but the rest of the sentence gets stuck in your throat as you cum hard on his cock for the second time, trembling as you bury your head in his shoulder, not even knowing what to do with yourself anymore.

you slumped against him, letting him use your pussy, whining into his shoulder as your eyes rolled back, just so fucking sensitive.

and safe to say that you spent the rest of your break in the male’s office, sitting on his cock and warming him along with his cum, letting him rub at your back as you cuddled him all fucked out, being grateful internally when it was time for you to go and he cleaned you off gently, grabbing some wet wipes and gently wiping away his cum, placing a small kiss to your pussy.

hobie wearing this…

ok but hear me out, artist f reader having pregnancy craving and hobie is taking care of her, that would be so adorable 😭💖 really love your posts, xoxo

No listen, I’m with you in this. Part of his badass punk nature is looking after his own, like the way he looks after Gwen, and how he helped Miles after 20 minutes of meeting him. I’m sure he’d be hella attentive of his s/o especially if his s/o is pregnant. Let’s go!

Chocolate Banana Bread — Hobie x Reader

You never really discussed children. Living together, staying life long partners was out of the question. It was just a given. Children were never part of the conversation. Not because you didn’t want them, but because it never turned up.

And when you found out you were pregnant, the both of you panicked a little bit. And you weren’t sure on what to do next. And the more time it went by, the more comfortable and even excited you got with the idea of becoming parents.

Hobie was already a very supportive boyfriend, but the moment you found out about the pregnancy he became even more protective and attentive. Even when you thought it was impossible. Especially when it came to your cravings.

However, his spider sense worked almost like telepathy. Every time he came home from doing his spidey duties, or just running errands, he always brought you something. And somehow it always seemed to be exactly what you craved.

Most of your days looked the same. Working in art pieces in the morning, a couple of commissions, a couple of personal projects. You went to the art gallery you helped run and helped around with whatever was needed. Lunch break. Some more time at the gallery, mostly showing people around. And then back home. And an hour or so later, Hobie returned.

However, on one of your free days, halfway through your pregnancy, you were starting to get restless. You spent the morning not doing much, watering your plants, cleaning your brushes, organising all the paint you had, even gathering all of Hobie’s sketches and pieces of scrap paper he used for his collages and random materials for installations.

This day in particular you weren’t sure what you were craving. But you wanted to eat something very particular, but you couldn’t pin point exactly what. Chocolate maybe? Bread? You could do some chocolate bread, but there was something else missing. Raisins? No. That was weird. But pregnant women got weird cravings wasn’t it? Banana? You don’t remember being this crazy over bananas but many of the things that had changed, you attributed them to the pregnancy.

Chocolate banana bread.

As you looked around the kitchen, you grew frustrated with the fact that you had very few cocoa powder. Enough flour. And no bananas. In any other moment, you could easily grab your wallet and keys and go buy what you needed. But not today. Today the raging hormones got the better of you and you felt incredibly overwhelmed with everything. The lack of ingredients. The effort of grabbing your things. Walking to the store. On your free day! This isn’t how you wished to spend your free day! Bubbling like soda, your emotions soon erupted from your eyes in desperate tears as you tried to make sense of your own emotions.

“Home, sweet’eart!” You heard Hobie’s voice echoing, coming from the room. “Marco!”

“Polo!” You replied between sobs.

Upon hearing your shaky voice, Hobie rushed out of the bedroom, alarmed. As he saw you, he got up to you and called your name softly.

“Hey, hey, baby, what’s wrong?” He asked as he gently cupped your cheeks in his large hands. “Hey, it’s okay. Everything’s gonna be okay, baby, what happened?”

“I wanted to make chocolate banana bread and we only’ve got flour…” You sobbed softly, your eyes wide and teary.

Hobie chuckled softly and kissed your forehead. “Hey, it’s a’ight, let’s make banana bread, luv…” He said as he pulled away and swung his backpack off his shoulder and opened it. “Take a peek,”

You cleaned your tears and looked at him puzzled before looking inside. Your eyes widened, and the plethora of hormones and emotions made your eyes teary once more as you started crying again. Hobie giggled softly.

“Hobie! You brought what we needed for the banana bread!” You sobbed.

“Hey, it was a hunch. These spider senses are pretty spot on, aren’t they?” He chuckled as you nodded and cleaned your face with the back of your hand. “Come on, luv…” He said, kissing your forehead. “You can stop crying…”

“I’m just very happy, Hobes…” You cried softly.

“I know, babe…” He chuckled cupping one of your cheeks, “I think it’s cute, actually” he purred before jerking his head, “c’mon, let’s get bakin’, although, I don’t want my banana bread all salty from tears…” He teased, making you laugh.

“Let me go wash my face…” You whispered as he clicked his tongue and winked.

“Sure, I’ll get started in everything else,”

labels (hobie x gn!reader)

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SUMMARY : sleepy cuddles with hobie!

WARNINGS : none? well hobie is ooc but thats not really a warning

AUTHORS NOTES : im in my spiderverse era and i just luv hobie smmmm. (no beta!)

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Hobie doesn’t believe in labels. You’re his roommate, his friend—maybe something more. Yeah, sometimes you sleep in the same bed, and you wear his shirts, and he kisses you, but that doesn’t mean he’s your boyfriend.

“Cold?” he asks, letting you lean into his chest. Hobie moves his arm around your shoulders, chin resting atop your head. You’ve never asked what the two of you are and he’s glad. He doesn’t know how he’d answer.

You shiver slightly, feeling the cold breeze rush through a crack in the window and curl around you, wrapping you in its icy embrace. You nod into Hobie's chest and grip tightly onto his shirt, stealing the warmth from his body.

"Yeah, 'nd I just wanna sleep." You muttered with a yawn halfway through your sentence.

You can feel Hobie smile beneath you as you rest your head on his chest. He squeezes your shoulders protectively before reaching down and grabbing a quilt he keeps in a small pile by his bed and throwing it over the two of you.

You're snug, warm, sheltered underneath it. He pulls you closer to him and wraps a protective arm around you. This—this is what you want, what you need. It's good—it's perfect.

You sigh in content, relaxing into the man and snaking your arms around his back. You pull him deeper into an embrace, shifting impossibly closer. Softly humming the tune to a song you heard earlier in the day, distantly becoming aware of Hobie tracing soothing patterns into your shoulders as your eyes flutter closed.

Hobie grins fondly as you drift off. He doesn't want to wake you up, but he doesn't want to leave you. He gently strokes a single curl behind your ear, feeling your breath rise and fall in a soothing rhythm. He can't help but smile, closing his eyes, leaning his head against yours. He's finally at peace.

He'll stay like this, just holding you forever. It's perfect. It's all that he needs.

Just before you drift out of conciousness you will yourself to lean upwards and place a tender kiss onto Hobies lips, uttering a million silent words with that one action. You pull away, lean your head back onto his chest and fall asleep to the unspoken "i love you" drifting throughout the chilled room.

The kiss, however quiet, still shocks Hobie out of his reverie. His breath catches in his throat, his heart flutters, and he smiles softly. He can't help it, his eyes grow wide, his vision filled with only you.

Despite his resolve, he can't help but lean down and softly return the gesture, placing a kiss atop your forehead and nuzzling the top of your hair. It's sweet, tender, perfect.

You fall asleep in the arms of the one you love. Not needing labels to know that you need eachother, just two friends, acquaintances, roommates, lovers— in their warm embraces.

The sound of your peaceful, gentle breathing fills the air, soothing Hobie as he holds you close. He gazes down at you, still in a daze from your kiss. His lips, normally bold, confident even, are now softer, warm, gentle.

The feeling brings warmth to his eyes, a soft smile to his lips. You mean the world to him. You're everything. You're all that he needs, all that he's ever needed. He'll never let you go, not ever.

I think I saw that requests were still open, and I was wondering if you could make a scenario where Y/N’s been having a bad couple of weeks, so their mental health isn’t exactly the best, and one night they’re standing on top of a building looking down but Hobie stops them and comforts them? I also have another one, but I’ll just make one suggestion at a time 😅

hi, anon! 🪞- Hope you like it! <3

California!

Hobie brown x reader

angst. fluff. Reader has a breakdown. headcanons.

Being a spider!person is hard.

a/n : i wrote this while i was listening California by Lana del rey. You can find more here " hobie's masterlist"

Hobie hasn't seen you in weeks and all he wants is to kiss you, maybe push you against a wall and give you a taste of what you gonna get when you two go home. However, your lover knows you so well that he knows something is wrong with you 'cause you're so quiet and don't even seem to realize that he's in the same room with you.

When Hobie wants to get close to you, Miguel is sending you two on another mission.

But his eyes are on you at all times though, Hobie knows the anomaly must be caught but you're his priority. Always. Hobie is aware that you're in the same place as him, but you're not really with him. So when you both catch the anomaly he follows you 'cause he definitely isn't leaving you alone.

You take off your mask when you reach the top of the building, you still can't remove that pressure on your chest and while you close your eyes remembering the hard weeks you've had you feel less excited to continue with all the responsibilities that came with being you; take care of your universe, fight against anomalies, not fail in college and above all keep lying to everyone you love just to protect them. You thought maybe Miguel could give you a break, but he's not making it easy. "That's how this job works Y/n...". You just wanna go back to your universe and hide in your room (as if that could give you comfort) but instead you're in another universe and you don't even realize your lover is next to you. Watching your moves.

Suddenly you're standing too close to the edge of the building and you're looking down; what if.. ? You wanna take another step, it's an intrusive thought and yet Hobie is always there to support you; he holds your arm carefully before you can do anything.

"what are you doin' luv?" he tries to joke but he's really worried. "Just watching" you lie and he knows it, but he doesn't say anything, he just pulls you to wrap his hands around your body, his hand caressing up and down your back while your head rest on his chest, feeling his heart pounding for you.

"You know you don't have to be stronger than you already are when you're in my arms luv" your lover whispers while you sob weakly "I got you hun" he mutters, leaving a kiss on your temple

"This is so hard Hobie, I didn't think it could be that hard" your voice cracks, you've reached your limit and he doesn't make you feel weak about it.

Hobie knows how hard it is, so he hugs you tight as he whispers words of comfort "it's okay, we're going to get through this" "I'm here Y/n, lean on me" "you're so brave luv " Hobie knows he can't protect you from the hard life that comes with being a spider person and he hates it but he'll make it easier for you, he'd do anything for you.