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listen .. i could go off all day about sukunaâs little family but but please thoughts of little baby boy and his bottom eyes havenât opened yet and his mom is waiting excitedly because sukuna didnât know his son wouldnât be able to open his four eyes for the first 6 months of his life!! wondering how long it took him!!! big surprise when those little blinky eyes are mommyâs đ¤
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Two lines of soft, whispy eyelashes. That was the only thing that marked the two little lines under your son's wide wondrous eyes as eyes. He as already 6 months old, and yet he still refused to open them.
"Give him time Darling, he'll open them when he's ready" Sukuna reminded you gently when he caught you gently caressing your sleeping baby's cheek, no doubt looking at those eyelashes.
"I know, I know im just...I'm so excited!" You confessed, "You said he'd open them any day now, I'm dying to know what they look like..."
"They're probably going to look like his eyes" Sukuna chuckled softly. This wasn't him being an ass either. Your son had bright, crimson red eyes that perfectly matched his fathers. Eyes that he used to take in the world with bright excitement and wonder. It was entirely reasonable to assume his second set of eyes would match his main set.
"Hey, your eyes don't match!" You reminded him, only for him to raise a questioning eyebrow at you. "Your second set has cat eye pupils."
"Oh please," he scoffed, rolling all four eyes. "Thats such a minor difference."
"Its still a difference!"
"Y/n, you're being-" he was cut off by the baby fussing in his bassinet, done with his nap and no doubt ready for lunch. Ryomen joined you by your side as you picked up the child, cradling him in your arms.
"Good morning sunshine!" You cooed softly. You watched as your sons eyes fluttered open, bright red irises greeting you. He giggled and kicked in your arms, ready to move and get back to the day.
And then those thin little eyelashes started to flutter. Your breath caught in your throat, and you felt Ryomen wrap his arm around you-pulling you closer in anticipation.
Slowly, his secondary set of eyes fluttered to life. And your gorgeous eyes blinked back at you.
"Well I'll be damned-" Sukuna laughed softly as he looked at his sons mis-matched eyes. You squealed with delight as you bounced you baby.
"Yes!" You cheered, "finally! Something about you looks like me!" You celebrated, peppering your giggling sons face with kisses.
"Wait, is that why you've been so excited for him to open his eyes?!" Ryomen couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it.
"Yes!" You laughed back, "I carried him for nine months, it wasn't fair he looked exactly like you!"
"Hey, it's not my fault my genes are stronger." He shrugged with a smug smirk. You blew a raspberry at him.
"You can say that all you want, but in the end he has my eyes." You hummed.
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may someone please help me find a sukuna x reader fic centered in heian era where they have a newborn baby that inherited his two pair of eyes (same color as his), but hasnât open the lower ones, but suddenly the baby opens them and itâs readerâs eye color PLESE, IâM BEGGING
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Fix it part II
Summary: Din Djarin promised to break more things to bring them to you. After many moons, he comes back - with another woman, and Grogu. You're furious with him, but your patience is eventually rewarded. (3700 words)
CW: two idiots in love, Din is a dumbass, Bo Ka-Tan is kind of mean, fast paced romance, angst, fluff, reader has a nickname related to her work (fix), jealousy, canon divergent, unprotected p in v, oral (f & m), come eating, tummy bulge I guess, fingering, pet names in mando'a, praise kink, squirting, marriage.
Catch up on part 1 here.
Divider by @saradika-graphics
âI will keep breaking things and bringing them to you.â
Thatâs what he said. Many moons ago. You kept hoping, counting the days since he last came. You knew he was gone to get his redemption. Maybe he had run into some trouble⌠Or maybe he had found another woman, more worthy of being his wife, elsewhere.
So, you occupied your days. You fixed an old ship that a past costumer left as payment, hoping to make it fly some day. Hoping to go through the galaxy to find Din Djarin. Maybe hope was futile. And maybe you were a hopeless romantic. But you thought he truly liked you.
You were stuck in your daydreaming when the bell announced someone coming into your workshop. You had expanded it since the last time, business was booming, and you could now park a full ship in it. You came out from under the ship you were fixing up, your exposed skin dirtied by grease and various substances. You wiped your soiled hands on your apron, leaving a trace of grease on it, before looking up to see who had come by. There was a woman with short red hair and a square jaw. She wore Mandalorian armor.
The woman gave you a disgusted look and you were going to greet her rudely when you heard the familiar heavy steps of your Mandalorian. Your chest tightened. Was this his new woman?
âFix, I hope weâre not bothering you.â He said as he looked around. âI see you extended your workshop. Itâs nice.â
There was a third person, little steps behind him, and you looked down to see Grogu. You gave him a smile and approached Mando, totally ignoring the woman with him.
âAlways have time for my favorite client.â You looked up at him, clearly remembering the pretty brown eyes and the beautiful face under the helmet.
The red-headed woman sighed loudly. âIf youâre done flirting, I need you to fix my jetpack. Can you do it?â
âOf course, she can.â Cut Din. âYou can, right?â He added quietly.
âIâm rebuilding this whole ship, so I donât think a jetpack is a tall order for me.â You took the object from the womanâs hands, a bit roughly. âDo you have anything to pay, maâam?â You asked through gritted teeth.
She handed you a small bag of credits, that you grabbed.
âThis will do. Now, I donât really like having strangers around when I work.â
âLady Kryze, why donât you watch the ship for me?â Din asked, and youâre thankful that he did.
âOf course. Please donât take too long.â With that, she was gone, and you finally felt like you could breathe again.
You dropped the jetpack on your worktable while Grogu stood curiously next to you. You took the little creature in your arms and put him on a stool next to you, so he could watch.
âYou seem tense.â Noticed Din in an awkward tone.
âI guess I just didnât expect you to come by after many moons with another woman.â You said as you opened the jetpack. You noticed that a few parts were burnt. You turned around to look at Din.
âItâs not what you think.â The Mandalorian rushed to say, gloved hands up in the air as defense.
âYeah, so what is it then, Din?â You asked, your fists against your hips to restrain yourself from punching him.
âJust a friend, whom Iâm helping. And who helped me redeem myself.â
âAh, so it is done, then. Iâm glad I had news from you.â You responded sarcastically.
Grogu let out a worried coo, like he was witnessing his parents fighting.
âListen, itâs not that I didnât want toâŚâ
You turned around abruptly to examine the parts you would need, purposefully ignoring Din. Nothing you had on hand. âI canât fix it right now, Iâm afraid I will need some replacement parts.â You changed the subject.
âTell me what you need, and Iâll get it for you.â
âYeah, and youâll come back after how many cycles, Din? How long will I have to wait for you?â You hated that your voice cracked when you were upset. You heard him come closer, and you felt his gloved hands on your shoulders. The leather felt heavy against the soft fabric of your work clothes.
The Mandalorian hated seeing you heartbroken because of him. He didnât know what to say and wasnât good at all with feelings. He just knew he should have stayed with you.
You felt your body fall in his embrace, his arms tightening around your shoulders to keep you close. You felt the heaviness of his helmet resting against your shoulder.
âIâm sorry, meshâla. Please, come with us. I promise I wonât leave you anymore.â The modulated voice was shaky.
You turned around in his embrace and pressed your palms against the lines of his helmet where his cheeks would be. You could almost see his eyes. Well, you imagined them.
âIâll come with you and fix your friendâs jetpack and then whatâŚ?â
âThen, we will do whatever you want.â
âI thought you wanted to reclaim MandaloreâŚâ The rough pad of his gloved fingers wiped the tears away from your eyes. You almost forgot Groguâs presence, until he made a sound that you could only attribute to sadness.
âI canât do it if that means staying away from you and breaking your heart.â
You were going to respond when you heard the bell from the door. You stepped away from Mando and you observed the woman in Mandalorian armor, visibly impatient.
âSo, can you fix it?â She asked in an annoyed tone.
âIâm afraid Iâm missing some pieces. I have a contact on Tatooine who deals with a lot of recycled Mandalorian armor parts. He comes by once every cycle maybe⌠but it would be faster for me to get to him. He will be able to help us.â
âFine, get your things and letâs go.â
You didnât like being bossed around, but you stayed silent. They waited for you outside with the child as you gathered the essentials for a short trip, and you changed out of your dirty work clothes. You put your pack on your shoulders and went outside to follow Din and the woman.
The silence in the ship was heavy and awkward. So much so that you disappeared in the back of the ship to play with the baby. The woman â Bo Ka-tan â made you feel uneasy and unwelcomed. You wished you were only with Din in this moment.
âAre you hungry, meshâla?â
You lifted your chin to admire your Mandalorian standing over you, his towering and intimidating stature turning you on more than anything. Maker, if you two were alone in that exact momentâŚ
âNot really. I think Iâll just rest, but I can feed Grogu if you need me to.â
âIâll take care of him.â
âWhere⌠do I sleep?â
âTake my cot. We have two. I wonât go to sleep in a while.â
You nodded and you gave Grogu back to Din, who soothed him delicately in his arms. Din leaned down and bumped his head slightly against yours, which you could only interpret as a kiss.
The cot was a tight space and once the door of the minuscule room was shut, it was plunged in deep darkness, which made it easy for you to fall asleep. You woke up only when you heard the door slide open and felt the weight of a body next to yours.
âI didnât mean to wake you up, sorry.â Apologized Din when he heard you moving around.
âSâokay.â You slurred, half asleep.
It was so dark; you couldnât even see his silhouette. You could just feel it. Your hands felt around the minuscule bed until you found the strong shape of his body. Instead of being met with cold beskar, your fingers felt the warmth of his skin. You traced his bicep until you found his neck, then his cheek. It was still scruffy, like you remembered, his unkept beard still on his chin and lower cheeks. You heard him chuckle slightly as he threw an arm around you to bring you close.
âYouâre trying to rediscover my body, meshâla?â
âYes. I missed it. I missed you.â
âI promise weâll get married, and youâll be able to see my face every day.â
âYou make a lot of promises.â You whispered back, before bringing his face closer to yours. Your noses bumped together, and you finally found his lips. You abandoned yourself fully to the mercy of his mouth, letting him guide you in softness and lustfulness. âPlease donât tell me youâll marry me only because you like having sex with me.â You said playfully against his lips.
âI genuinely love you, meshâla. Donât want to stay away from you anymore.â Â And you believed him.
âNi kar'tayli gar darasuum (I love you).â
âYouâre learning mandoâa? Weâll work on your pronunciation.â
âWell, I had to occupy myself in one way.â You rolled your eyes even though he couldnât see you.
âYouâre so special, Fix.â
You rolled over so your body was on him, your thighs straddling his waist. You already felt his arousal through the thin layers of fabric you both wore. You rolled your hips slightly against him. You heard him sigh, and you could imagine him lips parted, head relaxed against the hard pillow.
âWhat do you want, Din?â
âWhatever you think I deserve after leaving you for so long.â
âBe careful what you wish for.â You whispered as you lowered your upper body so you could kiss his jaw with rough hair growing there, his strong jaw, his thick neck. You sucked lightly on the skin there, imagining red staining the gold of his skin. His hands held your lower back, and you heard him sigh again. You missed how vocal Din was when you were alone, but it would be for another time.
Your lips traced his chest, following an invisible line until you met with his groin. You used both of your hands to take off his underwear. Your fingers wrapped around his girth, lowering his foreskin so you could kitten-lick his leaking tip. You heard him whimper softly, and you took this as an encouragement as you closed your lips around the head, hollowing your cheeks to put more pressure and suction. When you got tired of teasing, you lowered your head, taking more of his cock in your mouth, until your own hand stopped you. Your hand wrapped at the bottom of his girth slid up and down as you sucked the rest in your mouth.
âKriff⌠youâre so good at this.â
You sucked a few times, before taking him out of your mouth, licking his length before you said. âI know.â
 His hands closed around your jaw so he could pull you up and kiss you. You undressed yourself, barely breaking the kiss. Din switched your positions, his large body a shadow in your vision. Dinâs lips latched onto every parcel of skin he could find, until they wrapped around one of your nipples, making it hard as he popped it out of his mouth. He gave your other one a similar treatment as you writhed under him, keeping your mouth closed to keep any sound from coming out.
âYouâll have to be very quiet.â
âI know.â
You felt his fingers spreading your lower lips, as he used the tip of his tongue to find your clit. You bit your lip as you squirmed under him. You were so wet, it was ridiculous. But after all those nights of touching yourself and thinking about him, he was finally yours again. As he sucked on your small bud of pleasure, one of his thick digits entered your slicked walls.
âYouâre so wet, I could just put all of my fingers in.â
You let out a noise between a moan and a struggled squeal.
âYouâd like that?â He whispered, hot air hitting your wet core.
âStars, Din, get to it. I want you inside. Please.â
Din chuckled darkly as he entered a second finger. He started moving them at a fast pace he knew would make you see stars. You were trying to be quiet, but the tiny room was filled with your obscene wet sounds already. You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding on to him as you felt your orgasm hit you.
âPlease. Please fuck me, Din.â You asked desperately.
His fingers left you empty, and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he entered your walls slowly, stretching you deliciously.
âYouâre so tight, meshâla.â
Your feet pushed against him so he could enter you deeper and deeper. Once entered to the hilt, he started snapping his hips back and forth, setting a slow, but powerful pace. You hid your head in his neck, letting your moans echo against his warm skin.
âFaster, please.â
His upper body left you, and you felt him grab your thighs to secure you as he fucked you harder, using you like you were his personal sex toy. Your upper body was limp, moving in waves with his harsh thrusts. When a moan escaped your lips, he stopped moving.
âTold you to be quiet.â
âIâm sorry Din, please donât stopâŚâ
You felt him leaving you empty and craving. You wanted to cry. But before any tears rolled down your cheeks, he laid beside you and turned you to the side, one of his strong arms over your body and his palm resting over your mouth. He shushed you, his free hand resting on your hip as he slipped back inside. The angle made him feel somehow even deeper, and you knew he could feel how tightly you were choking his cock. You bit on his palm to muffle a cry, but he did not protest. You could hurt him as much as you wanted in return.
âThere. My good girl.â He whispered.
He fucked you deep and slow, the hand on your hip coming down to your mound, two of his thick digits circling your clit as the rest of his giant palm put pressure on your lower stomach. You could almost feel him there, he was so big.
âGive me another one, meshâla.â
White stars replaced the darkness in your vision as you exploded around him, spasming and trashing as an intense orgasm took over you. It felt like you wanted to pee, and come at the same time. But it felt so good.
âK-KriffâŚâ Din cursed under his breath. âYouâre making a mess.â Drunk on you, he followed closely, erupting between your walls. âStars, come here.â Before you could protest, the man pulled away and brought your hips close to his face, fingers digging into the meat of your thighs and forcing you to sit on his mouth.
Flustered, you stuttered: âD-DinâŚâ
He licked the mixture of your juices off your sweet pussy, making obscene slurping sounds. His hold on you was so strong, but you tried to pull away. âT-Too muchâŚâ
âSorry.â He let you lay down against his chest, and you pressed your lips against his. He let you taste the potion you both made on his tongue.
Once arrived on the planet with a desertic landscape, you met with your contact, Jafan Typho. A man with a white beard, and kind, wise eyes, who lived in a garage-like house filled to the brim with junk.
You gave him a written list of what you needed as he eyed wearily the two imposing people with you (and the green little thing).
"Who are these... friends?" The man asked.
âIâm her future husband, this is my son, Grogu, and this is Lady Kryze of Mandalore.â
You almost choked on air at Dinâs words, and you stared at him. You imagined his amused, teasing grin.
âI see.â Jafan responded. âStay here while I get what you need.â
Bo Ka-Tan sighed, annoyed. She clearly was excited for this trip to end.
âWhat is our plan after this?â She asked as an attempt to make a conversation with you and Din.
âWe go back to my planet so I can fix your jetpack. Iâm thinking it wonât take me more than a day⌠Then⌠youâre free to do whatever you want.â You shrugged.
âThen, I will go back to Mandalore with our friends on Nevarro. Youâre free to follow, or not.â
Din looked at you expectantly, but you looked away. All that you knew was always on Nevarro. Leaving⌠would mean leaving a part of your family legacy behind.
âIâll think about it.â You said with a smile. You felt Dinâs gloved hand grab yours, and you enlaced your fingers.
Jafan came back with a few pieces in hands. âThere. Will you still be there when I go back to Nevarro, Fix?â
âI⌠donât know.â You admitted. You exchanged the parts for a generous pile of credits. âBut feel free to come by.â
âOkay.â The old man shook your hand, and you all thanked him silently as you went back to the ship, Grogu waddling behind you.
âYou really are doing this backwards.â You let out as youâre crowded in the small space of the shipâs washer with Din.
âWhat... Do you mean?â He asked, distracted by your hands on his naked, tattooed chest. He put his hands on yours and looked at you with those adorable puppy brown eyes. You could see glimpses of him in the dark, and even though he called himself your future husband, he insisted on keeping the lights closed.
âYou havenât even asked me to marry you officially, and youâre already calling yourself my future husband.â
âOkay, then.â Din rolled his eyes playfully and pulled you closer. âBe my riduur. Please.â
âFinally. Yes.â You squealed and kissed him, long and slow. âFor someone so traditional⌠one would think that you would do things in order.â
âMaybe I lost my brain somewhere while I traveled.â
âI know where you put your brain.â You kissed his jaw, his throat, as you went down slowly on his body, your hands following the sharp lines of his muscles.
âYeah?â
Once on your knees, you kissed the tip of his cock with a sly smile.
You wiped the sweat off your brow as you finished fixing the jetpack. You tested a few buttons and satisfied, you brought it to Bo Ka-Tan, who sat silently in your workshop, while Din was away, making arrangements for your union.
âYou know I do not care for Din Djarin in that way, right?â She asked after clearing her throat.
âI would not blame you. Heâs an attractive man.â You put the jetpack in her hands. She looked at it attentively, it seemed like new.
âI do not think of men that way.â
ââŚOh. I apologize for making assumptions.â
âYouâre fine. Thank you for the quick repair.â
âYouâre welcome.â
You thought you hallucinated when you saw a smile on Bo Ka-Tanâs lips, but you were perfectly sane.
There was a small crowd of Mandalorians in various types of armors amassed in the covert. You were wearing a light dress, and not the conventional attire. Din was in full armor, beskar shining under the low lights. Bo smiled encouragingly at you, as you exchanged vows in Mandoâa, repeating after the armorer. Your pronunciation was not perfect, which made you chuckle nervously. But Din held your hand and encouraged you. As he repeated the vows back to you, the deep rumble of his modulated voice gave you shivers.
You laid your head against his helmet in an intimate gesture, even though you couldnât wait to tear off the helmet from his head.
After a celebration, you brought Din back to the apartment on top of your workshop, thankful of the other mandalorians taking care of Grogu for the night. The sun was almost setting, but you could see his golden skin in the sunlight. It felt even more special now that you were his.
âThis couldnât end any quicker.â You said, breathless, between languorous kisses. You almost tore off each otherâs clothes, and you stopped for a few seconds to admire Dinâs face in the sunlight after you took off his helmet. âThere. My handsome man. I missed your face so much.â You cradled his scruffy jaw between your hands, and you kissed his pouty lips again and again, until he groaned in annoyance and pushed you on your bed.
âYou will see this face so much; youâll grow tired of it.â Your riduur settled between your hips, legs over his broad shoulders as he leaned down to kiss the sensitive skin of your thighs.
âI doubt it.â Your fingers settled in his curls, and you pushed him closer to where you truly wanted him. His nose brushed over your mound, then he spread your lips to gain an easier access, before drowning into you. He lapped and sucked messily at every piece of skin he could access, his head moving to the side as he ate you out with his whole body. âK-Kriff, DinâŚâ
He whispered your name against your wetness, like a quiet prayer, before latching his lips onto your clit, alternating with sucking, and leaving quick licks. âTaste so good, meshâlaâŚâ He said when he came back for air, after diving in again, like a man starved.
Your back arched, your hips bucking uncontrollably against his face as he kept going. His soft, brown eyes were on your face as he watched you coming undone, again and again, until overstimulation. You pulled on his hair and asked him to stop in a tired voice. His lips moved slowly up your body, stopping sometimes to latch onto a parcel of skin or a nipple.Â
âCan I make love to you, my riduur?â He asked reverently, and you never wanted him to call you something else again.
âYes.â
Din slicked his cock with your juices, before diving his tip slowly into your hole. You held his gaze, wanting to engrave somewhere in your memory this particular moment.
âNi kar'tayli gar darasuum (I love you).â He said as he bottomed, his hips flush with yours.
You barely had time to respond, before he started thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace, like you both now had the whole time in the universe.
âWhere do we go after this?â Din asked as he stilled to look at the remainings of the sunset reflecting on your skin.
âI will follow wherever you go, Din Djarin. So weâre never apart again.â
His fingers laced with yours as he felt happiness so overwhelming he could not bear it. A soft kiss. Another promise. And you would fly wherever he was needed.
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Calm amid the storm
A wholesome little oneshot where Zoro gets drenched in the rain and reader helps him dry off. Cuddling ensues.
Tags: established relationship, fluff, cuddling, kissing, reader's gender is unspecified
Also: we're going to suspend belief about the sleeping arrangements on the Going Merry and pretend that the crew have private rooms, lol. I can't write a romantic Zoro/reader cuddling scene with Usopp snoring in the corner.
It's a terrible night to be keeping watch.
With each new crash of thunder, you burrow deeper into the blankets in your lover Zoro's sleeping quarters. A single lamp on the desk beside the bed casts the narrow room in a warm glow. Outside, the storm rages on the dark open sea, rain drumming steadily against the sturdy hull of the Going Merry.
As you lie awake feeling the ship rock in the waves, you think ruefully of Zoro, who at this very moment is in the crow's nest getting absolutely soaked in the deluge as he takes his shift keeping watch. You're very glad it's not your turn to be above deck.
It's after midnight by the time you hear the familiar creak of the floorboard in the hallway and Zoro ducks wearily into the small room. The fabric of his shirt clings to his frame, drenched and heavy with moisture. His dark green hair is plastered to his forehead as rivulets of water trickle down his face.
"It's...a little wet outside," Zoro announces, unnecessarily. You can't help but laugh, pushing yourself up onto your elbows to get a better view.
"Is it raining? I had no idea," you tease him. "I guess I was just so cozy in here I didn't realize."
He makes a disgruntled sound in response as he takes you in, your hair rumpled from the pillow and your oversized t-shirt fallen down over one shoulder.
"It's hardly fair that I should be out in the rain while you're in my bed without me being cute and cozy," he grumbled, and leaned over to shake the water from his head and shoulders.
"Ah, stop that!" you complain as a single cold droplet lands on your face. "Use a towel."
You grab a towel from the end of the bed, and as you kneel on the mattress to drape it over his shoulders, you can feel that he's shivering.
"Oh my gosh, you're freezing," you say. "I think you'd better let me help you get those wet clothes off."
"It's not too bad." As usual, Zoro is quick to brush off his own discomfort, but the chattering of his teeth gives him away. He doesn't protest as you peel the cold wet shirt from his sculpted torso and off over his head. There are goosebumps on his skin.
"Find some warm clothes. I'm going to go to the kitchen to get you some hot tea to drink," you tell him. "Would you like some soup too, assuming Luffy hasn't eaten it all?"
"That does sound great, thanks." Zoro begins to towel dry his hair.
In the kitchen there is no sign of Sanji anywhere, so you steep a cup of green tea yourself and heat some leftover chicken soup on the stove.
When you carry the steaming cup and bowl back to Zoro's quarters, you find him sitting on the edge of the bed and using a cloth to carefully wipe down each of his three swords. He is looking much warmer in a pair of dry sweatpants, although you notice he hasn't bothered to put on a shirt. The lamplight glows on his bare skin. You're not complaining.
"Feeling warmer?" you ask, setting the tea and soup down on the desk.
"Yeah, feels great to be out of those wet clothes." Zoro begins ladling soup into his mouth.
You perch on the bed behind him and run your hands up his bare back. His body is already radiating its usual warmth, clearly recovering quickly from his time in the storm. You snake your arms around his waist and press your palms to his chest, while placing a few light kisses on his back.
"The soup was delicious, thank you," Zoro says.
"No need to thank me, I just heated it up," you say. "Sanji technically cooked it, but I didn't see him around."
Zoro chuckled.
"That's because the cook is scheduled to keep watch after me," he said. "Now he's the one out in the rain."
"Oh no, poor Sanji," you laugh, imagining the disgruntled cook in the crow's nest, trying unhappily to light his cigarette in the downpour.
"Better him than me," Zoro said. "My shift is over and now I get to spend the rest of the night here with you, where it's warm."
He turns and wraps you in his big arms, pulling you down onto the bed, pressing his lips to yours.
As if on cue, a thunderclap booms overhead. You squeal and cling to Zoro tightly as he tucks the blankets snugly around you both.
"That sounded close," you whisper, your cheek pressed against his bare chest. Zoro's hand rubs your back soothingly, while his other hand strokes your bare thigh beneath your long t-shirt.
"It can't hurt you." Zoro's low murmur was a rumble beneath your ear. "Nothing can hurt you here."
You tilt your face up to press your lips against the underside of Zoro's jaw. He is already starting to look drowsy, but tilts his face down to and kiss you again, sleepily this time.
"I'm so glad I have you," you tell him softly, placing your head back on his chest contentedly and closing your eyes.
You feel Zoro give you a gentle squeeze and then drop a kiss on the top of your head.
"I'm grateful every day that I have you," Zoro says.
The two of you drift off to sleep in each others arms, lulled by the rocking of the ship, as the storm gradually moves off east over the open sea.
The bedroom image used above is by freepik.com
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Hellooo! First of all, I love your fics, especially Tomas's. They are very entertaining and the way you write is just great ^^
This is more of a question than a request, although you can develop it further if you want.
How would the linkuei trio react to a s/o who says "I hate men... except you"
It came to me out of nowhere and I thought it was funny đ
There Are Exceptions
Prior notes: Hehehe I throughly enjoyed writing this. Also I forgot to say this with other peopleâs requests who gave me compliments but thank you so much for liking my writing! (*´âď˝*)
Pairing: Lin Kuei Bros x Afab reader
Warnings âźď¸: Men
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These dim witted, nitwit goobers who serve your husband are too much to handle. All they know how to do is punch and kick. They have no other survival instincts that can save their asses.
Itâs so tiring being the one to try to help them with whatever. A woman can only do so much.
You tried teaching them how to sew only for them to say something stupid like itâs a womanâs hobby. Forget about cooking. You have never seen someone screw up scramble eggs so much that it doesnât even form. How the fuck does it stay watery? And why are you the only one who knows how to fold clothes? Screw steaming out their wrinkles.
Your last straw today came in the nighttime when one of the clansmen came up to you and ask the most stupidest question you have ever heard.
âUhm, some of the men were telling me that a womanâs period was when she peels her skin every month. Is that true? Cause if it is you hide it well.â This clueless assassinâŚoh goodness.
You just stared blankly at the young man. It had to be a joke, right? They canât be that stupid. Actually, you donât want to know if they are that stupid. You walked away briskly with one thing on your mind and you had to shout it out. The moment you walk into your bedroom you slammed the door shut and screamed,
âI hate men!â
Bi-Han was already in bed, waiting for you to come around. He stared at you with that grumpy expression he always has before folding his arms in front of his chest. A low grumble was being emitted by him.
How can you say you hate men when you are married to one? One that treats you like the queen you are considered you are the grandmasterâs wife. He is also one who pleasures you till you are fully satisfied. Course, itâs more like you have to go on until he is satisfied.
ââŚexcept you.â
âMhm, thatâs right. I should be the exception here. I am the grandmaster, I deserve your full respect.â Bi-Han reminded you of his role as if he doesnât do so every day.
âAnd you are also my husband,â you walked up to him and placed a kiss on his forehead, âNow would you mind spooning me for tonight.â
âAfter that outburst, I am unsure if you deserve it.â Now heâs just being petty.
You pouted as you changed into your sleepwear. If Bi-Han looked for at least five seconds he would have caved. But he looked away immediately to prevent himself from changing his decision. You huffed as you slipped into bed. You went on your side and pretended like you didnât care. You did because you always lost the idgaf war.
âPlease, I love you.â You said over your shoulder.
Bi-Han let out a groan before turning over and wrapping his arms around your waist. Haha you win.
You may not like men but you love this man. You like this man because heâs your man.
Kuai Liang
Why does no one think of the logical answer to something?
You go out to the market all the time so you could help feed the Shirai Ryu. It helps lessen responsibilities for your husband. But even this simple task is made difficult and stupid because of some of the venders. More specifically the men.
You asked for watermelon and they hand you plastic containers with the funkiest bits of watermelon. They are discolored and are definitely past their ripeness. Yet they all tell you itâs fine. Itâs not fine! Itâs not good quality! Why even cut the watermelon in the first place you can do it yourself!
You want some mangos? Well you canât fucking have any because they donât got it. Oh whatâs that? A BUNCH OF FUCKING MANGOS RIGHT BEHIND THEM! And they tell you that those are honey mangoes you didnât specifically ask for those. They told you no because they thought you wanted Haden mangoes. Just give the woman a fucking mango!
Youâre so over those male venders. They never even help you pack the carts up.
Youâre too tired went you get back to the temple. You let everyone else pack the food away without helping out this time. You canât be bothered. You take your shoes off, step into the temple, and sigh heavily.
âI hate men.â You groaned.
You didnât realize Kuai Liang was coming up to you to greet you. You looked up and saw his face. He stared blankly with a bit of concern.
ââŚexcept you.â
You wanted to make it right so you ran up to him, giving him many kisses and hugging him.
âWhat has made you so hateful, my love? Did someone at the market bother you?â He asked with concern.
Kuai Liang was not at all mad at what you said. He found it odd which meant there was something wrong. His hands went up to check if maybe it was something physical. He would hate to find out you were hurt while out. What kind of husband would he be if he canât protect his wife?
âMany people bothered me at the market today. Some people are unfortunate stupid.â You replied.
âPerhaps you can tell me all about it in bed. Iâll make you some tea to help with the stress.â He took your hands as you both walked to the bedroom.
Kuai Liang is the kind of man you need in your life. If only the men at the market had his intelligence. Though you do like being cared for when there is any sign of distress from you. It makes you feel like a princess.
Tomas
To help train the Earthrealm champions is like trying to train a seal, a kangaroo, a bison, and a Komodo dragon to leap at least a meter out of the water. One will succeed, another will jump but not reach it, another one wonât try to jump, and the other will be too busy trying to mate with you.
They are all nice in their own way but Johnny is the worst of them all. You tell him you are happily married and itâs in one ear and out the other. Just because his marriage failed doesnât mean yours has to.
Kenshi is alright he just has stubborn. He believes itâs nerves that wins fights. If that were true why does he keep failing to you. And when he is not going against you heâs going after Johnnyâs throat. You get it, Johnny wonât give back Sento. But now is not the time to bust his ass.
Kung Lao just gets on everyoneâs nerves. You have never seen a bunch of monks ready to implode and strangle someone. Donât forget that you almost lost your head because he flung his hat in the wrong direction. All you got back was a small âsorryâ before he took his hat and ran off.
And RaidenâŚheâs fine. Heâs done no wrong.
Yet no matter what you always have to return and help the fools. You give and give and what do you receive? Hell!
You are exhausted when you return home. You donât talk to anyone you just go straight to your bedroom. You let out a groan the whole time and when the door closes you let that groan become words.
âI hate men.â
Tomas was already waiting for you in the bedroom. He was walking up to you to hug you until he heard those words. He looked concerned and even a little sad.
Well heâs a man, do you hate him? Did he do something wrong? He hopes he didnât, he doesnât want an unhappy wife.
Your attitude immediately went away at the sight of Tomas.
ââŚexcept you.â
You ran into his arms and hugged him tight. You could never hate a man like Tomas. He is your husband after all. You picked a good one compared to all the other men that you have seen.
âIâm guessing they upset you again.â He asked.
You nodded. The day is already over you donât feel like talking about every single stupid thing that they did. Tomas understood and hugged you tight.
âDo you want me to beat them up?â He whispered jokingly in your ear.
For once today you laughed. He always manages to bring a smile to your face. You wish you could let him but that would be a bad decision. Though itâs funny to think about. He was just happy to hear that wonderful laugh of yours. It just shows that heâs a good man to you. He can turn a frown upside down and make you see the good in men. Or at least the good in him.
After notes: Can you tell I got pissed off with Kuai Liangâs part? That shits a little too true. Those instacart tik toks be crazy. Hereâs a little experience of when I hated men: one didnât take no for an answer for YEARS. He still canât take no even from other girls. But most of the men I know are good. Alright enough yip yap I must march on. AdiĂłs!
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Kinktober Day 16: Creampies(And you're mine and you look so divine...)
warnings/kinks: creampies, impregnation, smut, unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism
word count: 0.6k
pairings: Hokage!Naruto Uzumaki x Fem!Reader
teaser: âI need to fill my little baby up,â Naruto groans as he fucks you through your second orgasm. âGotta make sure she knows how much I love her and need her.â
taglist: @beneathstarryskies. @loki-love. @witchofcustom. @dreadsuitsamus. @pyrofanatic. @butterflieskeepcominback
Being married to the seventh Hokage wasnât what you thought it would be like. It was even better than you imagined. Naruto had been a good friend of yours during childhood, so when you two grew up, it just became natural that you two would pair together.
Heâs a supportive and thoughtful husband. He loves to surprise you with little gifts and dates at Ichiraku whenever he gets the chance. Lately, youâve noticed him becoming just a little more distant and it breaks your heart. You know heâs so busy with being Hokage and you knew what you were signing up for when you married him, but you didnât realize how lonely things would become without him.
One night, he comes home from work and he finds you all snuggled up in your shared bed. When he sees the tears in your eyes, he does everything he can to make you feel better.
âDonât worry, baby,â he whispers against your skin as he presses kisses to your neck. âIâm not going anywhere. Youâre my lover,â
It doesnât take long for him to have your little nightgown all bunched up at your waist and for him to be pistoning in and out of your tight little cunt. He seems almost animalistic in his pursuit for pleasure.
âI need to fill my little baby up,â Naruto groans as he fucks you through your second orgasm. âGotta make sure she knows how much I love her and need her.â
You claw at his back as he fucks you harder and deeper, pressing the tip of his fat cock against the opening to your cervix. With the pleasure and the pain mixing, itâs hard for you not to fall off the edge over and over and over. And with Narutoâs dirty words playing and replaying in your mind, you know that youâve got no chance at all to hold on. You swear youâve never seen your husband quite like this. Heâs a man on a mission, a beast and a fiend for your body.
Naruto keeps you in the right position for your little cunt to just swallow up his thick cock. It feels like heaven for the both of you, being able to fuck without interruptions like this. Itâs the perfect mix of pleasure and pain with the longing and yearning having built for so long. You wish you could just keep him close by whenever you needed him, but he made up for it with these special moments.
When he finally cums, itâs loud and rough and he pumps you full of so much sticky and potent seed. You didnât know that he was on a mission to impregnate you. But this ritual happened night after night, despite the fact that Naruto just wished he could stay by your side constantly.
He even invites you to come visit him at the office under the guise of you dropping off his lunch. This is where he takes you and bends you over his desk. You have to keep quiet, lest you need Shikamaru coming in to see whatâs happening.
âGonna take my cum like a good girl?â Naruto asks between gritted teeth as he fucks into you with reckless abandon.
âPlease! Oh please!â You cry out, and he clamps his hand over your mouth.
It doesnât take long for him to spill so deep inside of you, a loud grunt coming from him. When itâs over, you expect him to clean you up, but instead he just lets you stay on his cock and sits you comfortably on his lap.
âGotta stay like this,â Naruto says as he presses a kiss to your temple. âTryinâ to get you pregnant after all,â
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Hi hii
Do you also write angst?
If so...I'm genuinely curious on what's your take if Buggy's partner was severely injured and in the verge of death in his arms.
Don't mind me,,just craving a freshly baked Buggy angst đ¤Ą
-soupsprout
Ahhhh, sorry this took a bit!
I love angst, but I've only ever written relationship-angst. Like poor communication skills or intense self-loathing.
This was a fun one to try! Fun and painful! I kinda hurt now! đĽ˛
I hope it hits the spot for you, @soupsprout
The ending is ambiguous and there isn't comfort because I like the pain, but I have an idea for an uplifting ending and one for a painful ending. LMK if you're interested in hearing about either đ
WC: ~900
Warnings: NSFW - grievous injury & blood, Buggy x GN!reader, established relationship, angst no comfort
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This wasnât supposed to happen. Injuries are inevitable during a fight, and this was a fucking ambush. The crew was bound to collect new wounds and scars when they started at a disadvantage. But when shit hits the fan, theyâre relentless. This time, that was a bad fucking trait.
As the din diminished and the ship drifted into eerie post-battle quiet, Buggy found you sitting against a wall. The crewmates you fought alongside were also in various states of reprieve. Leaning on crates, crouching on the ground, some even laying down as they caught their breaths. But none of them were sitting in a growing puddle of blood. None of them looked as ashen as you did. The sticky red hand squeezing your leg told the story.
Ripping his bandana off his head, Buggy sprinted over to you and kneeled on the dirty ground. He peeled your hand back, exposing the gash. This was real bad. The placement was bad. The depth was bad. He could see the surge of blood come and go, following your heartbeats. Biting the hem of his bandana, Buggy tore it into strips and wound them just above the wound. Tight but not too tight - he remembered that much.
You winced as he tied a knot and tried to push his hands away. Adrenaline dulled the pain from the original wound, but all this extra shit was too much.
âStop,â you whined, smearing blood from your hand to his wrist.Â
âHey, hey, Iâm sorry. Just a little more, okay?â
âDonât, BuggyâŚit hurts enough, just leave it.âÂ
âFuck, no! Listen, we need to stop the bleeding. I have toâŚâÂ
Buggy didnât know how to tell you that he needed to pack the wound and it was not going to be pleasant. It had been years since he had to dress a wound like this. He didnât have to do this for himself since eating the goddamn Devil Fruit and his crew had a doctor to tend to the others. Right, a doctor!
Dragging the closest crew member over by the collar of their shirt, Buggy started shouting, âYOU! Go get the doctor, get a medic, fuck - just go get someone! Get fucking Mohji!â
The pirate scrambled to their feet and yanked another mate up to join him in a search for help.
âMohji?â you repeated with a soft laugh.
âHe can help. He takes care of Richie, maybe he knows-â
âIâm not a lion, Buggy. Itâs not the same.âÂ
Your over-dramatic condescending tone could have fooled the pirate into believing you were okay if your voice didnât shake. If you werenât talking more with your eyes shut than open. If you hadnât lost enough blood that it was seeping into the knees of his pants.
âI dunno, youâre as annoying as Richie.âÂ
You smiled but didnât respond.Â
Buggy glanced around the room, which was nearly empty. The only ones left were the ambushers who didnât survive and anyone who couldnât run through the ship. No one had come back with any fucking help, though.Â
âHey, keep your eyes open,â Buggy said, squeezing your cheeks.Â
You did what he asked, but it took a few tries. Your eyes fluttered shut more than once before you succeeded in keeping them open.
âMâtired, Buggy,â you said in a low voice. A sad voice. A scared voice.
âYou can sleep later. Iâll even let you sleep on my side of the bed, okay? Just stay awake for now. Captainâs orders!â
Another smile, softer than the last one. Even Buggy could hear the desperation cracking in his throat.
âI have to do one more thing to stop the bleeding, alright? Itâll hurt and then youâll feel better. Take a deep breath for me, okay? You can do that?â
You nodded and inhaled. It was slow and stuttering as you tried to take in as much air as you could. Buggy waited until you were too focused on breathing before jamming a wad of torn fabric into the leaking wound. He winced as you let out a loud groan and your whole body stiffened in pain.
âSorry, sorry, Iâm so sorry. Iâm all done. You did so good.âÂ
Buggy rushed to comfort you, pressing kisses to your forehead and wiping away the tears falling from your eyes with the back of his hands. Blood didnât make him nauseous, but the sight of his palms stained red with yours did. Nauseous and nervous.
Your eyes were closed again. He asked you to open them. He asked again. They cracked open just a little. Enough to make him feel better and feel worse.
âHey, what do you call a lion at the South Pole?â
âWhat?â Your head tilted and your brows tightened. You were thinking.
Buggy watched your lips move slowly as you repeated his question.
You opened your eyes a little wider and looked at him with as much confusion as you could muster. You shook your head slightly.Â
âOh, you donât know?â he teased with a big grin. A fake smile to keep you distracted. âKeep thinking about it. If you just canât figure it out, Iâll tell you when you get better. Alright?â
You mouthed an affirmative response, but didnât make a sound.
âSo itâs a deal? Youâll get better and then Iâll tell you the answer. You gotta get better, though, okay?âÂ
Buggy grabbed your hands, hoping you couldnât feel how he was shaking. He wished he couldnât feel how cold you were.
You nodded and closed your eyes to think.
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sweet, sticky, thick, and pretty ŕšŕŁ â
âžââ§âş...synopsis : toji wants to give you another baby
âžââ§âş...cw : toji fushiguro x fem!reader, smut, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, overstimulation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, smug and cocky reader, feral toji
âžââ§âş...a/n : this is a post from my old blog but i revamped it and i really wanted to share this again because i was really proud of it. and yes, it's another breeding kink + pregnant kink. consider it a part two, since it takes place after megumi is born
toji never thought heâd get off on the idea of having another kid with you.
yet here he is, dick hard in his sweatpants as he thinks about you carrying his baby again...how you'd start to fill out all over again, that cute chubbiness coming back, how he'd have an excuse to dote on you whenever you complained about the simplest of things.
it starts off with how he sees you coo over megumi, calling him your sweet baby. you're such a good mother, too, it's clear you'd likely be the favorite parent to that little brat.
but god, does he find it attractive just seeing you be a mom to the kid that he gave you.
the day you ask megumi what he wants for his upcoming 4th birthday at dinner, neither one of you is prepared for the words that come out of your son's mouth.
âi want a baby sister,â he states bluntly as he chews on the steamed carrots, looking at you and toji. it was clear from how confident the little guy is that he's put a lot of thought into this.
âbut, i donât want her to look like daddy. heâs ugly, i want her to look like mommy.â
little brat.
you straight up choke, trying to stop the laugh-coughs as toji looks at his son, offended. this really is his son, because who else but you and the kid he made with you could have the nerve to say shit like that to him?
âtwerp, you look just like me, you realize that, right?â
megumi huffs, looking at his dad in the cutest little glare. âthatâs 'cause i'm a boy, though," he explains as if it's obvious, his precious little cheeks puffed up as he stuffs more of his food in his mouth.
"my sister has to be like mommy. youâd be an ugly girl, daddy.â
toji just rolls his eyes, pinching the cheeks of the mini him, ignoring his protests. as the two bicker, you think. would it...really be that bad to have another baby? you always wanted a girl, after all, and toji took such good care of you and megumi...it couldn't be that bad.
âwell, uhm,â you begin, catching the attention of toji, an unfamiliar smile on your face.
there's a mischievous look on your face right now, his eyes narrowing as he waits for your response. whatever you're about to say is either going to haunt him for the next few days or make him roll his eyes at you.
âi'm sure daddy and i can work something out for you, 'gumi, but letâs think of some other things, too, m'kay?âÂ
ah.
you went the haunting route.
ignoring the little cheer his son let out, toji can't hide the disbelieving look that crosses his face when he processes what you just said.
'daddy'?
you've said the word, sure, usually when you talk to megumi about him. but something was different about how you said it, the way you looked at him when you said it, the barely visible flutter of your eyes...a silent promise there'd definitely be a deeper conversation about it later.
the very day megumi has a sleepover with the neighbor's kid, yuuji, toji is mentally cheering. he loves his son with all his heart, he truly does, but having a toddler in bed meant limited contact with his pretty wife.
it's only been 3 days since that little comment you made and it's been on toji's mind constantly. every time he tried to bring it up with you, megumi would interrupt and toji was not being the reason his son ended up traumatized because he overheard mommy and daddy talking about making babies in the kitchen.
"bye, gumi! make sure you behave for mr. nanami, okay? have fun with yuuji," you coo as you press two kisses to your son's cheeks, snapping toji back to the present.
"see ya, kid, be good," toji says, giving a nod of acknowledgement to nanami. megumi barely says goodbye before he runs after yuuji to the car, his run a bit awkward because of his overnight backpack.
waving goodbye to nanami, you shut the door, turning to look at toji with that smile as you.
"hi, toj."
you think you're so cute, don't you?
"hey, mama."
toji can't even lie, you are. wearing his t-shirt and sweatpants? yeah, your the cutest thing he's ever laid eyes one. his hands rest on your hips, pulling you flush to his chest. fuck, you weren't even doing anything but he could already feel himself getting hard just from looking at you.
he's never been so whipped in his life.
"d'you wanna talk," you murmur lowly, your finger running over the thin silver chain on his neck. "we could go to the bedroom...and talk about the baby thing."
toji's eyes darken at the suggestion, knowing exactly what would happen the moment you both go into the bedroom. "yeah. think it's 'bout time we talked about it," he hums as he grips your wrist, tugging you to your room.
as soon you both step foot into the bedroom, toji hungrily presses your lips against his, letting out a deep groan. "had me thinkin' about knockin' you up again all fuckin' week, mama," toji sighs against your lips, tongue running over your lower lip.
"wanted to stuff you full so fucking bad."
feeling you sigh so prettily into the kiss, his doesn't hesitate to shove his tongue in your mouth, hands busying themselves as they push your (his) sweats down off your hips before guiding you back to the bed.
you knew he would get excited over your comment, but you didn't think it would be to the point where he was rutting into you as he practically devoured you, feeling your back hit the bed.
âyou want to give our 'gumi a sister? wanna be a mommy again," he questions, breaking the kiss to press his forehead against yours. one of his hands slithers up under the oversized t-shirt to cup one of your tits and roughly knead it, his thumb just barely grazing over your nipple.
"wanna have another kid with big, bad toji? tsk, poor cunt missed gettin' stuffed full of cum?"Â
you just hum a little breathless. your hand comes up to cup his cheek, looking from his lips back up to his eyes. he's so handsome when he's over you like this, his chain dangling right in your face.
âmaaaaybe. megumi just made me think about it, 's all. you've been a good dad t' him, how could i not want to give you another one,â you coo, guiding him closer so you can press a kiss against the scar on his lip.Â
âbesidesâŚâ
toji grunts when he feels your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him flush against you so you can feel the thick, heaviness of his arousal through his sweatpants.
âdonât you want me to make you a daddy again, toji? c'mon, knock me up, big guy.â
after those words leave your pretty little mouth, toji is on you as he realizes that you're 100% going to give him the worse breeding kink ever.
"'m gonna fuckin' ruin you," he growls into your ear. you aren't given a second to protest before he's ripped your panties off, complaints falling on deaf ears. the tips of his fingers gently run over your puffy pussy lips, your slick wetness coating his fingers.
"fuck, mama, you're soaked already." his eyes are focused on your face as you squirm and whimper when he swirls little circles into your clit, an evil smirk on his face. "can't wait to fill you up 'til you're dripping with my cum, doll."
you can't stop your hips from trying to grind into his hand, eyes rolling back when he teased your entrance. "toji, c'mon, baby, i need you s'bad."
"baby, you know you can't take me without prep," he coos at you. he can feel how hot and slick you are, finally, finally slipping two of his fingers inside your cunt. and oh, the way you arch your back a little bit with a pleading whine of his name is so, so pretty, you're so fucking cute.
"mmn, maybe y'don't need prep, you just sucked my fingers right in," he says huskily before pressing a little kiss to the corner of your mouth. "you wanna try, mama? wanna see if you can fit my cock in you? really gonna feel that stretch, though, babe," toji warns, knowing you can't give a sensible answer when he starts pumping his fingers in and out.
when it seems like your about to answer him, the only thing that escapes your mouth is a shaky moan, his thick fingers curling to hit just the right spot inside of you that has you gushing. unable to form words, you tug on his shirt and nod frantically, just wanting to feel toji stuffing you full.
"yeah? you wanna try?" toiji pulls his fingers out of you, chuckling when you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness. he pops his fingers in his mouth, cock throbbing at the addictive taste of your cunt on his tongue. "c'mon, we're both wearing too much, let's get you outta that shirt, ma."
you waste no time throwing the shirt off, not even giving him the chance to undress you. but once your shirt is off, you're practically ripping off his stupid black t-shirt that made his pecs look fucking delicious and those damn sweatpants and boxers that hid your prize.
as you fuss over his boxers, toji takes a moment to look at you spread out on the bed before him. you still had a bit of chub on you, tummy nice and soft and cute, just how he likes it. if he knew where his phone was, he'd take a picture of you right now; frustrated, horny, naked, and pretty. all for him.
"tojiiii, stop staring and kick off your stupid boxers, you're getting on my nerves!"
you can't even look him in the eye as you say that because you're too busy staring right at his cock, a thick bead of precum formed at the tip. the lick of your lips told him everything he needed to know, but he wasn't fucking your mouth, not tonight at least.
"what? i can't look at my own wife," he asks with a raised eyebrow, biting back a laugh when you swat at his hand that pinches one your puffy nipple. "tch, so rude, doll."
before you can snap back at him, he brushes the swollen head of his cock against your slick folds, smearing your wet over the tip. that shuts you up quickly and toji has to hold back another laugh. always so fussy until he finally gives you what you want. he's spoiled you rotten.
"toji," comes a soft whine, so soft he nearly misses it. your eyes are focused between your legs, lower lips between your teeth as he teases you with his cockhead. you huff, pushing your hand against his chest to give you enough space to shift positions, knowing exactly what would get him to stop teasing you.
once you roll over, you shift so that you're face down, ass up, you hand slipping between your thighs to spread your sticky pussy open, slick dripping down your fingers. "tojiiii, please? please, baby, stop teasing an' put a baby in me...please, hubby, give your wife what she wants."
any other whines or begs are interrupted when his hand comes down hard on your ass. he was going to give you what you wanted, what you both wanted. he was going to fuck you, fill you up with all his cum and whatever leaked out? heâd make sure to push it back in, whether with his fingers, mouth, or tip of his dick.Â
when he finally pushes into you, he just lets out the most wrecked groan youâve heard from him yet, each inch sinking into you stretching those tight walls just a bit more.
"holy shit...fuuck me, baby, too fucking tight, you're strangling my cock," he hisses, fingers digging into the fat of your hips as he gave you inch after inch.
god, just the thought of fucking you not just to feel good, but to fill you up, get you to take his seed deep inside to give him another kid? it's fucking with his head, his wife was gonna be the death of him.
both of you moan once he's all the way inside. you feel so full, his cock is too fucking big it doesn't make any sense and you genuinely think you should've let him fully prep you...but shifting your hips just a little bit has his tip pressing against something sinful. you whine and reach back to grab at one of his hands on your waist, turning to shoot him a mean glare as you demand, âstop stalling nâ knock me up, toji."Â
who is he to deny what his wife asks?
using a hand to steady himself on the headboard, his hips begin to move slowly, pulling out just an inch and pushing forward again. "so tight 'n' warm..." each thrust hits deeper and more powerful than the last as toji begins to pick up speed, the thickness of his cock hitting every deep part of you.
it's almost too much, but you don't want him to stop, especially not when toji started running his mouth.
âshit, look at you, babyâŚtakinâ it like a champ.â
now you really wish you stayed on your back, then at least you could've slapped a hand over his mouth to shut him up. you drop your head down against the mattress with a moan, starting to move your hips to match his thrusts, the room filling with the sound of skin slapping on skin.
âfuuck, c'mon, throw that ass back on me, thaaaatâs it, good girl.âÂ
he starts pounding into you harder when he feels you tightening up on him. the sweet moans and adorable words of âgimme more,â âbaby, please,â or âsâ too good, toj,ââ only pushing him to get even deeper, to get you to cum so he could stuff you full.
he coos when he sees you starting to scramble up further on the bed, away from his relentless fucking. he knows that he found that sweet spot that would have you creaming in minutes.
"tsk, you just never fuckin' learn, huh? 's always gonna be too much for you, isn't it," he huffs as his hand finds its way into your hair, tugging your head back to keep you from moving more. âhey. hey, nonono, donât run away from it, lemme have it," he coos at you, following you up the mattress.
you never change, always swearing up and down that you wouldn't run from his cock, that you'd be able to take him. you wanted this, you wanted your precious husband to fuck another baby into you, t'give 'gumi a little sister, sâ iâm gonna give it to you.â
toji may sound like heâs still put together, but heâs just thankful you canât see his face since yours is pressed into the pillows at the top of the bed.
you canât see how heâs barely holding himself together, trying his hardest not to let himself go too much. the last thing he needs is to cum before you, knowing that while you wouldnât mind, heâd be annoyed for breaking his streak.
heâs brought back into the present when you manage to turn your head a little, able to look him in the eye, and god, does he love what he sees.
your mouth is open as you moan for him, eyes lidded and focused on only him. he sees the little tears gathered in them, not quite spilling over but the fact that theyâre there tells him heâs the one making you feel that good.Â
âtuh-toji, âm gonna cum, gonna cumâ!â
"yeah?" hearing you moan so sweetly for him only makes toji smirk, fingers digging into your hips as he helps you meet each thrust. âgonna make a mess f'me already? poor little cunt can't handle gettin' fucked so good? mmn, shit, 's okay, baby. let go for me, mama, cum on daddyâs cock.âÂ
"t-tojiiiii," you shakily moan, nearly ripping the sheets as you cum suddenly. it was his voice, the way he tried to sound put together but you could hear how desperate he was to feel your pussy clamp down on him and get his cock nice and messy.
toji's deep, guttural moans mix with your cries when he unexpected is pushed over the edge, the way you desperately grinded back against him causing him to swear under his breath as he lost his pace, groaning your name as he emptied into you. it felt so hot, the pulsating warmth of his tip nudging against your cervix paired with his thick cum filling you up dizzying the both of you.Â
you expect some kind of snarky comment from toji, trying to catch your breath so you could reply when he said it. but nothing comes (you have to stop yourself from laughing at the pun). you turn to look back, sighing when toji pulls out of you. usually he stayed inside, leaning down to tease you for cumming so fast...but he didn't.
something was wrong and for some reason, you felt like your pussy was in danger.
âtojâŚ?â
he didnât answer. he probably didnât even hear you, not with the way he was looking so intensely at the mess between your thighs. the mess he made. toji doesnât know what comes over him, his hands practically moving on their own as he moves you over onto your back, then moving his hands down to your sensitive hole and spreading.Â
the scene in front of him just breaks him. you let out a soft whine, hips gently rolling into his hands. his eyes stay stuck between your legsâsharp and focusedâas they watch the thick globs of his hot cum drip out of your hole and down onto the bed sheets.
the groan that leaves him is sinful, and once you make eye contact with him, you realize how fucked you are. heâs hard again, almost making you believe he didnât cum if it werenât for the creamy sheen of his cum on his throbbing dick and the hotness of his dripping out of you. before you know it, tojiâs climbing over you, making sure your legs get pushed over to his shoulders as he pushes you into a mating press.
yeah.
you're fucked.
you keep making eye contact, and now that heâs so close to you, you see how crazed he looks. his eyes, completely black due to his blown pupils, have an unhinged look in them, and the half smirk on his face only makes you worry about your ability to walk the next day.
ât-toji, if you need a break to calm down, then-oh!âÂ
he shuts you up by pushing himself inside you, loving how your eyes cross so prettily. he has you now, you can't run away from the overstimulating feeling of him fucking you in this position. and when you feel his hands come up and lock together on your head to really keep you in place, you feel yourself gush all over his cock at the simple display of how strong he was compared to you.
you're so fucked.
all you can do is moan and cry out his name, hands grabbing whatever part of him they could reach. but he doesn't let you break eye contact, keeping you close to his face so he could see every little expression. and fuck, does he like what he sees.
ât-tojiii, tâ deep, tâ deep!â
âwanâ me tâ stop? tâ stop fuckinâ this messy hole?â
âfuck, y-you stop, and Iâll c-choke the shit out of yo-ouh!â
âthatâs it, take it, take daddyâs cock, mama, lemme breed you.â
everything about this position is driving both of you crazy.
the closeness has you reeling, the way toji just cannot bring himself to break eye contact, needing to see what he was doing to you.
his thick cock is hitting deep, almost too deep, with the way each thrust of his hips causes the tip to press into the sweet spot inside you every. single. time.Â
he has you for the whole day and the whole night, he's going to make sure you're stuffed entirely and doesn't plan on stopping until either you tell him you need a break or until he can't cum anymore. and even then, he doesn't think anything will be able to get him out of your cunt.
but with the way he just moaned into your mouth, thick spurts of more cum coating your insidesâŚand the way he didnât get soft, instead pressing you even deeper into the mattress as he began to pound into you with a groan of how much he loved your pussyâŚ
you were sure it would be a while until he was done with you.
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Gojo falls ill and reader does finishes his missions and her own missions as well do Gojo doesn't have a pile of work waiting for him once he gets better. Gojo gets better. And finds out.
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Reader finishing Gojo's missions when he falls sick and he finds out
Pairing: Gojo x wife!reader
Word Count: 2,3k
Synopsis: When your husband falls sick, you don't think twice about completing all of his tasks in order for him to not be stressed - even if it means multiple sleepless nights for youself. Little did you know that your husband will find out about it and thank you in his own way...
Warnings: pure fluff over fluff so enjoy, Gojo basically being THE husband for y'all, not proofread because it's already darn late here and I'm way too tired
âOh come on, donât tell me the honoured one caught a coldâ, you playfully tease your beloved husband.
Heâs definitely ill, thereâs no doubt in that. The way his forehead is covered in sweat, his unusual pale face paired with his heavy breathing. Let alone the sight of his red and runny nose.
You never thought this is possible. After all, Satoru is one of the few people who are able to use revered technique. Isnât he able to heal himself, to prevent his body from falling sick?
âLooks like I overdid it those last weeks. My body is catching up on my apparentlyâ, he replies weakly along with a nasty sounding cough.
You know all too well these last weeks were like a trip to hell and back for him. This is actually the first time you saw your husband after one whole week of him running from mission to mission and coming home into bad past after midnight. Being two special grade sorcerers, it is your responsibility to prevent the worst things from happening. Especially during summer, the number of curses triples. And that paired with the stinging fact that jujutsu sorcerers die like flies each and every dayâŚ
Itâs no wonder his body took a toll on him.
âYouâll stay here for the rest of the week, babeâ, you instruct him gently while pulling a blanket up his chest.
âNah, no chance. Iâll have a pile of work when I get back and-AH.â
Itâs frightening, the way he almost chokes while coughing so roughly that it vibrates through your whole body. This doesnât sound good at all. To be exact, youâve never seen your husband like this despite the fact that youâve been together for multiple years by now. If heâs feeling this miserable, itâs definitely time for a break.
âDonât worry about that. I hold the position while youâre gone.â
Little did he know you meant that.
-a week later-
âItâs far past midnight. Why are you still up, (y/n)?â
His hoarse voice rips you out of your microsleep immediately, lids so heavy they feel like closing by themselves if you donât pay close attention.
âOh, just work.â
No, itâs not just work. Apart from the daily drama you have to endure, you made it your mission to complete each and every task your husband would face as soon as he comes back. You know all too well heâll throw himself fully into work again, not thinking about his own health a single second. And to prevent that, you decided to finish his missions as well, to teach his students, to do anything in your power to prevent Satoru from a pile of work.
Including swollen eyelids, constant grumpy mood, no effort to eat and your shoulders hanging down onto the ground.
You hate to admit it, but you are exhausted. You never realized how much work your husband does during the day. Must be easier for him, though. Teleportation sure sounds nice at the momentâŚ
âIâm worried about you, babe. Are the elders bombarding you with work again? Maybe I need to have a serious talk again-â
âNo, donât think too much about it. Iâm just hanging on a bit, thatâs itâ, you lie.
Oh, Satoru knows it is. After all, youâre talking about yourself. You, so disciplined that youâd never leave work unattended. No, itâs absolutely impossible that youâre âhanging on a bitâ. But what else is it? The dark circles underneath your eyes look like valleys in the soft light of a lamp, tired eyes failing to focus on the paperwork in front of you. Usually, this is what youâre doing straight in the morning when heâs still asleep. What keeps you so busy these last days? He has to find out, he-
He almost chokes on himself again, earning a concerned side eye from you. Itâs been a week and heâs still sick to the brim. Worry lines decorate your face, palm gently resting against his scorching hot forehead.
âOff to bed with you.â
âDonât stay up too long, okay? All you seem to do is work these last daysâ, your husband replies worried himself.
You sigh to yourself. Thatâs because you do. But leaving your husband to a pile of work after he returns to Jujutsu High only to get sick again? You grab the pen in your hand tighter, force your eyes to fully open. Only a few more days and youâll be done. After all, youâre doing this for him, right?
Satoru is definitely worth the sleepless nights.
-a few days after-
âTurns out Iâm fully back at normal again, babe!â, your husband announces proudly.
You blink against the harsh light of the merciless sun, eyes dry like sand. Only a few hours ago, you returned from a village Satoru was supposed to inspect. Well, minutes turned into hours when a special grade curse appeared out of no where and made your life living hell. The sun already began to rise when you carried yourself back into bed.
But still, you canât help but smile at him. These last days were rough for him. Him, the strongest, passed out because of a cold. He wasnât himself all this time, weak body bound into bed with his limbs aching.
âSo glad to here thatâ, you mumble while pressing a gentle kiss onto his lips.
âSleep in for a while, you look exhausted (y/n). I know you just came back a few hours ago and donât you dare to lie at me.â
Your eyes widen in an instant, cheeks blushing ever so slightly. You were so careful about leaving and returning, his even and long breaths not giving a single hint that he might be awake.
âIâm heading to Jujutsu High, bet work piled up pretty bad. Wish me good luck and have a good rest princess, Iâll kick their asses if they try to call you!â
With one last loving glance at you, heâs gone. And you canât help but pass out immediately.
âGuess whoâs back to save the day!â, Satoru announces proudly into the room filled with his students and Yaga Masamichi who looks at him with the same disinterest as usual.
âYou? Didnât even know you even exist anymoreâ, Nobara mumbles while filing down her nails.
âHow are you? (y/n) told us you were sickâ, Yuji interjects.
âIâm completely back to normal!â
âWhat a shameâ, Megumi mumbles under his breath.
âSooo, what side of earth do I have to save today? Iâm sure a lot of work piled up while I was gone. After all, Iâm the strongest.â
Satoru stretches himself playfully, waiting for the director to tell him about all different kinds of missions, curses and teachings he has to deal with these next few days. But instead, he just shrugs his shoulders.
âWhat? Got nothing to say? Okay, let me guess, what about that special grade curse in the village-â
âDoneâ, Yaga Masamichi replies dryly.
âThe combat training with the first year-â
âDone.â
âAny curses that appeared in Tokyo?â
âDone.â
âTaking care of-â
âDone.â
This canât be true, the man in front of him has to joke. Apart from you, Satoru is the only special grade sorcerer here at Jujutsu High. No one would ever be able to fulfil some of those missions, let alone teach his students just like that. Not even the director himself is capable of dealing with that special grade curse he was talking about just before Satoru got sick. But whoâŚ?
âDidnât your wife tell you she already managed all those things?â
Oh, he was so stupid that it hurts. All these nights he caught you almost falling asleep on your desk, the multiple times you sneaked out of bed far past midnight, the dark circles under your eyes. All this time, you werenât only busy with your own missions. No, you actually fulfilled all of his work for him as well.
âJust the amount of work I have to do when I come back. Urgh, being sick sucks.â
âDonât worry, love. Iâm sure youâll be fine.
Yeah, he sure as hell is. But only because you decided to make your own life living hell for two weeks straight.
âPlease donât tell me (y/n) did all of my stuff while I was gone.â
âIâll never understand how a kind-hearted woman like her ended up with you. She didnât even stop when I told her to and somehow managed to get information about the missions I prepared for your sick assâ, the director replies dryly.
âCall her in right now.â
Words arenât enough to thank you for this. No, you deserve way more than that, way more than his mouth could ever give you.
âAnd let her leave again in about an hour.â
-an hour later-
âAgain, sorry for calling you in, (y/n). Now get back home, youâre free tomorrow.â
âThank youâ, is all youâre able to reply, wobbly feet carrying you back into your car and onto the road.
You sigh to yourself. Well, you definitely didnât expect the director to call you this early when you just returned from an exhausting mission. But who are you to say no to him? After all, itâs your job to do this, itâs your job to protect the innocent.
ButâŚIs it also your job to answer strange questions from your students in the morning?
âCome on, use your brain! You know what the director said!â, Nobara hisses through gritted teeth, the trio sticking their heads together after you were forced to drop your haircare routine to Nobara.
âEhm...soâŚwellâŚâ
âIf you donât have any further questions, Iâll go-â
âYes! I have a question!â, Yuji screams so loudly that his voice echoes through your tired brain.
âWhat is it, Yuji?â, you mutter with your eyes closed.
âHow exactly are babies made, (y/n)-san?â
âYouâre an idiotâŚâ, Megumi grumbles.
âReally? This is all you have left in your pea-sized brain?â
âWhat? You just told me to ask her something and thatâs what I came up with!â, Yuji defends himself.
âYeah, but that âsomethingâ definitely didnât include THAT!â
Itâs almost as if they were forced to ask you dumb questions. Youâll definitely have a talk with your husband about their strange behaviour when you caught up on sleep. But before thatâŚ
You open the door with a swift motion.
Your heart skips a beat, eyes widen.
The usual so modern and clean living-room is now covered in rose pedals and filled with the fresh scent of sakura leaves, your couch unfolded and covered in the most fluffy blankets, pillows and stuffed animals youâre ever seen. And there he sits.
He, your beloved husband, holding up your bathrobe oh so inviting.
âWhatâs going on here?â, you breathe out.
Suddenly, all the exhaustion you felt earlier disappeared into thin air. Did he really do all of this for you? The candles flickering, the blankets, the strawberries covered in chocolate waiting on the table, him wearing that black t-shirt you love so much.
âGuess what, I found out what you did. Did you really think youâll get away with stealing my work in silence?â, he teases, love dripping from each and every word he says.
âIt was nothingâ, you try to brush him off.
But instead, he gets up and grabs your hand in order to guide you into the dim bathroom that is only lightened by a few candles. Again, the lovely smell of sakura leaves radiates from the bathtub filled with bubbles and hot steam. Just the thought of letting yourself sink into that warm water, to finally release the tension in your sore muscles-
Before youâre even able to comprehend whatâs happening, Satoru took off your clothes and lifts you off the ground with ease. Your body doesnât dare to fight back, too weak from all the missions you completed these last days. Just the tip of your toe, relaxing in the water for a few minutes before returning to Jujutsu HighâŚ
âNothing, huh? So you mean doing the stuff I need a month for in two weeks besides your own missions is nothing? Words canât express how thankful I am to have such a sweet, caring and steaming hot wifeâ, he whispers against your ear, his fingers starting to massage your back oh so skilled.
You allow yourself to sink into his touch, to rest your eyes for a few minutes. Well, there is no denying in the fact that this was a little too much for you. All the fighting, the paper work, the heart and soul you poured in each and every work.
And then thereâs him. Satoru, your beloved husband, who massages your back with his skilled fingers. How lucky you are to call him your husband, that he decided to spend the rest of his life with you. Even though he scolded you ever so slightly for managing his pile of work, you know heâd do the same for you in a heartbeat. What a treasure, how glad you are to know him, how wonderful he isâŚ
â(y/n)?â, Satoru purrs against your ear.
You donât response, chest rising and falling slow and steady. He canât help but smile to himself, admiring he beauty of your finally resting face. Carefully, he lifts you out of the bathtub and covers your body in the fluffy bathrobe you love so much. You definitely deserve some rest for all the work you did these last days.
He canât help but gently caress your cheek, making sure youâre completely tucked you underneath your favourite blanket.
âWhat a lucky man I amâ, he mutters to himself while outlining your parted lips.
âTo call someone so wonderful my wifeâŚâ
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Me: âfuck, I need his cockâ
Him: *is literally just words on tumblr*
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I never leave a fic as fast as when I read the first âdaddyâ
pov: I find a good smut fic but it includes a daddy kink
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It was late.
You two had turned in for the night a while ago. As you load in bed, you heard and felt the crashing waves against the ship.
Luffy couldnât help but steal glances at you.
You laid beside him, breaths steady, eyes tracing patterns on the ceiling.
âYou okay?â He whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet room.
You shifted slightly, turning your head before y to meet his gaze. âYeah, just canât sleep.â
âMe either.â He admitted with a sigh, his tone matching yours.
He then fully turned to his side, propped up on his elbow, and his eyes fixated on your face.
You werenât going to acknowledge him, but he wasnât going to look away until you gave him some attention.
âWhat are you looking at?â You deadpanned.
âJust you,â he relied with a small smile. âYouâre really pretty yâknow.â
A blush crept onto your cheeks, and you averted your gaze slightly. âFlattery wonât get you anywhere.â
He grinned mischievously and moved even closer and you felt his warm breath against your skin.
âMaybe not, but itâs worth a try.â
With a playful twinkle in his eye, he leaned into the crook of your neck and began to softly kiss on it.
You werenât going to give in. But he was determined to get a reaction from you.
He was fueled by a sudden burst of playful energy and began to nibble on your skin, his teeth teasingly grazing. He then began to open his mouth wider, and suck as of your skin was his favorite snack. His hair brushed against your face, tickling you with each movement and that along with his antics caused you to giggle and flex your neck in an attempt to get away. You felt him smile against your skin, as heâd gotten what he wanted.
He then proceeded to wrap a leg over yours and bring a hand to the other side of your face. His kisses now moving to your cheek and basically smushing you two together.
As Luffyâs playful kisses continued, the rustle sound of the sheets and the rhythm of your breaths was suddenly replaced by laughter that bubbled up deep from within him.
Pulling away slightly, he looked at you with a wide grin, as you covered your face in slight embarrassment. His laughter was infectious and you soon found yourself joining in. As a result, he started to get louder, so you had to grab the pillow and smack him in the face with it.
âShhhh. Shut up.â
âOw.â
âYouâll wake everyone else.â
With your laughter still ringing in the air, you bend down to press a quick kiss to his lips, only for him to warp his arms around you tightly to prevent you from leaving after pulling away.
Heâs such a sucker for physical touch.
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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/nâs a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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