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peachdues · 11 months

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Bundle of Joy

Part 1/2 of a secret-pregnancy drabble between Sanemi and the Reader, who is the Lunar Hashira (not the same one from TWAHM). Protective/soft Sanemi, but the other Hashira don't know he's the daddy.

CW: suggestive/smut, blood, pregnancy, difficult labor. Sanemi is a dick to everyone but is so soft for Y/N.

You can find Part Two here and the prequel one-shot here

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Pregnant, Kocho had said, you’re pregnant.

She had sat there for a moment, too stunned to say anything right away. Her eyes flitted between the gentle look on the Insect Hashira’s face and the results of the blood work clutched in her hand.

Pregnant.

In retrospect, Y/N knew she shouldn’t have been surprised. Sanemi was a passionate lover, and she loved being the object of his passion, in both the bedroom and in those quiet, stolen moments shared at one another’s estates, away from prying eyes.

And sometimes, there were less-than-quiet moments where a certain someone had begged Sanemi to stay inside and give it to me, baby, please!

Okay, Y/N conceded, maybe those moments occurred more than sometimes (far more), and Sanemi had only been too happy to oblige her.

And so Y/N was pregnant.

“Well, that’s a surprise!” Y/N said with a soft chuckle, absent mindedly placing a hand over her flat stomach.

Kocho watched Y/N for a moment. “Y/N,” Y/N was surprised to hear Kocho refer to her by her first name, even more so when Kocho moved to place a hand over hers. “you are more than free to keep the child that comes from this pregnancy, or…” Kocho furrowed her eyebrows, struggling to phrase the information delicately, “we have things here that would terminate the pregnancy early. It would be painless.” She promised.

Y/N blinked in surprise. The thought hadn’t even crossed her mind, but the thought of not letting the the child in her belly grow… no, she couldn’t do that.

“Thank you, Shinobu, truly,” Y/N squeezed her hand lightly. “But I wish to see this through.”

Kocho nodded, withdrawing her hand to reach for a stack of papers stacked besides her on the small exam table. “Well in that case, I will need to inform the Master right away. You can still perform some missions for now, but nothing too strenuous. The first few months of pregnancy are quite tricky.” Shinobu began scribbling down a message, but paused mid-word.

“Y/N… is the father… involved?”

Ah. That problem.

It wasn’t so much a problem for her and Sanemi as it was for everyone else. When they had finally given in to the simmering desire between them while training more than a year earlier, neither of them had intended for it to continue. But one time had not been nearly enough, and suddenly, Y/N had found herself craving his voice, his touch, and his lips, and he, hers. It had not taken long for them to realize how ridiculously, stupidly in love they were.

But they had both agreed to not tell the other Hashira — or anyone — about their affair. The decision mostly stemmed from practicality; the Master, while he did not oppose relationships amongst the Hashira, did have a practice of not pairing them up together once their relationship was made public. The Master believed, ultimately, it was too risky, as both would seek to protect the other, potentially to the detriment of civilians and other slayers alike.

It was a rational justification, but it did little to stifle the electricity which cackled between the two Pillars. It held little weight against the stony will of Sanemi Shinuzagawa.

Sanemi had been the first one to crack during an intense sparring session. He had caught Y/N off guard after she had dodged an attack, using the wind to pitch himself into her blind spot and sweep her shapely legs from beneath her.

But Y/N had never been one to go down without a fight, so she had wound the Wind Pillar’s haori around her fist mid-fall, and successfully brought him right down with her.

On top of her.

Sanemi had fallen with a grunt, his eyes nearly bulging out of his head as he realized Y/N had still managed to out-maneuver him, even after he had bested her. His full weight upon her, he had stared at her with a bewildered look in his eyes, breathing hard out of his nose as he struggled to collect himself.

His eyes flitted down once to Y/N’s fist, still wrapped in his haori, before they had lifted back up to her mouth, settling on that stupid, shit-eating smirk she had.

There had been no thoughts in Sanemi’s head as he crashed his mouth against hers in a flurry of lips and teeth.

Y/N had been frozen for half a second before she snapped back into herself and hauled him closer, meeting each demanding swipe of his tongue stroke for stroke.

Within minutes both of of the Pillars’ clothing had been reduced to shreds, and Sanemi’s head had found a home between Y/N’s legs. It had taken embarrassingly little effort on his part to bring her over the edge not once, but twice.

And when he finally flipped her on all fours and rammed his proud length into her desperate core, Y/N had come apart again, half-sobbing his surname as pleasure mixed with pain from overstimulation.

“You know my fuckin’ name. Use it.” He had snarled in between the ruthless snapping of his hips against her.

That night, Shinazugawa had made sure Y/N could only say one word:

Sanemi. Sanemi. Sanemi.

And when it was finally over, and the two had collapsed next to each other on the dirt ground of his training ring, spent and satisfied, Sanemi had told the sweaty Lunar Pillar that she was to report to his Mansion for training sessions forthwith.

Nightly training sessions.

Because one taste had ignited an inferno of desire between the two of them that could not be snuffed out. It could only be tamed when Y/N’s fingers buried themselves in his hair as his own tight grip on her hips and thighs left marks on her skin, his hips setting a relentless and savage pace as he rutted into her, wanton and needy. A fire that could only be soothed when Sanemi sent her hurtling over the edge of her pleasure and found himself free-falling after her, spilling himself inside her warmth until she was filled with nothing but him.

It had not been long before the emotional passion followed their more carnal desires. Y/N had known she was in deep when she had confessed to him her deepest fears of not living past the age of her elder brother and falling to demons the same way he had. She knew he felt the same way when, in the middle of the night, having been startled awake from some unseen terrors in his mind, he stopped leaving the futon they shared to sit out on the engawa stare up at the moon, instead seeking the comfort of her embrace, burying his nose into her hair as he willed his heartbeat to slow.

And so, for more than a year, the two Hashira had kept up the charade of being disinterested co-workers in public, concealing their endless passion, adoration, and concern for one another that they held in private. It appeared that none of the other Pillars were any the wiser.

The only difficulty now would be in how to tell him the news.

She would tell him, of course, the moment she returned to his estate in the dead of night, when she knew the other Hashira would be sleeping or out on patrol, far away from the grounds of Sanemi’s manor. Y/N would tell him, and then they would decide how to move forward, together.

Sanemi, who was so strong, so capable, was also so, so protective. He knew that Y/N was more than capable of handling herself on missions, but too much personal tragedy had scarred him and he found himself unable to leave her completely alone. Even if she had been assigned to complete what was technically a solo mission, Sanemi was always within a few miles to rush to her aid, should she need it. And Y/N was the same way with him. A true team, who could and would figure out how to deal with any obstacle.

But until then…

Y/N smiled, attempting to reassure Shinobu. “I’ll take care of it. Thank you, Shinobu, truly.”

Shinobu pursed her lips, debating whether to push her friend further on the matter. It wasn’t her place to pry, true, but she couldn’t help but worry.

While Shinobu knew Y/N could handle herself— very well — she also knew how it was to be a woman in society. Men were relentless in their pursuit of forcing women to do things against their will; their destructive creativity knew no bounds.

But Shinobu also knew that pushing any woman in such a situation could make her clam up, could make her resist help — or even treatment. So, Shinobu resolved to keep quiet for now, but to keep a close eye on Y/N throughout her pregnancy.

Had she known at the time of the Insect Pillar’s concerns, Y/N would have fallen off of Shinobu’s examination table in a fit of hysterics. The idea that Sanemi, Mr. Made-Madea-Piss-Himself-for-Harassing-a-Young-Slayer, would ever do anything she hadn’t wanted him to do was laughable — as if he didn’t have her begging and pleading for him to do more to her every night.

But Y/N didn’t know, and so she left the Butterfly Mansion without another word. Shinobu sent off her crow to the Master with the Lunar Pillar’s news, pulling Aoi aside to instruct her to monitor the pregnant woman throughout the upcoming months for anything amiss — bruises, unexplained injuries, general skittishness — and to report it immediately to her.

Shinobu may not have known the circumstances of Y/N’s pregnancy, but she did know she would not let harm come to her or her growing child.

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Sanemi had wept like a baby when Y/N told him that night.

The man who looked as though he were stone hewn by the wind itself fell to his knees and cried like Y/N had never seen before. He pressed his forehead against the flat expanse of her stomach, raining soft kisses across her abdomen as he held his love close.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he whispered, between the pressing of his lips against her skin while she ran her fingers through his windswept hair, “Thank you for this gift.”

After Sanemi wiped his eyes, he made sure to spend the rest of the night showing Y/N exactly how grateful he was, though with a newfound gentleness. Sanemi typically took her roughly in a way that had Y/N’s eyes rolling back into her head, begging desperately for more. That night, however, he had treated her with such softness and love that it nearly shattered her heart. He had spent the entirety of the night holding her tightly against him, her name falling like a prayer from his lips while he gently rocked into her, whispering how beautiful she was and would look as she grew his child.

The next morning was not as beautiful.

“You’re retiring.” He said sternly as he poured her tea first, then his.

“No, I’m not,” Y/N retorted evenly, “Kocho said I could take low-risk missions until my next appointment with her, and that she would reassess her recommendation then.”

Sanemi stopped pouring his tea, setting the pot down a touch too hard. “Y/N. The first few months of pregnancy are when the mother is the most at risk for losing the child. I will not have you putting yourself in situations where that is a very real possibility.” He reached for her hand, closed in a fist on the table. “I…” he struggled to find his words. “I watched my mother… lose a few pregnancies at the hands of my father,” he spat the last word, but when he looked up at her, his eyes were tender; pleading. “I do not want to see you suffer through the pain that she did.”

Y/N softened at that revelation. She had known about Sanemi’s painful childhood, but the news about his mother’s lost pregnancies was new.

But this was different. She was a Hashira, not a housewife.

“This is… our thing, right now, isn’t it?” Y/N asked lightly, holding her steaming cup of jasmine tea between her hands, relishing in its comforting warmth. Sanemi said nothing but nodded, as he waited for her to continue.

“I’m not ready to share us with the world just yet."

Sanemi’s lips tightened, and his eyes fell to the floor. “Are you…unhappy with this news? He asked quietly. “Do you… feel ashamed… of…” His voice trailed off, but Y/N heard what he was asking all the same.

Ashamed of me?

Y/N’s head snapped up, and within a flash she was on her knees before him, clasping his large hand between her smaller ones. Sanemi kept his eyes resolutely on the floor rather than meet her piercing gaze, and Y/N tightened her grip.

“I need you to look at me when I tell you this,” she tugged lightly on his hand. Slowly, his eyes lifted from the floor and rested on her face, and Y/N’s heart clenched at the softness she saw reflected in his lilac gaze.

“I love you.” Y/N said simply, a small smile tugging on the corner of her pretty mouth. “I love you and I love our child. I thank the stars every day for you.” Sanemi’s breath caught in his chest at her words, and his hand returned her squeeze.

“But as you said, the first few months of pregnancy are difficult. I don’t want this news out before we’re ready to share it, especially in case of,-“ Y/N shut her eyes briefly, trying to shake away the encroaching panic she felt at the idea of losing the child growing in her womb. “In case something happens.” She managed.

“But if I retire now, there will be questions that I’m not ready to answer.” She looked up at him through her eyelashes, feeling slightly guilty about the show she was about to put on. “But I need you to trust Shinobu’s medical opinion on this. To trust me.” Y/N pleaded, bringing his callused hand to her lips, brushing soft kisses over his scarred knuckles. “I need you to trust that I know my limits.”

Sanemi Shinazugawa would never admit it, but he was a sucker for Y/N’s pretty face. A bat of her eyelashes and a nuzzle of her face into his hand brought him to his knees in an instant.

“No dangerous missions. Minor demons only. Cleanup. That’s it.” Sanemi proposed, his voice gruff.

Y/N knew, of course, that Sanemi would still find a way to shadow her whenever she would be sent on a mission close enough to his location, and to be honest, she couldn’t blame him. After all, it was his child she carried. But he was willing to compromise — to try — for her.

So Y/N smiled. “Deal.”

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Pregnancy had generally been uneventful.

Shinobu had insisted at the start of Y/N’s second trimester that she abstain from future slaying missions (much to her chagrin and Sanemi’s joy), but she encouraged Y/N to continue training under the supervision of the girls at the Butterfly Mansion in order to maintain her abilities.

Of course, once missions were off the table, Y/N knew she had to come clean to the other Hashira.

Almost clean.

She had told them the essentials — she was with child and she was keeping it. Y/N and Sanemi had already agreed not to share that he was the child’s father, again out of concern that once the child had been delivered, the two would never again be permitted to share missions together.

To the other Pillars’ credit, no one pushed her for paternity details. Y/N suspected that Shinobu had shared her hypothesis with them, that the father at best was uninvolved, at worst, might attempt to do harm to her if he knew.

Sanemi said nothing in his own defense, and even talked Y/N down from screaming at the lot of them on his behalf. He informed her that as a result of Shinobu, the other Hashira had formed a little pact to protect both Y/N and her (their) unborn child at all costs.

Sanemi found great relief in this, given that he was still being sent on missions. The promise among the other Pillars meant someone was watching over Y/N at all times, should she ever need assistance. And, because he had also agreed to partake in this pact, Sanemi was guaranteed alone time with Y/N at her estate, without the added pressure of sneaking around the other Pillars. Thus, he had been content to sit back and keep the knowledge that she carried his child close to his chest.

And Sanemi had been so attentive to Y/N throughout the months of her pregnancy. He constantly worried about her comfort and sought to make pregnancy as easy as possible. He awoke at all hours of the night to fix something that would satisfy her insane cravings. He would arrive home from missions and kiss her so sweetly, Y/N thought her heart would burst, before pressing his ear against the growing swell of her belly to listen to his child’s small heartbeat and lavish Y/N with kisses and soft praises. In the later months of her pregnancy, he would be sure to rotate Y/N’s sleeping form throughout the night to ensure she wouldn’t wake up in pain or discomfort.

And throughout it all, he maintained his passionate physical love for her, though more gently so as not to risk hurting Y/N or their child. But he worshipped her body with such fervor that it often reduced Y/N to tears.

When Sanemi was away, the other Hashira took turns keeping Y/N company, and each Pillar took on a special role for her. Uzui and his wives showered her with new clothes, fitted to accommodate her growing belly, and the wives lauded her with compliments. Mitsuri had become her meal-time buddy, the two of them nearly eating their way through the entire pantry stock of both their mansions in a single evening.

And so, pregnancy itself, had been easy.

Labor, when it arrived, was an entirely different matter.

Labor hurt.

Y/N had known something was wrong the moment her water had burst, having barely registered the wetness that slipped down her legs due to the agony that followed, leaving Y/N feeling as though she was being ripped open from the inside.

Y/N’s ears rang with a scream she had not realized was her own until she felt her throat burn. Her knees buckled, and she would have hit the ground had Uzui and Rengoku not materialized out of thin air, having noticed her from across the courtyard outside of her estate. The pair stood on either side, working to catch her before her knees could bite into the rocks below.

“We need to get her to Kocho, right away,” Uzui said to Rengoku. “I can run ahead and let the Butterfly Mansion know we’re coming. Can you get her there?” The Sound Hashira asked Rengoku, who nodded.

“Come, Y/L/N, I’ll take care of you,” Rengoku said warmly, lifting her up into his arms before taking off at a break-neck speed. Y/N clutched the front of his robes, hissing as another wave of excruciating pain washed through her.

“Sorry- ah— Rengoku, I might tear your uniform.” Y/N said through gritted teeth, sweat beginning to bead on her forehead.

Regoku’s deep laugh rumbled from his chest. “No worries, Y/L/N! I have plenty of uniforms. He glanced down at his friend, a comforting smile tugging on his lips, “You do what you need to do to help manage the pain.” He added kindly.

Y/N held onto the Flame Pillar’s robes for dear life, as she tried to keep herself from crying out, head falling against her friend’s chest. Above them, a raven circled once, twice, before heading east, its wings beating frantically.

The Butterfly Mansion had just come into sight when the unmistakable scent of iron hit Y/N’s nose. She tried to sit up in Rengoku’s arms to look over the large swell of her stomach, panic beginning to spread through her chest. Before she could confirm the source of the smell, Y/N collapsed back into Rengoku’s arms.

“Is-is that-?” Y/N trembled, her voice unusually high.

Rengoku’s nostrils flared slightly as he too, took notice of the scent. He only had to tilt his head slightly to the side to see below Y/N’s pregnant belly, his expression grim.

“Kyojuro,” Y/N whimpered, her grip on the front of his uniform slackening.

Rengoku turned his gaze back to Y/N’s, his expression soft and comforting as a kind smile chased away whatever shadow had been there.

“You are doing so well, Y/L/N! Truly! You will deliver this child in no time.” He said warmly, the hand holding her against him squeezing reassuringly.

Y/N may have been in blinding pain, but she did not fail to notice how the Flame Pillar clutched her tighter to him, his pace quickening as he sped towards the Butterfly Mansion.

Rengoku had all but leapt the last length of their journey, swiftly landing at the entrance to Kocho’s residence. The Insect Pillar was already waiting outside for them, alongside Uzui and a small team of Butterfly Mansion girls who were prepared to open doors and clear hallways for them.

“Come with me,” Shinobu ordered the moment Rengoku’s feet touched the ground, her eyes scanning over Y/N’s ashen face. Shinobu’s gaze snagged at the bloodstain spreading across the lower middle of the light cotton kimono Y/N wore.

Wordlessly, the small group of Hashira swept through the halls of the Butterfly House, escorted by Shinobu’s staff. The Insect Pillar drew up short outside of a small room in the back of the main hallway, urgently motioning Rengoku through the doorway.

“Uzui, grab Y/N’s legs. Rengoku, move your arms to support under her ribs,” Shinobu ordered the two men as she dunked her hands in a bucket of cold, soapy water, quickly scrubbing at her skin. “You both need to work together to lower her onto the birthing bed.” Shinobu pointedly looked to the small, white futon that lay in the middle of the wooden floor, its blankets already pulled back in anticipation of the pregnant woman now panting in Rengoku’s arms.

The pain in her lower belly was unbearable, and Y/N could not stop herself from crying out as she felt the two male Pillars gently readjust her so they could lower her as Shinobu ordered. Hot tears clung to her eyelashes as she gasped out, breathing becoming difficult through the haze of the pain.

Shinobu, having finished cleaning her hands, moved to kneel at Y/N’s feet. The Insect Pillar adjusted the futon’s cotton blanket to cover Y/N from the waist-down before gently spreading her legs and propping them up on either side of her.

“Y/N,” Shinobu said firmly, rolling up the bottom of the futon blanket to Y/N’s knees so she could examine her friend. “Y/N, you need to get your breathing under control. Your distress is affecting your body’s ability to heal, and it will harm the child.”

Y/N whimpered, a tear rolling down her cheek. Eyes closing, Y/N took a shuddering breath, willing her heart to slow its wild thumping in her chest and her body to relax. She managed for all of two breaths before another wave of pain rocked through her, causing her to cry out.

“Dammit,” Shinobu swore, as a fresh wave of blood spilled from between Y/N’s legs, staining her trembling thighs crimson. Both Uzui and Rengoku stood back behind Y/N’s head, their eyes wide as the smell of blood hit them.

Shinobu wracked her brain, trying to think of something, anything, that would help her friend calm down enough to get her breathing under control, to get her body to stop fighting her labor.

“Y/N, does the father know? Does he know the child is coming?” Shinobu blurted, as she tried to wipe away the blood that was rapidly pooling beneath Y/N’s center.

It had taken a moment for Shinobu’s words to fully register in Y/N’s mind. Her heart stuttered as she remembered that Sanemi was on a mission, at least half a day’s journey from the Butterfly Mansion.

Y/N’s eyes filled with fresh tears not from the endless pain, but from the realization that Sanemi might not make it here in time, might not make it before she…

“He’s t-too far.” Y/N half-sobbed, back bowing off the futon as her body seized with the strain of labor, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to breathe through the contraction.

Uzui stepped forward from his spot against the back wall. “Nothing is too far for me, Y/N” he said gently, “tell me where he is, and I can get him here in a flash.”

Shinobu nodded, patting Y/N’s knee comfortingly. “Where is he, Y/N? Does he live in a village nearby?”

Y/N shook her head furiously, her mouth opening to respond, but only a choked sob came out.

Shinobu pressed. “Y/N, you must tell Uzui his name, or else he won’t be able to bring him back.” Shinobu motioned for one of the Butterfly Mansion’s young girls to bring over a damp towel to dab at Y/N’s burning forehead.

“Who is the child’s father, Y/N?” Shinobu repeated.

“It’s — fuck,” she hissed, her stomach feeling as if it were about to split open. “S-SANEMI.” She called out, body curling off the futon before collapsing against it once more, feeling exhaustion settling in over her bones, threatening to take over her consciousness.

The room was silent — dead silent — for a moment. Shinobu looked up to the two Male Pillars, her jaw slackened and her eyes wide, her shock mirroring that of both her comrades.

It had taken each Pillar another moment to re-correct themselves. Shinobu locked eyes with Aoi, a similar stunned look on her face, and silently ordered her to take up her position at Y/N’s feet. Once Aoi had knelt, Shinobu rose, and the other two Hashira swiftly exited the room, the former pulling the door to the birthing room behind her shut.

“No fucking way Shinazugawa is the father,” Uzui had hissed the moment the birthing room door had latched, his magenta eyes wild. “I can’t believe someone like Y/N would willingly have a child with that snarky little bitch.”

“You are not suggesting that Shinazugawa may have forced himself on Y/N, are you Tengen?” Rengoku asked quietly.

Uzui shook his head, scoffing slightly. “No. But I do think it's weird that she kept it a secret until the last possible second,” Uzui ran a hand through his hair, anxiously. “And he never said a damn word about it either. Maybe something happened that shouldn’t have. Maybe he feels ashamed.”

Rengoku eyed Shinobu, whose mouth had been pulled into a deep frown, her eyes fixed on the wall behind the Sound Pillar in deep thought. “Kocho? What should we do?”

Shinobu also did not believe Shinazugawa would ever force himself upon a woman, but she could not deny the unease she felt at the revelation that Y/N had concealed the identity of the child’s father. “Go get Shinazugawa, Rengoku.” She said softly, “Uzui, you stay here. Shinazugawa is fast enough on his own. I want you here to guard the door.”

Rengoku looked quizzically at his tiny friend, but she said nothing more and so he hid the pair farewell and took off into the night.

“Guard?” Uzui asked, puzzled.

Shinobu pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes closing as a dull ache bloomed through her skull. “Unless and until Y/N asks for him, I want him kept out. I don’t imagine he would be a very calming presence.” Shinobu grimaced. “Frankly, I don’t have the patience to handle him right now. I need to keep her calm.”

Uzui nodded, moving only to send a crow for the Water Hashira to come assist. He leaned casually against the frame of the door once Shinobu had closed it back behind her, shaking his head lightly. Really, Y/N? He chastised, internally, Shinazugawa?

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Keep an eye out for Part 2 if you want to see Sanemi be both feral and the softest boy.

#sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #demon slayer #kny fanfic #kimetsu no yaiba #sanemi drabble #kny x reader #kny sanemi

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intheticklecloset · 9 months

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Ahhhh I’m soooo happy you’re back! Make sure you’re drinking lots of water and saying nice things to yourself! ^.^ Can I request Lee Bakugo & his death spot w/ Ler Midoriya? It can be about anything, I love the dynamic you’ve created between them! 🥰

Bakugou had done his fair share of finding ways to restrain Deku while tickling the snot out of him. He’d lost a good several neckties to the cause, but it was all worth it to watch the nerd struggle and beg but ultimately not be able to do anything to stop him until he activated his quirk out of sheer desperation.

But Deku using Blackwhip to do the same thing to him?

That…that was just unfair.

“I’LL KIHIHIHIHIHILL YOU FOR THIS DEHEHEHEHEHEKU!!” he screamed as his rival and friend dug mercilessly into his death spot – the space between his armpits and ribs – while forcing his arms above his head with one of his quirk’s new abilities.

Deku was sitting on his lap with the biggest smile on his face, clearly pleased with himself for finding a way to repay the favor Bakugou had shown him over and over again in their years of tickle fighting. He giggled. “I thought you were trying to use my first name now?”

“YOHOHOHOHOU TOHOHOHOHOLD ME YOU DIHIHIHIHIDN’T CARE!! AIIIIEEEEE!!!” Bakugou tossed his head back and shrieked with hysterical, uncontrollable laughter when Deku began knuckling into that spot. “STOPSTOPSTOHOHOHOHOHOHOP IT PLEHEHEASE DEHEHEHEHEHEKU!!"

“I don’t mind if you want to keep calling me that. Most of the time.” Deku smirked down at him, knowing full well he had him in a position to make him do or say anything he wanted and thoroughly enjoying it. “But right now I think I want to hear you say it. I’ll stop if you beg me to using my real name, okay, Kacchan?”

Bakugou keened miserably, shaking his head as mirthful tears sprang to his eyes. “I HAHAHAHATE YOU SO MUHUHUHUHUCH!! GAHAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEASE!! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP IT IZUHUHUHUHUHKU!! NO MOHOHOHOHORE!! I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAHAHAKE IT!!”

Deku stopped as promised, sliding his hands down to his friend’s belly and scribbling gently there to gradually get him back down to a string of happy giggles before ceasing altogether, recalling his quirk and thus freeing the atomic blonde, who sagged into the ground, gasping for breath.

“Are you…are you okay, Kacchan?” Deku asked hesitantly, worried he may have gotten overeager when he realized what Blackwhip could do. “Was it too much?”

“Freakin’…always too much…in that spot, nerd…” Bakugou replied between breaths. A moment went by, and then he grinned all on his own. “Didn’t think…you had it in you…Izuku.”

Deku beamed. “I learned from the best, Katsuki.”

#fanfiction #tickle drabble #coffee shots #bnha #mha #bakugou #deku #playful #teasing #tickling #ticklish #tickle #thank you for your kind words anon <3 #i'm happy to be back!#doing the best I can over here lol

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blues824 · 9 months

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Imagen izuru Kamukura with the female undertaker.

⚰️Her saying I love you my dear but my dolls show more emotions than you and your humour is dryer than there cremated boddies him clapping back aren't you you older than most bodies you buried makings her laugh .

⚰️Her being the loveable goofy but weerd person dating a guy who in her words is like a dead person.

(Can we please apreacate their long silky hair like exuse me it's so beautiful and I'm jealous about it)

⚰️Her helping her with her funeral parlour and them both being information banks call them Google because they have everything you need.

⚰️Him finding out that she isn't human but a shinigami a retired one but she is still one and lived in the Victorian aria if that's boring I don't know what is then.

⚰️Her dressing up in more Victorian style dress and him helping her making them because she misses the fashion from back in the day (I love historical clothing.)

Been a while, bestie.

Izuru Kamukura

You joined Hope’s Peak Academy as the Ultimate Undertaker, and even before he was Izuru, he knew that you were strangely optimistic even for the occupation you had. However, you were very unpredictable. He remembers going to you once for information and instead of payment or even having to torture you, you asked for a joke that would make you laugh.

For approximately 10 minutes, he was not able to make you laugh, something he hadn’t expected, and so you rolled your eyes and called him dryer than the bodies you cremated.

Izuru clapped back, saying, “Aren’t you older than the bodies you bury?”

Luckily for him, you burst into laughter. It had been a while since you got a real belly laugh, as there was no Ultimate Joke Teller. With that being said, he intrigued you. He reminded you of the dolls you made; soulless, hopeless despite being the Ultimate Hope, no gleam in his eyes at all. The thought made you smile, giggling as you went back to work.

Another thing that drew you both to each other was your phosphorescent eyes. Both pairs of eyes glowed in a very menacing way, which was very conflicting for everyone who knew you because you were a very happy person. It was understandable for him, considering he was not one to joke around..

He honestly doesn’t mind how you dress. The Victorian Era seemed to be a good point in your very long life (he was aware you were not human), as there were many dead bodies going through your funeral parlor, but he never expected that you were a Grim Reaper. To be fair, now that he thought about it, it fits you almost perfectly. At least you were able to break free of your figurative restraints and do what you loved.

Now, there are a few times where he will help you around your funeral parlor, especially when you have been employed to help someone and are using a body to get clues about a particular case. He loves helping you because it allows him to spend time with you. Plus, you sometimes get a bit stuck (not really, but you think it’s hot whenever he deducts something from a cadaver), and it leads to you both possibly getting a bit steamy~

As silly as it is, you love calling him “doll” because he reminds you of your ‘dolls’. He grew to like the nickname, as it reminds him of your close connection. You both are two oddballs, hopelessly and ironically in love.

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #izuru kamukura x reader #izuru #izuru x reader #danganronpa izuru #izuru kamukura

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Happy Place, Interrupted

Summary: You and your little family take a trip to Target, your ultimate happy place.The last thing you expect is to run into an ex-boyfriend, one who apparently hasn’t moved on. Read the sequel HERE.

Warnings: Light Angst, Exes, Pregnant Reader, Cursing, Racially Charged Language, Happy Marriages, Protective Andy, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my Growing Pains Series. Please let me know your thoughts. I love feedback. I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading. Written on my phone. All mistakes my own.

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You’re sitting on a bench outside of Target while Andy and the girls pay for all the goodies your little family had thrown in the cart. Some you’d needed, some you didn’t…but hey! That’s what happened whenever you stepped into the most magical place on earth.

At this point, you were nearly six-months along, and you felt it. You felt it in your back, in your knees, in your ankles. Sometimes you had to rest more often than you would have preferred, like right now. But it couldn’t be helped.

At least it was a nice day, you mused as you sipped on your Black Tea Lemonade from Starbucks.

The lines inside hadn’t been too bad, so hopefully your little trio of hoodlums wouldn’t be long. You go to lean back and close your eyes, only to hear your name from somewhere close by.

Your eyes spring open when you hear it again.

Oh my God..was that…was that Malcolm? Your ex-boyfriend?

“Y/N…uh, hey there.” He greets you. “Been a long time.”

Yes, it was.

“Um, yeah. How have you been?” Unsure of what else to say.

“Good. Good.” He offers a small smile.

In truth, the man looked as if he hadn’t aged a day. Malcolm was tall - slightly taller than Andy, with beautiful hazel eyes and milk chocolate skin. You could see that he was still rocking the bald look (which worked for him), and that same stud in his left ear.

To say he wasn’t handsome would be a lie.

“I see that, uh, you’ve been busy.” He gestures to your very pregnant belly. Out of instinct, your hand goes to rest on your bump.

“Looks like.” You nod.

Good Lord, this was awkward.

“Well, um, it was good seeing you.” He mumbles as he turns to walk away.

You sigh and thank the heavens, before closing your eyes once more.

“Okay, you know what? Wait a minute.” Malcolm spins around on his heel. “You know what? No. Just no.”

“Malcolm?”

He forces himself to take a deep breath. “I called you, you know. I called you. A few months after we broke up. I poured my heart out to you, Y/N. And I never heard a damn word back.”

You teeth go to nibble your lower lip. Because you had gotten that message. And you knew why you had never called him back.

Because by then you had met Andy.

“Why didn’t you call me back? Did you even think about it? Think about me?”

“Malcolm, please…let’s not…” This was so not the kind of conversation you wanted to be having outside of a busy fucking Target.

“I told you I wanted kids, and you fucking spooked. You couldn’t wait to run out the goddamned door.”

“Malcolm, sweetheart, I was young. I was barely twenty-three-years-old. I didn’t know what I wanted back then.”

“But you know now?” You hated the look of hurt in his eyes, but it couldn’t be helped. You had moved on a long time ago. He should have too.

“Yes. Back then, the idea of kids scared me.” Let’s go for honesty here.

“Why would the idea have scared you when you had me?”

Oh god. They idea of having kids with Andrew had scared you too. But with him, there had been one monumental difference.

“Malcolm. I didn’t love you.” Your voice comes out in a pained whisper.

He reels back as if you’d struck him.

Shit. You were already pregnant and hormonal, so it’s not like you needed anyone to give you an easy reason to cry. All because you were sitting here, on a bench, hurting a nice guy’s feelings.

“You didn’t love me?”

You shake your head no.

“But you told me you did.”

“And I didn’t know what love was back then. But I can tell you right here, right now, with every bit of breath in my chest, that I am so deeply and desperately in love with my husband, yes husband, that there are some days I can’t half see straight.”

His upper lip curls in what you presume to be anger.

“My husband is my other half. He’s my partner. He makes me laugh, he makes me smile, he keeps my fears at bay, he takes my problems and makes them his own. Because he’s a buttface like that.”

You take a deep breath before you decide to keep going.

“He’s my protector. He’s my everything. I wouldn’t think twice about throwing myself in front of a moving bus for him. Because he’s the right man for me, do you understand what I’m saying?”

Once again he shakes his head “no”.

“Well, please try. For some reason, I was able to let him in, in a way I could never do with you and I’m sorry for that. But I didn’t choose it. I trust that man implicitly. We share everything with each other. And most of all, my sweet Malcolm, I’m happy.”

All you receive is a grunt for your trouble.

“He and I have two precious little girls together, soon to be four. I’m sorry that I hurt you. I am. But I’ve found my happiness. You gotta go find yours.”

You wipe a stray tear from your eyes, knowing that if Andy sees you crying he’d have a fit.

Andy and the girls pick that moment to walk out the exit doors, your babies bouncing on their feet.“Mama!” BiBi yells. “Can you read us the Magic School Bus on the way home, please?” She offers you her biggest smile, making her request almost impossible to resist.

“Pwetty pwetty pwease, pwetty Mama?” Chimes little KitCat.

“Of course, ladies. Be right there.” You blow them a kiss.

“So you and the white boy, huh?” Malcolm growls under his breath. “Is that another part of me that wasn’t good enough for you? Had to go out and get yourself a white man? Make yourself feel important?”

Now it’s your turn to shake your head.

“Goodbye, Malcolm.” You mutter as you take a deep breath and heave yourself off the bench. “It was good seeing you. Take care.”

“Fuck you!” He yells as walk away. “You sadiddy ass bitch! Fuck you and your whole ass family you goddamned liar!”

You’re on Andy as fast as humanly possible For you.

“The fuck!?” He growls, ready to go after Malcolm with a ferocity that would end up with bloody bits and pieces of your ex-boyfriend strewn throughout the parking lot. “The fuck did he just say to you?! To us?!”

“Andy, baby. He’s an ex-boyfriend. He hasn’t moved on. I don’t know why. He was the last person I dated before I met you. I will tell you more later, but please just leave it.” You wrap your arms around his waist. “I wanna go home and read books with my family. With the family he’s jealous that I have, okay?”

You can feel as Andy works to settle himself down.

“Think of the girls, baby.” You whisper.

“The girls. Right.” He looks down at them, still struggling for breath. “Hey girls, I think Daddy needs ice cream. You in?”

“Yeah!”

Crisis averted. For now.

END

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fxshrxfmxn · 1 year

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Hiya! Can you please make a headcanon about how Thaddeus, Philip, Big James, Andrew, Simon Z, and John would react to you being pregnant and then going into labor, and everything that goes with that?

Okay listen….. 👀 I did research for this. Men being present during childbirth back then wasn’t really a thing, they’d be removed from the room(not that they really had a problem with that) and absolutely not allowed to touch anything. If they did they’d be considered ritually unclean according to Jewish law.

(Joseph(the ultimate stepdad) was a real one when Mary went into labor because it was just the two of them and it was an emergency. The article I found with all of this information disagrees, but they literally stayed with the animals and laid the baby in a manger……so you believe what you want I guess.)

So normally, midwife would do the delivery, all the women folk were present if they could be to help out. We’re talking birthing chairs, as many clean cloths as possible, warm water, clean olive oil. I’ll post the link to where I got the info if someone wants it.

Also, new life is always a happy thing, so every one of these men would be happy and excited. However, I’m going to focus on the other accompanying emotions. So don’t get it twisted, they’re all happy, even if I don’t mention it.😉

I also ask you to graciously ignore inconsistencies that I have for sure made. It was such a different time back then, I don’t know which terms they had and which they didn’t.

That being said, 😤 let’s do this.

Andrew:

Anxiety city. He would literally fret over every little thing.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“Do you need me to go get water? I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“You shouldn’t be on your feet so much.”

And that’s just the entirety of your pregnancy, you going into labor??? Dial that up x1000

Dude would be silently panicking, but asking you every single question he can think of.

Shaking hands, jittery and nervous and worried for you.

He’d get you to the midwife as quick as possible.

Most men are just content to stay out of the birthing part,,,, Andrew would have a heart attack.

He’d pace the entire time. Simon Peter would try to get his mind off of it(seeing as Eden would absolutely be involved with you, he’d be around anyways.)

As soon as the door opens, he’s by your side.

Holding baby would wreck him. He’d cry. He’d just be sobbing and kissing the crown of the head.

You both would cry. Him crying would cause you to cry and you’d both be a mess(obviously you’d also be exhausted, so that has a hand in it as well.) Hormones man, they do a number on ya.

Simon Peter would have to pull him away physically in order for them to do anything. He would never want to leave baby even weeks after.

Thaddeus:

He is so sweet all the time. That’s just the general vibe he gives off.

Foot rub? Fo sho. More water? You got it.

The last few days of your pregnancy, he would be right there with you. You’d both be able to tell when it was close. And he’d be stuck to your side.

When you do actually go into labor, he’d be ecstatic. So excited.

Very supportive, getting you safely to the midwives, getting you who or whatever is needed.

Then of course he’d be pushed from the room, while the women worked.

He would seem content on the outside, but he’d be a bit worried on the inside. Not pacing, but he’d for sure be bobbing his leg.

They tell him that he can see you and the baby and Nathaniel kicks him to knock him out of whatever trance he’s in.

So gentle when holding baby, he’d freeze. He’d be afraid of moving.

As soon as he could, he’d hand baby back. Not because he doesn’t want to hold baby, he’s just afraid of making a mistake.

Definitely doesn’t want to hurt baby.

You help him though, teaching him how to support the head and how not to be so stiff.

Over all, he’d be so cautious and loving.

Big James:

Hot take: James is a teddy bear. Super softy, but incredibly protective.

I feel like he’d talk to your belly when it’s just the two of you. Softy to the max.

I feel like he’d find out you were in labor from someone else tho and then like sprint to be there as soon as he could.

He wouldn’t pace, but you know that stance he takes when “protecting” Jesus? Arms crossed, feet wide, chin tilted. He’d stand like that right outside the door. He wouldn’t move, regardless of how long labor takes.

After everything is ready for the father to come see baby:

He’s so tall that when he holds baby for the first time, it’s almost funny how small baby is compared to him.

Idk how his singing voice is, but I feel like he’d try to sing baby to sleep. You’d help too. Whisper singing baby to sleep.

He’d tell baby stories. 100% he just would. He’d talk to them as much as possible.

Simon Z:

Calm and collected. A silent protector.

While training to be a zealot, he didn’t have plans to be married. Let alone raise a child.

He’d be so afraid that this wonderful thing, that is you and the family you two are starting, could be taken away at any time.

His prayer life would be healthy, I’ll tell you that much.

Beyond that: caring for you during your pregnancy and when it gets close to the end; it would be effortless for him.

You wouldn’t have to ask for anything. He’d always be watching you when he was able, so in tune to anything you might need.

He’d know when you were sore.

When you were thirsty.

(You know in cloudy with a chance of meat balls: Earl with his chest hair that tells him when stuff is happening?) yeah. I’m not saying it’s his chest hair, but yknow. 🤷🏻‍♀️

He’d know right when you go into labor without even being in the room.

Because of how he was trained, whenever labor starts, he’d be quick to get you to the midwife and then he’d keep watch.

I’m not talking about standing at the door. Way more than that.

He’d case the building. On the roof. He’d change sides.

He would know the face of every person in there with you AND who passes by.

After you’ve been cleaned and can stay awake long enough, they come to get Simon.

He is basically a sponge while the midwives are talking to him about how to hold baby and what to do while he’s holding baby.

He’s listening, but is always looking at baby.

You thought the way he protected Jesus and you were overkill,,,, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

it’s so much worse.

“Who’s holding baby?”

“They’ve had enough time holding baby.”

“Please sit down while you’re holding baby.”

“Do not touch baby until your hands are clean.”

“Baby is sleeping, be quiet.”

Any of the guys makes so much as a rustle, they are forcibly removed from the room by either the ear or the upper arm, whichever one is the easier grab at that moment.

Philip:

That episode in season 3 when they’re going 2 by 2 and he’s sitting with the kiddos. 🙃🙂🫠 y’all I melted.

He wants kids. Dude wants kids.

Ecstatic at the idea of you being pregnant and getting to raise little ones with you.

He’d do his own form of research, he’d talk to people he trusts who have kids and ask about it.

He’d ask for advice, but would weigh every bit of advice he gets.

Ultimately trusting Adonai for everything beyond his control.

Very calm when you go into labor, knows exactly what to do and where to bring you for the midwife. Will step out begrudgingly.

He doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable, or angry. Also the law….

The first time he holds that baby, he doesn’t want to let go.

Obviously he has to at some point, but his heart changes when he holds your little one.

He loved kids before, but it’s so much more than that now.

He would do anything for that little one and you can tell that the baby already has him wrapped around that tiny finger.

John:

Is so attentive. Would def talk Salome’s ear off about how to be there for you and she would absolutely drill that into him.

Be there. Be present until you can’t be and then be present afterwards.

He gets this excited puppy expression when you tell him you think you’re in labor. You know the one. Pure unbridled glee.

Anxious excited, not so much anxious worried.

Of course he’s concerned. Especially when the midwife kicks him out.

But more excited.

Pacing, bobbing on the balls of his feet while he waits outside.

Listen, Christ is first in all of their lives, but the second he holds that baby for the first time, his world stops.

He’s so infatuated with that little bundle of cloth and softness that he literally can’t hear anyone for a good thirty seconds.

There’s ample teasing from Big James when he meets the little one and sees that John is holding the baby instead of you.

He also won’t let anyone else hold the baby for a good chunk of time.

Slight overkill, but he’s a first time father can you blame him?

One more because I just have to:

Being a part of the ministry while being pregnant and going into labor. This one is more story based and less generic.

Everyone would be at your house because of course they would be when they’re in town, you’d love being a home-base for them.

You loved listening to Jesus talk. He could ramble about agriculture in the background and you’d find comfort in it.

This particular day when the group showed up, Jesus gave you a softer greeting compared to the others who buzzed their way in and made themselves at home.

It took you off guard for a half second before you returned it.

“How are you feeling, y/n?” He would ask. “Ready to be an eema?”

“I feel heavy. And if it means I won’t be pregnant anymore, absolutely.” You would chuckle.

“Oh yes, it’s close isn’t it?” Mary M. smiled warmly at you. “Is there anything I can do for you?” You returned the smile.

“Oh I don’t think so, everything is ready, my own eema is here to help as well. Thank you though, you’re very kind.”

Everyone would sit down and you’d make sure everyone has food and drink. When you finally sit down, someone asks for something and you go to stand up, but Mary M. Tells you to stay where you are and she gets it instead.

In the midst of Jesus talking, you have a particularly uncomfortable cramp. No, that’s an understatement, it hurts, a lot.

You grunt and everyone turns their heads to you.

“Everything all right?” Jesus asks, but when you look up he’s grinning.

“Y/n, I think your water just broke.” Mary says setting down whatever she was doing.

You look down and sure enough, it looks like you’ve wet yourself.

“Well, that’s embarrassing.” You give a half laugh before another contraction makes you double over. Then it’s go time.

Everyone is moving at once to make sure you get to where you need to be.

Mary and Ramah go with you and your eema and just before they get you out the door, a warm hand plants gently on the crown of your head. What you didn’t see was your husband hurriedly speaking to his Rabbi as chaos had begun.

He had asked for a blessing.

Labor was long and by the end, you were completely exhausted.

You slept the rest of the day.

But the next day, once you got to go home with baby, everyone was waiting. It was truly a sight to see.

The whole group is so excited to have another member of the ministry.

The most interesting part about it is the fact that when Jesus holds baby, baby instantly calms.

No matter what was wrong, as soon as he’s cradling the little one, their cries cease. Baby just lays there staring up at the messiah.

(Oh to be a tiny child looking up at your lord and savior)(I cry)

@multifandomsofficial I know this ask was you, lol I hope you enjoyed it.

#the chosen #the chosen tv series #john the beloved #Philip #Simon Z #Big James #Thaddeus #Andrew #fxshrxfmxn fanfic #fxshrxfmxn writing #fxshrxfmxn #pregnancy #childbirth #the chosen tv show #sons of thunder #the chosen headcanons #the chosen fanfic

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ghirahimbo · 2 years

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Fictober 2022 Day 2: "Nobody Warned You About Me?"

Again, this is barely edited 😂 The only real way to get these out in a day is to push them out. Anyway, enjoy some feral Link, I guess?

Pairing: none (pre-Revali/Link)

Rating: G

Warnings: none

[ao3 link]

Revali stared—at the final fizzle of green sparks dancing across the water, at the handful of fish floating belly-up in the pond, at Link diving headfirst into that mess—and wondered just what he was getting himself into. It was an unorthodox method of fishing to say the least, though from the way Link grinned up at him as he surfaced, shaking water from his hair like a mangy dog, Revali suspected that he already knew that.

"Nobody warned you about me, huh?" Link called up to him.

Bristling a bit, Revali fluffed his feathers uncertainly. The thing was, he had been warned—by the princess first, delicately, and later by Mipha, sternly. Link... remembered very little. Was not quite how he had been. In fact, they had ultimately admitted, Revali might as well just forget everything he thought he knew about Link.

He hadn't expected this to be a problem, considering that he'd never known Link all that well to begin with. Now Revali wondered if he shouldn't perhaps forget everything he knew about Hylians, or just civilized society in general.

"As if such weak antics require a warning," he sniffed, making a show of turning up his beak to demonstrate what he thought of that. "You think a great deal of yourself now, don't you?"

Treading water beside a rather unfortunate salmon, Link examined Revali more closely, a curious tilt to his head.

"You're not put off by me," he stated, sounding... a bit less pleased than Revali would have expected, to be honest.

Revali met him stare for stare, unwillingly intrigued.

"I wouldn't go that far," he said dryly. "For one thing, I despair at the state of your wallet. You do realize that you could buy as many fish as you killed for less than the cost of one shock arrow?"

"Buy... fish," Link said slowly, as if tasting some strange new idea. His brow furrowed. "Buy shock arrows? Why do that when you can just snatch 'em off a Lynel?"

...It was an effort for Revali not to drop his mask of disdain. Link could not have merely lost his memories. He must have lost his mind, as well.

"You..." Revali fumbled his words despite himself. "You're saying you would rather..."

"That's not what I meant, though." Link shook his head, dismissing as unimportant his own insane worldview. Swimming forward, he waited until he'd climbed out of the pond, water dripping down the shorts that Revali assumed passed for Hylian underwear, before explaining himself. "I mean, you don't... miss me." His mouth twisted. "As I was."

"Oh, hardly," Revali scoffed. "I wouldn't necessarily say that... this..." His vague gesture took in all of Link. "...is any improvement, but I wouldn't shed a tear for who you were before, either."

"Huh." Link didn't seem to know what to make of that, and distracted himself from having to form a response by examining the dead fish clutched by the tail in his hand. "So... you staying for dinner, or did you just come by to gawk for a bit? Fine by me, either way."

"I don't think so, no," Revali said, his beak instinctively curling. He shuddered to think what must come out of Link's cookpot on a regular basis, considering how he sourced his food. "I just thought I might as well... well, meet you, I suppose. Call me sentimental, but I thought you might also like to see me alive for a change."

"Oh!" Link blinked. "I mean, yeah. Of course I'm happy you're... alive. Really happy!" Under his breath, he repeated, "Really happy."

"Of course." Revali inclined his head as if Link had managed to respond with far greater eloquence than that. He allowed graciously that it wasn't a typical social interaction by anyone's standards.

"You sure you don't want any fish?" Link offered again, eyeing Revali sideways. "There's plenty here for both of us. I have a flameblade stashed away, so the fire should go quickly—"

"No," Revali said firmly. "I... have places to be, thank you. I only came to say hi."

If he hadn't been watching closely, he might have missed it: Link's grim, self-satisfied smile, quickly smothered. Revali wondered if any of the others had realized yet that this feral act of his was no less a mask than his stoic knight persona from before, angled to repel now rather than to blend in. Link might have been "really happy" they were alive, but he still didn't want them around.

Unfortunately for him, this particular mask was much more intriguing than the last, in a voyeuristic, natural disaster sort of way. Anyway, Revali had a debt to fill.

Link shrugged, stretching his arms up casually. "I understand. Shame you couldn't stay longer, but—"

"I'll be back," Revali interrupted, and saw Link's face fall ever so slightly. "Sometime soon, I think. Keep an eye out for me."

"...Sure." Link's smile became abruptly, worryingly genuine. "I do kinda travel around, though, you know? Might not be easy tracking me down."

Link had avenged Revali's death by defeating the beast that killed him. The fact that Revali had ultimately returned to life made little difference, considering that he'd achieved such a miracle mostly due to Link's actions to begin with. He would discover what this bizarre version of Link needed, and he would fill that need. Only then would his conscience be clear.

And of course, if he could infuriate Link a bit in the process, so much the better.

"I assure you," Revali smiled thinly, leaning forward, and had the pleasure of watching Link lean back. "I'm up to the challenge."

Unfortunately for them both, a Rito never let a debt go unpaid.

#revalink #fictober 2022 #my writing

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pink-bear · 2 years

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NSFW Alphabet: Gundham Tanaka

I want this man to breed me HOO BOY...

Stuff under the cut. Character is depicted as 18+

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Despite acting like a DARK, BROODING DEMON Gundham is a total sweetheart. This can be best seen with how he gives his partner aftercare.

Everything someone could need both physically and emotionally is provided, and he is especially cuddly during times like these.

While he’s a man of few words, he’ll muse praise and adoration for his partner.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his hands. They are hard working, have suffered their share of bites and scratches, and they are what harness his DARK POWERS...or something like that-

He likes his partners eyes. He can gaze into them and see if they are truly worthy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Holy smokes does this guy cum a lot, especially when it’s been a few days since his last release. It comes out in long, thick ropes and can go pretty far.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Praise him. Worship him. Treat him like the Supreme Lord of Ice and demon prince he is and he will eat. That. Shit. UP.

If his partner roleplays with him and worships his body, status and talent, he is in pure fucking bliss. He goes all out and doesn’t hold back.

What kind of dark lord would he be if he could not please such a loyal and generous worshipper?

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

If you ship it, he lost his virginity to a certain blonde haired, soap opera loving princess 😉

He was a natural, even with his first time. Apart from a little bit of awkwardness starting out, he quickly found his groove and completely blew his partner away.

He doesn’t like it when people ask him about his previous experiences, especially if they imply he’s gotten a lot of it. He just naturally knows what he’s doing, even though he hasn’t had a lot of encounters.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style 100%. It just seems natural to him, and he loves gripping his partner’s waist and driving himself in deep. It also gives him ample opportunities to give his partner “love bites” to show people who they belong to~

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He likes to keep things serious; sex isn’t the place to be silly. Even so, he likes to smile softly after the deed is done at his partner, just to show how happy he is.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Has a happy trail that goes from just bellow his belly button to a neatly maintained nest of black hair. Don’t let his lack of eyebrows fool you, he has a decent amount of hair overall (but goes to great lengths to keep it tidy, but never completely shaven).

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

It depends on who he’s with. He saves the intimate, romantic stuff for longer term partners, or people he really trusts. When he does have that special someone, he is incredibly passionate and affectionate.

Of course, if the mood is right, he can also be a total animal.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

A lot of times he’s too busy to even think about tending to himself that way. With the dozens of animals, he cares for and his website to maintain, he has a lot on his plate.

Once his need to breed makes itself known, he practically dedicates a whole night to it. He jerks off several times and uses a fleshlight to make the experience even better.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Big surprise, but Gundham is the king of breeding kinks. He loves doing scenarios where he is creating an heir, and hearing his partner beg for it gives him goosebumps.

He’ll play this fantasy with anyone, regardless of whether they have a vagina or not. It’s less about the ability to actually impregnate someone and more about the dominance.

…that said, impregnating someone is his ultimate fantasy come true. Then he truly will be the Ultimate Breeder (and yes, he will totally step up and father the child).

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

idk how to explain it, but “private public places”. What I mean is places like behind buildings, in a (clean) barn, outside (on private property). Basically, places that aren’t as private as a bedroom, but are also unlikely to have someone walk in on them.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The winds of spring carry a scent…a need to act out the most passionate and carnal desire to become one with his soulmate. To dance Mother Nature’s primal waltz. Tangled in the sheets, to the song of moaning and crying out into the dark of the night. To exchange their very life essence…perhaps to even create new life. To achieve his ultimate purpose of creating an heir worthy of his throne of ice and fire.

…basically, he has a mating season-

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything unhygienic, as always.

Other than that, he doesn’t like to sub that much. He’ll do it, and enjoys it with the right person, but 7/10 times he’ll decline bottoming. He doesn’t like doing anything that makes him feel weak, and bottoming can sometimes make him feel like that, unless his partner makes him feel more comfortable with it.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers giving it more than receiving it. And as you’d expect from a breeder, he is very good at what he does. That tongue is wonderful and can reach plenty of places.

While he prefers his “unholy seed to be planted” within his partner, he’ll rarely turn down the offer of a bj if his partner is persistent enough.

Seeing his partner swallowing his cum is a great way to get that cute blush on his cheeks :3

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on how he’s feeling that day, but more often than not he goes hard and fast. He simply can’t help it, it’s in his blood.

But when the mood is more chill/romantic, he’ll happily go at a slower pace.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

A breeder wants to make sure he does a thorough job...but a quickie now and then can be enjoyable. If it doesn’t interfere with his work, he’s receptive to the idea.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Even if he will sometimes act that he doesn’t care about being caught, he really doesn’t like the idea of it. Like I said in the location category: He likes doing it “private” public places with little chance of anyone walking in on them.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Oh boy, this guy can go for a LONG while. Both in how long he can last, and how many rounds he can go. He isn’t the Ultimate Breeder for nothin~

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns a vibrator, a fleshlight for masturbating, and several collars, leashes and harnesses ;3

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can only put up with a tiny bit of teasing before getting impatient. He wants to get right to it, and there’s no reason to waste time with mere prattling!

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

A bit more on the quiet side. He’ll let out some grunts, soft moans and the occasional praise/pet name, but he really focuses on the task at hand. One of his favourite things to do is growl in his partner’s ear and feeling them tighten around him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes tying his partner’s hands up with his scarf (if they’re into that) hehe-

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Has an uncut cock that is long (around 7.5 inches) and thick, as well as a real heavy pair of balls. There’s a noticeable thick vein that runs along his shaft. He’s got the assets of a breeder, what can I say?

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s an on and off thing for him. For the most part it’s kinda on the down low, and he doesn’t really seek it. If his partner makes the first move, he’ll happily reciprocate, though.

But sometimes, he’ll go into “rut”, and that’s when the cravings really hit hard. He’s almost insatiable, so hopefully his partner is up to the task!

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He has a lot of animals to take care of, so unless sex is the absolute last thing he is doing that day, he’s gonna be up and doing his chores (after a nice cuddle session, of course).

If his partner is too busy to help, he’ll tuck them into bed, give them a kiss and some romantic parting words.

🌸🌸🌸

Y’all should’ve expected some kinky shit to be here, but what did you expect from someone called the Ultimate Breeder?

Hope you enjoyed! And if you don’t agree with any of these, that’s fine! These are just my personal headcanons!

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#danganronpa #danganronpa smut #danganronpa lemon #gundham tanaka #headcanons #NSFW.#do not tag as kin

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Happy Friday and almost weekend! Hope you are feeling good 💚

I saw 'Fix it Friday' and had to immediately think of the lovely Favorite Crime trio. Whether zhey actually have to fic something for their omega neighbor or if it's just an excuse to spend more time with her, they turn into the ultimate fixers and craftsman

“Just letting you know…” Steve paused what he was doing and looked at you in all your beautiful nature, struggling to balance in your late pregnancy. “…I can’t see my toes, I haven’t seen my toes in weeks. I want me nails painted.”

“Baby,” Steve laughs softly, dropping one of the animals into the stuffy ‘zoo’ that had been made for your pup, and walked toward you, “you want me to paint your toenails?”

“I’m just saying, I don’t want to have ugly feet-“ you wince and rub your belly, a dull pain starting to radiate.

“Is it time?” Ari peered into the room, watching you and Steve closely. “Your scent spiked, honey.”

“No,” you waved him off with a sigh, “no, its Braxton Hicks.”

“Y/N wants her toes painted.” Steve adds another few stuffed animals to the zoo then he moves on to another task, unloading and hanging the leather jackets that had been gifted for your pup.

“I can help you,” Ari coos sympathetically, reaching for your hand to direct you to the comfortable chair set up in the nursery, “what colour, babe?”

“How about…” you sank onto the cushion with a groan, followed by a sigh when Ari grasped your ankle. “…baby blue.”

“Blue as in…a boy?” Steve jest, side-eying you for an answer on your pups gender.

“No,” you countered, “baby blue like the colour of your eyes. Both of your eyes.”

“Blue it is!” Ari stood and pat your stomach proudly before he started to depart the room.

“And snacks please! Strawberries with Nutella-“

“And whipped cream!” Ari called over his shoulder, already knowing what you wanted and needed.

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loosesodamarble · 2 years

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Faustsele Part 10: WOODEN DOLL

WOODEN DOLL (music video)

The last of the Faustsele songs. And this one is dedicated to Josele’s feelings towards Nacht. In general, I think “WOODEN DOLL” speaks to certain parts of Nacht’s character and thus gives voice to many of Josele’s concerns for him.

Please, don't make that face, like you're sucking up every sorrow there is

Please, I don't like to see you beat up by memories that have passed…

Just how much pain do despair and resignation bring? Nobody else would understand; only you know what's right for you...

Nacht hurt his loved ones—Morgen, Yami, Josele—because of his reckless actions. He takes the guilt of Morgen’s death and even Josele’s downward spiral upon himself. The memories have haunted him for years. And Nacht, he holds onto those memories, that guilt, to punish himself. Josele sees this and would be concerned. She asks Nacht not to burden himself in such a way because she knows what it’s like to hate and punish one’s self. Cursing herself was that for herself, in part. However, she knows she doesn’t fully understand what’s going on in Nacht’s mind but she hopes that he will find the closure he needs.

As much as you distrust affection and friendship, They're not things you give all by yourself, nor decide alone...

These lines are about Nacht not believing that he is deserving of love and friendship. It’s less about not trusting in a general sense but more specifically he doesn’t trust himself with something so kind. And Josele is there to tell Nacht that she loves him, that Yami is his friend, regardless of what Nacht says. He can’t stop them from feeling the way they do.

You're not as awful as you think; Certainly sometimes, it must be someone else's fault I won't say to stop wishing pain on others; That's just another part of you… But you see, you're only looking at what you've lost, Yet have you counted what you've been given? If you've forgotten, then make yourself remember; If you don't, I'll be so sad...

The bridge of “WOODEN DOLL” is basically just Josele pouring her heart out to Nacht. He’s not pure evil. Morgen’s death doesn’t fall solely on Nacht’s shoulders. And even the spiteful parts of Nacht are okay to have, though it’s definitely something that needs to be worked on. Josele does acknowledge that Nacht suffered in the past but his present is full of hope, now that he’s living with the Black Bulls. And it hurts her when Nacht can’t see what’s right in front of him. Nacht is hurting himself and Josele both by denying his own happiness.

I’m going to circle back to the choruses, specifically the first version of it. Because it’s the first version of the chorus that has really strong Nacsele vibes.

I love you even when you hate yourself - do you hate me, too? It's always this way; deep in their hearts, everyone looks down on others, Paralyzed by the fear of being looked down upon…

The first half of the first line is pretty self explanatory. But the second half, asking if Nacht hates Josele too makes sense because he hated what Josele had become after she cursed herself. Nacht did hold himself responsible for driving her to that action with his accusation. As for the last two lines, Nacht looked down on the Black Bulls because they embodied the faults of his own past, being reckless and frivolous and delinquents. He hated them because he hated himself and projected it outward.

This song isn’t all about concern and looking on the past however. It’s ultimately loving and hopeful. Remember the line about counting what has been given and being loved despite hating one’s self. That spirit is shown best in these lyrics.

Make sure to speak, as loud as you can; now open your eyes - wah-hah-haha!

Make sure to laugh; lie on the couch, hold your belly - wah-hah-haha!

Before you cry that "it isn't anywhere," Make sure to look at me, right in front of you…

Josele wants Nacht to be able to look to the future. To smile and laugh with confidence that he deserves happiness. And if Nacht doubts him himself, in happiness, Josele asks him to look to her. Because she will be there for him.

“WOODEN DOLL” really is a perfect song for Josele and Nacht. It mentions the things Nacht struggles with but without getting weighed down with those heavy feelings. Throughout, it is energetic. It’s a song of hope, something which Nacht really needs and Josele already holds for his sake.

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dollwritesarchive · 2 years

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I'm so excited that you finally finished jjk omg! Also I feel you on not wanting to wait for the movie unfortunately I didn't get to see it when it was in theaters 😭 so we'll be watching it at the same time once it's on crunchyroll lol. Do you have any plans to read the manga btw? I'll be honest I don't like reading manga as much as watching anime so I would totally get it if you didn't, Its just that I feel like its gonna take them a while to catch up to the manga and I couldn't wait lol

Also the no hard limits 👀 you're an ✨inspiration✨ LOL but as someone that also doesn't have alot of hard limits I love that 🥰 I definitely think you fit in with some of the other jjk writers bc off the top of my head I'm pretty sure the most fucked up fic I've ever read was a sukuna fic lol like I've seen some people get WILD on here with sukuna and mahito. You know I'm just gonna throw this out there ik it's not for everyone but mahito with tentacles LOL just a thought that I cant get out of my head 👀

fr the day that I read the gb fic for mahitos group is the day that I ASCEND I will probably never recover from that ❤

Also I'm probably gonna finally start aot now that I know you're gonna write for it, you've given me the push I needed lol

Some more tiktoks for you 😘

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRydmgu7/?k=1

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRydx6q7/?k=1 STOP HES SO CUTE 😭

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRydFVjM/?k=1

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZTRyd6gEp/?k=1

OMG YOU HAVENT SEEN IT EITHER? Then I’m very excited to hear all your thoughts on it once we watch it!! ❤️ I think Toge has the spiky hair in that? Which is honestly a fucking look

BUT it is gonna be weird not seeing Mahito 😭 my baby boy 😭😭

I don’t think I’ll read it; I don’t read much manga (I don’t have the time and brainpower DKDKKSK) ! The last one I read was funouhan which honestly, very underrated. If you like gore and horror and a sexy wicked man (which I know you do 🤪) definitely give that one a try too if you’ve the time! (But maybe don’t read it around folks because it’s pretty nsfw sometimes) I don’t think there’s an anime that accompanies it. I do think there’s a live action movie but I’ve never seen it. But let me just appreciate usobuki rq 🥰

IVE CONSIDERED MAHITO WITH TENTACLES. Here’s the thing is that I know he would manipulate his shape when you fucked like that’s just so obvious and he’d do it just to be cruel 😭 you’d be so overwhelmed by him already, and then he’s making you take another him in your ass or he doubles his size just to see it poke out of your belly THE MANS SO EVIL I LOVE HIM

The gb fic ideas I have MY BELOVEDS I really need to get on them because I can see them both so clearly in my head and they’re FILTH pure dark FILTH (poor reader, that’s what I’ll say. Poor thing trying to take them all 🥹)

OMG ??? DO YOU KNOW HOW HAPPY THAT MAKES ME

Okay confession (justwhenithoughtisaidallicansaymychickonthesidesaidshegotoneontheway) AOT is, without question, without a shadow of a doubt, my favorite anime of all time. it took me a year after it came out to start it and I was hooked EVER SINCE. Levi Ackerman? My ultimate anime husband. If I had to pick one and only one, I’d choose him EVERY TIME. I would love love love to hear your reactions and thoughts about AOT when you watch it although I will say please power through season 1. It’s not bad but trust me it gets REALLY GOOD seasons 2 and 3.

YES MY TIKTOK FUEL

The gambling scene is still too much for me like mahito is so WHINY HE THROWS A TANTRUM

TOGE TRYING THE VERONICA TREND FIDKKDKD I would open the door before he even started singing I’m sorry but you are not getting away from me ❤️

Also just choso in general DAMN

That last tiktok… you know exactly what to show me. You UNDERSTAND the Doll Gaze ™️

SO SINCE YOU ALWAYS PROVIDE THE GOODS WITH THE JJK TIKTOKS (please keep them coming as much as you want 🥰 they’re all incredible) I would like to share some levi with you in hopes to convince you even more to watch aot !!

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRydCau1/?k=1

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRydVojy/?k=1

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRydbLgK/?k=1

ALSO PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF FUCK watch it subbed. Do not get subjected to Levi’s blink 182 sounding voice in the dubbed version 💀

#jjk nonnie !

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Hi! Can you please write a Tommy x wife reader where he has to physically defend his pregnant wife or his wife and baby? Maybe they’re attacked or broken into, or someone tries to kill them, you decide what it is just dramatic ofc. Protective defensive papa bear Tommy is hot like literally so hot.

Thank you for waiting ♥️ hope you enjoy it and happy new year!

Rated: Teen - Attempted murder of a pregnant women, shooting, violence, dead bad guys, panic attackish / shock. Stiches & Kissing.

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He was walking through a large foggy field, it was complex but ultimately inviting. It was peaceful and quiet as the white clouds billowed around him. The only thing he was missing was you. A feeling sank into his gut that you would be along with the kids soon, so there was no reason to worry. Warm air brushed his arms….

*CRASH & LOUD SCREAM*

Suddenly he jolted awake from his office chair. Life after war left him without moments of pause in these situations. Instantly he was on his feet grabbing the gun from his top drawer. He checked the bullets while running up the stairs towards your shared bedroom. From the landing he heard you screaming and cursing at someone, entering the room he could see a man’s limp body at your feet. Looking up he saw you in a lavender colored silk nightgown that hugged your swelling breasts and large belly tightly. Your stance was tense and you held up a wooden bat. You stopped yelling as soon as he entered the room.

Across from you there was a tall man clearly taken by emotion, his hands shook violently. Tommy looked at him and noted his stance and the pained expression in his eyes, clearly when he took on this job he’d not thought about killing a woman with child. He probably signed up to kill the famous incarnation of the devil.

The heavy pause continued, all of the air seemed to be sucked out of the room as he stood there staring the man down. He was looking at Tommy but the gun’s direction towards you made his blood boil. The man took a sharp inhale and it was quickly made clear that he’d made his decision and wasn’t the type for flashy speeches.

Tommy made a quick dash towards your body, determined to put himself in between you and what was coming. He felt the bullet tear through the flesh of his left bicep which was almost as painful as the heart wrenching scream that you let out. Panic surged through his body and he quickly shot the man between the eyes. He only caught his body crumpling to the floor in the corner of his eye as he turned himself around to see you.

You were standing, hands frantically reaching for him, speaking words that couldn't reach his ears. He gripped your arms tightly, then ran his hands over you checking for anything, any possible sign of damage to you or the baby. He knew he should try to listen to what you were saying but no matter how hard he tried, all he was capable of was touching your flesh in search of danger. His hands were shaking like they did when he was a kid in the war, blood was running down his arm but he was sure it was his so it was irrelevant.

You pulled his body against yours the best you could with the babe in the way. He felt your cold fingers wrap around the back of his neck pulling his face down towards you.

“Tommy we're fine.” The whisper broke through the silence ringing in his head. He let out a shaky breath and embraced you tightly. Desperately needing to hold every part of you as if you were still in danger of leaving this earth.

“Francis!” Your sharp voice called out, despite knowing the maid was in the doorway he still refused to let go of you. “Call the family and tell them to get here asap! I need first aid supplies, and someone to fetch Johnny and the men. I want the house looked over and secured!” She commanded and he cursed himself for being trapped in this trance. He couldn't comprehend anything properly, his whole world was on pause over the possibility that you could have been harmed. That his child could have been harmed. He felt himself shudder and he lunged back into reality, he had shit to do, people to protect. An attack on you was a direct attack on the whole family.

Your hands were always stronger than he thought they could be. You forced him to sit down on the edge of the bed.

“Are you alright?” He finally got the words out.

“No! I am certainly not alright. You’ve been fucking shot. There’s fucking blood everywhere Thomas. Let me look at it!” She started to inspect the wound.

“It’s just a scratch love. Just need to know that you're okay, the baby is okay?”

“We are fine. I can stitch this, it's a clean line.” You stated.

“No time for that right now, I have fucking shit to do.”

“If you leave my side for one fucking second I will shoot you myself. I'm a much better shot and you know it.” You whispered while staring him down fiercely. He could see the fear in your eyes and felt the tremors in your hands as they attempted to control the bleeding. He could also see that you were moments away from losing your temper and he knew how that would end.

“Alright.” Was the best he could do. He had one unconscious man to question, but until everyone showed up there wasn't much he could do anyway. He regretted killing the man so quickly, but it was instinct that had taken over. His accomplice and employer would meet a much slower and hellish death. He was desperate to get to it, but was ultimately torn by his desire to stay with you, claim you. Smother himself in your presence until he was sure you wouldn't be ripped away from him.

First aid kit showed up and she got to work on the arm. “Where did you get the bat from?” He asked trying to focus on something else.

“I always sleep with one under my side of the bed, I have since I was a kid” She answered absently, focused on the stitches. She’d been a nurse in the war, and to this day he had never seen anyone like her. Her work was always done in half the time and more organized than anyone else. He loved the way your brow creased and the way you crinkled your nose when the needle was slippery.

“There, all back together.” She said tying off the bandage. Before she could move he was kissing her with a passion he didn't think he was capable of. The kiss deepened and he hitched up the now ruined nightgown, guiding her to straddle his lap. His hands roamed over the span of her belly possessively causing her to moan softly into his mouth.

You were alive and safe and his.

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cloudyyangel · 3 years

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Nanami Kento thinks you look best in his blue button up. He enjoys seeing the stretch and pull of the fabric against your plump body. He also enjoys the events leading up to you tugging on his shirt.

3.3k

nsfw, cw: lack of prep, dry humping, body inclusive reader, afab reader, slight praise kink, one ass smack

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Nanami watches as you gather your underwear from the foot of his bed and slip back into them, a small smile playing at your lips. Your wiggles to get them just right over your thighs and ass has Nanami sighing softly as he leans against the headboard- eyeing every piece of plush flesh that bounces with your movements.

He had tried to coax you to stay in bed, dinner can wait sweetheart, but you had been adamant about feeding the over worked and stressed sorcerer (No Kento, I am not a suitable meal! You told him for the fifth time). He had came straight home from work and gotten you into bed before any greetings of hellos or how are yous.

You glance around for your shirt, the one he won’t mention is on the opposite side of the bed by the wall. It’s a game for him; getting you to throw your shirt off in a lust fueled haze and losing it. You always try to find it afterwards, sometimes even nudging him to roll over so you can search under him. Nanami was patient as his gaze followed you around the room- he knew the ultimate victory of the night was close. It sent a pleasant warmth through his chest as you finally give up and pull on the only shirt on the floor.

Nanami is built different, as you’ve jokingly told him many times. He’s tall with broad shoulders and a toned physique from fighting curses over the years. You, in a great difference, are soft with rounded edges that contrast with his sharp angles. You love to watch him flex as he chops vegetables for dinner, or see the taut skin of his stomach as he stretches before bed- it’s everything you’re not and it use to sting a bit, cut into your heart that maybe you weren’t good enough.

Nanami Kento, on the other hand, loves the opposition of your bodies. He loves the soft skin of your shoulders under his hands, to feel fat squeezing between his fingers as he grips your thighs, loves to watch your belly match the pumps of his hips as he drives his cock into you. He loves you, truly and wholeheartedly, and everything about you. Over time his sweet words, sinful praises, and all consuming actions have nestled their way into your body to take home in your skin.

They settle in your heart- the logic conscious man had no time to string someone along or for empty compliments. Fine, Nanami had relented one night after you explain why you’re not enough for him, you are big. You’re also beautiful, smart, amazing, talented. It’s just another word that describes why I love you. You start to believe it after that.

The blue button up you pull on after a session of love making is what he loves the most. Out of all the looks you had, it was his favorite. The fabric clings to the fat of your arms while the wrists are loose. It stretches across your full chest with only three buttons fastened in an attempt to hold you even as they pull taut (you know they’re reliable, just like the man who wears it). It couldn’t cover your tummy, even with how broad he is, but the material covers enough for you to trot around the room in.

It’s ill fitting- not necessarily too small, but made for a slimmer and taller build. Tailor made for Nanami Kento. On you, it’s a frumpy mess- the blue material wrinkling at odd places, bunching up around your arms but god if he doesn’t melt at the sight of you. His blue button up, stretched safely around your bigger form- it reminds him that you are his, that you love him, that he can protect and cherish you. He tries to keep it out as often as he can, fighting his urge to keep everything smartly in its place, just in hopes of you tugging it on. He soon found out that you were more willing to pull it on when you were in a dazed state, wanting to put on some semblance of clothes after an extended period of being exposed. Nanami was more than happy to provide that mindset for you.

This evening, his shirt had been tossed to the floor as soon as he entered the bedroom. His tie was somewhere in the living room, his glasses by the front door, shoes strewn across the entrance. Nanami is a smart man, however, and was careful with this shirt- he let that drop right in the middle of the room, to be sure it was the only thing you saw after he had satisfied both of your needs.

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“Impatient, hmm Kento?” You teased as his hands groped at the fat on your hips to pull you even closer to him. He was home exactly on time despite the complaint of overtime and caught you by surprise. Nanami had strode into the bedroom with no words as he let his shirt drop to the floor and immediately captured your lips in a kiss.

The normally composed sorcerer had called on his break to rant about useless colleagues and a curse getting too close for comfort and that he just wanted to hear your voice. He promised to try not to work too late, I miss you darling, but you knew he put everything he had into work and told him you would be waiting for him with a smile.

Nanami hummed as he bruised your lips in a needy kiss. “I just need you.” He had muttered with a rut of his hips against yours. His length was already pronounced and it made you pull back with a slight gasp- light glistened off the string of spit that connected you two.

The situation at work must have gotten to him, his controlled façade had slipped completely off as he attacked you with an usual fervor. His hands squeezed your hips before they roamed over your tummy- it was one of his favorite places to touch and kiss and squeeze and worship.

He never faltered on his slow, methodical, rut against you, not slowing down to even remove both of your bottoms. “K-kento, we can-“ Your suggestion to continue in bed was cut off when his hands wrapped around your back to grope at your ass.

He always did go straight for what he wanted. Which explained why he was rutting you into the wall with spit spread around your lips.

His hips sped up and harsh pants met your face as he pressed forward. Nanami’s brow was furrowed, fingers griped tight on your ass as he slotted between your legs. His composure, his calmness, had been tossed to the side along with his shirt the second he saw you. Now, his cock was leaking into his slacks and he was just so desperate to feel you against him that the wall would do for now.

The new closeness brought his hard cock right against your cunt, still both clothed but the friction was enough to make you grow wet and grind back against him. The angle pushed you up on your toes, desperate to feel even more of him and if you angled your hips just right, you could feel Nanami’s length slide right over your clothed slit.

You had refused on multiple times to be picked up, even when he insisted on multiple times that he could. Instead, he accommodated your needs and wants, simply finding a way to be able to grind against you while he pressed your back against the wall. He bent down to suck the smooth skin of your neck into his mouth, only to increase the speed of his ministrations on your now dripping cunt.

His hips rubbed harder against you, effectively pining you to the wall and it started to burn against your skin. The sting only amplified the feeling every time it rubbed against your pussy lips and you couldn’t help but whimper with every thrust.

Deep in your stomach, something tightened and grew into a comfortable pressure, your orgasm growing with every thrust of Nanami’s hips. One hand left your ass to roughly paw at your chest, his fingers easily found the pebbled nipple and rolled it a few times before he gave a light tug. As you gasped he took the opportunity to shove his mouth over yours, to lavish his tongue against yours. It wasn’t enough for you, or him, but you were the first to break.

You needed more, needed him and needed something physical to touch you. "Kento, please” you whined into his mouth as you felt the soaked fabric of your underwear stick and cling to you.

The broken cry brought Nanami back as he pulled away from your hips, not able to control his harsh pants. The sudden stop made you jerk against him, desperate for any relief against your clit that throbbed under your pants. Nanami stared down at you, blond hair stuck to his sweaty forehead with darkened eyes, and heaved a few deep breaths. His expression cleared as he took in your state- the caretaker role slid back on as he saw how wrecked you were from just a few minutes of dry humping. Your eyes were half lidded and cloudy with tears from the friction, hips still stuttered from the loss of contact, and your chest heaved. When he didn’t move, you reach forward with a grabby hand to tug his belt towards you. He easily caught your hand and slightly ‘tsk’ed when you voiced your displeasure with a frown.

“Look what you do to me.” He sighed and brought both of your hands to his cock that strained against the fabric of his slacks. You desperately gripped at the hardness which earned you a sharp hiss from his kiss bruised lips. You mewled at the sound but Nanami was never one to be outdone.

He eyed your own sex and let out a small chuckle. “Look what I do to you.” He said amused as he rubbed your hands over the wet spot of your pants. The pressure made the fabric catch against your slick lips, swollen from the rough friction and you arched into it before he pulled the hands away. He chuckled at your pout and wiggle to find friction again.

“I can’t believe how needy you are,” you bit out in frustration at his tease, “dry humping me like a virg-.” He swallowed the rest of your retort with a heavy kiss and quick swat to your ass. The small spank had you flatten yourself against the wall with a surprised gasp.

“You’re the one soaked through two layers of clothes. I think you’re the needy one, sweetheart.” He commented with a harsh tug on your ass which slammed your hips against his. It pressed your lips against your clit and sent a jolt through your body and the loud whine that left your lips already proved his point as he dragged you towards the bed. He brought his hands back to himself and left you to stand in front of him.

Nanami didn’t break your gaze as he went to unbuckle his pants and flung them off somewhere (you would tease him later how messy that was, throwing his clothes around like a teenager). You shifted as you watched his thick cock spring free of his slacks. The pretty red head slapped against his flushed stomach and you swallowed a whine as your cunt continued to throb. You would drop to your knees if he asked, pull your knees as wide as they would go, press your face into the mattress- anything to get his perfectly thick pretty cock inside of you. Nanami was observant as ever and smirked as he sat down on the bed.

“Like I said, needy.” His voice was a rumble and the comment sent a flutter through you. Nanami eyed you up and down, still fully clothed even as he sat naked on the bed, and gave a solid pat to his thigh.

“Take off your pants.”

Nerves shot through you- even after being with Nanami for so long. It was a force of habit to hide your body, to not show off and it made your movements lag as you unbuttoned and pulled off your pants. Despite his preference to see you naked- he rarely undressed you himself. He allowed you to take off whatever clothes you felt comfortable enough to remove, and at your own pace.

He was patient, as he always was, while you worked to obey him and not listen to the doubts that swirled in your head. His command, soft as it was, fought against those doubts you had. You wanted to please him, feel the praise run through your body, and that beat out whatever words had been thrown at your body in the past. His pale eyes watched as your thighs were freed and jiggled as you lifted you feet to kick them away.

His legs parted slowly (god what a sight to see Nanami Kento spread his legs wide for your body) and you slotted yourself in between his strong legs. “Look at you,” it came out breathless as he softly slid his hands under your shirt and you took the silent command to throw it off along with your bra, “sweetheart you’re gorgeous.” He pressed a few kisses to your stomach, his lips sinking into your skin. Your hands threaded through his blonde locks to let your nails scrape against his skull.

That was the praise that made every piece of exposed skin worth it- his gentle tone and sweet words sunk into the fat on your body and sent a shiver through you. He responded with soft bites into your even softer skin; his lips sucked a few red marks next to your navel to prove his point.

“Come join me, please Angel. Let me feel you.” He spoke quietly as he lead you onto his lap. You obeyed wordlessly- his words, his voice washed over you and made you compliant. Your weight pressed against his strong thighs, the bed dipped beneath your combined weight, and your stomach trapped his cock between the two of you as you settled down on his lap.

Nanami’s lips instantly latched onto your nipple, sucking and licking the hard bud. His hands roamed across your back, dipped to your love handles to pull you against him and you pressed up closer to his cock. His hips thrusted up on instinct to fuck his cock against your soft stomach, and drew a small moan from your lips. You rolled your hips against him which left behind a nice slick of your juices on his lap. His cock twitched against your stomach just as your clit pulsed from lack of stimulation.

Nanami was more than happy to lazily roll hips against hips until someone gave in. Once again, you broke first. “Wanna feel you Kento, please.” You muttered as your hips sped up on his lap. Your clit throbbed with every light push and you could feel the quiver travel through your thighs.

“You will, sweet girl. I’ll fill you up, give you what you need.” He promised as his hand travelled down to finally touch your wet pussy. His long fingers teased your slit and one easily slid between the folds. He had been the one to storm into the room and dry hump you to a wreck, but now wanted to properly get you ready.

You tried not to pout at him being a gentlemen to prep you but at this point he had teased you too long. You whined and weaved your fingers through his light hair to tug his gaze up to your own. Your empty cunt was painful as it pulsed around nothing. “No, please Kento, I need you now. I promise I can take it I promise just- I need you right now please please-“ he kissed your babbles away and moved his hands to grip the back of your thighs. He was patient, but even he had a limit.

Nanami pulled back to lock his pale gaze onto your teary eyes. “Can you handle that sweetheart?” He asked firmly, any tease gone.

You nodded quickly, blinking away tears at the need of his fat cock inside of you. “Promise Ken! I promise!” You whined and he shushed you again.

“That’s enough baby, lift up for me.” You pushed up on your knees and pawed at his chest as he lined up at your entrance. Your little whines of ‘please’ were silenced as the tip of his cock slipped through your slick hole.

As Nanami helped you lower yourself, he let out a string of encouragements, “You can take it, I know you can good girl, just go slow, don’t rush yourse-“ his words were cut off with a broken moan as you spread your knees and sank further down on his cock. “F-fuck baby.” His head dropped against your shoulder and he fully moaned.

Nanami was vocal in the aspect that he would praise you, give you commands, but those moans were special and sent an electrical shock right to your core. You griped at his hair and wrapped your arms around his neck with your own whine as his thick cock stretched you out.

It burned. As wet as you were, it practically dripped down your legs, his fat cock still stretched and squeezed itself inside of it. You slowly sank down until you met his lap once more, thick cock buried in your fat pussy. Neither of you moved for a moment, enjoying the fill and stretch of each other. His hands clawed into the extra fat on your thighs, sure to leave pinpoint bruises in the morning, and gave a small bounce.

“Ah! Not yet, wait,” you stammered out with a whimper to his hair, your pussy throbbed around the intrusion.

“You can do it for me sweetheart, move and bounce on my cock, yeah? You’ll be a good girl.” He coaxed into your neck with a few swipes of his tongue.

You nodded instantly, his words wiped out any doubts or pain you had. “Ye-yeah. I can.” You confirmed and raised up on your knees slightly before you dropped your weight back down.

He let you set the pace, happy to feel the rise and fall of your thighs on his, watch your tits bounce, feel the tight squeeze of your cunt on his cock, hear the pants right by his ear. “Kento, Kento,” you chanted as your rises got higher and quicker.

His own pants and moans were almost lost in the mix of your vocalizations and the squelch of your pussy around his cock. The tightness that formed deep in your belly came back, egged on by the sounds and feel of Nanami. “More! Ken, I need more, please, just, just a lil’ more.”

You leaned back from him to grind your hips down just as he moved to thrust up to hit right there oh god that was the spot. Your moan was loud and delicious to him as the head of his cock brushed the spongy spot inside of you that left you slack jawed. He took advantage of your leaned back form and laid back on the bed before he bucked his hips. You fell forward, catching yourself on his chest. “More, sweet girl?” He questioned with a smile of adoration and lust.

Nanami was nothing short of a giving and loving partner, always happy to give you exactly what you asked for. In this new position, he was quick to thrust up so hard that it jerked you forward. That warmth in your belly grew sharper, brighter, as it weaved through your body with every hit of his cock inside of you. He continued his thrusts as you threw yourself back to meet his hips. Wet slaps of his cock being driven into you mingled with your loud moans and his quieter grunts.

He never could keep his hands still at this point. His hands groped at your jiggly ass, moved to cup your belly that hung over him, pinched at your nipples on your tits that swung right in his face, and pulled your thighs apart to watch his cock piston in and out of you. It was too much for him, just to watch you and everything about you as you bounced on top of him with such lewd sounds and faces. He loved you. “My good girl, you’re taking me so well, bouncing on my cock so nicely. How does it feel princess?”

Your arms threatened to give out as your hands clenched into fist on top of his chest. “Good! ‘S good Kento! Your- ah! your cock ‘s hitting so good!” You managed to respond as he continued to jack hammer into your soppy cunt. Nanami deepened his thrusts at your words, pleased that you always listened to him even with his cock that wiped most thoughts out of your mind. “Close, gonna...wanna cum with you.” You whined over his quiet grunts.

One hand left your ass and settled on the fat of your pussy right above the sensitive little bud that begged for touch. Your clit throbbed with the closeness and you leaned closer to him. He responded by snapping his cock deeper into you, a wet smack echoing with every thrust. “ ‘m close too princess, your so tight around me. ‘M gonna fill you up nice and full, okay? Make you bigger with all my cum.” His thumb found your clit and gave it a soft rub.

A jolt of sensation travelled through your body. “So deep, cum so deep inside me, puh-, puhlease!” Your begs and pleads became a mess as Nanami sped up the circles on your clit. Only utters of “Ken!”, “puhlease!” “Cum ‘n me!” fell from your mouth as your orgasm grew. You slunk down on his chest, almost laid out flat on him as his hips kept up their relentless pace. The circling of your clit, your cunt leaking around his fat cock, the warmth in your belly, Nanami’s praises of good girl my good girl- everything snapped.

You came loudly with stars behind your eyes, called out his name with a quiver that ran through your thighs and a gush of your juices that coated his lap beneath you as you full collapsed against his chest. He fucked you through your orgasm as he gave you one, two, three deep pumps- his hips only stilled with his cock buried balls deep as he emptied his cum inside your pulsing cunt and his lips praised your name. It took a moment to feel your thighs stop their shake, feel his cum settle into you, as you both recovered from your orgasms.

His chest heaved under you, arms wrapped around your waist to drag you up off his softening cock. You whined at the drag, positive both his lap and the sheets would be a mess of your combined cum. These moments, basked in the afterglow, neither of you could care about stained sheets and leaking cum.

Nanami settled you against his side and his lips dropped a slow and deep kiss against your own. “Love you, love you Kento.” You mumbled. “I love you, my darling.”

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So yes, seeing his shirt on you- face still flushed, hair a mess, red bite marks decorating your plush stomach- it was his favorite look.

#nanami x reader #nanami kento x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #Nanami Kento smut #chubby!reader #cw body inclusive #cw dry humping #okay! so!! here you go.#this snowballed. it was really only suppose to be the first three paragraphs but then I just kept writing.#once again if anyone says anything about being ooc I will kick ankles.#there is very little dialogue okay!!! and Nanami is soft and sweet!!! fight me!!!#I hate writing smut because I’m so use to embellishing and getting paid per word. so I add way to many details #and I tend to draw sex scenes out #I’m really bad at this. and I might actually delete it. I know I’m suppose to be confident in my writing and normally I am. but this? ehhhh #it’s not slow burn but damn leading up to the actual sex takes 56 years #some of the dialogue is taken right from my uhhh experiences. along with some of the actions. hahahaa #this is not beta’d or thought out or planned. I just wrote. edited it lightly. then tagged. and now I will post and run #dropping this at 10am and then leaving to go to town. ✌🏼#🌥 cloudy writes #🌥 cloudy writes jjk

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