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waking up with husband!kento nanami on his birthday / sfw
malaysia…
kento could feel it so clearly, the sand between his toes, warm on the surface then cooler when his feet dig in. the smell of the ocean, breathing lungfuls of the salty scent. it all felt so real.
except it wasn’t.
except he wasn’t in malaysia, he was stuck in the underground of shibuya station instead. the smell clinging to his nostrils is the one of his own blood, exhausted feet constricted by the leather of his shoes— his trusty pair, the one that had accompanied him on his commute to and from his shitty workplace, the one that walked him into death’s hands.
“ken…? ken!”
he jolts up with a gasp, eyes wide an hyper-vigilant. his throat is parched, he feels like he can’t breathe in properly until— a hand. soft, feather-light and warm, resting on his arm.
“another nightmare?”
you.
kento turns his head slowly, your worried face filling his field of vision. the only face he had promised to protect, to bring away from all the atrocities of his life, to never, ever, let that expression cross your features again. but unfortunately, his tainted memories managed to tear through the veil of sleep with their cruel claws, plaguing his nights.
“yeah,” he manages to croak weakly. “but i’m okay now, please don’t worry. i’m fine.”
your knitted brows relax, just a bit, when his hand reaches for yours, grabbing it to bring it to his lips, meeting the skin with a gentle kiss. “that’s a relief,” you whisper, a smile finally finding its way onto your mouth. “because this day can’t be anything but amazing, ken. happy birthday.”
you lean forward to kiss him, and he welcomes it, eyes fluttering shut. he can hear the wooshing of the waves outside, the breeze brushing the curtains, the occasional bird chirping.
malaysia.
when you pull back, you notice he’s staring, whiskey eyes lingering on every inch of your skin like he needs to commit it to memory. you shake your head, ready to scold him. “ken—”
but he doesn’t let you, big arms wrapping around you to cage you to the mattress, the whole weight of the upper half of his body positively punching the air out of your lungs. “oomph…what are you doing!?”
his reply comes in the shape of kisses, lots of them, pressed in quick succession against your the side of your throat to tickle you. “ken! k-ken no!” you start giggling uncontrollably, unable to get the 6 feet grown baby off you, playfully slapping his back.
then he stops, all of a sudden, face still buried in the crook of your neck. “mhhhh, five more minutes,” he feigns a sleepy, almost whiny voice. you shake your head, laughing, fingers sliding up his back to find the short hair at his nape.
“fine,” you murmur, pressing your cheek to the top of his head. “five more minutes, but only because it’s your birthday.”
┊┊a/n. MY WIFI IS BACK AND I CAN USE MY LAPTOP AGAIN WHO CHEERED!!! also super quick blurb sorry if it's bunz i kinda forgot his bday was today
diary entry: you know I had to give him his theme tune... Daddy's home 🥹 ... Also I realized in all of these he's out of the house, where is he? Come back? Tf? -- SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG bro I had no ideas at all 🥹
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diary entry: you know I had to give him his theme tune... Daddy's home 🥹 ... Also I realized in all of these he's out of the house, where is he? Come back? Tf? -- SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG bro I had no ideas at all 🥹
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Requests are open! Drop by some time? , maybe...you could check out my masterlist too? ^.^
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I remembered the existence of a fanfic written by my friend, and decided to sketch the jeanmarco. Unfortunately, I don't draw them very often due to my meticulous attention to facial features.
𑣲illi’s notes; hihi i’m alive :3! i don’t know how many times i can apologize for delaying reqs until it loses sincerity, but i am truly sorry that it’s taking forever >_< i hope this is good, i luv u, hana ꨄ
The sing song and chipper voice of your husband was the only sound that you allowed to interrupt you during your baking, a time so sacred and peaceful. Baking was one of your many hobbies you found solace in, perfectly weighing out each gram of flour and calculating just how many chocolate chips were enough, it was your favorite thing to do—much to Satoru’s confusion, but he knew you loved it and he loved you.
“The twin’s school is having a bake sale and they asked me to make something.” You replied, carefully measuring out half a cup of brown sugar before dumping it into the bowl, the pink ceramic dish already filled with butter and granulated sugar—a mix of vanilla flavored heaven.
“Wha—? They didn’t tell me!? How come I didn’t know…”
You looked back at him, struggling to suppress the smile curling the corners of your lips. “Hm, I wonder why.”
“Oh? What are you implying?” He smoothly slid in behind you, fingertips tickling your side as his large palms rested on your waist. He dipped his head down ever so slightly, his lips looming over the tip of your ear.
“I made those two children—I can certainly make some cookies.”
“Satoru, I thought you were gonna say something romantic.” You groaned, playfully knocking him back with a jab to his abdomen.
“Hey! That was romantic!” He chuckled, “Come on, let me help. I’ll feel like a useless little blob if you do all the work—wait I can have one after too, right?”
“You are a useless little blob.” You smirked, deliberately denying him a response to his question.
“Aren’t wives supposed to be nice to their husbands…” He murmured, slithering his arms back around your waist, this time resting his cheek against your shoulder.
“Not this one.”
One kiss. Two kisses. Three kisses were pressed against the side of your neck so quickly you barely had a chance to respond, Satoru’s warm mouth working overtime against your skin causing your eyes to flutter shut—while his hand slowly fell from your waist, finger dipping into the batter before reaching his lips.
Stealthy, Gojo. Super stealthy…
“I could kiss the attitude out of you.” He teased, stopping just below your ear lobe, flirting as if he hadn’t just secretly nibbled on some of the dough—which was basically just sugar and butter whipped together…
Even after being married for years your husband still had it, still had the small moves and touches that made your face feel hot and heart ready to burst out of your chest.
“I’ll be good, baby. I just wanna help.” He whispered, teeth grazing the bottom of your ear, hot breath fanning against it.
“Just…go get a c-cup of chocolate chips…”
Satoru immediately perked up, smiling so wide as if he didn’t just leave you stumbling over your words. “Great!”
What an utter moron you swore your life to…
While you slowly combined the rest of the ingredients, he came back with the chocolate—gourmet of course, Satoru Gojo and his wife get nothing less.
“How much?”
“2 cups. Nothing less nothing more—double check on the food scale okay?”
Gojo nodded his head, “Pshh, baby, I’ve got this. I’m the measuring master, the baking boss, the—“
“The man who’s about to get on my nerves.”
“Fairs…” He exhaled, beginning to pour out a few chips into a bowl before placing it on top of the food scale. You can’t really need that many chips for cookies right…? I mean ya wouldn’t notice if he took a few. Just a few. A perfectly normal amount of chocolate chips for a 6 foot something man.
The moment you turned around to grab some saran wrap to cover the bowl of dough to let them chill in the fridge—he attacked—and suddenly that scale read a different number…
You didn’t notice at first. Until you looked at him. His guilty little face.
“What did you do.” You didn’t even speak as if you were questioning him—you knew.
“Nothing baby—“
And then your eyes fell to the scale, and Gojo’s panicked.
“You fat bastard you ate some!? You couldn’t wait!?” You scolded, instantly walking over to grab the bag of chips—just to feel a good 10. maybe 15 singular chips left.
“Gojo!?”
Gojo? Oh it was serious.
“Don’t get mad, baby! They were calling my name—“
“I hope your stomach acid burns you from the inside! I don’t know if that’s possible nor do I care, but—“
Satoru quickly walked over to you, attempting to soothe your raising temper. Yikes…were you scary…
“Heyheyhey—I’ll go buy some more! No harm no foul..?” His voice getting the weaker the longer he stared into your eyes.
Gulp.
“No harm…?”
Oh gosh.
“No…foul?”
Just kill him now and get it over with.
“R-remember that i’m your husband whom you love dearly—“
“I will KILL YOU!?!??”
Satoru immediately dipped down to avoid your grabby hands that were eager to strangle him, running off down the hallway like a cartoon character.
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Armin never thought he would have to use the spare key.
You weren't answering the the door nor your phone. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't concerned.
Hurriedly taking off his shoes by the front door. He called out your name, walking through your apartment.
Feeling the slightest relief when he found you wrapped in your comforter. A box of tissues next to you. Your phone is flipped over, muffled by your other pillow— no wonder you didn’t hear/see his notifications.
"When d'you get here?" You sounded both congested and tired at the same time.
“I just got here, you weren’t answering your phone— I got worried.”
You flip over and find your phone, staring at the missed messages. “Oh, m’sorry.”
“Don’t be…” pressing the back of his hand to your forehead. He’s now grateful from how many wiki-how pages he’s read. Taking care of a sick person should be easy, in theory at least.
Armin disappears for a short while, coming back with a cup of hot tea. His coat is gone now, probably draped over one of the chairs.
Finally emerging from the fabric wrapped around you, taking the cup in your hand, holding it like a lifeline. The steam starts to clear up your nostrils. And after a moment you can finally breathe again.
But your boyfriend notices that you’re still cold even though the heater is on full blast. The tea is set aside on your bedside table. Climbing onto the other side of your bed, pulling you to his chest. Rubbing circles along your shoulder. The cold subsides, feeling the warmth of his body.
I actually hate tea idk, Im a sucker for sick fics 😋 @kamislop
Do you think Mic would have a pierced dick? Like perhaps a Jacob ladder that he keeps as a surprise at first 🤤
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i know i'm answering these in a very confusing order lol forgive me
and if we forget all the sad shit from canon yeah i think he got pierced like right after graduating and he somehow also managed aizawa to get pierced too...maybe one (1) nipple
I generally play it by ear... However a few set ones is I won't write anything NSFW, proships, incest, paedophilia ect;I like to keep things for a general audience. Though if it fits I'll maybe write something mildly suggestive 👻👻
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