Omg, Lawrd

omg, lawrd 😩

take me now, eren!!

what did he say? eren jaeger

you usually didn’t argue with your ex boyfriend in public like this. usually you’d take him to a bathroom in order to prevent your business was spreading but having dated eren jaeger—he always knew just how to pull your strings.

“bye i’m not boutta argue with no one who just had they anklet dangling up by my ear last weekend,” you hear him mutter under his breath.

your eyes widen. “what you jus’ said?”

eren’s pretty lips form a smirk. “y’heard me mama. i’m not boutta sit here and argue wit’ you when you was just filled with my cum last friday. stop it.” he knew just how to shut your brat ass up. luckily everyone around you were too busy with the party to notice.

you two were arguing for the millionth time about the real reason why you broke up. you swore eren was entertaining other girls, but he tried his hardest to convince you that it wasn’t true.

“what, cat got your tongue baby?” amusement is laced all in his tone as he watches blood rush to your dark brown cheeks. “come on, let’s go.” eren leans his hand over to grab yours but you hesitantly scoot back. with unsure eyes, you slowly place your hand in his own tattooed with the exact replica of your beautiful eye on it in a pyramid.

eren warmly wraps his hand around yours as you two walk to the nearest bathroom hand in hand. shutting the door behind him, he leans against it and gives you knowing eyes. “you ready to stop acting like a baby?”

“glad to know you think my emotions are childish,” you mutter, turning your back to him.

eren chuckles. it really was hard to take you seriously when your ass was nearly suffocating in the fabric of your skims dress and your tits were one bounce away from a nipple malfunction. man he missed having them in his mouth. you were so cute.

“nah, they not childish baby. the way you act is, though. ‘s cute,” eren chuckled. “crazy you’d think i’d fuck another bitch and have a baby on you, but aight.”

you rolled your eyes. maybe the baby part was far fetched. but the messages didn’t lie. “i saw them messages, eren.”

“and i told you. that baby’s not mine. honest,” eren’s voice remains calm as he stands on his defense. “not fuckin’ no one else but you. ask my doctor.”

you roll your eyes once more at his words, your glasses resting at the bridge of your small nose. “you are so annoying.”

with a chuckle, eren grabs your waist and pulls your backside against his chest. with a seift hand up your dress, his tattooed fingers immediately found way to the thin fabric covering your clit.

“come on, you know i’d never cheat on my pretty girl like that,” he whispered against his neck. “my smart girl, you just love playing detective, huh?”

you let out a moan once his lips touched the base of your neck. you were wearing the perfume he loved. but as he kissed along your pretty brown skin, a switch inside you flipped. “tell me you didn’t fuck her. you didn’t cheat on me with her or anyone else. tell me you didn’t and i’ll give you this pussy right now.”

eren’s finger slips behind your pussy and already begins to rub the cum staining your thighs. “you gon give me this pussy? my pussy?” he teases in a low tone. “promise baby?”

another moan escapes from your mouth as eren’s middle finger enters you. “long as you tell me the truth, i’ll let you do whatever you want baby. cum in me and everything. just please don’t lie to me.”

“you know i hate lying to you, mama,” eren mutters as he adds his ring finger. a long whine drips out of you as you rest your head back against his shoulder. “wouldn’t lie to you. not about this.”

“say it daddy,” you begin to feel your knees bucking. “tell me i’m the only one that gets to fuck you. the only one who has your heart. please tell me.”

eren’s fingers are pumping in and out of you slowly. “you’re the only one that gets to fuck me,” he breathes out. “only one that gets to love me, that gets to suck my dick off, only one who’d ever carry my kids. on my mom, i promise baby.”

you knew eren was telling the truth when he put everything on his dead mother, the same one he hardly ever spoke about.

tears stream down your face as you think about the months you spent thinking eren was unfaithful to him. al the girls trying their hardest to destroy your relationship actually won for a while. eren was always straight up about everything he did.

“you forgive me princess? daddy didn’t mean to make you cry,” eren’s free hand comes up to pull your boobs out from your dress. rubbing the soft flesh in between his hands like a stress ball, he begins to rub circles on your clit with the other.

you eagerly nod your head as you feel your orgasm approaching. and like always, eren talked you through it as he completely demolished your cunt. “gonna cum all over my fingers pretty girl? come on, you can do it, i got you. cum for me mama. good girl. good fucking girl.”

DADDY eren!!!😝

PROTECTIVE (SOON TO BE DADDY) EREN HEADCANONS

cw: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, oral (f), breeding kink, lactation kink, and adorable eren ♡

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who'd go on a work trip, and be so fucking anxious the entire time.

he wouldn't be able to relax, constantly worrying about you, he'd call you every two seconds and fr gets tears in his eyes when you show that you're just in bed with a huge ass stomach trying your hardest to sleep.

"I should be there"

"to watch me sleep?"

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who'd fall asleep on face time with you because he was so scared to hang up, all he wanted to do was to go back home and snuggle up with you.

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who'd absolutely eat you out every morning. without a doubt would spread your legs each morning and lap at your puffy cunt until you came. he'd suck at your clit forever if you'd let him

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who falls asleep with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your swollen stomach with a huge fucking grin cuz, yeah, his fucking kid is in there

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who has one hand on your pregnant belly and the other on your milk-filled tits while his cock rams in and out of you

"fuck, I love it when you're fucking filled with my baby"

"how bout I fuck another one in you, yeah?"

(sooooon to be) DADDY EREN: who takes very unflattering photos of you when you're in labor, resting on the hospital bed for memories

(sooooooooooon to be) DADDY EREN: who CRIES when the baby is born, holds it like it's gonna break, and ditches you for like 2 seconds before showing you & literally praising you for making it when you're just passing out from exhaustion

and, DADDY EREN: who loves your little creation with everything in him and thanks you every day for making, "the most beautiful thing to exist" and asks almost daily "so like, how'd you even MAKE that?"

((ps. DADDY EREN: who sucks your milk-filled tits while he fingers you, and fucking loves the taste))

i need me a man like eren😫

✰ — ‘ 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃

𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 * 𝘛𝘖𝘟𝘐𝘊! 𝘌𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘑𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘹 𝘉𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘒! 𝘍𝘦𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘍𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘔 * 𝘈𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘛𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯

𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘛𝘌𝘕𝘛 𝘞𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 * 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘷, 𝘰𝘯&𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱, 𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘺/𝘯, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬, 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘬 if u squint, 𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, and 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸/𝘰 plot 🤭

“oh fu-u-u-uck!” you curse at the harsh deep strokes, his tip kissing your stomach from inside every time he slams back into you. gripping his shoulders with your long acrylics, leaving light scratches causing him to groan. “shit baby..tell me how i make you feel..” placing his hand on your jaw, moving his free hand on your lower stomach, placing it on your tummy buldge, whimpering. “s-so good.. oh my god..” whining out with your eyes rolling the the back of your head. your mind went blank, all your thoughts are of him. his name, his hands, how good he makes you feel. all you could think of was Eren. youre obsessed, so obsessed you hate it.. “oh fuh..right there! yesyesyesyes..” gripping his shoulders harder than before. the same spot being abused repeated causing you to release over his cock with no warning, causing a white ring forming.

“aw baby..i thought u h-hated me..look at you now. cumming on my cock, being such a pretty girl..all for me..?” he stammered at your walls tightening on him, his thrusts quickening. "its t-too much..e-eren!!" covering your eyes with your hand as u roll your head back at the immense pleasure. "lemme see those eyes ma.." muttered, still trying to hold a grudge against him but u give up. taking your hand off of your faces, making eye contact with eren.

"atta girl.. youre so- god.. fucking pretty.." he quickened his pace chasing after his own high "e-eren..! i-i cant take it.." you whimper at the over stimulation, arching your back as tears threatened to fall from your eyes. "pretty dont run from it, t-take it all.. i know you can" he grunted, pressing his hand over the dick print hes causing, lowering your arch. you cant help but whine even louder, you feel your orgasm approaching for the second time.

he knew by your volume, he loved hearing you, he loves the way you talk, your attitude, he loves you. and he wants you to know that. "im g-gonna cum again rennie~!" you warn, his grip tightening on your hips. the pit in your stomach getting hotter and hotter. "fuck.. go ahead p-pretty.. make a mess on this dick." his thumb on your clit causes you to break. shuddering under him, feeling his cum deep inside you. trying to catch your breath, eren collapses on you. "boy get the f-fuck off of me!" panting, trying to push him off of you. “only if u forgive me.” he muttered, with his head burried in your neck. there was a awkward silence, thinking about your decision. knowing your previous mistakes with him, “mmch.” you kiss your teeth “..ok..now get yo big ass off me of me!” blurting, feeling a relief off your body.

“thats what i thought.” he rolls his eyes, “dont make me change my mind..” mean mugging him, seeing a smile form on his face and u cant help but do the same. “i love you” he mumbled, peppering your face with kisses.

“ 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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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? 

Heyyyyyy!💕💕

Going out with Musician!Eren and him railing us in the bathroom after a paparazzo got a little too in our business and then flipping them off when we come back outside because who tf are they😩😩😩

hiii bby!! 💕💕💕

this is too good cause I just he would be so worked up and take it all out on (y/n), right there against the sink! And y’all know aggressive eren is so mf sexy. 🥴 like the way I’d let this man—lemme hush

imagine: you and Eren decide to go out for a nice little outing. Dinner and shopping in the Design District and a walk on Ocean Drive. Something you had done numerous times on your date nights. But there was also another constant you had to deal with: annoying ass paparazzi! TMZ reporters lurking around the area, looking for a scoop and shoving mics and cameras into the face of the first notorious figure they can find. Tonight, poor (y/n) and Eren were the unsuspecting victims. You knew he hated even entertaining those jackasses so when they started talking to you, trying to ask questions, he immediately pulled you along to shield you but you were in a bit of a spicy mood and felt like letting them have it. Rumors recently circulating about infidelity, you using him and even problems in your marriage. None of which were true in the slightest. “Y’all asking too many motherfucking questions. We doing good over here, don’t worry ‘bout me and mine. Put that in your little articles.” And you wave them off with a hand before walking inside of the building. You really don’t think much of it, but oh bitch, that shit just got your man so excited! “Damn, baby. I’ve never seen you like that.” Because he’s so used to being the hothead but hearing you cuss these people out like that and get on their asses, has him ready to pounce on you!

hence why he takes you to the bathroom halfway through the entrees and ends up beating your shit up in front of the mirror! Putting his hand around your throat and making you look up at him as your titties bounce out of the top of your dress. “Mmm, shit! Oh my god, you fucking me so good!” Muttering to him and making him smile down at your fine ass physique.. “…can’t help it, baby…got my fucking dick hard..talking like that..” Eventually, his fingers found home in your mouth and he’d watch you suck the digits slowly as you begged him for more. Truthfully, the thought of him corrupting you..turning you from the media’s golden girl to his mirror image was such a turn on. Being as mean, bold and brash as he had been to these people. All he could do was helplessly rut his hips into your wet little pussy. The sounds of sipping wetness and slapping skin, coagulating with your moans was such a beautiful sight. He’d keep it going until he couldn’t hold it in and had to nut in you right there in a Ruth Chris’ restroom. Both of you watching it go in and out for the last time as he finally pulls out and drags the silky string of cum along with him. “Ahh, fuck..look what you did.” But all you do is tug him down and shove your tongue into his mouth. Once you get yourselves cleaned up and make it out just in time for the check, Eren slams a few hundreds onto the table and gets you out of there as soon as possible. But as expected, the second you leave, those vultures are still perched for a story, however..Eren is on cloud nine and they are not ruining his night. When they ask him something, as he’s helping you into the car because he needs about five more rounds after that little thrill, he tunes it out and just flips them off. “Like my girl said, put that in your fucking article.”