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lovelyiida · 6 months ago

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(NF) Hey lovely, I saw that you want requests. Could I request a iida x fem!reader fluff? I even have a prompt! You know how in MHA it’s winter break and everyone is bored at the dorms? Someone gets the idea to throw a whole fake wedding and invite all first years/the whole student body. The girls of 1A vote the bride and the guys vote the groom and reader is the bride and iida is the groom, which is good because they secretly like each other, y’know the drill. Iida and reader do the ceremony with vows and the rings and the kiss and all that. Also, there’s lots of cake and a huge party at the end with fireworks!!

That’s the cutest shi I’ve ever cooked up and I want someone talented to write it. If you could tag me to, that’d be awesome!

Love, psi kid 🎀

OHHHHHH MY GOD I FUCKING LIVE FOR THIS, this is seriously so cute. God, why can't I think of these ideas by myself??

꧁★𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝟏-𝐀 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆★꧂ — afab

Snow falls gently outside, the world a picturesque white. The students of class 1-A lounge around, boredom plastered on their faces. It's a snow day, just great.

Ochaco twirls a strand of hair and glances at her friends. Even the lively Kirishima looks lethargic on the couch. Denki was about to sink into the floor if he couldn't find a way to annoy his fellow comrades.

Then, an idea sparked.

Ochaco's eyes spark with a twinkle and her lips curled into an intriguing smirk. "We need to do something fun, how about a fake wedding?"

The class exchanges intrigued looks, murmuring amongst themselves. Mina's eyes spark in excitement at the idea. "Yeah! We can vote and groom for our class. It'll be totally adorable!" She squealed.

Everyone nods in agreement as chatter bursts across the common space for today's event.

The entire Class 1-A along with various first years assemble outside, enveloped by the festive atmosphere. Electricity fills the air as the class has been sectioned into two groups to help figure out who will be the bride and the groom.

And out of the corner of your eye, you noticed IIda standing awkwardly in the midst of all this, glancing quick looks at you with a light blush. You couldn't help but chuckle to yourself and your friends at the act.

Later into the evening, the room now transformed with makeshift decorations and fairy lights strung everywhere (you can thank Momo for that). The class sat excitedly as Ochaco and Tsuyu held envelopes, ready to announce the lovely couple in waiting.

Standing at the improvised altar (standing on top of a table), they spoke with a grin.

"The results are in! The bride-to-be is... Y/n!"

The class erupts in cheers as you sit in shock of the results, slowing picking yourself off your feet, you stand in front of the "altar," as your face flushes in excitement. Tsuyu then spoke:

"And the groom-to-be is...Iida!"

Iida goes stiff, and his face turns crimson. The boys laugh and nudge him forward. Standing from his feet, he nears himself towards you and bows politely. You send him a wink of encouragement before whispering, "don't be so nervous. I bet you'd make a great husband."

Iida smirks at your words before whispering back, "and I know you'd make a wonderful wife."

As so, a makeshift ceremony begins!

Iida and you stand at the altar with hands intertwined. Wedding dress and suit on (thanking Momo once more!), looking like a match made out of heaven. Everyone watches eagerly as the both of you stand awkwardly, awaiting each other's vows.

"Don't chicken out, four-eyes," Bakugo chuckled. Iida side-eyed the blonde before clearing his throat and pushing up his glasses. "Y/n, ever since the first day we met. I knew you were a woman who I could spend the rest of my days with. You're kind, smart, beautifully-spirited, and one of the best teammates I could see fighting with me to the death..."

The class is swooned by Iida's words, you couldn't help but stand there in shock at the blatant confession thrown in your face.

"Y/n, I vow to always support and protect you...in sickness and in health...even in this mock wedding."

The class erupts in cheers as they hear Iida's beautiful poetic vows.

You chuckle, softening the moment once more.

"Iida, you're someone who I trust and care for deeply, you are a pinnacle in everyone's life and without you, I would be nothing. Your presence keeps me motivated and ready to take on whatever is ahead of me...because that's what you are and I deeply admire you for that."

"You're smart, you're hardworking, and super handsome..."

Iida quickly reddened at your words, your voice sounding like music to his ears. Oh, how he wished this was real.

"And I vow to always support and protect you...in sickness and in health...even in this mock wedding, or out of it."

As you finish, the class erupts in laughter as Iida and Reader exchange playful glances. Holding out your paper-made rings, you change and slide them onto each other's fingers. Ochaco and Tsuyu, beaming with joy, declare them fake husband and fake wife.

"You may now, fake-kiss the bride!"

You'd begin to go in for a simple kiss on the cheek, but suddenly Iida grabs a soft hold of your waist and scoops you down. Planting a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth.

A respectful man, we love!

Claps were heard around the room, but the moment between the two of you felt as if no one was there and the room was fading into black. As if nothing mattered but the to of you.

Mina teasingly claps before yelling, "I now pronounce you fake husband and fake wife! You may now fake-party!" The room transforms into a lively celebration, with music playing and students dancing joyfully.

Iida and Reader sneak glances at each other, their fake smiles turning into genuine ones. Photos and videos were taken throughout the night of the heartwarming moment between the class.

And as the night grew young, and the slow subsides. The both of you stand outside and look at the breathtaking array of stars that light up the night sky. Your hand tangled into his, as your head fell softly against Iida's broad shoulder.

Iida couldn't help but play with his makeshift ring, smiling to himself about what the future holds, and how he wanted this future to be a potential reality. Your head suddenly moves from his shoulder, which earns a soft hum from Iida.

You look at him with a light blush as you speak, "this was amazing... thank you, Iida." You spoke softly with a warm smile. "No thank you, Y/n, this night wouldn't have been the same without you."

You hum in response before placing your head back on his shoulder.

You share a quiet, perfect moment as the stars illuminate your faces as a "newlywed couple." Only for the moment to be laughed upon in the future, when your real wedding comes to fruition.

When someone who gives me a tenya rec tells me to jump, I'm gonna JUMP!!!!

— 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓁𝓎𝒾𝒾𝒹𝒶 ❤︎︎

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tom-whore-dleston · 1 month ago

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Glass Slippers

Pairing: Prince Charming!Loki Laufeyson x Cinderella!f. reader

Word Count:��2.3k

This fic contains: smut, Cinderella AU, strip tease, love bites, face sitting, light praise kink, nipple play, shoe kink, first time

Summary: You just became a princess after marrying Loki. Now that you are celebrating your honeymoon, he strives to tr(eat) you like a queen.

Notes: Believe it or not, this was a 3 year old WIP that I locked in and finally finished. What a way to kick off Kinktober huh?

The dream that you wish will come true.

It definitely came true alright. One moment you were sweeping cinders from under the fireplace and taking orders from your evil stepmother and stepsisters. Then, bippity boppity boo! Your fairy godmother heard your prayers and helped you become a princess with a little bit of magic. You danced the night away with Prince Charming, who you soon learned was named Loki, and were the princess of all of the land within days. For once you were in charge of your own life and you were calling your own shots. You had no idea what to expect as a princess, but you were grateful to have your Prince Charming teach you.

As you ventured to your honeymoon destination, a private island not too far from the kingdom, you talked about your life as the maid for your evil family members. In return, Loki discussed his own story of how he was a prince who learned magic from his mother, Queen Frigga. He showed you all of the magic tricks he had up his sleeves and you found yourself falling even more in love as the seconds flew by.

“So you are like a fairy godmother of some sort?” you inquired full of amusement. Loki laughed, making the fireworks from his hands disappear.

“Yes, my love,” Loki stated, “except I don’t need a wand. All I need is my hands.” He winked suggestively at you and warmth crept from your neck to cheeks. You weren’t sure what exactly he meant but that wink of his made you feel things in your body that you have never felt before.

You and Loki had just arrived at the private island and you were more than eager to explore. You carefully stepped off the boat in your glass slippers while Loki held the back of your dress to prevent snagging. Once your feet reached the ground, you looked back at Loki mischievously and began running towards the entrance of the estate. Loki shook his head and chased after you, catching up to your laughter. You yelped as Loki scooped you up and carried you bridal style into the estate.

“Thought you could run away from me again, Princess?” Loki tutted, reminding you of the night you abandoned him at the ball. “I will always catch you, my sweet.” He set you down so you could admire the interior design. Everything was black and gold with green accents. Just like Loki’s armor. You could easily get lost in the estate if left alone. Suddenly, Loki’s voice brought you back to reality.

“Follow me to the bedroom and I will show you more of my magic.” You reluctantly followed Loki up the staircase, excited to look around the place and also see more of the prince’s magic. You felt like a little guppy in the ocean with all the riches surrounding you.

“Oh my, everything is absolutely beautiful!” you exclaimed behind Loki, trying to keep up with Loki’s long strides, despite your dress and glass slippers. Loki chuckled at your amusement, opening a door at the end of the hallway. Walking in after Loki, you gawked at how gorgeous the bedroom was.

“Well, Princess, enjoy it because it’s all yours too,” Loki added, placing his hands on your bare shoulders. You shivered at the feel of his hands on your skin and your eyes wandered down to his pink lips. Biting your lip, you fought back the temptation to kiss your Prince Charming.

“So, this is where the magic happens?” you awkwardly questioned, unaware of the gears turning in Loki’s head.

“Something like that,” Loki paused to collect his thoughts. “Before I show you more of my magic, I must ask: do you trust me Princess?” You tilted your head in confusion. Of course you trusted him. He was your husband, your beloved Prince Charming, the first person you have trusted in years. Nothing he could possibly do would hurt you; you were safe with him.

“Of course, my Prince, I trust you with my life!” you professed from the bottom of your heart. He grasped your hands and kissed your knuckles lovingly.

“Good,” Loki nodded, “we will be doing more than just magic tonight. If anything makes you uncomfortable, please tell me, okay?” You let out a faint yes before he praised you with words of affirmation and sweet kisses to your painted lips. Loki strutted over to the king sized bed and plopped himself in the middle of it, spreading his legs so you had a generous view of his tight crotch.

“Strip for me, Princess!” Loki commanded seductively, sprawling his arms across the pillows. Your cheeks burned and you bashfully looked down at your glass slippers. You nervously smiled at him before reaching down to take off your shoes. Loki snapped his fingers, causing you to look back up at him, and he shook his head at you.

“Everything except those pretty glass slippers comes off,” Loki added as you apologetically bowed your head towards him. You removed the silk gloves from your hands, and slowly unraveled the bow that tied your wedding dress together. The poofy white dress pooled to your feet, leaving you in only a satin bustier and matching panties. Loki hummed and licked his lips, his eyes burning into your bare skin as if he was trying to see through your lingerie. You have never been this exposed to anyone before, but the way Loki watched you undress for him boosted your confidence and sex appeal.

You stepped out of your dress to give Loki a closer look at your body, making sure to not to get your heels caught on it. You spun around to reveal your ass to him while you unhooked the bustier. As it dropped to the floor with your dress, you bent over to slide your panties off your legs. In the midst of removing the intimate article of clothing, your slit was presented to Loki, making him moan at the sight. You smugly grinned to yourself knowing the effect you had on Loki. You slowly straightened yourself up and turned to face Loki again. He cursed under his breath as your breasts came into his view.

“Very good, my Princess!” Loki applauded, gaining his dominance back. Goosebumps formed on your naked body as he praised you. He noticed the way you shivered at his words and it was his turn to smirk at you. “It appears my praise has an effect on you, yes?”

“I am not used to it,” you admitted.

“No need to worry, Princess. I will shower you with all the praise you deserve.” Loki’s voice was genuine and sweet but still dominant. He signaled you to join him on the bed with one of his long fingers. As if pulled by a magnet, you strutted towards the foot of the bed, glass slippers clicking against the marble floor. Then, you slowly crawled into his firm lap, tensing as your center came in contact with his hardness that was held back by his leather pants.

“Loki,” you innocently called out, “you feel hard. But it feels...good.”

Your new husband chuckled while gently feeling up your body with both hands. “Yes, my love, that’s what your beautiful body does to me.”

With that, your lips collided furiously together. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest firmly against his. Your nipples hardened against his pecs, causing your mouth to fall open against his. This allowed Loki to slip his tongue into your mouth, and you experimentally licked against his tongue. When he responded with a guttural moan, you continued flicking your tongues together, exchanging heat and spit. Even with the amount of past suitors Loki slept with, no one was as receptive and eager to please as you and it made his cock swell.

The dark haired prince pulled away from your pouty lips, trailing his own lips down your jaw to your neck. Chills crept down your body as he left wet kisses on your skin while gripping your hips with his large hands. He searched for your face, causing you to sigh from the abandonment of his touch.

“Let me claim you as mine, darling.” Loki breathed out. “If anything hurts or discomforts you, please stop me.” You slowly nodded with heavy eyelids as he dipped his head back towards your neck. His lips met your collarbone, leaving a soft kiss before sinking his teeth into your skin. As he started sucking, the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain coursed through your veins the same way blood rushed to where Loki’s mouth claimed you as his. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the roots as you ground your hips against his.

When a fresh bruise appeared, Loki whimpered a faint “Princess” before taking ownership of the skin right above your breast. Your head tilted back, giving him more access to that sensitive spot. The more he bit and sucked at you, the more you craved his mouth on other parts of your body too intimate to admit out loud.

Luckily, Loki sensed your secret desire the way his lips attached to your nipple, licking and sucking it like a starved peasant. You assumed it was his magic that caused him to read your mind, or your unmatched chemistry and vulnerability that no magical being could manipulate. Either way, you hoped that it lasted to the end of your honeymoon, and perhaps further into the future.

“Mmmm, Loki!” You whined as Loki gave your other breast the same attention. His hands squeezed you as you ground harder against his lap that ached to be free. Your center grew wetter by the moment, and you hoped that Loki wouldn’t mind the puddle of arousal on his pants. Suddenly, the sound of Loki calling your name pulled you back towards his gaze.

“How do you feel, my bride?”

You smiled blissfully. “Absolutely wonderful!” Loki matched your smile and kissed your lips tenderly.

“I want to try something with you.” You nodded enthusiastically. “When we try this, please do not fear that you will hurt me. I promise there is nothing you can do that will hurt me.”

“Anything for you, my Prince!” You replied confidently. Loki gave you one more peck before sliding his body down the bed.

“Now, Princess, I’m gonna lay down on the bed and my head will be between your legs. All you have to do is sit down on top of my face and let me pleasure you with my mouth. Don’t be afraid of hurting me. As future queen of Asgard, I want you to use my face as the throne you deserve to be worshiped on.”

Your cunt throbbed as he spoke to you and you have never been more excited to be pleased the way Loki described. “Yes, my Prince!”

He smiled, only inches from where you craved him most. “Good girl.” Then, with his hands, he moved you to sit right on top of his face and his tongue darted between your folds. You yelped at the sudden feeling of him licking the arousal that dripped from you. Having Loki licking your pussy was like a candle being lit. Once the flame meets the wick, the candle burns brighter and hotter as the wax melts, eventually succumbing to the heat. And you so badly yearned to succumb to Loki as you melted from his ministrations.

“Ohh, please do not stop, my Prince! It feels so amazing!” This only egged him to lick you with more fervor, occasionally sucking the hidden pearl that you once believed only you could find. Your husband’s moans vibrated against your mound, sending shock waves through the lower half of your body. You lost control of your own body as your hips rocked over his inviting tongue and your hands pushed his head further between your legs. In the midst of your hedonism, you had forgotten that Loki may be struggling to breathe, but the fact he was willing to sacrifice his breath for your pleasure caused you to chase that rapture.

“Loki, I-I feel…something. I don’t know…but, don’t stop what you’re doing! Please!” Desperation was woven in your voice as Loki lapped at your core, his fingertips ghosting the curves of your body. He grabbed the flesh of your ass, pulling you further down on him to vigorously suck your clit. The moment your eyes locked with his below you, that’s when you felt it. The flame scorched your whole being, causing you to melt and drip like the burning candle. Your thighs shook violently against Loki’s ears, depriving him of all his senses against his taste of you. He held you against him, making sure not to miss a single drop of your arousal.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, you climbed off his face, crashing onto the bed and cuddling next to his glistening body. You and Loki shared a moment of silence, aside from the heavy pants for fresh air. Your hands connected lovingly, and then you met each other’s gaze.

“My dear, you taste divine! Not even a winter’s feast can sate the hunger I have for you.” You became flustered at the compliment so dirty yet so sweet. It appeared that same hunger was not satisfied with the way Loki laid you on your back and hovered over you. He left a searing kiss on your tainted lips, leaving you to savor the remains of your release before traveling back south.

“Pardon the gluttony, but I don’t think I can get enough of you, my Princess.” The god lifted your legs to the sky before slightly parting them to rest your ankles on his shoulders. The last thing you saw before he dove back down to your pussy was those shimmering glass slippers framing Loki’s head.

You silently thanked your fairy godmother that the glass slippers fit you.

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fujoshirat · 2 months ago

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Seasons with Shouto (❀´ ˘ `❀) *ੈ✩‧₊˚

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Springs with Shouto are sweet, like the tender caress of his hands. Greeting him at the train station with a soft peck on his cheek and walking to school under a canopy of fresh, pink flowers. The sakura trees sway in the wind while you and him walk hand in hand, the soft yet chilly breeze a remnant of winter. Springs with Shouto include walking through lush tulip fields with every color, picnic dates at the local park, and spending the entire Sunday at Disney Land. Plucking cherry blossom petals from each other’s hair and taking selfies together with Mount Fuji in the distance. A lingering kiss pressed to the back of your hand, voluntarily tying your shoelace, holding your shopping bags.

Springs with Shouto are sweet, just like him.

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Summers with Shouto are sparkly, like bold and beautiful fireworks at the summer festivals. Wearing matching yukatas and dancing with sparklers in each hand. Late-night cramming for tomorrow’s exam–a cool hand resting on your forehead and the other holding a box of strawberry milk. Summers with Shouto include ice cream dates (he’s memorized your order), making silly paintings afterschool underneath the oak tree on campus, and picking strawberries for both of you to eat back at the dorms. Making quick midnight runs to the conbini across the street to buy the last of the cold soba and pudding and peppering his face with kisses. Watching his face erupt into a big, beautiful smile, a smile that is only reserved for you (you don’t know that, though).

Summers with Shouto are sparkly, just like his smile.

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Autumns with Shouto are adorable, like the orange cat that you saw at the park. Wrapping his warm, maroon scarf around your neck gently, scolding you for not bringing one yourself (he’s very happy that you like it and loves that you are wearing it. Besides, he can never stay mad at his angel forever). Holding hands while walking through the colorful maple trees, all adorned in red, orange, and yellow. Baking cookies and teaching him how to make cinnamon rolls while your friends and classmates take pictures of the two of you “hogging” the kitchen. Autumns with Shouto include dressing up as vampires for the Halloween party and leaving a bold, red kiss mark on his cheek with your scarlet lipstick (he likes it, despite all of the teasing). Movie dates in your dorm room, his head tucked in the crook of your neck, his eyes wandering to your focused face as you watch the movie (you catch him staring and think that he is the cutest).

Autumns with Shouto are adorable, just like him.

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Winters with Shouto are warm, like the heat of the fireplace in your home. Not wanting to leave Shouto alone in the dorms, you invited him to come home with you. Freshly made roasted turkey is on the dining table, the smell of kona coffee cake in the oven drifting in the air. Your family is welcoming and jolly: they cleaned the house (a miracle), your siblings didn’t bicker, and most of all, they welcomed Shouto with big smiles and open arms. The living room looks cozy due to the Christmas lights on the tree and the vibrant fire. Your home is cozy and feels like a home. Shouto supposes that this must be what a functional household’s home is like.

But where is his home? For Shouto, home isn’t the building, it isn’t where he grew up, it isn’t where he currently resides in. Home is where he feels love, comfort, joy, peace. Home for Shouto is where he feels warm. Home for Shouto is you.

Winters with Shouto are warm, and Shouto thinks that winters with you are warm, too.

And when you both are feeling extra cold, you’ll sneak upstairs to your childhood bedroom. The smell of nostalgia hits your nose as you turn on the fairy lights to add to the homey atmosphere. The both of you will tuck in close and look out the window, admiring the soft snow falling from the sky. At 00:00 am, he’ll press his lips on yours and quietly whisper:

“Merry Christmas, my love and home.”

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A/N: Hello everyone (◍•ᴗ•◍) Guess who woke up and wanted to write tooth-rotting fluff (I almost bawled my eyes outwriting this <3) I hope you enjoyed this mini work of mine!

News about Strawberry Magic: the epilogue will come out maybe next week if I have the time between school and sports. I would also like to try and organize my tumblr once that is up, so please bear with me (..◜ᴗ◝..) As always, thank you so much for reading my works and I hope that you enjoy them all ^^

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ginxyy · 7 days ago

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Becoming a family (Minghao)

Happy Birthday Baby!

The evening sky is painted in hues of twilight, a gentle blend of lavender and blush that resonates with the fluttering of your heart. Each breath you take feels charged with the kind of anticipation that could ignite fireworks. Outside the window, the world seems blissfully unaware of the whirlwind of emotions coursing through you a secret yet to unfold and a life waiting to begin.

You’ve known Minghao for a while now; your connection blossomed quickly, a flame that ignited with laughter, shared dreams, and whispered secrets. The two of you were caught in the magic of a fleeting romance, those playful days leading to fleeting touches and lingering glances a beautiful melody playing against the backdrop of reality. And now, those innocent moments, those stolen kisses behind the curtains, hold the weight of something infinitely more profound.

Today is his birthday, a day you always wanted to do something special for him. You remember how he always craved the simplest things his fondness for the Earth, those gentle walks under the stars, and his laughter, that beautiful sound which could ease any tension in your heart. But now, the stakes are higher; you carry a secret deep within, one that could change everything. The flutter in your belly and the weight in your heart remind you of what’s coming.

As you prepare for the evening, you sprinkle a touch of fairy dust over the mundane motions. You fill the room with sparkling lights and the scent of his favorite jasmine and sandalwood candles. The cake, adorned with colorful frosting and candles, stands proudly in the center of the room. But it’s the small, wrapped gift resting beside it that contains the truth your truth, your baby’s truth, and its connection to him.

When the door finally opens, your heart races. He steps inside, cheeks flushed from the chilly air, eyes sparkling with a mixture of curiosity and joy as they land on the transformed space. “Wow,” Minghao breathes, his smile brightening the dimly lit room. “You did all this for me?”

“Happy birthday, Minghao!” you exclaim, your voice laced with warmth that mirrors his gaze. The atmosphere is electric, filled with the harmony of memories shared and a future yet to be written.

He moves closer, taking in every detail the fairy lights dancing above like suspended constellations, the aroma of your homemade goodies, the cake. Slowly, he wraps you in his arms. His embrace is gentle yet firm, the kind that makes you feel cherished and safe. “You’ve made this the most magical birthday,” he whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

As he pulls away, your stomach knots. The moment has arrived, your heart clamoring for honesty as you reach for the gift. “There’s one more thing I want to give you,” you say, your fingers trembling as you hand him the small box.

With furrowed brows, he takes it, curiosity glinting in his eyes. The anticipation hangs like mist in the air as he shakes the box lightly before tearing off the wrapping. Inside, a small ultrasound picture smiles up at him, an image revealing the tiny beginnings of life. The room seems to hold its breath as he examines it, his expression shifting from confusion to an overwhelming surge of emotions.

“Minghao…” you start, your voice breaking slightly as he processes the news. “We’re having a baby.”

For a moment, time stands still; the delicate sound of his breath is the only thing breaking the silence. His eyes widen, and then the sweetest smile blooms on his face, radiating a warmth that envelops you. “A baby?” he echoes, each word filled with wonder. "Really?"

You nod, tears welling in your eyes at the intensity of the moment. The air is thick, and suddenly, you’re both caught in a whirlwind of emotion. fear, joy, anxiety, love, all swirling together like a dance between two souls so perfectly intertwined.

“Wow,” he repeats, the word a whisper that teeters on the edge of disbelief. “I… I don’t even know what to say.” It’s a beautiful struggle, watching him reconcile the reality of fatherhood with his current life, but you’re taken by the depth of his emotion, the beauty in his heart.

He pulls you into another embrace, this one stronger, filled with promises and excitement. “This is incredible. I can’t believe we’re going to be parents.” His voice trembles, raw and sincere, as he pulls back slightly to gaze into your eyes. “You’re going to be amazing, and… I’ll do everything I can to support you and our baby.”

His heartfelt words settle in your soul, igniting warmth like the first rays of dawn breaking through the dark. With every declaration he makes, with every trace of his sincere sweetness, the fear you once held begins to dissipate, replaced by burgeoning hope.

“I never thought I’d be so lucky,” Minghao continues, his fingers brushing your hand with affectionate certainty. “I’ve always wanted a family, and to share this experience with you ”

His voice falters, heavy with emotion. “It feels perfect.” The sincerity in his eyes pulls you in closer, wrapping around you in an unexpected intimacy that deepens your connection. You see his dreams reflected within you, the future stretching out like a golden horizon.

“I know this is overwhelming,” you manage to say, your voice soft, “but we’re in this together.”

“Together,” he affirms, yet another soft smile gracing his lips, tender and filled with possibilities. In that moment, the concerns that lingered at the back of your mind fade into mere whispers. The future may still be uncertain, but with him beside you, you feel the courage to face the unknown.

The night unfolds like a beautiful story, the cake, the laughter, and the tender conversations with mingled dreams and laughter. You share your hopes for the future, what kind of parents you both want to be, and how you plan to cherish every moment, each heartbeat of the tiny life that will soon join your world.

The next morning, the first rays of dawn slip into the room, casting a warm glow over Minghao’s sleeping form beside you. The events of the night still feel like a dream a beautiful, fragile dream held between whispered promises and hopeful gazes. A gentle smile tugs at your lips as you place a hand on your belly, a soft sense of wonder filling you at the thought of the tiny life within.

As the day unfolds, Minghao can’t contain his excitement, insisting that today is the day you tell his bandmates. “They’ll want to know right away,” he grins, his eyes sparkling with the same joy that colored last night’s conversation. And so, you agree, bracing yourself for the barrage of reactions you know his friends will have.

In the afternoon, you find yourselves at the practice studio, where the rest of his bandmates are laughing and rehearsing. Minghao catches their attention with a wave and a subtle grin that suggests he’s hiding something big. You hold his hand tightly, taking a deep breath as everyone turns, eyebrows raised, curious about the interruption.

“Hey, everyone!” Minghao begins, his tone laced with excitement. “We… well, we have some pretty big news to share with you guys.”

The room goes quiet as they exchange glances, leaning in with an eager anticipation that’s almost comical. One of them, Seungkwan, crosses his arms with a smirk, eyes narrowing playfully. “Alright, what is it? Did you two finally decide to adopt a pet?” he jokes, glancing at you with a wink.

No, no this is way bigger than that,” Minghao says, barely able to contain his excitement.

There’s a pause as everyone waits, their curiosity practically tangible. With a smile, you reach into your bag, pull out the ultrasound photo, and hold it up for them to see. For a moment, they all stare, blinking as they process the image. And then, like a dam breaking, the room erupts in shouts and cheers.

“You’re pregnant?!” Hoshi practically yells, his face split into the widest grin you’ve ever seen.

“Whoa, this is incredible!” Jeonghan exclaims, his eyes glimmering with pride as he steps forward to give you a gentle hug, careful not to squeeze too tightly. “We’re going to be uncles!”

As they all gather around, pouring out congratulations and questions, Seungkwan holds a hand to his chest in mock horror. “Oh no, does this mean we all have to… grow up?” he jokes, before giving Minghao a heartfelt pat on the back. “Congrats, man. You’re going to be an amazing dad.”

There’s a mixture of love and playful banter as they each take turns asking questions and offering advice some useful, some questionable. “I heard playing classical music to the baby makes them smarter,” Jun says, nodding with an exaggerated air of seriousness. “Mozart, Beethoven. I’ll make you a playlist.”

“We’ll play it during rehearsals,” Seungkwan jokes. “So, not only will the baby be super smart, but they’ll know every song we ever sang. Imagine, our littlest fan, right from the womb!”

The guys are all practically beaming with excitement, showering you with attention. They insist you sit down, despite you assuring them you’re perfectly fine. Hoshi even runs off to get you water, while the others start brainstorming names for the baby, debating what it should call them Uncle, Godfather, Coolest Friend. Minghao can’t help but laugh as they argue over who’ll be the best role model.

From that day on, the band takes their “uncle” duties very seriously. During every visit to the studio, someone is always watching over you. If you so much as pick up something from the floor, three of them rush over with cries of, “No, no, no! Let me get that!” There are always snacks on hand, sometimes bizarre combinations that they claim are “perfect for the baby’s development.” One day, Hoshi shows up with an enormous stack of baby books, insisting you read them “to make sure Minghao learns how to change a diaper.”

When rehearsals get intense, they start creating rotations for “baby breaks” so you’re never alone or uncomfortable. And anytime someone catches Minghao doing something even remotely risky jumping too high, spinning too quickly they immediately reprimand him, shouting things like, “No injuries allowed! You have a baby to think about now!”

One evening after rehearsal, Seungkwan hands you a small, handmade bracelet adorned with tiny beads spelling out “Future Superstar.” “For luck,” he says with a wink. “So the baby can start their career early.”

The protectiveness only grows when Minghao suggests a casual hike for fresh air. He’s barely mentioned it when everyone else steps in, horrified. “A hike? What if she trips?” Jun exclaims, his expression serious. “We’ll all go. Safety in numbers.” And sure enough, the entire band ends up tagging along, turning your peaceful outing into a lively caravan of overprotective “uncles” who won’t let you so much as look at a rock without ten pairs of eyes assessing it for danger.

With each passing day, you realize just how deeply loved your little family already is. Every smile, every protective gesture, and every playful joke only strengthens the connection you all share. Even the tiniest of gestures like Jeonghan singing a soft lullaby or Dino whispering to your belly as if the baby can already hear him reveal the unbreakable bond that’s blossoming within this close-knit family.

One night, as you and Minghao sit in the living room, reminiscing over the past few weeks, he squeezes your hand. “I never imagined it would be like this,” he says, his eyes warm with gratitude. “Not just us, but… everyone. It feels like we’re all one family.”

“Your friends are wonderful,” you say, smiling at the thought of each of them.

As if on cue, your phone pings with a message from Seungkwan: Just checking in to make sure you’re both comfy. Let me know if you need ANYTHING. Like a midnight snack? Maybe a baby lullaby playlist?

You laugh, showing Minghao the message, and the two of you share a warm glance. It’s then that you realize that this journey is filled not only with love but with laughter, support, and an overwhelming sense of belonging. Minghao’s hand rests gently on your belly, and as the two of you sit together, wrapped in the magic of this moment, you know that you and your baby are truly blessed.

As the months roll by, the anticipation builds, filling each day with new moments and memories. And though there may be challenges and surprises ahead, you know that, surrounded by the love of this beautiful, crazy, wonderful family, you can face anything.

It’s a sunny afternoon, and you’re wandering through the aisles of the grocery store, ticking off items for your dinner plans. Though you’re nearing the last weeks of your pregnancy, you feel unusually calm, content with the gentle fluttering of your little one who seems to enjoy all the sights and sounds of the bustling store. You grab a box of Minghao’s favorite tea, smiling as you imagine his face lighting up later when he sees it.

Then suddenly a strange pressure builds low in your belly, followed by a warm, spreading ache. You pause, your hand instinctively reaching for the edge of the shelf as a realization hits you: the baby is on its way. A small, sharp gasp escapes you as another wave of pressure rolls through, catching the attention of an older lady nearby.

“Oh, honey, are you alright?” she asks, peering at you with a look of motherly concern.

You offer a shaky smile. “I think… I think my baby’s coming.”

The woman’s eyes widen. “Oh, my stars!” she cries, springing into action. She quickly flags down an employee, who appears equally wide-eyed and panicked, stammering something about calling an ambulance. You’re still trying to catch your breath, your phone clutched tightly in your hand, your thoughts racing. Should you call Minghao? But before you can even process, the paramedics arrive, and you’re whisked off to the hospital.

At the hospital, things are moving quickly. Nurses guide you into a cozy birthing suite, offering calming words as they hook you up to monitors. The realization that you’re here alone hits you suddenly, and you manage to tell one of the nurses, “Could you please call my partner, Minghao Xu? He needs to be here.”

She nods and reassures you, quickly making the call. Meanwhile, you focus on your breathing, trying to keep yourself calm despite the growing intensity of each contraction.

Across town, Minghao is sitting in the studio with his bandmates when his phone rings. He answers with a casual “Hello?” but when he hears the nurse’s words, he practically jumps out of his seat, sending the chair skidding behind him.

“Wait, she’s in labor?!” he exclaims, his voice filled with a mix of shock, excitement, and pure panic.

The other guys, picking up on his alarm, immediately surround him, their faces mirroring his confusion. “What’s going on?” Seungkwan asks, eyes wide.

“It’s happening! She’s in the hospital she’s having the baby!” Minghao stammers, his voice high with nervous excitement. He barely has time to think before Seungkwan grabs his arm and shouts, “What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

In a flurry of chaos, they pile into the nearest car, Hoshi insisting on driving. Though, in his panic, he floors the accelerator and nearly takes off without half the group, prompting Dino to shriek, “Are we trying to get to the hospital or to the afterlife?”

The entire drive is filled with frenzied chatter. Minghao’s knee bounces nervously, while Jeonghan rubs his back, murmuring reassurances. Meanwhile, Seungkwan, despite his excitement, is busy reminding Hoshi every five seconds not to “get us arrested on the way there.”

After what feels like an eternity (but is actually only ten minutes of dangerously fast driving), they finally screech into the hospital parking lot. They burst through the entrance as one loud, jumbled mess, a panicked gaggle of young men demanding directions to your room.

The poor receptionist, wide-eyed at the sight of them, points them toward the maternity wing, and they charge down the hallway with a mix of excitement, anxiety, and outright terror painted across their faces.

In the birthing suite, you’re breathing through another contraction when the door flies open, and in tumble Minghao and the rest of the crew, looking like they just ran a marathon.

“Babe!” Minghao exclaims, rushing to your side, his eyes filled with concern and love. “I’m here I’m so sorry! I wasn’t there, and I should’ve been there, but I’m here now!”

Despite the situation, you manage a small laugh at his frantic words, reaching out to take his hand. “You’re here, and that’s all that matters.”

Seungkwan steps closer, patting you gently on the shoulder. “You’re doing great!” he says, looking a little green around the gills, as if he’s not sure whether he might faint at any second. “And don’t worry we’ll all be right here, supporting you… from a safe distance,” he adds with a sheepish grin.

Jeonghan, sensing that the tension could use a touch of humor, puts a hand on Minghao’s shoulder. “Well, I always said our family was growing, didn’t I? But I didn’t expect it to grow this soon.”

The nurses kindly offer the others chairs, while Minghao holds your hand, his thumb brushing comforting circles over your knuckles. Each time you grimace, he whispers gentle reassurances, his voice a steady anchor in the whirlwind of the moment. The other guys, meanwhile, alternate between whispering encouragement and exchanging bewildered glances, their expressions torn between awe and mild horror.

Then, a particularly strong contraction hits, and without thinking, you squeeze Minghao’s hand hard. He winces but doesn’t let go, gritting his teeth with a whispered, “Wow, you’ve got… an amazing grip!”

Just then, Hoshi, who’s been watching with a mix of fascination and trepidation, leans over to Seungkwan and mutters, “Should we… should we, like, cheer her on or something? Isn’t that what people do?”

Seungkwan gives him a side-eye. “She’s having a baby, not running a marathon, Hoshi. Let’s just stay out of the way and not make it worse.”

But despite his words, you can’t help but notice how they keep sneaking closer, offering support in their own endearingly awkward ways. Jun shyly offers you water every five minutes, while Dino, looking terrified but determined, offers his scarf, saying, “You can hold onto it if you need to… y’know, if Minghao needs a break.”

Minghao just laughs, his expression softened with gratitude as he shakes his head. “I think I’ll be okay,” he says, holding your hand tighter. “But thanks.”

As the hours pass, they all settle into their roles, whether it’s Seungkwan keeping you entertained with funny stories from the tour, Hoshi’s attempts at singing soft lullabies, or Jeonghan reassuring Minghao that “no one ever really knows what they’re doing in parenthood, and that’s okay.”

Finally, as the doctor announces that it’s time, the group exchanges anxious but excited glances, each of them whispering words of encouragement to Minghao and, of course, to you. The tension rises, the anticipation nearly palpable. They step back, some of them covering their eyes or peeking through their fingers, each one practically holding their breath.

And then, after a whirlwind of effort and a surge of emotion, you hear the first cries of your little one filling the room. Minghao’s eyes widen, tears glistening as he takes in the sight of your newborn. “We did it,” he whispers, voice thick with emotion. “You did it.”

The others, not far behind, are wiping away their own tears, though Seungkwan tries to hide his by pretending he has something in his eye. “That’s our baby,” he murmurs, his voice breaking just a little. “I mean, your baby, of course, but… you know what I mean.”

One by one, they come closer, peering at the tiny bundle in your arms with a mixture of awe and pure joy. Each of them offers a quiet congratulations, their gazes filled with love and a hint of wonder.

“Well,” Jeonghan says, leaning in close with a grin, “I guess this little one’s going to have some very dedicated uncles.”

The room erupts in gentle laughter, the atmosphere charged with love, warmth, and a shared sense of joy. Minghao presses a soft kiss to your forehead, his hand resting tenderly over yours as he murmurs, “Thank you for everything. You’re… amazing.”

And as the night draws to a close, with everyone huddled around, you realize that your little one has entered the world surrounded by an incredible family a family filled with love, laughter, and a whole lot of protectiveness.

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peachsukii · 5 months ago

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₊✩‧₊ ⎯ your favorite demon slayer takes you to a carnival!

『 ♡ various demon slayer x reader 』

content ; modern au (no demon slaying lol), college age, fluff to the max Happy Sunday, loves! I'm burnt to a crisp after working at the faire today, but wanted to share this sweet little thought on my mind.

The sun sets over the horizon, a beautiful mixture of pastel hues painted across the sky as the gentle breeze offers relief from the humidity lingering in the air. Soon enough, the sounds of the carnival begin to fill the air - children's laughter, buzzers and music, and the mechanical whir of the rides.

Tanjiro

Tanjiro walks with you, hand in hand, throughout the entirety of the carnival, taking notice how your eyes land on a specific stuffed animal at one of the game stands each time you passed the stall. Once you've gotten your first snack of the night, he gently leads you back to said stall to play together. It's one of those water shooting games - whoever can get their target to the top first is the winner! He pays for the two of you before you get the chance to pull out your wallet. And when Tanjiro wins, he's all laughs and smiles as he asks for the plush from the attendant, gleaming with joy when your face lights up with excitement. It's just one more to add to the pile back home, but seeing you smile makes it all worth it - he'd win you every single one if it meant seeing you this way.

Giyu

When Giyu suggested going to the local carnival for your date night, you were taken aback that he'd want to go in the first place - he's not one for crowds and noise. He assures you that he wants to step out of his comfort zone, and you'll be with him, so he has nothing to worry about. When you get there, you can't help but notice how much his eyes glitter under the various fairy lights and neon signs of the rides, in awe of every little thing around him. It's the cutest thing, spaced out while taking in the moment. Giyu insists on buying you a funnel cake - how can you go to a carnival without eating one? And when he tells you he's never had any, you share it with him while watching the fireworks show at the end of the night, snuggled up on a blanket beneath the spectacle of lights.

Tengen

You knew better than most people that Tengen was ecstatic during this time of year - flashy celebrations are in his blood, how could he not get excited for carnival season? He plans a date night for the two of you as soon as he knows the date for the carnival in his hometown. As the sun sets, he takes you around his hometown, telling story after story of his life before college and how he 'fell off that swing set at nine!' or 'I used to swim in that creek over there with friends!' It's endearing how he talks about it all like it was yesterday, or that you were there with him. Once you finally get to the carnival, Tengen wants to introduce you to every single person that he knows - old friends from school, his family, and old bosses when he worked here as a teen. They spoil you with affection, offering free tickets and snacks wherever you went. What he didn't tell you is that the firework show is organized by his family - he pulled some strings to be sure your favorite colors were used and that you had the perfect place to lay in the grass to see it.

Sanemi

The moment Sanemi steps foot onto the carnival grounds, he's booking it over to the ticket booth, loading up on the currency to jump on as many rides as possible. You've told him plenty of times that carnival rides are super reckless and will leave you sore, but he didn't care - that only added to his excitement. The thrill of it being dangerous in any circumstance made it that much more desirable for him. He drags you on to each one with him, too - the makeshift wooden rollercoaster, tilt-a-whirl, ferris wheel, bumper cars, and mirror maze...multiple times a piece. Once Sanemi can tell you're worn out, he buys you all the food you want as a 'thanks' for spending time with him. You both plow through hot dogs, ice cream, lemonade, pretzels, and of course, cotton candy to refuel. He knows you're not much of a thrill seeker, but it means the world to him (and he'd never tell you) that you go along with it all, open to trying any and everything by his side.

Genya

The thing Genya's most excited about is carnival games! He loves to show off his skills and win you every single prize under the sun - little trophies to signify how much he adores you. When you arrive, he immediately makes a mental list of which games he'd like to play, in what order, and how many tries it'll take to win you the biggest things available. His favorites are dart games and anything to do with shooting - he's an excellent marksmen from being on the archery team at his college, and can't help but show off for you whenever he gets the chance. You're his biggest cheerleader, always hyping him up before a competition, and now with these silly games. By the end of the night, both Genya's and your arms are full of prizes - everything from stuffed animals to small trinkets. The way your smile sparkles under the lights of the carnival is more than worth it to him to show you just how much he cares.

『 #reis softie sundays 』

#reis softie sundays #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #tanjiro x reader #giyu x reader #sanemi x reader #genya x reader #tengen x reader #tanjiro kamado #giyuu tomioka #sanemi shinazugawa #tengen uzui #genya shinazugawa

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ooffmlsorry · 1 year ago

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One Piece Men Take You on a Nice Vacation

A/N: Well I did a poll and y'all definitely wanted this! Let's be serious so did I. I so desperately wanna go on vacation and leave my cares behind for a week. Alas, my imagination is all I've got 😔

Characters: Monster trio, Law, Koby

ZORO

Vacation? Did you forget who your boyfriend is? Zoro is the epitome of "No days off 😤"

I think what's more likely is y'all ended up getting lost together and it turns into an impromptu vacation

But that doesn't mean it isn't nice to essentially go camping together

You're incredibly lucky, there's a nice waterfall and river, the weather stays beautiful and the nights are crisp and clear

Once you convince him it's better to stay put and wait for the others to finally find you, it becomes a really relax retreat

Zoro still insisting on training, but that's a given. You probably train with him sometimes since you're dating, but otherwise it's the longest uninterrupted peace you've had since joining the crew

Just imagine sitting together with your feet in the cool river water, fishing in comfortable silence. The two of you wade in the stream together and splash each other, cook what you caught, cuddle around the campfire, and look up at the stars at night just talking

The privacy is perfect because it allows you two connect without worrying about any of the your crew mates

Zoro's even admittedly a little surprised by how much he enjoys being alone with you (it definitely gives him thoughts about what your future together could look like)

It's something the two of you look back on incredibly fondly, and if you happen to get lost on an island again...maybe for once Zoro did it intentionally

SANJI

This man is so serious about taking you a vacation, it's the time of your life

He's such a mom though lol. He cooks a shit ton before he leaves with you so the crew can reheat it and still have nutritious meals while their cook is away

He owes Nami so much berri, but since it's for a romantic vacation with you, the interest isn't too bad 🤭

I'd imagine it's somewhere with lots to do and lots to see like Gran Tesoro or Sabaody (*ignoring how fucked they are in context of the story, I just mean a place like that)

Unlike something impromptu accidental like Zoro's, he's planned out everything. A spa day, mani/pedi, sightseeing, shopping, really nice dinners.

You dance around together in your hotel and watch the fireworks and the city lights at night. Not to mention Sanji looks extremely handsome in the glow of it.

He absolutely spoils you! All in the name of how much he appreciates and loves you

And for what it's worth you don't let him forget how much it means to you...whenever you're not utterly speechless. It's more like the two of you spoil each other lol

The two of you have a lot of fun together, living in your own rose-colored world

As much as this is about you, you Sanji sometimes wishes he lived in a fairy tale world and this is it. It's just the breather you both need.

LUFFY

You kind of have to explain to him what a vacation is at first because he thinks you're just asking about going on an adventure with him🤭

Once he does understand the concept, he's pretty gung ho about it! Well, the "relaxing" part of a vacation sounds kind of dull to him but going somewhere just the two of you sounds awesome!

He kind of just springs it on you. You mentioned it once in passing and then a week later you're on a random island together and the Sunny is sailing off to pick you guys up in a week

It's not really a vacation spot, it's just a normal island he's never been to before (because he still doesn't quite understand the difference between a vacation and an adventure) but it's nice. It's somewhat reminiscent of Loguetown or Mock Town

You still have a great time with it's charm and the fact that there's little to no Marines around means you get peace in that aspect

That's the only kind of peace you get though lol

The two of you go all over the place, trying different food, poking around the jungle and in shops, and possibly getting into a little bit of trouble

Every night the two of you crash and sleep in as much as you want, wake up whenever you want and eat as much and whenever you want

It's kind of like a long sleepover with no parents around to keep you in line

As fun as it is you'll probably start to miss the routine of living as a Straw Hat and Luffy's itching to get back to the open seas!

LAW

Law pales at the thought of a vacation, but he's not above it for the people he loves

It's absolutely not his idea though...He was trying to think of something nice for your birthday and the crew told him how stressed you've been lately (plus have seen him? He needs a damn break and they also want him to relax)

He has everything planned down to the minute. When you're going, where you're going, what you're doing, when you'll be back. This man has a whole goddamn itinerary prepared tailored to your wants.

I feel like you guys would go to a place reminiscent of Dressrosa or Water 7 (*again ignoring the in-story horrors lol), something with really beautiful architecture and lots of history.

That plan turns more into more like a rough guideline no he's not upset about it look away but it's okay because you both needed the rest and a little less rigidity does Law some good

It's okay to stumble into a bookstore and get lunch two hours later than you planned, you swear

You two mostly avoid the tourist traps, except the historical ones because they're pretty cool and you learn a lot. Walking down the streets, hand in hand (yes, you get Law to hold you hand in public, it's the small wins okay?)

He can't stop working entirely, but that gives you time to do a little exploring on your own...not to mention you're completely surprised by how he pulls you into his lap as soon as you return

Being alone together makes him realize how important you are to him. There's not nearly as much crowding his mind when he's on vacation and all that free space up there is filled with his love for you

He's also kind of surprised how much he likes you outside of the Heart Pirate's rigid routine. Seeing you dressed up and not prepared for the sea, but rather a nice dinner, is a shock to his system. The fact that you're pretty much two normal people and nothing is falling apart surprises him. Maybe, he thinks, the two of you should do this more often

KOBY

A/N: Koby is literally my baby boy, cuppy-cake, sugar plum, pumpkin. He's so precious. Just a perfect lil guy 🥹💞 if Law is my husband, then Koby is my son

Oh lord, he's sweating lol

You? Wanna go on vacation with him? Alone? He's so flustered! Such a big step!

But he's really happy and super excited!! He definitely has a little countdown going on on his calendar

I could definitely see you guys having a beach type vacation, somewhere with a pier/boardwalk with all kinds of games and maybe a few cheap rides too

He'd absolutely win you a prize, and even better if you beat him and win him a prize

The photo booth pictures you end up taking are so cute and he keeps them forever

You hang out on the beach and build a massive sand castle, y'all probably get a terrible sunburn or at least Koby does 🤭

And at night you take nice long walks, listening to waves and collecting shells that catch your attention

The vacation is good for you, but it's also good for him to be out of the Marine environment for a minute

He gets to enjoy the results of all of his hard work and it makes him incredibly grateful that you're by his side, and when he tells you as such it's a long stuttering speech but he makes it through

Don't be surprised that he's awake at least 2-3 hours before you but that just means he gets time to think about what you're gonna do and be completely captivated as you sleep beside him

Those photo booth pictures? He keeps them in his jacket now. Whenever he gets overwhelmed or feels homesick he'll either look at them or pat his pocket to remind himself of those moments with you

#one piece #one piece x you #law x reader #one piece x reader #one piece x reader headcanon #sanji x reader #zoro x reader #law x y/n #luffy x reader #koby one piece #koby x reader

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ghostgirl-22 · 4 days ago

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Thinking about steamy makeout and foreplay between art and patrick and arts begging for patricks fingers inside him

Just imagining his wet lips, flushed face ... 🤤

Yummy yum yum! You’re a genius nonnie 🫠

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Patrick can hear the sounds of his brother’s wedding reception going strong from the backyard tent. It’s some yards from the boat house he’s tumbled into with Art.

The place is only lit up because of the fairy lights, his sisters doing, though Patrick never wants to think about who they’ve been in here with. But the way they reflect off the water and make everything glow, these images will likely haunt his memory forever.

He knows he’s gotta be back by the time they set off fireworks… but right now he’s got his best friend sitting in a little row boat and they’re kissing drunk and heavy petting. No, not petting, Art’s riding.

“No, ‘m not doing that,” Patrick whispers again. This is insane, enough to make him feel crazy.

Art’s lips are kiss swollen and wet, so fucking wet. He’s staring at Patrick with puppy dog eyes, pupils dilated, flushed from all the kissing and champagne. The weight of his body on Patrick’s lap, settled right on his cock. Every movement he makes bringing Patrick closer to the brink.

“Oh come on. Why not?” Art asks, he bites his lip grinning, “Have you never done it before?” His tone, his voice is setting Patrick’s teeth on edge. “Have I really found the thing you’ve never done before?” He teases.

“God, fuck off,” Patrick whispers.

Art pouts but only for a minute before he’s rocking his hips again, gently grinding. He’s so pretty, still dressed up in his waistcoat and dress slacks but Patrick knows he can feel it all. “Please,” he whispers taking hold of Patrick’s hand… he brings it to his lips and sucks Patrick’s ring and middle finger slowly into his pretty little mouth. Insane.

Patrick holds his breath. He’s crazy enough to slide his fingers back and forth, in and out, just to watch Art suck. Art’s keeping eye contact. He wants this bad.

Patrick’s mouth goes dry. His heart thrums like a hammer against his chest, he’s taking ragged breaths and Art keeps going. Keeps going till he’s practically drooling on his fingers, slobbering all over them like it’s too much when Patrick knows he can take so… much… more. Patrick scissors them around watching him adjust to accommodate for it, listening to him hum and moan eagerly as his tongue moves every which way and spit starts to dripdrop from his too pink lips. Patrick pushes them further down his throat and he starts coughing, gagging, licking his lips again. Patrick’s throbbing so hard he thinks his cock might spontaneously combust.

Art just leans back smiling. “They should be wet enough, right? You can put them in me?”

“Art,” Patrick closes his eyes because he’s at the point where he can’t think and watch him at the same time. “If I put my fingers in you, I won’t… I won’t be able to…” he trails off and opens his eyes again. Art’s watching him. Looking just like his name.

He tilts his head, tongue on the tip of his teeth, hair in his eyes. “You really don’t want to finger fuck me?”

Patrick laughs, he has no choice, he just looks down at his lap, at Art’s thighs resting on his and chuckles because Jesus Christ. “No I don’t want to finger fuck you. I want to fuck you, fuck you.” He looks up at Art again and Art looks back, amused. Fucking brat. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“But… don’t you have to start somewhere?”

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So sorry nonnie, I feel like you wanted submissive Art, but I still somehow gave him all the power. That’s my bad!! He just runs Patrick in my head.

#challengers #challengers 2024 #art donaldson #patrick zweig #art x patrick #artrick #anon ask #anon fic

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dateko · 1 year ago

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˚｡⋆ OUR SUMMER HOLIDAY | GOJO SATORU

summary: a slice of a lazy summer afternoon with you, gojo, and two little cursed spirits...

Having Satoru cling to you in the unforgiving summer heat is pure torture. Yet you don’t make an effort to move because there is an occasional refreshing breeze that flies by, and really, you just very much enjoy the feeling of his weight on top of you. The cicadas in the trees buzz and hiss in the distance, and Satoru hums a made-up tune, his cheek sticking to your chest like glue. The two of you stay in that position for a while, loving in silence and enjoying the afternoon, resting in the hammock.

“You’re being awfully quiet.” You muse, letting your fingers run wild through his hair. He sighs at the feeling, adjusting himself up to slot his face into the crook of your neck.

“Megumi’s not here, so I can’t bug him,” He mumbles, voice carrying a slight drawl. “Speaking of bugs, he’s probably infesting the house with them by now.”

Before school was to start again, Megumi and Tsumiki had begged their blue-eyed guardian and you for a short summer holiday. A day or two before I go back to “jail,” as the first grader called it. Knowing Satoru couldn’t say no to his two children and you not having a single mean bone in your body, the four of you set out on a road trip to one of the Gojo Clan’s vacation homes. Far from the busy city and near the roaring ocean, the house you’d all be staying in for a few days was just perfect.

Compared to your cramped and comfortable apartment back in Tokyo, the temporary home had enough space for Megumi’s demon dogs to run around and a kitchen so big it completed your happy little heart. It was a lovely weekend getaway where the kids ran around catching bugs and picking flowers, spending sunset afternoons walking along the shore and lighting fireworks at night. Satoru was certainly ecstatic, having convinced Yaga to rid him of any missions for the weekend.

“Popsicles!” Tsumiki’s voice sings as she slides open the door and steps out onto the engawa. Dressed in a white frilly sundress with embroidered strawberries, she carries around a small basket with frozen treats. Megumi trails behind with a mischievous grin, holding what looks like a stag beetle in a mason jar. They’ve certainly been busy today, unlike you and your lazy lover.

“Mm, just what I needed!” You smile, kissing Satoru’s temple sweetly, urging him to grab you one to share. To this, he pouts with a whine, unwilling to leave his cozy spot against your chest and tangling himself in the embrace of your arms. However, the strongest for you is obedient, complete putty in your presence, who dutifully complies.

Tsumiki’s smile reaches her ears as she hands him a popsicle, and Satoru pats the top of her head as he thanks her. “Gojo, wait!” The little one calls, digging around her basket. “I have one more thing.”

Satoru raises a quizzical brow and turns to you, who shrugs, leaving your trusty hammock to reach over and grab the treat in his hands. His daughter beams up at him with a playful smile, tugging on his arm to bring him down to her height. “I made you a present!” She says proudly, revealing a carefully crafted crown made of dandelions in her hands. Satoru’s eyes widen at the gift, cheeks slightly shy as he nods, letting little hands place it carefully atop his snowy locks. He can’t seem to stop smiling today. It feels good to be loved.

“How do I look?” He stands, striking a few poses that cause a few giggles and hoots. “Should I do a twirl?”

“You look stupid.” Megumi answers flatly from his spot on the engawa, a bored expression on his face. Tsumiki scolds her younger brother before adamantly declaring that their guardian, indeed, looks like a fairy princess.

Your boyfriend looks at you with a defeated expression, blue eyes with long batting lashes asking you to vouch for him. “Did you hear that? Megumi’s being mean,” His arms pull you into his broad chest, hands rubbing your shoulders. “You don’t think I look stupid, too, do you?”

Shaking your head, you flash a smile and finish your popsicle with a pop. “You’re certainly the prettiest princess I’ve ever seen.”

Satoru pulls you closer and coos at your response, dipping his head down to rub his nose against yours before placing a giant kiss on your lips. The children behind you groan in disgust at the sight. You can’t help but shudder at the feeling of Satoru sweeping his tongue across your bottom lip, giggling against you as he listens to Tsumiki telling Megumi to close his eyes. It’s sticky and sweet, even in the heat. The sorcerer pulls back with a smirk, his hands on your hips, squeezing you playfully. “Mmm, strawberry. My favorite.”

You roll your eyes and pinch his cheek. “You’re such a handful, ‘Toru.”

“Can we go to the beach again?” Tsumiki pips. “I wanna pick seashells!”

“That sounds like a great idea!” Satoru replies excitedly, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You playfully push his annoyingly handsome face away from you, stopping him from making those lovesick, kissy faces and ogling eyes. “Sorry, but no. We went yesterday, and plus, Satoru won’t stop being annoying about it.”

“Hey! What’s wrong with wanting to see you in a swimsuit? You act like I’ve never seen you n-”

“Okay! We can go!” You clap, embarrassed, and march back into the house, where the resting demon dogs wait for you. “Kids! Grab the picnic blanket!”

Left on his own devices and already missing you by his side, Satoru giggles as he watches you pack up with Tsumiki in the kitchen. It’s a sight he wishes he could keep forever. He wishes for more days like this one. One where the kids can continue enjoying their youth, without a care in the world. And he knows that you feel the same.

You’ve always been so loving and supportive with the kids, from the moment he showed up at your front door with two pairs of wide and innocent eyes. It’s not every day that the four of you could act as a family and not sorcerers fighting to protect humanity. Satoru realizes this is something he wants to protect for a long, long time.

“What are you giggling at? It’s creepy…” Megumi says, a faint smile ghosting his lips.

“Oh, nothing…”

note: this was... a very fruitless fic... i'm sorry... i really do not want to go back to school and also it's very hot outside so i birthed this... also i might continue writing the beach moment but really i apologize for the lack of actual real and raw writing i usually do i am... Unwell and forgot what it was like to write!!!

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo fluff #this is not proof read pls read at your own risk i simply wrote this in one sitting and HIT POST #WE LOVE YOU GOJO SATORU [crowd roars] my pretty princess yeah yeah yeah #jjk

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