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NANAMI is 100% a spanker.

He loves your ass. He could just stare at you for hours on end, no matter what you’re wearing at the time. Be it a pencil skirt, yoga pants, sport shorts or a dress. He could just stand there and watch you move, glutes moving up and down, hips swaying. It makes him swoon.

And while he could stand and stare, he’d much rather feel it up against his palm. He’d slap your buttocks once he walks past you, soft and teasing. Depending on your response the situation elevates. 

More times than not you find yourself sprawled out on his lap, his hands colliding with the skin multiple times over until he can feel it get warmer. His ears are immune to your cries,gasping at the force that comes with the loud clapping. Sometimes he’d stop to tease your clit gently, fingertips rubbing the bundle of nerves to hear a soft moan from you or have you tighten your shaking thighs over his palm. But it’s not too long before his hand is swinging in the air and against your reddened ass.

At some other occasions, he finds himself subconsciously feeling your ass in the morning. His large hands explore the soft flesh, squishing it tightly in his palm and giving it light slaps every so often.

GOJO, on the other hand, is a hair puller.

Honestly, there is no specific reason that he likes to pull your hair so much. Mostly he just likes the feeling of your hair filling into his fist, no matter the length of it, locks running between his fingers. It's an oddly satisfying to him .

He’s very random with it, too. Satoru would approach you while doing the dishes, one second his arms are wrapped lovingly around your waist, and the next his hand fists as much as it can of your hair and tugs at it “A-a- ah- Satoru– let go, seriously,” You’d grumble, face scrunched at the suddenness of it. “Mm, Gotta ask nicely, baby,” his hand continues to grab your hair tightly. Judging by the amused smirk on his face, he’s just messing around. Must get a kick out of it.

if he's not on patrol, she's with him everywhere. he just can't help wanting to show his little girl the entire world.

he could be getting new blankets or dropping somebody off, for all he knows his princess has to be with him, attached to the hip at every given opportunity.

she definitely teams up with you, though. she's a mommy's girl as much as she's daddy's. even when she's just barely began saying a few coherent words, she still walks her way and stands next to you whenever both you and katsuki call her at the same time.

but nothing- nothing-gets katsuki happier than when he's out in public and his girl begins grabbing at any merch she sees of him — could be a shirt, a poster, a mug, a toy. any merch of any kind. often, when her little hands meet the object of her choice, she'd start to giggle as she says "dada," looking between her soft-gazed father and whatever has him on it.

"yeah? that's me, that's right," the older blonde chuckled, gripping his daughter in his arms as she made grabby hands at a billboard with her dad on it, giving him the title of the #1 hero of japan. her soft fists kept clenching and opening, wide-eyed as she looks at her dad then at the screen.

"dada," she babbled in disbelief, then gasped. "dada!"

"yes, that's dada over there," katsuki nodded. he would've been embarrassed at his use of such a term if he weren't too engulfed in just how smart his little girl is. "and you're gonna grow up and be just like him, right?"

"dada," she looked at him, her face serious although drool formed at the sides of her mouth from blabbering so much with her little mouth. "mama..?"

he laughed as the way her small head turned, eyes looking for her beloved mother. the hero dynamight has never loved one like this little girl in his arms. never had he felt warmth like when she speaks his name and calls him her silly little 'dada'.

"mommy's at home," he smiled softly. "we'll get her dinner then go home, okay?"

"hoo?" she cooed, repeating what she could after her dad. katsuki felt so much warmth he could cry.

"mhm, home," he nodded with a soft smile. "mommy will give you a brother soon, she needs good food."

in which : even the strongest wants some love, so please give it to him! contains : slightly suggestive, so much fluff, extremely self indulgent

SATORU never realized how touch starved he is. He never even thought about it. It simply didn't occur to him that physical contact actually means something.

the way he snorts at your suggestion is almost offensive. he shakes his head as if the simple thought of it is absurd.

“what do you mean with me? you got a problem with me?” you scoff, bumping your shoulder into his. “what's wrong with me, mister?”

“i could name about 20 things wrong with you, ma'am,” he teases back, tugging at your shirt. “let's start with this. it should be on the floor.”

it's not long before the shirt is on the floor. along with the rest of your clothes.

they're so warm and lovely. even if rough to touch, since that happens when he works so much. at least kento makes sure to be gentle with you! he's so soft and sweet, holding you by the waist while you make food, massaging your back after a long day, bringing your face closer to his while he wants to kiss you, caressing your hand while you're having a movie night at home.

speaking of movie nights at home, kento hates spending too long watching something! he'd much rather do something useful! something that maybe involves his hands.

okay, maybe he isn't always gentle with you... sometimes he's really mean, slapping your ass while you're spread over his lap. nothing on tv could be more interesting to him than this; you're a mess, already crying because fuck,, it hurts.

but nanami makes sure to reward his baby after. he'd slip his fingers into your pretty panties, rough, warm digits finding their way in before gently rubbing your long-forgotten sensitive bud. circular at first, until you're a begging mess. then he'd slip a single finger inside, the other following right after. his fingers are a little big. maybe even too big. but hey, at least he set the pace right!

thinking about ex husband! nagi, whose children visit every weekend, but he still insists on coming on tuesdays, knowing tuesday is your day off. who always says that "it's okay, i'm only staying a few hours for the children, honey," using the same petname you've asked him so many times to stop using.

thinking about ex husband! nagi, who tells the children he can't stay for too long, in hopes they beg their mommy to "let daddy stay home, just for the night"

thinking about ex husband! nagi, whose plan worked like a charm.

ex husband! nagi, who somehow finds his way back into your bed. who tucks the kids in their bed with goodnight kisses and, magically, he's on top of you. again.

you tell him you shouldn't be doing this, that the kids are still up and- fuck, you really shouldn't be fucking your ex husband.

but nagi knows you. he knows your body all too well. he knows where to touch to make you gasp, where to stroke to elicit these little gasps that make his day. or, well, his night.

and oh, nagi know how to make you feel so good.

"fuck- seishiro-" your breath came in short gasps, one hand gripping his wrist, the other grasping his shoulder. you could feel the sting of the cold metal ring he wore against your walls, tight cunt stretched out with his the magical work of his fingers.

"fuck.. baby.. i fucking missed this," his breath came into contact with your neck, lightly sweating at the heat of your bodies. "missed your sweet pussy. y' like that, hm? moan f'me, pretty."

when you don't oblige, his fingers push a little harder. thrust a little faster. go in a little further so they feel that sweet spot where you carve attention the most. it makes you moan aloud, earning a satisfied grin from him. you feel the heat rush up your face in embarrassment at the situation, one of the kids could walk in on you two at any given minute. and you don't assume nagi has locked the door.

"yes baby, just like that," he huffs a soft breath into your ear, intensifying the pleasure. "cum on my fingers baby, mhm? wanna see you make a mess on these pretty sheets"

his fingers remain relentless, pushing you further towards ecstasy with each thrust. your hips push in rhythm with his wrist, eyes shut and breath heavy. and nagi is an insistent man, his determination to make you come undone on his pale fingers unwavering. each thrust faster than the previous.

and you do.

you see stars, calling his name softly after each hissed breath. sucking air in, he feels your approaching orgasm. it's a melody to hear, an a sight to see. there's nothing nagi enjoys watching than the way your eyebrows crease in the space between and your mouth fall agape in soft pleas and whimpers.

warnings: suggestive. not proof read. literally just gojominors, ageless and blank blogs dni

there is no doubt in me that gojo fucks like a god.

he lies a lot, but no lie is bigger than the “i'll be gentle” he gives you before your session. at some point you just stopped expecting him to keep his word.

so he's always left with you in his bed; sore legs, fucked out, and barely able to keep your breathing straight.

"fuck, sat', can't feel my legs." "means i must've done something right"

he'll get you a wet towel to wipe off the mess he's made. sometimes he'd be a little more rough than necessary, trying to be thorough. but instead he gets kicked in the face by your foot.

gojo always has a cup of ginger for your sore throat. he knows exactly how much honey to add to sweeten it to your preference, if at all. but if you're too whiney after sex chances are he threatens to spill it on you.

cuddles are so obviously mandatory. if not for you, then for him. he'd kiss you until you can't breathe, making sure you feel his love through and through. you once told him he's going to be the death of you and ever since it became his life mission to ensure that's the case.

"mm, you're so sweet after sex, sat'."

"only for you, baby girl."

it's unironic, by the way. he genuinely thinks it's attractive of him to call you baby girl.