#flour sack baby

[simm-mouse]

More doodles

The second and third one is a redraw of little boy Nervous

[xx-j4nu5-c4t5-xx]

this swap au has me all messed up because tycho is such a sweet little guy in the original timeline and then this is nervous's alternate universe insane clone child

what being part of the muenda/specter bloodline does to a guy

[simm-mouse]

@riveer-shii, Had to make a part two lol^^

You can tell I rarely draw Loki

@simm-mouse he is at it again

[heavencasteel420]

I really want to write the Chrissy/Jonathan flour baby story as well because they end up having to tell the home ec teacher that the flour baby disappeared, and the home ec teacher (especially exasperated because they’re the only two seniors in the class) is like, “This is unacceptable. What would you do if your real child disappeared?” And Jonathan is like “well, historically” and they don’t even have to do a makeup research report because the home ec teacher is so mortified.

[shepherds-of-haven]

i'm actually unnaturally excited for the ascendacy festival scenes i need to see this shitty play so bad

I'm honestly so stoked for it, if the Ascendancy Festival wasn't such a crux for several romance routes I would have written it by now! I absolutely need this play to be absolute dogshit narratively and accuracy-wise, but dressed in the most high-handed Shakespearean language I can muster so the whole city (outside of the people that it's based on) will go hog wild for it and demand constant encores and it becomes like THE cultural phenomenon of the year...

[heyhopperart]

Chagatai's that type of ba ba

[fleabuki]

wanted to share some drawings that ive done over the past few weeks

first we got needles

(i drew this with barely any light so i didn't see a lot of what i was doing 😭)

then we got some vidcunds

(the first one is partially unfinished, and the second one is him with the jojo siwa karma makeup bc he was a bad girl 😈⛓️💔)

and then i drew tank for the first time yesterday

(it was supposed to be general buzz grunt with big naturals but i decided to scrap the idea)

[jonathanbyersphd]

TV shows not having 26 episodes has robbed us of so many flour sack baby plotlines

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

imagine yuuta’s reaction towards sukuna & his obsession w/ megumi. ik in sgg, he would be having nightmares bc ofc the kid who attached himself to was a fucking trouble magnet. it was expected of someone raised by gojo.

i just know yuuta would sometimes side eye yuuji & megumi whenever they were together. which only further fueled yuuji’s jealousy.

Maki: I’m not telling him

Inumaki: kelp

Maki: Africa is not far enough I’m not gonna be the one to tell him about fucking sukuna going after his boy. You do it.

Inumaki, suddenly shifty eyed: tuna

Maki: yeah that’s what I thought. Coward.

Yuuta’s SO conflicted because on one hand Megumi made a friend he loves dearly which is all he ever wanted but on the other hand the friend is possessed by the fucking king of curses himself. He keeps trying to subtly invite himself along places as an extra safety blanket, which yuuji takes as Yuuta, the perfect man, once again weaseling his way into yuujis ideal life. he is so jealous.

[stiltonbasket]

bakery teen xiao-yu has one of those floursack baby projects? Floursack baby is doted on and spoiled. wwx and lqr bring out the old family baby clothes and gear for floursack baby. floursack baby is hanging out in the bakery! there's a photo with wangxian titled "our first grandbaby <3" nie zhuyan is looking at all of this in confusion and envy of the floursack baby. He wants xiao-yu cuddles!

This would be really cute but it would also be really funny if the Wangxian family had fun playing with the floursack baby while Xiao-Yu is just "... 😐" about it. He spends the week of the parenting project cuddling Chunyang and Jin Ling's baby sisters (a.k.a., the real family babies) while Sizhui and Wangxian look after the floursack baby.

At school, Xiao-Yu leaves the flour baby to Nie Zhuyan, who's doing the project with him. NZY is very happy about this.

[twinterrors29]

Jedi Padawans have the classic sitcom bag-of-flour baby assignment to ensure they're prepared to look after young ones in emergency situations

this assessment is not one of the many canceled or postponed during the war

which means that when Ahsoka is abruptly deployed dirtside along with her Master, Grandmaster, and the 501st, she had to scramble to find an appropriate babysitter for her sack of flour

desperate, she tossed it to Commander Cody, who was staying aboard the Negotiator to oversee the campaign, with only a frantic list of the required steps to take care of it while she was gone

when she returns several days later, Cody has painted the sack 212th gold and constructed a sling to carry it around on his front while he keeps his hands free for work

judging by the rank pins attached to the front, the sack of flour is now a lieutenant

once Obi-Wan's heart eyes abate enough, though, it becomes clear to him that Cody and the 212th troopers have not understood that the sack of flour is not, in fact, a literal Jedi tubie

and none of the Jedi or their siblings in the 501st have the heart to correct them, so they let them keep the thing, stomping on the feet of anyone who tries to ask too many questions about their new mascot

once the war ends, Obi-Wan discreetly replaces the sack with a Jedi chrecheling in the middle of the night, having resigned himself to raising another too-young-Padawan

Reva, for her part, is all to happy to gleefully coat herself in flour for the occasion

[simm-mouse]

I promise I'm not dead! My phone broke and work has been busy lately. But I'm back with concept stuff when I tried to draw Nyon for the first time

Needles Sims 4 edition wouldn't exist, since Nylon Spandex here is living a more stable and healthier life, well as stable as it can be living his mother Olive. Well at least not as an imaginary son of his anyway. I think Nirvan, yes I changed Nyon's name. I'm sorry I can't guys, I keep calling him Nylon Spandex😭😭💀💀💀. But Nirvan fits more to me with the meaning attached to Buddhism. He technically is reborn from the original one from the gallery

Anyway, Needles would appear as a regular sack of flour. Like the old school cliche flour sack baby project for parenting class. I can see Nirvan taking parenting classes during highschool to be a pro. Even here he is not good with names, so the flour sack is named Needles.

But for fun, I did draw concepts of Needles L&D edition. He has Curious blood in his veins🔭🤓! That's the only way he'd exist

I realized while drawing this that I never made a colored version of teen Needles. So here's my struggle until I draw a better concept. Neymar means Neptune and Mars, a very Curious name. Took me a half hour trying to find a name😭😭. Don't call him that though, it's NEEDLES ONLY HE WILL FIGHT YOU!!😡😡😡😤😤😤

[3amfanfiction]

You and Simon are walking home when something frightening happens. One thing about being in a relationship with him, you just KNOW he would be hauling you around like a sack of flour if something dangerous happened.

Cw: ptsd

It’s been a good day. Simon is home from deployment, the sun has just set and the weather is clear.

You’ve been out running errands with him for most of the day. Your partner’s been home for a week and this is the first time either of you have left the house. You miss him badly when he’s away but you’d give anything for days like today.

You’re walking down the sidewalk, hands tangled together as Simon carries the shoulder bag of groceries on his other side. The quiet evening is peaceful, storefront lights beginning to click on as the day winds down.

You’re not sure exactly what happened. One moment you’re chattering at Simon, telling him about the new recipe you were going to try out tonight and the next you’re being forced against the building, Simon’s hand pressing your head towards your chest while he slams his body into yours, covering as much of you with himself as possible.

You gasp in a stunned breath once your lungs stop seizing before your ears recognize the reverberating boom in the air. You watch with wide eyes as the bag Simon had just been holding spills groceries onto the sidewalk, cans and jars rolling away from the spilled bag.

You yelp as he pulls you away from the wall and half picks you up while keeping you tucked into his chest. He moves quickly into the alleyway you had just passed, keeping himself between you and the street. You shuffle your feet trying to keep up as he bodily drags you.

Si-Simon you gasp breathlessly in shock. What are you doing? But there’s no response. You look up into his face only for your heart to stutter in your chest. You’ve never seen that look on his face before. Two more booms shake the air before there is a faint crackle.

His eyes are steely above his mask. He doesn’t wear his balaclava when he’s home, but dons a blank, black face mask when you need to leave the house. You never thought you’d be scared of him but if he looked at you with that face you would freeze up in a heartbeat.

You realize what’s going on as a red glow lights up the alleyway before fading back into darkness.

Simon, it’s okay. We’re okay. It was a firework, baby. We’re safe. You’re home with me. Nothing. His gaze is jumping to every shadow, still sheltering you between his body and the wall.

You raise your arm to try and cup his cheek, attempting to bring him back to you but he rips his face away with a snarled stay down before shuffling you further into the alleyway.

His grip on you is tight as he shoves you into a deep doorway, wedging himself in after. You can feel his heart pounding from where your face is pressed against his chest, his other hand still holding the back of your head, pressing you against him.

You try again. Simon. Simon you’re home. You’re here with me and it was a firework. Some idiot has gone and started setting them off. There’s probably going to be another boom here in a minute and then you’ll be able to see it in the sky.

Like the universe is listening, there is another explosion right then with a trailing shower of lights afterwards. It casts enough of a glow for you to see his eyes again. They’re panicked and darting every which way trying to see where the danger is coming from.

You decide to wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze as hard as you can, hoping the pressure would help bring him back. You start talking, not giving a chance for silence to fill the space.

We were walking home from the grocery store. We were going to make that new pasta dish I was telling you about for dinner. I had just asked you about stopping in at that new tea shop on our way. You know the one, on the corner of 4th? They have a jasmine tea I’m really interested in trying. And I saw on their website they have a chocolate croissant too. I know how much you love them.

On and on and on. Narrating what you’d done that day, what you were going to do when you got home. The newest show you and him were watching together, how you had trimmed his hair for him yesterday, anything you could think of.

Finally, after what felt like years, his hold on you begins to loosen and his body begins to shake slightly with the adrenaline crash. The periodic booms making him clench back up each time.

After every explosion you made sure to reiterate, that was a blue firework. It looked almost like a weeping willow tree. You know the one . . . trying to bring him into the present and keep him there.

Eventually he stands up straight and you’re able to look him in the eye. He seems almost ashamed of what just happened. It’s okay baby. Let’s go get our bag of food and then we’ll go home. I’m thinking we order takeout and then cuddle for the rest of the night, how does that sound?

He nods his head before pressing a hard kiss to your forehead through his mask, apology or thanks you’re not sure. You make your way out to the street together, Simon insisting on staying bodily between you and the street still, head on a swivel with every movement that catches his eye.

By the time you get home he’s well and truly crashing. Slight shaking accompanying his movements, eyes beginning to go unfocused. The rest of the evening ensuring some part of you was touching him at every moment.

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[youcalledsworld]

How'd the story get so Twisted?

The JLD are briefing the rest of the Justice League of beings they should remember just incase they run into them.

They then come to Phantom who they say is basically the Superman of the Supernatural. The Justice League point out they thought Captain Marvel was Superman's equivalent but Marvel says he wishes.

JLD starts going over Phantom's history. They say he is hundreds if not thousands of years old (time travel), he is friends with a dryad (Sam when undergrowth possessed her) and magical pharaoh (Tucker being the reincarnation of a pharaoh), his sister is a mind healer (Jazz is a psychologist) and his parents are necromancers (Jack and Maddie studying ghost), his only surviving child is a free spirit (Danielle traveling and being the only surviving clone).

Intrigued by this the Justice League wanted to learn more about him and his adventures.

And the JLD proceed to go on to tell the story of Phantom.

How will the story of Danny Phantom be twisted.

Update

I read the reblogs and thought of something.

Everyone believes Phantom and the Dryad got married because Phantom gave her a ring. Here is the twist, they all think the dryad cheated on Phantom with the Pharaoh and had a child (Lilith the flour sack). But the Pharaoh had other children with other women (flour sack baby test) and the Pharaohs mother cooked them. Fearing the mothers wrath the dryad then gave her child to a barbarian (ms tetslaff) for safety.

[grapejuicenharry]

Angel (blurb)

Harry helps Y/N revise for her exams—except he rewards her for every right answer.

warnings: smut, 18+, kissing, fluff, slight dom h, cock warming.

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Y/N had no mood to study today. Finals were looming, and she knew she should be buried in her notes, highlighting lines and revising answers. But all she wanted was to crawl under Harry's blankets and watch her favorite TV show-the one she'd been binging all week. She'd promised herself she'd only rest for a bit, just to recharge. After all, Harry had been kind enough to offer his place to help her revise, even if he'd insisted, with his ever-serious tone, "After 8 p.m.sharp, no excuses. We're studying."

And yet here she was, curled up on his bed, remote in hand, shamelessly ignoring the ticking clock. The rain tapping on the windows only added to her laziness, the overcast weather making it impossible to do anything productive. Harry, of course, was the complete opposite. He sat at his desk like a saint, head bent over his books, glasses perched on his nose, and jaw tight with focus.

God, he was handsome when he was like this-serious, nerdy, and entirely unattainable. But she didn't want him to be unattainable right now. She wanted him to be hers. All hers. She wanted his hands on her waist, his lips on her neck, his attention solely on her. Y/N groaned; she knew she was being a spoiled brat, but she couldn't help it.

Was it her fault her boyfriend was hot 24/7? She wanted to sit in his lap, trace her fingers over his jawline, and press kisses all over his stupidly perfect face. Hell, she wanted to jump his bones right now.

Earlier, Harry had caved for a little while, brushing off her pouty demands with a kiss that quickly turned into a full-on makeout session. She'd gotten thirty glorious minutes of his undivided attention. Thirty minutes of his hands tangling in her hair, lips soft against hers, and his deep chuckles every time she whined for more. And it still hadn't been enough.

Now, his stern voice snapped her out of her haze. "C'mere, baby," he called from the study, where he was still sitting. "Time's up. You gotta study."

Instead of answering, YN pulled the blanket over her head, huffing under the covers. She hated studying. The very thought made her chest tighten, especially knowing she'd just hit the suspenseful part of her show. There was no way she was leaving this cocoon of comfort.

The next thing she heard was the creak of his chair and the soft pad of his feet on the floor. Before she could stop him, Harry was lifting the covers and peeking under. "Seriously?" he muttered, eyebrows raised at the sight of her pouting face. "C'mon."

He didn't give her a choice. In one swift motion, he hoisted her over his shoulder like a sack of flour. "Harry—!" she whined, squirming in protest, but her words died the second he swatted her ass—a light, playful spank that had heat rushing to her cheeks.

"Nice try, baby," he teased, gently placing her on the chair at his desk. She crossed her arms, lips jutting out as she sulked.

"How about this?" he said, crouching down in front of her, brushing her messy curls back from her face and securing them with a clip. "You study, and for every question you get right, I'll reward you."

Her ears perked up. "Reward me? Like... how?" she asked, her voice dripping with curiosity. Was he talking about snacks? Chocolates? Maybe one of the cute plushies she liked to collect? Her excitement bubbled under the surface, and a grin formed on her lips.

Harry smirked, standing up and leaning close to her ear. "I'll reward you with kisses, baby. Maybe more, if you do really well." His voice was low and playful, sending a shiver down her spine.

Y/N's breath hitched. Oh, this man knew exactly what he was doing. He'd been watching her all day, she realized — noticing how clingy she'd been, her endless kisses, random hugs, and all the ways she tried to get closer to him. And while he adored how clingy and needy she got, always seeking his touch or sneaking in little kisses when he least expected, Harry knew he had to control himself. She had finals to study for, and as much as he loved spoiling his girl, he couldn't let her slack off-not when he knew how hard she'd be on herself if she didn't do well. He had to be the responsible one, even if it meant being a little strict with her. Besides, if keeping her focused meant rewarding his sweet girl with kisses, he wasn't exactly complaining.

Her eyes sparkled, determination bubbling to the surface now. "Okay," she said quickly, biting her lip. "I'll do it."

Harry chuckled, sliding into the seat beside her. His white T-shirt stretched over his broad shoulders, the fabric clinging to the muscles of his arms. And those damn gray sweatpants... they should have been illegal. Add the round glasses perched on his nose and the wild curls she loved to tug on. Y/N was barely holding herself together.

Is this normal? she thought, her eyes raking over him. Am I ovulating? Is it hormones? Or am I just obsessed?

Y/N didn't realize she'd been staring at him for the past ten minutes, chewing absentmindedly on the end of her pen.

The way his brow furrowed as he concentrated, the way his lips pressed together when he was focused-it was impossible not to get distracted. When his sharp green eyes suddenly caught hers, she froze, snapping back to reality. Her cheeks burned as she cleared her throat and quickly looked down at her notes, pretending to be engrossed.

For the next forty minutes, she tried — really tried-to stay focused. But after thirty minutes, she gave up. No matter how many times she reread the same lines, her attention kept drifting. Her eyes found their way to his hands: veiny, tattooed, and frustratingly perfect. She watched the way his fingers gripped the pen, the way his knuckles flexed when he scribbled down something in his notebook. All she could think about was how much she wanted those fingers on her, tracing her skin, making her forget about every damn word in her notes.

Her brain had officially shut down. She slammed her notebook shut with a huff. "I'm done," she murmured, barely meeting his gaze. "You can ask me questions now."

Harry raised an eyebrow, but before he could say anything, she whined softly, "But at least come closer. I wanna be close to you."

He shook his head with a fond smile, reaching over to pull her chair until it bumped against his. Their knees touched, sending a jolt of warmth through her. "Better?" he asked, his voice teasing. She nodded, her curls bouncing as she tried to steady her breathing. "Yeah... better."

"You sure you're ready?" Harry asked gently, tilting his head as he studied her.

"You can take more time, baby. I don't mind." His tone was soft, but there was a glint of playfulness in his eyes. He knew her too well. He'd noticed the exact moment her thoughts had started drifting. And as much as he wished he could crawl into her mind to know what had distracted her so much, he had a pretty good idea.

Y/N nodded quickly, her fingers fidgeting nervously in her lap. Truthfully, this felt so much harder than her actual exams-because it was him. Because she wanted to be good for him, wanted him to praise her, give her little kisses. She prayed he'd only ask her questions from the topics she actually remembered.

Harry's lips quirked up as he flipped through her notes. "Alright, then. Let's start easy. What's the function of the myelin sheath in neurons?"

Her heart raced as she scrambled for the answer. "To... um, to speed up the transmission of electrical impulses," she said, her voice slightly shaky. A proud smile spread across Harry's face. "Correct. Good job, baby."

Before she could process it, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. It was meant to be a quick peck, a little reward, but the second his warm lips met hers, Y/N couldn't help herself. Her hand shot up to cup his jaw, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss. Fireworks erupted in her belly; all she could feel was him-his lips moving perfectly against hers, his steadying hand on her chair, the vibration in his chest when she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She thought she might actually combust. But just as quickly as it started, Harry pulled back, clearing his throat and fixing his glasses.

Y/N blinked up at him, her lips glossy and slightly swollen, her eyes hooded with longing. He tried to keep his composure, but the soft pink tint on his cheeks betrayed him. "Don't look at me like that," he muttered, shaking his head with a grin. "There's still a test, remember?"

Her brain was all muddled and gooey with just one kiss. She wondered how she was gonna answer him more. His lips were the only thing in her mind right now.

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Harry asked her a few more questions, his voice low and teasing as he watched her squirm in his lap. To his surprise, she answered most of them correctly, earning her soft, lingering rewards that left her trembling. When she got one wrong, she'd pout adorably, her lips jutting out in frustration, and he'd chuckle, brushing his thumb over her bottom lip before kissing it away.

Now, she was perched on his lap, her T-shirt long forgotten on the floor. Only her bra and tiny shorts remained, but they felt like a mere barrier to the heat between them. Both of them were breathing heavily, the air thick with tension. Her lips were swollen and glossy, her eyes hooded as they met his. His spit glistened on her chest, faint pink love bites scattered across her skin. Her heavy breasts strained against the white lace of her bra, the delicate fabric doing nothing to hide the hard peaks of her nipples, desperate for his touch.

Her hips shifted involuntarily, grinding against his cock, and she let out a shaky gasp, her panties damp from how badly she needed him. He groaned, his self-control fraying with every subtle movement. His grey sweatpants were damp with pre-cum, his cock so hard it throbbed against her. He barely held back the urge to pin her down and take her right there.

"Alright, last one," he murmured, his voice rough and strained. He held up the paper, though his eyes were glued to her heaving chest. "Define the term neuroplasticity."

Her brows furrowed for a moment as she tried to focus, her breathing uneven. "Uh, the brain's ability to adapt and reorganize itself," she stammered out, her voice trembling.

It didn't matter if she was right or wrong. The second the words left her lips, Harry shoved the paper off the desk, the sound of it hitting the floor drowned out by the way their lips crashed together. The kiss was frantic, all teeth and tongues, both of them clinging to each other as if they couldn't get close enough.

His hands gripped her hips, guiding her to grind against him harder, pulling a desperate moan from her lips that only made him kiss her deeper. Her hands tangled in his curls, tugging harshly, and he groaned against her mouth, the vibration making her thighs clench around him.

"Fuck, baby," he growled against her lips. "You're driving me insane."

Y/N let out a soft moan as their lips met, the kiss growing heated and messy-a desperate clash of tongues and teeth. Neither of them cared about keeping it clean; it was raw, needy, and consuming. She shifted on his lap, grinding against his cock, and Harry threw his head back with a groan, his fingers digging into her hips.

"Fuck," he whispered, his hands already moving to unclasp her bra. He tugged it off and threw it to the floor, wasting no time as he cupped her bare breasts, squeezing and palming them like he couldn't get enough. Leaning forward, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over it, his lips warm and wet.

"Harry, please," she whined softly, her voice cracking with need. He smirked against her skin, pulling back just enough to look at her flushed face. "You look so fucking good like this," he muttered, his voice thick and rough.

With a firm grip on her hips, he lifted her slightly, tugging his sweats down just enough to free his cock. Y/N's breath hitched as she looked down at him, her hand wrapping around his length.

Slowly, she spread his pre-cum down his shaft, her touch light and teasing.

"Don't tease, love," he warned, his voice tight, almost breaking. His cock twitched in her hand, his patience wearing thin.

She bit her lip as she pushed her shorts aside, lining herself up. Slowly, she sank down onto him, her walls stretching to take his length inch by inch. 

"Oh my god—," Harry groaned, his forehead dropping to her shoulder. He bit down gently on her skin, his arms wrapping around her, holding her as close as possible. The way she buried herself onto him, taking him so deep, had his head spinning.

"Baby," he murmured, his voice shaky and strained. "Move for me. Please."

Y/N took a moment to adjust, breathing hard as she stretched around him, feeling every inch of him filling her.

Then, she lifted her hips slowly before sinking back down. Both of them moaned at the sensation, the pleasure almost unbearable. 

Harry's hands gripped her ass, guiding her movements as she rode him. "You're so warm," he breathed out, his eyes fluttering shut. "So fucking perfect." His lips found her breasts again, kissing and sucking the sensitive skin, making her gasp.

Her hands tangled in his hair, tugging softly as her moans grew louder. The rhythm between them quickened, their bodies moving together with a messy, desperate need.

Harry's hand slipped between them, his thumb pressing against her clit. He started rubbing slow circles, watching the way her face twisted with pleasure.

"Fuck," she whimpered, throwing her head back as her body arched into him. One hand stayed buried in his curls, the other braced against the edge of the chair as she tried to keep her balance.

Harry groaned at how tight she felt around him, his cock throbbing with each squeeze of her walls. "You're so good, baby," he said softly, his voice rough. "You're driving me crazy."

Her hips stuttered as her moans became more frantic, her body trembling as she reached the edge. Harry leaned up, catching her lips in a deep kiss as he rubbed her clit faster, determined to send her over.

"Harry!" she cried, her entire body tensing as her orgasm hit her, her walls clenching tight around him.

"Fuck, yes," he groaned, burying his face in her neck as he followed, his release hitting him hard. He held her close, their bodies pressed together as they came down from the high, both trembling and completely lost in each other.

Both of them stilled for a moment, their heavy breaths mingling as they stayed molded together. Y/N rested her forehead in the crook of his neck, her arms wrapped tightly around him, while Harry held her just as close, lost in her warmth.

"We should clean you up," he murmured against her ear, his voice soft as he gently lifted her hips.

But before he could move, she protested, "Wait-just a few more minutes, please." Her voice was quiet, almost shy. "I... I wanna stay close to you."

Harry's lips curved into a soft smile at her words. "Yeah? You wanna keep my cock warm, sweet girl?" he teased, his voice low and rough.

She nodded shyly, unable to meet his eyes, her cheeks burning at his crude words.

"Okay then," he murmured, pulling her even closer. "A few more minutes." His arms wrapped around her snugly, holding her like she was the only thing that mattered.

[pseudowho]

Operation: Babymaker-- Grapple

When it comes to trying for a baby, Nanami Kento always works overtime. And the reader had better be ready.

💜 💛 Part 1 LINK HERE: A Trip to the Tailors

💜 💛 Part 2 LINK HERE: Benchpress

💜 💛 Part 3 LINK HERE: Ditch the Party...again

💜 💛 Part 4 LINK HERE: Wet Dreams

💜 💛 Part 5 LINK HERE: Honeytrap/Maid Café

Warnings: 18+ throughout, breeding kink, fertility/infertility discussion, playfighting gets sexy, physical restraint, assumed consent of established relationship, assumed teacher/student roles, submissive and breedable, hints of breath play, semi-public sex, PiV, fingering, cumplay 💛

You didn't expect to be thinking of your husband, while pinned beneath another man.

What was meant to be a simple capture mission for a wayward Curse user, had instead exposed a stunning weak point in your skills.

You'd expected Cursed techniques, not a fist-fight. This showed, when you'd been put in a chokehold, thrown to the ground, and felt the blind panic of the Curse user climbing on top of you, reaching down with a dirty little smirk, to put his hands around your neck. Images of Kento; smiling, his arms around your waist, reading in the sun-dappled grass, always victorious in hand to hand combat, flooded your mind, suddenly blinded by memory--

Thank goodness for the boy.

"O-oh shit-- Mrs.Nanamin--!"

You had barely a moment to register the nickname, before your deadly boy of peaches and punches dragged the Curse user off you. On your back, panting up at the ceiling, you listened to the coordinated thumps and grunts from the next room, as Yuuji beat the Curse user like a sack of flour.

Silence. Footsteps. Peach fuzz, leaning round the corner.

"...Mrs.Nanamin?"

"That's Mrs.Nanamin-sensei to you, kiddo."

Yuuji grinned, reaching down, and you let him pull you up. Your cheeks were flushed, angry with mortification, prickling beneath the crippling weight of being so weak. Yuuji looked awkward, rubbing the back of his head. You huffed to the next room, trying to drag the unconscious Curse user like a bag of potatoes.

You huffed again, angrier this time as you shouted to nobody in particular, the stress of memory coming out sideways.

"God, why am I so FUCKING USELESS--"

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After the latest batch of negative pregnancy tests, your morale was low.

"Six months, Kento!" You cried, each month longer than the last as you flurried round the kitchen with tears in your eyes. Kento stood in silence, holding court for your rage and bitter tears, his arms folded across his chest.

You slammed the bin too sharply, swung cupboards open with a crack, flicked the kettle on like it was personal. Kento waited for your disappointment to abate, before he spoke, low and slow.

"...it's normal, my love. I know you're disappointed. But we'll get there. Six months isn't that long. Sometimes...these things just take time." You bristled, turning on him, your lip crumpling up.

"Are you not disappointed?" Kento looked at you over glasses that weren't there, reading, unfighting in a way that left you exposed. He walked to you, his words blanketing.

"Not with you. I haven't lost anything. I just have a little longer to look forwards to something new." Kento's arms slipped round your waist, a nuzzle against your ear, taking your vulnerability and cradling it in his palms. "Is that so bad?"

You deflated, the fight loved out of you. You looked at the pregnancy test on the counter, and its stark single pink line. You whispered, in part to Kento, and in part to yourself as he lifted you onto the counter, settling between your legs like it was home.

"...no. I suppose it's not so bad."

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When Nanami Kento had offered to teach hand-to-hand combat at Jujutsu High, they'd leapt at the chance. Principal Yaga bore down over Kento while Kento looked round in alarm, willingly signing the contract he had asked to sign.

These simulated fights, so much safer than the real fights, kept Kento closer to you in a way you needed, viscerally. He'd miraculously walked out of Shibuya with nothing more than cuts and bruises, but it did little to ease your terror of having almost lost him.

You searched the school, following the blue-fire feel of him in the air; you followed the trail, as if grasped by a yellow spotted tie, silkwrapped around the palm of your hand, pulling you to him. You found him, panting with sweatsheen arms, beginning to tidy equipment in the empty gymnasium.

Kento looked up as you approached; in a white vest, and grey joggers, barefoot, his hands were wrapped with white tape, dusty with chalk. With his sweatslick honey hair swept back, his crooked smile rerouted a droplet of sweat on the way down his jaw.

"Lover." Kento greeted, low and husky, his voice scratchy from the heat of simulated battle. You leaned against a stack of gym mats, smiling, in your own gymwear.

"Been beating up children again? Who was it this time?" Kento chuckled, gravelly, lifting a medicine ball to the side with shocking ease. Your eyes traced his bare arms, and the undulating shift of corded muscles there, thick and powerful.

"Fushiguro. He asked for it." You laughed, as Kento dusted his hands together, chalkdust puffing into the air. Kento smiled again, still crooked, huffing a laugh. "No, he really did."

"I should think he regrets that."

"He's learned some important lessons."

"Like, the way to Shoko's office?"

"Yes. Amongst others, I hope."

Silence sat between you both, as Kento leaned back against the gym mats beside you. He held court again, this time for your unasked questions.

"...Kento. I...need some help. I'm, uh...lacking."

He was silent, still. You looked sideways, to find his eyes roaming the length of your body, caressing. Kento still thrummed with the testosterone and adrenaline of the fight; you could taste it, rendered primal by nature.

"...are you? I wouldn't agree." He hummed, keen eyes now zeroing in on his favourite parts of you, undressing you. You tried not to shudder at the unexpected heat pooling between your legs. When you spoke again, your tongue felt thick, rendered stupid by Kento's biological warfare.

"I'm...dreadful at fighting. Hand-to-hand combat. I'm too reliant on my Cursed technique." The respect with which Kento listened did nothing to mask the disrespect in his eyes. His grey joggers left nothing to the imagination.

"And...you want to learn, I assume." God, that voice, so much rustier than usual, sent daggers straight through your--

"Yeah. Yep. Yes. You assume right. I need...need you, uh...to teach me." You chirped, shaking off that second heartbeat, turning to face him.

You continued turning, magnetised as Kento held your gaze. He walked backwards onto the gym-mats, still marked by chalk-dust art of the animated human form. You swallowed, and Kento's eyes swam with something altogether more dangerous than desire alone. He widened his stance, his hands raised in preparation.

"Well...why don't you show me what you've got so far? As a baseline." You blushed, suddenly awkward in your body as you walked over to the mat, facing him. Kento had schooled his facial expression to his usual flat impassive gaze, but noticeably more shark-like.

"Like...just...come at you?"

"Mhm. Hit me."

You raised your hands, awkwardly balling them into fists, taking a step closer. You flushed at the microflexes of preparation that rippled over Kento's body, suddenly burning alive as you cocked your arm back, and--

"Thumbs out."

"Uh...sorry?"

Kento looked over absent glasses again. "Thumbs out. If you hit someone with your fists in your grip, you'll break your thumbs."

"Ah...right, okay." Being taught by Kento made you run hot, strangely submissive in the assumed teacher-student role. The heat only worsened with the way he was looking at you, fuck, I'd be done for if he really were my teacher--

You jabbed, darting forwards, a fist straight towards Kento's face. In a split second, he dipped sideways, stepping into a grab, and looped your arm behind you as you gasped, his other arm in an arresting grip around your neck, his body flush to yours from behind. You felt his breath, hot against your neck, and you shivered from hairline to toes.

"Plan your second move." Kento murmured, his lips against your ear, grazing you...tasting you. "You left yourself...wide open."

"Wide...wide open." You gasped, your vision swimming with the power of Kento's forceful restraint, biology overtaking sense and feminism as your clit throbbed. "O-okay."

Kento hummed against your ear, releasing you with what you felt was the briefest reluctance. He barked at you, his face sterner now-- "Again." --his eyes burning into you as you prepared yourself.

You punched again, this time towards his belly with a low-blow. Kento grunted, and you squeaked as he took the hit without flinching, your hand hitting concrete surely that is a brick fucking wall not a man at all shit--

You felt your legs swept from under you, and landed flat on your back with a bam, crying out and wincing, before opening your eyes. Kento prowled around above you, panting with something other than exertion.

In truth, if you hadn't shown up, he'd have been fucking his fist in the showers. While fighting in itself did not thrill Kento, the resulting burst of testosterone in the adrenaline comedown left his cock rigid and pulsing in a way that pissed him off.

He had not been able to shower; had not been able to lean on his forearm, cursing under the hot water as he furiously stroked himself in his hand, and imagined it was your cunt instead, still yet to quicken his seed within your belly, leaving him feeling somewhat lacking in a way he would never let you know but god he wanted you round and full and blooming so he could fill you again and prove you were his and--

"You can do better than that." Kento growled, something twitching in his jaw. Your chest heaved, looking up at him with glistening doe-eyes that went straight to his cock. He turned as he paced, swallowing hard, running a hand through his hair. "Get up. Lie there on your back, and someone will pin you down."

You stood on shaking legs, wondering how Kento seemed somehow bigger than usual. He stood opposite you again, electrified and taut. The same current passed through you again, and again, and again. You wondered vaguely, how to verbalise how you really wanted him to fight you and to make sure you didn't win so he could take his spoils from your body just as he pleased with you pinned and wet beneath him--

You swung your leg, turning sideways as you kicked...straight into his awaiting grasp. Kento grunted, your ankle under his arm, and drew you in, reeling you in by your leg as you hopped, crying out.

He couldn't disguise the wolfish smirk on his face by this point, and you yelled, laughing, until he reached your thigh, dropping you to the floor and pressing himself between your legs with a satisfied grunt.

"Left yourself open aga--oof--" You took Kento by surprise, rolling him over with your hips, straddling him on the floor. Kento coughed, the briefest how dare you on his lips as he pinched your inner thighs until you gasped, flipping himself on top again.

"--c'mere-- stop squirming-- shit, when I get you--"

"--come on Mr.Nanami, thought you-- fuck-- thought you were-- meant to be good at this--"

Any serious attempt at an education had turned into playful grappling, all hushed giggles and gasps, and Kento's heavy breaths against your skin as he tried to pin you down, too squirmy for him, every inch of you brushing against his rigid cock in a way that drove him mad, growing brittle, more dominant by the second.

Kento groaned against your neck, panting, bear-hugging you.

"--got...haaah...got you-- now-- fuck, stop fighting me--"

You tumbled around each other, your hits growing more powerful as his hands shook with restraint. You tried to crawl away as he dragged you back by your ankles with a growl, pressing into you from behind, and you bucked, throwing him off. Kento cursed, spitting feathers as you kicked out madly, grasping your ankles and pulling them apart so he could pin you down with his hips.

You flipped yourself over with a squeak, trying to claw yourself away, and Kento took his opportunity. He crushed you to the floor from behind, caging you, one thick arm looped around your neck as his whole body heaved with effort.

You stilled, just a little mouse in his jaws, as you felt the twitching heavy length of him rutting lazily into your arse. You felt the blood drain from your head, all the way down to your pussy, leaving you plush and throbbing and ready. You clawed at his forearm, half-hearted, hearing him rumble against your neck.

"--got you...I've got you...fuck..."

"K-Kento...please-- please--"

You squeaked to feel Kento's sharp canines sink into the back of your neck, your squirming only drawing out his groan into something needy and desperate. You felt his other hand trail downwards, cupping the whole length of your pussy from behind, trying to feel the shape of you through your thin gym clothes. You shivered, gulping against his arm.

"Please what?" Kento groaned, his hand reluctantly leaving your pussy to start to inch your gym leggings down, pawing and kneading at the plush of your hips on the way. You shivered, submitting with a bite of the lip, choking out around his arm.

"Please...fill me up...Kento."

Kento groaned, low and long. You felt him nuzzle against the shell of your ear, dexterous hands now yanking your gym leggings down, flinging them aside with conviction.

"Again. Say it again."

"P-please fuck a baby into me, Kento--"

Kento clapped a hand over your mouth, cursing as your hot little breaths leaked out through his fingers.

"You...you only think you know how much time I spend obsessing over it." Kento whispered, husky with desperation. You shivered to feel thick, calloused fingertips begin to tease between your folds, pinching and rolling the flesh around your clit until you whimpered under his hand. "Every day, getting up for work, when all I want is your hips lifted on pillows, so I can fuck myself empty into you again and again."

You felt Kento's fingers increase in pace, rolling, massaging rolling your pert little nub between his fingers, pleasuring you completely, until the itch of bliss started to creep through your hips and belly.

"F-fuck, Kento...please just...just..." You squirmed, wanting to be stretched, and worn by him, placing your pleasure behind duty. Kento bit deeper into the back of your neck, pinning you harder in chastisement.

"Just...just...what? Just fuck you?" Kento laughed, a dry little scoff behind your ear. He pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, his fingers working with expert knowledge of your twitches and jerks, guiding you by the hand towards your orgasm. "No...we won't be like that. We won't...put aside enjoyment just for the sake of a positive test. No...you'll cum when I say you'll cum."

You mewled, feeling his hand clap over your mouth again to muffle it, shushing you gently, a cautious eye glancing towards the door through his shuddering breaths. Kento's grey joggers did little to disguise the heavy weight of his cock, swollen and needy, with beads of pre-cum gradually darkening the fabric around the tip.

"Be as loud as you like at home...but here? You already interrupted me coming in my hand in the shower--" Kento continued through your squeak of alarm, "--but I won't be interrupted again. Need-- need to cum inside you. Sorry...shit, feel so wet-- good girl--"

Your vision went hazy, your breaths fracturing. Your clamping thighs and arching did little to slow the pace of Kento's fingers, dragging you over the edge like you were on rails. Feeling him pinch and roll your wet fleshy clit, your pussy clenched around nothing as you came with a whimper and a cry, trying desperately to buck anything inside you.

Before you'd even finished your peak, you heard Kento cursing and growling, removing and then replacing his hand for just long enough to press his weeping tip to your entrance, and rub you through the rest of your pleasure.

You squealed aloud beneath the insistent pressure of Kento's hand, as his cock fucked in ragged thrusts through slick cheeks and puffy folds, before burying to the hilt with desperate urgency. Being filled partway through your peak, to the soundtrack of Kento's growling curses, turned your ecstasy lightheaded, your ears ringing as you felt him fuck against your soft spot, barely pulling out.

"...mmmfff...K'n...oooo..."

"Sorry." He gasped, not sorry at all as lights fizzed in his eyes. "Missed that. Bit busy...fuck--so tight--make you tighter--"

Kento kicked the ankles of your outstretched legs to cross, and groaned, deep and guttural, to feel you squeeze his cock even tighter. He bit into your shoulder, crushing you harder against the gym mat with his brisk, deep thrusts.

Kento didn't let you come down, his fingers continuing to rub from side to side over your clit, swiping over the sensitive nub and the deeper wings beside it with such speed, the pleasure burned as one, consuming you in holy fire. You clasped at the hand and arm over your mouth, twitching and convulsing with such savage pleasure, that Kento rendered you base, animalistic.

"--g-good girl...good girl-- shit, pussy sucks harder than y-your mouth...take it. Sh...shit-- take it--"

Your husband had been replaced, spitting dirty talk like venom, his handsome face twisted into something monstrous, needier than you'd ever seen him. Kento slammed into you as though he were a man who needed to prove something to himself-- to you.

You couldn't work out where one orgasm ended and another began, but Kento could. As you moaned behind his hand, your throat sore with whimpers, Kento gasped, shuddering as his thrusts lost coordination, yanked against the hook behind his navel.

"--that'sit...unngghhhhn f-fuck...I'm...I'm..."

Kento rumbled into broken groans, complete and fracturing above you, feeling his orgasm roll through him in thick, sticky waves. He only hoped, vaguely, that it was deep enough, or good enough, or simply enough, his lips pressed in reverence to your sweaty temple as he filled you in moaning pulses.

You panted together through your comedown, Kento's hold on you unchanging, but somehow transforming into an embrace over an arrest. You stroked his forearm, and jolted to feel his fingertips probing around your entrance, fingering the cuff of your flesh around the base of his cock, still buried inside you.

"--au-augh K-Kento...what--"

"Shhh...don't move."

As you stilled, trying to slow your heaving breaths, you heard Kento shudder and groan as his softening cock slipped out of you. His fingers waited at your entrance...waiting for something--

As soon as the thick ooze of his cum reached his fingertips, Kento caught it, fucking it back inside you as you squealed, mewling and clenching, hypersensitive. Kento hyperfocused on the squelch of your cunt like a man possessed, pressing his seed deeper and deeper.

"...just...allow me to..." He breathed heavily against your neck, pinning you down harder as you bucked and squirmed, "...make sure...that my cum is in exactly the right place--"

You stilled with a guttural groan when Kento's fingertips curled forwards, finding the dimpled opening of your cervix and urging his release towards it. Kento laughed, delirious, breathless in your ear.

"...shit...heaven's gate, hmm? Let's feel her suck it all up..." Kento snaked his other hand beneath you, releasing your mouth to primal gasps, and he had the audacity to tut at you when you whined, as he began working on your clit again, treading softly, gently. His first hand still plugged inside you, his wedding ring slippery with your cream, he began to rub your clit to orgasm again, eager to feel you clench and gulp his seed deeper.

"...got to--got to get tougher with this...shit-- can't stand...seeing you upset, I...get this in your belly if--if it's the last thing I do...you can take it, can't you? Mmm...proud of you-- good girl--"

You could do little but dig crescents into the gym mat with your fingertips, prone as Kento worked you with methodical madness, with both of his hands. Effortlessly, he pushed you past juddering hyperstimulation towards another orgasm, ruinous in its scope, making your belly ache with syrupy-sweet contractions.

Kento marvelled, his jaw going slack and eyes fluttering closed as he felt the twitches of your cervix against his fingertips, and the way your pussy sucked his seed upwards, his fingers ensuring it had nowhere else to go. He let you whimper and convulse this way, shuddering to think of his cum painting your womb.

"--give you a baby-- give you what you want...I...no more disappointment, I swear, I-- fuck, you goddess, I-- love you so much, lover, good girl..."

You flopped, dopey on the comedown, shivering as Kento reluctantly slid his fingers out of you, satisfied to see no more of his cum seeping out. He kissed you, overcome with longing, and peppering it over your eyes, your cheeks, your lips.

"I adore you." Kento intoned, and you believed every ounce of the weight of his love. You swallowed thickly, turning yourself to cup his cheek, faux-stern as his eyes glimmered down at you.

"You...were supposed to be...teaching me how to fight." Kento hummed, chuckling, enjoying the way your jaw dropped as he licked his fingers clean.

"Yes, well...another time, perhaps. For now...I'm sure the showers are free, Mrs.Nanami."

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