Thats Cute, But That Was A Reminder To Stay On Birth Control

that’s cute, but that was a reminder to stay on birth control 😓

overwhelemed, eren jaeger

you let out a frustrated sigh as the cool air spread goosebumps across your wet skin. you watched the mess crowding your feet as you tiredly tied a knot in the towel wrapped around your body.

your four year old looked up at you with a bright grin, sprinkles and other sweet treats spilled across the floor carelessly. caramel syrup had been sprayed along the walls, chcoolate drizzle smushed into the seats of your grey sofa; your living room and kitchen was practically the sugar factory; thanks to your daughter.

words tried to find their way to your throat, but you couldn’t process anything at the moment. you were stuck. the only emotions that flowed your veins were sadness, anger, and frustration.

your four year old, emiko was babbling incoherent words as she continued to rub god knows what into her freshly washed clothes. you felt pathetic to know that at least she hadn’t touched the stove or anything dangerous.

five minutes. five minutes you were in the shower, attempting at a quick wash and go before your little trouble maker woke up from her much needed nap. you baby proofed nearly everything in the house and it still amazed you at the fact that emiko was able to reach all of it.

tears brimmed your eyes as you continued looking at the mess. words couldn’t even explain how you were feeling. your body was practically nearly dry as you contemplated what to do. you didn’t even want to clean up the mess; you were so tired.

you and eren had decided to try gentle parenting when it came to raising emiko. your family never done it, eren’s parents died at a young age, so if there was one thing you two were gonna do right when it came to ur little girl; it was be patient with her.

but now your patience was definitely wearing thin. it amazed you how much emiko took after eren. you were never a child that misbehaved; but eren was. every thing he had to have his sticky little fingers on, and it seemed he passed that down to your child. you almost hated him for it.

with tremored hands, you run them through your curls, trying to figure out what to do. “emiko,” you speak calmly.

“yes mommy?” your child looks up at you with her father’s eyes. they were so hard to get mad at. but you tried to remember the absolute mess that your home was in at the moment, and you instantly erased any regret for what you were about to do.

“why did you do this?”

emiko shrugs. “i was bored,” her little hands raise in the air for a shrug. “i wanted some chocolate, mama.”

“and i told you you wouldn’t get any chocolate until you ate dinner, emiko,” you tried to explain. “why didn’t you listen to me?”

“but i wanted—“

you finally lost it. “look at what you did!” your hands flail to the mess. “emiko, you could have hurt yourself! i went to take a shower for five minutes and instead of sitting and watching tv after a nap like a good girl, you messed up the place!” angry tears streamed down your face. you had classwork to do; you were exhausted, mentally, physically and psychologically.

no one talked about the effects that having a child so young had on parents. you were battling being a full time mom, student, and good partner. eren took care of you so well that you didn’t need a job; but you did want a future career. i mean, you were supposed to be in college anyways. but sometimes being able to stay home wasn’t enough. you were overwhelmed.

and instead of dropping out of high school when you found out you were pregnant with emiko, you continued on with your education and made the best of it. but constantly coddling an energetic toddler who couldn’t help but do kid things while trying to do your challenging coursework as eren worked was hard on you.

emiko’s lips tremble. “mommy i—“

“emiko,” you sighed, holding your tongue. “just go to your room. now. go get ready for bed, please,” your voice came out as a hoarse whisper. tears streamed fown emiko’s brown face as she ran to her room.

with a sigh, you take a seat on the dirty sofa, too tired to even care about dirtying your towel. you were tired of having to explain so much. eren always reminded you to be patient with emiko as he wished someone was with him, but you couldn’t handle it sometimes. you were too stressed out.

you understood that it took a while for emiko to grasp onto certain concepts, but you knew how smart your daughter was; she was far from stupid, especially at four years old.

you sat on the sofa nearly half naked with your head in your hands crying for about an hour and a half before eren finally came home. at a gaze upon the living room, his face twists in confusion. “fuck happened here?”

you were too busy sobbing to even acknowledge his presence like you usually did. it was hard, you were hard on yourself because you felt like you couldn’t do anything right. not to mention that emiko was a complete daddy’s girl, only listening to her father whenever he was home. but then again, that was her way of craving attention from her father. it had finally hit you.

it made sense that emiko acted out with you until eren finally came home. eren was usually the lenient one, but emiko just loved being in the presence of her father. she knew that the times she acted out, eren would sit and talk with her, and she’d enjoy it. she loved talking to her daddy.

you and eren thought you were doing good in parenting, but you both had a lot to work on.

“why you crying baby?” eren frowns as he walks over to your crouched stature.

“your daughter,” you sniffled. “trashed the house, messed up the walls and the furniture after i told her no chocolate before dinner. i-i went to take a shower and t-then came back to t-th—“ you couldn’t even finish speaking cuz you broke down again. how could you ever explain how you felt without coming off as an asshole or a bad mother?

“mama,” eren rubbed your bare arms, crouched over your state. he could hear the tiredness breaking into your voice. he knew that you needed a break. “it’s alright, i’ll clean it up—“

“no, eren, it’s not alright,” you fight not to snap at him. “it’s not fucking alright. you’re never home and i’m always trying so hard to be patient, but emiko doesn’t fucking listen. i let her get away with so much shit and she only listens to you because she knows you’ll give her attention that way. you’re barely ever home and she sees that,” you cry. “her acting out is the only way to get you to pay attention to her lately but it’s affecting me, it’s affecting the way i parent her—it’s all too much! she stresses me the fuck out!”

eren remains silent at your words. “am i bad mother eren?” you whispered.

your boyfriend takes offense to your words and immediately stands up. “what?” fuck no! i never ever say that shit again, y/n. deadass.”

“i can’t even work with my own daughter, eren!” you yell. “i try—i try not to yell at her because i know what yelling did for me. i try to explain things to her instead of punishing her for doing child things. but i’m so tired i just—“

eren cuts you off by cradling your shaking body in his arms. “what do you need princess? tell me what you need from me baby.”

you rest your head on his chest and cry silently. “i want you to be home more. i want emiko to see you more often so that she doesn’t need to feel the need to act out just to get your attention. i know you be tired when you come home from work but please, eren. i cannot do this by myself.”

“i know, baby,” eren mutters into your hair, rubbing your back. “i’ll talk to emiko.”

“i’m sorry,” you frown, wiping your face. “i know the house is a fucking mess, i was gonna clean, but i just— i can’t. it’s too much for me—“

“not your fault,” eren reassures you. “emiko and i will clean it up. you go and do your homework for the night, baby. i got this.” you give your man a look of adoration before pecking his lips and heading back in the shower. you needed to be alone.

when eren hears the door of the bathroom close, he lets out a deep breath and stares at the mess before him. it looks like a bunch of children started a home invasion and had a food war in your living room.

after a few seconds, he called emiko out. “emiko, baby!”

almost immediately, little feet run to the living room, and an excited emiko is ready to jump on her father but frowns when she sees an unhappy look on his face.

“yes daddy?”

“c’mere.” eren crouches down to his daughter’s level. “mommy told me what you did today. why did you do this?”

swaying with her hands behind her back, emiko doesn’t answer. “you’re not in trouble, em. daddy just wants to talk to you, yeah? you made mommy cry tonight, you know that?” emiko shakes her head in response. “words, princess.”

“no,” emily responds. “i didn’t mean to make mommy cry,” she admitted honestly.

“i know you didn’t mean to, emmy,” eren told her. “she said you weren’t listening her and still touched something that she told you, you couldn’t have. were you upset because you had to wait for the chocolate?”

“yeah,” emiko admits, looking elsewhere. eren knew his daughter. he knew that her mind was already drifting off somewhere and he needed to bring her back to attention.

“emmy, come back to me,” eren directed her. emmy’s small attention span flipped back to her father who continued his lecture. “because you poured out all the chocolate and the candy and sweets, now you don’t have any chocolate to eat. you know that, right?”

emiko looks around at her mess, finally taking in the damage she had done. tears brim the girl’s eyes as she frowns. “i know you’re upset about that baby, but the consequences of not listening to mommy is that now you don’t have any chocolate to eat for desert. you used it all.” eren explained, trying to empathize with the child.

“i’m sorry, daddy,” emiko sniffled.

“don’t apologize to me, baby. mommy is very sad right now and you wanna apologize to her to make her feel all better, right?” the young girl nodded her head. “alright, let’s clean up this mess. go get the dustpan for these sprinkles.”

emiko nodded her head and ran to the kitchen while eren grabbed some supplies to clean the walls and furniture. by the end of the night as you had gotten ready for bed, there was a small knock at your door. “come in.”

as the door opened, no one had walked in, but you looked down and saw emiko’s small figure making her way to your side of the bed. “i’m weally sorry for the mess i made mommy. and being disobedient and not listening to you.”

you give your little girl a small smile. “i understand you get mad when i tell you no to certain things, emiko, but you have to listen to me. you were gonna get the chocolate, but i just told you to wait. because now that you ate it before ang real food, your stomach is gonna hurt you all day tomorrow. you see why you should always listen to mommy?” your daughter nodded her head in response.

“i promise to always listen to you,” she nods confidently.

you smile brightly and lift her up on your lap. “alright then baby. i forgive you.”

daddy eren🥰

coming home

word count; 250-ish words, one min 10 second read | content warnings; none :) unless u don’t like babies.

dad!eren x mom!reader | [first post here i feel so official]

little blurb of coming home from work to your husband and eight-month-old.

“‘ren?” you drop your work bag and walk as softly as possible, not wanting the sound of your heels to ripple through your entire home.

you find him in the living room, shirtless with baby girl curled up on his chest. when leaving her with eren, she either didn’t sleep at all or slept the whole day. today she seemed engulfed in her fathers beauty, staring up at him with big brown eyes under the wad of blanket and his large hand holding her firmly despite the fact he’s probably well into his nap. his head is lolled back and he’s absolutely knocked, that is until your daughter, eleia, spots you and starts doing her cute little baby bounce in eren’s arms.

she’s only about eight months, chunky with rolls, but she’s knows who mama and dada are.

“mmmm..!! mmmm!!” is the closest to mama she gets, but communication is no problem as she sure can point.

“hi munchkin.” you greet her, glancing at eren who’s now sitting up with a hazy smile.

“hey mama. el missed you today,” he begins, “couldn’t sleep a wink. fussed so bad at nap time, we nearly came to visit you at work.”

you take eleia from him, but not before leaning down to give him a quick kiss.

“ellie belly, you can’t be giving daddy such a hard time.” you scold, despite blowing raspberry into ellie’s plump arm. she gives you the best little giggle.

“but you know who does give daddy a real hard-“

“EREN.”

eleia’s fit of giggles indicates she finds her father getting molly wopped with a couch cushion way more entertaining then blowing raspberry.

my heart🥺 🤍

i’d luv more Eren Dad fics 😭🫶🏾

wanna have this man’s kids so bad.

daddy’s sick princess, eren jaeger

eren and emiko would be literal twins. when his daughter was just 12 months old, they started to do everything together. eren would sit back against the living room sofa with emiko either laid against his chest while he scrolled through social media, silently watching his screen or she’d be right beside him, pacifier in mouth as she watched team umizoomi on the tv.

it was one of those slow days. you were stuck at school with night classes, so eren fortunately spent the day taking care of his baby girl. he could tell a small cold was dawning upon her, and when you heard the small wheezes in her breath as she slept this morning, you contemplated staying home to take care of her.

but, eren reassured you that he’d be with her every moment of the day and ‘a little lovin’ from her papa was bound to make her feel better’. you’d bit your lip in contemplation. you did have a final today, and you trusted eren with emiko more than anyone (she was literally his daughter). but when it came to your daughter being sick, your overbearing mom senses took over and you wanted nothing but to smother her in your maternal care.

eren wasn’t having it though. “babe, go! i helped create her too, ya know. i took care of mikasa and my mom whenever they got sick. ‘m pretty sure i can take care of my daughter even better. now you’re gonna miss your test, go!”

you gave eren a look from inside your car as he peered at you through the open window. with a sigh, you pecked his lips and frown. “give her a kiss for me.”

“i will. good luck on your test, mama.”

and that was how he’d gotten stuck in the position he was in now; with emiko mindlessly watching team umizoomi as she silently sucked on her blue pacifier, eren’s hanging pointer finger lodged in the tight grip of her small hand.

most of the times she was such a good baby; you never had any trouble with getting her to settle down. especially with eren around. but she couldn’t be too far away from her father; any time eren tried to rest her in her playpen to piss for a second—emiko started wailing. she always had to be touching her daddy.

at the sound of eren laughing at a funny video, emiko removed her beautiful brown-green eyes from the TV and looked up at her amused father with big orbs. “what?” he smiled down at her. “you wanna laugh too?”

emiko is taken aback when her father grabs onto her small body and begins tickling her. she’s fighting to keep the pacifier between her single tooth, but fails as the binky falls onto eren’s lap, followed by a long string of drool. emiko’s laugh floods the living room with happiness.

“gross, you little monster,” he teased, blowing raspberries into her tanned stomach. “you’re probbaly hungry. let’s see if mommy left any milk for you. cuz lord knows i’an got breast milk,” eren mutters, getting up from the couch with his baby in his arms.

he first heads to the kitchen sink to rinse off emiko’s pacifier. when it’s clean, he places the binky back in her mouth to which she gladly accepts. now gripping onto his shoulder, emiko sat upright as she watched her father search the fridge for one of her bottles.

“thank god,” eren mutters to himself as he sees four bottles completely filled with breast milk in the fridge door. “lunch time,” he sings, placing it in the bottle warmer. as the milk heated up, eren lightly bounced emiko on his hip, humming the tune to sesame street.

thick coughs left emiko’s mouth as she waited for her food. eren was just about to check if she was okay, but was taken aback when the pacifier was thrown out of her mouth from a mucus filled sneeze that covered the poor girl’s entire lower face. “daddy daddy,” was all she babbled.

“oh, princess,” eren frowns as two more small coughs leave emiko. despite her snotty nose and mouth, she still rested her head on her father’s chest, just wanting to be held. “come here babe, lemme wipe your nose.”

grabbing a wipe, eren cleaned up emiko’s face before taking out the bottle. strings of “daddy” left emiko’s congested throat as she watched eren shake her bottle cool.

“i know baby, i know,” eren sighed. “daddy’s gonna give you your bottle, give you a bath, then rub some vick’s on you and put you to sleep, m’kay?” he told her as if she was able to respond. emiko held her hand out for her now cool bottle and eren proudly gave it to her.

as the pair walked back to the living room, eren’s phone vibrated on the couch. he had set himself up with emiko sideways against his chest but still in view of the tv as he uncapped her bottle before finally answering the call.

“hey mama, you take the test yet?”

“i did, but i don’t think i did well. i kept thinking about emiko the whole time,” your face frowned as you came up in the camera. at the sound of her mother’s soft voice, emiko looked up at eren’s phonewith her bottle still shoved in her mouth. she knew how to differentiate the voices of her parents. “how’s my little tiana doing?”

eren smiled as he tilted the camera downward, putting emmy’s small face in view. “hi my baby!” you coo, excited to see your child. emiko gives you a single toothed smile. “her fever gone down?”

“little bit,” eren shrugged. “she kinda sneezed the shit out herself and her chest is still phlegmmy so i was gonna give her a vick’s rub later.”

you nod your head, unfortunately on your way to your next class. “she bathe yet?”

“nah, i was gonna do that after i gave her a bottle. she pretty much slept all day since you left so i wanted her to eat first.”

“okay ren, don’t forget to burp her and make sure that shit is loud. or else you’re gonna be bathing her in vom—“

“i know i know, baby,” eren playfully rolled his eyes, waving you off. “i’m a great dad, see?” he tilted the camera to show emiko now invested in spongebob.

you grin at him, so happy you chose the right person to have kids with. “yes you are.”

after emiko finished her food and had settled it with a burb, eren held her against his shoulder as he prepared a bath for her. he made sure to turn the heat on twice as high as you two usually would have it for a bath seeing that she had a cold.

just as he bought the already sleepy baby out the steamy bathroom, he rested her on the bed beside her cookie monster jammies that unironically matched with his and changed her into the warm suit. before zipping it up, eren grabbed a finger full of vick’s vapor rub and smoothed it against his hands, warming the cream up before calmly rubbing it against emiko chest.

“there you go baby,” he mumbles, giving her tummy small rubs. when be finished, he button her onesie back up and propped her already sleeping body to rest beside him on the bed. “hopefully this makes my little princess feels better. mommy swears by this shit.”

by the time you got home around ten, you weren’t suprirsed to see eren sleeping on the bed in his own cookie monster pajamas with a matching emiko cradled into jos chest, multiple pillows behind her for support against the edge of the bed.

“our satan spawn” 🥺💕

“say ‘i’m the man!’”

eren’s voice carries down the hall, boisterous and loud as it easily reaches every corner of your small one bedroom apartment.

you furrow your brows and glance in the general direction of the sound, but decide to ignore it and continue on with breakfast—gathering a dollop of strawberry jam on your knife before spreading it onto a piece of toast.

you’d rather not know what the two of them are up to, eren and your two year old son that is. he’s supposed to be getting the kid ready for the day, but whether or not that’s actually happening is a different story.

“i’m da man!” his little voice repeats the sentence—not quite as powerful as his dad, but still loud enough to find your ears.

“louder!” eren shouts, and you immediately drop what you’re doing to head towards them.

your slippers scuff against the floor as you shuffle down the hall, following the source of sound until it leads you just outside the bathroom door. you nudge it with your foot, causing it to creep open and reveal the duo—your son, who’s standing on the counter, and eren, who—at the very least, is holding onto him.

“hi,” eren grins, prompting his mini me to do the same. you note the atrocious man bun, well, little man bun your son is sporting—hair haphazardly pulled together at the back of his head.

eren gestures to him, pride flooding his features as he mumbles, “he’s the man.”

“oh yeah?” a smile tugs at your own lips—every ounce of authority you waltzed over here with threatening to vanish into thin air as you look at your little family. nevertheless, someone has to enforce the rules around here. “well, tell the man that if he doesn’t keep it down, he’s not getting any chocolate milk with his breakfast.”

the two of them exchange a glance, an identical look of concern—real and genuine from your son, dramatic and over the top from your fiancé.

“should we go eat?” eren whispers to him, naively expecting him to follow in his footsteps again.

“yeah!” your son yells, excitement filling his eyes at the mention of his all time favourite beverage. he sets a new record every time he chugs a glass, and always gets a kick out of the little moustache he gets afterwards—loving that he looks like dad.

“buddy,” eren laughs as he lightly cups a hand over the toddler’s mouth. “shhh, quiet okay? you heard the boss, no chocolate milk if you yell.”

your son puts his hand over his own mouth and nods his head, prompting eren to lift him onto the floor and send him scurrying off into the kitchen—little feet padding against the hardwood.

“what the hell?” you say, keeping your voice low to ensure your baby doesn’t hear. “it’s 8 o’clock in the morning, why are you shouting?”

“hey, i’m instilling confidence in him,” he pouts, having heard you mention something along those lines once or twice—about how important it is for him to be proud of who he is.

“eren,” you sigh, because you know he means well—he wants nothing but the absolute best for your son too, which is why he more or less lets him do as he pleases.

he encourages him to jump around and dance to his favourite songs, and doesn’t care that he gets marker all over his face when he colours. he’ll give him bear paws before dinner, and hold his hand as the two of them run and giggle down the halls of your apartment building, because they’re just so happy to come home and see you after a trip to the grocery store.

eren lets your kid be a kid, and while that might put a scowl on the face of those around you, all that matters is that your son is always smiling.

“i know, just,” you pause, searching for the right words—the ones that won’t paint you as the bad cop you feel you’re being. though, you look into eren’s eyes, and see nothing but the purest love and adoration overflowing from his pupils, and you know—he thinks you’re doing perfect. “just, wait until after ten at least, okay? that old couple next door already has us on their shit list.”

“course, ‘m sorry baby,” he hums—cupping your cheek with a grin that’s a little too smug and out of place to be there right now. “but you know, you got us on that list, not him.”

“me?” you tilt your head, racking your brain for a time in which you might’ve pissed them off. did you forget to hold the door open? shit.

“mhmm,” he hums, moving his hand to the back of your head to hold you flush against him, and you look adorable—in the reflection of the mirror, with your little thinking face on and your cheek squished against him. he almost feels guilty.

“what did i—”

“nghhh eren, that feels soooo good,” he moans, quiet and sultry—changing the pitch of his voice slightly in an attempt to mimic your own.

“eren!” you gasp, planting your palms flat on his chest to push him away. “shut up, you’re the only reason i sound like that.”

“damn right,” he grins, pulling you right back in for a messy kiss—hands sneaking underneath your shirt and travelling up your—

crash.

“oh no,” you mumble, peeling yourself away from him once more. your son—who’s been alone and suspiciously quiet for the last five minutes, is now doing god knows what in the kitchen. “go check on your satan spawn, would you?”

“hey,” he frowns, swiftly backing out of the room and towards the noise, but not without putting on a quick smile to clarify, “our satan spawn.”

you roll your eyes, but still feel the corners of your lips tug upwards. eren is far from perfect, but he’s pretty good at keeping a smile on your face too.

just thinking about those 3 years we missed together

3 years of no dick🤦🏽‍♀️

☆ — gojo x f!reader | daddy's home

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content warnings : smut , mdni , nsfw , size difference , kisses , pet names ( good girl, love, etc ) , possessive sex , raw / unprotected sex , breeding , multiple orgasms , breath play / choking , mating press , dacryphilia , overstimulation , squirting , praising , creampies , tummy bulge , dumbification , make-up sex , established relationship , hints of a toxic relationship

word count : approximately 960 words

꒰ note ꒱⋆ .˚ haiii guys (: sorry for being inactive, writer's block was WILD. here's a drabble of gojo in honor of his release ♡

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“baby? you there?” your eyes fluttered open, how many hours has it been? you passed out already but he just doesn’t stop. “can we take a break..?” you hiccuped, throat dry and voice hoarse. your pussyhole was going numb from how long gojo has been fucking you. he was angry hours ago, about how you wanted to end the toxic relationship.

you had a heated argument with him, you even slapped him across his pretty face. he knows that he's not treating you very well, but he just couldn't bring himself to let go of you. he never apologizes easily, his pride was taller than him. so his plan to make up with you was to fuck your brains out. 

“there you go again,” he frowns, “you're so selfish,” he murmurs, wrapping a hand around your neck, squeezing slightly. your jaw hangs open as you gasp for air weakly, eyes slowly rolling back as your mind goes hazy from the lack of air. “you're gonna leave me hmm?” he looked down, watching how his thick cock disappeared into your pussy, swallowing his length wholeheartedly. “no one else is gonna fuck you this good.” he shudders, his leaky tip poking the gummy spot deep inside you repeatedly. “and no one else is gonna love you like I do.” 

you clawed at his muscular arms, burying your nails slightly in desperation for air. a thick and foamy mixture of your juices and his cum surrounded the base of his cock and your wet folds. you were taking him so deep all the way to the base, his happy trail and trimmed pubic hairs were coated with your wetness. the scene was messy, especially the sheets. all damp from how much you've squirted, some of his cum dribbling out of your cunt. “c-can't breathe..” both of your hands held onto his wrist, trying to pull his hand away. “say you won't leave me.” his grip tightens, eyes hooded. “w-won’t leave…you..love you—” you choked out as tears started to stream down your plush cheeks, “so much.” 

he lets go of your throat and you gasp for air, “good.” he chuckled lowly. “there she is,” he cups your cheek, “my good girl.” his needy lips reached for your swollen ones, his velvety tongue sliding past yours. your back arched as his thumb flicked your oversensitive clit, he pushed you back down by placing his hand on your stomach, pressing the bulge in your belly. “satoru...I feel dizzy,” you babbled, “good.” he huffed “gonna fuck you so dumb that you won't ever think of leaving me again.”

to tell the truth, he was fucking scared that you'll finally leave him. to him, this was his calling call to change for the better, for you. when he imagines someone else fucking his pretty girl like this, his blood boils. 

he stares at you for a moment, admiring how pretty you are even while crying. but he wanted you to cry from pleasure, not from pain. especially the pain that he caused. 

his expression softened, and he leans down to cage you in his arms, staring into your eyes sincerely. “m’sorry baby.” he cups your cheek, flooding your jawline with tiny kisses. “m’so sorry. I know I'm a fuckin’ asshole.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as you sobbed. 

“I love you,” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. he thrusts into you, still rough but you could tell something had changed. he was being…nicer? your cunt spasmed around his length, causing him to groan. “you're so fuckin’ good f’me love, always putting up with my bullshit.” he chuckles huskily, his face buried in the crevice of your neck, inhaling the sweet and familiar scent. his cock pounding your pussy steadily, lewd sounds of your squelching cunt and breathy gasps were music to his ears. “so fuckin’ perfect.” he grunts, pushing your knees to your chest. you gasp at the sudden change of positions, the fat tip of his dick directly positioned against the opening of your cervix. it was fucking painful but it felt so good at the same time, your body was melting from mindless pleasure as he continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ears. 

“gonna make you my wife, yeah?” he pinches your clit, causing you to gush uncontrollably. your juices dripping down your thighs, “gonna put a baby in ya now, do you want one? hmm?” he rubbed your puffy clit in a slow and circular motion. his girthy cock hitting you deep inside with every thrust of his hips. “uh huh…” you hiccuped, your hearing blocked out, his voice muffled but the sound of wet skin slapping was clear. 

his thrusts were sloppy but fast, he threw his head back with his eyes shut as he finished inside you. you could feel his hot and thick load filling you up, he pulls out and grabs his cock, tapping and rubbing his tip on your sweet lil clit. releasing a few drops of cum all over your folds that were glistening with spit and cum. he continued to grind his tip on your clit as you both caught your breaths. 

“m’gonna have to stuff you more baby, just to make sure that you'll bear my child.” he grins, moaning breathlessly as his tip entered you again, causing you to whine. his stamina is ridiculous, but who are you to complain? he just wants to make his soon-to-be wife feel good, fucking you all nice and deep until your legs are trembling. destroying that sweet and tight cunt, nudging at your sweet spot every time. and to make it all the more pleasurable, satoru was dead serious about changing.

guess it was a win-win for you, eh? 

“ and i will there for him, with open arms, an open mouth, and open legs”

love me some nanami😩

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀recovery, nanami kento

the shibuya incident shook the sorcery world (and japan) drastically and nanami kento is slowly transitioning back into the world. the dreadful feeling of not being able to help the youth he worked to protect sits heavy in his mind as his scarred hands tremble to do simple tasks. but nothing causes his stomach to twists in the most horrendous knots until he have to face his five year old daughter and the world again with his new battle scars. but as a good wife

♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, black reader written in mind, physical descriptors, canon verse but also a what if nanami survive au, jjk spoilers, established relationship (reader and nanami are married), mentions of ptsd, mentions of scars and burn scars, cane usage, mentions of therapy, reader and nanami have a daughter named yu, same reader & nanami from family affairs series, first half is told in 2nd/reader pov & other half in nanami’s pov // smut warnings: cowgirl/riding position, breasts play, pet name usage (baby), finger sucking, praise kink, // word count: 4.4k, minors dni.

OCTOBER 31ST WAS A DAY THAT CHANGED YOUR LIFE DRASTICALLY. You remembered dropping your five-year-old daughter Yu off with a friend after an emergency call for many sorcerers to the Shibuya district. You remembered kissing both sides of your daughter’s cheeks because whenever her father wasn’t with you to drop her off, he always told you to make sure you gave her as many kisses as he would give her until she was a giggling mess begging for you to stop. You recalled how your fingertips were imprinted with the fragrance of blood despite you wearing latex gloves the whole time—with the number of deaths you marked down, perhaps that scent just was in your mind. You remembered having a drag of your first cigarette (complementary of Shoko) after the long day of horror—you hated it. You thought it would ease your growing anxiety when you didn’t know where your husband was at. You recalled how you noticed Shoko’s whole demeanor changed as her quick strides towards you seemingly were used to push you further away from seeing the horror that was soon displayed in your view.

You remembered how disoriented you felt. You couldn’t keep much food down and practically slept at the hospital. You just didn’t feel like yourself—but who would when they knew that the events at Shibuya had nearly killed their loved one? It broke your heart lying to your own daughter. Your tongue stinging, even uttering out the words that mommy and daddy had to take a work trip and will return as soon as possible. Your daughter thought you were away at work, but here you were, staring at the monitor in Nanami’s room beep. You didn’t want to lose him; you didn’t know what to do without him. You didn’t know what Yu would be without him, she was such a Daddy’s girl, and it would crush your soul for her first love to be taken away from her. 

Nanami was strong. He pushed through. He wouldn’t be the same, but he pushed through. It was quite a journey of physical therapy, support groups, and even him deciding to stay at a hotel for a while, fearing how his daughter would react to seeing him like that. It took him two weeks and your constant encouragement until he finally decided to return home. Even when he decided to let his daughter see him eventually, you still basked in silence in the car, waiting until he was comfortable. Although your daughter wasn’t home yet, Nanami hadn’t stepped foot into your shared home in what seemed like a year—when it only had been a couple of months. The words of what he would say to his daughter swirl around his mind like a carnival carousel curling around. He had to do this. He couldn’t avoid being in his daughter’s life because of the triggering aftermath of Shibuya.

He refused to give Mahito that much power over him.

“I’m just afraid of how she’ll react.” Nanami lets out a sigh as he packs up his clothes. His scarred hands trembled as he folded his clothes to put them in his suitcase neatly. Nowadays, it takes him longer than usual to do simple tasks like buttoning his shirt, and he now attempts to fold his clothes.

“Our daughter is extraordinary; she’ll understand what we do when we explain it to her fully.” You grabbed Nanami’s trembling hands to get his full attention. “We told ourselves that we want her to enjoy her youth. We’ll protect her just so she can do that, but she‘s growing and becoming more curious—we can’t shelter her from a life that she could soon be interested in pursuing.” 

You watched as Nanami’s lips formed a straight line. He couldn’t argue against your words because they were true. His daughter was five. It was no point to stir her away from the lifestyle her parents (and a good portion of people she interacted with) were so familiar with, especially when she could possibly already see the ghoulish creatures that haunted his nightmares when he closed his eyes. 

“You’re still her father, Ken,” You mumbled as your eyes glanced up at him. “No matter how you look right now, she will still know it’s you because of this.” Your index finger pokes his chest where his heart is. 

During some moments within the day, you watched Nanami do simple tasks around the house as the two of you were waiting for you to have to pick up Yu from your friend’s house. Deciding to do what you guys usually do on a bright Sunday morning: clean the house. Your eyes couldn’t help but shine in worry seeing his right-hand shudder while he tried to do something like help you cut up vegetables for dinner. You knew this took a toll on him because cooking dinner together was your thing. A form of love language created when you first started dating blossomed into a tradition—it was just something you two did together. Even after long days of work and raising a very bright personality five-year-old—you two always met in the kitchen, whipping up dinner together and sharing subtle kisses here and there. 

Your lips parted to ask if he needed help, but it was as if he read your mind—Nanami shook his head as he continued to cut the vegetables. This time he had a better grip on the knife and was doing it perfectly. If you looked closer, you could even see a twinkle in his eye at him being able to do such a task. Your lips curve into a small smile before you return to doing what you were doing. The two of you moved in sync in the kitchen as if you were competitors in a cooking show—managing to finish dinner and set the table just in time for you to have to pick up Yu. You kissed Nanami’s cheek, mumbling about how you’ll be back as soon as possible. Your friend only lived about fifteen minutes away and didn’t mind dropping Yu off, but you felt it was best for you to talk to her first. 

You hated to admit that you were afraid of how Yu would react at the sight of her father—especially considering that you never went into detail about what you two do. She knows you’re a doctor and heal people, but that was it. She had no clue about curses, cursed energy—any of that. Was it wrong to shield her from that, considering that her parents would die? Maybe. But you and Nanami wanted to do everything to protect her youth and her ability to be young. When you picked Yu up, you couldn’t help but smile, seeing her bright smile as she skipped out of your friend’s house with her belongings in one hand and taiyaki. She hugged your leg as you opened the car door, rambling about her adventures with your friend. You helped her in her booster seat and strapped her in before climbing back into the car and returning home. Your mind is running with thoughts of telling your daughter that her father was back from the work trip, but he got hurt. He didn’t look like the last time she saw him. 

“Yu, we have to talk.” You said while stopping at the red light. You look in the rearview mirror, watching her snack on the sweet treat. Mentally, you’re cursing your friend for giving her sweets so close to dinnertime—but maybe that would help her process the burdening news. 

She glances at you with a smile. A toothless one because Nanami lost one of her front teeth after biting an apple while she was going. Another moment Nanami has missed. You broke eye contact with her to continue to drive, and you could even see the familiar driveway of your home. 

“Is daddy finally coming back?” Yu asked. You could hear her kicking her feet, and you simply sighed. 

You were turning into the driveway and parking the car. You unbuckled your seat so you could turn to look at her. Her curious expression looked rather adorable with the taiyaki crumbs on them. You knew you couldn’t lie to her. Ignoring her question, you exited the car and helped her out. You figured it would be better to be closer to her when you dropped the colossal bomb that could alter how she sees her father. Closing the car door and kneeling to her height, “Sweetie, I need to tell you something about your father.” 

Yu’s head tilted in confusion, and her eyes shone with curiosity and fear. Your hands would give her a comforting squeeze, tugging the coils out her face that fell out of the red headband Yuji brought her on one of his free days from being a sorcerer student.

“Daddy got hurt badly at work.” You tried to explain, but your voice seemed to crack in the back of your throat as you tried not to cry. This hurt.

“Your dad was hurt really bad, and I just wanted to let you know that you must take it easy on him. He’s still your dad, who will protect you no matter what.” You rubbed your thumb against her cheek brushing away any crumbs off her face.

Yu only give you a nod. The five-year-old had to comprehend that something happened so quickly that she didn’t even know if she should be asking more questions. She was one curious kid that always had a question about something. You opened the front door holding onto Yu’s hand, and the house seemed too quiet other than the sounds from the dining room. You glance down at Yu and lead her to the kitchen; you can’t help but chuckle at the sight. 

Nanami set the table slowly; he didn’t even notice that two of his favorite girls had returned. You felt Yu grip your hand harder at the sight as you cleared your throat to get his attention just in time as he set the last place at the table. When he looked up and saw the two of you, you gave him a reassuring smile. It was okay. It was a huge step, but it was okay. The skin on the right side of his body was bare and burnt and could be considered quite distracting to people who walked by him when he went to physical therapy. His mangled scars traveled up from the side of his face and down to his foot. His right eye was covered with a black eye patch as he stared at his wife and Yu. 

Yu’s mouth gasped open as she clutched to your pants leg. You didn’t want to nudge her forward; you were aching to know what was running through your daughter’s mind. Yu’s eyes seemed to be eyeing Nanami, who was standing before them. Nanami feared what his daughter would do and how she would react. He was afraid that his daughter wouldn’t recognize him due to the permanent scars he now had on his body. His palms grew sweaty at the silence in the kitchen. He still remembered the conversation you two had before all of this. He couldn’t shutter away in fear in a situation like this, and it was something Mahito would want. 

Yu finally detached herself from your pants, dropping the snack she once was eating and running to hug her father’s leg. The sight shocked you as you watched Nanami lift her in his arms and pull her close. Yu’s small arms wrapped around Nanami’s neck as she started to cry. Your eyes began to burn with your tears, quickly going to swipe them away before you became an emotional wreck. You were happy to see her show that emotion to you and Nanami. 

Yu lifts from the crook of Nanami’s neck to say through sniffles, “Daddy, I can’t believe you’re a pirate now.” 

You chuckled at her statement before speaking, “How about you two go get cleaned up, and I’ll put the food on the table.” 

Nanami put Yu down, and he extended his hand for her to take so she could lead him to the bathroom so they could get ready for dinner. A warm feeling overwhelmed your heart watching Yu drag him away, but she did it so gently, considering that Nanami still used a cane to help him walk better to his destination. You let them get cleaned up while you cleaned up the snack your daughter dropped and finished setting the table. 

Dinner felt like a nostalgic feeling—a nice nostalgic feeling that made you smile so hard. Yu was telling you about all the adventures she went on while you were away, from going to the countryside with Nanami’s parents to going to a pig cafe with your friend. She had so many stories to tell that she must have been holding in to tell the two of you.

“And I lost my tooth.” She grins at the two of you as she lets her tongue glides across the place where one of her teeth once was. 

“I’m sure the tooth fairy came and visited you,” Nanami adds.

“Yeah,” Yu placed her fork down to dig into her pockets, and she pulled out her yen bills. “Then I also made a new friend at school.” 

“You’re one social butterfly,” You said aloud, sipping your water.

“He’s so nice but has an ugly imaginary friend.” Yu shoved her mouth with vegetables leaving both Nanami, and yourself stunned at her words.

“Sweetheart, it’s not very nice to call someone ugly. Even if it’s an imaginary friend.” Nanami glances at his daughter, who lets out a familiar dramatic sigh he has heard from you. 

The blonde-haired male tends to forget that his daughter had a carbon copy of your personality. He watches as she pushes her vegetables around her plate before speaking again, “It’s just his imaginary friend who makes weird noises, and it looks like they make my friend unhappy.” Yu explained 

Nanami’s head tilts in curiosity, hearing his daughter describe something he was acquainted with. His hold on the fork tightened as he realized what his child was describing, and his stomach formed the most monstrous knots. He took a sip of water as he watched you grab hold of his hand and give it a nice squeeze. 

“How long have you been seeing this imaginary friend?” You asked.

“Hm, since Monday,” Yu admitted. 

“How about we invite your friend over? Hm?” Nanami asked. 

“Really?” Yu questioned excitedly. 

You made eye contact with Nanami. You didn’t want him to push himself so much that he was uncomfortable. “Are you sure about that?” You questioned as you collected Yu’s plate in front of her.

“It’s okay.” Nanami gives you a grin. “We’ll just have to ask the little guy's parents, that’s all.” 

Dinner continued with laughs and stories. Yu was so excited just to see her two parents together again. She couldn’t stop discussing everything she wanted to show you and Nanami. Even as you wrapped up dinner and told her to get ready for bed—she begged Nanami to help her. Due to Nanami being the girl dad he was, he couldn’t resist that charming smile and the puppy dog eyes Yu gave him when she wanted her way. 

“I’ll meet you in our room when I’m done. Make sure she brushes her teeth.” You smile as Nanami pecks your lips and watches him disappear towards the stairs with your energetic daughter. 

NANAMI’S FINGERS GRASPED AT THE FLUFFY PINK TEDDY BEAR  AFTER HE HAD TUCKED YU IN. Nanami Kento hasn't done this in months. He hadn't tucked his daughter in and placed a soft kiss upon her forehead in months, and the feeling felt so foreign to him even though he had held her so close when she was only a tiny baby. Or the fact that he witnessed her take first steps towards not him or his lovely wife Y/N, but freakin’ Gojo. Then Nanami couldn’t forget holding her hand as he walked into her first dance class. 

Yu looked at him as if he was the whole world—as if he was her protector and knight in the fairytale world that she dreamt about. Now, the guilt and the harsh stab in his heart hit him that he possibly wasn’t strong enough to protect her however he wanted. How can he protect something he promised to protect when she was just a baby now that his scarred hands shook doing simple tasks like tying his shoes, and when he closed his eyes, his nightmares were filled with him. 

“Daddy?” Yu broke the blonde-haired male out of his thoughts as she looked at him. “Where’d you go? Mommy said you went away for work.” 

He sits on her bed, and his weight causes the mattress to sink. He felt that question was coming; she just didn’t feel comfortable asking just yet. “Yes, I did. I just got hurt while doing so,” His lips form a reassuring grin that he hopes she will return.

Instead, her chocolate brown hues only lit up in curiosity. It was a look he had seen in Y/N’s eyes many times when he stepped into the medical room at the Kyoto school. Yu snuggles closer to the teddy bear in her arms before asking, “Does it hurt? Mommy can make you feel better with her mommy powers, or Auntie Shoko can help you..” She then flashes Nanami a smile, and it just hits Nanami that his little girl was missing one of her front teeth. 

She extended her hand, and Nanami’s scarred one held on to it. He watched her small thumb rub against his hand with a small smile. “I missed you, Daddy.” Her eyes start to water, and the waterworks begin. 

He cradles her in his arms so tightly, similar to when she was only a tiny baby in his arms years ago. Nanami didn’t want to let go. He held onto his daughter until she fell asleep with dried tears staining her cheeks. When he tucked her in tightly with her favorite stuffed teddy bear next to her, he placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“I will protect you forever, no matter what, princess.” 

After those words, he knew she probably wouldn’t remember, he turned off her room light. The only thing that illuminated Yu's room was a nightlight plugged up near her bed while Nanami closed the door just a bit for it to be cracked. 

Nanami settled in bed after showering. With one of his favorite books in his hand, he didn’t even notice that Y/N had skipped into the room after checking on Yu one last time before bed. The oversized Star Trek shirt that once was owned by Nanami hugged your figure, and with each step, you took to climb into bed—Nanami could get a glance at the cup of your butt. 

Y/N climbed into bed, and Nanami expected her to snuggle up close to him like she usually does when he reads before bed. She’ll always tell him how comforting his voice is when he reads aloud to her. Subtle jokes about how he could have been a speech coach or something instead of fighting curses. He wished his life was as simple as that. Instead of being scouted to go to a school to fight curses, he would have lived an everyday life. He would meet Y/N in a hospital in another life because now that he’s been married to her for years, he couldn’t fathom another life where she wasn’t a part of it. 

Nanami’s chocolate brown hues scanned over the words of the book he was wearing as he felt the weight of Y/N climbing on top of him. Her tummy was now supporting his book as she glanced down at him, and when his eyes finally looked up from his book—his lips formed a crescent moon-shaped smile at the sight. She hadn’t wrapped her hair yet, so her kinky coils were sprawled all over her head like a golden crown. 

“I missed you, you know? I missed this.” She says as her teeth grind against the plump lower lip. 

Nanami folded the corner of the page; he stopped reading and closed the book. He placed the book on the oak-colored nightstand, and his hands found comfort on Y/N’s waist. “Me too.” He answered truthfully. 

“I can tell, Ken,” Y/N says lowly as her hips rock against Nanami’s bulge, which displays how much he had missed his wife since his months of being away.

His fingers tiptoed up the shirt, but he soon snatched his scarred hand away in embarrassment. The insecure feeling of his rough and tainted fingers caressing something so soft as his face grows red. Y/N’s eyebrows raised in confusion because he didn’t want to touch her. She didn’t take offense to it, considering that she knew this was something Nanami would have to get used to. That half of his body was permanent with scars that she would help him love.Y/N tugged her shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor. Her hand grasped Nanami’s scarred one and she kissed his knuckles before placing his hand on one of her breasts.

“It’s okay. I want your touch. I crave your touch.” Y/N says. She guided Nanami’s hand up and down her soft brown skin before she began to rock her hips again. She knew Nanami was enjoying because, through the curls that fell in her face with each rock of her hips, she saw how his chocolate brown eyes lit up. “And I can tell you’re craving my touch also. You’ve missed me so much, didn’t you?” 

Nanami’s words were so caught up in his throat that he didn’t even know how to respond. His mind couldn’t focus on everything all at once because he wanted to do so much for Y/N. His scarred index and middle finger rolled her nipples in between them, gaining a moan from her, and it hit him hard at how much he missed this. He missed seeing how Y/N’s eyes fluttered close in pure bliss when he touched and kissed her. He’s so eager to get out of his boxers that he didn’t even catch the way she had some shit-eating grin on her face. 

But it was another thing that Nanami adored. He adored seeing that expression on Y/N’s face when he finally slid in. The way she would chew on her lower lip to muffle a moan when he had only slipped his tip inside her. Which only would cause Nanami to finally shove his cock further inside her just to hear her yelp out his name and have that dreamy expression on her face. 

That same expression she had on her face right now that Nanami’s cock was inside of her. A look of affection that the retired sorcerer missed so much. His hand grasped her waist, guiding Y/N’s hips in a pleasurable, rhythmic pace for both of them. Y/N props her hand on Nanami’s chest to help her balance upon riding him. Moans trembled out her mouth with each roll of her hips, and she had only had Nanami on her mind. It was quite strange how he could plague her brain like a catchy summer tune. That was just the type of spell he had on her. 

Nanami tried his best to thrust upward just to hit the spot that had Y/N speaking one of the languages she knew, but it had only taken a toll on his body, and Y/N noticed immediately. 

“I got it, Ken. Just relax.” Y/N’S leaning down, kissing at the corner of his lips (specifically the side that’s decorated with burn marks and soon his lips as she cocked to bounce upon his cock. “I know you want to ensure I’m getting more out of this than you.” She adds. 

“Y/N…” Nanami breathed out. “I just want to make—”

His words were cut off by her, “Make sure I orgasm; when do you not make me orgasm?” She glances down at him.

“Can I take care of you for once? Hm?” She asked that question with a roll of her hips for each word and syllable that left that pretty mouth of hers. 

And Nanami’s brain turned into mush, his face got so hot, and his balls grew heavier. The only answer he could give to Y/N was, “Fuck.”

“Good answer.” She cockily responds before her hand reaches at the headboard to help her ride him some more. 

The mess built between their naked bodies was driving Nanami insane but in a good way. After months of being touch-deprived due to surgeries and physical therapy, he needed this. He relaxed under Y/N; he let her take control until he could feel himself about to cum. 

“I’m about to—Shit,” Nanami uttered. Before he could say anything else, Y/N could feel the thick ropes of cum shooting inside of her. She’s leaning down, capturing his lips upon his and slowly grinding against him to ensure his cum stays inside of her. 

When the kiss broke apart, Nanami looked up at his wife as if he had hearts in his eyes. “I fuckin’ love you.” 

“I love you too,” Y/N giggles through her subtle pants. 

With the Star Trek shirt back on Y/N’s body, which was now stained with the scent of Nanami and sweat, she glances over at her husband, who is sincerely thinking about something. She hoped he still wasn’t thinking about the scars on his body. “What’s on your mind?” She glances up at him through her eyelashes.

“Yu can see curses now.” Nanami looked at his wife. “She’s only five.” He adds with a sigh.

Y/N hated to admit that her assumptions of what their daughter told them during dinner were accurate. She felt like Yu was too young to see them and finally realized that her world was much different than her friends in class. But Yu had two amazing parents. Two parents would guide her through this. Due to Nanami being the wonderful husband he was, it was as if he read Y/N’s mind. 

With a sly grin and a quick, playful peck on the tip of Y/N’s nose, he says, “We’ll guide her through it, though.” 

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