I'm just another weirdo on internet. I love cats, hedgehogs, pink, magical girls, post my 3 am rambling toughts on the web (so don't expect for any coherence from me), simp for pixels, dragons, anything with sugar on it and Malleus Draconia ❤️ Neurodivergent kiddo I Magical girl I Dragon f...lover I Malleus simp I Female I 21 yo
♡ Imagine Nanami cradling his newborn daughter tenderly. His blonde locks that were once neatly slicked back now messily frame his face- serving as playthings for tiny, curious hands. The infant giggles, gripping and curling her fingers, attempting to grab at her father’s hair with pure delight. Nanami’s heart swelled, a genuine smile appearing across his face.
“Ya know… Fatherhood really suits you, you know that?” You murmured, resting your head against his arm.
Nanami looked down at you, his eyes- always so tired from the cruelties of the world and working far too much, were now soft with affection, “I never thought I would have a life like this… I always felt it was far out of my reach…”
“Kento…”
He brought his daughter up to his face, his lips pressing a kiss to her forehead. His voice was a low whisper, yet you still managed to hear his words, “I love you. Both of you. More than anything in the world.”
You could see it, not only in his smile, but his eyes as well… they held some fear. Afraid of the life he led, afraid of it coming to take the family he had so lovingly built away from him. Nanami had seen much in his time as a sorcerer. The loss of people dear to him- their deaths never failing to haunt him… He was scared… Scared of leaving you both behind, scared of the what-ifs…
“Kento, you worry far too much. I promise we'll be here, right by your side. Always and forever, okay? You’re always going to awaken to me in your strong arms.” You give his bicep a soft squeeze, “no way anyone could get past these bad boys.”
A low chuckle rumbled in his throat, holding his baby girl in one arm, he used the one you squeezed to bring you into a loving embrace, drawing you even closer to his body. Drawing you closer into his world, a world he once thought would be forever in solitude. This was all a simple moment, but Nanami felt the full weight of this newfound joy- the joy of being a father and a loving husband to you. Nothing could've prepared him for this profound privilege.
You were his home. And for the first time, he allowed himself to relax and trust in your words… that everything would be alright...
when nanami comes home with a thick stack of papers and a deep frown on his face that ages him terribly — you know he is not gonna sleep well tonight.
he greets you with a kiss to your forehead and a gentle caress on your cheek as he smiles down at you softly, and when you inquire about the papers in his hold his expression turns sour again. kento clicks his tongue before he starts ranting about his day, letting you slip his coat from his shoulders and loosen his tie as you hum attentively and coo at him.
and when he settles by the table in the living room after a quick refreshing shower, with a gentle ‘no, thank you, angel’ to your dinner offer that he excuses with wanting to be done with the paperwork as soon as possible, you don’t push him.
after a quick kiss to his cheek, you scurry away to the kitchen and put on the kettle to make him some tea and something he could munch on while working.
nanami, too engrossed in his work, doesn’t really hear you walking in with a plate on one hand and a big mug held in the other. when the aroma of his favourite tea hits his nostrils, he only lifts his head up, curiously eyeing the appetising sandwiches and the steam flowing from the mug, and notices the unsure look in your eyes as you wait for his reaction.
“for me?” kento mutters, brow raising questioningly, and when you bobble your head eagerly, his face relaxes into an easy smile. lifting himself up from the chair, the blond cups your chin to press a short kiss against your lips, chuckling at the way you preen under his affection. “always so good to me. thank you, my darling.”
watching him enjoy the food you make is one of your favourite things in the whole world; the way he neatly bites into the softness of the bread and a second later nods his head approvingly, eyes quickly catching yours in a tilted gaze. you giggle, hand covering your face as you subtly feel the flustered heat of it, and get back to reading your book.
nanami knows that his dick is good. that his dick can turn a 2/10 day to a 10/10 week. that even though you hated giving head to your ex-boyfriends, you’d gladly drop anything to suck his dick.
nanami watches you, letting out short groans and whines as he watches your mouth move up and down his dick. whenever, wherever, he’ll let you have it. he’s yours and you’re his! ofc he’ll let you have him anytime <3
nanami who dicks you down anytime you’re horny, stressed, or just plain wants it. he’s ready when you are! he’s suck a gentlemen with it too, cleaning you up after you suck him off or take his dick, gently cleaning you with a damp towel or the wipes he keeps in the dashboard of his car.
nanami doesn’t believe in condoms, well, he did but after you let him hit it raw once, he was hooked for life. he’s such a gentlemen though, so if you want him to wear one he will but you both know it feels better when you’re skin to skin.
nanami who, even though he loves receiving, loves giving even more. he’ll have his head in between your legs, sucking on you like his life depends on it. even when you tug on his dirty blonde, salt and pepper hair, he shakes his head.
“‘m not done, sweetheart. need to finish eating, yeah? you gonna let me?”
nanami who looks at you from between your legs, lovestruck after you pass out from rounds of head from him. his eyes never your head is laying against the pillow as if you’re deep in a peaceful sleep, a contradiction to the events that just conspired before.
“poor baby.. aww, don’t worry, i’m here”
nanami who cleans you up each time after he’s in between your legs. in the bathroom, he admired the white slick left on his face and chuckles as he washes it off. he’ll take a damp cloth and a glass of water from the kitchen before he comes back. sitting on the edge of your shared bed, he gently cleans you before closing your legs, pulling e covers on you
self-restraint is one thing kento prides on. he is a good man, or at least he tries to be. his eyes landed on your flailing figure, pinching his nose bridge to prepare himself. you, gojo, kento and shoko went out for drinks to celebrate the fact you 4 were still alive.
your mind was blank, you had no self-control, it was like the shame centre in your brain got turned off.
"oh my god!" you squealed in excitement. "my favourite song!" you stumbled off your bar stool, going to stand up on the table, gojo supporting your brave act.
kento acted quick. right when your foot landed on the table, you were pulled back by an immeasurable amount of strength, your back landing on someone's muscular chest.
"how drunk are you?" a gruff voice spoke right beside your ear, sending shivers through your whole body. your senses were already heightened, but at this moment, you could feel everything. you could hear the fastening rhythm of your heart, along with the steady rhythm of another's.
"earth to y/n~," satoru's singsong voice echoed through your empty head.
"yea, sorry," you shook your head, turning around to see kento's disapproving look. his hand keeping a deathly grip on your wrist, ensuring you were always close to him, in case you'd do something embarrassing, or at least that's what he tells himself.
"y/n, i'll bring you ho-"
"don'tt, you're such a party pooper nanamin! we were just getting started," the blue eyed man whined, he looked like he was about to start a tantrum.
"yeah, let's just wrap it up, i wanna go home," shoko agreed with kento, getting ready to leave. "i'll leave y/n to you, gojo, come." satoru following shoko like a sad puppy.
"let's go home," kento used his free hand to pack up your stuff, double checking if you took anything out of your purse.
"you're so hot when you take care of me," you freely complimented kento, his ears slowly turning beet red.
"i like you kento, you know that right?" you kept talking, kento's face slowly turning a darker shade of red. "why are you so red? are you having a fever?" you used your free hand to feel his forehead, even in your drunken state, you still worried about his health.
"no...y/n. i'm fine," he put your bag on your shoulder as he led you out of the establishment.
"ow....my feet hurt ken," you pouted looking down at your heels.
restrain yourself kento. restrain. was the only thing he could think off as he looked back at you. he didn't want to take advantage of your drunken self. he knelt down as he took of your heels, you bracing yourself on his back. he slowly took your hand of his back, putting down your heels on the ground to take off his blazer.
"up," his back facing you as he knelt down. you weren't going to waste a chance getting piggy backed. instantly, your arms slid around his neck as your legs trapped his torso. kento stood up, picking up your heels and adjusting his hold on you.
"comfy?" you nodded against his neck. "take this, and wrap it around your waist," he handed you his blazer. you instantly listened, wrapping the blazer around your waist, making sure you don't flash anyone along your way home.
"ken, you're so good to me," you mumbled, nibbling on his neck, eliciting a groan out of the man.
"you're such a tease," kento chuckled, smiling to himself at his current predicament.
"we're not even dating....hft," you sighed. kento let out a hearty laugh at your dissatisfaction.
"why do you want us to date?" kento asked making you even more disappointed.
"what woman doesn't want stability!" this time you were annoyed. you straightening your back, not leaning on kento's anymore. kento was still joyful, instead of responding to your annoyance, he loosened his grip on your legs, your instincts kicked in, quickly wrapping your hands around his neck once more to ensure your safety.
"were you about to drop me??" panic was evident in your tone, but kento was still amused. "answer me!" your hand hitting on his chest.
"y/n," kento sternly called out your name, abruptly stopping your abuse on his chest. "we're married love, isn't that the epitome of stability? why would i regress our relationship to just boyfriend and girlfriend?"
"huh?..." you were confused for a second, quickly looking at your hand. and there it was, glistening in the moonlight, your wedding ring. "oh.."
kento couldn't help but tease your drunken self, his self-restraint always wavering when it came to you. the prim and proper man turning playful in your presence, he just couldn't help it. he continued his walk home, occasionally giggling at your forgetful nature.
"i hope you don't forget this moment," kento muttered under his breath, knowing full well you would have no memory of this event, only a pounding headache to remind you of yesterday's events.
i literally have to write this out even while on vacation or else i am going to comBUST (haha get it)
pierro (the jester) x f!reader
warnings: idk dilf fucking, breeding, bad writing lol
pierro has seen a lot of years. more so than you think. being khaen’riahn, he has been alive for atleast 500 years. so he’s seen it all.
which might explain his unmistakable aura, with his voice so gruff and low when he whispers, “down, baby,” as the hand on the back of your neck ever so gently guides your face onto the mattress. pierro leans back to see your ass up and face down on the bed, cunt dripping.
“fuck,” he whispers so quietly. “this cunt.” your pussy practically wettens even more when you hear him fumbling out of his clothing—the idea of the Jester being out of control is all so enticing. all because of you.
you all but sigh in relief when you feel the thick mushroom tip of his veiny cock pressing against your sopping pussy. pierro gasps as his cock enters you with almost no resistance, and fills you up to the hilt.
“fuck, oh sweetheart,” his hands move to massage your asscheeks, “this pussy,” thrust, “is fucking,” thrust, “perfect.” thrust.
you moan with each passing thrust as pierro nudges your cervix with every pap, pap, pap of his hips, heavy balls clapping against your clit. you grip the sheets as you pant, feeling your pleasure build up as pierro’s cock tries to breach into your womb.
pierro’s hand travels from your ass to the pouch by your pelvis. he is groaning, panting for breath—calm, collected pierro who leads the fatui harbingers is also putty as he pistons into your cunt.
“this…ah…this womb,” he presses a kiss to your temple, gruff voice now growing shaky, “will start the birth of the new world. no more gods,” he pants into your ear, hand now gripping the skin above your womb, “just like khaen’riah.”
finally, your climax hits you with a shout. you shake against pierro, who curses when he feels your cunt flutter around his cock. he leans back to see white fluid around the base of his cock, and it encourages him more. gasping into your ear, he picks up the pace.
“good girl,” he groans, now shaking himself. you’re like putty in his arms, unable to even croak out “stop”, shaking from overstimulation. “good fucking girl…ha,” he chuckles to himself, “i’m gonna cum, alright? my good girl is gonna take it all here,” he squeezes your stomach again, “all my fucking cum.”
breathless, you nod, “yes, pierro, please. give it to me, ple—ah!”
he groans into your neck as he thrusts into you hard one last time, his cock spearing deep into your cervix as he cums. pierro cums hard, shaking as he fucks all directly into your womb. he whispers, almost to himself, “take it all. fucking take it all.”
finally, he comes down from his high, and turns you both over on your backs. he wraps his arms around you as he makes sure you are alright. pierro smiles at you, “you, my dear, will be the mother of the new world.”
nothing like being on vacation and imagining some old guy fucking you full of cum 🤡🥵
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