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୨୧ — Caleb's palm cups your cheek, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek, smearing salt and sweat. "Pipsqueak, I…" he murmurs, guilt flickering across his features as he takes in your wrecked state- cum smeared thighs, your puffy, fucked out hole still weeping his seed onto the already wrecked sheets... body absolutely limp. "Shit. I went too far."

You try to reassure him, to push a weak 's'okay', but all that comes out is a garbled, wet mumble, your throat still raw from screaming and stuffed full of his cock earlier.

His knuckles brush a damp strand of hair from your temple, the touch startlingly soft after the bruising grip he'd used hours earlier. "Don't move a muscle," he orders before pressing a feather light kiss to your sweaty forehead, "not one."

He vanishes into the bathroom- click of the light, hiss of running water before returning with a warm washcloth.

The first swipe across your collarbone is heaven as he works with focused gentleness that steals your breath- wiping the mascara that threatens to stain your cheeks, the pearly streaks from your belly the, and the slick mess from your inner thighs. His thumb grazes your swollen folds, making you jolt. "Shhh. Hold still," he says softly, dabbing with infinite care at your tender, reddened flesh, "i've got you."

As he tends to you, his gaze fall on something in the corner of the bed. A small smile tugs at his lips as he reaches for the worn plush frog piloting a plane- a silly gift he gave you months ago that has somehow become a fixture in your shared space.

"Look who's here," he says, voice warm and playful as he makes the stuffed frog bob and weaves in front of your nose. "Mr. Frog was worried about you."

Despite your exhaustion, a smile breaks across your face. Caleb presses the little green pilot against your cheek in a playful "kiss", the childish gesture so at odds with the man who just fucked you senseless that you can't help but giggle. "Caaaleb," you finally manage, swatting at him weakly, "I'm okay." You nuzzle at Mr. Frog affectionately before looking up at Caleb, "We're both okay." and you feel how his arms lock tighter around you- not restraining, just anchoring.

His shoulders seem to release tension he didn't even know he was carrying as he gives you a gentle smile… his palm spreading protectively over where his daughter grows within you. "Both," he repeats softly, wonder and relief painting his voice as his thumb continues its gentle circles on your belly.

He stretches out beside you, gathering your tired body against his chest, his lips brushing your forehead as he pulls the blankets over you both. "My girls." he whispers with quiet happiness, and you feel his chin rest gently atop your head as he tucks the covers around your shoulders.

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Her nickname is Sunshine and I adore her ♡

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Zayne and Caleb's wieners would literally cure all my problems. Tag team style obviously. It would be like therapy but better and freeuse ♡ Okay but seriously though, how am I supposed to live my life without knowing which one of these hotties is more gifted??? A girl just wants one side by side... Like, is that really so much to ask for (¬_¬)?

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୨୧ — You feel Nanami's eyes burning into you as you rock your sleeping daughter to bed. Three months since birth, and he still looks at you like he's witnessing a miracle- not just the baby, but you. Your body, transformed and lush with new purpose.

“She’s finally asleep,” you whisper, carefully placing her in the crib. When you turn, Nanami is already there at your side, arms encircling your still soft waist.

“You're so beautiful like this,” he breathes against your ear, fingers tracing the curves that pregnancy gifted you.

His hands cup your heavy breasts through your thin nightgown, and you gasp as milk begins to leak through the fabric at his touch.

“K-Kento…” you start, but he’s already lifting you into his arms, carrying you just outside his daughter’s room to have privacy with you, his wife- mother of his child.

Lifting the fabric, his mouth latches onto one peaked nipple. The pull of his lips draws both milk and a desperate moan from you, absolute music to his ears. He drinks deeply, groaning at the sweet taste while his free hand kneads your other breast gently- tenderly.

“Can't help myself,” he pants between pulls, “this body… what it’s done… what it can do…” his hand abandons your breast, sliding down to press against your empty belly, imagining it round and full once more with his child.

“My beautiful wife, let me fill you again,” he breathes, milk running down his chin as he switches sides, tongue flicking over your other sensitive nipple before sealing his lips around you again.

Later, much later, as you lie boneless in his arms, he traces sweet milky patterns on your stomach from the mess your body has made. “This life we’ve built,” he whispers, “I can't get enough of it all.”

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୨୧ — The rope sways violently as you ride Caleb hard, each bounce driving him deeper and deeper, your nails raking down his back through the fabric of his shirt. His thrusts meet yours, jagged and desperate while he bites your shoulder, hard, drawing a sharp cry that dissolves into a guttural moan.

“Fuck... take it... take all of it, pips.” he growls against your skin, his hands digging bruises into your ass as he pistons upwards, stretching you open as the city sways beneath your dangling feet.

There's really no leverage, just the brutal force of gravity and his powerful thrusts driving him impossibly deep. Each movement causes the ropes to strain, but you don’t care. You know he’ll use his evol if worse comes to worst. So you continue to cling to him, biting his neck, tasting sweat, screaming into his salty skin as he hammers into your puffy pussy.

The rhythmic creak of the ropes, your choked sobs, his guttural groans- it's pure magic and music to both your ears. Definitely better and far more exciting than the public dressing room last week…

Eventually Caleb pins you against the rough brick wall for leverage, the scrape against your back drawing the prettiest cry from your lips.

“Cum for me,” he commands, and your body obeys, convulsing around him, milking his own explosive release that pulses hot and deep inside you as the rope finally snaps.

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Nanami Kento, the one who entwines his fingers with yours as his cock fucks you at a punishing pace.

The man who’s cock is so large it feels like it’s crushing your womb, and each time you whimper his hand gives yours a reassuring squeeze before kissing away the tears that escape your eyes.

Nanami Kento, a gentleman through and through- even during the throes of passion.

Who is so handsome with his tousled blond hair and the most alluring eyes you have ever seen. The one with the strong jaw that clenches with every thrust.

Nanami Kento, whose breath hitches as he buries his face in the crook of your neck and bites his lip when your walls clench around him so nicely. Your ever loving, attentive, Nanami, who tries desperately to hold back so many noises because he wants to hear yours. 

The man who when he can't hold back, whispers your name against your lips, moans it in your ear and makes you see stars, calling to you over and over as if you're his only anchor to this world.

Nanami Kento, whose hips are unyielding, driving his cock into you over and over and over again. He is relentless, his stamina god like, and the only thing that keeps you grounded is the feeling of his sweaty skin against  yours- his lips ghosting over yours and his cock stretching your pussy so wide you can’t help but wonder if it’ll ever return to normal.

Who pulls out seconds before cumming so he can paint your pretty tummy with his cum- stroking himself through his orgasm, watching as he paints you like a canvas, admiring the masterpiece that is you with his lips slightly parted. 

Nanami Kento, the man who leans over you afterwards- his cum dripping down your stomach and onto the bed as he presses a tender kiss to your lips and tells you how beautiful you are. The same man who always pulls you to his chest- his strong arm wrapping around you while whispering sweet nothings in your ear, never caring if his own spunk ends up on him too. 

Who cradles you in his arms- his embrace a sanctuary where you always sleep safely… where you always feel cherished and time seems to stand still. His breath tickling the nape of your neck as he inhales your scent, committing to memory before drifting off to sleep. His lips curved with a beautiful smile, his features softened by pure contentment.

You can see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch- an undeniable warmth, and taste it from his lips… This is a man who has never truly known love until now.

Nanami Kento, who doesn’t just fuck you, but instead makes love to you as if each moment were a precious farewell- as if each night would be his last. Pouring his heart into every fleeting second.

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I can't take Caleb's "Red lace" fic from my head

...

I bought myself red lace panties...

What did you do to my sanity?! 🥲🥲🥲

୨୧ — Sweat gleamed on Caleb’s collarbones, dripping down his toned chest as he lay sprawled naked on your unmade bed. Your red lace panties were wrapped tight around his fist, the delicate fabric stretched taut over the thick, leaking head of his cock. He’d shoved the soaked lace against his slit, fucking himself with rough, jerky strokes, the lace rubbing against his skin. His back arched, a choked whimper escaping him as his balls drew up, tight and heavy.

“Fuckfuck- yes-“ he hissed, eyes squeezed shut, hips pistoning.

That’s when you pushed the door open.

Caleb froze mid thrust, your red lace still coiled around his pulsing cock. His head snapped up, violet eyes wide and startled as the locked onto yours. Cum was already spurting -thick, pearly ropes- across his heaving stomach and chest. One milky stripe even hit the hollow of his throat. His face burned, mouth slack with shock and shame, “Pips… it’s not- shit, it’s not what it looks like it was just-“ He stammered, voice cracking, hips still giving tiny, involuntary jerks as the last sports dribbled over your now ruined stolen red lace…

But it was exactly what it looked like.

His cock twitched, glistening and spent under red lace now plastered to him with his own mess. He was a beautiful, handsome, panting wreck- sweat damp hair stuck to his forehead, chest flushed and sticky.

You didn’t say a word.

Just stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind you. Caleb flinched, trying uselessly to cover himself with a trembling hand. You closed the distance with deliberate slowness, until you finally planted one knee firmly on the mattress between his splayed thighs, the pressure making his breath catch.

Your eyes never left his as you leaned down.

Fingers closing around the cum soaked lace still wrapped around the base of his softening cock. His little whimper was so precious, he was just so needy for you. Instead of pulling them off with soft fingers, you lowered your head, teeth grazing the fabric until you caught the edge between your teeth, right where the his cum soaked it the most. You tugged- not hard, but insistent.

His breath hitched, “Please…”

Looking up through your lashes, you saw his eyes darken, and you release the lace from your teeth just enough to speak, your voice a low, “Stealing panties like some desperate little thief.” You tugged the lace again, making him whine, “Should’ve stolen me. Pinned me down. Fucked me raw on this bed instead of just smelling my underwear.”

His cock gave a weak throb. A fresh drop of slick pre cum welled at the tip, mixing with the sheen already coating him. His blush deepened, spreading down his neck and chest, “Couldn’t…” he breathed, voice wrecked, “Didn’t think you’d… want…”

You pulled the ruined panties free with a final, wet snap from your teeth, holding the dripping lace in front of his dazed eyes. “Next time,” you tease, your free hand sliding up his inner thigh, nails digging in just enough to make him gasp, “steal something worth the risk.” You leaned in, your lips brushing the shell of his ear, “Steal me instead, and use me till you’re spent.”

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girl how would dad! Kuna be when his little girls a teen?

When Sukuna’s daughter becomes a teen everything changes, but not his protective nature- never that…

୨୧ — When his daughter brings home her first potential boyfriend at fifteen, Sukuna doesn't say a word. He simply sits across from the terrified boy at the kitchen table, his fork clinking against the plate, the sound sharp in the tense air. The entire time, he maintains unblinking eye contact while you attempt to salvage the rest of the dinner conversation with meaningless small talk.

After about twenty minutes, Sukuna finally speaks, "You touch her wrong, they won't find enough of you to bury. Got it, boy?" The boy is out the door just as you bring out the dessert, and your daughter doesn't speak to her father for three days. But when rumors start to circulate that the same boy pressured another girl into something she didn't want, his daughter quietly finds him outside sipping on his favorite whiskey.

Sitting next to him -her shoulder pressed against his-, she whispers, "How did you know?" Sukuna just shrugs, but there's understanding in the silence between them. After that, she doesn't fight his "inspections" quite so hard. He's always been her protector after all.

୨୧ — During a parent teaching conference, his daughter’s literature teacher suggests she might be "troubled"… due to her persistent interest in writing dark, violent stories… The teachers eyes flicker towards Sukuna’s tattoos and scars, suggesting it might be due to the home environment.

Wrong choice of words.

Before you can intervene, Sukuna leans forward and asks with a deadly calm, "You ever read Dostoyevsky? The fucking Bible?"

The teacher nods, shrinking back in his seat…

"All full of violence. All considered genius. My daughter’s writing isn’t the problem." His voice never rises, but the temperature in the room seems to drop a whole ten degrees as he continues. "Your small mind is."

Two weeks later, your daughter rushes home holding her regional writing trophy. Sukuna has her piece professionally framed and hung in the living room next day.

Because at the end of the day, that’s still his little girl.

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☆ ― Thinking about showing up to Colonel Caleb’s base wearing nothing but a barely there crop top and the shortest skirt imaginable -no panties, no bra- just enough fabric to technically be “dressed” while my tits practically spill out and my ass cheeks peek from under the hem. I want to watch his jaw clench as every single one of his subordinates eye fucks me, imagining what I look like naked, while he has to stand there maintaining military composure knowing damn well I’m dripping wet and doing it all just to drive him absolutely mad with possessive rage ♡

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୨୧ — Nanami’s cock thrusted violently into you, his hips slamming down unlike anything you had ever experienced. His hands, once so soft, were now rough, gripping your arms with bruising strength as though he would never let go.

His teeth were bared and clenched together- those gorgeous eyes half lidded.

An unbelievable amount of cum spilled inside your womb, filling you to the point of bursting, before gushing out of your cunt and running down his still thrusting cock… Something he had only seen in his dreams, something he thought he could never have. But fuck, you were real. Your body was underneath him, your womb accepting his seed, his love. Your voice crying out to him. You were here and caged in his arms.

“Mmn’K-Kento!! Y-you’re let-ting out s’much inside me-”

Of course he was, he had been so pent up for so long, his mind was a mess. It felt so good, the way your slick walls clamped down on him, sucking him in deeper, and the way your cervix fluttered as if kissing the head of his cock, asking for more. He just couldn’t stop cumming, his balls emptying out his thick white cream inside of you over and over, your belly feeling full.

“KENNNNTO~♡!!! I c-can feel- ah you in my tummy- I-It feels s-so good inside! S-so full-hah♡ Mmn-! F-fill me even more, wanna give you a family~!”

He couldn’t believe it, how his cock was still raring to go after dumping that much inside you. How his cock was still so needy…

Nanami pulled himself free of you, watching as your walls clung to him, desperate for him to stay inside- watching how your body shuddered, your arms above you as if he was still pinning you down, your breasts heaving as you panted.

His muscular legs kept you spread for him, giving him a good view of his cum dribbling freely from your well fucked cunt, his eyes drawn to the way your belly bulged slightly, your womb stuffed to the brim…

Giving his cock a few lazy strokes, Nanami pressed the head back against your entrance, your pussy greedily swallowing it up. He could feel how his cock was pushing his seed he had just released inside your pussy even deeper into you... It was like he found his own personal heaven between your legs.

He leaned over you, his hands gripping yours tightly as he buried his face into your shoulder, breathing heavily- taking in your scent as his hips snapped forward, his balls slapping against your sweat drenched body.

You couldn't tell where your legs and arms were, nor could you see anything besides Nanami on top of you. It felt like the world was spinning and you were lost in the haze of pleasure your sweet Nanami was giving you. The only feeling you could register was the fat cock inside you.

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୨୧ — Caleb can’t wait to see Zayne’s expression when you show up months from now for your exam.

"L- look at this mess," you gasped, glancing down to where your body joined with Caleb's. The mixture of your cream and his repeated release had created the most delicious looking white ring around the base of his cock, frothing and drooling with each thrust as you rode him mercilessly. Fuck, he felt so good- too good. You were practically drunk on him, on the way he filled you so completely, on the way he felt against your skin and the way he moaned beneath you.

Caleb's eyes followed your gaze, and the sight nearly made him cum again. "P- Pips- nghh," he groaned, watching the way your combined messes leaked down his cock and pooled beneath his ass, "m-milking me -hah- dry..."

This was his fourth orgasm of the night, and your greedy little cunt was still demanding more- begging and clamping around him every time he spilled in you like it was starved. Every time you lifted up, strings of thick cum connected you to his fat cock, only to be pushed back inside you when you slammed down again.

"I- I can't-" he groaned, but his hips bucked up, "y-you're gonna' kill me like this, Pipsqueak."

The thought that was driving him absolutely insane, the one that had his cock throbbing and continuously shooting out thick ropes of cum into you- there was no way you weren't pregnant after all this.

He'd pumped so much cum into your fertile womb that it was literally overflowing, creating that beautiful sticky white mess that coated the both of you. And damn, the thought of his seed taking root inside you, of your cute belly swelling with his child… The very idea had him spilling inside you for a fifth time, his body going stiff and his mouth falling open in a silent cry as his vision went white.

"Ah- CALEB!!!" Your eyes fluttered shut, mouth hanging open as his hot seed flooded your pussy once again tonight. The feeling had you spiraling towards another orgasm of your own, and your legs quivered from the effort it took to hold yourself up.

"Y-you'll be the perfect- mnph' m-mother..."

The image of you waddling around all pregnant with his baby, of everyone knowing it was him who fucked you so deeply and thoroughly, made his veiny cock twitch alive against your gummy walls again.

But it was the idea of Zayne seeing you like that -seeing you round and glowing with his child instead of his own- that sent Caleb's hips bucking wildly, fucking you through his orgasm and sending him into a frenzy.

"O-oh my g-god, fuckfuckfuck!!!" you babbled, eyes snapping wide at the force of Caleb's sudden movements.

“Want him to know…”

“What- s'that? W-who?”

"Z-ah- Zayne. Want him to know that you picked me.” 

Caleb couldn’t handle it- Zayne having to examine you while you were pregnant, to listen to the heartbeat of your real childhood friend's unborn child in your stomach. All of this had him fucking you harder than he ever had before- his hands reaching up to wrap around your throat.

Your eyes rolled back as his grip tightened, squeezing and cutting off your airway, the sudden lack of oxygen had your brain fogging over even more and your limbs growing numb.

"C-Caleb," you choked, "c-cumming-"

His own eyes rolled back- breath hitching at the feeling of your perfect cunt clamping around him had him painting your cervix for the sixth time. Releasing your neck, his hands found his new favorite body part on you and pressed down firmly on the spot where your belly would soon be round as he gave you a few more sluggish pumps.

He was spent. Utterly drained and exhausted. He could barely lift his head up off the bed as he panted, his chest rising and falling heavily.

"Ca-Caleb~" your purred, lifting slightly to show him how his cum immediately began to drool out around the tip of his cock.

"P- Pip- hah- Pipsqueak," he rasped, trying to catch his breath. His hands dropping down to the mattress as his eyelids fluttered despite trying to keep them open. "You're gonna' be the death of me…"

"At least- at least it'll be a good death," you teased, collapsing atop him.

Caleb's arms instinctively wrapped around your smaller frame, keeping you pressed tightly to his chest as he nuzzled into your hair with the sweetest smile.

He couldn’t wait to see Zayne’s expression when you show up months from now for your exam.

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୨୧ — Sukuna wants to make another brat with you ♡

The skillet hisses, half forgotten batter bubbling at the edges as you swipe a thumb over the smear of syrup on Sukuna’s bottom lip. His grin’s all teeth before he licks your skin, slick tongue dragging slow. "Burnin’," he rumbles, calloused palm already hiking your sleep shirt -his shirt you stole years ago- higher.

His other hand hooks under your thigh, hoisting you onto the cluttered counter- maple syrup bottle tipping, sticky rivulets crawling toward the edge as he presses himself between your legs.  

"Wh-what about our daught-" you gasp, fingers digging into the muscle of his shoulders.  

"Out cold. Brat's snoring through those shitty morning cartoons." His teeth graze your earlobe, breath hot, "she’ll eat cereal. Fuck the pancakes."

You giggle at how desperate he's acting, "What's got you all worked up, hm- o-oh~"

His tongue curls under the shell of your ear as his thick fingers work their way past your silky underwear, callused fingers catching against your sensitive skin. You moan, back arching, your thighs spread wide as he dips a digit inside. He works you open, two, then three fingers stretching and curling. "You think I can make you cum before she comes runnin' out here?" He teases, the tip of his middle finger rubbing against your spongey sweet spot, his lips brushing against your cheek as he drinks in every twitch of your expression.

"M-maybe," you manage, the heel of your foot pressing against the small of his back, hips bucking up into his touch, "if you hurry." Your head falls back against the cabinets with a dull thunk, a low whine slipping from your parted lips.

The pan smokes. Sukuna doesn’t flinch though as the batters flings against him, too busy working you open with rough fingers, prepping you to take him- all of him.

He grunts, the bulge in his sweatpants aching. He wants to fuck you over and over, to pound into that soft pussy until he can't see straight- till he knows his seed's taken. You had asked him whats gotten into him, and the truth was it was that same damn dream he's been having… The one where he's standing over you at the hospital holding a newborn baby boy- a son. His son. Your son.

His mind's been stuck on it, unable to shake the feeling of wanting to meet this faceless boy he knows only from a dream. He wants to have a bigger family, with you, to give his daughter a little protective brother- he just doesn't know how to put it into words. "c’mere," he growls, voice raspy, his large hands gripping the supple flesh of your ass. Once he’s adjusted you perfectly he slips his cock free, precum already dribbling down the fat vein that runs along the underside.

He fucks like he fights- all ruthless aggression and no mercy. He doesn't ease you into it. He doesn't give you time to adjust- that's what his fingers were for. One minute his hands are braced on the counter, the next he's hauling your hips, cock grinding into you so deep it steals your breath. Hips pistoning, the slap of skin echoing louder than the sputtering skillet.

Sukuna groans- moans, and grunts, sweat gluing his already tight shirt to his abs, gaze locked on where you’re stretched around him, "Gonna ruin these pancakes every morning if you keep lookin like this," he rasps, thumb circling your clit with bruising pressure.  

You choke back a scream, thighs trembling. The syrup puddle drips off the counter now onto the linoleum… His rhythm stutters and then you feel him swell, that telltale twitch before he spills- before coming completely undone. "Inside," he growls, not a request, "Gonna make another little brat with you."

... Shit... He didn't mean to confess like that...

You nod frantically, too close to care, you heard what he said and you'll happily talk about it later, but right now the coil in your gut is snapping as you clench around him.

The noises that slip from Sukuna are gutter deep, forehead dropping to your collarbone as he pumps his release, hot and sticky, coating your inner walls, "Good girl."

You melt, slumping into his broad chest, panting. "I-is the- the pancakes-?"

He glances over his shoulder, nose wrinkling, "Batter’s fucked."

"You’re buying more mix," you mutter, wincing as he pulls out.

He tucks himself away, swiping two fingers through the white mess on the counter before brining them to your lips, "Cleanup’s parta the deal if you-"

Upstairs, a door creaks.  

Both of you freeze.  

Sukuna tsk's, helping you off the counter and onto shaky legs, "always ruining the fun…"

"Weren't you the one who just said you wanted to pump another one into me?"

"Shut it," he growls, a blush dusting his cheeks, "I'm a man, remember? we say shit we don't mean when we're balls deep."

But you knew that wasn't the case, not with him.

He loved his daughter, and he loved you, and maybe someday soon he'd get to experience loving a son…

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I love the way you write Gojo 😏

Thank you so much xoxo ♡ Enjoy this Gojo piece xoxo

୨୧ — "The cake needs decorating!" you protest through giggles as Gojo steals another fingerful of frosting, painting it across your collarbone before licking it off with a sly grin.

"I am decorating~," he argues playfully, blue eyes bright as he corners you against the counter, "Just found a much prettier dessert…" his frosted fingers trail down your inner thigh as he drops to his knees, "And it tastes so much sweeter too~"

You try to scold him, but his tongue darts out to lap up the frosting, leaving you shivering instead. He lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, giving him better access and making you clutch the edge of the countertop, your toes curling. He works slowly, teasingly, until he reaches your knee. By then, you're a shaking mess, whimpering softly, and when he suddenly pulls away, you're almost embarrassed by the needy sound you make.

He stands, licking his lips and smirking at the way you lean towards him, trying to pull him back into range, "I think you’re right though, sweetheart. The cake is more important."

"You’re so mean!" you complain, smack at his chest- watching as his smirk grows.

"Mean~?"

You nod, pouting slightly, "I'm gonna make sure you have blue balls forever now."

"Is that a threat?" he asks, and you shove him, only earning a laugh as he slowly sinks back down- his hands holding your legs apart before he huffs against your inner thigh, "Then again, i think i rather frost these pretty thighs instead…"

He glances up at you with a grin, "Now be a good girl and lift your leg back over my shoulder, I want to make sure I don't miss a spot."

You can't resist. You never could when it came to him.

With a shaky nod, you rest your heel on his shoulder, your leg trying to hold still as he paints intricate patterns with the frosting before slowly, achingly, lapping it off.

"So delicious," he hums against your skin, kissing your inner thigh, "but…" his long lashes flutter as he nuzzles closer, "there's a part I've been dying to taste~"

"S-satoru-"

"Shhh~" he pushes aside your panties before pressing his mouth to your slick sex, his tongue darting out to taste you and you nearly melt, "Can't wait to stuff this pretty little cake with cream~"

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୨୧ — Nanami's hand traces your jawline, "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, thumb brushing your lower lip, "I couldn't get you off my mind all day- during meetings, while tracking curses, even when Gojo was being particularly insufferable..."

You smiled against his thumb, teeth gently nipping at it as you met his gaze, tongue sweeping over his digit teasingly, "Is that so?"

A low hum rumbled from his chest as he shuddered, leaning in to press the softest kiss to your temple before resting his forehead against yours, "It is."

You loved seeing this side of Nanami- the one who shed his professional armor with his suit jacket, who looked at you with an unguarded, affectionate expression. The man that made love to you as though you were his religion. Because here in your shared home, away from Jujutsu High's demands, Nanami Kento was simply a man in love.

When he finally settled between your thighs, his movements were slow. Always so slow. So tender. So gentle...

"Kento, please- ah," you gasped, threading fingers through his perfectly styled hair.

But as wonderful as his gentle attention was, you needed more.

"K-Kento," your voice took on a different tone, one that made him pause, "I want you to be different tonight."

He pulled back slightly, studying your face, brow furrowing, "Different how?"

"I-…" You hesitated, suddenly feeling embarrassed for asking such a thing, but then… all fucks were gone as you pictured him being anything but tender and loving towards you. "I want you to be mean to me," there it was, the words tumbling out before you could think of how to properly ask. "Stop treating me like i'm going to break... I want you to be rough, to take what you want from me, and- and to use me like i'm-..." You blush looking away momentarily before locking eyes with him again, "like i'm your personal whore..."

The change in his expression was subtle but unmistakable- a tightening around his eyes, jaw clenching, "No." The word was sharp, final, "I won't hurt you."

You sigh sweetly, "my sweet, gentle, Kento… always so concerned- so loving and caring." Your gaze softened, a hand moving to cup his chin, "you could never hurt me."

A muscle jumped in his jaw, "I don't think I could trust myself." His voice was hoarse, the words seeming to cost him dearly, "I- ... I need you too much. It wouldn't be safe for you."

You felt his cock throb within you at his admission...

"You want to use me, Kento. To really fuck me however you please, I can feel it," you purred, clenching your walls around his cock, causing his hips to buck and his breath to hitch, "I'd even let you cum inside me tonight~," you whispered.

His breath rushed out of him, eyes fluttering shut as his hips rocked against yours, hands fisting in the sheets, "Don't. Say. That."

"Why not? I want you to use me. Want you to be selfish for once, and to take what you need without asking permission."

He gave a pained moan, shaking his head, "You don't understand. I won't be a good man."

You leaned up to press your lips to his ear, "I don't want the good man tonight, I want the bad one. The one who fucks my pussy like he's trying to brand me."

A ragged groan escaped his throat, and he pulled back enough to meet your lovely eyes.

His eyes were darker than you'd ever seen, large hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks, "You want me to stop pretending to be a gentleman? Fine." He flipped you onto your stomach with ease, hand tangling in your hair to pull your head back, "But you're going to take everything I give you, understand?"

Your breath hitched at the sudden roughness, a whimper falling from your lips, unable to answer as his grip tightened, enjoying the feel of your body fully punned under all his weight.

His other hand came down on your ass with a sharp crack, "I asked you a question. When I speak, you answer. Understood?"

"Yesssss!!!!"

"Yes, what?" Another slap, harder.

"Y-yes sir- hah!"

"Good girl." his voice was pure sin now, all traces of your gentle Kento completely obliterated. Good. "Now spread those legs wider for me- I want to see how my cock stretches you out."

Your pussy fluttered and clenched at his words, a fresh wave of arousal making your slick drip between your thighs and against his cock.

Without warning, he pulled out till it was just the tip and slammed back into you with a force that nearly cracked the bed frame. Your body jolted forward, eyes rolling back into your head. Your pussy lips stretched obscenely around his thick girth, clit pulsing, begging for friction.

"F'ck- y-you're so deep, I-… oh god!"

He repeated the action, fucking you into the mattress as his balls slapped against your swollen clit.

"Swallowing my cock like such a filthy slut," he snarled, hips bucking wildly, "You should be ashamed of yourself, acting like you have any right to have me cum inside you- like you can handle the mess I'm going to make." Nanami pulled back to watch how his cock stretched and molded your cunt to its shape- watching as his cock emerged completely coated in your creamy arousal before plunging back in, "So tight, like you're trying to milk me dry."

His words made you feel dizzy, so dizzy that you couldn't even respond, his thrusts leaving you a babbling, moaning mess.

And his pace, god his pace was absolutely merciless, each thrust so powerful it felt like he was rearranging your insides, churning your guts. The thick head of his cock battered against your cervix, the impact causing your entire body to tremble- goosebumps erupting over your skin, nipples so hard they ached, a tightness gathering in your belly as he tried to force his way into your womb.

You sobbed, "Ple-ase! Nghhh- fuck! Please- S'too-"

"Too much? Too deep?"

"Y-eah! Hah! Y-es-"

"Too bad," he growled, hand reaching around to cover your mouth, "youre taking it all. Because this is what you wanted, isn't it? To have me fuck you like a whore. To take my cum without a condom."

"Mm-hm-m," you whined against his palm.

"I thought so," his breathing was erratic, sweat dripping down his forehead as he kept up the unforgiving pace, "Now shut up and take it."

You screamed against his palm, pussy gushing more and more with each thrust. Your poor abused hole was making the most pornographic sounds as he destroyed it, the pressure so intense you could feel him bulging your stomach slightly.

"Listen to those slutty sounds your pussy is making," he panted.

Your juices were literally pouring out of you, the sheets utterly drenched. The mixture of your cream and his pre cum was frothing where you bodies met, creating the most beautiful white ring around the base of his cock.

"Gonna- gonna mn'break my p-pussy," you slurred against his fingers that were now hooked in your mouth, drool pooling down your chin, dribbling down his wrist.

The coil in your belly was winding impossibly tight, your pussy starting to flutter and spasm around him as you approached your peak. "F'wease, needa c-cum!" tears of pleasure leaked from the corners of your eyes, your vision blurry and unfocused.

"Beg me properly. Tell me what you are." he removed his fingers from your mouth, allowing you to speak more clearly.

"Mmm' yer whore- ahhh!!- please! M'yer filthy cum dump- fuuuckk!! Need- n-eed ta cum," your words almost unintelligible.

Nanami gave a chuckle, and for a moment his thrusts slowed, his large hand wrapping around your middle, fingers spreading across the slight bulge of your tummy, as if trying to imagine how his cum would look there, how your body could potentially grow and change with his child growing inside you.

You knew what he was doing, that gentle side of him poking out, but the thought of him cumming inside you mixed with everything else It made your orgasm explode through you like a bomb, your pussy clamping down on him like a damn vice.

Your release was so intense that you actually squirted, clear fluid shooting out around him...

The moment he felt you cumming without permission, he flipped you onto your back, "Did i say you could cum?" his voice dangerously low...

Before you could even process what was happening, his hand came down across your cheek with a sharp crack- but in the heat of the moment, drunk on your cunt, he completely misjudged his strength... The force of the blow sent your head snapping to the side before everything went black...

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When consciousness slowly returned, all you could hear was Kento's panicked voice calling your name, his gentle hands frantically checking your face. The dominant persona completely gone, leaving only the man who would die before truly hurting you.

"Please wake up, please," he was begging- actually begging, his voice breaking, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hit you that hard... I-..."

Your eyes fluttered open to find his handsome face hovering above you, a single tear cascading down his cheek as he cradled your head.

"There you are," he whispered brokenly, thumb gently stroking your cheek where his handprint was already darkening, "I lost control… I should never have… I could have seriously hurt you."

The guilt in his eyes was overwhelming, and all you could do was reach up and gently wipe the tear from his face, "Look, see." you smiled at him, "I'm fine. I knew what I was getting into," you gave a shaky laugh, "Besides, I kinda liked it." your legs hooked behind his hips, keeping him close, "But if you think I'm letting you off the hook, you're dead wrong,"

"No… I need to get an ice pack for your-"

You pulled him down into a heated kiss, and the way he returned it told you all you needed to know- he was still very much turned on despite what had just happened.

"You didn't cum inside me yet," you breathed against his lips, "Now, finish what you started. Otherwise that smack was all for nothing~"

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୨୧ — Caleb shouldn’t be doing this, rifling through your laundry like some sort of pervert, but his fingers are already closing around the delicate lace- your favorite pair, the ones that drive him absolutely fucking insane when he catches glimpses of them beneath your dresses.

This is wrong, his rational mind whispers, but it’s drowned out by the blood rushing south as he brings the fabric to his face. Your scent hits him like a physical blow, a soft mix of vanilla and honeysuckle and the faint musk of arousal makes his cock swell fully- straining against the front of his jeans... throbbing with need to sink into the soft warmth of your cunt. The fabric is so fine, he can almost imagine it brushing over the head of his cock, sliding along his length as he fucks you with them on...

“Pipsqueak,” he breathes, settling on his bed as his free hand works at his belt, “what are you doing to me...” his hand wraps around his length, thumb swiping over the bead of precum already gathering at the tip. 

He should stop... should throw the panties back in the laundry hamper, go take a cold shower, and wait for you to come back from your day out with your friend... But then his mind conjures up the image of you, flushed and panting and so, so fucking perfect- bound to this very bed, legs spread out beneath him wearing nothing but these same red panties. How your back would arch when he’d finally taste you, how you’d moan his name as his tongue worked you to the edge again and again- soaking his face just the way he’d like it…

His strokes quicken, the fantasy bleeding into a memory of last night in the kitchen when you’d bent over the counter, the curve of your ass taunting him. It had taken every ounce of his control not to press himself against you, not to tangle his fingers in your hair and show you exactly what you do to him.

The lace presses against his cheek as his eyes flutter shut, tongue darting out to taste where you’d been dampest. The flavor makes him groan, hips bucking into his fist. He could make you feel so good, could make you forget anyone else but him, if only you knew... 

Would you have let him? Would you have gasped his name as he took you right there against the counter, raw and rough? Marking you from your neck to your hips, branding his love into your skin, his teeth sinking into your shoulder- the sharp pain pushing you over the edge, your tight little pussy spasming around his cock and bringing him with you?

His breathing quickens, hand a blur along his length. So close... so close… so- 

“Caleb! I’m back!”

Your voice, sweet and bright with genuine happiness at being back where he was- back with him- is all it takes to bring him hurtling over the edge. With a strangled moan- your panties clutched tightly to his face as he bites back a strangled cry of your name, he shoots hot, thick ribbons of cum over his fingers and... shit. He forgot to take off his shirt. 

“B- Be right down, Pips…” His voice cracks despite his efforts to sound normal, muscles going tense, then lax as his head lolls back.

“Caleb, are you okay?!” you sounded genuinely concerned as you called up to him, and that made his chest ache, “Do you need help?”

“No- hah, one sec- gotta find a new shirt, spilled milk on mine.” 

He stuffs your panties into his pocket, panting as he stares up at the ceiling completely spent. What the fuck was he doing? He really needed to get his shit together- he couldn't keep going on like this... There had to be a way to fix this... a way to show you how much he loved you...

Your body was made for him- no, not just your body but you- your soul, every part of you... he was meant to hold you, protect you, please you. And he wanted to, more than anything. And he knows you know it too. He can see it in the way you look at him, the way your thighs clench together whenever he gives you that smirk- the one he knows makes these same panties damp.

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Hours later, you're getting ready for bed when you pause, brow furrowed in confusion.

“That's weird...” you murmur, rifling through every inch of your room again. Your favorite pair of underwear -the lacy red ones- are nowhere to be found. 

You could have sworn you'd put them in the laundry…

“Heyyy Caleb…”

Your voice drifts from the bedroom, and he freezes mid chop, the knife hovering over the apple slices he’s preparing. Two plates sit ready on the counter because of course you’ll want whatever he’s making- he knows your patterns better than you do.

When you appear in the kitchen doorway, hair slightly messy from changing into his shirt you stole years ago -the one that now barely covers your ass- he nearly drops the knife. He can already see the outline of your nipples against the fabric, hardening beneath his gaze. He doesn’t even bother trying to hide the way his eyes rake over your body, taking in every curve, every detail. Your lips curl into a sly smile as you saunter towards him, fingers teasing along the hem of his shirt.

“What’s up, Pipsqueak?”

The nickname rolls off his tongue easily, masking the way your panties seem to burn through his pocket like a brand against his thigh.

“Uhm, well this might be a weird question, but have you seen a pair of red lace panties? I can’t find them.”

Red lace. His fingers tighten around the knife handle, but his expression remains perfectly innocent, those purple eyes wide with manufactured confusion, “Nope, can’t say that I have.” He sets the knife down, tilting his head with that boyish charm that’s gotten him out of trouble since childhood, “Why? Are you missing them?” 

Without even thinking, his hand reaches out to ruffle your hair, “You’ve always been so forgetful ever since we were little. I’m sure they’ll pop up somewhere.”

Caleb watches your shoulders slump slightly in defeat, bottom lip jutting out into a pout. His fingers twitch with the need to reach out and trace it, tug it between his teeth… “And if they don’t.” he bends slightly so that he could be eye level with you, close enough that he can smell that beachy body wash you use. “I’ll buy you a new pair. Or you can take my card and get them yourself.” 

The blush that spreads across your cheek is absolutely precious.

“Welll…” You clasp your hands behind your back, biting your lower lip in that unconscious gesture that makes his cock twitch, “I’d actually love to see what you’d pick out for me.”

There it is. 

The opening he’s been waiting for.

“Would you now?” his voice drops, “Careful what you wish for. I might have very specific tastes. Just promise me you won't judge my choices too harshly," he adds with a laugh that sounds almost normal.

You blink owlishly up at him, and for a moment his heart stops- had he pushed it too far? Should he play it off as a joke? But then the sweetest, cutest smile graces your face, “Hmm, maybe I should get you to help me find those missing ones first then. See if they're any of your 'tastes', you know… That way i don’t judge you too harshly when you buy me a new pair~"

This time his fingers do brush against your lower lip, “If that's what you'd like us to do the remainder of the night, then how could I say no.” He chuckles, “Let's finish these snacks and then we'll go have a look. Maybe some of our clothes got mixed up while washing them?”

You nod, leaning into his touch, and his heart swells. Maybe tonight would be the night that he could show you just how good things could be if you were his…

[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — As you're reaching for Nanami's favorite coffee mug -the one you bought him as a joke that says "worlds hottest daddy"- you find yourself struggling with your new center of gravity…

At six months pregnant, your balance had shifted quite dramatically, your rounded belly making even the simple tasks challenging.

Standing on your tippy toes, you stretch as far as you can, Nanami's oversized shirt riding up perfectly to tease the swell of your stomach.

Your fingers wiggle around just barely grazing the handle... "Almost... got it." you mutter to yourself, straining just a little further.

That's when Nanami walks in.

He pauses in the doorway, his tired eyes instantly softening at the sight before him. Your hair tousled from sleep, legs bare, his shirt riding up exposing the curve of your belly where his daughter was growing. His lips curl up into a smile at the way your ass is sticking out and how hard you're trying to reach the cup, ignoring the doctors and his orders, but still…

"Don't move," he says, his voice soft and gentle, yet still authoritative. Your freeze, turning your head to find him pulling out his phone, a look of absolute adoration on his face, "just... stay exactly like that,"

"What are you doing?" You giggle, but you remain as he requested, watching as he snaps a photo, then another, and another.

"Preserving this moment," he says simply, crossing the kitchen toward you. Turning his phone, he shows you the screen, and... damn... you had no idea he was this good at taking photos. The picture shows your entire profile, your pregnant belly, the smile on your lips as you look over your shoulder at him, and how the morning sun gives the top of your head a makeshift halo. You look, good... radiant, even.

"You're beautiful, and this is how I see you every single day," Nanami whispers, leaning down to kiss the top of your head as he tucks his phone back in his pocket. 

Before you can respond, he steps behind you, one strong arm wrapping carefully around your waist, just beneath your pregnant belly. With surprising gentleness for such a powerful man, he lifts you slightly and places you at his side away from the counter.

"Kento!!" You squeal, giggling as he holds you to him, positioning himself in front of the shelf.

"Let me," he says with a smile, easily reaching up to grab the mug.

"I could've gotten it," you protest weakly, though you and him both knew you loved his attentiveness.

"I know you could," he agrees, giving you a squeeze so soft you almost missed it, "but why should you when I'm here? Taking care of you both is my favorite job."

You practically melt into him, "I ask myself everyday how I got so lucky... maybe we should send the bar we met at flowers and a thank you card."

He chuckles, "Perhaps we should... But I think I should get some lower shelves installed first. I don't want you struggling while I'm not here."

"I'm pregnant, Kento. Not an old granny."

"No, you're definitely not," how could he disagree when you were in fact much younger than he was... "Humor me though, please" He murmurs, pressing the sweetest kiss to your cheek.

"Fiiiine," you sigh dramatically, though you're fighting back a smile, "I suppose I can let my big strong husband take care of me..."

"That's my good girl," Nanami murmurs, his voice ever so gentle against your ear as he sets the mug down on the counter.

Without warning, his large hand slide down to rest on your thighs, and before you can even process what's happening, one strong arm slides beneath you, supporting you under your bottom and thighs.

"Hold onto me," he instructs softly, and you barely have time to wrap your arms around his neck before he's lifting you effortlessly off your feet in one smooth motion.

"Keeennnto!" you whine playfully, your face flushing at how easily he carries you despite the pregnancy.

"I've got you, my love." he says simply, a sweet kiss to your temple as he carries you the few steps to the kitchen table, "I've always got you."

He sets you down gently on the edge of the table, his hands lingering on your waist as he positions himself between your legs. This close, you can see the way his eyes have gone soft with pure adoration, the way they keep drifting down to your rounded belly.

"You're going to spoil me rotten," you whisper, your hands coming up to rest on his chest, feeling the wonderful beat of his heart beneath your palms, a feeling you’ll never grow tire of.

"Good," he replies without hesitation, one hand coming up to cup your cheek while the other spreads across your belly, "That's exactly what I intend to do. For the rest of our lives. Now-" he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, "let me make you breakfast while you sit there and look beautiful."

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[dark-and-kawaii]

୨୧ — Sylus' arms are your castle.

Walls built from warmth and utter devotion, ramparts of strength that nothing in this world could breach. When he draws you close, settling back against his leather couch cushions with you curled against his side, you feel the drawbridge lowering, welcoming you into the safest place you've ever known.

"Come here," he says softly, adjusting his position so that you can nestle more comfortably against him. His arm becomes your pillow, his bicep firm beneath your cheek, while his other hand finds yours, fingers interlacing slowly like puzzle pieces finding their perfect match.

The castle walls rise around you- his chest, stead like ancient stone; arms, protective barriers that have never failed you. Within this fortress, the outside world with all its sharp edges and harsh truths is nothing but a distant memory, and you can let yourself relax completely, sinking down into the bliss of being completely and utterly safe… Because here in your castle made of bone and flesh, nothing could breach these walls.

His heartbeat is the most soothing sound in the world, beating steadily, strong, and true- and as long as it's there, you can let the rest of your troubles melt away.

Here, wrapped in Sylus' embrace, you're nobility in the most precious kingdom of two.

Your eyelids grow heavy as his thumb traces gentle circles over your knuckles. He's humming something low and melodic, a tune you recognize as one of your favorite songs, and when you turn to look up at him, a small smile is gracing his lips.

"Comfortable, sweetie?" he asks.

You nod sleepily, nuzzling closer into his side.

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "Sleep," he whispers, "I'll keep watch, like always."

And you believe him completely. Sylus has never been one for empty promises. When he speaks, it's a vow, and he keeps his word as much as the earth keeps turning, the moon keeps rising.

So when he says he'll keep watch, you know that even in sleep, you'll remain safely guarded within the walls of his love.

As your breathing slows, the hand holding yours never loosens its gentle grip, even as his own consciousness slips away.

In this castle of his making, there are no nightmares, no fear. There is only a peaceful slumber, and the quiet promise that the sun will rise on another day.

Here, in this castle… you are his princess- his one and only, and he, your dragon who'd burn the world down than let it harm his most beloved treasure...

And you know you'll wake in the morning feeling more rested than you have in weeks.