DILF Erehhh

DILF erehhh😩

i love a man with kids

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 ! 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒!

eren yeager x fem!reader

cw: pregnancy, car sex, dicking sucking, pussy eating, pregnancy, marriage, children, etc etc

DILF!EREN ! who gets all the moms ovulating when he comes to pick up his baby boy from kindergarten

DILF!EREN ! who fucks you in the car really quickly before leaving for that grueling parent-teacher conference

"w-were gonna be late" you moan into his chest as his hips slap against yours, cock hitting deeper and deeper into you

"whatever, all they're gonna say is he played with blocks and crayons" he chuckled, finding your lips and catching them with a kiss and his thumb rubbing your clit as you cum around his cock.

DILF!EREN ! who has his dick in your mouth and it isn't even 7.

"fuuuck" he groans, watching your lazy eyes lap at his tip which is drizzling pre out, his cock standing on its own as veins pulsate and strain.

your mouth is so wet and warm, mumble about how you wanted him to have a good day at work and just started sucking.

DILF!EREN ! who eats you out mid-day because he's always horny and wants to see you moan and cry for him

DILF!EREN ! just walks up to you, wraps his arms around you and kisses up your neck, and just spews complements daily

"you're so fucking gorgeous" "I don't even know how I got you"

DILF!EREN ! who, after very hard consideration. (he never not thought about it, he was just waiting for you to bring it up) decided that it was time for you two to bring another baby into this world

"wasnt I already doing that?" he says matter-of-factly, grinning into your shoulder as you both lay in bed together

"eren!"

DILF!EREN ! who cries when your baby girl is born, and praises you daily for giving him his son and daughter, he loves you all so dearly and is truly grateful for everything.

“our satan spawn” 🥺💕

“say ‘i’m the man!’”

eren’s voice carries down the hall, boisterous and loud as it easily reaches every corner of your small one bedroom apartment.

you furrow your brows and glance in the general direction of the sound, but decide to ignore it and continue on with breakfast—gathering a dollop of strawberry jam on your knife before spreading it onto a piece of toast.

you’d rather not know what the two of them are up to, eren and your two year old son that is. he’s supposed to be getting the kid ready for the day, but whether or not that’s actually happening is a different story.

“i’m da man!” his little voice repeats the sentence—not quite as powerful as his dad, but still loud enough to find your ears.

“louder!” eren shouts, and you immediately drop what you’re doing to head towards them.

your slippers scuff against the floor as you shuffle down the hall, following the source of sound until it leads you just outside the bathroom door. you nudge it with your foot, causing it to creep open and reveal the duo—your son, who’s standing on the counter, and eren, who—at the very least, is holding onto him.

“hi,” eren grins, prompting his mini me to do the same. you note the atrocious man bun, well, little man bun your son is sporting—hair haphazardly pulled together at the back of his head.

eren gestures to him, pride flooding his features as he mumbles, “he’s the man.”

“oh yeah?” a smile tugs at your own lips—every ounce of authority you waltzed over here with threatening to vanish into thin air as you look at your little family. nevertheless, someone has to enforce the rules around here. “well, tell the man that if he doesn’t keep it down, he’s not getting any chocolate milk with his breakfast.”

the two of them exchange a glance, an identical look of concern—real and genuine from your son, dramatic and over the top from your fiancé.

“should we go eat?” eren whispers to him, naively expecting him to follow in his footsteps again.

“yeah!” your son yells, excitement filling his eyes at the mention of his all time favourite beverage. he sets a new record every time he chugs a glass, and always gets a kick out of the little moustache he gets afterwards—loving that he looks like dad.

“buddy,” eren laughs as he lightly cups a hand over the toddler’s mouth. “shhh, quiet okay? you heard the boss, no chocolate milk if you yell.”

your son puts his hand over his own mouth and nods his head, prompting eren to lift him onto the floor and send him scurrying off into the kitchen—little feet padding against the hardwood.

“what the hell?” you say, keeping your voice low to ensure your baby doesn’t hear. “it’s 8 o’clock in the morning, why are you shouting?”

“hey, i’m instilling confidence in him,” he pouts, having heard you mention something along those lines once or twice—about how important it is for him to be proud of who he is.

“eren,” you sigh, because you know he means well—he wants nothing but the absolute best for your son too, which is why he more or less lets him do as he pleases.

he encourages him to jump around and dance to his favourite songs, and doesn’t care that he gets marker all over his face when he colours. he’ll give him bear paws before dinner, and hold his hand as the two of them run and giggle down the halls of your apartment building, because they’re just so happy to come home and see you after a trip to the grocery store.

eren lets your kid be a kid, and while that might put a scowl on the face of those around you, all that matters is that your son is always smiling.

“i know, just,” you pause, searching for the right words—the ones that won’t paint you as the bad cop you feel you’re being. though, you look into eren’s eyes, and see nothing but the purest love and adoration overflowing from his pupils, and you know—he thinks you’re doing perfect. “just, wait until after ten at least, okay? that old couple next door already has us on their shit list.”

“course, ‘m sorry baby,” he hums—cupping your cheek with a grin that’s a little too smug and out of place to be there right now. “but you know, you got us on that list, not him.”

“me?” you tilt your head, racking your brain for a time in which you might’ve pissed them off. did you forget to hold the door open? shit.

“mhmm,” he hums, moving his hand to the back of your head to hold you flush against him, and you look adorable—in the reflection of the mirror, with your little thinking face on and your cheek squished against him. he almost feels guilty.

“what did i—”

“nghhh eren, that feels soooo good,” he moans, quiet and sultry—changing the pitch of his voice slightly in an attempt to mimic your own.

“eren!” you gasp, planting your palms flat on his chest to push him away. “shut up, you’re the only reason i sound like that.”

“damn right,” he grins, pulling you right back in for a messy kiss—hands sneaking underneath your shirt and travelling up your—

crash.

“oh no,” you mumble, peeling yourself away from him once more. your son—who’s been alone and suspiciously quiet for the last five minutes, is now doing god knows what in the kitchen. “go check on your satan spawn, would you?”

“hey,” he frowns, swiftly backing out of the room and towards the noise, but not without putting on a quick smile to clarify, “our satan spawn.”

you roll your eyes, but still feel the corners of your lips tug upwards. eren is far from perfect, but he’s pretty good at keeping a smile on your face too.

toxic man eren 😁😁😁

toxic!ex!erens messages and ig posts with you:

“ and i will there for him, with open arms, an open mouth, and open legs”

love me some nanami😩

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀recovery, nanami kento

the shibuya incident shook the sorcery world (and japan) drastically and nanami kento is slowly transitioning back into the world. the dreadful feeling of not being able to help the youth he worked to protect sits heavy in his mind as his scarred hands tremble to do simple tasks. but nothing causes his stomach to twists in the most horrendous knots until he have to face his five year old daughter and the world again with his new battle scars. but as a good wife

♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, black reader written in mind, physical descriptors, canon verse but also a what if nanami survive au, jjk spoilers, established relationship (reader and nanami are married), mentions of ptsd, mentions of scars and burn scars, cane usage, mentions of therapy, reader and nanami have a daughter named yu, same reader & nanami from family affairs series, first half is told in 2nd/reader pov & other half in nanami’s pov // smut warnings: cowgirl/riding position, breasts play, pet name usage (baby), finger sucking, praise kink, // word count: 4.4k, minors dni.

OCTOBER 31ST WAS A DAY THAT CHANGED YOUR LIFE DRASTICALLY. You remembered dropping your five-year-old daughter Yu off with a friend after an emergency call for many sorcerers to the Shibuya district. You remembered kissing both sides of your daughter’s cheeks because whenever her father wasn’t with you to drop her off, he always told you to make sure you gave her as many kisses as he would give her until she was a giggling mess begging for you to stop. You recalled how your fingertips were imprinted with the fragrance of blood despite you wearing latex gloves the whole time—with the number of deaths you marked down, perhaps that scent just was in your mind. You remembered having a drag of your first cigarette (complementary of Shoko) after the long day of horror—you hated it. You thought it would ease your growing anxiety when you didn’t know where your husband was at. You recalled how you noticed Shoko’s whole demeanor changed as her quick strides towards you seemingly were used to push you further away from seeing the horror that was soon displayed in your view.

You remembered how disoriented you felt. You couldn’t keep much food down and practically slept at the hospital. You just didn’t feel like yourself—but who would when they knew that the events at Shibuya had nearly killed their loved one? It broke your heart lying to your own daughter. Your tongue stinging, even uttering out the words that mommy and daddy had to take a work trip and will return as soon as possible. Your daughter thought you were away at work, but here you were, staring at the monitor in Nanami’s room beep. You didn’t want to lose him; you didn’t know what to do without him. You didn’t know what Yu would be without him, she was such a Daddy’s girl, and it would crush your soul for her first love to be taken away from her. 

Nanami was strong. He pushed through. He wouldn’t be the same, but he pushed through. It was quite a journey of physical therapy, support groups, and even him deciding to stay at a hotel for a while, fearing how his daughter would react to seeing him like that. It took him two weeks and your constant encouragement until he finally decided to return home. Even when he decided to let his daughter see him eventually, you still basked in silence in the car, waiting until he was comfortable. Although your daughter wasn’t home yet, Nanami hadn’t stepped foot into your shared home in what seemed like a year—when it only had been a couple of months. The words of what he would say to his daughter swirl around his mind like a carnival carousel curling around. He had to do this. He couldn’t avoid being in his daughter’s life because of the triggering aftermath of Shibuya.

He refused to give Mahito that much power over him.

“I’m just afraid of how she’ll react.” Nanami lets out a sigh as he packs up his clothes. His scarred hands trembled as he folded his clothes to put them in his suitcase neatly. Nowadays, it takes him longer than usual to do simple tasks like buttoning his shirt, and he now attempts to fold his clothes.

“Our daughter is extraordinary; she’ll understand what we do when we explain it to her fully.” You grabbed Nanami’s trembling hands to get his full attention. “We told ourselves that we want her to enjoy her youth. We’ll protect her just so she can do that, but she‘s growing and becoming more curious—we can’t shelter her from a life that she could soon be interested in pursuing.” 

You watched as Nanami’s lips formed a straight line. He couldn’t argue against your words because they were true. His daughter was five. It was no point to stir her away from the lifestyle her parents (and a good portion of people she interacted with) were so familiar with, especially when she could possibly already see the ghoulish creatures that haunted his nightmares when he closed his eyes. 

“You’re still her father, Ken,” You mumbled as your eyes glanced up at him. “No matter how you look right now, she will still know it’s you because of this.” Your index finger pokes his chest where his heart is. 

During some moments within the day, you watched Nanami do simple tasks around the house as the two of you were waiting for you to have to pick up Yu from your friend’s house. Deciding to do what you guys usually do on a bright Sunday morning: clean the house. Your eyes couldn’t help but shine in worry seeing his right-hand shudder while he tried to do something like help you cut up vegetables for dinner. You knew this took a toll on him because cooking dinner together was your thing. A form of love language created when you first started dating blossomed into a tradition—it was just something you two did together. Even after long days of work and raising a very bright personality five-year-old—you two always met in the kitchen, whipping up dinner together and sharing subtle kisses here and there. 

Your lips parted to ask if he needed help, but it was as if he read your mind—Nanami shook his head as he continued to cut the vegetables. This time he had a better grip on the knife and was doing it perfectly. If you looked closer, you could even see a twinkle in his eye at him being able to do such a task. Your lips curve into a small smile before you return to doing what you were doing. The two of you moved in sync in the kitchen as if you were competitors in a cooking show—managing to finish dinner and set the table just in time for you to have to pick up Yu. You kissed Nanami’s cheek, mumbling about how you’ll be back as soon as possible. Your friend only lived about fifteen minutes away and didn’t mind dropping Yu off, but you felt it was best for you to talk to her first. 

You hated to admit that you were afraid of how Yu would react at the sight of her father—especially considering that you never went into detail about what you two do. She knows you’re a doctor and heal people, but that was it. She had no clue about curses, cursed energy—any of that. Was it wrong to shield her from that, considering that her parents would die? Maybe. But you and Nanami wanted to do everything to protect her youth and her ability to be young. When you picked Yu up, you couldn’t help but smile, seeing her bright smile as she skipped out of your friend’s house with her belongings in one hand and taiyaki. She hugged your leg as you opened the car door, rambling about her adventures with your friend. You helped her in her booster seat and strapped her in before climbing back into the car and returning home. Your mind is running with thoughts of telling your daughter that her father was back from the work trip, but he got hurt. He didn’t look like the last time she saw him. 

“Yu, we have to talk.” You said while stopping at the red light. You look in the rearview mirror, watching her snack on the sweet treat. Mentally, you’re cursing your friend for giving her sweets so close to dinnertime—but maybe that would help her process the burdening news. 

She glances at you with a smile. A toothless one because Nanami lost one of her front teeth after biting an apple while she was going. Another moment Nanami has missed. You broke eye contact with her to continue to drive, and you could even see the familiar driveway of your home. 

“Is daddy finally coming back?” Yu asked. You could hear her kicking her feet, and you simply sighed. 

You were turning into the driveway and parking the car. You unbuckled your seat so you could turn to look at her. Her curious expression looked rather adorable with the taiyaki crumbs on them. You knew you couldn’t lie to her. Ignoring her question, you exited the car and helped her out. You figured it would be better to be closer to her when you dropped the colossal bomb that could alter how she sees her father. Closing the car door and kneeling to her height, “Sweetie, I need to tell you something about your father.” 

Yu’s head tilted in confusion, and her eyes shone with curiosity and fear. Your hands would give her a comforting squeeze, tugging the coils out her face that fell out of the red headband Yuji brought her on one of his free days from being a sorcerer student.

“Daddy got hurt badly at work.” You tried to explain, but your voice seemed to crack in the back of your throat as you tried not to cry. This hurt.

“Your dad was hurt really bad, and I just wanted to let you know that you must take it easy on him. He’s still your dad, who will protect you no matter what.” You rubbed your thumb against her cheek brushing away any crumbs off her face.

Yu only give you a nod. The five-year-old had to comprehend that something happened so quickly that she didn’t even know if she should be asking more questions. She was one curious kid that always had a question about something. You opened the front door holding onto Yu’s hand, and the house seemed too quiet other than the sounds from the dining room. You glance down at Yu and lead her to the kitchen; you can’t help but chuckle at the sight. 

Nanami set the table slowly; he didn’t even notice that two of his favorite girls had returned. You felt Yu grip your hand harder at the sight as you cleared your throat to get his attention just in time as he set the last place at the table. When he looked up and saw the two of you, you gave him a reassuring smile. It was okay. It was a huge step, but it was okay. The skin on the right side of his body was bare and burnt and could be considered quite distracting to people who walked by him when he went to physical therapy. His mangled scars traveled up from the side of his face and down to his foot. His right eye was covered with a black eye patch as he stared at his wife and Yu. 

Yu’s mouth gasped open as she clutched to your pants leg. You didn’t want to nudge her forward; you were aching to know what was running through your daughter’s mind. Yu’s eyes seemed to be eyeing Nanami, who was standing before them. Nanami feared what his daughter would do and how she would react. He was afraid that his daughter wouldn’t recognize him due to the permanent scars he now had on his body. His palms grew sweaty at the silence in the kitchen. He still remembered the conversation you two had before all of this. He couldn’t shutter away in fear in a situation like this, and it was something Mahito would want. 

Yu finally detached herself from your pants, dropping the snack she once was eating and running to hug her father’s leg. The sight shocked you as you watched Nanami lift her in his arms and pull her close. Yu’s small arms wrapped around Nanami’s neck as she started to cry. Your eyes began to burn with your tears, quickly going to swipe them away before you became an emotional wreck. You were happy to see her show that emotion to you and Nanami. 

Yu lifts from the crook of Nanami’s neck to say through sniffles, “Daddy, I can’t believe you’re a pirate now.” 

You chuckled at her statement before speaking, “How about you two go get cleaned up, and I’ll put the food on the table.” 

Nanami put Yu down, and he extended his hand for her to take so she could lead him to the bathroom so they could get ready for dinner. A warm feeling overwhelmed your heart watching Yu drag him away, but she did it so gently, considering that Nanami still used a cane to help him walk better to his destination. You let them get cleaned up while you cleaned up the snack your daughter dropped and finished setting the table. 

Dinner felt like a nostalgic feeling—a nice nostalgic feeling that made you smile so hard. Yu was telling you about all the adventures she went on while you were away, from going to the countryside with Nanami’s parents to going to a pig cafe with your friend. She had so many stories to tell that she must have been holding in to tell the two of you.

“And I lost my tooth.” She grins at the two of you as she lets her tongue glides across the place where one of her teeth once was. 

“I’m sure the tooth fairy came and visited you,” Nanami adds.

“Yeah,” Yu placed her fork down to dig into her pockets, and she pulled out her yen bills. “Then I also made a new friend at school.” 

“You’re one social butterfly,” You said aloud, sipping your water.

“He’s so nice but has an ugly imaginary friend.” Yu shoved her mouth with vegetables leaving both Nanami, and yourself stunned at her words.

“Sweetheart, it’s not very nice to call someone ugly. Even if it’s an imaginary friend.” Nanami glances at his daughter, who lets out a familiar dramatic sigh he has heard from you. 

The blonde-haired male tends to forget that his daughter had a carbon copy of your personality. He watches as she pushes her vegetables around her plate before speaking again, “It’s just his imaginary friend who makes weird noises, and it looks like they make my friend unhappy.” Yu explained 

Nanami’s head tilts in curiosity, hearing his daughter describe something he was acquainted with. His hold on the fork tightened as he realized what his child was describing, and his stomach formed the most monstrous knots. He took a sip of water as he watched you grab hold of his hand and give it a nice squeeze. 

“How long have you been seeing this imaginary friend?” You asked.

“Hm, since Monday,” Yu admitted. 

“How about we invite your friend over? Hm?” Nanami asked. 

“Really?” Yu questioned excitedly. 

You made eye contact with Nanami. You didn’t want him to push himself so much that he was uncomfortable. “Are you sure about that?” You questioned as you collected Yu’s plate in front of her.

“It’s okay.” Nanami gives you a grin. “We’ll just have to ask the little guy's parents, that’s all.” 

Dinner continued with laughs and stories. Yu was so excited just to see her two parents together again. She couldn’t stop discussing everything she wanted to show you and Nanami. Even as you wrapped up dinner and told her to get ready for bed—she begged Nanami to help her. Due to Nanami being the girl dad he was, he couldn’t resist that charming smile and the puppy dog eyes Yu gave him when she wanted her way. 

“I’ll meet you in our room when I’m done. Make sure she brushes her teeth.” You smile as Nanami pecks your lips and watches him disappear towards the stairs with your energetic daughter. 

NANAMI’S FINGERS GRASPED AT THE FLUFFY PINK TEDDY BEAR  AFTER HE HAD TUCKED YU IN. Nanami Kento hasn't done this in months. He hadn't tucked his daughter in and placed a soft kiss upon her forehead in months, and the feeling felt so foreign to him even though he had held her so close when she was only a tiny baby. Or the fact that he witnessed her take first steps towards not him or his lovely wife Y/N, but freakin’ Gojo. Then Nanami couldn’t forget holding her hand as he walked into her first dance class. 

Yu looked at him as if he was the whole world—as if he was her protector and knight in the fairytale world that she dreamt about. Now, the guilt and the harsh stab in his heart hit him that he possibly wasn’t strong enough to protect her however he wanted. How can he protect something he promised to protect when she was just a baby now that his scarred hands shook doing simple tasks like tying his shoes, and when he closed his eyes, his nightmares were filled with him. 

“Daddy?” Yu broke the blonde-haired male out of his thoughts as she looked at him. “Where’d you go? Mommy said you went away for work.” 

He sits on her bed, and his weight causes the mattress to sink. He felt that question was coming; she just didn’t feel comfortable asking just yet. “Yes, I did. I just got hurt while doing so,” His lips form a reassuring grin that he hopes she will return.

Instead, her chocolate brown hues only lit up in curiosity. It was a look he had seen in Y/N’s eyes many times when he stepped into the medical room at the Kyoto school. Yu snuggles closer to the teddy bear in her arms before asking, “Does it hurt? Mommy can make you feel better with her mommy powers, or Auntie Shoko can help you..” She then flashes Nanami a smile, and it just hits Nanami that his little girl was missing one of her front teeth. 

She extended her hand, and Nanami’s scarred one held on to it. He watched her small thumb rub against his hand with a small smile. “I missed you, Daddy.” Her eyes start to water, and the waterworks begin. 

He cradles her in his arms so tightly, similar to when she was only a tiny baby in his arms years ago. Nanami didn’t want to let go. He held onto his daughter until she fell asleep with dried tears staining her cheeks. When he tucked her in tightly with her favorite stuffed teddy bear next to her, he placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“I will protect you forever, no matter what, princess.” 

After those words, he knew she probably wouldn’t remember, he turned off her room light. The only thing that illuminated Yu's room was a nightlight plugged up near her bed while Nanami closed the door just a bit for it to be cracked. 

Nanami settled in bed after showering. With one of his favorite books in his hand, he didn’t even notice that Y/N had skipped into the room after checking on Yu one last time before bed. The oversized Star Trek shirt that once was owned by Nanami hugged your figure, and with each step, you took to climb into bed—Nanami could get a glance at the cup of your butt. 

Y/N climbed into bed, and Nanami expected her to snuggle up close to him like she usually does when he reads before bed. She’ll always tell him how comforting his voice is when he reads aloud to her. Subtle jokes about how he could have been a speech coach or something instead of fighting curses. He wished his life was as simple as that. Instead of being scouted to go to a school to fight curses, he would have lived an everyday life. He would meet Y/N in a hospital in another life because now that he’s been married to her for years, he couldn’t fathom another life where she wasn’t a part of it. 

Nanami’s chocolate brown hues scanned over the words of the book he was wearing as he felt the weight of Y/N climbing on top of him. Her tummy was now supporting his book as she glanced down at him, and when his eyes finally looked up from his book—his lips formed a crescent moon-shaped smile at the sight. She hadn’t wrapped her hair yet, so her kinky coils were sprawled all over her head like a golden crown. 

“I missed you, you know? I missed this.” She says as her teeth grind against the plump lower lip. 

Nanami folded the corner of the page; he stopped reading and closed the book. He placed the book on the oak-colored nightstand, and his hands found comfort on Y/N’s waist. “Me too.” He answered truthfully. 

“I can tell, Ken,” Y/N says lowly as her hips rock against Nanami’s bulge, which displays how much he had missed his wife since his months of being away.

His fingers tiptoed up the shirt, but he soon snatched his scarred hand away in embarrassment. The insecure feeling of his rough and tainted fingers caressing something so soft as his face grows red. Y/N’s eyebrows raised in confusion because he didn’t want to touch her. She didn’t take offense to it, considering that she knew this was something Nanami would have to get used to. That half of his body was permanent with scars that she would help him love.Y/N tugged her shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor. Her hand grasped Nanami’s scarred one and she kissed his knuckles before placing his hand on one of her breasts.

“It’s okay. I want your touch. I crave your touch.” Y/N says. She guided Nanami’s hand up and down her soft brown skin before she began to rock her hips again. She knew Nanami was enjoying because, through the curls that fell in her face with each rock of her hips, she saw how his chocolate brown eyes lit up. “And I can tell you’re craving my touch also. You’ve missed me so much, didn’t you?” 

Nanami’s words were so caught up in his throat that he didn’t even know how to respond. His mind couldn’t focus on everything all at once because he wanted to do so much for Y/N. His scarred index and middle finger rolled her nipples in between them, gaining a moan from her, and it hit him hard at how much he missed this. He missed seeing how Y/N’s eyes fluttered close in pure bliss when he touched and kissed her. He’s so eager to get out of his boxers that he didn’t even catch the way she had some shit-eating grin on her face. 

But it was another thing that Nanami adored. He adored seeing that expression on Y/N’s face when he finally slid in. The way she would chew on her lower lip to muffle a moan when he had only slipped his tip inside her. Which only would cause Nanami to finally shove his cock further inside her just to hear her yelp out his name and have that dreamy expression on her face. 

That same expression she had on her face right now that Nanami’s cock was inside of her. A look of affection that the retired sorcerer missed so much. His hand grasped her waist, guiding Y/N’s hips in a pleasurable, rhythmic pace for both of them. Y/N props her hand on Nanami’s chest to help her balance upon riding him. Moans trembled out her mouth with each roll of her hips, and she had only had Nanami on her mind. It was quite strange how he could plague her brain like a catchy summer tune. That was just the type of spell he had on her. 

Nanami tried his best to thrust upward just to hit the spot that had Y/N speaking one of the languages she knew, but it had only taken a toll on his body, and Y/N noticed immediately. 

“I got it, Ken. Just relax.” Y/N’S leaning down, kissing at the corner of his lips (specifically the side that’s decorated with burn marks and soon his lips as she cocked to bounce upon his cock. “I know you want to ensure I’m getting more out of this than you.” She adds. 

“Y/N…” Nanami breathed out. “I just want to make—”

His words were cut off by her, “Make sure I orgasm; when do you not make me orgasm?” She glances down at him.

“Can I take care of you for once? Hm?” She asked that question with a roll of her hips for each word and syllable that left that pretty mouth of hers. 

And Nanami’s brain turned into mush, his face got so hot, and his balls grew heavier. The only answer he could give to Y/N was, “Fuck.”

“Good answer.” She cockily responds before her hand reaches at the headboard to help her ride him some more. 

The mess built between their naked bodies was driving Nanami insane but in a good way. After months of being touch-deprived due to surgeries and physical therapy, he needed this. He relaxed under Y/N; he let her take control until he could feel himself about to cum. 

“I’m about to—Shit,” Nanami uttered. Before he could say anything else, Y/N could feel the thick ropes of cum shooting inside of her. She’s leaning down, capturing his lips upon his and slowly grinding against him to ensure his cum stays inside of her. 

When the kiss broke apart, Nanami looked up at his wife as if he had hearts in his eyes. “I fuckin’ love you.” 

“I love you too,” Y/N giggles through her subtle pants. 

With the Star Trek shirt back on Y/N’s body, which was now stained with the scent of Nanami and sweat, she glances over at her husband, who is sincerely thinking about something. She hoped he still wasn’t thinking about the scars on his body. “What’s on your mind?” She glances up at him through her eyelashes.

“Yu can see curses now.” Nanami looked at his wife. “She’s only five.” He adds with a sigh.

Y/N hated to admit that her assumptions of what their daughter told them during dinner were accurate. She felt like Yu was too young to see them and finally realized that her world was much different than her friends in class. But Yu had two amazing parents. Two parents would guide her through this. Due to Nanami being the wonderful husband he was, it was as if he read Y/N’s mind. 

With a sly grin and a quick, playful peck on the tip of Y/N’s nose, he says, “We’ll guide her through it, though.” 

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i can be ur servant nanami

can we get pt.2🤨

𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚 ࿓ 𝕣𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕒𝕦

♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ࿓ king nanami needs a child and he thinks you can give him what he wants

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ࿓ king!kento nanami x afab!servant!reader

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ࿓ dom!nanami, sub!reader, power imbalance, mentions of pregnancy/child, titty sucking, body worship, cunnilingus, breeding kink, vaginal sex, size kink, creampie, praise, petnames “angel”, soft ending

♡ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ࿓ 2.1k+

♡ 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 ࿓ @simp-lauren

𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘. although that wasn’t completely uncommon. king nanami cared a lot about his kingdom and had to carry a heavy weight on his shoulders in order to serve his citizens. with this in mind, you couldn’t help but feel that it wasn’t the typical stresses of being a leader that was troubling him.

perhaps your good instincts could be attributed to you being nanami’s main servant. you were indeed correct. something else was bothering him. the topic that was corrupting his mind was the issue of there being no heir to the throne. nanami was the only one of royal blood left with his parents having already passed away. it only occurred to him the importance of having someone in line to take his place when the neighboring king’s son was born recently.

who would have guessed that the king who could solve almost any problem would have found himself in such a predicament. it wasn’t as if he had a spouse that he could turn to. nanami was so focused on serving his people and making the past leaders of the kingdom proud that he hasn’t had time to search for love. now he was feeling desperate. what to do? what to do?!

this was the question he was pondering when you slipped into the king’s quarters to give him his early morning tea. nanami was sitting on the edge of his bed with his eyebrows furrowed, mumbling to himself. up until this point you’ve kept quiet about your concerns but it was growing increasingly difficult to remain silent.

“my lord, i’ve brought your favorite” you announce, setting the tray on his lap. for a moment nanami seems to snap out of whatever trance he was in. he thanks you politely as he usually does before taking a sip of the warm beverage. you watch him with your lips thin for a minute before you blurt everything out. “my lord, i know it’s not my place to ask but it seems as if there’s something weighing heavily on your mind. is there anything i can do to assist you?”.

nanami reflexively shakes his head. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t dismayed by his refusal. however, the more nanami considers your offer the more he thinks you might be able to solve his issue. for years he’s witnessed first hand how well you were at taking care of others. you almost had a natural parental instinct.

before he can stop himself from being so foolish, nanami asks you a question. “you’re not required to answer but i’d like to know… have you ever thought about having children?”.

to say he took you off guard would be an understatement. you get a little flustered but still muster an answer. “yes i have, my lord”.

this was exactly what he was hoping to hear. minus the fact that you had no noble lineage, you would be excellent at raising a child. which is why nanami proceeded with his request. “would you bare my first born?”.

if you weren’t surprised before you certainly were now. it was a relief that you were no longer holding that tray of tea. otherwise you would have dropped it. you stare wide eyed at your king for what seems like too long. eventually you manage to stutter a “y-yes”. you might have sounded pathetic in the moment but this is exactly what you’ve been dreaming of for ages.

falling in love with the king wasn’t a difficult task. even looking past his good looks, his care for the citizens of his country was really what captured your heart. you never dared make your feels known. a peasant like you didn’t even have the right to fantasize about being with a man of his stature. and as long as you could keep serving him that was enough for you.

however, now it appeared as if the opportunity of a lifetime fell into your lap. the man of your dreams was requesting for you to help him have a baby. this was all you’ve ever wanted and more. it would be a mistake to say no. besides, it was your duty as a servant to do whatever your king needed so you HAD to comply.

nanami didn’t want to rush. he had plenty of other responsibilities he had to take care of during the day so he asked for you to return to his room once everyone in the castle had gone to bed that night. you were almost scared that by the time the evening came nanami would come to his senses and take back his proposal. luckily for you by the time you slipped into his chambers in nothing but your night gone, nanami hadn’t seemed to change his mind.

actually he was quick to lead you to his extravagant bed to gently slip the fabric of your clothes off. you’re taken aback when he holds his breath at the sight of your naked body. he pays particular attention to your breasts, cupping one after he lays you down on his mattress and latching his mouth on to the other.

“beautiful” nanami mumbles against your nipple while he pinches the opposite bud between his fingers. you whimper at both his touch and the praise. you’d never imagine a king would speak about you with such high regard but now all you wanted was to hear more. “they’ll look even more ravishing when they start to leak with milk” nanami adds, moving on from your tits to kiss down your stomach.

he pauses for a moment when his lips reach your bellybutton. at first nanami chose you because of your character but the more he touched you the motivation for the scenario was expanding. the image of seeing your tummy plump with his child was making his cock twitch eagerly.

eventually nanami shakes himself out of his daze and he moves his face between your legs. a shiver runs up your spine when his hot breath fans against your folds. there’s no holding back your noises when nanami finally begins to lick and suck your clit.

“m-my lord” you moan, grabbing handfuls of the sheets below you.

“there’s no need for formalities” nanami reassures you as his tongue plunges into your hole. “the person who has the honor of carrying my child also has the luxury of referring to me by name. i want to hear you moan for kento instead, my angel”.

like the good little servant you are, you obey his command. his name falls from your lips over and over again like a prayer. the pitch of your voice gets gradually higher and higher before, almost unexpectedly, you make a mess all over nanami’s face. guilt washes over you right after the pleasure does. sitting up, you begin to apologize frantically.

nanami gently shushes you, urging you back on to your back. “there’s no need to be sorry. that was exactly what i wanted. you wouldn’t have been able to take me otherwise” nanami reassures you, licking up the rest of his meal before gripping his cock. he’s right, it’s far too big for it to be able to fit without preparation.

you watch through lidded eyes as he gives himself a few strokes. then when the king pushes your legs against your chest, you try to remain as still as possible as he lines himself up with your entrance. you hold your breath as nanami finally starts to shove himself inside. the stretch, despite his efforts, still causing tears to build up in the corners of your eyes.

before he can ask if this is too much for him, you choke out an “i’m alright. please continue my lord- i mean… kento. i want to make love to you and create this kingdom's next leader”.

nanami scans your expression. he’s only about half way inside and you’re scared that he’ll suddenly decide that you’re not worthy. however, he runs circles over your hips as if to help soothe you. “you’re so loyal. i’m so grateful that i chose you” he says before bottoming out in one swift motion.

your head falls back. just like that you feel unbelievably dizzy. you don’t stop nanami as he sets a pace however. even if you’re a little loopy, the feeling of him thrusting into your soaking pussy trumps that feeling. you want him. you want him so badly. all you can think about is him filling you to the brim with his thick cum.

nanami’s thoughts were in a similar place. he wants to breed you so much that, although you pleaded for him to make love to you, he can’t bring himself to take his time. every snap of his hips is quick and serves a purpose. that doesn’t mean he’s completely disregarding your own pleasure. being the generous king that he is, kento makes a point to stimulate your clit as he relentlessly pounds your cunt.

nanami grunts ring in your ears as he flicks and pinches your sensitive nub. just looking up at him makes you wanna cream around him. his eyebrows kitted together and sweat dripping down his perfectly scalped face made nanami look like a god. no matter how much you want to make another mess you wait until he catches up with you.

“i’m close” he warns you in between his skin slapping against your own. “are you ready for it? are you ready to make me a father”.

“yes! yes! please give it to me” you allow your selfish side to make an appearance as you grip on to his muscular shoulders. “wanna be bred so bad”.

the desperation in your voice makes nanami moan. making sure that his dick is as deep inside your womb as possible, nanami’s seed paints your walls. by that time there’s no reason for you to hold back. you let yourself leave a nice white ring around the base of his cock.

it takes a little while for nanami’s balls to empty completely but you figure that’s a good thing. the more he releases into your pussy the better the chances. when nanami pulls out after a while, some of his cum leaks out. that simply won’t do. scooping up what he can, the king carefully pushes it back into your hole.

“that’s it. you served me so well” nanami praises, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “i knew that you were perfect”.

with both of you out of breath, nanami lays down on the bed next to you. naturally, you assume this is your cue to leave. you’ve done what was asked of you. there was no possible way he desired to be in your presence any longer. on the contrary, the second you make a move to dress yourself, nanami takes hold of your wrist.

“stay here”.

his tone is too gentle to be a command. no… it seems like nanami is almost begging for you to remain by his side. how could you deny your king, much less the man you loved? feeling a sense of relief, you get comfortable again. if any of the other maids walked in on this scene it could potentially be bad but right now you were too overjoyed to care.

you swear nanami’s glowing as you cuddle up next to him. little do you know he’s thinking the same thing as he stares at you. “there’s one more thing that i hope you can do for me,” nanami murmurs, examining every inch of your face. you’re like an angel and he wants to make sure he can recall this image whenever he pleases. he’s happy when you tell him that you’re willing to do whatever he’d like. “i want you to be mine, forever. a king needs someone by his side”.

you blink in disbelief. was he suggesting marriage? the longer your gaze stays connected with his the more likely this becomes. you suppose it isn’t much of a stretch. he was already trying to make you pregnant. a wedding wasn’t too far off. still… could he really chose someone like you as his life partner?

nanami must notice the insecurity on your face because he strokes your cheek to calm you down. “there’s no one else i want to fill this role other than you. i can accept it if you reject me but don’t do so because you think you’re not worthy because you are”.

his words of reassurance warm your heart. after a while you’re able to flash nanami a smile. “sire… 𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄”.

𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟚–𝟚𝟘𝟚𝟛 © 𝕤𝕒𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕖 — 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕞𝕪 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜. 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕤, 𝕣𝕖𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕤, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖

DADDY eren!!!😝

PROTECTIVE (SOON TO BE DADDY) EREN HEADCANONS

cw: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, oral (f), breeding kink, lactation kink, and adorable eren ♡

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who'd go on a work trip, and be so fucking anxious the entire time.

he wouldn't be able to relax, constantly worrying about you, he'd call you every two seconds and fr gets tears in his eyes when you show that you're just in bed with a huge ass stomach trying your hardest to sleep.

"I should be there"

"to watch me sleep?"

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who'd fall asleep on face time with you because he was so scared to hang up, all he wanted to do was to go back home and snuggle up with you.

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who'd absolutely eat you out every morning. without a doubt would spread your legs each morning and lap at your puffy cunt until you came. he'd suck at your clit forever if you'd let him

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who falls asleep with his arms wrapped around your waist and his head on your swollen stomach with a huge fucking grin cuz, yeah, his fucking kid is in there

(soon to be) DADDY EREN: who has one hand on your pregnant belly and the other on your milk-filled tits while his cock rams in and out of you

"fuck, I love it when you're fucking filled with my baby"

"how bout I fuck another one in you, yeah?"

(sooooon to be) DADDY EREN: who takes very unflattering photos of you when you're in labor, resting on the hospital bed for memories

(sooooooooooon to be) DADDY EREN: who CRIES when the baby is born, holds it like it's gonna break, and ditches you for like 2 seconds before showing you & literally praising you for making it when you're just passing out from exhaustion

and, DADDY EREN: who loves your little creation with everything in him and thanks you every day for making, "the most beautiful thing to exist" and asks almost daily "so like, how'd you even MAKE that?"

((ps. DADDY EREN: who sucks your milk-filled tits while he fingers you, and fucking loves the taste))