#he’d be such a good girl dad
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tags: fem reader, is called ‘mama’, you ‘n tsumu have a baby, fluff, suggestive, self indulgent i am having atsumu withdrawals
"who’s home?" you exclaim in a whisper to your wide-eyed baby who’s sat in your kitchen in front of you. her brows raise at the changed tone in your voice and the sound of the door. though she’s not of the age where words can fully be formulated, her eyes form small crescents as she reads over your face. small eyes matching your own and tiny baby teeth smiling as wide as yours.
the door opens and you hear a rustle of a backpack and coat, shoes making their way in before the door is locked with a click.
atsumu knew he wanted to have a baby with you. agreed to start trying after he’d won his first olympics, and a swollen belly became visible the first time you’d set down the pill and welcomed him with open legs.
"mmm," the blonde walks into the kitchen that’s lit up, smelling the food that you’d made and humming a satisfied moan. but he dramatically pauses in his tracks the second his daughter makes eye contact with him.
"who’s that?" he asks, face feigning innocence and curiosity. the same routine occurs every day, your baby knows it just as well. little legs flying to kick, accidentally hitting your arm, and small arms doing the same. a mixture of babbles following.
"is that…" he starts slowly, making his way to the high chair she’s sat at, arms extending towards his baby with a bib latched around her neck. "…my baby girl?" he finally exclaims, hands finding the underneath of her own, lifting her and bringing her to his broad chest—ignorant, or… he just doesn’t care about the baby food that smears from her bib to his practice jersey.
it’ll be washed anyways.
"you’re gonna make her throw up," you amuse, watching the way he holds her with a wide smile. the way he bounces her around when she hasn’t finished half of her food yet.
"‘s okay, mama. i’ll wash clothes tonight," he finally rests her against his chest, peering over her shoulder to you with a grin. "dinner smells good, what’d ya cook me, hm?" atsumu winks, taking a few steps to where you’re sat in front of a high chair, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.
and then he stays there another beat. "give mama a kiss," he says in a silly baby voice, widening his eyes once more to match your baby’s. and maybe she understood those words, but it made you laugh the way her arms reached to grab either side of your head. pulling hair as he pushed her messy lips to your cheek.
"ya love mama? mhm, me too," atsumu chimes, standing back up with your baby, finding a chair that was sat beside you and taking a seat.
he sets her tiny form on the table for a few seconds, knowing that if she did make any quick movements, you’d grab her while he slung his msby backpack over his shoulder and to the floor. then his big hands found her again, tickling her belly while holding his hand out for you to place her food for him to feed her.
"gonna make our plates," you smile at the two of them and their interactions.
and just like every night, you both finish eating sitting side by side. atsumu throws some clothes into the wash as he lays your baby down to sleep. and somehow, some way, he’s pulling you into the shower with him, like always.
because he knows you take the best care of your sweet baby while he’s away at games and practice and work. "mama deserves to be taken care of too," he reminds you, hot water dripping from his lips to yours.
#:(#he’s so#he’d be such a good girl dad#TRUST!!!#me and him have several babies I Would Know.#tw kids#miya atsumu x reader#atsumu#miya atsumu#atsumu x reader#msby atsumu#hq atsumu#haikyuu atsumu#atsumu x you#atsumu fluff#atsumu fic#atsumu miya#atsumu miya x reader#atsumu miya x you#atsumu miya x y/n#miya atsumu x you#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu fluff
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He’s lowkey gonna be one of those guys that’s 40+ and still single and sleeping around
well yes that’s the other possibility !
#but i’d like to think there’s someone out there for him to settle down with yknow 😭#he’d be such a good girl dad
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im sooo obsessed with your jayce fics and hcs <3 i would love to know what more you’d think ab girl dad jayce bc I think he’d be such a good girl dad it’s not even funny
AAA thank you im glad you enjoy them!! jayce is a worm inside my head and he won’t leave……
as for girl dad jayce(my beloved!!!!!)
is the type of dad to “i’ll race ya!” every time he and his daughter are close to home (he always lets her win ofc)
if it’s modern au, he goes to every single concert, play, graduation, sport event, daddy-daughter day LITERALLY EVERYTHING
you will not catch jayce in the back of these events either!!! he’s front row, cheering his lil girl on
is the loudest parent too
also hangs up every single piece of art work she gives him
like probably has entire filing cabinets full of just random little bits of “oh this was when she first started writing the alphabet!” or “oh the first time she finger painted!!!”
he cries over every single piece he keeps onto bc he loves them all so much (never gets rid of them)
takes sooooooo many photos too!!
physically i think he would get sick and die if he had to tell his little girl no 😭
his s/o is 100% the voice of reason when it comes to this
is so proud of his daughter oh he probably yaps about her to anyone who will listen
hand crafts jewelry for his daughter as well, specially likes to use her birth stone in everything
throws his lil girl the BIGGESTTTT bday parties too omg he goes all out (unless she asks him not too)
gets her a crown, buys her her so many gifts, and oh he so rents a bouncy castle for her i just KNOW IT
HE SOOOOOO CRIED when he first met his daughter like full BIG TEARS
cried for days afterwards too
“she’s just so perfect”
besides being just a great dad i know he’d be a great partner too like constantly taking care of his s/o!! he’d be the one to get up at 2:52 am to change a diaper or feed!! 100% encourages his s/o to take breaks and he’ll watch their child and is just so involved UGHHHHHH
#zevrra zevrra!#—ask box#zevrra replies#zevrra’s hc’s#anon reply#anon response#arcane#arcane hcs#jayce talis#jayce talis fluff#jayce talis hcs#jayce hc’s#jayce x gn!reader#JAYCE IS SO YUMMYYYYYY#i need him#i need him RN!!!#he would be such a good dad#i just know he’d be the best partner and dad ugh#that goes for viktor as well!!!#i could go on and on and on and on about girl dad jayce ugh
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Ever After High can be so easily spun as reform vs revolution it’s not even funny. The children of fairytales figures being pigeonholed into retelling the same stories all over again, only with different characters in different contexts. Royals defending good people holding up the status quo vs Rebels realizing the system itself is bullshit. Like moving past the obvious theme of “should stories be retold or reimagined?” there’s Something to be said about how a DOLL LINE accidentally said being a liberal dooms you to become your parents
#doc talks#ever after high#Apple is like. THE blueprint for That Kinda Teen#the socially conscious but out of touch rich girl who wants to do good and help others#but ultimately she’s a rich girl who lives in a big house and has a cop dad#and GASPS infuriated when you suggest that if he was a good cop he’d quit the force
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You can pry girl dad Mark Winters out of my cold dead hands.
#Okay hear me out he was one and he would be still if whatever happened to mama winters didn’t happen they were a super close family he was a#girl dad and then tragedy. And things were difficult for him and then obviously he became a villain. So he and Ashe are more distant now an#their relationship is more strained but at the end of the day he loves Ashe so much and would do anything for her as long as she got to be#safe and happy. He’s a villain but he’s letting her hang out with the prime defenders because he knows they’re good for her! He became a#villain so he’d be able to support her. He loves her so much and he has an odd way of showing it but I’ve seen just how much this character#loves his child so much despite it all he’s not perfect no one is but he does everything he does so Ashe will be safe and secure and once a#girl dad always a girl dad he loves his trans daughter very much and he’s always supported her and he’s still a girl dad no matter what#I just have so many feelings about Mark Wavelength#I take back the thing I said about them saving bino instead of wavelength back I take it back so hard oh my god#jrwi#jrwi prime defenders#mark winters#wavelength#I JUST READ A FIC AND HE WAS SUCH A SHITTY DAD IN IT HES NOT HES A GIRL DAD WHO LOVES HIS DAUGHTER SO MUCH#I’m a Mark Winters defender and will always be one from now on#Mark wavelength I’m only on episode fifteen don’t do something heinous that makes me eat my words please I believe in you
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just remembered a wip i had which was jay at uni meeting normal people and desperately trying to act cool and normal whilst internally screaming about being in a whole new place with all new people and not having his gang with him
#i only wrote one scene where jay meets one of his flatmates#and he’s trying to make casual normal conversation & asks her who her parents are#bc that has always mattered! on the isle or at auradon prep your parentage was also a Conversation Starter#and the girl is just like ……what. why do you want to know that#but she tells him and jay makes it into a joke like hehe oh yes i met them at a soirée once. amazing company#and the girl is like ok who are YOUR parents. knowing full well who he is#and jay says that his dad fosters puppies. and the girl says that sounds like a good life and he’s like ohhh just the BEST#i really. love exploring jay at uni i’ve written a couple of things i’ve never finished#like!!! for the first time for years he’s well and truly all alone!!!!#and at least the isle & ap had similarities. uni is just full of very normal people who don’t particularly give a shit#and jay who is like THE guy who cares about everything so much all the time and how people are reacting to him and he’s desperately trying+#to be so cool and unbothered whilst trying not to revert to his isle tactics regarding people who may be threats#just. being somewhere so so new. with no one he knows. everyone else is so far away. and jay is missing his gang like he’d miss+#his body parts. and it’s like. jays always buried his own emotions & hurt so he can better protect his gang#and now he has no gang to protect#and he is just laid absolutely bare. and also constantly stressing about not being there for the others#i just think he’d have an absolutely awful start to uni <3#descendants#jay son of jafar
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sugishita gives you cute, fat babies fyi
#firstborn is a girl and he’s OBSESSED#doesn’t express much outwardly but the way he dotes on her … does her hair and dresses her in the cutest softest nicest clothes#sugishita#one of those spiffy babies whose always in high quality linen or denim overalls and shiny shoes …#takes her out so often … never wants to leave her behind when you go out#refuses to let people aside from family and ume babysit#takes her out in the yard and shows her all the plants and whispers to her#SHRJKEJSKRIOSIRITOIYOYIT#and she’s so fat and squishy too :(((#his second in a son and then he’s done me thinks#he’d be a good daddy#I need to write Wb dad headcanons so bad but I’m scared#gen#kids tw
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referring to people with mental illnesses as like “healed” in later life is not something i fw because it just sounds like thinly veiled ableism and a very big disconnect to understanding how people with mental illnesses function and can function later in life even if they have a difficulty doing so in earlier stages of life (:
#saw this bcs someone made art of “healed dazai” where he’s not in his bandages which. firstly no ? and secondly no ?#“healed” girl he’s not damaged#i also see people saying this abt if like. dazai had kids#and i’ve been stuck on the thought of dazai being a father for a whileeee bcs no 1 girl dad#he’s alr letting kyouka deck him out in funky clips and headbands with pom poms on#like that man was born for tea parties and tiaras but a mentally ill person doesn’t have to be “healed” to have children#the way that i see it is through the source content we see he has such a huge disconnect with what he thinks vs how he feels#and later in life he comes to have a better understanding of that#but that doesn’t mean he’s “healed” and anyone who talks about mental illness like it can be cured needs to dieeee#but. yeah tldr dazai would have one daughter and then want five more#he’d be so good w imaginary games like wym mr bear wont share his crackers with u? jail for mr bear immediately. life without the possibly#of parole for mr bear!!!! justice for his little girl!!!#man.#dazai and fatherhood is something that can be so personal#sobbing thinking about it. man#MAN!!!!!!!!#there’s still a spiral to be had about having kids and the way that dazai views himself#and how he views life. but like i can’t think abt it it will make me cry but#he’s good w kids. he would be good w his own if only not to introduce them to the same suffering and confusion he had#like the thought of passing on his genes? terrifying#sage enough. ENOUGHHHH anyway.
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Anyways the Winters family dog will always be a service dog to me,,, sources? Absolutely none, but it would make so much sense. I mean the torment Ashe has definitely gone through mentally and physically since her moms death, a service dog would be absolutely perfect for her and Mark both
#The consist amount of panic attacks and flash back eps she’s probably had since it happened#not to mention the definite episodes marks had to have had aswell#plus if your a big chronic pain Ashe truther like me#Mark may not be a good dad but he does love her#he wouldn’t want to just leave her home alone for ridiculous stretches of time with nothing there to help her#and sure that could mean just getting the dog but I feel like he’d take it the step farther to make sure it was a service dog#he may not have a goddamn clue what he’s doing but I’ll be damned if he isn’t at least trying to help Ashe thru the isolation#and fucking mental decline that poor girls def been in since she was like 8#jrwi#jrwi pd#prime defenders#ashe winters#mark winters
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thinking about girl dad orpheus again. sigh
#ooc.#stares at the gifset i sent eve#it’s so…#girl dad orph and piggyback rides#or taking them to dance/vocal lessons#playing dress up with them#TEA PARTIESS#letting them do his hair#HE’D BE SUCH A GOOD DAD LISTEN#bro’s the dad that lets them sneak cookies from the jar and HATES playing bad cop
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Everyone look at this perfect picture of my dog I took today
#this is her new LinkedIn photo and she will get all the jobs for being such a good girl#little do they know she was sitting like this in an attempt to impress her dad so much that he’d let her have some of his chocolate milk#(he did not)#daisy
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so i've seen the sara mini episode.
#i will. be putting spoilers in tags so beware 👍#so many thoughts i’m AAAA#the implication that if sara hadn’t introduced ryoko to joe that he’d still be alive????#ryoko’s whole ‘sara... joe… i’ll see you tomorrow right?’ or however she worded it.#shut UP#SARAS DAD MAKING HER FIGHT HIM TO LEAVE?????#the man only gets more insane the more we learn okay#AND RYOKOS SO PRETTY????#gah sara and joe just being best friends my heart literally feels like it could tear in two good Bye#i def have more to say abt it but i am tired rn#LMAO ALSO ‘sexy lady’ just made me think of the sexy onee chan from the vivid old tale pj/sk event#i miss them so much yt/td hyperfix come back to me please#i went from it being one of my main fandoms to not really anymore i’m sorry to the ppl who followed me for it#i had it super associated w someone who isn’t in my life anymore but i don’t think of it that way anymore so!! hopefully i’ll be back more#esp when the last part drops :)#POINT BEING I MISS THEM AND I LOVE THEM AND IM VERY SAD#ALSO I MISSED SARAS INSANE POTENTIAL RESPONSES SO MUCH#the girl of all time she’s so beloved to me
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Wait shit tomorrow is thanks giving can’t a bitch get a god damn break huh.
#my aunt invited herself and her family over also different aunt then the one who broke in#and. like we were like we only want us here it’s going to be too hard on my mom#and then she was like well it’s okay it’ll just be me my husband and my daughter like girl#and then today after my mom fell and it was a whole ordea#she’s fine she keeps trying to sit on tables or where there’s nothing to sit on so like I had to catch her in my arms and she sat in my arms#like I was a chair and wouldn’t get up when I asked so I had to slowly lower her to the ground#more upset bc it was just me in the house and I can’t pick her up from the ground by myself like I can help her up from a sitting hit but no#not the floor#and it took like 10 m for my dad to get here#also my grandma is on the phone during all this im trying to like keep my mom from falling then im trying to like gently put her down then#im trying to stop her from hurting her self in her attempts to get up#and she’s on the phone with my aunt#I can hear my aunt#and im yelling#we are in the same room right she’s on a chair on the other side of the couch from where this is happening#and im yelling grandma#ask aunts name for help pls pls pls ask her if she can come help#and my grandma just keeps chitchatting and im like then I just go aunts name can you hear me hello#and im pretty sure like tm grandma told my aunt shout what happened but was like yeah it’s fine (my dads name)#is on the way he’ll be here idk mayeb thirty#and it’s like grandma I haven’t been able to call my dad yet#that’s like when he estimated he’d be back from his errand#then she’s like yeah we’re fine here (my moms name) just fell it’s ok#and then I finally go grandma hang up ps bc my mom couldn’t here me through all of my grandma talking and me talking and my mom crying#and then my aunt texts me liek you good and I call her and say can you pls come here I need help pls#anyways she was closer then my dad but still ended up arriving after him which is just classic her#she was late to her own second marriage which was incredible bc#she sang while walking herself down the isle you can’t be late if you do something bonkers like that#anyways after all thsi I go like we need to not have many people around they say only 1-2 people and my aunt goes yeah I know but it’s okay#it’s just going to be the three of us coming and it’s like girl the 1-2 includes my and my brothers and her husband can you count dog like
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☆ cw. fem! reader, husband nanami, dad bod, mating press, protected -> unprotected, size kink, bręeding, praise, mdni.
it’s something hot about how husband! nanami just isn’t aware of how big he really is.
he’s insanely thick - easily stretching you with only just a few vast inches inviting its way in between your slippery entrance. the rubbery tip of the condom nearly snags against your gripping insides as he moves, hovering his soft weight above you. heavy, rushed pants of breath drag out from each lung as he looks down at you lovingly. just a mere glimpse of you, and he’s already ready to propose to you all over again.
“f.. fuck, sweetheart. hold on t’ me.” he’d grunt with two beefy arms held against either side of you.
curled twines of blond hair paint a nice bushy portion of his chest like a canvas. it starts near his neck before trailing further down toward his plump abdomen. nanami’s tucking his head into the crook of your shoulder, silently gasping at each veiny inch that disappears inside. “k- kento,” you moan, one of your legs hooking around his wide snapping waist. he’s hesitant before his hands pull your legs way up to your chest. “mmp- don’t stop, baby.”
“hah- promise,” he groans through clenched teeth, his jaw locking by the second. the stretch he creates was so good that it’s got nanami falling right into your chest. his body was practically akin to a pillow, and he’s squishing himself on top of you before your cunt squeezes around him. fuck- fuck- fuck- that same word chants in his empty brain, nearly slipping out a hoarse whimper at how slick you coated the entirety of his cock. “c’mon, sweetheart. open for me like ‘y always do. gooood, biiiig stretch for kento.”
but as he’s gradually bucking his unsteady hips into you while gently placing a hand on top of your tummy, the two of you are met with a loud abrupt ‘snaaap!’ sound, and nanami pauses.
literally - the condom pitifully snaps apart, ignoring gravity as the now ruined rubber tightens around his shaft. nanami’s panting in your neck as his entire body quivers over you before he mumbles out a raspy, “o.. oh.. shit.”
it’s rare for him to swear, but at that particular moment, you throbbed, impatiently chewing on the skin that lived on your bottom lip.
your bare heel rubs soothing circles around his tense back muscles as you suddenly meet his lustful gaze.
his eyes - they’re shining almost. the more you peer into his fawn, almond eyes, the more you got lost in his gentle, ardent stare.
“i- it’s okay,” you’d breathlessly mumble, feeling his dick retreat its way out of your sopping pussy. it’s a loud, sobbing ‘pshs’ sound that slops from your vocal pussy before you shakily whimper, “go raw, ken.”
“hah- dirty girl,” he’d groan, pressing three wet open-mouthed kisses against your temple. in immediate response, your body shudders underneath him as you hear as you feel him starting to shuffle.
with a single veiny hand, nanami snatches the snugly-fit condom off of his length before tossing it in the nearby trash bin. “ ‘m not sure if i’d last long…my lo- oh fuuuck.”
nanami’s dead silent.
shallow, shaky breath falls from his rose-colored lips as the v-shaped head of his blushing cock lightly taps against your slobbery cunt.
you’re so soaked, abundantly pouring from all sides as your legs remain prettily spread and folded. nanami himself couldn’t help but stare, openly gawking as he’s slowly creating a nasty full thrust.
just one-
a single thrust that’s making you both fall against each other at once. he’s laid right over your body, being careful not to crush you as he grunts at the occasional clenches of your cunt.
the best way to describe nanami was like a teddy bear, so soft ‘n round from all angles. with him having you in mating press, you’re feeling all of his weight plummet down onto you, each pound of his cock becoming deeper within every swallowing inch. it’s got you speechless, moaning continuously as a few strands of his chest hair collide against your skin.
“mmpf- s.. so big, ‘ken,” you’d moan, twisting your toes in anticipation at the raw friction.
he’s so big - even bigger without the rubber it seemed, and you gasped once you felt his soft foreskin slide its way inside. truth be told though, you’d never get used to his size no matter how many times he’s stuffed you full. your gummy convulsing walls merrily greeted nanami’s shaft as your arms wrapped around his rounded belly. “ugh- there, right fuckin’ thereee.”
“god- woman, you’re just.. huuh- askin’ for another baby,” nanami grumbles, blond brows creasing together as he tenderly rubs a wide palm in a circle around your tummy.
his dick’s thoroughly massaging through you perfectly, and he’s sucking his teeth at the natural feeling. your slickness coats him so good, and he’s still got you in the lewdest mating press with your knees shoved against your chest. “ ‘s that what you want, princess?” and as he speaks, his voice lowers, feeling your tummy anxiously tuck inward. “you’d look so pretty again all plump.”
with a look of meek, you cup his face, gently stroking a thumb over the crack of his parted, pouty lips. “mhm-” you’d nod, holding in a gasp once he presents your pussy with one vigorous thrust.
it’s sharp- and you whimper at how his cockhead slammed itself deep against your clit. as your thighs frantically shook, nanami holds them up before playfully tilting his head at your response.
“mhm?” he repeats your little mumble, a hiss nearly slipping through his clenched teeth as he pulls out before sloppily pulling back in.
the slimy squelches that followed were just the definition of wet. each dramatic-sounding squelch that yelped out between your legs had nanami on the verge of shooting blanks right then and there. not just there and there but inside you, too.
as dewdrops of sweat dribble from all sides of his head, nanami presses a sticky wet kiss against the crevice of your mouth. “use those pretty words, i wanna.. wanna hear my sloppy wife talk to me nice.”
“k— kentooo, please,” you’d whimper, writhing underneath his soft body. he’s pressed up against you, practically suffocating your body with his huggable warmth. each barreling inch he spent inside you had you drooling from the inside of your mouth. nanami hums, sneaking a kiss on your damp lips before feeling you claw a hand down his chiseled back. “hah- cum inside. f- fuck me.”
exactly at your sweet pleading words, you felt his dick throb inside of you. it’s more of a sporadic twitch, and it makes you let off a cute ‘ooooh!’
nanami slumps his head in between your sore jiggling breasts, sliding a tongue down the crack of your chest before groaning. “f.. fuck, when you ask me like that, can’t r- resist, honey,” and his voice dripped with such sensuous desire. nanami’s shaft greedily kisses its way against your pearled clit before his entire body erupts into vicious shakes.
he knew he wouldn’t last long at all - especially raw because once he’s starting to swell from the very tip, he’s gutturally groaning right between your tits. gluey golden strands of hair tickled against you as he’s cumming hard, whimpering into your chest.
nanami’s entire body quakes violently, and his thrusts switch from rhythmic to pathetically sloppy within seconds..
even still, you’re folded in such a pretty way, taking each slobbery drop that fills into your cunt deeply, and you moaned once his dripping tongue glides a path down toward your sensitive nipples. “mmph-” he’d grunt, muffling himself as he’s still dumping such a thick load.
nanami guides a hand down between your legs, smearing the back of his wedding ring against your flooding pussy. with a loud pop! your nipple wetly plops out between his lips and he holds still.
“take it, sweetheart. ‘s all for you,” nanami lowly whispers against your clammy chest, his heavy eyelids flapping shut. your warmth - it’s so balmy inside, and he’s already shuddering once his leaky tip sprinkles the final remnants of cum deep into your womb. it leaves a beautiful dry taste in his mouth, and nanami uses a thumb to spread a flap of your folds apart. “she’s s- so pretty.”
“f- fuck..” you’d suck in a airy moan, panting at the pitching faint spurts of wetness that echoes through your ears. gooey, thin torrents of cum run down the opening of your cunt as he pulls out, and you gasp once nanami suddenly flips you over.
now - you’re laid on your chest with your hips raised, ass arched up, and your neck most certainly raised.
“hah- forgive…me,” nanami throatily murmurs, using the back of his wedding ring once more to slither down your cream-coated pussy. his tone, it’s far lower this time—raspy with a bit of a smoky airiness to it.
oh- you were just an entire mess. he’s already licking his lips as he takes in the beauty of his wife’s backside, immediately feeling his sensitive dick twitch at the coarse, arching sight.
the way his cum just messily cascades down between your syrupy slit, splattering onto the silk white sheets in the process - he wanted more..
nanami hungrily rolls out his tongue before licking your pussy from top to bottom—shamelessly relishing in his bittersweet taste that soaks against his sizzling buds. the viscous mess glitters a sheeny filthy coat onto his pursed lips before he huffs, sitting back up.
with a soft little tap, you whine, feeling the familiar upturned curve of nanami’s hardened tip smack against your cum-slobbering entrance again and again..
“arch a bit more for me. atta girl, mhm- let’s.. hah- aim for triplets this time, my love..”
#★vegasbaby.#nanami smut#nanami x reader#nanami x you#nanami kento smut#female reader#nanami kento#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x you#jjk smut#jjk x you#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#aggnm
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hotch's little sister x spencer perhaps?
—Hotch’s sister graduates college, and Spencer is immediately smitten. fem, 1.6k
“She’s pregnant.” Emily shakes her bag of chips around. “But it’s not his baby.”
Spencer frowns down at his sandwich. Rye bread is hard to cut, and the plastic knife isn’t putting up a good fight. “That’s awful,” he says. “He must be heartbroken.”
“He’s distraught. Now he can’t decide if he wants to stay and raise the new baby with their first, or leave her and have split custody.”
“What channel did you say it was on?”
“It’s on NightDrama. I’ll find out the number.”
Emily folds the empty packet of chips into a rectangle, then that rectangle into a triangle, folding the edges inside of a fold to create a parcel perfect for flicking at him. Spencer waits for it, tensing, but what he sees behind Emily steals his attention.
She whips her head to follow him.
You are, as Spencer watches you walk in, without a doubt one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen. And it’s not like you’re a model, you don’t walk with any such confidence, but it strikes him immediately. You’re pretty. And he’s never seen you in the office before.
They get visitors occasionally but the majority of people so deep into this office would've been checked at security and cleared to come up here. You hold a visitors badge in your hand, which you promptly clip onto your shirt when you see people looking at you. Your frown makes you prettier. Something about the way you stand seems familiar, but Spencer can’t put his finger on what it is.
“Should we go help?” Emily asks.
“Who do you think she’s for?” Spencer asks back. He’s thinking you’re here to speak to JJ. They have people like this occasionally who JJ knows from past cases, drifting in on a hope that there’s more detail to be found.
Emily stands up from her chair. Spencer follows suit. When you see her facing toward you, some of your apprehension melts into relief.
“Hi,” you say breathily, summoning a smile that, again, seems familiar. Not in looks, but practise, maybe.
“Hi there, can we help? You look lost,” Emily says.
She sounds more friendly than Spencer could’ve hoped to achieve. He doesn’t even wanna think about it, from how pretty you are he would’ve stumbled over even the most basic hello.
“I’m here to see Aaron Hotchner. He told me his office is up the stairs, is that still one of these ones,” —you nod gently at the stairs that do, in fact, lead to his office— “or somewhere else?”
“That’s the right one, the very first door.”
“Okay,” you give a soft laugh. “Thank you. This place makes me nervous.”
You leave to travel up the steps. Emily and Spencer watch without any casualness as you approach Hotch’s office door, and give a little knock.
It’s more surprising to see it tugged open so quickly after. Hotch usually says, “Come in.”
“Oh, you’re here,” Hotch says. It’s to Spencer’s shock and Emily’s clear joy when he leans in for a hug. The bearhug kind, no politeness or manners about their intimidating boss as his arms cross behind your shoulders and he pulls you in. “You’re late.” He squeezes you.
You let it happen. “I hate your building.”
“What the hell?” Emily whispers.
“I’m so happy to see you. Come on, come in, I ordered lunch for us already.”
Emily is shameless. She takes Spencer by the wrist and encourages him to the wall below Hotch’s office as he ushers you inside. The door remains ajar, perfect for snooping, and Spencer doesn’t know what it is but he lets Emily drag him forward anyhow.
“If that’s his girlfriend, he should be ashamed,” Emily whispers.
Spencer raises his brows. “Did you think that was romantic?”
“I’ve never seen him show affection to anyone who wasn’t Haley, and when was the last time she was here?”
Spencer tosses it around in his mind. Sure, it was quite affectionate by Hotch’s standards, but the hug was so… uncareful. He’d grabbed you and hugged you like he was gonna shake you around for fun, like a dad hugs his daughter. “How old is Hotch?” Spencer asks.
“You don’t think that’s his secret kid.”
“No,” Spencer says, though he sort of does.
Emily gestures for him to hush as your laugh drifts down from the office. “You did?” you’re asking. “It’s so nice to be home.”
“Of course I did. It’s like I promised, okay? You finished college like I asked you too, you’ve done so well, and now I’m gonna make sure you’re happy. Like I tried to do for Sean.”
“Sean,” you sigh. “He didn’t even answer my grad card.”
“I don’t know what to say about him, I really don’t.”
A small pause. “Well, at least you answered.”
“You know I would’ve come to watch you walk–”
“But you couldn’t. It’s fine, Aaron, I wasn’t really expecting you to make it.”
“I’m sorry. Really. And I’m proud of you, after everything.”
“Thank you… The bag was better than you being there anyways. Coach?” You laugh breathily. “My friends keep asking me if you can be their big brother too.”
Emily and Spencer turn to each other, mouths agape, Emily slapping his arm as they struggle to make no noise. Since when does Aaron have a sister? A young sister freshly graduated?
Hotch laughs too. “Come and sit before your lunch gets cold.”
Emily gets out her phone to text Morgan, she and Spencer pressed to the wall with their heads ducked. Hotch is a total enigma, because what the hell sort of secret is that?
When Morgan appears, it’s with all the answers. He rolls his eyes at their clear position of eavesdropping but leans against Emily’s desk to give them the information they’re craving anyways. “She’s adopted. Hotch was already in college at the time, but they’re close. They get along a lot better than Hotch does with Sean, that’s for sure.”
“He sounds protective,” Emily says, side-eying the office.
“Look, it’s not my business, but I just know it was bad when she was a teenager. Hotch is a drill sergeant for a reason.” Ah, Spencer thinks. The Hotchner father.
Spencer picks at his hands. It explains the conversation he shouldn’t have been listening to, to a degree. He feels the guilt of knowing something he wasn’t meant to like a sodden weight, retreating swiftly to his desk and his forgotten sandwich.
It’s nice to hear Hotch laughing, but it’s your laugh that draws him in again while he tries so hard not to listen. It’s as attractive to Spencer as your frown had been when you walked in. He thinks about how you finished college, how you’re here, and he wonders if he’ll see more of you —how often will you come in for lunch? Spencer checks his hair in his sleeping monitor and feels like an idiot.
“I’m sorry,” Hotch says a little while later, elbowing open the door with his back to the office, “we’ll have dinner soon, honey, I promise.”
You reach up to give him another quick hug. “It’s fine. It’s just nice to be in the same city again.”
Hotch guides you down to the bullpen with the same pride with which he introduced Jack. It’s unmissable, the love he has for you in just one touch against your shoulder. “Y/N,” he says, pausing at the bullpen, “Derek Morgan you’ve met. This is Emily Prentiss and Spencer Reid.”
“Spencer Reid?” you ask suddenly, looking up into Hotch’s face like he’s lying, your brows pulled together in indignation, before you turn back to Spencer reverently. “You’re Dr. Spencer Reid?”
He gets caught on his own breath. “Uh, yes?”
“The Dr. Spencer Reid who wrote Methods of Continued Fraction Expansions?”
Spencer feels heat like a kiss to each cheek. “Yes.”
You turn to Hotch with a suspicious pout. “When I told you about the paper I was reading by a Dr. Reid a few months ago, you didn’t stop to think it could be your Dr. Reid? Or you just don’t like me?”
That’s a sister’s scorn if Spencer’s ever heard it.
“I thought you said Rain.”
“I don’t think you did.” You turn back to Spencer. “I can’t believe it, I emailed you about Jacobi elliptical functions, you were so helpful, I owe you my degree.” You put your hand out with a beaming, beautiful smile, Spencer’s stomach totally flips. “It’s amazing to meet you in person.”
He’s a germaphobe, he is, and that doesn’t just go away when you meet someone lovely, but he shakes your hand. You surprise him too quickly to think beyond taking your hand letting it happen. You’re, like, glowing.
Hotch gives him a funny look. Mostly impassive, but not quite.
Spencer abruptly lets you go. “I don’t think you would’ve needed my help to get there in the end. You clearly knew what you were doing.”
Hotch’s eyebrows silently rise.
You turn back to Hotch again, your smile catching. “I like your friends.”
He smiles. “Let me walk you down to the lobby, honey.”
You let him guide you away, giving the present members of the BAU a wave with just your fingers before you go.
Morgan and Emily look at him heavily. “Spencer,” Emily says. “What was that?”
He doesn’t want to say what he thinks it was, so he doesn’t. “She was nice.”
Morgan’s laughter is immediate. Spencer has to walk off to the kitchen for a cup of tea he doesn’t drink to escape him and the connotation of his laughing. Spencer hopes he’ll see you again soon, though if he’s half a good a profiler as he thinks he is, he might end up in trouble with your brother.
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I came out to my dad as bisexual at 14 and I was PANICKED because I had a crush on a guy in my Boy Scout troop and thought I was Going To Hell Forever and he was so kind and understanding of my distress, but he had NO idea what bisexuality was. He just said “yeah but you like girls too? This is normal. Everyone is like this.” And I love my dad and trust him with my life to this day and the idea that the concept of bisexuality had not occurred to him had not occurred to me so I put it off.
By 16 though I had a crush on like THREE boys. Three entire boys in my Boy Scout troop. I felt like my sin was slowly advancing, until like an untreated cancer it had become metastatic. I remember bawling my L’il limp-wristed sissy eyes out in his big rumbly truck on the way home from a scout meeting and him telling me that it was OK, that he still loved me if I was gay, but that he knew I wasn’t gay because I still had crushes on women and that meant I was straight. I didn’t quite know how to explain that those felt *~*different*~* and that I felt like I was losing a fight to evil inside me but I again felt comforted by his reassurances and his genuine fatherly love.
At 18 I was like “hey I’m realizing all my friends are going on missions. I don’t wanna do that. Idk how to say that and I don’t have a ‘good enough’ reason to not wanna go.” So I just put it off. Again, my parents were extremely supportive of the information I gave them (I blamed it on perpetually forgetting to start the paperwork.) and one day my mom texted me that she had done the paperwork for me! And that all I needed was to get a physical! So I did that (it was awkward af tbh, my hernia check was done by a trainee doctor and she spent like 3 minutes fishing around my inguinal canals before her attending rescued me) and was sent to Mexico City where I learned that in addition to dipshit himbos with strong hands and scruffy guys with artistic hearts I was REALLY into chubby Latin men with strong personalities who bullied me a little when I lived in Mexico.
I remember my first companion got annoyed with me during an argument and said we were just gonna wrestle and whoever won the wrestling match won the argument (I stg I am dead serious this happened.) I was like…SWEATING when he tore off his tie and threw his white button-down shirt onto the ground (I won btw, don’t ask me how).
I remember one of my companions with this really intense, almost manic energy telling me that he was gonna make sure I was safe in a new area I didn’t know very well. He cooked breakfast for me and we’d go shopping together on P-Days and in the mornings before breakfast he’d jog around and do pull-ups with his shirt off and I’d do anything but look at him because my face would break out in a sweat so intense he’d think I was crying and come over to see if I was OK and somehow make it worse. He let me play D&D with myself in the evenings even though it was against mission rules because he knew how lonely and stressed I was.
I remember one of my companions was a big chubby man with a loud voice and a great sense of humor. He was kind and direct when addressing conflicts with me, and always bragged about how he knew the secrets of women’s minds and it felt like he really did since it almost always boiled down to “Treat Them Like People and Love Them a Lot. Don’t Stop Being A Person For Them. Also Eat Them Out Sloppy Style.” Our P-Day activities sometimes felt like dates, and it seemed like he was more attentive to my emotional state than I was since he was always the first to suggest we slow down our Divinely Mandated, God-Ordained, Super Sacred Work and Wonder to get a snack or check out a Pawn Shop (I love Pawn Shops).
I remember another companion who asked me to bully him every time he did something against his goal of losing weight. It was like he gave me Carte Blanche to take out my crush on him by being a nuisance and I LOVED that. I remember having a breakdown one day after we’d spent the afternoon frantically cleaning our disgusting-barely-habitable mission house to make it look less vile that it was (not our fault imo?) and I started bawling and he pulled me into a hug and he smelled good and he told me he knew it wasn’t just the house and that I was mad at him for being a Huge Dickhead for about a week (true) and that he would work on it. (He’s also a huge chaser but that’s a separate thing.)
I remember one of my companions waking up early (and our schedule is already built for sleep deprivation) to make me a “birthday cake” from knock-off Nutella and bread. He used matches for candles and woke me up, lit the ‘candles,’ pulled them out, then smashed it in my face and took a bunch of pictures while I was still madrugada and disoriented as fuck. He had the same sense of humor as one of my HS crushes and I could push his buttons pretty easily which was so fun.
I came home from my mission and started back at BYU where I became actively and aggressively suicidal. I had a stalker the year I moved up there and my dad’s solution to that was to get me a gun. I know he wouldn’t have bought me a gun if he could have read my mind, but I had a loaded pistol under my bed during a trifecta faith/sexuality/gender crisis and that was not helpful. I remember that the day I decided to kill myself I figured I’d call the BYU CAPS and see if I could get into therapy because it felt like what I was “supposed to do” so I could check my suicide boxes. My therapist was the guy who’d helped me pick a major the year before and was this drop-dead gorgeous Hawaiian man who cried when I told him how I’d been feeling.
A few weeks into therapy I met another stunning man with soft eyes and a scruffy illegal-at-BYU beard he kept pushing his luck with. He was funny, kind, patient, married, and wouldn’t give me the time of day if he knew I was crushing on him. We were in my history of psych class, which was inarguably the worst psych class I have ever had, and we studied together for every assignment and test and I realized that my feelings for him and for all the men I’d already mentioned were in direct conflict with my faith and relationship with God. My already agonizing spiritual conflict became even more wretched and as a result of this plus some other tightly-packed experiences with Mormonisms bullshit, I left the church.
After leaving the church I decided to move back to AZ and transfer to ASU. My mom helped me get a dog since I think it had started to dawn on my family that my mental health was barely getting me through the day, and she knew that we both loved dogs. Madi made my last year at BYU livable while I got my shit together and transferred. In that last year, I went on a date with quite possibly the only semi-openly-out trans person on BYU campus. It was not a great date imo, I was not doing well, but the person I spoke with was fun and fascinating and talked to me about Gender Dysphoria and it really cemented my need to go. To leave and never come back to that fucking school.
I started at ASU a month after my last semester at BYU and within a very short time frame it felt like I was coming back together, like a puzzle magically putting itself together in an environment that wasn’t slowly draining that puzzle’s will to live.
On the 4th of July, the year I started at ASU, I saw a transition timeline photo of a gorgeous happy beautiful happy radiant happy woman and her former Mormon missionary self and I realized the light that was on in her eyes was the light that was off in mine. I looked into transitioning for 3 days, sleeping about 10 hours total during that time. I started talking to other trans people on Reddit (one of whom is now my beautiful fiancée @cintailed) and after about a month of making preparations to be disowned and kicked out, something I was not sure would happen but was ready to go through to Turn On The Lights, I came out to my family and it was amazing. I started HRT a month after that. I secretly dated some dorky guys for about a year while I applied to grad schools. I got into a great grad school for me and my needs. I got FFS. I did my trainings and classes. Me and my fiancée moved in together after some LDR shenanigans. We’ve lived together now for 4 years of basically marital bliss. We have a cat named Grandmother Esmeralda Weatherwax who bites the hell out of my feet about three times a day. My bi-cycle continues to be part of my life but now it’s not as scary. Baby gays in my life have started to look to me for advice. Idk how this all happened so fast. When the years, months, weeks, days, and hours seems to crawl by so slowly now they are rushing past me so fast it’s almost bewildering. Whereas before I felt like I was living on borrowed time, past my ‘expiration date,’ now it feels like I can Fucking Breathe. I’m training myself to slow down now and it feels worth it to Live In The Moment.
Idk why I wrote this. Idk why these thoughts only seem to come up on Sundays when I’m supposed to be writing my dissertation. Idk why I’m crying rn or why I feel so happy. I’m gonna post this shit then get on with my dissertation I guess. Read more Terry Pratchett and give yourselves the time you need. Get a pet. Talk to someone. Re-examine the events that brought you here. Be gayer. Love y’all 💕
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