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DOMESTIC 141 + KÖNIG HEADCANONS

Pairings: Captian John Price, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley, Johnny ‘Soap’ MacTavish, Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick, König x fem!reader (she/her)

Summary: Random headcanons of what TF141 + König are like domestically/ as fathers.

Warnings: Deployment, pure domestic fluff

Word count: 1000+

A/N: Choosing baby genders based on what I can picture more. I appreciate feedback! Let me know what you think :)

Likes and reblogs are much appreciated! Copying and reposts are not! My fics are only posted on tumblr, under this sideblog @hotmencoreplus for the account, @hotmencore

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

‣ Definitely 1 girl, 1 boy.

‣ Is very big on respect. If either of them disrespect you, shout, or start being bratty, he is right on it.

‣ Got his boy into football at a young age, and is the loudest dad out of them all. He will be shouting to him on the field just like when he barks out orders to rookies.

‣ Always wants to go on fishing trips. Always. I feel like it would be something him and his daughter do more than anyone.

‣ He isn’t big on technology at all. Pretty much just because he just can’t wrap his head around it.

‣ I imagine him keeping up with the new iPhone models, but would not change a thing about them. This man has default everything on his phone (apart from his lock screen of you and the kids).

‣ He is 100% one of them dads that never know what to call airpods.

‣ “What was it he wanted for Christmas? Airbuds? Earpods? iBuds?”

‣ “Airpods, John.”

SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY

‣ 3 girls. You cannot convince me otherwise. And he definitely secretly hoped for all girls.

‣ When Simon is home from deployment, they go to him for everything.

‣ Nightmares? You will wake up in the morning to find him missing from your bed, only to find him asleep, half hanging off of one of their beds with his arms round them on his chest, snoring loud.

‣ Simon is so usually on edge, though has learnt to zone his girls out when they are arguing.

‣ “Dad, tell her I’m right.”

‣ “Hm?”

‣ He especially zones out when his oldest girl is talking about school drama. He isn’t listening to a word of it, sat on the living room sofa with his head leant back, eyes shut, humming every so often to make it seem like he is following.

‣ I don’t think he ever shouts. Raising his voice for assertiveness? Yes, but he never shouts at his girls. It reminds him of how his dad use to be with him, and the thought of being even a smidge like his dad really scares him.

JOHNNY ‘SOAP’ MACTAVISH

‣ 2 girls.

‣ He aspires for them both to be bestfriends.

‣ He aspires to be their bestfriends. Like he admires them both.

‣ He will never turn down a tea party invitation. Never.

‣ You’ll be cooking dinner, and have no idea where Johnny is. But you hear distant giggles, and follow them up to your daughters’ room. There, you find your military husband sat at a little plastic table, wearing a tiara, clinking tiny cups together with your daughters and their little bears.

‣ “Well it’s nice to see you again Mr. Snuggles. And who is this new gue- oh, hey lass. Wanna join?”

‣ When they start to grow up, he lets them experiment with make up on him.

‣ And seeing your military husband with sparkly pink eyeshadow on and red rosy cheeks really is a sight for sore eyes.

‣ When on deployment, he will tell any and every story of his little girls to anyone that will listen. He loves to show them off.

‣ This ‘anyone’ is usually Ghost.

KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK

‣ 1 boy.

‣ Definitely has a modern style for his kids. He 100% bought him a pair of adorable tiny airforces.

‣ Is his son’s biggest supporter, in everything.

‣ He is big on praise. The biggest softie ever.

‣ Will put up every single painting his son has made. Your fridge is literally covered in paintings, drawings, pretty much anything made by your little boy, will be put up somewhere in the house.

‣ He vlogs literally everything. More than you.

‣ He watches them all when on deployment, missing you both, usually forgetting about sleep so that he can rewatch his little boy’s first steps for the 100th time.

‣ He also big on getting his boy into his own hobbies. Even though he has no awareness to suitable ages.

‣ You’re on the phone with him one night whilst he is away, as he talks to you about what he wants to get your son into.

‣ “When I’m back I’m gonna take us clay shooting. I reckon he’d like it”

‣ “He’s 2 Kyle”

KÖNIG

‣ 1 girl, you cannot argue.

‣ He worships the ground his babygirl walks on.

‣ He will literally do anything for her. And you, of course. But his little girl is the light of his life.

‣ He loves when he is home because he takes every opportunity to dress his little girl. Every single time he does he is internally screaming at the size of the clothes.

‣ Every. Single. Time. He will come home from deployment with a bouquet of flowers for his wife, and pull out a singular flower before he reaches the door to give to his babygirl.

‣ You are definitely the one wearing the trousers in the household, always having to put your foot down. Because there is no way this man could ever say no to his little girl.

‣ Is always taking photos of the both of you. Always. He isn’t often in photos himself, but will never miss an opportunity to take one of either of you.

‣ When he is home and takes care of your daughter whilst you go to work, he will be sending you videos and photos 24/7 as little updates.

‣ I can imagine him being the driest texter on the planet. Like he is a proper dad, will just send a ‘👍’ or one word answers. So these photos and videos will rarely ever have context. He will just send them randomly.

‣ Is completely unaware of suitable bedtimes for kids. You will spend a night out with your friends, and come back in at like 10pm to find him up with your toddler making pancakes.

‣ “König! She should have been in bed at 7pm!”

‣ “Oh”

[thedarkcircuswritings]

String Gummy Cookie x Husband Reader who's great with Children to the point String Gummy Cookie has to drag Reader back to work

String Gummy always has to try hard to get you back to work and away from the kids. And even when you do work, you always worry and fret about your children, and he always has to reassure you that they'll be okay and they're in safe hands. Anything can make you worry about your children too, even if your scenarios are a little... ridiculous sometimes. He'll be the logic for you though, especially if it gets you to enjoy some times away from family work. You're both lucky that you can get a lot of vacation days when you work with the TBD. He has no idea what you'd do if you were working a less lenient job. You two do manage to get alone time though, and it's a lot of fun! He makes sure that you are treated like a king too for all of the work you do around the home. String Gummy wants you to know how great you are and what you do is appreciated. He loves his hubbie so, so much.

[simonbrain]

simon riley who becomes even more smitten with his wife whenever she's angry at him. he doesn't know why, but seeing her scold him for something as simple as forgetting to put the toilet seat down or forgetting to grab a tub of ice cream just makes him grin. it makes him want to gently remind her who's in charge (at least in the bedroom; he knows how much power she has over him. he's weak to her).

all he has to do is cup her face and coo, "i'm sorry lovie, i'll do better." and suddenly she's not very mad anymore. if that doesn't work, he just pushes her against the nearest surface and eats her out until she's a babbling mess (he tried doing that in public one time; she waited until they got in the car to complain about that too).

her attitude rarely gets to him though. if anything, it just turns him on. although if she gets too mouthy, he'll just let her yap without saying anything, just staring down at her. that's when she knows she's in actual trouble.

after she mellows out and simon finishes having his fill of her, she'll get very shy and grumble at him for that dirty trick she falls for every time. "did i not do enough of a good job love? need another round?" she shuts up after that, turning her heated face away from simon's smug grin, the bastard.

[etirabys]

can anyone find me that mesopotamian clay tablet telling you to marry a party girl because she'll bring you joy

[dragonsholygrail]

Little Hatchlings

Dragon x fem!human - breeding, pregnancy discussions, cream pie, cockwarming, multiple orgasms.

Dragon husband who has no idea how humans have children like you assumed he did. You thought he had given how often he talked about spilling himself inside of you, how he needed to keep his cock inside you so as to not waste a drop.

But reality comes crashing down as your husband plows into your sloppy and spent cunt while lost in the throes of passion.

Dragon husband angles your hips with his clawed hands, making him reach that much deeper in your walls. You cry out, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him down to your height.

Your body starts to shake as you feel his scales brush against you with every thrust, coming closer to your peak. Breath hot as the fire that leaves his lips rumbles dangerously in your ear.

“Yes, that’s it. Take it. Take my cum and lay my eggs, sweet mate,” he hisses with a ferocious need. “Now be a good girl and paint my cock with your essence.”

As if your body was waiting for his order, you immediately start coming, your pleasure only heightening as you feel his release shoot deep inside your pussy.

It’s only when your Dragon husband wraps his arms around you tightly, molding your form to his, with his deep purrs echoing in your shared den do you realize what he had said.

"Wait— what?" You ask, mind whirling as you come down from your orgasmic high. A rumble moves through your husband’s chest as he nuzzles into your neck.

"Our hatchlings, my mate. I imagine you'll lay them soon after my seed takes root," he explains lowly, hand slowly caressing the curve of your stomach.

"Humans don't lay eggs, darling," you break the news to him before you automatically feel him tense. He looks down at you, worry etched into every line of his beautiful scales.

"Well then-"

"We get pregnant. Our bodies grow as our child does inside of us," you add, resting your hand on top of his on your tummy. Arousal pooling at the base of his member at the idea of him breeding you.

"So your body will begin to grow in size once I have successfully injected you with my seed?" Dragon husband asks slowly, scrambling to understand this change. Yet you can feel his cock hardening inside of you, the ridges on his length already brushing along your walls in a way that has you gasping.

"Yes," you breathe out, so heavily turned on by your husband. Your hands reach up to grasp onto his shoulders, knowing that images are pumping into his head as fast as he's about to be pumping inside your still sopping cunt.

"I shall keep a wary eye out. But until then..." His eyes flicker across your exposed body, his now rock hard cock moving as his hips regain their steady thrusts.

Showing he is more than ready to fuck into you, spilling load after load of hot semen deep inside your core. Not willing to let you rest until he sees your belly swell with proof of your unborn child.

[deathc-re]

oh, how he just wants to make a pretty little house wife of you. leave you with absolute freedom and autonomy over your time.

you want to go shopping? here's his card.

you want to join a yoga/ pilates/ kickboxing class? let's register you together!

you want to renovate the kitchen? my buddy knows a guy.

he wants to come home and smell the amazing cooking you have for him. or on lazy days, plop on the couch with you and eat take out.

he wants to smile at his phone while at work because you sent him a selfie of you eating breakfast at noon, or taking the dog for a walk, or with shopping backs in the trunk or with the people you're volunteering with or whatever it is your heart desires.

he wants to see you on the porch, barefoot and pregnant, rubbing your belly and waving to him as he pulls up in the driveway.

he wants to hear you ramble on about the new book you read and hated/loved. or help you brainstorm ideas for your passion project.

he wants to brag about you to all his work buddies and bring you to all the corporate dinners and stroke his own ego while you bashfully tell his coworkers that you "don't have a job, my husband takes care of everything."

NANAMIN, BAKUGO, KIRISHIMA, FATGUM, IZUKU, aizawa, yuuta, armin, iida, iwazumi, sugawara + whoever else you want!

[ccwispy]

i’d give this man the sloppiest head

[mymelx]

Sukuna's concubine breastfeeding their newborn

and sukuna falling for her again

Established relationship between Sukuna and his favorite concubine

No usage of Y/N, true form Sukuna, Heian era

In Sukuna's private chamber, you're breastfeeding your 1 week old son on the bed covered with deep red blankets with him watching. You feel your cheeks getting hot, and you slightly pull your bottom lip between your teeth from shyness.

You feel embarrassed. Your pretty breasts are round and plump, full of milk and slightly sore. Your newborn latches on your breasts so cutely that you forget your shyness, melting into the cuteness of the tiny face looking up at you so innocently as if it needs you the most. You gently caress your son's soft cheeks as you hold his tiny body with one hand.

You feel a strong hand grabbing your chin, slowly guiding you to look up at Sukuna's stern face. He's mesmerized. He caresses your soft lips, then your jaw.

"M... my lord?" Your breath quickens.

"You look... motherly." His eyes linger on the sight of your full breasts.

You become so shy that you try freeing your face from his grip, but he tightens it slightly and gently.

"Why so shy, little one?" He chuckles softly.

Your eyes look in another direction with a small frown.

He sighs "Woman... you are the mother of my heir, and you are still shy in front of me."

He makes you this way. You crave his validation and attention - which is already yours - but when his eyes are on you, you're suddenly shy, embarrassed, and nervous.

You swallow, looking at him innocently. "Not... under my control, my lord."

He rumbles. "What am I gonna do with you and your cuteness? I have no other choice but to put another baby in you."

You're shocked and stunned by the sudden statement. "I... just gave birth recently!"

He chuckles, caressing your hair, massaging it, making you relaxed. "Of course not now. Anytime you were ready, little one. But I can't get enough of your motherly side."

After the breastfeeding, the three of you sleep on the bed with the two of you and your son lying on Sukuna's broad chest, his four arms wrapped around you both under the warm blankets. You look up at him and kiss his jaw. He smiles slightly, caressing and gently squeezing your waist, showing appreciation.

[pseudowho]

"...alright. Just the usual ones? Night time too...and tampons. Don't ever apologise. Alright. We'll be home soon. I love you."

The mid-morning traffic, less frantic now than an hour before, shhhaaaahed around the car. From the passenger seat, Yuuji watched Kento with a fascination about to bubble over with suppressed laughter. Kento put the phone down. Yuuji, just a boy, grinned, almost teasingly at Kento.

"Tampons, huh, Nanamin?"

Kento looked to Yuuji, flicking the windscreen wipers on to rid the screen of drifting cherry blossom. His face remained neutral, sincerely questioning. Yuuji scoffed, bold as brass, before continuing.

"Jeez Nanamin...you're such a simp."

Kento's eyes narrowed, searching for meaning. He repeated, slowly, the word unfamiliar upon his tongue.

"...'simp'."

"You'd do anything for her, right?"

"Is that...a bad thing? You say the word, not that I know it, as if it's derogatory."

Kento tapped on his phone, and Yuuji backpedaled, his grin sliding away to a wide-mouthed grimace as he waved his hands in a fit of no, wait, I can explain. Kento appeared to be reading, his face growing dour. He huffed, one short puff of air from his nose. He tucked his phone away.

"Ah-- Nanamin-- I didn't mean--"

"A simp, hmm? Alright. Come along, Yuuji."

They drove. Yuuji bit his nails as he stared out into traffic. Kento was silent, calm.

And Kento took Yuuji on errands.

At the Conbini, Kento collected pads, tampons, snacks and pain relief.

"Do you have any of the night time ones?" Kento asked the assistant, holding up a pack of pads, unashamed, as Yuuji tried to sink into the floor, just a boy. As the assistant walked away, Kento asked Yuuji, calmly.

"Would a simp do this?"

"Ah...jeez, I...yeah, I guess so."

"Alright."

In the Florist's, Kento was meticulous with the sweating assistant, identifying only the finest blooms of your favourite wildflowers. He commandeered, insisting they were wrapped in brown paper, stamped with wax and tied with ribbons. Tapping his fingers on the counter, bored, Yuuji's reverie was once more broken by Kento's smooth timbre.

"Would a simp do this?"

Kento walked up beside Yuuji, with a spray of sweet botanicals in his arms. Yuuji squirmed beneath the schooling.

"Yeah, I...I reckon so. Probably."

"Splendid. Come along."

At the launderette, collecting your repaired jacket; "Would a simp do this?"

At your parents' house, dropping off a birthday card; "Would a simp do this?"

At Jujutsu High, filing some late paperwork for you; "Would a simp do this?"

In the car, calling Ijichi to cancel drinks the following night; "Would a simp do this?"

By the time Kento had completed his errands, Yuuji sulked, just a boy, begrudging how overboard Kento had gone, all because Yuuji had used slang that meant nothing apart from something Kento couldn't understand.

Yuuji stood back in the hallway, shucking his shoes off, as Kento walked ahead.

Yuuji's eyes darted up, to you, shocked to see that you were...a mess. You could hide the tears all you liked, but your puffy lips and salt-sore cheeks told of a whole day of crying. The dinner Yuuji usually enjoyed wasn't made. The fragrant candles that Yuuji usually enjoyed weren't lit. The curtains were closed.

Yuuji felt vicariously guilty for something he had not done, but he listened to yours and Kento's mumbled conversation.

"...sorry...so shit...haven't done anything...needed you...Yuuji must be hungry, I..."

"...shhh...done nothing wrong...Ijichi cancelled tomorrow anyway...order take-out...come here..."

Kento held you in a rustle of bags and brown-papered flowers. He did not begrudge the tear stains on his lapels. He looked at you as though your very blood ran divine, when you gave the flowers and bag of snacks a watery smile, pressing a salty kiss to Kento's cheeks before walking to the kitchen.

As Kento and Yuuji stood back, watching you swipe your tears away before beginning to fill a vase with Kento's wildflowers, Yuuji dawned upon the cusp of a bold new understanding. Kento felt it, this gentle yearning, and took Yuuji by the hand over the horizon.

Kento's voice was, slow, considered, and gut-wrenchingly sincere.

"Never deny yourself the beauty of loving someone without restraint, for the fear of vulnerability, Yuuji. Never let anyone taint the way love should guide and consume you. Because if loving wholeheartedly is weakness...you shouldn't want to be strong."

Yuuji watched the gentle golden thread of joy that Kento had woven through your sadness. He shuffled, his hands in his pockets, his peachy head tilted down as he kicked at his shoes.

"...yeah, I get you. I'll... I'll be a simp too, then. When I find the one. And...and I'll be proud of it."

Kento smiled, pressing a bag of snacks to Yuuji's chest.

"And I'll be proud of you."

[4ever-feral]

Never wanted to be anyone’s controversially younger girlfriend more then I want to be his

[miss-jaye]

katsuki's parents are fashion designers, so of course, you'd ask him for his opinion on the perfect outfit for lunch with them.

you've been in the bedroom for 10 minutes. katsuki’s been in the kitchen just as long, already dressed, waiting for you. he sighed, patience wearing thin. "you having trouble in there, doll?" he called out, his voice carrying through the house.

"nope! i'm done actually, coming down!" you replied, the sound of your heels clicking on the floorboards following soon after.

your fiance glanced at the staircase and… wow.

for a moment, it was like the world faded away.

all he could see was you.

you, in that beautiful dress.

a white dress with a delicate rose pattern, paired with red heels. your hair was down, loosely curled, with a white cardigan draped over your arm.

katsuki couldn’t tear his eyes away. you looked effortlessly stunning, and it hit him all at once—how lucky he was.

"so, what do you think?" your voice brought him back to the present. you were closer now, smiling up at him, that irresistible smile that always made his heart do somersaults. "the best part of this dress? it has pockets!" you added, grinning.

he blinked, trying to shake off the daze. "what's with you women and pockets in dresses?" he muttered, though there was no bite in his tone.

you pouted, and katsuki barely resisted the urge to reach out and pinch your cheeks, frustrated by just how cute you were. "pockets in dresses are rare, y'know? and it’s a hassle to carry a bag if you’re just bringing a few things."

"then why the fuck don't you just wear pants?"

"they're uncomfortable."

the blond sighed, shaking his head. "whatever."

you rolled your eyes, not letting him off the hook. "you didn’t answer my question."

he raised an eyebrow, "hah?"

"what do you think of the dress?" you tilted your head, waiting.

he hummed, his gaze sweeping over you from head to toe, admiring every detail. instead of answering, he tilted your chin up and pressed a slow, sweet kiss to your lips, pouring all his thoughts and feelings into that one gesture.

you melted into him, resting your hands gently on his chest. katsuki pulled away just enough to grab your hand. "let’s go."

you smiled softly behind him. "okay."

you didn’t need words to know how katsuki felt about the dress—or about you. his actions said it all.

[davinawritings]

Yandere Monster Husband

Yandere monster husband that kidnapped you and turned you into his little housewife. He saw you in the forest and just knew you had to be his.

He wasted no time bringing you to his home and fucking you dumb. He breeds you every day and it’s not long before you are growing with his child, only making him more obsessed with you.

He lets you out of the house but only with him. He can’t risk anyone taking away his precious love.

He takes care of everything else to provide for you and your growing family. As soon as you give him one kid, he is filling you relentlessly to give you another.

Each time you have another kid he builds a new addition onto your house. What was once a cozy cottage is quickly on its way to becoming a mansion with how many children he puts in you.

The kids also start to pick up on his behavior towards you. Always doting on you and wanting your love and affection. They glare at anyone that looks at you when you take the occasional family trips into town.

They sit in the kitchen with you while you cook, refusing to play in another room when they could simply play in your presence and keep you in their sights. And if you sit down you better believe they will pile on you to try and cuddle as close as possible.

The only time they leave your side is to sleep because your husband demands you all for himself in the night hours. He loves all of his children but he will never give you up completely after all you were his first

He spends every night filling you and holding you close. He whispers sweet words in your ears as he fucks your pussy brutally, filling your womb to the brim each night whether you are already pregnant or soon to be.

You are so busy between your husband and children demanding your love and attention that you can’t even remember what life was like before your monster took you, just the way your husband wants it.

[connorsui]

“So, you really mean it when you say you love me, right?”

Satoru’s voice carried a teasing lilt, his gaze shifting between you and the bundle snuggled close to your chest.

You raised an eyebrow, cradling your son with a gentle, protective hold. “Satoru, please, we’ve been married for five years. How could I not love you?”

“Are you absolutely suuuuure?” He pouted dramatically, leaning closer with a mock-serious expression. “Because lately, it seems like you’ve been ignoring me for someoneeee elsee over heree.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. “Oh really? And who might that be?”

With a theatrical gasp, he clutched his chest. “So you admit it! You’ve been cheating on me!”

You shook your head, amused by his over-the-top reactions. “Satoru, he’s our son,” you said, adjusting the baby in your arms. “Of course, I’m going to pay more attention to him than you.”

The baby’s wide, innocent blue eyes peered up at Satoru as if sensing his father’s dramatics. Satoru’s pout deepened as he looked at the tiny face.

“It’s not fair–,” he said, his voice a blend of genuine complaint and playful jest. “He gets to lay on your tits all day, and I have to settle for... what? The floor?”

The baby cooed softly, adding an extra layer of cuteness to the scene. Satoru glanced from you to the baby, his expression a mix of mock jealousy and affection.

“He knows what he’s doing,” Satoru said with a grin, pointing at the baby.

“Satoru…” you began, trying to suppress your laughter.

Just then, the baby, as if on cue, threw his plush toy directly at Satoru’s face. The toy hit him softly, and the baby giggled, watching with delight.

Satoru stared at his son with a mixture of affection and playful indignation. He pretended to glare, then dramatically pretended to clutch at your chest. “...those were mine first,” he said, holding onto you as if to reclaim his territory.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Satoru, you’re ridiculous!”

Satoru smirked and pulled you close, pressing his cheek against yours. “Well, if you’re going to be all about the baby, at least give me some of that love, too.”

You kissed his cheek, smiling warmly. “You’ll always get your fair share"

Satoru pouted playfully, but his eyes sparkled with affection. “Fine, but I’m expecting you to be on your knees- "

"Satoru ...not infront of our baby"

[jujunobug]

thinking about husband!satoru and how much he loves his wife☹️ bro BREATHES nothing but love for the person he married.

husband!satoru wakes up every morning just to leave kisses all over your face, mainly to wake you up but also because he loves the smile that spreads across those pretty lips of yours—the lips he then kisses despite your complaints that it's too early for all this energy.

he's probably too lazy to make breakfast in bed but he IS the type to drag you along to get some in the early morning. he craves adventure with you, craves to enjoy life itself with you. if you're not up for something, that's okay, he'll figure something else out with you, if you're willing.

he's the clingiest sleeper EVER. its either his arm or his leg that's draped over you—or both. sometimes it's his entire body smothering you like a weighted blanket. even in sleep he craves contact with you; at this point his love for you is written in his dna, it's in the way his heart beats, in the way he breathes. he swears your beauty is so deeply imprinted in his soul that even if he lost his sight, you'd be the only thing he could ever see.

he isn't afraid to let everyone know these things, either. he's never been shy, so why start with you? after all, how could anyone be ashamed to love someone like you?

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

Husband!Nanami who doesn’t expect anything for his birthday because you’ve both been pulling long hours at work and putting money toward savings

Husband!Nanami who comes in exhausted from another overtime shift, the scowl on his face melting away when he sees you waiting up for him with balloons and a tableful of treats from his favorite bakery

Husband!Nanami who hugs you tight and gently tells you that he didn’t need anything, only for you to respond that he deserves everything

Husband!Nanami who laughs when you come out of the kitchen with candles stuck in a loaf of bread and blows them out with a silent wish, feeling like a kid again with the way you’re pampering him

Husband!Nanami who closes his eyes when you tell him to, happily wearing a cheesy paper party hat as you count down from 10

Husband!Nanami who opens his eyes to see you standing in front of him wearing nothing but a big red bow and a shy smile

“Happy birthday, my love!”

Husband!Nanami whose heart melts, (and whose cock does the opposite) immediately standing to pull you close to him, his strong hands exploring every inch of his “present”

“All for me, beautiful? I’m too lucky.”

Husband!Nanami who pulls you into your shared bedroom and leaves all his stress at the door, groaning in relief as you rip his work clothes off until there’s nothing separating the two of you

Husband!Nanami who makes sure to show you just how grateful he is for the little celebration, neither of you noticing when it passes midnight

[mitsuyasluvr]

.ᐟ dating nanami headcanons

pairings: kento nanami x f!reader

context: lots of fluff

author’s note: i feel like my smau’s are getting boring, so i wanted to try something new

boyfriend nanami! who says “i know honey, i know” everytime you’re ranting to him.

boyfriend nanami! who holds your hair back into a ponytail everytime you eat.

boyfriend nanami! who treats your parents with so much respect, and gets them gifts every time he sees them.

boyfriend nanami! who does research on the flowers he buys you so he can tell you the meaning of them.

boyfriend nanami! who leaves breakfast for you in the fridge with a cute little note on it every time he leaves for work early.

boyfriend nanami! who makes you give him a show every time you get new clothes.

boyfriend nanami! who refers to you as his wife to everyone.

boyfriend nanami! who has a picture of you grinning as his lock screen and can’t help but smile every time he opens his phone.

boyfriend nanami! loves it when you share your gossip with him. kaylee’s having a divorce? he knows it. abby was talking about erica? he knows it.

boyfriend nanami! who loves when you ask him if you can workout with him at the gym.

boyfriend nanami! who wants to take things slow with you, so he doesn’t make you uncomfortable in anyway.

boyfriend nanami! who will gladly take 2 days off of work if his girlfriend isn’t feeling well.

boyfriend nanami! who every time he hugs you he sways you side to side and hums a sweet song.