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little prank. dad! nanami x fem! reader

You're sprawled on the couch, your phone in hand, your son next to you, both of you laughing like idiots watching TikTok. A trend is playing on repeat in your videos: children are saying "shut up, mom" to their mothers in front of their fathers to see their reactions.

The dads' reactions are quite explosive for some, either furious, shocked, outraged, or too confused to react; it's way too funny to watch.

"Shall we do it to dad?" your son asks with a mischievous smile. You raise an eyebrow, having heard correctly, but you like the idea.

"You want to provoke a man as calm as a monk?"

"Exactly!" he laughs. "Let's see if he's chill or if he's like... furious as hell."

The idea makes you laugh more than you should. Nanami is always so calm, so measured. But there's this thing in his eyes, this silent flame that's ready to burst into flames if someone attacks you, his beautiful wife. You're just dying to see what he'd do if his son dared to speak to you like that.

"Okay. But don't exaggerate. And if he ever clenches his jaw... you run."

...

A few minutes later.

You're in the kitchen, pretending to complain because your son forgot to put his things away. Nanami walks in, relaxed, sleeves rolled up, still in his shirt, glasses slipped down his nose. You could jump on him, but that's not the point now.

"You left your bag in the middle of the living room again!" you blurt out in a mock-exasperated tone.

Your son replies, pretending to be annoyed and trying to hide his smile: "Shut up, mom."

Silence. A silence so thick you can almost hear the flies outside. You turn, feigning shock, and look over discreetly.

He raised his head. Slowly. His eyebrows are furrowed, and he stares at his son with that impassive expression only you truly know. He's truly furious.

"Excuse me?" he says, very calmly. Your son starts to back away, knowing he's angry. He knows his father well enough to know that when he does that, it's the end.

"It's... it's a prank, dad! A trend on TikTok!"

Nanami doesn't even blink and doesn't even seem to be listening, too shocked and angry at what he just heard. He stands up and crosses his arms.

"Did you just say 'shut up' to your mom? In this house? Where do you think?" His tone is soft. Too soft, but without showing it, he's angry and clenches his jaw slightly. You see your son pale slightly.

"It was a prank! We wanted to see your reaction! Please, sorry."

Nanami stares at him for another second... then he turns to you and looks puzzled. Are you in on this? It's really in poor taste, but he can't help but smile slightly.

"’We’? Does that mean you're in on this?"

"Yes... sorry, honey," you whisper, laughing, unable to hold back any longer. Your son sees Nanami relax, so he laughs too. It's way too funny. At least for you.

"It's really not funny." He looks at you both and smiles anyway. He still loves you even when you make jokes like this. That's what loving and cherishing your family is all about, right?

He walks towards you, with that dangerous calm you know all too well. You take a step back, a smile on your face, pretending to be innocent. With a fluid gesture, he slides his hand under your chin, lifting your face towards his. His fingers are warm, firm, and his gaze... burning.

He leans in, his lips almost brushing yours, but he doesn't kiss you: "You'll see... I'll get my revenge."

You know he wasn't kidding.

a/n: ty @melimelisworld for the idea! If you want a sequel where he gets his "revenge," let me know! I'll tag you 💗 ⟢﹒ masterlist

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i love my big blondie fine man

tori’s notes ᝰ.ᐟ just some emotional damage via praise and love because i’m pretty sure nanami is not protected from that

nanami is brushing his teeth when you sidle up beside him in the mirror, stretch your arms overhead, and sigh like a sleepy cat.

“you’re very handsome, you know,” you murmur, voice low and scratchy with sleep.

he blinks at you through the mirror.

you blink back. grin.

“what was that?” he asks, mouth full of toothpaste foam.

“i said you’re handsome.”

he stares for one more second—and then leans over the sink and spits, lingering a second longer than necessary to keep his expression in check.

“why?”

“…why are you handsome?”

“no, why would you say that?”

you raise an eyebrow. “because it’s true?”

he rinses out his mouth like he’s trying to scrub the embarrassment off his tongue. “you can’t just—say things like that. in the morning. while i’m brushing my teeth.”

“i literally woke up and felt overcome with love for your stupid face.”

he covers his face with one hand.

“you don’t like being complimented while you’re… minty?”

he sighs. “i’m not prepared for this level of sincerity at 7am.”

“what is your preferred time for me to express how stupidly in love with you i am?”

“never,” he mutters. “or at least after coffee.”

you lean in, cheek against his bicep, watching him in the mirror as he rinses his toothbrush. “i like your laugh lines.”

“they’re wrinkles.”

“they’re hot.”

he drops the toothbrush. “stop.”

“you have excellent forearms, by the way.”

“what does that mean?”

“and your shoulders? criminal. you should be fined.” your hands fall off of them as he steps away to go get dressed.

“i’m leaving.”

“i’ll miss you desperately, lover:”

he stares at you from the doorway like he’s rethinking his entire identity. then, very slowly, he walks back over and takes your face in his hands.

“listen,” he says seriously. “you can’t just… emotionally ravage me before I’ve had a chance to emotionally armor myself.”

“that sounds like a you problem.”

“it is a me problem.”

you grin. “does it help if i say i’m proud of you and think you’re amazing and love the way you always fold the laundry just how i like?”

his expression crumples.

he buries his face in your neck.

“stop,” he says, muffled. “this is damaging.”

“do you need me to—”

“no. no more compliments. not until at least lunch.”

you giggle, wrapping your arms around his waist. “deal. but at noon, i’m telling you you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

he sighs against your skin. “i’ll prepare accordingly.”

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and i would do anything for my husband, TAKE MY LIFE BABY

(in which your loving husband nanami kento will do anything you tell him to)

(fluff, there might be some spelling mistakes sozz, pls enjoy)

“buy me this lol” was the message attached with a video which you sent to your husband, kento. the video you sent him was a large juicy seedless watermelon, of course you weren’t expecting him to actually buy it, you were only joking around after all..

moments later you hear keys jingling against the door lock, you get up from your seat on the sofa getting ready to greet kento when he comes in. you quickly make your way to the door, “ hey, baby-” but your words immediately get cut off when you see kento holding a huge watermelon, it looked similar to the one in the video, surely he didn’t actually…

“hey sweetheart, how are you doing? i bought the watermelon you asked for.” kento says slipping off his shoes and properly stepping into the house, he kisses you on the cheek and makes his way to the kitchen counter.

“kento.. why did you actually buy the watermelon?” you say perplexed as you follow him to the kitchen. “what do you mean, love? you’re the one who asked for it, no?” kento says placing the watermelon on the counter.

“i was just kidding kento! obviously you didn’t actually have to get it..” you say.

“oh…” he says looking at the watermelon. “so you don’t want it?” he says returning his gaze to you.

“well- no i didn’t say i didn’t want it either..” you say laughing softly, not actually expecting the juicy watermelon to be in your very presence. “this one looks exactly like the video.. where did you even get it?” you say, with your hand resting on the watermelon.

“I stopped at that market by the river.” kento answers.

“you mean the one that’s 2 hours away!?” you say shocked, not expecting him to go such great lengths just for a watermelon. “babyyy, why would you go that far for a watermelonnn?” you say in disbelief.

“it wasn’t for the watermelon, it was for you.” kento says, his eyes still on you. “I will always do anything you tell me to, love.” he says wrapping his arm around your waist, kissing you on your temple.

“aagh- I know that but…” you say in a loss at words, “fuck, you’re just so good to me.” you say hugging him.

“I will do anything for you, sweetheart. you know that.” kento says embracing you back.

(p.s, guys i’m gonna start working on the requests soon, so don’t think I forgot about it or anything like that, tyty)

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gimme lots of them babies

non-federal holidays meant nothing to nanami kento.

most of them just conveniently landed on weekends anyway—he didn’t even get the luxury of a day off. but this one was proving harder to ignore.

especially when you may or may not have accidentally hyped it up to your daughter.

"happy birthday, papa!" she beamed, patting nanami’s thigh with tiny, enthusiastic hands. her face practically glowed with excitement.

you let out a soft, guilty laugh as nanami glanced over at you, half amused, half bewildered.

still, nanami said nothing, just crouched down to put on his shoes—he’d been called in to work again, "holiday" or not. and, despite the impending schedule, he scooped her up with practiced ease, holding her close.

your daughter’s words tumbled out in excited chaos. she clung to him with all the joy in the world, her little fingers finding his sleeves, his shoulders, and finally cupping his cheeks like she was holding the most precious thing on earth.

"papa's day means we have big cake!" she declared. "and we go get your gift and—"

nanami blinked, startled. it clicked.

you did tell her earlier, “it’s papa’s day today,” hoping to gently introduce her to the idea of father’s day. apparently, that translated to: birthday.

his heart cracked a little as he realized the misunderstanding. he softened his voice. “sweetheart… i’m so sorry. it’s not papa’s birthday.”

she stopped mid-sentence, her brows pulling together, trying to process his words.

you stepped in, brushing her hair back softly as you rubbed her back. “it’s father’s day, baby,” you whispered in her ear. “you tell papa thank you for being your papa.”

a moment passed. then her expression lit up with understanding. she turned, wrapped her little arms tightly around nanami’s neck, and whispered, “thank you for being the best papa in the world.”

she nestled into his shoulder, holding him like she never wanted to let go.

“i’m sorry it’s not your birthday, papa,” she mumbled into his collar. “maybe next time?”

nanami’s chest shook with quiet laughter as he held her tighter, his eyes meeting yours over her shoulder. they softened.

he reached out one arm toward you, the unspoken invitation impossible to resist.

you stepped into it, the three of you fitting together like a habit.

and in that moment, nanami decided—maybe this was a holiday worth staying for.

after all, who was he to say no to being celebrated by the two people he loved most?

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Domestic Toji, they have a baby together + breeding

It’s still dark when you blink awake—just barely because you were stirred by the faint cries echoing from the baby monitor sitting at your nightstand but Toji’s already up.

You feel the mattress shift and hear the soft pad of his feet on the floor, and the quiet click of the nursery door. No groaning, no grumbling or anything. Just a tired sigh and then that low voice so gentle, it tugs at something deep in your chest.

“Shh, shh... daddy’s here, don’t cry angel”.

You should go help but you don’t—not because you’re lazy, but because he’s got it.

He always does.

You lie there in the warm imprint of his body, half-asleep and aching just a little. Not just from hormones or how tender your breasts feel when you’re ovulating, but from the way he cares. The way he talks to your daughter like she’s the most precious thing he’s ever held. The way his voice softens just for her and for you.

By the time he returns, she’s asleep again and so are you—pretending to be, at least. You feel the dip of the bed, the shift of his weight, and then his hand sneaks under the covers to rest on your hip. Just a casual touch. He’s tired, and probably planning to pass right out.

But your body has other ideas.

You roll over slowly, still mostly under the blanket, one leg sliding over his thigh as you brush your lips against his jaw in a light peck. “You’re such a good dad,” your breath warm as you whisper against his skin. “Makes me wanna do bad things”.

Toji chuckles, his voice still husky and deep with sleep. “You serious? Right now?”

You nod, your lips trailing down his throat. “You got up at four in the morning to hold her. Changed her. Rocked her back to sleep. You have no idea what that does to me”

His hand tightens on your thigh as his voice drops in a teasing whisper. “Yeah? You ovulating again, baby?”

You nod against his chest as you inhale his scent. “Mhm. You wanna fill me up before the sun comes up?”

“Climb on,” he says, already pushing the blanket down to his hips, and already half-hard just from your voice and how needy you are.

You straddle him slowly, your cunt’s already wet and practically fluttering around nothing as you teasingly rub the warm, leaky head of his cock between your slick folds. It’s sleepy and lazy but so full of passion. You slowly sink down till he’s buried to the hilt before moving your hips in smooth, slow rolls, at first. His hands immediately plant themselves on your ass and grips it—fingers digging into the soft flesh like he’s desperate to leave marks.

“My poor baby,” he coos while watching you bounce on his cock in the dim pre-dawn light. “So needy for your husband and the sun isn’t even up yet”

“Can’t help it,” you gasp, your walls squeezing around him like you’re clinging on for dear life. “You’re so good, Toji. With her, with me. Makes me wanna give you another one”.

He groans at that, his hips now bucking up into you to meet yours as he stares at your face with half-lidded eyes of love and adoration. “You keep talking like that and you’ll get exactly what you want, darling. M’not joking”.

You fuck like that until the sky turns lavender behind the curtains, until the birds start chirping and your thighs shake around his hips with every bounce. You came with a cry muffled against his sweaty neck, and he follows not long after, holding you down on his lap and pulsing deep inside you while he mutters low curses under his breath.

Later, when you’re sweaty and boneless on his chest, you hear the baby monitor crackle again.

He groans. “Your turn”

You giggle and kiss his jaw. “Only if you promise to fuck another baby into me later—well in that case, we make sure it’s definitely in there, y’know just to be safe?”.

“You got yourself a deal, mama”.

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Feel It Still

Smau: in which you ask the jjk men if they can feel your puss puss on their thigh when you sit on their lap Warnings: 18+ mdni, fluff and crack, cursing not proofread Featuring: Gojo, Geto, Choso, Toji, Nanami, Sukuna, Ino, Shiu, Hiromi

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HOW HE SOUNDS I kento nanami nsfw audio ʚ ‧₊˚✧ ࿐

⚠️ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT: nanami x fem!reader, nsfw headcanon, praise kink, spitting (in audio), whimpering, nsfw audio [ please use headphones cuties! ] — mdni

NANAMI is much more focused on your pleasure than than his. however, he is vocalllll. his voice is so low and intense it just makes your whole body shiver.

as professional as he is, he sounds like he’s barely holding it together voice heavy, slow grunts punched out of him like it’s too good to stay quiet..

“there. just like that.”

he fucks you like a man with a mission. hand on your waist, forehead to yours, slow strokes that go so deep you forget how to breathe. he groans low and rough in your ear when you clench around him.

source.

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♯    LADs Men Visuals . . .

pairing ⋮ separate LADs x fem!reader     ⟢

syn ⋮ smut , mdi 18+ , imagine them spreading you wide open and fucking you here and there     ˎˊ˗

cw / tags ⋮ twt porn links obv , fingering , missionary , titplay , spanking , oral , cowgirl , humping , creampie

Caleb ⟢

- all these years and he couldn't wait, now he finally gets to shove his cock in and out your pussy after a long leave

- what he's sending you in his bathroom because he can't fuck you atm; he's so hard :/

- you asked for it; caleb tying you up and fucking your guts out

- dryhumping your childhood friend's thigh because you're so horny and needy :(

- rutting behind you against the drawers in the other room and hoping gran doesn't hear

- fingering and humiliating you in front of the mirror because his best friend is so prettyyyyy

Sylus ⟢

- straddling sylus as he massages your pretty tits

- how he has you on the couch after a long day

- sylus after beating down on his cock because he misses you so much; pls come back to him </3

- devouring your pussy like he's a starving and dying man; he hopes luke and kieran can hear the both of you through the wall

- he loves rubbing your clit as he fucks you nicely after tearing off your favorite lingerie

- you deserve getting a spanking after being so annoying and naughty to sylus

Xavier ⟢

- slow and soft missionary before bedtime because he missed you so much <3

- making him cum through his boxers because you're both too lazy and tired to take everything off

- getting too excited and having you in so many ways against the walls

- sweet morning sex because he can't get enough of you

- xav got bored and wanted to send something teasing for not giving him a goodbye kiss this morning

- he loves how squishy and soft your ass is while he has you over his lap and his finger digging inside your pussy

Rafayel ⟢

- getting spread out and whining for rafayel to breed you

- acting like an annoying brat and denying that you'll cum for him... he'll prove you wrong

- you were being mean to him earlier so now he has to be even meaner by fucking your back

- rafa loves the noises you make when he suck and teases your nipples with his tongue

- he's imagining that his sucky silicon toy is your ass :(

- guiding you kindly to take his cock in so many ways

Zayne ⟢

- zayne cumming inside his sweetheart after her desperate pleas and begging >_<

- dolled up for him after a short shift for funsies, now he has you over the armrest

- rubbing dr zayne's boner before work so he can be hard and thinking about you for the rest of the day

- breeding you in broad daylight after a long week working at the hospital ^_^

- fucking you with just his thumb after you were being a brat the whole day and sending him teasing photos at work

- car sex under the rain after a romantic date night with zayne <3

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Nanami will never tolerate your child speaking disrespectfully to you, even if he loves him deeply. He has witnessed everything you endured: the pain of pregnancy, the fatigue, the sleepless nights, the trying labor. He remembers your strength, your courage, your tears.

So, hearing your child raise his voice or speak badly to you is unbearable for him. He loves him, yes, more than anything... but he respects you even more. And he will always demand that this respect be returned to you, whether it is a child, a stranger, or someone else.

a/n: one shot on toji and other os on gojo in the next few days to make up for my absence <3 ⟢﹒ masterlist

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Hello!! Can I request a jjk twitter porn link post dedicated to only fingering??😭❤️

"TW1TTER P0RN LINK5: PT5" — jjk men.

☆ cw : nsfw twt links w your favorite jjk men. afab reader. minors do not interact. ( make a request here! )

☆ note : dunno if back already, but my pretty boy is asleep and I'm way too bored sooo– posting a lil something

TOJI FUSHIGURO / SUKUNA RYOMEN

cw: bondage/ropes, veiny veiny veiny, lingerie?

you look so pretty tied up for him

kinda self indulging on veiny hands ngl–

gotta keep em cute thigh highs on, baby!

tried to be as gentle as possible for once omggg

GETO SUGURU / SATORU GOJO

cw: kitchen counter, way too many fingies ngl <3

tonight's dessert is just finger lickin' good fr

well, maybe you shouldn't have listened to him when he said it's never too much

slap, slap, slap!

it's finally time for some saturday night fun

NANAMI KENTO / HIGURUMA HIROMI

cw: lingerie, thumbing, idk if I could consider it somno

sleepy lil circles for his angel <3

finals week got you way too stressed, huh?

"white suits you so well, princess"

will never apologize about my obsession w this skirt clip

CHOSO KAMO / INO TAKUMA

cw: dry humping/over em clothes, mutual masturbation

he's always so so so happy getting to make you wet

lay comfortable and let your boy take care of everything ♡

he said he was too shy to slide your panties off :(

gotta of course reward him as well while helping you out

© tojisdove 2025. please do not copy, modify, translate, or repost my works on any platform without my permission.

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my lifeline😔😔

“you know,” yaga started slowly, side-eyeing the sea of alumini surrounding him. covered in wounds and scratches alike. yet all eyes fix to the scene only a few metres away.

the strongest sorcerer of the modern age, bent and observing every inch of your being. you, his wife. his large hands cupping your face once he's assured no fatal harm has come onto you.

some eyes soften as you're dragged into satoru's strong arms. some hitch their breaths at the look of softness in bright blue eyes that boasted utmost feralness but a moment ago. when your life was on the line. when the sea of opponents thought it a grand idea to target you — the honoured one's beloved.

“if anything happens to that woman," yaga continued, blank, despite the small throat clear.

“we're all done for.”

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y’all gonna make me love this non existing husbands of mine more

undelivered

you’re defeated on a mission and your last messages were never sent. ever since then, they’ve been stuck in a state of turmoil, leaving them to text your old number for the slightest bit of solace.

angst, established relationship

incl: gojo, geto, sukuna, nanami, choso, toji

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Twitter Porn Links

Gojo

ꕤ When given an opportunity by the popular girl to gain some sexual experience, nerdjo jumps at the chance to get a good taste of what he's found himself staring at in the hallways and up the stairs

ꕤ 'No, babe, I promise, this'll help you pass your pottery class. Don't you trust me?'

ꕤ Your best friend said he'll eat you out so you can get more comfortable with the idea, that he's doing you and your future boyfriend a favour...okay...so why are his eyes rolling back and his hands keeping you close like he'd never let anyone else take you?

Geto

ꕤ You really ought to learn to stay still, after all, you were the one interrupting his meetings with your neediness

ꕤ The infamous street racer has a little fan, huh? Get in and give him some luck, won't you? If he wins, he might just fuck you on his bed

ꕤ The fit might have been for your good-for-nothing, cheating boyfriend, but this wetness? That's all for him, no?

Choso

ꕤ Loves when you sit on his face and overstimulate him with no regard for his pride. Drive him insane and he won't hesitate to call you, 'mommy'...

ꕤ 'So this is dry humping...it's nice...ngh!...m-maybe a little too nice?'

ꕤ Since he likes your dirty panties so much, you thought, let's get this one real messy. And make a mess, he did

Toji

ꕤ How can a tiny thing like you talk all that crap about being able to take him? Look at you. All meek and pliable now, ain't ya?

ꕤ 'Those bastards next door made a noise complaint again? Ha, they haven't heard the worst of it. Let's show them how noisy we can get, yeah?'

ꕤ It's impossible, no matter how much or how often you try, to get over the insane size difference. Good thing he's patient when it comes to this kinda thing...actually, maybe he just likes to see you struggle. Bastard

Nanami

ꕤ Isn't he so nice letting you adjust to his huuuge size, taking the time to get you in the right position so you know exactly how good girls take it?

ꕤ His silly wife couldn't wait until he's at least changed out of his work clothes before bouncing on his cock. Ah well, happy wife, happy life

ꕤ 'Feeling a little needy, sweetheart? Come sit on my lap, honey. I'll fix all of your problems, just trust Kento'

Sukuna

ꕤ Your fascination with the film fascinated him. He wanted to see what all the fuss was about; that masked weirdo can't be scarier than him, can he?

ꕤ You wanted your own throne, right? Well, here you go. Better make full use of it, lest you anger your king

ꕤ Good servants take it without complaint. Good servants arch their backs all nice for their masters. And the very best servants? They let him pull their hair

Shoko

ꕤ None of the men you've dated have ever made you cum. It's a good thing your bestie's ready to step up and show you just how much better girls do it

ꕤ Your girlfriend deserves some love after a long, hard day's work and gosh, don't her nails look so good on your head?

ꕤ She gets so lonely sometimes...poor thing

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AND WHO WOULD FUCKING LOVE ME THIS WAY?!?!?!??!?

“Y’r a real clumsy pain in the ass, ya know that?” Toji’s making tsk sounds every time he finds a new scrape to clean up. It’s funny to see him look so concentrated – his brows are furrowed, he’s gripping your limbs firmly but gently, careful of his finger placements, and prodding here and there, determining if you need to go to the hospital. “Why’dya even think it was a good idea to go skateboarding? Fuck do you know about that?”

Ah, man. He’s really pissed. He rarely ever gets worked up like this. Sure, he gets annoyed or irritated – the man has the patience of a child, after all – but there’s a frantic quality to his movements, a hesitation before he applies the alcohol on your wounds, and a telltale dart of his eyes at your face after, searching for a wince or a flinch. 

Your thumb flies up, smoothing that wrinkle between his eyebrows. “If you get any more tense, you’ll blow a fuse, Toji.”

He grabs your wrist tight, scoffs, and then lays a frustrated kiss on the inside. 

“Whose goddamn fault is that? Fucking losing my mind here ‘cause you can’t be trusted to act like an adult. Turn my back for one shitty second and then y'r all crumpled up on the concrete, crying like a baby. Was worried you’d lose all your blood.”

The kitchen counter is cold beneath your legs and he must notice because a heavy hand of his rubs some warmth on one of your thighs, squeezing for comfort. 

Sheepish, you mumble an apology. 

“Sorry?” He’s flabbergasted in a way you've never seen him be. You almost want to laugh. “Don’t make that face. None of this is funny, ya damn brat.”

"It looked easy online! Everyone's doing it."

He makes an unamused sound. "If they tell you to jump, would ya?"

"Yeah, probably."

Not finding that funny in the slightest, he shoots you a glare. "Y'r a comedian now, are ya? And what? Your body's the punch line, that it? You just gonna throw it around everywhere without a single care in the world?"

Still feeling defensive, you pout. "Yeah, if I want. It's my body."

"No." His fist slams on the counter. The vibrations rattle your bones. "It's my body. It's the body of the woman I love. The body I feed, I hold at night, the body I need with me. My woman, my body. So, dammit, take care of it, will ya?"

Your eyes are rolling before you can help yourself. "You're being dramatic."

“Look at me.” He pinches your chin. There’s a silencing sincerity in his eyes. It’s serious, frenzied, pleading. It steals your breath, forcing you to the present and washing away that veil of courage you blanketed yourself under. The sting of all your wounds come to you like a wave, sweeping you under. Your injuries must have been worse than you first realised. “You can make light of this all you want, but you didn’t see what I saw. Didn’t hear what I heard – fuck, baby. You were crying. I ain’t never hear you sound like that before. And I don’t want to again. It broke my fucking heart.”

Jaw clenching, he eyes you all over, shaking his head. He still can’t believe this happened — scrapes like these aren’t meant for women, especially not his brilliant girl, who smiles too often and loves too much. His precious girl.

Every day, he worries over how hard he squeezes you in a hug, how much weight he’s putting on you when you cuddle, and how fast he moves when you’re around. This is the body he worships day in and day out and just like that, he’s reminded once again of how easily he could lose it all. How easily he could lose you.

Toji’s head falls onto your lap. His arms wrap around your hips. From your view, he looks somewhat like a child. He kisses your thigh, inhales deeply, and burrows his face tighter against you as if reminding himself you’re here and you’re okay and he’s not letting this happen again. 

“I’m sorry, Toji. Really.”

He scoffs again. God, he needs to stop doing that. “Yeah, you will be. ‘Cause I’m tying y’r uncoordinated ass to me. So if you wanna go down, y’r taking me with ya.”

“Deal.”

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boyfriend! satoru with a reader who struggles with an eating disorder and body image issues.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, steals your food all the time. it's intended to be silly. “ooo, haha, we're sharing food that was supposed to just be for you!” is essentially what he thinks; he unintentionally stays ignorant to how he's the only one eating, how he's the one who finishes the whole plate of food, not both of you.

boyfriend! satoru who, before finding out, pokes your stomach a lot. it's mindless, like a habit. he doesn't notice how badly it affects your vision of yourself. he doesn't see how you stare at your naked body in the mirror and remember how he poked your stomach; “does he not like my body? is this his way of saying i look fat?” you think to yourself as tears bead up on your waterline.

boyfriend! satoru who finds out by pure accident. you were in the bedroom, on a phone call with a girl friend of yours, and somehow your eating disorder came up as a topic. you didn't think he'd hear, he was all the way in the living room, after all. but what you didn't know was that he'd started to miss your presence and went to your shared bedroom to relieve the ache, only to hear what you and your friend were talking about.

boyfriend! satoru who starts picking up on all the signs he neglected to notice before, such as you never wearing certain clothes he bought you if you deemed it ‘too revealing’, your stomach growling at the most random of times, when you would poke at your own stomach and frown, how you'd always hug a pillow to your stomach when you're sitting in bed or on the couch, eating slowly, never scolding him for stealing your food, skipping meals by ‘accident’, always ‘not hungry’, ect.

boyfriend! satoru who feels so ashamed for not noticing beforehand, because how could he not? the signs were there, he just wasn't looking hard enough.

boyfriend! satoru who has no clue how to bring it up after that. because, realistically, how would he? “hey, babe! the other day i heard you telling your friend about how you hate your body and have an eating disorder, wanna unpack that?” no, that sounds intrusive and insensitive.

boyfriend! satoru who, instead, tries to do little acts to try and get you to like your body without directly bringing it up.

boyfriend! satoru who litters little kisses all over your tummy right before bed. it turns into a nightly routine.

boyfriend! satoru who rubs your stomach whenever he's spooning you from behind while kissing your shoulder every now and then.

boyfriend! satoru who murmurs soft: “you're so pretty”'s, and “such a beautiful body”'s every time the two of you get sexually intimate.

boyfriend! satoru whose new favorite position is missionary, because it means he can watch your face heat up while he tells you how gorgeous your body is.

boyfriend! satoru who stops stealing your food.

boyfriend! satoru who starts cooking homemade meals for you. he makes a mental list of all your favorite foods alongside a list of foods your friends have said you liked and gets to work. he knows you're more likely to eat it if you know he made it, rather than if it's just an instant can of nothingness like normally.

boyfriend! satoru who watches your plate whenever the two of you eat together. it isn't an intense stare, just looking down at it every now and then, smiling a little whenever he sees you actually eating.

boyfriend! satoru who realizes it's working when all the tiny things you used to do stop happening. you eat at a regular pace now, you slap his hand when he steals your food, you tell him when you're hungry, you eat three meals a day, you wear all the clothes he buys you, you stop hiding your stomach, you're happier.

boyfriend! satoru who is ecstatic to have you feeling happy with yourself again. he thinks you're so pretty, you deserve to feel that way just as much as he does.

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dilf!kento thinks it's odd just how hot and bothered you get when he does the most mundane of things.

for example, he'll be getting dressed in the morning: hair mussed and eyes dark from the lack of sleep that parenthood brings. fingers working his belt through the loops in his slacks and fastening the buckle just to be startled by you, having leapt out of bed to drop to your knees before him and suck him off right there in the walk in closet.

or, later on, when he's cleaning up the kitchen after sending the kids off to school, and you walk in to find his sleeves rolled up, humming away to himself as he washes dishes in the sink. of course, the look on his face when he turns to find you already sat on the countertop and beckoning him over is as priceless as it is arousing.

or god forbid he starts paying bills. sitting at the dining table with papers scattered in front of him, pen held in his strong hand as those glasses of his slide down the bridge of his nose. god, he's so pretty when he's concentrated, working with numbers like a whore! he shouldn't be surprised when you weave your way between him and the papers to sit on his lap and start working at hooking him out of his pants. so you can sit on his cock and get your fill.

"keep acting like that, sir, and you're gonna be a daddy again."

he's gruff. tired. so fucking sexy. "i'm going over the credit card statement. did you spend five hundred dollars on—"

"mmm stop talking and fuck another baby into me, ken."

and, because you married the right man, a pair of strong arms are already hoisting you up and carrying you to the bedroom. "as you wish, love."