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Y’all😭 wtf is tumblr bro. I’m afraid to go on this app in public and some random stranger that I’ll never see ever agains gonna know I write fan fiction. lol. But quick question???
*wtf is dead friends to lovers?? I kinda wanna write that.
Anyways I go on this site constantly but idk if like, it’s popular medium or never heard of
Warnings: •none to be concerned of •fluff
Summary: Sukuna finds out your pregnant. *he knows but the old bastard wanted you to tell him🙄*
Being nervous to tell Sukuna you’re pregnant. He’s so intimidating.
You sit nervously at his right side, fidgeting with your hands as he addresses one of his servants. His voice is loud in your ears. Sneering down at the mortal at his feet.
You watch as the man shakes with fear, trying to hide your own.
What if he wants me to get rid of it? What if he gets rid of me?
Sukuna dismisses the servant, mumbling something under his breath.
He turns his attention to you, noticing your behavior. His eyes narrow as yours avoids him. Something is wrong.
He shifts closer, wrapping an arm around your waist and drawing you into his lap.
Now Sukuna may be many things, cruel, evil, a tyrant. But he’s not dumb, and he knows when something’s wrong with his pretty little wife. His long fingers curl around your cheeks, squeezing them slightly.
He forces you to look at him, eyebrows drawn.
You break out into a sweat. A bead dripping down your face. His eyes narrow further and you swallow hard.
“Kuna…” you say, as sweet as possible. You situate yourself more comfortably, staring up at him with eyes you know he can’t resist. He grunts, staring at you and waiting for you to continue. You shift again.
“What if. Hypothetically, I were to have like, a baby?”
The pink haired man stares at you, eyes unamused. Again, he’s not stupid, but he can tell your nervous. He’ll play your game.
“Hypothetically?” You nod. He shrugs.
“I don’t know. I’ve never…” he pauses. He has. He has dealt with children. But certainly not his own. Never out of affection. He’s interested to see what else you would say, so he brings his eyes back down to look at you expectantly.
“Are you hypothetically pregnant my love?” He ask.
His face is unchanging as he ask the question. He doesn’t want to reveal his true feelings. But he can see the fear in your eyes, and it makes his cold ass heart swell with both amusement and hurt.
When you nod again, he smile. But just a bit.
He leans forward, whispering into your ear.
“So am I a hypothetical father?”
You shiver, peering up at him. And nod again. This time he breaks out into a full smile, even laughing. What a cutie you were.
“I know.” You gap at your husband, eyes wide. “You know??” He smiles wider, leaning back.
How would he know? How can he know?? You just found out last week!
He scoops you up bridal style, carrying you to your shared chambers. He places you gently on the bed, crawling up next to you. Placing a hand on your stomach he stares.
“Gonna be a good mother for my child, yeah?” You smile so hard your cheeks hurt.
“N I’m gonna be a good father.” You giggle as he lays kisses on your stomach, pushing you back against the pillows.
“Such a good father.” You breath. His hands cup your waist as he moves up, then he places a firm kiss on your lips. He hums. Such a pretty lil’ thing.
Such a happy little family😋
*should I write a diff version of this? I have one, or two. An angst fic and then another fluff, but Sukunas suprised and it goes a little differently. Also has a bit of angst. Let me know in the comments🩷*
Warnings: •none •fluff
Summary: Sukuna loves being a father to be *even if he won’t admit it
Sukuna thinks you look fucking sexy. Of course he won’t admit that. He’s not very good with words, can’t seem to say the things he wants to say to you.
So he shows them.
Your round belly makes him swell with pride, knowing that he’s the one who put the baby in you. He’s the one making you a mother. He’s the one giving you a family. Well, both of you, but Sukunas egos to fucking big🙄.
He loves holding your belly. He wraps his arms around you from behind, rubbing his thumb softly. You pretend not to notice so as not to embarrass him.
He’s to prideful to admit when he listens. Buys you your gratings you’ve mentioned in passing,
Massages your feet when he notices you limping, subtly though, hands trailing down to your foot. (He’s not very subtle).
He’s obsessed with you the whole pregnancy in his own way.
Can and will not leave you alone for even a second. Holds your hands as you go down the stairs, stays by your side.
And he’s a worry wart, he is. Absolutely cannot stand when you’re in pain. It pains him even.
God he loves you, asking the servants to attend to your every need, no matter how silly.
He doesn’t mind your outburst of anger, no matter how small. He knows your moody, and excuses it as you carrying his child. He must be heavy. Sukuna coos at you when your all pouty and whiny, tears running down your face.
He finds you adorable and can’t resist planting kisses all over.
He’s such a softy, but only for you. Loves you lots.
🩷🩷🩷
*2nd adaption cuz I think this one’s cuter🥰*
Strong matches for “scoff”.
Hehe
Warnings: •heavy angst •fluff at the end🥰
Summary: you and Kento are going through the trials of pregnancy. (Or: you have a fight but you work it out)
*you= pink/ Kento= orange*
He had been ignoring you all evening in favor of reading his book.
You were sitting opposite of him across the couch, pouting as once again the man choose to pay no mind to your words.
“So overall, I think I have everything for the registry. Venue is rented out and everything…. I just need a little help with the-“
He slams his book closed, glaring at you over his reading glasses.
“And what in the hell do you want me to do with that information?” You startle at his sudden movement, looking at him with those eyes. “Huh?” He scoffs, taking his glasses off.
“Why are you telling me this?” The irritation was obvious in his voice, and the way his brows furrowed in annoyance.
“Just thought you should know.”
He squints, trying to find if you’re purposely messing with him or actually oblivious. In the end he finds it’s both. Can’t a man read in peace?
“I have other things to do right now. I don’t have time to listen to you ramble on and on about shopping list.” You go quiet, fidgeting with your hands. Why is it always a problem when you mention anything having to do with the baby? It’s the least he could do, since he is the father and all. “Sorry..”
He scoffs again, rolling his eyes as he goes back to reading his book.
After a to long silence, you get up and go to your shared room. You had some papers that needed to be graded, but how hard could that be? They were first graders.
You rub your belly as you do so, your eyes feeling heavy and your feet swollen. After finishing your your work you open your lap top and take a look at some houses. You wanted your child to have a home to grow up into, not some run down apartment on the bad side of town.
Just then your fiancé walks in, groaning as he settles in bed beside you. He stares at the laptop, the page your opened to, and then you.
“What are you doing?” You bite your lip nervously.
“Looking for houses.” He’s tempted to roll his eyes. Taking the laptop and settling it on his lap. “I know that. Why are you looking for houses?”
You can’t really believe your having this conversation with your soon to be husband. Again.
“Kento, you know why. I’m not staying in this apartment forever. We’re getting married and having a baby.”
He rolls his eyes again. “This house is just fine for the baby.”
Now it’s your turn to roll your eyes.
“I am not having my child grow up in this tiny ass apartment. It’s not close to any schools, and the neighborhood we’re living in is just not-”
“The kids not going to school as soon as he’s out of the womb.”
You glare at the man. Hes so stupid sometimes you could scream. Obviously not. But it’s good to prepare.
“I give birth in a few months, we need this house to be ready. We can get situated and things.” Your fiancé did not like that answer, sighing at you dramatically.
“You already got me dealing with you and the damn baby, now you want to move?” If looks could kill both of you would be dead. The fucking audacity?? You turn to him to tell him off, but he olds his hand up. How dare he?
“We don’t need a house right now. We can handle that when the time comes.”
You stay silent, snatching your laptop back. After placing it on the nightstand you roll over and cover yourself with the blanket.
You’ve done none of your usual nighttime routine, but these days you’re so tired, and dealing with your husband and work on top of that just adds to the stress. You two are always butting heads, never agreeing on one thing. Just when you think both of you have finally settled down, he keeps talking.
“You’re always nagging at me. Always have some shit to say.”
“You don’t have to get worked up over little things and yet you do, complaining and complaining and complaining all god damn day.”
You sit up angrily, glaring and prepared to fight.
“I’m carrying your six pound baby in my stomach while getting hell from everything and everyone. You have a problem, your mom has a problem. Every damn person you know has a mother fucking problem!” He rolls his eyes, which only gets you angrier.
“And I’m so sorry my hormones inconvenienced your day. I’m so sorry that I’m such a pain in the ass all the time. But I can’t help it at the time and I’m trying my hardest to not let them influence my decision.”
Kento takes a deep breath, mumbling something to himself.
You get out of bed, intending to stomp away in disbelief. You don’t make it past the bed room door though before your clutching your stomach.
You close your eyes and try to take even breathes.
The action immediately alerts your fiancé, coming to rush at your side to see if you’re ok.
You try to push him off, your stubborn ass convinced you can do this all on your own. Only for you to clutch him close when another wave of pain rolls over you.
“Sit down.” He orders. But his voice is more soft, easing you back onto the bed.
You comply reluctantly.
“Lay back.” Again you listen, glaring daggers at the man.
He takes your legs and gently starts to massage your feet, touch so soft you two wouldn’t have known you were in the middle of an argument. Both of you are quite.
You can’t look him in the eyes, tears starting to well up.
“We just want what’s best for you.” He whisper, kissing your shin. You laugh, tone devoid of humor.
“It doesn’t feel like it. Everything I do I’m doing wrong. I can’t mother right, I can’t wife right. I can’t do anything right-”
“Your doing just-”
“Not according to your family.”
He sighs and lets go of your leg in irritation. “They don’t fucking hate you ok? They’re doing what they think is best, and what they think is best is-”
“Calling me fat? Insulting my family? Telling me your to good to call yourself my husband? What help that is.” He doesn’t say anything about that. He knows you’re right. Instead he continues to massage up and down your leg, your feet, and lower body part to help ease the pain.
“Better?” He ask, looking up at you through his lashes. You scowl.
“A little.”
He nods, still holding your legs. “Good.”
He studies you. Your tired eyes, your sunken in features. You haven’t eaten like you’re supposed to and he hates that. He hates that his family has such a negative affect on you. And he hates that he just stands there.
“Look at me.” He mutters. Your eyes trail to his, what pretty eyes. His pretty girl going through all this stress. His face softens.
“I know you like to prepare ahead of time. And I know you want to get things done as soon as possible. But you need to take things slow. I need you to take things slow.” He watches as the anger leaves your features.
He takes a chance and crawls above you, placing a kiss on your forehead.
You instantly melt, shoulders relaxing and sighing. He lays besides you, cupping your swollen belly and planting a kiss there as well.
“I care and love you my love, and I wants what’s best for you. So right now we need to focus on what matters.”
Your hands run though his hair, and he lays his head gently on top your belly.
“And what matters?” Your voice is so soothing, he could fall asleep just like this. It’s been so long since he’s felt your touch, to busy with work to come home and spend proper time with you. He sighs. “You. Right now it’s you.” He lifts his his head just in time to see you smiling.
And what a smile you have. He’s falling for you all over again.
“And after we make sure you’re ok, we can focus on us. And the wedding, and that baby shower you want. We can focus on all that after.”
“And I’ll make sure to speak with my mother about her behavior…”
You both sit in silence, buts it’s comfortable this time. You bask in each other, and you both are fucking happy. He coos at your stomach, which makes you giggle, he’ll be such a good husband, and an even better father. He dotes on you, and you do the same.
After a while you begin to get sleepy. “My love.” He murmurs, poking your cheek. He wants to talk to you more. You grunt.
“You don’t talk about yourself all that much.” You don’t understand why that’s important or relavent. Or why he felt the need to poke your cheek. “ ‘S never come up…” he hums, rubbing your belly some more.
“You should tell me about yourself.” You open your eyes to take a look at him, who in turn is looking at you so lovingly.
“Wanna hear all about you.”
You lay your head back against the pillows, thinking long and hard. “Ok well…. Um… m-my favorite color is pink and green.”
He smiles at that. It’s not what he meant, but it’s a start. He pulls up next to you. “Yeah? Why pink?” You think again, pulling your lips in thought. “It’s just a pretty color. Nice to look at.” Fucking cutie. He hums, placing a kiss on your neck.
“And green?” You shrug. “Reminds me of the trees and grass, like lookin’ at it to.”
“What’s yours?” He stays quiet for a bit, kissing your color bone. “Red.”
Your brows shoot up. “Red?” He nods. “It’s bold and intense. It’s like it’s supposed to be intimidating but it isn’t.” You nod.
“Makes me think of passion and courage.”
You giggle. “Passion?” His eyes narrow playfully. He brings his face close to your ear. “Passion.” You shiver.
He kisses every ounce of skin he can get to, having you in a giggling blushing mess. “You like that?” He muses, kissing you more. You nod.
“Good girl.” Kiss. “Got so many kisses in store for you.” Kiss. “So many suprises.” Kiss.
You laugh, actually laugh, and it makes his heart swell up. He hopes his baby has the same laugh as his mother.
“Love ya pretty.” He murmurs, kissing you on the lips. “Love you to.”
How does tumblr feel about original works? Like writing oc’s and world building. Having an original plot with your own characters, and not just fanfiction?
I have stuff I wanna write but I’m not sure if it’s better posted on ao3 or here
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Me writing about any fixation I have at the moment:🥰🫶🏽💕😍😘😜
Best friend 1: If I fucked you right now what would you do?
Best friend 2: Moan???
Said I would write for Miguel Ohara but idk what to write. I have a few tropes in mind but which ones do you guys want more. Last poll it was a tie between fluff and smut, so whatever I write will have both included. (Plus I need to find some more motivation lol😋):
Warnings: •none to be concerned about •fluff •also angst (it’s literally a small but promise😋)
Summary; Miguel Ohara thinks he might be in love
Miguel Ohara hasn’t felt anything in a long while.
Not since the death of his beloved daughter, not since the downfall of the one universe he could be happy in.
His heart was empty, going along with the motions of life. Being responsible for an entire multiverse and spider society was exhausting, but at least it was a small distraction.
He’d overwork himself to the bone, just to get rid of that horrible achy feeling in his chest. Still it was never enough. His mind couldn’t help but draw him back to that awful memory.
And the memories before it. Of his precious daughters laugh, her bright smile as he carried her on his shoulders.
Those little moments, where they would get ice cream or play at the park.
He’d cry himself to sleep those first few nights. The pain of her loss hurt him, and her memory made it even worse. Eventually he stopped feeling anything, only cringing slightly when he saw even a glimpse of his past. Yea, it hurt, but life goes on, right?
He had a whole operation to run, people to take care of and save. He’s never make that same mistake again.
He’d never let anyone get to close.
Until you.
You with your bright smiles and far to overjoyed personality.
With your chipper good mornings and your even more obnoxious goodbyes. He couldn’t get you out of his head.
You’d smile at him anytime he was near, and he couldn’t understand why. He made no move to acknowledge you, not even an attempt to get to know you.
And yet he knew everything.
He knew you preferred tea over coffee.
He knew you hated working on an empty stomach.
And he knew you just loved to talk. He swears his ear would have fallen off, your constant and endless rambling about literally nothing and everything all at once.
You’d skip into his office unannounced, and just start yapping.
At first he hated it.
Why would you bother him, of all people?? Did you not know he was the fearless leader of the spider society??? Protecter of the arachno humanoid poly multiverse????!!!!
But then he got used to it. Enjoyed it over time actually. (He would never admit that).
He’d come to look forward to your little “discussions”. Random topics anywhere between how many more spider people were really out there to why his face was on the burger in the cafeteria.
These moments, they reminded him of a happier time.
He chased that feeling, and he chased you, figuratively, until he realized; holy shot I have a crush!
Well, Peter not so discreetly pointed it out.
And Miguel couldn’t get the stupid idea out his head. He started noticing the small things he did for you, the special treatment he gave you and only you.
He tried to limit his contact with you, until you came to him puppy eyed and sad, asking what you did wrong.
Hw tried putting himself on more missions, but that just drew you closer, fusing at him about being careful and not putting to much pressure on him.
After another short while he realized he was falling in love. (This one he figured out all by himself aren’t you proud🥹?) and he hates but likes it all at the same time?? You were good for him, he knew. But he refused to. Refused to get near you only for you to be taken away from him.
He knew you were stubborn. Knew you’d try to help him, get him to break down bak walls
Eventually he did, little by little. And fuck himself if he didn’t love it.
*I know I know😞 preg reader x Miguel is coming, I just had to write this down before I forgot. You’ll get your smut and fluff loves don’t worry🫶🏽🎀
There’s two of them😨😨
Warnings: •fluff (towards the end) •smut •breeding kink •penetration •illusion to multiple rounds
Summary: Miguel finds out you’re pregnant (find out🙄 he got you pregnant!)
Your husband stared you from across the room, licking his lips in deep thought.
You looked so sexy, in that sinful dress that hugged your body in just the right ways, your hair and makeup done just the way you liked it. Just the way he liked it.
And to top it all off, you were holding a baby.
You coo at the child in your arms, smiling down at it as it babbles some nonsense back at you. He knows you’d be a good mother. You’re already a good wife. He can imagine it now.
Your belly swollen and plump, waddling around the house. Fucking perfect.
Your breast full and achy. He knew just how to make them feel better.
It took to long for the party to end. To long for you to say goodbye to friends and family. To long to get out of that house and into the car.
He listen to you talk and gush about everything and anything, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel with so much force. He wanted to stop the car right now and just fuck you in the backseat. Stuff you to the brim.
But that was no way to treat the future mother of his children.
The car was tense when you pulled into the driveway, and if you hadn’t seen the large bulge in your husbands pants you would’ve thought he was pissed.
You saunter into the house, him close behind, watching as he strips everything off. His breath is labored and he feels all sweaty. You’re still in that dress, the one that makes his dick swell up and heart beat faster.
He groans as he pulls you closer, slotting his lips against yours.
You kiss back, just as starved as he is. He situates his hips in between yours, moaning into your mouth when his cock rubs against your clothes sex. Next he leaves open mouth kisses on your jaw, down your neck. He cups your breast through the dress, feeling how hard your nipples are from rubbing against the fabric. Fuck.
“If you don’t take this shit off right now I’m gonna tear it to pieces.” He growls lowly, watching you give him a mischievous smile.
You slowly peel the dress off your body, his eyes watching you in appreciation.
He was so sexy when he got like this.
His dick throbs at the sight of you, so perfect and hot in every way. He palms himself for a moment before he strips down all the way. Your eyes widen, gazing at his cock. You’ve seen it many times before, but you could never get tired of looking.
He’s on you instantly again, hands groping whatever skin he could reach (all of it).
Carrying you to the bedroom, and throwing you on the bed.
His eyes are cloudy with lust. Dick swollen and balls full of cum.
He takes little time to prep you, so desperate to just be inside. He sighs as his cock slips in, biting back a moan when you tug at his hair. He thrust hard, eyes rolling back.
“S’to good” he mutters, burying his face into your neck. Miguel’s panting like an animal in heat, hips moving back and forth wildly.
Your eyes roll back into your head, in disbelief because what the fuck? He has you in a mating press, trying to bully his cock into the deepest parts of you. The tip hits you so perfectly, you can’t help but let out pleasured gasp.
The sound and smell of sex turns him on, the air humid from the exertion.
He’s so close. So. Fucking. Close.
His fingers sip down to your pussy, rubbing in circles on your clit.
He needs to feel you cum.
You whine, his fingers are so thick, and the added pleasure of his dick is making you see stars. You chant his name over and over again as you feel yourself reaching your peak.
He whines to, telling you how sexy you’d look full with his seed. How perfect you and only you are to carry his child. His legacy.
He grips your hips, slamming himself repeatedly into you over and over, head thrown back when your orgasm comes crashing down. His hips stutter once, twice, three times before he’s spilling his load into you. He actually whimpers, squeezing your ass as your cunt squeezes his cock.
He pants into your mouth when you both come down from your highs, still hard cock nestle into your pussy.
“Not done mamas, not by a fucking long shot.”
🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀
Your husband smiles fondly as you sit on the couch. Fuzzy socks on your feet and blanket laying comfortably on top of you.
Your belly bump is getting bigger and bigger by the day.
He’s such a good husband. Readily available and performing whatever task you need him to do.
Can’t cook tonight? Done. Too tired to take a bath? He’ll help bathe you. Just feeling lazy? He’s taking a day off work.
He was so attentive and you were so grateful, taking anything you could get.
And when your baby girl came?
You’d never seem Miguel get more emotional since the day he found out you were pregnant. (And the day you got married). He cops at her, smiling lovingly as she stares up at him with wide eyes.
Life couldn’t be more perfect.
Yippee🥳🎀
KENDRICK!!!! DROP ANOTHER DISS TRACK, AND MY LIFE… IS YOURS😞✊🏾✊🏾🙏🏾🙏🏾
(Another how to train your dragon ANYTHING)
(Animation like that of treasure planet, Atlantis, and that one Moses animated film)
(Miguel Ohara)
(Spiderverse)
Based of thisssssss
Fluff and smut below the cut😘
Miguel couldn’t look at you the same. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t do it.
You were currently walking around in an oversized shirt and some basket ball shorts of his. Your body had changed for sure. Stretch marks here and there. And no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t look at you the same.
Gorgeous. The first word he thought of when he laid eyes on you. Fucking beautiful.
The perfect women for him, bright smile and brighter eyes. He married you on the spot. (Well not really but you get the point).
You weren’t the same now, tired eyes and even more tired breathes.
Amazing. The first word that came to mind. Holding your baby close to your chest as you breastfed, cooing and humming. Your smile was kind and loving.
What a perfect mama.
And if he thought you were pretty before, well now, now.
It blows him away, the way the women’s body works. Like a goddess creating life. Caring for it with love and everything in between. You blew him away, the changes in your body. God.
You were so sexy. It turned him on how you cared for the child. How natural you seemed to be at it.
You didn’t think so.
You hated the way you looked, mistaking his glance of love for glances of disgust.
And you loved your baby, truly you did. But you were so tired. Not only was everything sore, but your hormones were acting up. Even after pregnancy you were sensitive, crying at the drop of a hat.
And no, it wasn’t the pretty crying. Your nose would run and your eyes would swell and you would gasp for breath.
The baby would be upset and so would you. Seemed liked the only calm person was your husband, which was saying a lot.
You felt ugly, unworthy of love.
Miguel started to notice this after a bit, the first few times you refused intimacy , refused to let him touch you.
Your eyes were sad when he asked, and after the fifth time you just broke down into tears.
You explained to him what you were feeling g, which broke his heart. Shattered it.
He wondered how his pretty little ma could feel so much shame about her body.
And Miguel, Miguel’s horrible at giving comfort. So he did it the only way he knew how.
When he has put the baby to sleep, and allowed you to freshen up he beckoned you over to the bed. He smiled sweetly, laying you down gently. 
He started with massaging your legs, you always loved that.
He whispered about his day, he knew you’d love that. Nothing interesting. He allowed you to talk, also about nothing.
You smiled as you recounted your day, hands mindlessly messing with the sheets.
Slowly he starts to kiss on your leg, humming an acknowledgment when you say something. You’re so pretty, staring up at the ceiling. Your whole bodies relaxed now, a relief.
You only notice what your husbands trying to do when he reaches your stomach.
Cupping his face you smile sweetly, trying to deter him. It doesn’t though. He shakes his head, pulling your hand gently away from him and kissing both your palms. He chuckles at the light blush that’s dusts your cheeks afterwards.
He moves from your stomach to your breast, groaning at the feeling on them in his hand. He gently rolls your nipples, causing you to gasp. 
His pretty baby.
He kisses under your neck, to your jaw, to your cheeks.
He emphasizes your eyes, your mouth, everything .
He slowly peeled off your shorts, biting his lip. It’s been so long and he missed the feel of you. He missed making love.
And since it’s been so long, how about he preps his girl?
His tongue glides against your pussy, fingers gently rubbing against the inside. His cock twitches at your small moans, so pretty against your lips. You pull and tug at his hair, causing him to groan.
When he’s made you cum twice he pulls away, kissing you and making you taste yourself.
You whine.
And when he finally sinks himself in you he whines.
He moves slowly but deep, kissing anything he can get his hands on. He cups your ass, groping it as he whispers into your ear.
He tells you how much he loves you. How sexy he sees you. He tells you how bothered you get him, walking around like you aren’t the most beautiful, attractive, caring and loving persons he’s ever met.
He gasp as he whispered, beautiful cunt clenching him so good.
He flips over so your on top, and tells you how much he needs you. His lovely wife taking care of him for so long, and now the gorgeous child you both had.
Telling you how perfect you are, how good you’re doing.
And you cum when his hand snakes down to your pussy, thick fingers circling your clit. He comes a moment after your, thrusting himself once, twice, three times to the sound of you moaning his name.
You both lay against each other. Satisfied.
And when you’re falling asleep to his heartbeat, he whispers a soft; “Love you ma, never forget.”
Miguel fic idea ( Fluff and kinda smutty):
This is specifically fem reader :v
Reader who after giving birth to their son, feels insecure about their mom-bod and think Miguel doesn't like it as much. Meanwhile Miguel is going absolutely feral over it and might as well give their child a sibling ;3
Or siblings
Prompt idea: from @bluemadnessstuff
Warning: •smut •fluff
Summary: Miguel shows you how much he loves your body after pregnancy🩷
Miguel couldn’t look at you the same. No matter how hard he tried he just couldn’t do it.
You were currently walking around in an oversized shirt and some basket ball shorts of his. Your body had changed for sure. Stretch marks here and there. And no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t look at you the same.
Gorgeous. The first word he thought of when he laid eyes on you. Fucking beautiful.
The perfect women for him, bright smile and brighter eyes. He married you on the spot. (Well not really but you get the point).
You weren’t the same now, tired eyes and even more tired breathes.
Amazing. The first word that came to mind. Holding your baby close to your chest as you breastfed, cooing and humming. Your smile was kind and loving.
What a perfect mama.
And if he thought you were pretty before, well now, now.
It blows him away, the way the women’s body works. Like a goddess creating life. Caring for it with love and everything in between. You blew him away, the changes in your body. God.
You were so sexy. It turned him on how you cared for the child. How natural you seemed to be at it.
You didn’t think so.
You hated the way you looked, mistaking his glance of love for glances of disgust.
And you loved your baby, truly you did. But you were so tired. Not only was everything sore, but your hormones were acting up. Even after pregnancy you were sensitive, crying at the drop of a hat.
And no, it wasn’t the pretty crying. Your nose would run and your eyes would swell and you would gasp for breath.
The baby would be upset and so would you. Seemed liked the only calm person was your husband, which was saying a lot.
You felt ugly, unworthy of love.
Miguel started to notice this after a bit, the first few times you refused intimacy , refused to let him touch you.
Your eyes were sad when he asked, and after the fifth time you just broke down into tears.
You explained to him what you were feeling g, which broke his heart. Shattered it.
He wondered how his pretty little ma could feel so much shame about her body.
And Miguel, Miguel’s horrible at giving comfort. So he did it the only way he knew how.
When he has put the baby to sleep, and allowed you to freshen up he beckoned you over to the bed. He smiled sweetly, laying you down gently.
He started with massaging your legs, you always loved that.
He whispered about his day, he knew you’d love that. Nothing interesting. He allowed you to talk, also about nothing.
You smiled as you recounted your day, hands mindlessly messing with the sheets.
Slowly he starts to kiss on your leg, humming an acknowledgment when you say something. You’re so pretty, staring up at the ceiling. Your whole bodies relaxed now, a relief.
You only notice what your husbands trying to do when he reaches your stomach.
Cupping his face you smile sweetly, trying to deter him. It doesn’t though. He shakes his head, pulling your hand gently away from him and kissing both your palms. He chuckles at the light blush that’s dusts your cheeks afterwards.
He moves from your stomach to your breast, groaning at the feeling on them in his hand. He gently rolls your nipples, causing you to gasp.
His pretty baby.
He kisses under your neck, to your jaw, to your cheeks.
He emphasizes your eyes, your mouth, everything.
He slowly peeled off your shorts, biting his lip. It’s been so long and he missed the feel of you. He missed making love.
And since it’s been so long, how about he preps his girl?
His tongue glides against your pussy, fingers gently rubbing against the inside. His cock twitches at your small moans, so pretty against your lips. You pull and tug at his hair, causing him to groan.
When he’s made you cum twice he pulls away, kissing you and making you taste yourself.
You whine.
And when he finally sinks himself into you he whines.
He moves slowly but deep, kissing anything he can get his hands on. He cups your ass, groping it as he whispers into your ear.
He tells you how much he loves you. How sexy he sees you. He tells you how bothered you get him, walking around like you aren’t the most beautiful, attractive, caring and loving persons he’s ever met.
He gasp as he whispered, beautiful cunt clenching him so good.
He flips over so your on top, and tells you how much he needs you. His lovely wife taking care of him for so long, and now the gorgeous child you both had.
Telling you how perfect you are, how good you’re doing.
And you cum when his hand snakes down to your pussy, thick fingers circling your clit. He comes a moment after your, thrusting himself once, twice, three times to the sound of you moaning his name.
You both lay against each other. Satisfied.
And when you’re falling asleep to his heartbeat, he whispers a soft; “Love you ma, never forget.”
To the creator of the prompt I LOVVVVVEEEEE your fic ideas and all credit to you😘😘🩷
In case you just want the fic. Link for the prompt above🫶🏽🎀
Cuz like…😕😕😕
Jk I’ll do it, but it’ll take some time cuz idk how exactly to write angst without crying also.
Thank you @rosegoldiscalm and @ladyofmemories 🩷🩷
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FULL of Jjk and Miguel Ohara wips. PROMISE their all being worked on thoroughly and to perfection🤞🏾🙏🏾
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I know I have to write the Sukuna angst, it’s in the way trust🙏🏾 but what other things would yall like me to write?