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nejiverse · 10 months

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SWEET-TEETH

Satoru Gojo

In which Gojo just so happened to pass his love for sweets onto his daughter. Fem! Reader

cw: a hyper toddler, cranky y/n, megumi makes an appearance

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Sugar is worse than crack.

No one could convince you otherwise in this moment in time.

A nap. That's all you wanted to take. Were you granted that simple luxury? Absolutely not.

Not with a man child and an actual child under the same roof.

During pregnancy you prayed, pleaded that your child wouldn't inherit Gojo's sweet tooth but she did.

Not only that but she also inherited Gojo's white hair and blue eyes.

9 months all for your daughter to wholly be a daddy's girl in both looks and personality.

You got out of bed and haphazardly threw on one of your husband's shirts before leaving your shared room and following the high pitched screaming and squealing which ultimately led you to the kitchen.

You observed Gojo leaning against the island as he watched the toddler run around the kitchen with an amused expression. She was clad in just a diaper and a purple dora the explorer vest. Along with her slightly damp hair, you assumed Gojo had just taken her for a bath not too long ago.

But gosh, if it were possible for her to bounce off the ceilings then you were certain she'd be doing so right now. She was waddling around faster than her little legs could take her.

"Why?", you crossed your arms over your chest and approached Gojo groggily.

"Babe! You're finally awak—".

You certainly weren't awake by choice.

"Why", you interrupted him and this time it was more of a command than a question.

"...why what?", he tilted his head with that stupid clueless expression that made you wanna punch him in the face.

Gojo was able to figure out from your agitated state that you didn't wake up by yourself but that you were actually woken up against your will, more than likely by all the screaming from your toddler. He forgot how much you hated being woken up.

"Why did you give her sugar", you irked.

"Whaaaat! You can't just jump to conclusions silly", he laughed, trying to ignore the deathly glare you were giving him.

"Satoru", you called him by his full name and not by Toru. It made him want to crawl into a hole and die.

"I know a sugar-fuelled screech when I hear it".

“But Y/nn! I can’t just eat sweets and not give her some”, he whined.

“What sweets?”, you asked out of curiosity.

You saw your husband’s whole body flinch at your words as his index finger tapped against the island idly.

It was something he subconsciously did whenever he was lying or hiding something.

“It was mochi wasn’t it”, specifically his favourite, Kikufuku.

He let out a nervous laugh and averted his gaze from you.

“What did I tell you last time?”.

“I can only have mochi three times a week at most…”, he sulked. “So I don’t get diabetes..”.

And he had it yesterday, the day before and the day before that.

You shook your head. “To be honest Toru, I think today’s the day I finally kill you”.

Although your words were nothing to smile at, he smiled anyway because you called him by his nickname. It meant you forgave him (in his head anyway). It just meant you were over it more than anything.

In that moment, you three heard the front door squeak open. The same door you’ve been pestering Gojo to lubricate for weeks.

D/n squealed, the sounds rivalling that of the squeaky door as she ran over to the door and smiled widely at the sight of Megumi. She hugged his legs and as he was about to routinely lift her into his arms, she ran away again as she continued her unbearable shouting.

She would usually make grabby hands at him to lift her up, but not today. She wanted to continue running around.

Megumi felt betrayed and he thinks he knows the reason for this betrayal.

He walked into the kitchen where the toddler ran into and looked at Gojo with narrowed eyes and a scowl.

“Why’d you give her so much sugar?”.

Gojo’s mouth fell open as he looked at you then Megumi. “How the hell do you guys know I gave her sugar??!”.

“I know a sugar-fuelled screech when I hear it”.

Gojo swore he felt like deja vu just now or something.

“That’s what I said!”, you exclaimed.

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cinnbar-bun · 5 months

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Hugs and Kisses (ft various OP Characters!)

Characters included: Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji.

Scenario: How they give/like to give hugs and kisses to you.

Rating: SFW

You can read this on my AO3 here!

Pt. 2 over here

Luffy

He likes to give quick kisses. Cheek kisses, forehead kisses, nose kisses- imagine a puppy all over your face.

Impulsively does it whenever he feels. During dinner, during a battle, during a random cuddle session, heck, sometimes just seeing you makes him kiss your cheek.

Very rarely kisses you on the lip, not because he hates them, he just thinks your cheeks are super cute. He does give kisses on the lips, again, without rhyme or reason. But he tends to give them in his most passionate or loving moments.

He loves it when you pinch his cheeks and kiss them.

Since he adores your cheeks, he has a habit of kissing them, then literally nomming on your cheeks like they’re dumplings or mochi. It weirds out the others sometimes and Nami has hit him over the head to yell at him that you’re not food.

Honestly, you’ve just gotten used to it because your boyfriend and captain are very goofy in general. It was one of the reasons you fell for him, so it’s rather endearing to you.

He loves having you on his lap then wrapping his arms around you. He likes to rest his chin on your shoulder while you’re doing something. This is so he has major access to your shoulder and cheek.

He thinks your shoulders taste yummy and are fun to nom on, too.

Slight joke: if you use a scented lotion, perfume, shampoo, or body wash, he will kiss/nom on you and then comment on the flavor/scent.

“Do you think you could like, use meat body wash?” “No.”

Literal puppy energy it’s so cute.

Zoro

Let’s get one thing straight, it’s that he’s not kissing you in front of others. Honestly, people wonder if he has ever kissed you.

Yes. A lot. But only in private (except for some reasons we will discuss in a bit). He is not too big on PDA and prefers your relationship to remain behind closed doors. It’s not anyone’s business what you two do.

He loves, absolutely adores, giving you forehead kisses. He likes to brush your hair back with his hands and then press a kiss there.

Quick pecks on your lips when he is walking sometimes. They’re so brief hardly anyone catches what just happened. He continues walking like he didn’t just do that, but you smile because it’s obvious how much he cares for you.

He is a very tired guy, and his frequent naps are made much better with you. He loves the sound of you kissing his face and slight whispers in his ear to get him to sleep.

I don’t think he can fall asleep in completely silent areas. He’s very used to noise, and to him, if it’s completely silent, that signals danger and triggers his fight response. So having you making noise to him is comforting.

AKA, give him the ASMR experience and whisper and kiss his ears. He loves it wayyyy more than he feasibly should. He adores it so much.

If you were dating during the timeskip and maybe visited him at Mihawk’s, please know that Mihawk has witnessed this but will never speak of such a thing.

Like I mentioned earlier, he will kiss you in public sometimes. Sometimes. Very rarely.

I think he’s jealous or very overprotective, but he won’t act out on it often. He trusts you. But say if, for some reason, maybe Sanji or another person is taking too much of your attention or looking at you a bit too much? Well, you can’t blame Zoro for trying to remind them that he’s with you- not them.

He might throw his arm over your shoulder or will kiss your lips just to make sure they get the point that Zoro is yours.

Another time he’ll do it is reuniting during a fight or after a difficult fight. Doesn’t give a crap, if he can, he embraces you and gives you the most passionate kiss that says so much- I love you. I’m so glad you’re safe. I’ll protect you, I promise.

Nami

Nami is generous with her kisses. She gives them a lot.

She’s not for massive amounts of PDA, so she won’t do a major make out session in the middle of dinner or something- she's not like that.

She’s more about physical contact like holding your hand and kissing your cheek.

She tends to lean into your shoulders, but if you’re smaller than her or prefer it, she likes it when you lean into her. She just begins to absentmindedly stroke your hair.

Nami is a fun gal, she often likes kissing you with sparkly or bright colored lipsticks to leave a mark. She likes to see how long it takes before you notice.

Nami is still Nami, though, so she likes to use her kisses to get her way. But since she’s dating you, it’s not in a malicious or manipulative way. It’s mostly used as a joke and her playing up the theatrics.

Nami likes when you kiss her hands, the top of her head, and her wrist.

Actually, this one is a big thing for her, but when you two start dating, she loves wearing matching jewelry with you- especially shiny jewels or gold. She’s a bit of an expensive girly, but she’s got good taste. She would prefer something that’s more subtle, like an accessory with a matching color jewel for the both of you, or one with a jewel of your birthstones. Something that looks innocuous but ultimately is important to you and her. It’s like a nice secret!

When you two get those accessories and wear them, she adores you kissing hers. Again, with the wrist thing, if she got a bracelet with your birthstone on it and you kiss it, she’s practically swooning and grinning ear to ear.

Nami thinks your lap is a very nice seat and she tends to sit on your lap while she is looking through something or counting money.

Her kisses have a faint tangerine flavor to them.

Usopp

“Kisses? Hah, I’ve given so many of them!”

He’s never had one. You’re his first kiss, and he is excited but also gets nervous and shy that you think he’s a bad kisser.

Constant overthinker, he will deadass put so much chapstick or lip creams to have soft lips because he’s afraid you will break up with him over chapped lips.

He loves, loves, loves when you kiss his nose and cheek. He turns red in the cutest way and oh my god, please, the smile he has on his face. It’s too cute.

You’re most likely making the first move to kiss him, he’s too nervous and shy to do that and feels he’ll overstep his boundaries if he does it first.

But once you two get more comfortable and Usopp gains some confidence, Usopp will take the lead and kiss you. It’s an amazing growth.

Gets nervous doing it in public so he tries not to. But he probably brags and lies that he couldn’t kiss you in public because OBVIOUSLY you’d just melt from his amazing kissing skills, and he couldn’t put on the spot like that.

Usopp, however, is easily excitable and emotional though, so occasionally, he’ll pull you into a kiss without realizing. It’s only when he hears the others chuckle and snicker that he comes to reality and turns red.

Usopp adores it when you hug him and rest your head on his chest. It makes him feel manlier and like your hero.

He’ll immediately drop everything to hug you and hold you close.

Sanji

You know how most of the others on this list are more lowkey and try to keep their affections private? Yeah, abandon that thought when Sanji is involved.

He’s happy to kiss you and hold you in public, whatever you wish. You wish him to carry you bridal style and proudly proclaim his love for you? He will. He will do it. Absolutely.

The screams of “MELLORINE!” “MY LOVE!” “DAARRRRLING!” and various other pet names he has for you is practically heard all day long. Sanji is just so enthusiastic about being yours.

He’s a gentleman though, first and foremost, so he will always be respectful of you and your boundaries.

He tends to kiss your cheek and your knuckles the most. It’s not just one kiss though, so you’re peppered with them in between romantic French phrases.

On a similar vein to Nami- Sanji wants to buy both of you promise rings. They’re classy and elegant, but very expensive. He loves when you wear it around your fingers and happily remarks how much he adores you and can’t wait to be yours forever.

Likes to keep his hand around your waist and have you beside him. You’re his other half, and he feels it the most when you two sit side by side.

He has a bad habit (is it really a bad thing though?) where he likes to hold you close and just watch you. He melts at your little mannerisms and facial expressions. Sure, there might be a fantastic party or performance in front of him, but with you- you're all he can see, and he never wants to stop looking at you.

You two have started a fun game- getting flavored lip balms or chapsticks then kissing Sanji so he can guess the flavor. So far, he’s gotten all of them right!

If you are ever sad or require a bit of comfort, Sanji will simply hold you close and stroke your hair and back. The smell of cigarettes that remain on his clothing is oddly comforting as he makes sure to be extra careful with you.

#one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #monkey d. luffy #luffy x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #nami #nami x reader #usopp x reader #usopp

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javarium · 5 months

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sweet dedication | g. satoru

a year after his fight with sukuna, satoru finally gets to enjoy his birthday in peace, with no one but his beloved wife.

w — fluff, post-canon, lots of food :3, i incorporated a doggo sue me, vv short but hopefully sweet 🥰

Happy Birthday, My Beloved Satoru ❤️❤️

[ line divider credit to @/saradika ]

The last thing Satoru expected to smell coming through the front door of his home was a mixture of cinnamon and cherries. He shrugged off the jacket from his shoulders and curiously stepped further into his home. Upon seeing the kitchen table and every counter, his eyes went wide and mouth fell open.

On the kitchen table was at least four boxes of pizza, chicken wings, fried chicken, and brisket. Towards the end of the table farther fell the front door were sides, like green bean casserole and corn. His mouth began to water, his inner food junkie rearing it’s hungry head.

Across the counters and clearly in the oven were desserts, desserts, and more desserts — apple and cherry pie, cheesecake, fruit kebabs, crepes, mochi, brownies, kikufuku from Sendai. Gosh, what was the occasion?

And then the man sees above the hallway entrance that leads to the other rooms: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Satoru gapes.

Was it really December 7th?

He checks his phone and his brows raise in surprise. How in the world did he forget?

But you didn’t. You would’ve been the only one available to have made such a feast for him (even if it was mostly sweets), since everyone else was out on missions, still trying to tidy up Japan after the Culling Games’ toll.

He feels his heart swell with love and happiness, happy that you’ve remembered a date that he’s thrown to the side for so many years. He’s happy that you’ve done so much here for him, a genuine showcase of how much you really loved him and knew him by cooking all of his favorites. This must’ve taken you hours and hours to do; this being a clear proclamation of how much you’ve dedicated yourself to him and to knowing him.

“Babe?” he calls out to open air. No response. He’s smart by checking the kitchen first; you’d never leave cooking food unattended.

Satoru’s mouth quirks up into a sweet smile at the sight of passed out, sitting on the kitchen floor with your inseparable corgi Maple snoozing away right next to you. Although he squints at the sight of your neck lolled to the side in the corner of the cabinets. That didn’t look comfortable at all.

He’s not sure if he should take you to bed or wake you up right now. After a moment, he decides the former. But as soon as you’re scooped up and secured against his broad chest, your eyes flutter open. Maple wakes up too, barking and wiggling her butt, happy to see her dad.

“Oh, my god. Satoru!”

He winks. “The one and only baby.”

Your brain has always been fast about remembering all of the events prior to any sort of sleep or nap you’ve had. This time was no different, and he chuckles when you begin to groan and complain about your surprise being ruined.

“God, I can’t believe I fell asleep! How does one even sleep on the kitchen floor. My ass hurts, Jesus,” you complain. You burrow your head into the crook of his neck in embarrassment as he carries you to the couch and sits down with you on his lap. Maple bounds up behind him and miraculously uses her little legs to hop up on the couch. Satoru chuckles and takes a moment to briefly give her belly rubs.

“Thank you for trying to make this day special for me,” your ‘Toru says. It’s sweet, the tone of his voice, filled with love and adoration. “Don’t feel bad. That looks like a lot of cooking you did, so it’s only natural you’d fall asleep at some point. So don’t beat yourself up over it, okay?”

You grumble but nod anyway. It was true. You’d been awake ever since he’d left earlier this morning, putting the pedal to the floor on your attempt to swamp the love of your life with all of his favorite foods made by hand.

“I love you, Satoru,” you mumble, still tired and sleepy from overextending yourself.

“I love you, too, baby.” His lips press a long kiss to the side of your temple. He pulls away to gaze down into your eyes, chuckles escaping him again at seeing the sleepy haze in them. “Thank you for trying to make my special day special.”

“But I still didn’t get to surprise you,” you complain.

“I wasn’t expecting it when I came home, especially now with everything going on. I think that’s a big enough surprise for me,” he argues. “So come on, cheer up! We have some delicious delicious food to eat made by my sweet, adorable, wonderful wifey-poo! Except the pizza of course!”

You deadpan. “Call me that again and I’ll smash the strawberry shortcake I made as your birthday cake in that expensive jacket you bought last week.”

Satoru gasps dramatically in horror.

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

“Not if I eat it first!”

taglist:

@vagabond-umlaut @heresan @4sat0ruu and @/all my satoru lovers also i shouldn’t have taken that nap otherwise this taglist would be longer lmaoo

let’s raise a glass to this man who deserves the entire fucking world

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo fluff #jjk gojo #jjk fluff #Happy Birthday ‘Toru ❤️❤️

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greycaelum · 6 months

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Hi, Grey! Could you write some cuddling with Satoru after a long day with the Kaleidoscope series Reader? Preferably the current timeline where the Reader is pregnant with the 2 babies if that's alright ❤️ Thank you in advance!

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { Blankets }

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Genre: fluff, pregnancy, domestic life, parenthood

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (2.5k)—/overprotective Satoru and his love for his wife, kids, implied suggestive hints, implied negative traditional perceptions on twins—/

𑁍 A/N: I've always done angst stuff over the past Oct 31st... For the third time I'm spending this Oct 31st with him... this time it's fluff.

"They're sleeping," Satoru mumbled in a hushed tone. You sat on the recliner while he sat on the floor, his ear pressed to your growing baby bump with your hand brushing through his soft, fresh-cut hair. Which, by the way, you're very proud of because you managed to cut his hair perfectly, showing off the undercut you're obsessed with.

"Papa... I want to hold Mama, too." Saika jumped up and down, begging her father. Her hair is still like a bird's nest after waking up from her afternoon nap.

"Wait a second, Cat, Papa is still... Oh! They kicked!!! Honey, they kicked!" Satoru eyes widened. Blown out of his mind, he shot up and looked at you with a face as if he had won the lottery.

"I want to feel too!" Saika whined and hugged your arm.

"Me too! Me too!" Kouki came rushing when he heard his Papa from the kitchen.

Satoru shushed his kids as he laid his head again on your belly, waiting for more. As much as he loves his kids, he rarely catches the Little Sunshines moving around your tummy. Meanwhile, whenever he comes home, he hears the two munchkins bragging about how their little siblings kick when they are around.

You shook your head as your three cats crammed around your belly, hoping to catch the little ones' movement in your belly. But after a few more minutes, no more kicks came, and eventually, Satoru looked at you with a pout, hoping he could've felt more kicks. The two munchkins returned to what they were doing, leaving you and Satoru in the engawa watching the small inner zen garden while Satoru stayed on his knees waiting and waiting.

"You can't do this to Papa, munchkins... Don't you like my voice? You know I will be the one changing your diapers when you come out, so you have to be kind to Papa." Satoru poked your belly and smothered his face to your bump, tracing the past stretch marks and kissing them more. "Maybe I should give you a lotion massage so they'll get used to me holding you more and more, Honey." Satoru looked up to you with pleading eyes. "You know, as a father-child bonding!"

"Love, even if they don't keep kicking when you're around. I'm sure they know who you are... You are their Papa." You chuckled and pinched his nose.

"Who knows... they don't kick around much when I'm near, unlike others..." Satoru pouted. "I'm always working, so I wanna feel them kick too when I'm home."

You chuckled at his sentiment, finding his little jealousy more endearing than annoying.

"Mother and babies are connected... so I'm sure they know how much I love their Papa... Right Little Ones?" You caressed your belly and kissed Satoru's head.

With your pregnancy hitting the middle of your second trimester, your work in your cafe and the Gojo Clan dwindled even before you could ask for rest. Your parents often visit, bringing lots of food, and sometimes they take the two munchkins out so you can have a break. Your parents-in-law have also kept sending you tonics, and much to your mother-in-law's delight, she can visit almost any time of the day and see her grandchildren; your father-in-law took it upon himself to lessen Satoru's workload as the clan head, so you two could have as much time as you can knowing how sensitive your pregnancy is right now.

"I think... we should stop accepting gifts... You think so, sweetheart?" You sighed and hugged Kouki, who opened the newly arrived gifts from friends and acquaintances in congratulations for your pregnancy.

"You don't like gifts anymore, Mama?" Your son, sitting between your legs, looked up to you. You really have to convince him to cut his hair soon. It's longer than yours and Saika...

"Well... It's too much, and I doubt we can use all these gifts. Besides, it's tiring to keep opening them every day. They don't end." You sighed.

Kouki shrugged and pulled out another maternity pillow, the sixth one you received over the months.

"I can't wait for my baby brother and baby sister to come out," Kouki mumbled and looked up to you with a smile. "I'm gonna give them lots of squishmallows." He excitedly declared.

You cannot help but chuckle and pepper Kouki with kisses. The only thing he got from you is his eyes. The rest... He's just like his Papa. Mischievous yet turns to a cottony fluff around you.

"Mama... I hope my little sister and brother come out with your hair." Saika inhaled the scent of your hair and hugged you from the back. She begged to comb your hair for you in your girl's day out.

"Why? I like your hair too, sweetie~ It reminds me of Papa." You kissed his chubby cheeks, making her giggle and pepper you with her kisses.

"Mama's hair is so pretty!" She exclaimed and hugged you as you both looked at the mirror with matching bright smiles.

"Cramps?" Satoru murmured in the middle of the night as he felt you moved away from his arms. "Let me..." He immediately helped you lean on the headboard and gently eased your tensed muscles, earning you a slight whine of pain. "How long? You should've woken me up, pretty girl."

"I thought it would go away quickly... Besides, you were tired, Satoru. It's not as bad as last week." You exhaled and sighed as you watched your husband slowly massage your legs until the cramps subsided. Satoru held your ankles and played with your little toes until he saw you yawn.

"Baby... Let's go on a date tomorrow?" Satoru hummed and went back beside you so you could lay your head on his chest, and his arms wrapped around your shoulders

"If I feel better..." You nodded and quickly slipped back to sleep while Satoru was left to caress your seven-month-old belly. Sometimes, he wonders where you get the strength to hold two babies after you made him try the watermelon challenge... It made his hips cry in pain, carrying that weight around in just three hours...

"Don't give your Mama a hard time, okay?" Satoru hopes his little ones listen to him. If he's asked one thing that he's so proud to pass on to his kids, it would probably be his unconditional love for you... Whenever he sees his children surround you with love, his heart swells with pride, knowing he's doing a great job reflecting how much he loves you. It means a lot to see his children love the love of his life... "I love her so much to let her be in pain... so be good babies and behave inside your Mama, okay?" He poked your tummy.

Surely enough, the next day, Satoru brought you out to buy several maternity dresses, not that you needed them because you've had so much from Kouki and Saika. Still, knowing Satoru and his splurging tendencies, you find yourself getting dragged along the boutiques, fitting anything that catches your or his eyes.

"Let me help." He kneeled on one knee with your feet on his other knee as he fit the flat sandal in your foot. "Is it soft? Walk for a bit. If it's hard, we'll find another one." Satoru looked up to you and waited for your opinion. He switched from his blindfold into the Raybans. This time, you could easily see his eyes than usual so you don't miss the soft glint in his eyes when he subtly massaged your swollen ankles as he fitted the sandal.

At this point, the saleslady is just standing beside you, watching you and Satoru dreamily. It was as if Satoru became a professional shoe critic as he rummaged for the best sandals for pregnant women.

"Is it your first child, Madame? Sir looks so meticulous about everything." The saleslady made small talk as Satoru told you to wait while he paid.

"No, it's actually our third." You laughed, making the saleslady look at you in disbelief.

Satoru held your hand with the other sprawled protectively over your hips as he led you to the food court, knowing it was time for your orange juice.

"You know... We always get asked if it's our first child. Probably because you never seem to calm down and chill like the dads who were already done with their first baby." You sipped on your orange juice, filling your daily need for the sweet fresh juice paired with a guilty extra-large cheeseburger and fries. "I want to each purple yam milk tea..."

"Honey... You haven't even finished your food yet." Satoru opened his mouth for the fries you offered. "And we look so young, that's why. Pretty husband means pretty wife." He winked at you, making you roll your eyes.

You pursed your lips and continued eating anyway. Satoru does look younger for his age. Ijichi looks older than your husband. It's worth noting that it's Satoru's fault that his kouhai always looked so stressed.

"Have you thought of the names, Baby?" Satoru sipped on your juice, thanking whatever deities were watching over him right now that you didn't have a cranky moment when he drank from your drink. Pregnant women and their pet peeves...

"Yeah! I did!" You smiled brightly. "But don't ask. I'll surprise you when they're born." You giggled.

Satoru names Kouki and Saika. This time, it's your turn to name your babies.

Babies...

"They're not twins, Mother..." You sighed for the nth time. "And even if they are, I don't see any problem with it."

Your Mother-in-Law came over to chat. You can't blame her; despite being luxurious and vast, the Gojo Estate can be very dull to stay in.

"Yes, I know they aren't." She sighed. "But you know I just cannot help but worry for them, for you. You know how the remaining elders still hold the traditions even with the new administration. It is easy for them to label your children twins and isolate one or perhaps both."

Of course... Japan could be one of the most superstitious societies for a technologically advanced country, leaning more toward the conservative traditions passed down from the old days. It's the undercurrent Satoru has been going against for most of his life.

"Our children will be fine, Mother..." Kouki and Saika have been adjusting reasonably well between their everyday lives and those in the jujutsu society. "They don't have to join the jujutsu world if they don't want just because we are their parents."

Even Kouki doesn't have much interest in jujutsu besides his training with his Papa, which he enjoys well. Saika... She's just four. Aside from her liking to stay with Shoko and learning in the infirmary, there's nothing much to worry about.

You smiled at your Mother-in-Law. "We can't be with our children forever, but Satoru and I will ensure they will be strong enough to face their problems."

Satoru came home early. He has been so over the long run. A world where he's not the only pillar, a generation that can par his strength. He would love to lose the title of "the strongest" if it means he can also rest like this. It gets lonely on the top. And he's at the age to start worrying more if his daughter has a suitor or which boy has enough guts to face him and block any of them from snatching his little princess away rather than growing premature white hairs from staying up late because of overtime and chasing some ugly curses... not that his hair isn't already white...

He prefers chasing his wife in the bedroom...

His head pressed against your eight-month-old baby bump as you cuddled on the bed. Years ago, this simple dream of coming home as early as 5 in the evening seemed so far-fetched, but now it's a staple of his day. To lie down with you, to eat dinner with you, to take a bath together with you, and sometimes with the kids... to actually talk before one of you falls asleep first.

"When the kids are a little older, let's go on a trip..." He looked up to you. "Y'know, just the two of us..."

He could already imagine spending days in Basel, Switzerland, with you—the simplicity of the countryside, with green meadows and fresh air. Or hopping through boutiques and boutiques in France or him teaching you to surf in the wild waves at Bali...

"You're not tired of jumping from one place to another?" You chuckled.

"That's different." Satoru shrugged. "I go because it's work, and you're usually not with me. It's not like it's that fun roaming in the countryside of London to exorcise a banshee."

You laughed loudly. It's pretty accurate. Since you've birthed Saika, the times you went with Satoru on his overseas trips have dwindled from every week to twice in three months or even a little less. Having two children to look after, cute ones at that and naughty too, has drawn you to prefer the comforts of the home than hopping from one place to another.

"I'm sure their grandparents will be most happy to babysit for them while we're on a trip." You closed your eyes and stroked his head as he kissed your belly bump.

Satoru smiled at the sweet tone of your laugh as you lay your head on his chest, his arms carefully tucked you by his side, and pulled the soft quilt he bought last week after you mentioned that the previous blanket was too heavy and thick.

"Honey...?"

"Mnnn?" You opened your eyes and looked up to him.

Satoru gazed into your eyes. People who have seen his eyes often say they were breathtaking sapphires. But he begs to differ. Your eyes have always been his favorite. They were unclouded... and filled with love that his heart could not help but melt every time you looked at him with your tender gaze. He couldn't help but wish the coming little munchkins would have your eye color.

"Thank you for giving me Kouki, Saika, and these coming little munchkins." He's not the person who gets sentimental, but he has moments like this when it's only the two of you in the security of your home, in the confines of this simple bedroom.

"You are their father, Satoru, just as much as I am their mother. We couldn't have had them if not for each other." Your noses met each other, and you playfully nuzzled against his, making him laugh as well.

A hand was placed at the back of your neck, and with a gentle tug, he kissed you softly, feeling the smile on your lips as he made sure you knew how much he adored you with every fiber. of his being.

—GreyCaelum

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beautiful-is-boring · 8 months

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Powerbank

I KNOW THIS IS A WEIRD PIC OF GOJO BUT HE LOOKS SO CUTIE PATOOTIE

Gojo x gn!reader | Fluffy fluff |

Contains: reader lies on top of gojo's back, y/n is mentioned to be a jujutsu sorcerer, not proofread

A/n: hey guys I'm so sorry I'm really preoccupied with my studies and tests and i have writers block as well pls excuse this sorry excuse of a fic again I'm so sorry

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You walk into your shared bedroom, your eyes falling upon satoru, the love of your life, lying on the bed on his stomach, facing away from you, scrolling on his phone.

Being powerful jujutsu sorcerers, the both of you didn't get many day offs, so you both cherished every holiday that you got. The both of you would talk about anything and everything, or cuddle, or just quietly spend the day in each other's silent company.

You guys had planned to go out for dinner that evening, but a little nap before leaving sounded so, so good. You had an idea.

Gojo noticed your presence and the sound of your footsteps becoming louder already, indicating that you were coming towards him. However he certainly did not expect you to lie down on his back, the sudden movement resulting in his eyes to widen and a cute grin to break out on his face.

"What are you doing baby?" He asked with a chuckle.

A content and relaxed sigh left your lips, your chest and cheek squished on his back, and he had to admit to himself that the feeling of your weight on his body felt comforting, like a warm blanket.

"Charging." You said. "I need energy to stare at your pretty face tonight toru."

"Awee you think im pretty? You really are obsessed with me aren't you? And what do you mean by charging? What am I, a powerbank?"

"Yes" One answer to all of his questions. You're voice had become quieter, and satoru noticed.

Satoru tried to move, saying he needed to see your face and hold you in his arms, but you held him in place.

"noo toru don't move."

"are you sure you're comfortable, love?"

"yeah, you're perfect." You giggled "the perfect powerbank, always keeping me happy"

You lean down a little to peck his soft lips, but now it was satoru's turn to hold you in place, deepening the kiss. No matter how many times he kissed you, it never failed to make you flustered, creating butterflies in your stomach.

He truly brightened your day whenever you were sad, he was the sun in your life, optimistic and a heart full of love for you and you only.

"you're so cute y/n"

You kissed his cheek in response, and went back to your original position, lying on his back, quickly falling asleep on top him, feeling safe.

Satoru thought to himself that he would gladly be your powerbank forever if it meant keeping you active, happy and always making you smile and feel safe around him. He would do anything for you, but you did the same for him too, making him feel all giddy when you bought flowers and mochi for him, hugging him, kissing him. You brought joy to his life.

He felt your rhythmic breathing and basked in your affection. He knew you were fast asleep and so he whispered-

"you're my power bank too y/n...because of you, i am the happiest man on earth."

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 3 months

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Do you think Tenjiku executives are cat poeple or dog poeple ?

Like which they would own? Well we'd probably have

Izana- Fish person, ok ok if he couldn't choose a fish then I feel like he'd go with a cat over a dog. Prefers the more chill vibes of a cat.

Kakucho- Dog 100%! He'd definitely love walking and playing with a dog

Shion- Also a dog, I feel like he'd not only prefer a more ougoing pet but he'd also love making jokes about how he's a mad dog and now he has an actual dog.

Mucho- Would get a cat, could definitely see him happily sitting with a cat in his lap at home.

Sanzu- Was tempted to say cat here but I actually think dog instead. Mainly because we know how tidy Sanzu likes to keeps things and i think he would be a bit wary of a cat and all the places it can jump on and reach. Also i could see him getting a dog as an idea to take it for walks and use that as an excuse to be close to wherever Mikey is. Definitely ends up actually loving the dog too though

Ran- Cat, would be constantly napping next to the cat too

Rindou- Dog, probably a very energetic breed too, would take his dog running with him and stuff. Has definitely also taken a picture of his dog with his dj gear on

Mochi- Could see him with either but I wanna say cat because the mental image of him with a tiny kitten is just too cute

Koko- Cat!!!! His own vibes asids I feel like he would like how cats are more independent then dogs. He obviously works a lot so may not be home or busy so having a more independent pet is a must.

Hanma- Could definitely see him with either too, feel like he just likes pets in general and would be happy with anything

Kisaki- Was super tempted to say cat here too but I kinda think dog. I think he'd like the loyalty and the very overt way that dogs show that and get excited to see their owners. Refuses to admit it but likes that affection from his dog.

#i know this said execs but i just figured I'd do everyone #tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #izana kurokawa #Kakucho #rindou haitani #ran haitani #haruchiyo sanzu #muto yasuhiro

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nolita-fairytale · 10 months

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Carmy as Your Baby Daddy | Social Media AU & Headcanon Series | part six

part five | masterlist | part seven

your third trimester & meeting baby bear

your third trimester fatigue really starts to set it, rendering a slow-down on you and carmy's sex-a-palooza (era coined & named by @starbritestarlite). the less-than-desirable symptoms come back: extreme fatigue, smell/food sensitivities, and your back and feet are almost always tired/sore.

sugar insists on throwing you a baby shower, and you let her because you know how happy it makes her. you can't believe she actually wants to throw (and host) the party, even though she has a fourteen-month old, but like she said, she insists. sydney offers to cater it and with that addition, you and sugar are both game.

it's there at the baby shower that sugar finds she's pregnant AGAIN and sydney cannot fathom what she must've done in a past life to deserve two pregnant best friends who can't even drink.

sugar gets pastries from your favorite bakeries around the city: marcus' croissants, mochi donuts decorated like baby bears, cupcakes, while sydney takes care of the rest of the food. it's the sweetest thing and carmy is grateful yet a little overwhelmed by the huge celebration that sugar has orchestrated because you swear she's invited everyone you and carmy have ever known.

most sundays when you host brunch at your place, you whip up a great brunch spread and fantastic playlist, and after all of your guest are done, you and carmy spend the afternoon napping, making out, and dreaming up the rest of your life together.

i'd just like to reiterate the pregnant people in overalls concept because i did in fact go to a ceramic sale and see so many pregnant people in overalls. it's a thing. it's a vibe. i'm not sorry. just picture it: you, pregnant in overalls, painting the second bedroom and turning it into a nursery. you and carmy tag team this huge diy project. while you paint, carmy can't stop checking in: "are you sure you're supposed to be around these paint fumes? you feeling okay? you want to sit down, sweetheart? how's baby bear?" and it's so endearing that he's worried but you're having fun doing this with him and you'd really like for him to stop worrying for a second.

shopping. for. baby. clothes. one day you come home from the office with a tiny little denim baby jacket. "i know baby bear won't be able to wear it for a while but..." and carmy is just in tears.

baby bear pajamas. baby bear bed sheets. baby bear wall decals. baby bear everything.

one day when carmy has a night off, he's made dinner for you by the time you get home from the office. while you insist on doing the dishes, he cuddles up with you on the couch later that night. without warning, he begins giving you a foot massage, and it's the best one you've ever gotten. "baby, if you ever decide to change careers, you might have a future in massage." he blushes, reluctant to tell you, but inevitably shares that pete took him to a prenatal massage class. you are speechless. "i'm sorry. you went to a prenatal massage class with pete?! better not let richie find out." but all of your teasing falls by the wayside as you more than happily accept his foot and back rubs night after night.

on top of talking to baby bear, you and carmy begin reading to baby bear. you buy baby bear a few children's books to start and while you prefer to read them to baby bear, carmy has another idea. one afternoon when you fall asleep, he begins reading (and commenting) on a few cookbooks he's owned for most of his career. things like: "hmmm that seems like a little too much salt." and "2 oz of carrots, shredded, then pickled with-. would you pair carrots with jicama for an escabeche, baby bear?" some days you pretend you're still sleeping just to hear him do it because it truly is the most precious thing you've ever heard in your life.

carmy is terrified that he'll be a bad dad, considering his dad left and his mom is... his mom and freaks out one day. in an effort to calm him down, you finally admit that you've been listening to him read to baby bear when you fall asleep. "a man that a works on a recipe with his unborn kid... that's dad material if i've ever seen it." while he still has his worries and anxieties, it makes him feel loads better when you remind him that more than anything, you believe in him.

when you go into labor, carmy drops everything to get to the hospital as soon as possible. while not planned or preferred, you end up having to have a c-section with baby bear. it's the strangest experience (did you know they literally have to take your organs out to get to the baby?!?!?!) and it's not what you pictured, but the minute you hear baby bear cry, it doesn't matter. it is emotional: army is crying and you're crying and baby bear is crying, and you both know your lives have just changed forever.

"welcome to the world, josephine antonia berzatto," you whisper as you hold your baby girl in your arms for the very first time.

a/n: my heart exploded writing that last part. rip to me.

in a wild turn of events, i WILL be writing a 'your life with baby bear' headcanon for this series NEXT, and then eventually a 'carmy as a dad/you and carmy as parents' headcanon.

i forgot to add... i just want to say that @carmensberzattos did in fact call it, insisting that baby bear be called antonia. which is insane considering in season 2 we learned that carmy's middle name is anthony. and that's on being psychic. name was edited bc it flowed better this way!!

#carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto #carmy x oc #the bear hulu #the bear fx #jeremy allen white #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto headcanon #the bear headcanon #carmy berzatto imagines #carmy berzatto fluff #comfort and chaos #still into you #make my heart surrender #Carmy as your baby daddy #social media au

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namis-gf · 3 months

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Just saw that you’re open for one piece requests and thought I’d drop by.

Would you consider writing back rub and back kisses hcs for katakuri or marco please? And best of luck with the come back ^^

anon ur so insane how did u KNOW i was thinking obsessively about katakuri for the past two weeks straight... ur too good. i meant to stick closer to the prompt but the plot kinda got away from me, sorry!

summary: strawhat!reader x katakuri meet again after many years apart during the whole cake island arc. luffy has been trying to convince him to join his crew with no success, but maybe he might listen to you?

word count: 969 words / 0.9k

cw: none? i think?

whoever said katakuri was 48 year-old eldest daughter syndrome is absolutely correct. he has so many hangups when it comes to both physical and verbal affection, most of the time preferring to passively sit by and let people bother him. case in point, your captain. instead of immediately setting sail for zou to meet up with everyone, luffy has taken it upon himself to convince the minister of flour that his presence is desperately needed on his crew. permanently.

and, if you're going to be polite about it: things aren't going well. you've watched for two days straight, luffy yelling either to the gentle giant's face (which is still quite a distance from the ground), or attempting to scale the walls of katakuri's home. neither of those particularly difficult for the rubber boy, considering the house slash castle itself seems to be basically falling apart.

you wait. nami often sits by your side, either grouching about the time, plotting your captain's demise, or napping on your shoulder. chopper and brook have taken to an almost betting ring of sorts, getting the remaining residents of komugi island to guess whether their leader will stay or go. so far, the odds aren't in luffy's favour. as usual, you might add.

at the end of their fourth extra night, luffy returns to the sunny. he looks a little downtrodden, yawning, but has somehow gotten a hold of a handful of mochi. "i think katakuri was trying to kill me again, but he lost. the food he makes is really yummy though, shishishi!"

with a sigh of your own, you offer, "let me talk to him, i have an idea."

"you do?" luffy replies, mouth full of sweets, "go ahead!"

"call if you need anything!" chopper chimes in.

nami only shakes her head. "if you don't come back, we'll assume you got trampled to death or something. so don't do that please."

"don't even worry about it, i'm basically a pro social hustler," you tell them, and begin the walk to the castle.

"so you are not a bard, or a songstress, or a very small jester. your presence here confuses me, you did not seem like someone who would ever become a pirate," katakuri tells you, his tone as solemn as ever.

"is this a roundabout way of saying i don't have any talents?" you mock-gasp with flair, "oh you wound me so!"

he stares at you wordlessly. okay, it looks like jokes are off the table.

"but you missed me right?" you try instead, putting on your biggest smile. "you missed me so bad, must be why you look so grumpy all the time."

"is your captain aware of..." he pauses, considers, "does the strawhat know of your past?"

"sort of?" you shrug your shoulders, shifting forward to adjust like you aren't already lying on one of his legs (truly the world's largest couch). "there was never exactly a good time to bring it up, ya know? like how was i supposed to say 'uh hey guys, i used to work here as the world's worst gardener before i got fired'."

"hm, that does seem difficult," katakuri nods. "i could not tell how much they knew, but you are lucky that none of my siblings happened to remember you well enough to say anything."

"small blessings for sure," you do your best to contain a laugh, however the echoing chambers of an empty castle only make it louder. "anyways, cut the bullshit. you're gonna come with me, right?"

his neutral expression shifts into something like a frown, and yet you can tell he isn't exactly angry at your presumptuousness either. "i would like to accompany you. but my duties to my... mother and the family take precedence."

"and if you left, she'd send the whole gang after you."

he sighs again. "yes, that is the most probable outcome. and i would not wish to put the strawhat crew in danger."

"that's charming," you reply, "but also really stupid. and i know you aren't a dummy, right? you've been hanging around this dreary archipelago for your whole life! don't you want to, i don't know, do something? go on an adventure?"

he doesn't respond immediately, but a large hand clumsily pats your head with his pointer finger. you grin, knowing victory must be in sight. "your totally evil mom doesn't even leave her place that often, so she won't even notice that you're gone! and tell me right now that you don't think luffy would be chomping at the bit to fight her again? be serious, mochi-mochi."

all of a sudden the ground shifts under you, and you make an embarrassing yelp as you're dragged up and up and up. katakuri holds your body by the back of your shirt, and you're only partially worried that he could drop you. death by splat on marble floor isn't appealing in the slightest. you're suspended by a shirt pinched between fingers as he squints slightly, as though looking for a secret in your expression.

"fine," he eventually says, "i will go. but if something goes wrong, do not say i didn't warn you."

"ah, you're bringing me back to old times!" you hum, making a familiar grabby hand motion for him to drop you on his shoulder. "except i think uh, the last time you warned me-"

"you got fired, yes," he says amicably, but acquiesces to your request. "left or right?"

"right! i wanna look like a really mean parrot, mr. pirate," you exclaim, laughing as he drops you gently where you'd asked. feeling mischievous, you press a kiss against his neck and watch as his face goes pink. "we should probably go make sure that you won't sink the sunny, though!"

"... and you somehow did not think to check something like that before?"

FIN (FOR NOW)

#one piece #one piece x reader #charlotte katakuri #charlotte katakuri x reader #gn!reader #requests open

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rozcdust · 1 year

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The little princess

Pairing: Haitani brothers x younger sister reader

Genre: Fluff, crack

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Canon divergent, ooc, profanity, Shion is a fucking moron, teaching kids swearing, if you’re one of those people who thinks platonic affection between siblings is weird please go away

pt. 1

Shion was only a tad bit salty that he was the only Tenjiku member to never be allowed to be left alone with you - with the exception of Hanma and Kisaki, Ran banned that in a heartbeat.

It’s not like you’d spontaneously combust and die on the spot under his watch, and come to think of it, he wasn’t even allowed to pick you up or throw you in the air as Mochi and Mucho did, Izana banned him from that personally, under the guise of, and, this is, in fact, the direct quote from the King himself:

“Madarame, you were born next to a nuclear power plant, got an IQ of 2 and got hit in the head with several rocks as a child. How do you expect us not to think you’ll kill y/n purely on accident?”

As if it was his fault the doctor dropped on the head upon birth.

At least you seemed fascinated by his tattoos, so he had that going on.

He huffed, not even noticing that Rindou, who was probably babysitting Shion more than he was babysitting you, excused himself to the bathroom, figuring leaving you alone with Shion for 3 minutes, tops, won’t hurt anyone if Ran and Izana don’t find out.

Oh, how wrong he was.

“Mr. Shion, why do you look mad?” You toddled up next to him, looking up in curiosity.

“Your brothers never wanna leave you with me alone. Or let me do your hair, even if Hanma is allowed to do your hair, and Ran hates him.” He absentmindedly booped your nose, sighing.

“Oh. Why?”

“Well, Ran just has a bad feeling about Hanma, apparently-“

“No, Mr. Shion, why don’t brothers let you watch me?”

Shion huffed, annoyed, pulling on the edge of your coat to straighten it out.

He personally thought he’d make a great older brother.

“They probably think I’d accidentally kill you. Or teach you a bad word.”

“Bad word? What is that?”

“Words kids under 10 can’t say.”

“Why?”

“They’re bad words.”

“Like what?”

“Fuck, bitch, cunt, probably?”

You tilted your head in utter confusion, causing the bow Kakucho fixed to your hair earlier to slip.

“Fuck? What does that mean?”

Shion knew, at that moment, that he fucked up.

“Don’t say that word!” Panicked, he glanced around, sighing in relief when no one else was around to hear you speak profanity.

“Fuck? Why?”

“No- Kiddo, you just can’t, wait until you’re older.”

“Is fuck like tattoos? Rinnie said I can’t get those until I’m older as well!”

“Please stop saying that word-“

You suddenly perked up, looking behind Shion with a grin.

“Ran!” Giggling, you sprinted past Shion to attach yourself to Ran’s leg, nuzzling your face into his thigh.

“Hi princess.” Ran gently fixed the bow on your head, offering you a small pat on the back.

Shion gulped, a sheepish smile on his face as he turned around to look at the eldest Haitani.

“Hi. Ran.”

Ran stood behind him with murder in his eyes and baton ready.

“Madarame.”

“You goin’ for a nap?” A small voice asked, the child’s head barely reaching the edge of his bed.

Ran smiled, turning to peer over the edge and into the face of the small girl, looking up at him with bright eyes.

Rindou took charge of her hair and clothes this morning, which meant she was wearing a frog onesie that was absolutely too big for her, almost swallowing her tiny frame, and sporting the single hairstyle Rindou ever really picked up, one that included two tiny braids on each side and an ungodly amount of butterfly clips.

Come to think of it, the hairstyle made her look a little like Ran when he was younger, and at this point, he had to wonder if Rindou did that on purpose.

“Yes, princess. Wanna nap too?”

Nodding fiercely, his younger sister gave a valiant attempt with trying to get up the bed on her own, but after a few failed tries where Ran merely looked on in amusement, she gave up, pouting and raising her hands towards him in a worldwide recognised motion for ‘Up!’

Slipping his hands underneath her armpits, he hoisted her up, much to her delight.

The one problem was, he continued holding her up, arm’s length away, grinning as she wrinkled her nose, pouting again, crossing her arms.

“Put me down?”

“No. You’re adorable when you get pouty.”

“Ran!”

He finally seated her on his lap, cooing as he kissed the top of her head. Carefully so as to not tug on her hair, he started removing the butterfly clips, setting them on his nightside table, to ensure they don’t break or tangle her hair during their nap.

“You’ll be a big girl soon, and big brother won’t be able to pick you up at all! So I wanna while I can.” Smiling softly, he pinched her cheek, softly ticking her neck in the process, making her squirm as she giggled, tryna push his hands away.

“That can’t be, Ran and Rinnie will always be able to pick me up.” Decisively nodding, she grinned up at him, “You’re both so tall and strong! I’m sure you’ll be able to pick me up in 10 years when you’re old and grey too!”

Tilting his head, Ran chuckled in amusement, finally removing the last clip before getting to unbraiding her braids.

“Baby, how old do you think Rindou and I are? We won’t be old nor grey in 10 years.”

“Oh,” Frowning in a way eerily similar to Rindou, the girl shook her head, “No, you’ll definitely be grey. You say I give you grey hairs whenever I wander off somewhere!”

“You know what, fair point.”

Finally finished with her hair, he ruffled it softly, giving her a peck on the forehead when she turned around to face him.

“We can sleep now?” Excitedly, she attempted to wrap her arms around his waist, but they proved to be too short for the task, much to her disappointment.

“Yes, princess, we can.” Finally laying down, y/n curled up on his chest, almost like a cat, warranting another chuckle out of the older man as he adjusted his arms to hold her, ensure she won’t fall.

Both of them were out like a light in mere seconds, not noticing Rindou calling out Ran’s name as he entered the room in search of his phone charger.

Quickly shutting up when he saw the sight, he chuckled, leaving to retrieve his polaroid camera, coming back to snap a quick shot of the two.

A soft smile made its way on his face as he watched it develop, showcasing Ran, more serene than he ever was awake, and y/n, her mouth slightly opened and hair tousled, her entire body gently moving up and down with each rise and fall of Ran’s chest, looking content and safe in her elder brother’s arms.

Leaving his glasses, the camera and the developed polaroid on Ran’s desk, Rindou cautiously crawled in under the covers, hoping to not disturb the two.

Ran, still asleep, extended his arm so it went over the side of the bed, opening a space for Rindou to settle in.

Rindou nestled up against Ran’s side, curling within himself as Ran unconsciously turned to his side, throwing an arm over both of his siblings as y/n slipped from his chest into the space between her brothers.

Rindou closed his eyes, relaxing his muscles, revelling in the comforting sound of Ran’s heartbeat and y/n’s even, steady breathing.

No matter what happens, his siblings will always feel like home.

“These look pretty.” Kokonoi commented, his fingers softly passing over the petals of a large bouquet displayed in the store.

Kakucho was merely a few feet away, curiously looking at ornaments.

“No, those aren’t the right flowers.” The small girl shook her head, nervously tapping her foot against the marble floor of the flower shop as she waits for a worker to come around, her hand extended to hold Kokonoi’s pinkie.

A worker finally appears, a smiling man with a pink apron and a neat ponytail.

He looks at Koko when he asks how may he help him, but you respond instead, politely saying ‘Excuse me?’ to draw his attention towards you.

“Hi, sweetie.” Smiling, the florist crouches down, clearly attempting hard to not coo at the small child sporting such a serious expression.

Kokonoi could understand, Ran has really outdone himself this morning when he dressed you up, braiding your hair into an intricate pattern resembling a halo, a purple heart-shaped clip, matching the colour of your frilly dress, holding back the few loose strands trying to escape.

You were cute enough to even coax out a smile from Mikey when he saw you this morning, politely asking him if he wanted some of your dorayaki.

“I’ll need two bouquets, please! One with purple orchids, and one with bluebells! Could you add a ‘Happy Father’s day’ card on both too, sir, pretty please?” Reciting as Kakucho and Kokonoi practised with you this morning, you looked up at Koko for approval.

He smiled, nodding.

“Why, aren’t you adorable? Are they for your daddies?” The florist got to work right away, grabbing flowers and snipping various ribbons as he started putting together the bouquets.

“No, my brothers!” Beaming, the girl was bouncing on the balls of her feet, excited whenever the worker asked her opinion about the colour of ribbons and glitter.

When you shyly asked Kokonoi a month ago, after he picked you up from school, if there were any chores for you to do so you could earn a little money, he was confused, after all, Ran and Rindou bought you everything you as much as laid your eyes on without a question, what could you possibly want that they didn’t want to buy you?

You shook your head, explaining that Father’s day is approaching, and when you said you wanted to surprise your brothers with bouquets, it took all of his self-restraint to not pull his wallet out of his pocket and empty out its content into your hands immediately, the idea so utterly adorable he agreed in a heartbeat.

He tried offering you to just give you the money, but you refused, polite as ever, shaking your small head and explaining how it had to be earned, after all, your brothers worked so hard and took such good care of you that it would be unfair to just accept a charity.

He agreed, and if the other Kanto Manji Gang executives saw you around with a tiny broom Kokonoi bought specifically for you (he feared the average sized one would fall on you and crush you), they didn’t question it, more often than not cooing when you refused any help instead.

Kokonoi offered you to name your price, and the comically small amount you chose was nowhere enough to actually pay for a bouquet, let alone two, but that wasn’t an issue, he’d shoulder the rest of the cost with no regrets.

The florist finished both bouquets after about ten minutes, and Kokonoi assumed you’d be bored by then, but you stood and waited, your impatience only showing by the way you started tugging on his coat, silently asking to be picked up.

Kakucho appeared just in time to pick you up instead, your small arm dutifully wrapping around his neck as he adjusted to support your weight and so you could still look at the florist, Kokonoi paid with the money you gave him earlier, and he allowed you to hold one of the bouquets, even if the comically large flower arrangement made it so you disappeared behind the vivid, soft flowers.

He picked up the other, and bidding the florist goodbye, they were on their way.

Kokonoi and Kakucho both secretly couldn’t wait for Ran’s and Rindou’s reactions.

“Hey, thanks for watching her, she really wanted to go with you two for some reason today-“ Ran opened the doors, looking as if he has just woken up, raising an eyebrow as he observed the two men standing in front of it, a lack of his younger sister obvious.

Ah, there you were, hiding behind Kakucho’s coat, small giggles escaping you as Koko and Kakucho both shielded you from Ran’s keen gaze.

“You should call Rindou.” Smiling softly, Kakucho took a step inside right after Kokonoi, closing the doors.

Still sceptical, Ran obliged, leaving briefly to drag his brother out of his room.

“What is it?” Impatiently, Rindou tapped his foot, his headphones halfway down his ears.

“Surprise.” Softly exclaiming in unison, Kakucho and Kokonoi parted, revealing you holding the two bouquets.

The bouquets were bigger than you, but you still insisted on being the one to hold them.

“Happy Father’s day!” Beaming, you took a clumsy step towards your brothers, holding out each of their respective bouquet towards them, “Thank you for taking care of me, and cuddling me when I have nightmares, and for never getting angry with me when I break something!”

Ran and Rindou kneeled down to be on eye level with you in sync, each of them taking the bouquet off your hands

“Thank you, sweetie.” Ran pulls you towards him to pepper kissed on your face, grinning wide with a soft expression.

“I bought orchids for you because your name means orchid! And Rinnie’s name means bluebell, so he got bluebells!”

Rindou does the same as soon as Ran lets you go, holding you in a firm hug.

“Thank you, princess.” Whispering, Rindou buries his face into your shoulder, the tiny space not doing much to actually hide it.

Ran’s soft smile turns into a shit-eating grin.

“Aw, Rin, you crying?”

“ShUT THE FUCK UP!”

You beamed.

“Fuck!”

“Y/N NO-“

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whalesforhands · 1 month

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NVY Out of the 4 kids who is closest to which parent the most? I feel like each of the kids are too different in their own ways to be close to all 3 at the same time equally.

you can take your pick of which is your favourite, but here’s the general child headcanons of the fushisiblings and twins :)

every kid thinks geto and yourself are the most reliable and go to either of you for their weekly pocket money because gojo would forget or just slap them a couple ¥10,000 ($100) notes and call it a day. he once forgot to draw some small change, and straight up gave 11 year old tsumiki his black credit card as she stared on in confusion, wondering how she was gonna pay the poor lunch lady ¥130 ($1.30) for croquette bread.

i would say megumi and mimiko are more attached to the much more milder, calmer dyf mc. they’re more on the quiet, introverted side, and just want to relax somewhere they can feel comforted so they go to you. suguru gets to join in only when he’s alone and not within the presence of satoru.

nanako quite likes gojo, especially when she was younger. he’s bright, cheery and exciting. they get along really well.

mimiko is the one who likes to lay on your lap and take naps the most often out of all of the kids. that’s not to say that the rest don’t, but she does claim that spot as hers far too often for the others liking.

tsumiki, being the oldest, likes to act like she doesn’t play favourites, that she loves every parent equally. how responsible of her. she also especially likes cooking with suguru.

megumi has learned to be fiercely protective of his sisters while they’re at school. it’s not like the men at home have rubbed off on him or anything…! he just— y’know, kind of wants to be as cool as them. just kind of.

the kids are a much bigger fan of gojo than you think. he does try his best to be a good parental figure, buying them things whenever they mention a candy they want offhandedly, how their classmate brought this mochi from X region and it tasted really good, that new bread shop that just opened down the street that sold really pretty cakes…

did you notice how i mentioned only desserts? yes, his influence did rub off on all of them a little, due to him letting them indulge in one too many sweets when they were young; they’ve developed quite the major sweet tooth. even megumi and especially nanako. cafe-hopping to find the best sweets isn’t rare for her.

megumi never really thought he would get to be happy till this degree. the last time he probably even felt even the tiniest semblance close to this was probably back in those hazy days of his childhood, back before his mother passed. he’s thankful, he really is. for everyone that managed to help him get to this point, he genuinely loves them all.

#dyf au #satosugu x reader #jjk x reader

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reallyromealone · 1 year

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Hello again I'm sorry if I'm bothering I just wanted to ask if I could have Bonten's reaction to falling in love with the nanny (Reader) of (Child Name) to see being so kind and careful with (Child Name) different from the other nannies who become arrogant or negligent, the (Reader) is like a mother to (Child Name) of them

(I hope not to bother you or anything like that if you do not want to do no problem I understand and thank you very much for posting a kiss 😘 )

You're not bothering dw

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Bonten had nanny trauma.

Every nanny they had either was one of these categories:

Arrogant about their position

Neglectful to (sons name)

And finally, tried to sleep with one of them.

They have all been...uh dismissed one could say.

Then came (name), a former preschool teacher and daycare attendant who wasn't even meant to be their nanny, (sons name) having somehow gotten separated and ended up being found by (name) and by time they found Bonten, little (sons name) was absolutely obsessed with the man.

Bonten did an aggressively thorough background check on (name), the man was honestly a total saint compared to them.

(Name) wandered the penthouse with little (sons name) in his arms, the two year old tuckered out from playtime and a snack and was dozing off on (name)s shoulder as the man gently rubbed his back as he sung a lullaby to him.

"He's so good with him" Ran commented as they ate their food, (sons name) enjoying his food unaware of the conversation as he had his favorites before him.

Well sort of.

"Excuse me, Mr. Sanzu?" (Name) asked the pink haired man softly, the men having returned from work and (name) having just put (sons name) for a nap "what?" Sanzu said bluntly to the new nanny, still rather hesitant and not trusting of him "I noticed (sons name), struggles with eating veggies and I know of a lot of alternatives to help him get the intake he needs" (name) said pulling out a paper "these are vegetable based foods, like these are fries but they are loaded with vegetables, we used them at the daycare I worked at and kids don't even notice they aren't normal fries"

(Name) showed Sanzu all the alternatives and explaining the health benefits "also I think it would benefit if we didn't prioritize some foods as better foods compared to others, it could help significantly"

This conversation alone was what earned Sanzus trust with the man, (name) genuinely wanting to help and support (sons name) and make sure he had the best and Sanzu could see just how much he cared.

"He sure has a way with children" Mochi said as (sons name) offered him some of his food "you like (name)?" He asked his kid who immediately began bouncing in his high chair "(name)!(name)!" The boy chanted excitedly "we bake cookie tomorrow!"

"Make sure to save us some"

"Ok papa!"

Bonten watched from the cameras how gentle and kind (name) was with their son, having successfully potty trained him and everything.

He was just so wonderful and sweet.

They don't know when they started falling for the nanny or even how but they collectively found themselves not upset with it.

Maybe it was the fact that he cared more about their son then them, showing how caring he is.

Maybe it was the attractive looks and nice voice?

Whatever it was it was working.

Really fucking well.

When they came home, food was prepared for them "sorry for not telling you, (sons name) really wanted to make dinner for you all"

They knew, cameras being all around the house to notify the if anything happened.

It was honestly precious seeing their two year old help cool, (name) letting him do the easy and safe things and Bonten decided that they wanted this every day.

"We brought you a dessert from the bakery" Rans voice was smooth like honey as he handed (name) an incredibly expensive bag of treats, the nanny looking at it almost shocked "oh, you guys didn't have too!" (Name) fretted only to be silenced by Rindō "you take care of our kid and you do it well, just take it"

(Name) nodded softly "is he sleeping?" Koko asked softly and (name) nodded softly "he wanted to be awake to see you guys but was tuckered out from wanting to try yoga, a character in his show did it and he tried but fell asleep like two minutes in"

"Yeah that sounds like him"

"Are you doing anything after this?" Kakucho asked and (name) shook his head "you wanna eat with us?"

"I wouldn't want to intrude"

"You're not" Mikey said bluntly, startling (name) and the nanny realized this might have been the first time he heard Mikey speak, usually be has the others relay things to (name).

"Why not" (name) said with a soft smile, letting himself get led to the dining area as the men tried to learn anything about (name), the poor nanny not even realizing that he's gonna be (sons name)s new step dad in one years time.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers fluff #bonten x reader #male reader

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kaizokuniichan · 7 months

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Attention - Part 3: No Competition

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro/AFAB Reader (referred to as she/her)/Trafalgar Law

Summary: Zoro feels like you’re slipping away

CW: Vaginal Fingering

Previous Chapters: Part 1 Part 2

Next Chapters: Part 4 Part 5

Word Count: 3.3k

MDNI; 18+ readers please

(Divider by @cafekitsune Banner by @/eelnoise

Something had happened between you and Law, Zoro could feel it. From what he could tell, the dynamic between you two had shifted, and he didn’t think you even realized how obvious it was. Without the bite of animosity, he and Zoro would lock eyes, analyzing who had better footing with you, and trying to determine what they felt about each other.

You and Law were always orbiting each other, your gravities drawing you together. Rather than wait for you to find him, he’d openly seek you out and remain fixed at your side. Never one to show obvious affection, he always kept a respectable distance. But as the physical space between you shrank, and during moments where you were bold enough to touch him in front of people, he’d open himself and allow you to lean against him.

It’s not that you acted any differently towards Zoro. Still lighthearted and flirtatious, you’d give his arm the occasional squeeze and hold his waist as you walked past. You’d come to the gym bearing water and snacks, and rub his back while he napped under the shade. Your eyes still sparkled like jewels as you laughed together, tossing another empty bottle of booze into the ever-growing pile between you. If anything, you were spreading yourself evenly between the two of them. If you weren’t with Zoro you were with Law, and neither him or Zoro seemed very intent on questioning you about it. Taking the role as your dedicated knights, they were on standby, awaiting your beck and call.

One thing that spoke to the shift in energy was you fully abandoning your local island hookups during the several week journey. Although not necessarily a bad thing, it did make Zoro long for the days when you’d get done up to hit the town. How you switched up your everyday style of a cropped tank and baggy cargos - though he did love that too - in favor of more lace-up tops and tighter jeans. And what he missed most was you rescuing him when he ambled off during a pub crawl. Extracting yourself from the clutches of an overeager sleeze, you’d make a beeline to save him from a night of aimless wandering. Grasping his arm, you’d cackle away as you guided him back to the group, and he’d hold you close to keep you from crumpling under his weight. More often than not, you’d both return to the ship together, collapsing in a heap on the deck and passing out under the stars. Those nights were when he truly had you to himself, unwound and mochi sweet, soft enough to sink his teeth into. If only he’d gotten off his ass to do it.

Zoro now spent most of his days, when not blowing off steam in the gym, trying to figure out why you being intimate with Law was so troubling to him. He’d been fine when you indulged in the occasional romp because they were always so fleeting and temporary. He’d been comfortable with what he had with you because it was casual, it was easy, and he had you in a way that no one else ever could. He never felt any pressure to prematurely push things along because there was no one who could ever compete with him when it really came down to it.

Law however was...someone who could be worthy of you. And this truth gnawed at Zoro’s heart, as much as he hated to admit it. Despite Robin’s morbid pondering, he knew there was no way you’d actually leave the crew behind. But what he feared most was you abandoning your desire for him. He wanted to say that he’d let you go, but as more time passed he began to consider being more selfish.

No one would say anything to Zoro about it directly, but the weight of everyone’s curious stares was hard to ignore. Franky, who took on a role as an unimposing pseudo-older brother, would clap Zoro on the back and throw an occasional “you’re alright” in passing. Zoro always shook him off, but a fraction of the tightness in his chest would loosen.

Intent on clearing his mind, he headed to the kitchen for a nightly booze raid. Surprisingly, he found you there - having seen less and less of you during the later hours, thanks to Law’s special sleep meds. You stood with your elbows propped on the kitchen counter and a bowl of fried rice at your side. Distracted by your turbulent thoughts, you failed to acknowledge his entrance. As he strolled over to the liquor cabinet, his eyes flitted over to you nibbling on your thumbnail. The metal clank of him breaking the lock finally snapped you back to reality.

”Oh! Hey you!”

”Yo.”

After grabbing the last bottle of sake, his heavy footfalls rattled the foggy tension as he walked over to the bar. He took a seat and glanced down at your rice.

”You better finish that up before it gets cold, you know how that cook is.”

”I’m not you, I don’t have to worry about getting my ribs caved in by his boot.”

He snorted as he pulled off the cork of the bottle, not bothering to counter your argument.

”And anyway, I’m gonna wrap this up for breakfast tomorrow. I realized I’m not really hungry.”

”Clearly.”

Your eyes finally met his as you dropped the fork you’d been twirling.

”What’s with that tone?”

He hadn’t realized he’d had one.

”What’s with you spacing out so much tonight? I thought your doctor gave you those magic pills.”

You went back to nipping at your nails, avoiding his stare.

“Did you fuck him or something?”

The hand in your mouth dropped at the same moment your jaw unhinged.

”What the hell?”

”Come on. I know you well enough to see that something happened. Did you fuck him?”

”No I didn’t fuck him.”

His brow arched in disblief.

”We didn’t have sex...nakedly.”

”Hah? What the hell does that mean?”

You gave him a smirk, pushing your bowl of rice aside.

”Figure it out.”

Letting your cryptic confession marinate, he tried to envision what other activities you and the ever-uptight Law could’ve been up to. A part of him felt rubbed raw as he realized you and him still hadn’t even kissed, and yet you and Law had already been entangled with each other. Whether it was sex or something else, you’d been physically intimate. And in that moment you’d never felt more out of his reach.

“So are you two gonna be a thing now for the next, what, five days? Since that’s how much longer we have until we reach Zou.”

Your eyes softened as you reeled in your defenses. Like you remembered you were supposed to care about him too.

”We’re not ‘a thing’. But...would it bother you if we were?”

”Well I wouldn’t exactly be overjoyed considering he’s still an enemy.”

”That’s not what I mean. Would it bother you?”

He chewed on your words, trying to decide how much he was willing to reveal - to you and himself. Raising up from his seat, he walked around to the other side of the bar where you stood. You continued to face away from him, even as he came up behind you to wrap an arm around your waist.

”You’re not going anywhere,” he murmured into your hair.

”What are you talking about?”

”I mean you’re staying right here.”

You straightened your back, touching the hand encircling your waist.

”Zoro, I’m not leaving any of you. I’m not going anywhere.”

”That’s not what I mean.”

You turned around, face dissolving into somber understanding.

”Is that what you think is going to happen?”

”That’s what I think is happening.”

You placed your hands on his shoulders, slipping them around his neck when he stepped closer. As you took his face in your hands he wanted to kick himself, hating how much relief immediately spread throughout his body - how consumed he was by your touch. Your head fell forward onto his chest and he flexed his hand holding your waist.

”I thought you said you were cool with this and there was no pressure. You’ve never been this bothered by anyone else before.”

Resting his head atop yours, he let out an exasperated breath.

“None of the others mattered. He’s different.”

“Because he’s the enemy?”

“Because he’s him.”

You looked up and he struggled to keep himself from breaking contact with your prying eyes, picking apart the rawest parts of him.

“What, do you hate him or something?”

“No, I don’t. It’d be easier if I did though.”

“Then what is it about him that’s bothering you?”

His body felt strained. He hated feeling as if he was admitting to a shortcoming on his part.

Turning you back around, he wrapped you up in his arms to pull you close. You tipped your head back onto his shoulder and snuck a hand into his hair, making him shudder as you lightly scratched his scalp. He brought his lips to your cheek, brushing his nose along your skin. More purposeful kisses tickled your ears and neck as you melted against him.

He loved when you leaned on him, physically or otherwise. You’d told him how you were forced to remain strong for yourself after living such an unstable life, and being with him made you feel safe. He wanted to be your fortress, blocking out any forces that came to knock you down. And he wanted to be your anchor, keeping you from drifting away when you got too much in your head. His body and mind were strong - it would take nothing for him to carry everything of yours and his.

Your soft sighs soothed his ears as he glided his tongue along your neck. Digging his fingers into the tenderness of your sides, he inhaled the citrusy aroma of your skin, and you cocooned yourself into him. Moving a warm hand down below your abdomen, he toyed with the drawstring of your sweats.

“Zoro. What are you doing.” It wasn’t really a question, and there was no trace of apprehension in your voice.

“Reminding you of what’s here.”

He kept his hand still, waiting for you to respond. You trembled with want, finally guiding it between your legs. Zoro hadn’t even realized how hard he was until his fingers made contact with the wet fabric of your panties. As he ground against your backside, a low groan settled in his chest.

“You’re so wet already sweetheart.”

Your words were stolen as his fingers massaged your clit, your panties providing a delicious friction. As you released a small sob, he cupped your pussy and squeezed.

“I’m gonna take care of it, alright?”

Still fighting for words you nodded. He slid a hand into your underwear and stroked his middle finger between your swollen lips.

“We should’ve done this forever ago. Why did we wait so long?”

“I was waiting for you to make the first move,” you replied, voice airy and feather light. He smiled. He should’ve known you’d been relying on him. He’d spent enough time teaching you how, it was good that it finally become second nature to you.

“I guess I gotta make up for lost time then,” he murmured into the side of your neck, circling a blunt finger along your entrance.

“Zoro please,” you whined, digging your nails into his arm.

“Please what?”

“You haven’t even kissed me yet. Please kiss me.”

He hadn’t forgotten, he was just waiting to hear you ask for it. Removing his hand from your pants he grabbed your hips and spun you around, hungrily capturing your lips. Your hands gripped the fabric of his shirt, bringing him closer as you moaned. He was so hungry for you a growl ripped from his chest, and he leaned you against the counter. Cupping your head and tipping it back, he gave himself a better angle to lick into your mouth. Your hands moved without purpose, grasping at anything they could reach. When he yanked your sweats back down to shove his hand back into your underwear, you pushed against his chest.

“Zoro,” you panted “we can’t here. Sanji would lose his mind if he found out.”

“Good, that makes it the perfect spot.”

“But-“

He cut off your protests as he lifted you up, moving to wrap your thighs around him and slamming you against the adjoining wall.

“There, now we won’t soil the prep station.”

He claimed your lips once more before you could respond, nudging his hardness into your core. Any trepidation of yours disappeared as he rolled his hips and you tightened your legs around his waist.

“Let me put you down so I can stuff my fingers inside you.”

With little protest, you dropped your legs, spinning around to face the wall. Your sweatpants remained gapped open at your thighs, giving him the freedom to resume his teasing touch beneath your panties.

“You want me to pull these all the way down?”

“No, I kind of like them up. Feels like you’re digging into something forbidden.”

“Can’t be forbidden if it’s mine.”

You collapsed against the wall, scratching your nails along the smooth wood. Spreading your legs open, you gave him better access to finally dip two fingers inside you. Your walls begged to be breached, hugging his fingers tightly, and warm and slick with your arousal. He couldn’t stop his teeth from sinking into your neck as you thrust your ass against him, begging for him to go deeper.

“Is this why you’re so stuck between us? Because your pussy’s so greedy?”

“Stop saying I’m greedy, I just want you both,” you cried with a needy whine, still arching your back as he stretched you.

“Did he open you up this good?”

“We didn’t get that far...he made me cum too fast.”

“He’s that good? I guess I gotta one-up him then, don’t I?”

You refused to answer, losing any semblance of coherency as you stood on your toes in an attempt remain balanced. You gasped as he swiped his thumb along your clit, curling his fingers forward into the sensitiveness of your center. He considered freeing himself from the confines of his clothes, but decided this moment was meant just for you.

“Tell me how you want it.”

“Just...keep doing that.”

“How did he do it for you?”

“Why,” you whimpered, struggling to find your words, “why do you keep talking about him while you do this to me?”

“Because clearly you like it,” he smirked as more of your slick slid down his fingers to soak your underwear. “You like thinking of him while you’re with me, and I bet you like thinking of me while you’re with him.”

He added a third finger just as your mouth opened, and your reply died in your throat. Using the heel of his palm, he continued rubbing it against your clit as he curled and spread his fingers relentlessly.

“Am I wrong?”

“No,” you keened in a withering tone.

“You want me to go get him so he can watch? Maybe take you next?”

“Zoro...don’t worry about him right now. I just want you to stay here, please.”

Drawing his lips along your temple, he felt the fangs of his yearning sink deeper. He was becoming tethered to you with a steel thread, and not even the strongest sword could sever it.

“Ok. I’m all yours.”

“You are?”

“Always will be.”

You tried to turn back around but he pressed a hand between your shoulder blades, forcing you further against the wall. Your weak wails crescendoed with the slick sounds of his fingers still thrusting inside you. Removing the hand on your back, he covered your mouth with his open palm.

“If you’re really worried about that shitty cook finding out, you gotta be quiet sweetheart.”

You nodded, eyes dotted with embarrassed tears. Zoro craned his head around to get a look at your face, and the sight he was met with would remain tattooed in his mind forever. You were so weak, so needy for him to bring you to your undoing, and you offering the gift of allowing him to take control fanned the flames of a burning addiction within him.

Your orgasm shattered you moments later, so tangible and molten-hot through the convulsions of your body. Your cheek was still squished against the wooden slats of the kitchen wall, and you huffed shallow breaths when he removed the hand covering your mouth. Finally spinning you back around he re-captured your lips in a hazy kiss, pillowed by your shortened breaths.

“I’m sorry I waited so long,” he sighed, gazing into your half-lidded eyes.

“I can’t believe he’s got you so worried that you’re apologizing to me now.”

Ignoring your teasing he removed his hand from your panties and pulled your pants back up. You geared up to heckle him further but paused as he slipped a hand into his mouth, sweeping his tongue between his fingers.

“What was that?” He snickered as your voice faltered.

“Nothing,” you gawked, tracing his jawline with your fingers.

“You’re not trying to play us, are you?” He asked, poking your side.

“You know I’m not. There’s too much at risk. I can’t help that you both snuck up on me like this. And I can’t help that you’re both so desirable.”

He hummed, taking the hand of yours on his face to lay a kiss on your knuckles.

“Yeah Robin did say you have a type. Guess we’re just that hot, huh?”

“I mean, you both are very pretty.”

He chuckled, kissing up your wrist until you tried to pull your hand away.

“Zoro.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t know if I’m going to be the same when he leaves.”

“I know,” he muttered, grabbing your hand back to resume giving it kisses.

“So why are you still being so sweet?”

“I’m just naturally cute, remember?”

“Ugh, you’re insufferable,” you scoffed without any real malice. You pushed away from the wall, side-stepping him to put your bowl of rice away. As you turned back to face him, you presented him with a smirk.

“Don’t think this completely puts you over him. He still made me cum faster.”

He smiled, walking away from the bar.

“Yeah well, at least I managed to touch you underneath your clothes.”

Your eyebrows raised as you realized he’d finally figured out what you’d done.

“Sure, but I got to feel what’s underneath his so you definitely have some Big Competition.”

Swiping the bottle of sake from the counter, he walked over to join you at the door.

“No wonder that guy’s so strong, he’s had to lug that thing all over the Grand Line.”

“Zoro!”

He smiled with a toothy grin, kissing your head as he walked past you into the hallway.

“Go find your doctor and get some sleep.”

The pat on his backside stopped him in his tracks.

“Don’t worry, he knows just how to put me to sleep. Goodnight Zoro.”

You spared him a quick wink over your shoulder and walked away. If you really were heading over to meet up with him, he’d endure it. It was only five more days until they’d reach Zou, and then you’d thankfully part ways. He’d finally have you all to himself during the journey to Wano. And although he didn’t pray, he strongly hoped that for once, all of their plans would run smoothly once they reunited with everyone.

Unfortunately, that original course of action would be thwarted by unforeseen events, thanks to that shitty cook.

#myfic #roronoa zoro x reader #Trafalgar law x reader #zoro x reader #law x reader #roronoa zoro #Trafalgar law #one piece #attention series

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bumbledi · 7 months

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♡Daddy’s sunshine♡

time skip! Ushijima Wakatoshi and his daughter

Genre: fluff

Summary: Wakatoshi and parenthood

Note: Thank you so much for all the likes! I’m just here to give my boy Wakatoshi the recognition he deserves. I apologize if there’s any misspellings!

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Little Megumi is about to turn 5 months and she changes everyday…

She’s now teething and she’s definitely more active, she giggles a lot and she is learning how to roll over her tummy and so.

You came back to work a couple of weeks ago, you are mostly working from home but sometimes you drop by the office at special times. And Wakatoshi is currently taking the season off, it’s easier for you to work mostly from home and he being at home helping with Megumi.

“Time for me to go” you said entering the kitchen with your bag in hand

“Don’t forget your bento…” your husband said while washing the dishes

“When did I get myself a trophy husband?” You said hugging your husband from the back and kissing his shoulder

“I thought I’ve always been one…” he said, making you laugh.

“I’ll come back around 4 or 5 pm” you said grabbing the the lunch bag with the bento your husband prepared for you.

“Have a good day, darling”

“You too…”

Once you turned around, you saw little Megumi on her high chair biting on her teething toy and Mochi was watching her while sitting on the counter next to her.

“See you later, my baby” you get closer to her and she immediately hold up her free hand, trying to touch you, only for you to kiss her chubby hand “mommy loves you” after that, you kissed her cheek multiple times and after petting Mochi too, you walked to the front door. “I’ll be out now”

“Take care!”

You put on your shoes and walked out the door.

After that, it was only Wakatoshi and Megumi (and Mochi of course).

You move he is done with the dishes, he starts making himself a protein shake so he can drink before his run.

“Once I’m done with his, we’ll go for our run, Megumi-chan…”

Since Megumi was 1 month old Wakatoshi started to take morning runs with her, he puts her in her stroller and go out for around an hour.

After a quick nappy change, getting her into some warmer clothes and making sure he had packed a change of clothes, her pacifier, a toy and anything that her daughter might need, they were ready to head out.

He would place a cover over the stroller to protect Megumi from the cold morning breeze, specially since the weather is getting a little cold and he likes to take very early runs because is less likely to be approach or recognize.

It felt so good to have even an hour to do something that he enjoyed back into his life. The last couple of months have been so intense, he would have never imagine something that is not an intense training session would be as exhausting as taking care of his daughter.

But it was all worth it, she was growing strong and healthy and only with the slightest glare at her, his days would get instantly better. She has some big lashes that he would stare at for hours and some chubby cheeks and hands he would kiss without getting tired. He never thought someone would be as close as perfect as you are but looking at his daughter made his heart beat with joy.

Like in this moment, he was simply starting at her while she slept soundly. He paid the combini onigiris he got for you and headed back home.

As he was almost getting home, Megumi started to get fuzzy, it was almost time to eat.

“we’re here Megumi-chan… hold on”

He hurried to get into the apartment and as soon as he was in, he started to prepare her bottle.

“You don’t need a nappy change too, right?”

As soon as he realized she didn’t, he check if the bottle was right and started feeding her while sitting on the couch.

“Thanks for eating so good…”

One she was done, he burped her and proceeded to rock her so she could take her first nap.

She would hold her hand up so she could touch her daddy’s face until her little eyes were closed.

Wakatoshi would place her on her automatic rocker and literally run to take a quick shower. He knew leaving the baby alone wasn’t the best option but he tried his best even without someone there to help.

Thank god, Megumi was sleeping peacefully when he came back and that gave him extra time to do some chores. Feed and play with Mochi, check some emails and even watch some volleyball matches’ recordings.

Once his little girl started to wake up, she demanded attention.

“Yes, yes, I’m here, baby…”

He took her out of her sit and she immediately stopped. She loves being with her dad.

“You good? What about some tummy time now?”

He place her face-up on her mat, and she immediately started to try to roll over.

“There you go, use your legs Megumi… Like we practiced” and as if she understood his words, she rolled over. “That’s it! Nice job Megumi-chan!” Seeing his daughter’s achievements was the best thing he has ever experienced, it made him feel as good as winning a match.

He saw how Mochi started approaching her and rubbing her head against Megumi’s. She loves the little human too.

The whole morning was filled with strength exercises for Megumi and a couple of nappy changes, until it was time for her second nap. Until then Wakatoshi stud-up and ate his lunch, some tonkatsu that was left and rice was enough.

Megumi was still sleeping so he decided to start preparing the dinner. He thought something easy and common will be fine. He prepared some miso soup, grilled fish with salad on the side and obviously some rice.

The was getting the rice cooker ready when he started to hear some fuss that turned into crying.

He looked over to the living room that was right in front of him and so his girl waking up, a little earlier than usual, maybe she needs another nappy change.

He hurried with the rice, washed his hands and rushed to pick up Megumi. And indeed, she needed to be changed.

“Just in time, baby. Mommy will be here soon and we ran out of nattō for her” without wasting any more time, he put her on her carrier, put a hat on her head, he doesn’t want to risk it and have her face all over the internet. Once they were ready, he walked to the closest konbini. Thankfully nobody approached him but he definitely got recognized by the cashier.

They came back quickly, he left the nattō on the counter and then left Megumi sitting on her mat again this time he laid down next to her and she immediately giggled and approached his face to hug it and gave him what looked like kisses, making her dad laugh. Not long after, the sound of the front door caught his attention.

“I’m home!” You sang while taking off your shoes.

“Welcome home!”

You walked into your house and found your husband laying on the floor with your baby smooching his face.

“What’s going on here?” You said giggling.

“Bonding time…” he answered.

Just by hearing your voice, Megumi started to coo and tried to reach her hands so you could pick her up.

“Megumi-Chan, Megumi-Chan!” You left your stuff on the counter and hurried to pick your daughter up “how are you, my love?” You kissed her head and hugged her “did you have fun with daddy?” She reached to touch your face and smiled “I can tell!” You kissed her again “I missed you so much…” you hugged her again.

“And me?” You heard your husband

“How could I not?” You approached him and held his face with one hand so you could kiss him “you worked hard, my love” he gave you a warm smile. Not late after, you felt something walking between your legs. “Hello, Mochi! Did you miss mommy too?” She meowed, making you laugh.

“You hungry? I fixed you some dinner”

“For real?” He nodded “thanks, my love!”

You three, walked to the kitchen and continued talking about the day.

And Wakatoshi could only look closely to you, holding his daughter while talking to her and explaining what was in the pots.

That a perfect sight… He couldn’t ask for anything better.

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