Husband!Nanami Who Doesnt Expect Anything For His Birthday Because Youve Both Been Pulling Long Hours

Husband!Nanami who doesn’t expect anything for his birthday because you’ve both been pulling long hours at work and putting money toward savings

Husband!Nanami who comes in exhausted from another overtime shift, the scowl on his face melting away when he sees you waiting up for him with balloons and a tableful of treats from his favorite bakery

Husband!Nanami who hugs you tight and gently tells you that he didn’t need anything, only for you to respond that he deserves everything

Husband!Nanami who laughs when you come out of the kitchen with candles stuck in a loaf of bread and blows them out with a silent wish, feeling like a kid again with the way you’re pampering him

Husband!Nanami who closes his eyes when you tell him to, happily wearing a cheesy paper party hat as you count down from 10

Husband!Nanami who opens his eyes to see you standing in front of him wearing nothing but a big red bow and a shy smile

“Happy birthday, my love!”

Husband!Nanami whose heart melts, (and whose cock does the opposite) immediately standing to pull you close to him, his strong hands exploring every inch of his “present”

“All for me, beautiful? I’m too lucky.”

Husband!Nanami who pulls you into your shared bedroom and leaves all his stress at the door, groaning in relief as you rip his work clothes off until there’s nothing separating the two of you

Husband!Nanami who makes sure to show you just how grateful he is for the little celebration, neither of you noticing when it passes midnight

jjk men + your thighs

Satoru Gojo wants you to suffocate him with your thighs. He loves nothing more than to be buried in your cunt, eating you out like his life depends on it, while your thighs clench around his head. With his hearing muffled, he can just make out your breathy whimpers and moans as his tongue finds your sweet spot. Genuinely wants you to crush his head like a watermelon. 

Suguru Geto leaves hickeys all over your thighs. He says he can’t help himself, he just needs to sink his teeth into them when you’re splayed out underneath him on his bed. He kisses your thighs lovingly while your legs are thrown over his shoulders, the tenderness clashing with the way he pounds you into the mattress.

Kento Nanami's hands are always on your thighs. Gripping them while driving in the car, discreetly tracing shapes on them under the table at a fancy restaurant, firmly holding them open while he devours you. His favorite thing, though, is when you're at home relaxing and lay your legs over his lap so he can massage them while you read or watch tv together.

Hiromi Higuruma can’t get enough of fucking your thighs. They’re just so tempting and accessible, especially when you visit him at work wearing the short little skirts that drive him crazy. He’ll pull you into his office and bend you over his desk, sliding his aching cock between your thighs with a muffled groan. 

Choso Kamo loves to fall asleep with his head in your lap, using your thighs as a soft, warm pillow. Especially when you stroke his hair while he does it, especially if you’re wearing nothing but panties, or better yet nothing at all. He loves being close to you and feels safest with his arms around you and his face nestled in your thighs.

Toji Fushiguro doesn’t admit it, but he’s obsessed with the way you lock your thighs around him when he’s inside you, holding him in. It throws him off his rhythm but he makes a valiant effort to keep going, hips stuttering against yours as he rocks deeper into you, barely able to pull out for each stroke.

Dad!Nanami who always brings you a little treat when he goes grocery shopping, and takes the kids with him on a quest to find your favorite flavor of ice cream when it’s out of stock at the one by your house (they go to four locations before they find it, and he lets them present it to you proudly)

Dad!Nanami who volunteers for everything he can at your kids’ school, and is everyone’s favorite field trip chaperone

Dad!Nanami who is secretly pleased when your kids’ friends think he’s scary, and even more secretly pleased when they open up to him after a while

Dad!Nanami who sits stoically through school performances but lights up when your kid comes on stage, and always has a bouquet of flowers to surprise them with after

Dad!Nanami who makes your kids laugh by whispering that homework is shit, but patiently teaches them their multiplication tables

Dad!Nanami who can’t keep his hands off you and makes the kids cringe when he kisses you in the kitchen, but never makes them doubt that he adores their mom

Dad!Nanami

Never surviving the way Wolfwood put himself and the orphanage on the line for Vash's ideals

and Vash breaking his century old promise to Rem for Wolfwood's sacrifice.

They really were each other's most important person.

Dana “it’s rotten work” Scully and

Fox “not to me, not if it’s you” Mulder

Newlywed!Nanami Kento x Reader

one-shot domestic fluff and smut, also on ao3

Nanami thought he couldn’t love you any more than he already did. That is, until he saw you with that delicate band on your ring finger, nestled against the diamond promise he had made you. His wife.

He thought he couldn’t be any prouder to be yours until he felt the weight of the gold band on his own finger, the way it caught the light and pressed against the softness of your hand when he held it. Your husband.

Now that you were married, he took every opportunity to call you his. “I’m waiting for my wife.” “One vanilla latte for my wife, please.” “Excuse me, I need to call my wife.” He’d be quietly thrilled each time in a way that only you could notice, a squeeze of your hand or a dust of pink on his cheekbones.

This new joy of being yours carried over into everything. He would slide over your cup of tea in the morning, made just the way you like it, with a lovestruck smile on his face. “Tea for my bride.”

He’d come home tired from work, his hair messy and his suit rumpled, and brighten like the sunrise when he saw you. “Welcome home, my husband.”

In your shared bed, tangled under the covers in sleepy bliss, he’d press soft kisses to the inside of your wrist, trailing his lips up to where your ring sparkled. “All mine,” he’d whisper, kissing it.

In your most intimate moments, he would moan the title like it was a prayer. “My wife,” sighed into your neck. “I’m all yours,” murmured between your thighs. He would slide his ring finger into you, thumb planted on your clit, and watch in adoration as you slicked his wedding band with arousal. He would put it in your mouth, trembling as you cleaned him off. His wife’s mouth, his bride’s tongue... Spit-shined gold on your husband’s hand.