viltrumite mark is always finding some kind of excuse to be with his wife
a long expedition to another planet? oof sorry but he just has too many things to do on viltrum sorry *goes home and cuddles his wife*
Nolan banging his head against the wall because how TF is his son this down bad for a human, I just know he's SEETHING.
Anyway, here's a blurb, this is later down the line when reader is compliant for her safety:
"Dear, get up." Mark whined as he nuzzled his face further into your lap, you sat at the vanity rearranging your items for the umpteenth time, there wasn't much to do anyway.
"I refuse." He groaned into your thighs, arms locked around your legs. "I can't take the quiet or chaos of another expedition. I want to stay here, with you."
A knock resounded from the door. "Your imperial majesty? We're ready for your departure." That was supposed to be his cue to move, but he was still, his breathing soft as he sat on his knees and cuddled into your warm thighs. "Mark."
"Tell them to go ask dad. Or anyone else. Please, anyone else." He looked up at you with so much exhaustion and adoration, like he wanted you to lecture his attendants for asking him to do his job. You let out a sigh bordering on a hum, running your hand through his hair. "You can't stay here forever."
"No," he laid his head back on you, pressing his cheek against you now as your hand settled in his hair. "But I can stay for as long as I possibly can."
He wasn't moving, not now, not in 5 minutes, not in a while. Your expression became frustrated, standing up and ignoring his little whine as you moved away to get to the door.
"Dear— please don't. I'm not feeling well- I don't think it's good for me to go now-" His train of invalid excuses paused as he heard the door clack open a crack.
"He's still recovering from the injuries from his last expedition, check with his father or anyone with a high ranking to join you. Emperor's orders." Your smooth order was mostly imitation from when you heard him speak, Mark's expression went from surprise to glee.
The Viltrumite at the door didn't question you, they knew better. The door clacked shut and as if on cue, Mark's defined hands wrapped around your body and hid his face in your neck. "Thank you, thank you. I cannot express my gratitude enough."
You mentally cursed yourself for being so fast to break against that sad puppy dog look.
satoru whispering sweet nothings to your swollen, pregnant belly every night, reading to it even though he doesn’t like to since it requires him to be calm and still (which he is anything but), yet finds himself somehow capable when it comes to the baby — his baby — in your stomach.
flipping through the pages with an air of ease, taking his time with every single letter and word that falls from his lips with additional care, even going as far as to teach him or her their alphabets just so his child gets a head start from the other kids in order to come out smarter.
you had to tell him it doesn’t work like that which he laughs off. nothing is impossible when it comes to his kid. their father is the best so therefore his offspring should be too, right?
being extra gentle when singing them lullabies right before bed time — you’ve never seen satoru sing softly like that to anyone but yourself. he’s never looked so at peace and serene — where your husband would usually be bouncing off the walls even at this time of night, he instead chooses to lay by your side, head rested in your lap from the moment he arrived home through those doors and into your arms, telling your baby bump all about his day.
and when satoru would complain about something or someone he didn’t like, he’d take it as a sign that when the baby kicked inside you as he spoke, that they were listening and agreeing with him as well, to which his chest would puff up with something akin to pride that your child was extremely intelligent and would turn out just like him.
you don’t know if you could handle two of him, though.
After care with Gojo𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ⋅ᡣ𐭩 ་༘࿐
⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊⊹
Satoru drags his lips lazily onto your jawline his big strong hands still keeping your wrist pinned above your head. "you did so good for me.." he whispers, into your ear. His lips staring to lazily kiss the side of your neck. His cock still being inside of you as the mixture of both of your orgsams mixed together leaking out of you. Your legs still being pressed up against your chest.
He continues his lazy kisses, his lips meeting yours in a soft peck. He leans up pulling your arms down back to your side gently, knowing they're probably numb and sore. He removes his hands from your wrist, before pulling out of you watching your mixture of bliss spill out of you. Making his dick twitch at the sight. But he knows far too well that if you went another round you'd probably pass out on him.
His hand gently comes up to your cheek gently tapping it, making your eyes peer up at him lazily getting out of your trance. He softly smiles down at you slowly putting your legs down your feet meeting the soft sheets, your legs shaking still as your feet hit the soft sheets. Whining brining your arm up to cover your face.
Satoru softly chuckles as he gently caresses your knee with the back side of his hand "c'mon pretty girl lets get you cleaned up," he says his voice comforting. As he scoops you up bridal style carrying you to the bathroom to clean the both of you up.
⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊˚⊹⋆⊹ ࣪ ˖₊⊹
-- A/N - this has been sitting in my drafts for a bit !! sorry for any spelling errors :3
when someone interrupts sexy time
ʚ incl: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna, higuruma, shiu, ino, shoko, uraume
ʚ cont: suggestiveness, crack
MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI
Can you do jjk men w a reader who doesn’t drink enough water?
#𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑!
you can tell i've never been hydrated with this one. anyways i tried doing my best because i got too lazy to do some actual research, but since i've fasted before, i know what it feels like to not have water in your system for like 16 hours. anyways, enjoy!!!
#comments and reblogs are appreciated
Originally this was supposed to be jjk adults multi one shot and to be posted a month ago... Only for Gojo to take the spotlight LMAO
pining era
☼ james realizes that he views reader as henry’s mum
☼ james getting turned on by reader being mistaken for henry’s mum
☼ how henry’s mum broke up with james
☼ jealous james sends henry to stop a man flirting with you
☼ james comes home reader and henry after working late
☼ james goes to reader’s apartment for help when henry is sick
☼ reader is upset when her friends say she should stop acting like henry's mum, james comforts her
☼ reader goes on a blind date
☼ james comes home to reader and henry in his bed pt. 1
☼ james and reader sleep together for the first time
couple era
coming soon!
some works contain 18+ content, read the titles carefully!
Victor x Artist!Reader Imagine
a lil angsty at the end, will definitely become a full separate fic later
edit: Fic has been started! First chapter here
Imagine Viktor falls in love with an artist designated to paint the HexTech creators for some new Progress Day Art Hall or something.
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You both stay up at all hours of the night over working yourselves to make deadlines. You both have a need to be remembered but in different ways. For Viktor, it's to improve lives. For you? It's to help capture history. It feeds his ego and he becomes your muse.
As Jayce spends more and more time on his councilor duties, there's more time for the two of you to get to know each other. What starts as shared quick dinners, late night coffees, and library trips; turns to forced naps, tidying of each other's spaces, and gentle massages.
Quiet moments of intimacy are shared during the early hours of golden light in the lab. Midday forays into a nearby studio result in evidence of your new romance as swathes of color beneath ruffled clothes.
He gets used to you tracing intricate patterns on his skin, you get used to falling asleep to his exhaustion honeyed voice going over notes. Many of your more passionate nights have ended with some paint on his body. Viktor loves the coolness of your brush, of your pigment soaked touch. It relaxes him on days where his leg is sore, or his shoulder from over-supporting on the crutch. He'll rub your neck when you've spent too long bent at a weird angle trying to get a line just right.
It's a tender and slow love. One that exponentially builds in your mutual affections, one that crashes down after the attack on Piltover's council.
This time it is him who leaves his mark on you, his slender fingers have lost their warmth when they grace your face. The weight is familiar, but the emotion is not. When he calls your name, the mirth and soft laughter is replaced with a metallic echo. You lean into him all the same. The multicolor chroma of his fingertips mimicking marks you've left long ago.
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daddy's home!
what happens when you leave them alone with the baby for an extended period for the first time?
characters: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso, sukuna
warnings: none
tags: @fictionalhubbydreamer
☆ gojo satoru x gender-neutral!reader ⇢ domestic fluff, established relationship.
you’re woken up by a kiss.
gojo satoru smiles against your lips, only allowing a hair’s breadth of space to form in between you both as you let out an annoyed huff. you roll onto your back and he towers over you, arms braced on either side of your head.
“hi,” he whispers, and you can hear the smile in his voice.
“go to sleep,” you grumble, cracking one eye open lazily.
“it’s midnight.”
“exactly.” you try to turn over, but he nuzzles into your neck, pressing a brief, open-mouthed kiss to the sliver of skin exposed near your shoulder.
“you know what that means.” he presses his fingers into your waist, bunching up your robe. his hair tickles your neck; you smile.
“it means you need to sleep,” you say pointedly, squinting into the darkness. you bring a hand up and card it through his hair. he sighs softly when you lightly scratch on his scalp.
“and it also means it’s a new day already.”
“‘s not a new day ‘til the sun comes up,” you murmur sleepily.
satoru doesn’t argue. he only grabs your hand and kisses the inside of your wrist. the muted lights that penetrate the darkness through your open window are reflected in his eyes—but he looks at you like you’ve hung up all the stars in the sky, just for him.
“happy birthday,” he says, mouth splitting into a wide grin, and despite your drowsiness, you let him pull you into a kiss.
𝜗𝜚: satoru, suguru, nanami, choso, ino, toji
note: asking them who’s your {insert cringe} boy ! i saw this on tiktok and i hope yall get it lmao. be nice, this is the first time i’ve gotten inspo😭
warnings: suggestive, fluff, cringe pet names, mommy kink in choso, f!reader
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