synopsis : short cute headcannons that involve sitting in your partner’s lap and how they react to it. some are suggestive / nsfw, others are pure fluff !
content warnings : NSFW 18+ ( viewer discretion advised ), fingering, sitting in lap, grinding, dry humping + dry sex, wlw content ( men dni ), praise, slight degradation, possessive & soft sex <3
choso
it’s unexpected when you plop straight into his lap, when you ask if you could “sit here.” He did not realize he was an option, as you your back rested against him. But nonetheless he is happy with the choice you made and lets you make yourself at home. ( though if you spend too long sitting on his crotch, don’t be shocked when you start to feel something rubbing against your ass ! )
“mind if I join?” you greet entering the living room to choso scrolling on his phone as some news channel plays. he raises a brow confused as to why you asked because you would usually just plop besides him and gossip about your job. before he could even say or react to your question, you plop right onto his lap with your back to his chest, sighing loudly as you are finally comfortable.
you don’t have to turn your head to know that his face was turning to a soft pink, and he was fighting the urge to not gently place his hands on your waist. Choso is left defeated not knowing exactly what to say to your random gesture, so all he does is truly lay back and let you find comfort in his lap and chest.
it’s adorable when you fall asleep after a little while of chatting, for he gently rubs your back and plays with the strands of your hair as you sleep softly against him. he mumbles how cute you are, before eventually drifting off into a sleep of his own.
nanami
it’s grown a regular routine for you to sit in your husband’s lap usually when he is eating the food you have made for him after a long day of work. he never makes any advances, or at the very least tries not to, for he doesn’t want to ruin the intimate moment with devious urges. despite how much he wants to take you over the kitchen counter. but it seems tonight you seem to want him to.
you’re wearing a short apron with not much underneath other than a cute pink pair of panties with a bow, and of course Nanami notices your advances, given that you aren’t much of a chatterbox as always and rather tend to rub yourself against him on his crotch. and while the steak you have cooked and seared for the night was delicious, he was much more interested in devouring something else.
but what was dessert without finishing dinner ?
he does his best to not react to your advances as an attempt to at least finish the meal you have prepared, but you’re really dedicated to get what you want, straddling him and gently pressing your hands against his chest. and with a simple gesture of loosening his tie, he is quick to have you laid upon the dining table, apron pushed up, panties pulled down.
you tried to play it off by reminding Kento of his food, but that could always wait for later. “I’m sorry my love, I don’t have much patience and it seems neither do you.” he presses a kiss to your temple before his lips drag themselves from your cheek, to your neck, to your waist, and to your clit.
though nanami promises to finish his food later, he never does, for you became his priority for the rest of the night.
maki
your favorite thing to do with your girlfriend was surprise her out of the blue, especially by randomly scaring her with a hug, gently biting her cheek, sometimes smacking her ass and playing a game of tag, or plopping yourself in her lap. which is what you decided to do today. she had just finished washing her hair and was taking a moment to relax on the bed when you decide to plop onto her lap. her initial reaction was to scold you and tell you, you should be studying, but she decides to take advantage of your impulsive gesture.
“oh MY god, stop !!” you scream, tears forming at the corners of your eyes, laughter falling from your lips as she tickled your waist and stomach. your kicking your feet, but it doesn’t keep her from tickling you, as your throwing your head back and attempt to push away her hands.
she can only giggle along, satisfied with how ticklish you were. “this is why you should be studying,” she playfully scolds and you can’t help but laugh even harder. at this point she would be knocking the breath out of you. “this is what you get!”
after so long she finally frees you of her mercy and you hop of the bed to go study as she mentioned. she smacks your ass as you leave the room, “and make sure to practice your domain.”
you only stick your tongue out as you leave, earning another chuckle from your sweet girl.
geto
he had asked you to help him dry his hair, given its length. and usually you’d stand behind him as he sat down and rambled about his villainous activities, but today you decided to try a new angle and decide to sit in his lap and dry his hair. the gesture surprises him, but he adores it, keeping a hand on your waist as you dried his hair.
“oh!” he mumbles softly, as he watches you straddle his lap. you’re body is facing his and it’s very close eye contact as you begin to dry his hair with a towel. at first he is looking you up and down as you begin to dry the damp strands. “you’ll be able to get the lower ends of my hair?”
you giggle. “I’ll be able to, don’t worry! continue you on about your day.”
he’s a bit reluctant, for he hated having his hair wet, but he loved having you on his lap like this so he continued on with his rambling, thought he could barely focus again. you were wearing a black tank top and fuzzy shorts, so the sight did his lead his mind to wander. but nonetheless he needed his hair dry so he kept his urges to himself.
nobara
you both take turns sitting in each others lap but you tend to do it the most. and every time you do, it’s always a soft intimate moment you share with your fiancé for she adores combing through your curls. her favorite thing to do as you sit in her lap is either braid or try new styles with your hair since it’s much longer and more different than hers.
“ow!” you whine, squinting your eyes as your girlfriend brushes through your hair. “be careful!”
she whispers a sorry and kisses your cheek. you grow more relaxed in her lap and she continues brushing your hair to a perfect slicked back bun, keeping a couple of curls to bounce out in the front.
“how do you like it, [ your name ] ?” nobara asks, holding a mirror up for you. she has given you a side part, slicked back with two curls on each side of your ears and a beautiful curly bun in the back. you’re so quick to turn back and give him a big kiss and thank her for her work, which she softly blushes for in her ears.
toji
He’s initially pissed when you sit on his lap, rather than taking a seat on his couch (a couch he thrifted for $3 and a wing) but when your rub his ass on his crotch, all that anger immediately rushes to pleasure, hands strapping to your waist. Suddenly his pants have been pushed down, your panties ripped (per usual).
“fuck,” you whimpered, your hands on his thighs, as you bounced on his cock. his eyes constantly going up, and down, up and down. it was a shame you weren’t facing him because he would have adored, seeing your titties bounce in his face to. but the two of you had time after this, so he wasn’t all that concerned. “making me do all the work?”
toji leans back and laughs at your question. “making you work too hard princess?” you aren’t given much time to answer because he wraps his hands around your waist and by keeping you still he begins to thrust deep inside of you, watching you hiccup and whimper in pleasure. his name leaving your mouth all too many times.
at some point you couldn’t even moan words, everything falling from your lips was incoherent and before you knew it you were screaming in pleasure as his seed pumped deep inside of you. your legs shaking and your chest going up and down.
“fucking shit, toji.” you whimpered and he only chuckles, signaling to you that this would only be the beginning.
gojo
in all honesty he’s been waiting patiently until you would hop onto his lap. because it gives him the advantage to tease you and crawl his hands under your shirt with his cold hands. but of course his teasing is never just an innocent tease.
“gojo!” you squeak. you had decided to plop into your boyfriend’s lap unexpectedly, and he then decided to unexpectedly slip his hands under your shirt with his icy cold hands. he can only throw his head back and laugh. “your hands are cold!”
“I heard being cold makes sex all the more exciting” he lies through his teeth, and you can only turn your head with a glare. he lies but somewhere in his heart he does believe that’s true. the type of boyfriend you have is the type to click on exaggerated ads and then wonder why his computer been hacked again.
his thumbs gently flick over your nipples in surprise and you can’t help but moan this time at the feeling. there’s a devious snicker that escapes his throat and you glare again. “see I told you that was true!”
some of this is lowk angsty but it’s for the plot guys don’t hate me :( also my first time writing for geto and nanami, hope I did them well enough :))
fem!reader in nobaras
warnings! — implications of homophobia in nobaras :(( not proofread
yuuji is the type of boyfriend to marry you with a ring-pop, giggling as he gets down on one knee. he ends up convincing you to slow dance with him to the sound of the wind, promising he’ll get a real ring and marry you. just don’t eat the ring-pop, he’ll get sulky if you do :((
megumi is the type of boyfriend to have a picnic with you at night, something to get away from all things jujutsu. eating his many ginger flavoured snacks, maybe a slice of something sweet you’ve brung. cuddles up to you while watching the stars, finally understanding what peace is.
nobara is the type of girlfriend to take night walks with you. gossiping about daily life, laughing at corny jokes. only to stop somewhere secluded, humming as she leans against and finally, for the first time without being ridiculed, kisses you.
satoru is the type of boyfriend to have is infinity down around you, wanting to feel your presence. it’s comforting to him, like a warm wave of love and affection. he drapes himself over you, trying to merge together with you. if he could, he’d blend you two together so you’ll never part :))
suguru is the type of boyfriend to keep something that reminds him of you in his pocket. wanting to always have you with him, being gone days on end—away from you nearly sends him spiralling, so having something similar to you puts him to rest. he wishes you’d become pocket size so he can always keep you with him :))
kento is the type of boyfriend to always bring you flowers every time he visits you at work. they’re always hand picked with meaning, wanting to gift you flowers he thought of with you in mind, often varying in different colours and species. sometimes he dries them for you, hoping you’ll use it for decoration.
choso is the type of boyfriend to sleep naked with you— not in a sexual way! choso just loves the skin-on-skin contact you give, your warm body against his cold one brings him comfort like no other. reminding him that you’re here, alive and real. he tears up, forever grateful for you, and your love.
pairings ﹕ nobara kugisaki x fem!reader genre ﹕ fluff, crack, established relationship warnings ﹕ nobara’s a lil possessive ‘n jealous over reader. pet names (ex. baby, angel, princess) [wc 1.3k]
⌖ nobara can’t stand it when you look at other people.. she finally snaps after an encounter at the store! :(
the supermarket was bustling with people. nobara had convinced you to tag along with her as she goes snack shopping, telling you it’d be good for her to hear your input. her freshly manicured hand is laced in yours as you hold onto the basket that seems to keep growing. she doesn’t seem to be looking at what she’s dropping into the basket.. just tossing in whatever she sees.
the two of you reach the bread isle, and she lets go of your hand. only to grab a loaf of cinnamon butter bread, holding it up like it was a trophy. she beamed a smile, waving it in front of her face. “look! i’ve been searching for this bread everywhere!” she exclaims, stepping forward as she waves it in front of your face also.
you couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped your lips, hand lifting to grab one of her wrists. she pauses immediately, eyes darting to where your fingers closed around her wrist. “i’ve seen this before at a local bakery, why didn’t you tell me you’ve been looking for it?” you question in response, lowering her wrist.
you grab the loaf from her hands, carefully placing it into the full basket. she blinks a few times before a toothy grin forms on her face, “oh yeah? i didn’t think i had to mention it to you.” she retorts, poking your chest. “you should know i love cinnamon bread, but i guess you don’t love me that much..” she taunts, looking up at you through fluttering eyelashes.
one of your eyebrows raises in response, poking the inside of your cheek with the tip of your tongue. you exhale through your nose, shaking your head, “mmh, guess not.” you hummed, feeding into her teasing. she shoots you a quick look, one of mock offense.
she doesn’t continue the bit, her attention immediately going to another loaf of bread. still cinnamon themed, though this one had chocolate chips and honey in it. her eyes seemed to light up, pointing towards the loaf on the higher shelf. “look, look n/n!” she draws your attention to the bread that caught her eye.
you turn your head to get a good look. “that looks better than this bland cinnamon one.” “hey!” she spins to face you, “it’s not bland. it’s full of flavor!” she defends her favorite bread passionately. “but.. you’re kinda right. i’ve never seen such a combination. we should try it too!” she nods at the idea, clearly not going to take no for an answer.
she reaches up, standing on her tippy toes.. but she can’t reach it. she lets out a huff of defeat before looking your way again. she jolts out her lower lip, “please?~” she gives you those eyes that make you weak every time. this time, there’s nothing you can do. “sorry princess, that’s too high for me too.” you say, offering a shrug of apology.
a small whine falls from her lips, turning on her heel to scan the isle for a worker. when her eyes land on a female worker, she calls her over. “you, hey!” the girl turns around, looking to her sides before pointing to herself. “yeah you! come here will you?” nobara crooks her finger in a ‘come here’ motion.
the worker places down her scanner, leaving her stock cart and making her way to you two. once she’s standing in front of the both of you, nobara points to the bread. “can you get us that loaf, please?” she requests, though it comes off as more of a demand.
the girl nods, “of course. give me a minute to grab the ladder.” she replies politely, leaving the isle. she soon returns with one of those moveable ladders, sliding it to align beneath the bread. she climbs up carefully, hands grabbing the loaf before looking down. “just one?” she questions.
nobara hums, tapping her chin. “two actually!” you raise another eyebrow in surprise, two? “we don’t know if we like it.” you try to reason with her, knowing she has tendencies to buy more than one thing without knowing if she even likes it.
she waves a hand as if shooing you away. you let out a sigh of acceptance, letting her have it her way. the worker grabs two loaves before stepping back down. she turns to you, and hands you the loaves. you give a curt nod, “thanks.” you say before putting the loaves into the basket along with.. everything else.
the girl smiles warmly, “of course!” she replies to you, though she seems to linger a bit longer than necessary before leaving. nobara had gone silent now, watching that small interaction with growing irritation. why the hell didn’t she give the bread to her? why did she give it to you when she clearly requested it?
you pick up on this instantly, a subtle smirk on your lips. you don’t say anything yet. just continue to trail behind her as she shops, albeit more sulky and irritated. after a few minutes of silence she finally stops. crossing her arms, she looks at you with a very noticeable pout.
you don’t speak, just tilt your head. that seems to piss her off even more. “well?” she huffs out, cocking an eyebrow. you blink slowly, acting clueless. “well what?” you reply back, raising an eyebrow to match her expression.
she bites her lower lip, nails digging into her arms. “that girl!” she finally blurts out. “why did you look at her like that? why’d you take the bread that i clearly asked for?” she pressed, voice accusatory. you have to bite back a laugh, schooling your expression into something oblivious again.
“i just looked at her?” your tone is confused, though you’re far from it. nobara can’t help the irritation that bubbles in her gut. “stop acting like an idiot!” she raises her voice slightly before realizing there were other people in the isle.
she looks away, side eyeing you as she taps her foot. she’s clearly waiting for you to say sorry, console her. but you don’t. you just turn back to the shelves, pretending to look for something. she finally loses it. “n/n!” she whines, causing a little boy to look over at you two.
you can’t hold in your laughter anymore, a hearty laugh comes from your mouth. “oh, baby.” you managed to say through giggles. her face flushes, “why are you laughing?! stop laughing!” her voice cracks, making her ears turn red too. she looks around, making eye contact with the confused child before snapping her head back to you.
you cover your mouth with one hand, containing your laughter. you finally calm down, wiping tears from your eyes. “calm down angel. i didn’t even pay attention to her.” you replied, placing a hand on her head.
she scoffs, clearly not happy with the answer. “yeah? you clearly were checking her out.” she mumbles beneath her breath. you shake your head, patting her head before lowering your hand. “checking out what? the ridiculous apron she’s forced to wear? or how her bangs weren’t cut properly?” you retorted, tilting your head.
hearing you mention something negative about the worker eased her jealousy a bit. “tch. that apron definitely isn’t her color. i feel bad for her, these uniforms suck.” she sighs, looking up at you. “she was totally checking you out though.” she pointed out, which you couldn’t deny or agree with.
you shrugged, “does it matter?” you leaned in closer, lowering yourself so your lips brushed her ear. “my eyes are trained for you.” you whisper, making her jolt back—smacking your shoulder lightly. “d- don’t just do that in.. public.” she whispers, gesturing to the now empty isle.
you roll your eyes, straightening up once again. “you have no problem causing scenes in public, but i can’t be a lil affectionate?” you question. she doesn’t reply, instead she just grabs your hand again and laces your fingers with hers.
“let’s fine that grape candy you like.” change of topic, meaning she wasn’t bothered anymore. or too flustered to continue.
you couldn’t help how now you only looked at her, and what she was showing you. she was something else, truly.. but in the end she was yours. so you couldn’t complain too much.
Satoru is a man that loves his students. He wants children to have a childhood, so when he found out that he had a new student he was excited to see their personality. In comes Nobara Kugisaki, a girl with a strong personality, a love for shopping and a tendency to act crazy, someone that is exactly like Gojo, except Gojo isnt a girl lol.
When Satoru realized he had a mini him, he was estatic, he spoils her rotten and love her like his own child.
Nobara calls him Dad or Father to annoy him, but he loves it, he loves the fact that she feels comfortable enough to joke with him.
