#chubby and retired

[wherenymphsroam]

I READ DAD BOD LEON AND LIKE JDFKD imagine praising him and getting him all flustered and needy and just 😭 he is such a hottie I NEED HIM sorry im just a lil feral abt him

GRAHHHH YES !!!!

cw: leon finally in his retirement era ??? (probably not canon but we can only hope), chubby leon, older leon, body worship, very light scent thing, a messy blowjob, he’s insecure at first the poor thing, uhhhh not proofread <3

w/c: 1.5k

like, leon is sooooo relieved when he’s (somehow) allowed to retire. genuinely probably just passes out for a good couple of days, drowsy and catching up on years of sleep he missed for a month or so. takes things day by day, waning contentedly through different hobbies, interests, just trying to like…. find his personality back after basically becoming the governments dog for the most of his adult life.

and some things really like … don’t click at first.

that he’s not nearly as active without the physically demanding day to day. the mission every other month or so that sheds him of all his bodies resources, the ones that basically force upon him that consistently low body fat percentage. sure, he still works out because at this point, it’s weird Not To after putting in so much physical work for so long.

but he’s older now, his metabolism has changed. commercial gyms don’t exactly offer the same amount of intensity that his body is so used to having to work through. and naturally, parts of him grow complacent. he eats more, rightfully so. actually has the time to go out to eat on a consistent basis, and doordash is viewed as a god sent app.

he doesn’t really notice the pounds that have crept up on him until suddenly his favorite pair of jeans doesn’t need a belt to keep them up anymore. it’s when he tucks in his shirt for a more upscale night out that he realizes his button down is more fitted against him than maybe it was the last time he dug out his nicer clothes.

but once he realizes it, he shies away from it, avoids changing in front of mirrors. and when he starts refusing to change in front of you that you notice.

sure, leon was always attractive in your eyes. but it was never the muscles, the trim ‘v’ of his waistline that kept you around. you loved him, genuinely so. and to have him around more often, able to revel in some of the domestic things you couldn’t exactly soak up when he was still an agent? it’s like heaven on earth with him.

so when you notice the slight increase in his weight — the softness that begins to pad his strong biceps when he wraps his arms around you from behind, the extra bit you’re able to hold onto when you hug him — you don’t point it out. it’s welcomed, has you touching him a bit more than maybe necessary nowadays.

the first time he abruptly turns around when you walk in while he was changing, you don’t question it. it’s when he starts to dim the lights before the two of you topple onto the bed in a passionate display that you grow suspicious. your last straw is plucked when he starts coming to bed with a shirt on. an oversized one at that. he had never worn shirts to bed before, always complained about the materials feeling against him becoming irritating throughout the night.

he tries to deny when you first confront him. plays off the way the newfound pliant skin of his sides swells out over the top of his jeans waistband. shakes his head and makes a face at you, even goes so far as to roll his eyes when you reason with him, pointing out his recent ‘preference’ of keeping the lights lower when you fuck.

“I think you’re imagining this, sweetheart. I’m still sexy,” he reasons cheekily, trying to distract you with his cheesy nature.

“I didn’t say you’re not sexy,” you sigh, shaking your head. “You’re definitely still sexy. I’m just saying you look sexy with the extra bit on you,” you hum, leaning against the bedroom door.

it takes Leon a second, trying to allow ‘sexiness’ and ‘weight’ to coexist in his head. at least not in terms of himself. he loved women, all shapes and bodies and weights included. it was a no brainer to say that yes, your logic that sexiness could coexist with more weight was correct. but on him…? he’s Leon Kennedy. he’s not fat.

“Nor am I saying you’re fat, not by a long shot,” you continue, knowing all too well what that look on his face meant. the one he wore when he was thinking too hard about something.

he tries not to flinch when your hands reach out, capturing his sides. tries to stifle the sound that wants to escape when he realizes how much more sensitive the skin there is now with the extra weight. but the pounding of his heart and heat emanating off his body tells you all you need to know. so you continue.

you’re unashamed in how you explore how pliant his sides are now, in how you trace along where the firm cut lines of his abs formerly were. gently pinching and filling your fingers with the extra skin that lies over his lower abdomen, flattening your palm over the swell there and letting it fill your palm. his breath hitches, hands twitching at his sides, itching to slide your hands off him. he yearns to step out of your grasp, but knows that’ll be too telling. so he lets you continue, let’s you have your fun.

the button of his jeans pops audibly, and it’s clear that maybe he’s gonna have to let his favorite pair go pretty soon. but that’s okay. it’s obvious how okay it is when you slide his shirt up, up, up and out of the way. when your lips finds his sternum, trailing up and down its length before moving on to his pecs. silently appreciating how they’ve swelled a bit, how the hair that scatters across his skin has seemingly spread more. you tuck your nose in, inhaling him appreciatively when you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, start to shimmy the denim down.

and oh god, you’re slowly lowering yourself, letting your lips ghost over his stomach now. you’ve grown sloppier, greedier in how you lick up the salt of his skin, bite into and suck at the pliant flesh. as if a fever had overcome you.

and really, that’s not all that far fetched of an idea. it was like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again. except he’s softer, warmer… easier to paw and play with. responsive when your hands knead at his sides, his pecs. breathless and panting when he realizes his nipples are more sensitive for some reason when you drag the pads of your thumbs over them.

he could’ve gone bright pink when you ask him to strip completely. in front of the mirror no less. but he obliges, although begrudgingly. maybe a bit more hesitantly when you roll your desk chair over in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, instructing him to sit down. but that dissolves when you settle on your knees in front of it, as if sweetening the deal.

he doesn’t expect you to be so …. eager when you finally get yours hands on him. but fuck does he look good. softened thighs spread, the perfect mix between strong and soft in front of you. his soft cock, laid oh so prettily between them, ever so full balls nestled there. you really can’t help how quickly you find yourself burying your face into him, breathing him in and mouthing at his thighs.

your hands are greedy, so very greedy in how you grab at him. his thighs, the stomach that’s started to rest on them. his pecs you reach up to paw at when you realize they’ve started to create a crease between his chest and his stomach from below.

and at first, he doesn’t believe you when you tell him he looks even better like this. that if anything, you prefer him like this. doesn’t want to hear it when you try to coax him into repeating affirmations about himself, keeps his eyes off his reflection in the mirror.

but of course, he’s a weak man. you’re sat on your knees between his spread thighs, your ass practically begging to be ogled in those jeans.

and that’s what he focuses on at first. tries not to notice how you have to tilt your head slightly when you take him in your mouth, how you have to hold his tummy when you suck him off to keep it from inhabiting how far down you can get on his length. but as the heat in his body grows, as you get sloppier with spit dribbling down your chin, he has no choice but to look down at you.

and at that point, he can’t find it in him to care about the swell of his lower abdomen. he isn’t very worried about how much more space his thighs take up on the chair when you dip one of his balls into your mouth, licking and warming and soaking them in your feverish attempt to make him feel how sexy he is to you.

but by the time he’s coming ropes onto your pretty face, he finally gives in. finally obliges you fully and admits that maybe… maybe he was still sexy as fuck. maybe he did look better, healthier with the retirement weight on him.

[the-heaminator]

Whats the basis of the Spy AU because i am dYING TO DRAW THE OLD MEN OF THIS AU PLS (the fanfic is bookmarked and it WILL be read tonight >:3) but the urge to doodle them right this second is oVERWHELMING 🧎‍♂️🧎‍♂️

@/vodka-flavoured-tea :)

AHSHDGDHDHDHHFF.

The basis of the au is literally Arthur and Ivan get force maarried off because they're a bit too old to be of use in the agency anymore cause they're like almost 50 and have been here since the early 90s and they bodies are quite literallly falling apart but they're too codependent to be able to function alone so they get married off

And in the process they obtain 4 children, Alfred Matt Jack and Eli, jack and Eli are Australia and New Zealand, since their parents have been killed via the agency and they tend to have like an adoption centrenkinda thing ehete they deal with the children abd give then off to the ones retiring sjnce a lot of them are in their mid 30s and are goinh bavk tk normal lives but Arthur and ivsn held out a bit long.

Next door is Gilbert Ludwig and their grandpa Heinrich (Germania) heand their grandpas "friend" Romulus. Gilbert and Alfred have a sort of homiesexual relationshipater on. Ludwig and jack are Bros with a capital B.

Shenanigans ensue

@vodka-flavoured-tea

GRRRRR PLEASE DRAW THEM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ILL GO INSANE

PLEASE COMMENT WHEN YOU READ IT AHAHAHDGDGF

[thisisthevoice]

Stephen King cannot help but remind you over and over that a fat character is fat

[spoiltizzy]

This fandom desperately needs more post-season 2 chubby EdStede. Chubby EdStede fics, fanart, the whole nine.

Ed loving being chubby and happy, showing off his belly in whatever ways he can imagine, getting extra tattoos along with the extra pudge. Man's happy that he no longer has to starve or have edges to him.

Stede being self-conscious about his inevitable retirement weight gain (especially after years of bullying over his physique), but Edward smoothing those worries aside.

The two of them being their best fat, happy, retired selves.

I *need* it.

ugh you’re so right… a few days ago i talked with someone about it and today i’ve been thinking about it- ed and stede keep ed’s leathers but retire them from regular wear, and one day ed decides to try them on again and they’re far too small. maybe neither ed nor stede had quite realised just how much weight they’d been gaining until they can’t wriggle into their old pants further than mid-thigh. sometimes i imagine them in loose, flowy shirts, but despite the oversized nature of the garments, they still drape over ed and stede’s rounded out bellies in such a way it’s obvious they’ve grown fat under there. perhaps they lounge about all day in loose shirts and smalls, indulging the luxurious whims of each other’s appetites until they have cause to dress properly only to discover everything is so, so tight now… much to ponder… ed would be so pretty with softened thighs and a rounded out belly and a soft jawline. eyes wide and wary at first, shiny and unsure, but when he realises all the extra fat makes stede squirm and blush… ohhh, he’s cheeky. drawing attention to it every way he can. you know, i think once stede got past blushing and folding himself around his tummy trying to hide all his new softness, he could find diabolical confidence with the intent of flustering ed, too. they find they both like to show off for each other at mealtimes when they eat, like it’s a competition of who can get the other hard the quickest, lol.

[jjcocker]

hgi. post-cankn jj

[theflirtmeister]

ik this is random but thank you sooo much for providing the big boy™ content i see art plenty but not a lot of people write about them in detail... the way you write about lawrence's body in particularly makes me bark 🙏

UR WELCOME KING, i love a big boy!! i do always worry if I'm toeing the line between "loving description" and "oh god elliott has a kink" but I'm glad you're enjoying how much i write lawrence being a LORGE BOY

[bunnis-monsters]

Platonic!yandere bee hybrid sons that refuse to let anyone touch their queen. In this scenario, you were taken against your will to be a queen, forced to pump out eggs.

You’re their mama, and they’re tired of others using you!

When you could no longer incubate eggs, they planned on killing you and capturing a new queen… but your sons wouldn’t have it!

You’re tired, you need to rest and be pampered and they’re here to make sure you never go without proper care!

The original bee hybrids hadn’t been kind enough to you, simply using your body to create more bee hybrids, but what they didn’t know is that you would create the most loyal sons that would free you from your captivity and slaughter those who would even think about laying a hand on their precious mama!

They take you to a quiet place, taking care of their mama and forming cuddle piles, all buzzing comfortingly and making sure you’re happy and safe. They never want to see you in pain again.

All you ever did was love them, make sure they grew up knowing that they could be anyone they wanted. And they all wanted to be your protectors.

They just had to take down the hive, and now you could retire with your family. Your little ones clung to your breast, feeding as your older sons focused on maintaining the hive and ensuring you’d never have to worry about producing eggs again. They didn’t care if the hive ended with their generation, they wanted you to have a peaceful and happy life!

Their fuzzy bodies and soft chubby faces all nuzzle and snuggle into you from every angle. To be loved is to be protected and cherished above all else, and you were loved dearly.

[amaranthinespirit]

Hi u hope it's not too weird but I love your writing and I wanted to ask if you'd be down to write könig who got a but chubby under the readers cooking?

könig getting softer after retirement

he's been retired for a few months now, taking the time to laze around the house and spend more time with his pretty missus, except he's noticed one thing.

back when he was in the military, he was fit, in shape with sharp muscles and defined abs that you loved to run your tongue down. he had worked hard for years, reflected greatly in his physique, with beefy arms, brute chest and thick thighs. his skin also littered with scars that you kissed every night.

now he was home with you. after years of deployments, he decided he wanted to settle back with you for the rest of his life. he had gotten lazy after retirement, spending more days on the couch watching a telegram program with you on his arm, or fucking you stupid on every surface of the house—the only real exercise he's gotten in months. while he is a man of discipline and routine, he just wants to make up for the lost time he spent away from you.

so his physique might've slipped away from him, but you can't blame him! he has a cute wife that spends countless time in the kitchen—definitely not due to the fact he's got you bent over the countertop. your food is heavenly, and it doesn't help the man eats enough for an entire army. sometimes you'd excuse yourself from the table, pushing the plate in his direction with the excuse, "i'm full," but once he found out you were lying about that, he made you cum more than you could count on both hands.

but if only all the fucking could help with the weight he's gained.

he's gotten softer.

his abs now have a smooth layer of fat over them, the skin stretched with marks, and you can see his soft gut through his mouth-wateringly tight shirts.

His thick arms only got beefier, a thing you loved because you could now sink your teeth into the plushy flesh—he doesn't know why you like it, he just goes along with it because it makes you happy.

and his thighs. his. thighs. they got impossibly bigger, you could mistake them for tree trunks, decorated with more stretch marks that you adored and kissed every time you got on your knees for him.

he sees how much you like his softer figure, muscles still strong under the extra layers of fat, and it's definitely not like his staminas been affected in anyway.

so he'll continue devouring your food like his stomach is a bottomless pit, and make sure his wife is stuffed full too—in more ways than one. he'll rub a large, calloused hand over your food baby. his grin devilous as he coos.

"now how about I put a real baby in there, hm?"

[waterdhaviancheesecake]

I chose to interpret elves being more slender and light than humans as meaning they just have more petite skeletal frames but they can still be fat

[kissandtellus]

Doctor’s Orders

Synopsis: Zayne is a husband & father first and foremost. Seeing you with your first-born strikes a need in him. He needs about 3 more carbon copies of you, STAT!

Warnings: Breeding, tracking ovulation, mention of pregnancy, praising, dirty talk, pwp, smut.

Zayne entered the apartment with the front door shutting firmly behind him. He ran a hand through his messy hair before tugging on the tie around his neck. Exhaling softly, he slowly made his way to the living room area. The sight of his wife and infant daughter together immediately brought a soft smile to his face.

He came up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder as he peered down at their sweet daughter. "You're both still up at this hour?" he murmured, his voice weary but laced with affection.

He gently takes Luna from your arms, cuddling her close as he sits down next to you on the couch. “Let me hold my little angel for a bit... You look tired too." His thumb softly stroking Luna's cheek as he leans his head against yours.

You take a deep breath as Zayne takes her in his arms, sitting beside you on the couch. “She wanted her ‘Baba’, I also think she’s cutting teeth.” You wince, rubbing your sore breast from breastfeeding.

Zayne let out a low sympathetic hum as he took Luna from your arms, cradling the baby gently on his lap. "Poor little one," he murmured, his expression softening even more as he looked down at their baby.

He ran a finger lightly across her tiny cheek, feeling for any signs of swelling or irritation. "You're right. It does look like she's teething. I'll have to look up some remedies for that tomorrow," he said, his mind already going into his 'doctor mode.'

The one year old tiredly blinked up her her father, a chubby hand reaching out to grab at his glasses. “Ba…Ba.”

Zayne chuckled softly at Luna's attempt to grab his glasses. He gently captured her little hand in his, holding it in place. "No, no, darling. Not the glasses," he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.

He couldn't help but feel a burst of affection for his daughter. Even after a long, hectic day at the hospital, coming home to this sight always melted his heart.

"How many times has she been fussy tonight?" he asked, turning his attention to his wife.

"She's woken up a few times, mostly from pain, I think. But she's been calm since I called you," You reply, your gaze lingering on the two of them for a few more moments before shifting your attention to the folder that Zayne had set on the coffee table.

"Long shift?" You ask. "You look exhausted."

Zayne sighed, his shoulders sagging momentarily. "Long and exhausting," he admitted, his fingers still gently holding Luna's hand in his. "Non-stopping surgeries, a few emergency cases... the usual, really."

He leaned back against the couch, his gaze drifting to the folder that you’d been eyeing. "Why? Something you need from there?" he asked curiously.

"Just wanted to see if you had any new articles for me to read," You say with a teasing smile. "You know I like looking at all those impressive medical terms you use."

Zayne chuckled softly at your remark, the tiredness in his eyes replaced by a touch of affection. "Ah, my little medical term enthusiast," he said, shaking his head slightly. "I'll make sure to leave my most complex articles scattered around the living room then.”

You roll your eyes playfully in response. "Oh, what a gift that would be," You reply, unable to suppress a soft laugh. "I'll have to clear out an entire shelf for all your medical jargon."

Zayne's smile widened, a glint of amusement shining in his tired eyes. "Just be careful not to read too much," he teased. "You might start sounding like a doctor yourself, and then what will I do?"

You let out a small laugh at his comment. "Oh, don't worry, I doubt I'll ever get to your level. Unless... you're secretly planning to retire and pass on your wisdom to me?"

Zayne's eyes softened even more, his expression growing more serious for a brief moment. "And leave my job? Not a chance."

There was a hint of protectiveness in his gaze as he looked down at Luna, who was now dozing off peacefully in his arms.

You reach over and grab Luna’s tiny little hand, flipping it over to show Zayne the smallest layer of ice over her palm. “Looks like someone inherited Baba’s evol.”

Zayne's eyes widen, his attention immediately snapping down to Luna's hand. He carefully examined the fine layer of ice coating her palm. A mix of surprise and fascination washed over his features.

"So she did..." he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. He gently ran a finger over the ice, feeling the coolness on his skin. "It's... early. I didn't expect her to start showing signs of an evol so soon."

Zayne carefully shifts Luna in his arms, his thoughts consumed with worry despite his efforts to hide it. He remembers all too well the struggles he faced himself with his evol - the loss of control, the accidents, the guilt.

He lets out a soft sigh, his gaze fixed on Luna's peaceful face. "She so young..." he mutters, his voice tinged with a hint of dread. "What if... what if she can't control it?"

You reach over and gently place a hand on his arm, sensing the worry in his voice. "Hey," you say softly. "She's your daughter. She'll be fine."

Zayne's shoulders tense for a moment, his gaze still fixed on Luna's face. He knows you are trying to reassure him, but the memories of his own struggles with his evol still linger in his mind.

"I just... I don't want her to go through what I went through," he says, his voice quivering with a mix of fear and protectiveness.

You press a warm kiss to his lips, resting your forehead on his. “You’re perfect. The best father she could ask for, and the best husband I could ever dream of. We’ll get through this together.”

Zayne closes his eyes, his tension softening at your words and touch. He takes a deep breath, the weight of his worries seeming to lighten marginally.

"You have too much faith in me," he murmurs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "But... I suppose if I have you by my side, I can face anything."

He opens his eyes, his gaze meeting mine with a mixture of love and gratitude. "Together," he echoes.

Zayne is a master of putting Luna back to sleep after a fussy night.

He’s also a master at dragging you back to your bedroom, kissing you within an inch of your life. Despite his exhaustion, he needs to be inside of you. Needs to praise you for being such an amazing mother.

His breath hot against your neck as he presses you down onto the mattress, his hands already working to remove your clothes. “I missed you," he murmurs, his lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. His body presses against yours, the scent of the hospital still clinging to him.

Zayne slips two long and icy fingers into your warm cunt, cooing in a calm voice he might use to tell his patients about their diagnosis.

His fingers expertly curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot that makes your hips buck against him “So wet for me already..." *His voice is low and husky, filled with desire* "I've been thinking about this all day..." *His thumb circles your clit as he adds another finger.

He continues to finger you slowly, his icy touch contrasting with the warmth of your insides. “You're so tight and warm... It's like coming home." His free hand roams over your body, squeezing your breasts and rolling your nipples between his fingers. “I love seeing you like this.”

You choke back a soft whine. Usually you would be so overstimulated from having a one year old hanging off of you all day. But with Zayne it was different.

Noticing your reaction, he smirks against your lips, knowing exactly how to drive you wild. “You're so sensitive tonight..." *He whispers huskily. “Does my little wife need more?"

You grasps at his shoulders like a lifeline. “M-mmh! C-condom, I’m-“

Before you could finish, Zayne finishes it for you.

“You’re ovulating.” He says as if he’s talking about the weather. with his free hand he flicks the screen of his watch towards you, showing you the calendar he has set on his watch of your ovulation cycle.

His eyes darken with a primal desire as he looks at you, his fingers still moving inside you. “I've been tracking your cycle, love." He murmurs, his voice low and commanding.* "And today is the perfect day to fill that womb with my seed."

You give lighthearted protest. It’s not that you don’t want another little Luna running around. It’s moreso you are so cockdrunk already you’d give your husband anything he’d ask. “You want anothed?” You whimper out

His lips quirk into a smirk at your whimpering protest, knowing that you're already so drunk on his attention and affection. “Yes." He replies firmly, his fingers curling inside you as he finds that perfect spot. “I want another little girl, just like Luna."

You don’t really remember how your knees got pushed up next to your ears, but what you do remember is the delicious stretch of his cock in your sloppy cunt.

He enters you slowly at first, savoring the feeling of your warmth enveloping him completely. “So tight..." *He groans, pushing deeper until he's fully sheathed inside you. “This is where I belong." He starts moving, his pace steady and deep.

You are digging your nails into his back, holding on for the ride. One hand is angling your hips, pushing up one leg higher than the other. His other hand is gripping the headboard. Through lidded eyes you can see the way his ice Evol slips from his palm, starting to freeze the mahogany wood.

He notices your gaze on his hand and smirks, knowing that your attention is split between the pleasure and the display of his power. “Fuck, you feel so good." *He groans deeply, thrusting harder into you. “So warm.” he emphasizes.

His thrusts become more urgent, his hips slapping against yours with a wet, rhythmic sound. The headboard creaks under his grip, the ice spreading further as his control slips away to pure primal need. "My patient is speakin’ to me..."

You realize he’s not talking about you, he’s talking about your noisy pussy that’s pulsing around his length, dripping onto the expensive silk sheets.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice husky with desire. “She wants me to breed her." He thrusts harder, hitting that spot inside you that sends sparks flying behind your eyes. “And I'm going to give her exactly what she wants. Doctor’s orders.”

Your back arches when the curve of his cock presses just so into your cervix.

He sees your reaction and does it again, purposely hitting that spot with every thrust. “There it is.” He murmurs, watching your body respond to his touch.* "Right there.” His voice is strained with effort as he fights off his own release.

But Zayne is a good husband. When your contracting womb begs for his seed, who is he to deny you?

With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself completely inside you. His release is intense, his hot seed filling you up and spilling out around his length. The ice spreads across the headboard and down the wall as he comes undone, marking the room with his power.

The room immediately drops in temperature. Zayne draws back as much of the ice as he can, the exaustion from such a long day catching up with him.

He collapses onto the bed beside you, his body still trembling from the intensity of their coupling. The room is now a chilly 40 degrees Fahrenheit, the ice slowly melting back into his palm as he regains control over his powers. “…Love you," *he murmurs sleepily against your neck.

The expression on Luna’s face when you all tell her she’s going to be a big sister is all the encouragement you need for another 2 years of sleepless nights.

[kashverse]

nanami knew this day would come. it had started innocently—too innocently. babykuna, the tiny menace to society, had somehow developed an obsession with dinosaurs. it was all she talked about. all she drew. all she screamed at an ungodly volume.

"RAWWWWR! I’M GONNA EAT YOU, POOPYHEAD!"

and of course, because yuuji admired his little she-devil bestfriend far too much, he immediately jumped on the hype train like a devoted disciple. which brings us to now. yuuji, standing in the middle of the living room, clutching nanami’s hands, eyes wide with uncontainable excitement.

"papa. we need diwosaur suits."

"…what."

yuuji gasped. "suits. but not boring ones. fun ones. kom-fee ones. cozy-wosy ones." his chubby little hands balled into fists. “onesies.” nanami slowly exhaled, already regretting this conversation. "yuuji, why do we need dinosaur onesies?"

yuuji stared up at him like he had just said the dumbest thing in existence. "’cuz."

"because what?"

"’cuz they cool, papa." he stomped his little foot for emphasis. "and… and we need matching ones! group ones! like a famiwy pack!"

"yuuji, we are not a pokémon bundle."

"but papa, pwetty pleaseeeee." his tiny hands grabbed at nanami’s apron, shaking it with desperation. "we gotta! we gotta be diwosaurs in da wild! rawwr! rawwr!"

"yuuji, i am a grown man—"

"a fun grown man!"

"—who will not be parading around in public in a dinosaur onesie."

yuuji gasped so dramatically that he nearly choked. "papa." his voice trembled. “papa, do you not love me anymore?” nanami pinched the bridge of his nose. "yuuji, i bought you legos."

"yes, but dis is more."

you, watching from the kitchen with your coffee, tried very hard not to laugh. but yuuji had not forgotten about you. "mama!" he sprinted towards you, grabbing at your sleeve. “mama, you love diwosaurs, wight? wight??” you raised a brow. "do i?"

"yes." yuuji decided. "and we gotta be matching! papa is da big dino, you da mommy dino, and i am baby dino!" he beamed. "and den we can go outside and show da whole wide world our dino power!"

nanami, horrified, turned to you. “do not encourage this.” you hummed, sipping your coffee. "i dunno, honey. it does sound like family bonding."

yuuji gasps. "mama likes! it's two against one, papa!"

nanami closed his eyes. he was outnumbered. and so, three days later, nanami found himself standing in front of the mirror, staring at his own reflection.

in a green dinosaur onesie.

yuuji cheered, "LOOKIT, LOOKIT! PAPA, YOU DA BIG DINO!"

nanami dragged a tired hand down his face. he was a grown man. he paid taxes. he handled real estate investments. he had a retirement plan. 

and yet.

here he was, dressed like a discount godzilla, while his son gleefully jumped on the couch in his tiny orange dinosaur onesie. you, in your own (slightly more stylish) onesie, patted nanami’s arm. "you look good, babe."

he sighed deeply. "this is my life now."

and just when nanami thought it couldn’t get any worse—

"UNCLE KENNY, UNCLE KENNY!" babykuna burst into the apartment, skidding to a stop. she blinked up at him. then, with the smuggest little grin—

"you look so silly."

nanami closed his eyes. this was exactly why he should have never given in to capitalism.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

girl i love your shut up mom and career day fic so much!!!!!! i was wondering if you can do something similar to bothh? no pressure if you dont wanna!

Baby's first words

Tags: fluff, crack, jjk men as dads x fem!reader, angst on Nanami's!!!

Synopsis: You and your husband have been trying to get your child to say their first words. Chaos ensues.

An: I hope this is close enough to what you were requesting!! I really couldn't think of much more. Also, I want to point out that I completely forgot that Todo's first name is Aoi. I want to clarify that it is completely unrelated to your baby's name with Satoru lol.

SATORU • SUGURU • TOJI • SUKUNA • NANAMI

SATORU

"Alright Aoi, say da-da, and I'll give you this yummy scoop of baby food." Your husband coaxes as he holds out a spoonful of baby food just out of your small baby's reach.

"Stop bribing our kid to say dada." You giggle as you walk up to your adorable baby sat in his high chair. You fluffed Satoru's hair affectionately with your hand. These were the moments that made life worth living.

"Hmph. I want dada to be his first word. Wouldn't that be so cool?" He asks with a small pout as he coaxes your baby's attention again with the spoon. "C'mon Aoi, da-da." He sounds out the word phonetically to try to teach Aoi.

However, your pretty blue-eyed baby looked up at you with the brightest smile. "Mama!" Aoi cried as he made grabby hands for you.

Yours and Satoru's mouths completely dropped. While you immediately started laughing and picking up Aoi out of the highchair to snuggle your baby, your husband just looked at you with a bittersweet pout. He wanted to be y'all's baby's first words, but it was worth it to see your reaction to Aoi saying mama.

"That's right, baby. Mama." You encourage, smooching him on his chubby little cheek.

"Alright, I get it kid. I'd say mama to get a kiss too." Satoru laughs as he holds out his cheek towards you with a playful grin.

Jokingly rolling your eyes, you press a kiss to Satoru's cheek too.

SUGURU

"Alright girls, can you say da-da?" You said to the two young twin girls in their highchairs. You pointed to Geto as he stood next to you.

"They're too young to be talking, darling." He muses as he looks at your twin girls.

"But they're not too young to learn. Don't act like you don't want to hear them say dada." You poke Geto in his side, causing for him to let out a hearty chuckle.

"I want to keep them as young for as long as possible. Watching them grow up is going to send me into an early retirement." He says as he lovingly rubs on your back.

A doorbell sounding throughout the house caused your husband to sigh deeply. He hated being pulled away from these moments with you and the girls.

"Were you expecting someone?" You curiously ask.

"No, it's probably just one of those filthy monkeys again." He gripes as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Dada!" Mimiko shouts with a giggle, garnering both your attentions.

"You really have to stop saying that in front of the girls." You chide as Geto picks up Mimiko from her highchair.

"My sweet girl." He grins at the baby in his hands and blows a raspberry on her cheek.

The doorbell rings again, and you sigh this time. "I guess I'll go get it." You say as you start to walk away.

"M-m... ma..ma.." Nanako quietly whimpered as your presence left the room.

"Oh, it's okay, little one. She'll be back." Geto soothes as he picks his other daughter up with his other arm. What's the purpose of having two arms if you couldn't snuggle both your twin daughters at the same time?

After scaring off a salesman, you return to the heartwarming sight.

"You missed it, darling. Nanako said mama." Geto informs you with a proud smile.

"I always miss the good parts!" You complain as you scoop Nanako up out of Geto's arms. "I hope they stay this little forever."

"Me too."

TOJI

"Okay Gumi, can you say ma-ma?" You say as you're staring with a bright smile at your flat expression baby. He honestly looks like he might be judging you for even insinuating that he'd say mama.

"Okay, tough crowd." You muse as you hand Megumi one of his toys for him to play with.

You have been trying to teach him how to say mama for the past month or so, but he hasn't really said much of anything. He'll babble sometimes, but it's rare.

You were concerned about his mental and social development, but his pediatrician assured you that there was nothing wrong with little Megumi.

"He just doesn't want to talk yet." The doctor informed you with a lighthearted laugh.

It was semi-funny, but you couldn't help and compare with other moms. You knew it was wrong and every baby developed at their own rate, but you really just wanted to hear your baby's sweet voice.

Toji walks in through the front door immediately kicking his shoes off. "No one touch me. I'm covered in blood." He grunts as he tries his best to maneuver and not spread the blood everywhere.

Given his job, you were already use to this. "It's not yours, right?" You ask as you look up at him.

"Course not, babe. What do you take me for? An amateur?" He asks with a cocky grin.

Megumi looks up from his highchair, and his eyes immediately go as big as saucers upon seeing his dad walk in through the door. "Papa!" He immediately cries out, making grabby hands towards Toji.

You stare at your son in disbelief. "You little traitor!" You whine, but you also feel the relief pool into you. Your baby really just didn't want to talk to you, but that's fine.

"Ahh you little shit. You would do this when I can't pick you up. Your mama will kill me if I get blood on you." He grins as he carefully pats Megumi's hair with a clean hand.

"Damn right. Go shower." You instruct with a small grin.

"Yes mam." He retorts playfully as he shot you a little wink.

SUKUNA

"Okay Ryu, say ma-ma." You say to your little pink-haired baby as he's looking at you from his high chair.

"That's so amateur. He's the son of the king." Sukuna says as he pulls up a chair and sits backwards in it, facing y'all's baby. "Say dismantle." He grins wildly, and your sweet baby just giggles at him.

"You dare laugh in the face of a king, hm?" Sukuna asks as he playfully narrows his eyes. Despite how scary he was trying to seem, Ryu just kept smiling at him and giggling.

"Stop trying to get our baby to say cursed techniques." You chide your husband while shaking your head.

"Fine. Say Satoru Gojo's a bitch."

"Ryomen!"

"What!?" Sukuna shouts defensively. "I'll never forgive that white-haired bastard for teaching his kid to say 'kuna sucks'." You quietly laugh remembering that random video that was sent to you two.

In their older age, Sukuna and Satoru had settled on having a baby race. Constantly filming their baby's milestones and gloating to the other.

Sukuna had practically cheered whenever little Ryu was eating more solid foods than Gojo's kid was.

"D...d.." Ryu babbles and tries to get his syllables right.

"Woman. Get your phone machine out. He's going to cast his first domain." Sukuna says as he's immediately grabbing onto your arm.

"Sukuna, for the last time. It's just called a phone, and he's not going to cast a domain." You say as you start recording your little baby Ryu.

"Da..da... dada." Your son babbles out reaching up towards his dad.

Sukuna's face slightly drops, but it wasn't to one of sadness. No, he felt surprised. His son was reaching to him, calling for him. To most people, he was the King of Curses, but to little Ryu, he was simply dada.

Your husband scoops your son into his arms, hugging him lovingly. "I'll let you slide just this once. Next time you'll cast a domain." He says playfully while cradling his son in his arms.

Later, you would get a text from Gojo after sending him that video.

Gojo: Cute kid. Sukuna looks happy. Fucker is finally softening in his prehistoric age.

NANAMI

"Say da-da..." Your voice plays over Nanami's phone as he watches the video you just sent him of you teaching Hana how to say her first words.

"Dada!" Hana yells with a cheerful smile while clapping her little hands together.

Your husband smiles, missing you two dearly right now. It feels like his heart lives outside his chest. If he could afford it, he'd go home and snuggle with you two.

Yn: Stay safe out there, Ken. Please.

He promptly texts back, promising that he'll be back home before you know it. Though, something about the air in Shibuya tonight gave Nanami second guesses about that.

He could leave. He could leave right now and return home to you and his daughter, but his students and his peers need him.

Yn: The power's out here, Ken. Is everything alright?

Yn: Jesus I can hear the explosions from here...

Yn: Please tell me that you're safe...

Yn: Hana and I are evacuating. I love you. Please text me as soon as you can.

Yn: You fuckig promised... you liedd to me.

Yn: What do I tell Hana every time she says dada?

[moralesispunk]

I think you're either team ghost x civilian wife! reader where the rest of the 141 have no idea you exist or team they know and it's a very familial like and I'm the first one

simon who does everything he can to keep you his secret, even more so when your family starts to grow. when he's finished with a mission he will spend the next 48hrs barely sleeping, moving around to make sure no one is on his tail before making it home into your arms.

it's not that he doesn't trust the 141, but you and your family are far too precious to trust anyone with. you've heard the stories of all of the other men, are sure you would need only one look at them to be able to guess which man belongs to the many names he's told you over the years, but you're aware they don't know that you exist.

that on the rare nights simon ventures out to meet them for a sole pint between missions they think he's holed up in some bachelor flat back in manchester, perhaps with a string of women that come and go, but they couldn't be more wrong with his wedding band hidden under his gloves when he's home like now or safely in his drawer at home when he's on missions.

and it's not that he doesn't wish he could shout about you from the rooftops. everyone in your town knows that the big scary man whose face is always conveniently hidden in the shadows has a missus at home who brings your chubby babies to the toddlers and drops your kids off at school.

but the 141 don't know about you, not until enough time has passed since simon retired to consider it safe enough. simon with his aching joints and trembling hands, the ringing in his right ear and back pain that requires at least two, hour long soaks in the bath a week. simon the husband and dad who has butterfly clips in his hair and at least one nail painted from the game of hairdressers his oldest likes to play, a bright pink plaster on his knee to match the youngest, and one hand on your belly at all times with the third (and final in your opinion but simon is working on that) of your brood.

simon who is out for drinks with the 141 three years after retirement and slips and says something about moving house and the hassle, the rest of the men deciding they will help and so simon decides it's finally time. but he doesn't forewarn them about his family before the day, standing in the garden of your packed up house that your family has outgrown while the men stumble out of the van they hired only to stop dead in their tracks when they see you.

you who is waving in the doorway, a toddler on your hip and looking like you're about to pop while another child - maybe six or seven by their guesses - swings from simon's arm, with a dog jumping up paws on his chest. and like the man he is he doesn't explain, just jerks his chin towards the piles of boxes and empty moving van he's started to pack.

"think you can start making a move on that?"

a few hours later and still no explanation from simon, he's in the first van packed with all the furniture and bigger boxes with you and the kids and the guys follow behind, slack jawed and still confused as they stay speechless until they pull up at the new house.

they're still staring at you as you pile out of the first van and you're shaking your head, elbowing simon in the ribs and muttering a "put them out their misery, Si" and they swear they almost drop dead when they see how gently he handles you, an arm around your waist and a kiss to your temple as he guides you and the two gremlins towards the guys while the dog starts sniffing around its new home.

"fellas, this is the missus and kids," he says and you roll your eyes, holding out your hand towards them and introducing yourself by name, adding on the kids who beam up shyly at these strangers.

that seems to shake them out of it. john takes your hand first, shaking and turning to simon with a "you hide her away in case we try to steal her from you?" he winks and you and only grins wider when simon's hand on your hip seems to squeeze tighter. gaz and soap are bending down and coaxing your two girls out of their shyness, complimenting their light up trainers and asking if it makes them run faster before cheering them on as they run to the front door and back.

they set you up on a fold out chair and do all the heavy lifting as you point them and the boxes in their arms to their correct rooms. later, Simon treats them to dinner (a takeaway) and has you sitting on his knee with the girls in bed and for the first time he spends a night with the guys telling you stories of Simon "Ghost" Riley.

"they're lyin' love," he'll mumble in your ear at every story, "don't believe them do ya?" his hand strokes up your back, squeezing your neck.

"yeah, babe, believe you," you say while smiling at the men around your new dining room table, men who have saved your husbands life more times than he can count, and you find yourself curling closer to simon because of that

[bigclownshoes]

Sakamoto days is so funny to me because it's simultaneously an anime based on comedy but also has some of the most awesome and jaw dropping fight scenes ever. Like. Here's a chubby round man with three adopted children who is also the most legendary best hitman ever. He becomes buff when he fights and becomes round again after. He is retired but not really because there's now a bounty on his head and people keep trying to kill him. He owns a convenience store with his name on it with his wife and daughter. He's strong enough to catch a bullet with chopsticks but folds when his beautiful wife threatens divorce. His adopted children include a psychic son, an ex mafia daughter, and an expert sniper himbo with a bird. He just wants to live out a peaceful life but keeps getting dragged into bullshit. He is the most Guy™ ever.

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

girl dads!

ft; reo, barou (bllk), osamu (hq!!!), sanji (op), kurapika (hxh)

girl dad!reo, who is always giving his beloved little princess anything she wants. does she want to have pasta for dinner tonight? say no more, he's calling the most authentic restaurant from italy to ship their most delicious and high quality dish at the fastest that they can. does she want to go to an amusement park? of course, he'll rent out the largest amusement park in tokyo, and he'll even buy it if she especially enjoys it. you're always scolding him, saying that he's coddling her too much, but reo just laughs it off every damn time. after all, how is he supposed to deny his lovely baby daughter, who resembles her beautiful mother so much? both of you are his pride and joy, after all.

girl dad!barou, who is both the breadwinner and the housewife of the family. he can't believe it; it's like taking care of his younger sisters and pregnant mother all over again. both of his daughters cling to him every day, and barou eventually begrudgingly accepts his fate. reading them stories every night, cooking for them, teaching them how to do their homework, teaching them how to clean, cleaning for them, taking them out shopping, feeding them, and attempting to talk to them as gently as he possibly can. he admits that he might be just a little bit protective of them, especially considering how many veins pop out whenever he sees them at elementary school, being a little too close with a little boy nearby.

girl dad!osamu, who is already teaching his little girl how to make the best onigiri. at age 4, she already seems to be an incredible fit to take over onigiri miya when you and osamu are both going to retire in decades. every night, no matter how grueling business was that day, osamu always makes sure to spend time with his daughter, whether it's feeding her or reading her a story or telling her about a new recipe of his. when she has a nightmare, she climbs into your and osamu's bed on osamu's side, clinging to him in her sleep. whenever she gets a good score, she always shows osamu first. you're definitely a little jealous, but you can't help but feel warm and happy at the same time.

girl dad!sanji, who would never dare raise his voice or hand against his sweet daughter. he truly adores her more than anything else--aside from you, his beloved wife, of. always hoisting his daughter's small, chubby body over his shoulders while teaching her how to cook, always showing her different moves for her to defend herself against creeps, always refusing to smoke around her to protect “her precious lungs” (quoted directly from sanji), always clashing with zoro whenever he says something even slightly harsh to sanji's daughter, always protecting her from everyone and everything. you say that he pampers her too much, but he just grins and tells you that it's fine.

girl dad!kurapika, who refuses to believe that his daughter could ever do any wrong. his arms are crossed at the principal's office, his small daughter seated next to him. apparently, she had punched a kid for making fun of her; kurapika thinks it's ridiculous. if the kid didn't want a consequence, then he shouldn't have made fun of her in the first place. kurapika is a busy man, running the nostrade family's mafia, he doesn't have time for some idiotic fools who only look at things one-sidedly, especially on a side against his daughter. he snappily tells the principal some snappy remarks before taking his daughter's hand and leaving, telling her that she did nothing wrong and that the school is just stupid.

a/n: i wanted to include kurama from yu yu hakusho so bad, but like no one knows yu yu hakusho these days😢

[dumbbitchgalore]

Chubby Hairy Price is my life tbh. I can imagine filling him up with a good meal and watching him gain a bit more chub here and there…. 💕🙇 Need him to wife me up.

He lets himself go after retiring from the SAS indefinitely (not that you're complaining)

He's hairier and chubbier, spends more time with you and gets turned on by the most mundane things in the world that he never thought would affect him as much as it does.

Going homeware shopping with you and seeing you get excited over new pots and pans (definitely was not me today) and the cute mugs for your morning tea because drinking out of a pretty mug makes you happy (not me again), gets him thinking about how well you take care of him.

His mind starts to wander to you in the kitchen in a pretty apron and nothing underneath (his 40th birthday wish which you happily obliged to). John begins feel himself get hard as he tries to readjust himself in his jeans that make his arse look divinely delicious before clearing your through, quickly dragging you to the cash register and paying for your things.

John takes you home that night but doesn't fuck you instantly. He waits, waits for you to cook dinner. He'll accompany you to the kitchen, his subtle touches don't go unnoticed by you only riling you up by every one of his actions. A kiss behind your ear, a light tap on your arse, a quick grope of your heavenly tits.

One thing that he doesn't do is kiss you. He's ignorant, pretends to not know what you want, making you huff and grumble under your breath as you finish cooking dinner.

Once dinner is over, John sits on the sofa with a beer in his hand beckoning you over to sit on his lap which you begrudgingly oblige. One kiss becomes two and then three and by the time you know it you're cumming on his thigh.