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witchywcmans · 11 months ago

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TOO SWEET. | LAIOS TOUDEN

synopsis ━━ after accepting his new title, your moments alone with laios start to become a rarity. it was hard for him to find time, making him long for the days in the dungeon with you. and now, the kisses between you two were quick and desperate, until one night...when a very tired laios just can't seem to ignore you. (laios x f!reader.)

content warnings ━━ cunnilingus + fingering, praise, size kink, reader on top, unprotected sex, creampie, cum eating, yearning + sexual tension, laios and reader haven't boinked in a bit, monster facts as dirty talk ofc, confession, mentions of dubious consent in 5th paragraph (from when the winged lion switched into laios's body). nsfw (minors + ageless blogs dni).

word count ━━ 5.4k

song inspiration ━━ howl, florence + the machine / oil & water, pvris / love story, taylor swift

author's note ━━ THIS ONE-SHOT CONTAINS MANGA SPOILERS FOR THE ENDING OF DUNGEON MESHI! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! okay, part 3 (and final part) of my laios series is here! like the other parts, this could be read as a standalone, if you want. my plan for part 3 was to make it vague in case ppl who haven’t read the manga want to read it, but that kinda went out the window. I highly encourage everyone to read the manga if you want more of the story, it gets so interesting! I'm a SUCKER for a knight x ruler ship, so that's what you're getting in this!! I've enjoyed writing this little connected series so much and it really pushed me to start writing reader one-shots! if it hadn't been for all the ppl in the dungeon meshi fandom who read my work, I probably wouldn't have started this. this anime + manga has become one of my absolute favorites!! I hope you guys enjoy this! ps: don't worry, I will be writing more laios in the future 😉

🪽 part i: PLEASE, EAT. / part ii: FORBIDDEN FRUIT. / part iii: TOO SWEET.

After what felt like years, all was right in the world when the Island’s dungeon was destroyed and the Golden Kingdom finally rose from the sea. You had gotten to know Laios – in more ways than one – throughout your journey inside the dungeon, which had left you terrified at some points, especially when you almost lost him. But it hadn’t surprised you when the people had declared him King of a land that was thought to have been perished 1000 years ago. With everything he sacrificed, Laios – the devour of monsters, the destroyer of demons – was the only right person to rule.

With the help of Marcille, Senshi, Chilchuck, and even more friends met along the way, Laios was advised thoroughly as he undertook the stresses of establishing the Golden Kingdom once again. He had to deal with villager problems, instituting the economy, and keeping an eye on the monsters that took residence in surrounding lands. He watched them from his bedroom window on the farthest tower of the castle, admiring the beasts that warded off any threats to the kingdom. But his passion had become the production and preservation of food throughout his land, specifically in regards to magic and monsters. He made sure not one person in the Golden Kingdom went hungry, even if it killed him someday.

Most days were spent researching with his advisors or sitting in the throne room, listening to villagers' pleas for more building materials, better water, or whatever else they came up with that day. Laios made sure to listen to every ask, but he had to admit – just talking to people was exhausting. He never regretted his decision to become King, but sometimes … he longed for the days in the dungeons, tearing into whatever monster they cooked up that night, fighting alongside you, holding your hand or kissing you … tasting you.

Like your former party members, you had taken up residence in the castle as Laios’s chief knight and sworn protector. It made sense, given the fact that you had saved him with your crossbow on several occasions in the dungeon. You frequented by his side, except when he was in his own chambers. You led him to meetings, walked with him through the streets of the kingdom, protected him if any threats arose. Ever since you took up this mantle, your moments alone together had become rare. There had been one night: after Laios was safe and sound in the walls of the castle … that you shared his bed with him, tears streaming down your face because you had been so worried for him, but it didn’t matter anymore now that he was safe, and healing, and pounding into you so hard that it left you both gasping for air. Besides that, the only encounters you had alone were fleeting, consisting of swift, passionate kisses and rough squeezes in dark corners. You two hadn’t been intimate in any sense of the word since … well, since the Winged Lion was defeated.

Just the memory of the demon made you shiver. You remembered when the Wing Lion had switched into Laios’s body and granted his true desire to become a monster. Before trying to escape the dungeon, he had tried fooling all the party members that he really was Laios and he almost fooled you. You recalled the way he had tried to kiss you – probably devouring your own desires right from your mouth – and how his hands so eagerly tried to slip underneath your skirt, finding you already aching and ready for your lover, just needing to be touched after being so distraught over Laios’s wellbeing. But you recognized the foreign contact from a mile away, and you had pushed him back, screaming at the Winged Lion to bring back your Laios.

You shook yourself out of the memory as you walked Laios back to his bed chambers that night. His stomach was full from dinner, but he was also worn out from a long day of meeting with his advisors. Marcille had really chewed into him about something today, but you weren’t sure of the reason. Holding open the door to his room for him, you caught his tired, lingering gaze before he disappeared inside. You swallowed hard, stationing yourself outside his door, your fingers on the handle of your sword. Nights like these were hard. They were lonely. It was just you out here, manning the King’s chambers, with nothing but the memory of his mouth between your legs or his groans echoing in your ears.

His half-lidded eyes tonight had you reeling, squeezing your thighs together as you tried to forget about how much you wanted him. It had been almost two weeks since he last kissed you. And that kiss had been quick, desperate, two people colliding in the small, unlit closet used by the maids.

Your hand enclosed around the hilt of your sword, and you nodded at two other guards walking past. If you kept losing yourself to daydreams like this, there was no way you’d be focused enough to protect Laios from an immediate threat. That’s what mattered after all: the King’s protection … the King’s protection … the King. Surely, it wasn’t wise to be so entranced with the new King of the Golden Kingdom as his sworn sword. And again, you understood why you were picked. But it was nights like this where you really wished you had just been … his lover. Hell, you’d even survive with just being a lady of the court if it meant no more secret meetings in closets.

You could’ve dwelled on this predicament for hours, if the door to the Laios’s chambers wasn’t opening.

You turned immediately, your hand on the hilt of your sword going tight. But it was just Laios, leaning against the open door and rubbing at his tired eyes. He had shed his fancy clothes for a nightshirt and loose-fitting drawers. His hair had grown a bit longer, and he refused to cut it out of spite. The way it was sticking out right now, pushed back slightly by his hand … you swore you could feel your knees buckling.

“Your Grace?” You greeted, remaining professional, until you saw that look in his eyes again. That tired, lingering gaze. Full of want, and care, and desperation for another body against his.

His eyes crinkled, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at your call. “Please, do not feel the need to call me that at this hour.” He then held out his hand, beckoning you closer.

Swallowing hard, your eyes flicker down the barren hallway before taking his hand, letting him lead you inside his bed chambers. This was the moment you’d been waiting for so long. His movements were calculated, deliberate, as he slowly shut the large door. You unhooked your belt and scabbard, setting them by the door. As you turned to him, he was already in front of you, helping you take off your armor. His fingers were slow, not in a hurry, as he fiddled with the metal fasteners. He struggled with some clasps, muttering under his breath, and you laughed softly. Each piece was set delicately on the ground, and then he was lifting off your chainmail as if it weighed nothing. You sometimes wondered how you were able to walk around with such heavy material every day since taking up this mantle.

Finally, you were left in nothing but your clothes beneath the armor: a loose red tunic and suede trousers. The relaxed nature in his eyes vanished, replaced by an intense hunger, mirroring the stance of a wolf. Laios was rushing towards you, pushing you against the wall, and pressing his mouth onto yours. You matched his desire tenfold, winding your hands into his hair as you kissed each other with desperation. His fingers fisted into the sides of your shirt, pulling you against him, while his tongue prodded into your mouth. He groaned immediately. All this time without tasting just a bit of you had him weak in the knees. He’d never go this long without kissing you ever again.

“It’s been weeks,” he muttered between kisses. Gone was the monster-obsessed adventurer who saved you from turning into a sea serpent. He’d been replaced by a King who yearned for your touch the second he saw you every morning.

“Since we last kissed,” you corrected as he pressed your back even further into the cold, stone wall. His lips broke away from yours, leaving a trail of spit connecting you two. You exhaled, “It’s been months since we were alone for longer than two minutes.”

“I know,” he sighed, now nuzzling his cheek against yours, “and I’m sorry. All I want to do is go back to the dungeon … with you. It’s just … there’s no time, and I’m so tired.” His mouth then dragged to the shell of your ear, and you shivered when his hot breath ghosted over the side of your face. “But the way you looked tonight at dinner … I don’t know … it was the way the wine made your face red … no matter how tired I was, I had to have you tonight. I missed you so much.”

You were sure that your cheeks had to be as flushed now as they were at dinner. Just his kiss alone had you wet, already wrapped around his finger. “I missed you too, Laios.”

He hardly gave you a second to continue before he was kneeling in front of you. He couldn’t wait; there was this fierce longing in his eyes that only you could cure. His fingers hooked into the waistband of your trousers as he muttered, “I need to taste you.”

Despite his desperation, he did take a moment to admire how soaked your underwear was, how he had always been the one to cause this. You looked down at him and he looked up at you. With long, expert fingers, Laios tugged your underwear down along with your trousers. Your pussy was absolutely dripping, like a goddamn faucet. A whine escaped his lips, hungry for a taste, and he spread your folds just slightly to see the wetness gather. There were just about a thousand monster dishes he enjoyed, but nothing – absolutely nothing – compared to how delicious you were.

Laios didn’t even give you time to step out of your pants and underwear. He was grasping your hips and burying his face between your legs, pushing you right back against the wall. You choked on a moan, even though you both knew you had to be quiet, but you just couldn’t help yourself. He placed one of your legs on his shoulder to give him better access, and when he finally got the first few drops of you on his tongue, he damn near started crying.

You were exquisite. You were too sweet. Sweet like Dryad fruit.

Grinding your hips against his tongue, you whined out his name and realized how badly you had needed him in this way for weeks. Your hands found purchase in his hair, tugging his face deeper into your pussy. He lapped at you, absolutely ravenous, groaning when more slick entered his mouth. His lips wrapped around your clit and sucked harshly. His fingers dug into your hip, surely bruising you, while his other hand wrapped around your leg and pushed them even further apart.

“Missed the way you tasted,” he muttered before flicking your clit with his tongue. “I could do this for hours.”

You let out a shuddering breath, already hazy from his touch. “Why don’t you then?”

“I want to,” he chuckled, all awkward and blushing. Just the sight of him looking up at you with those pretty eyes while licking a stripe up your pussy had you gasping. “Tomorrow. I promise. I just need to be inside you tonight.”

His promise for tomorrow had your heart fluttering. You both were going to make time again, but he also had more plans for you tonight. This wasn’t going to be just two minutes in a closet. Thinking of him stretching your walls with his girth, pushing into you after all these weeks of yearning for him, of touching yourself whenever you could because you just missed him so much … it all made you start to buck your hips against his tongue again. You knew how much he loved that. You physically felt him smile against you, sucking on your clit once again as he prodded one finger inside your tight warmth.

Your eyes rolled back once he found your g-spot, curling his finger and beginning to pump in and out. “Fuck, Laios, I –”

“Needed this so badly,” he confessed, swirling his tongue around your increasingly swollen clit. His cock was straining against his drawers, precum seeping through the thin fabric, but he wanted you to cum on his tongue first. It’s all he’d been dreaming about. “Needed you.”

“I needed you too,” you whispered, and then felt him add a second finger inside of you. You bit the side of your hand, muffling your moan. “So good – fuck. Doing so good, Laios –”

Your body was starting to shake, your walls clenching around his fingers. Laios was relishing in your taste, teasing your clit in the most delicious way. You were so, so close and he needed this so much and so did you and before you knew it, you were crying out into your hand again. Your pussy went tight as his fingers curled into your g-spot and you came all over his waiting tongue. Laios whimpered when he finally tasted your release, pushing his face as much as he could into your pussy, almost suffocating himself. He licked at you, making sure he got every last drop, and when your hips finally stilled, he pulled his fingers out of you with a wet pop and lapped at the excess.

Sweat ran down your brow as you settled against the wall, trying to calm your breathing. When you opened your eyes, Laios was getting to his feet and towering over you. His hand clasped around your jaw and gave you another bruising kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. It was like he was trying to devour you, to mold both of you into one so you could be together forever.

Carrying you over to the bed, he set you down on top of the blankets and finally tugged your pants and underwear from your ankles. You laughed together when he realized that he had gotten so excited he forgot to rid you of these. "Sorry," he said, setting them down in a pile.

You couldn't help but smile when you noticed the blush on his cheeks. "Missed me that much, huh?"

His face went even more pink. "Stop embarrassing me when I'm trying to seduce you."

He pulled his nightshirt over his head, and before his fingers could grasp the hem of your tunic, you were pinning him with the brute strength he forgot you acquired in the dungeon. "You don't have to do much to seduce me, Laios," you whispered in his ear, making him shudder.

Now underneath you, you straddled Laios's lap, feeling how hard he was in his drawers. He looked up at you in shock, like you were an offering from the Gods, as you lifted your tunic off and dropped it to the floor. His breathing stilled, watching the way your breasts heaved, and his cock was practically begging for release.

You leaned down, pressing your mouth to his throat, placing sloppy kisses on areas that made his breath hitch. This was the new King of the Golden Kingdom under you, trembling from just your lips on his skin. He was wrapped around your finger just as much as you were wrapped around his. Dragging your lips down, you kissed his chest before finally swirling your tongue around one of his nipples. Laios muttered expletives under his breath as you wrapped your lips around his nipple, pinching his other one. His whole body was becoming tense underneath you, his straining erection poking against your backside, but you kept teasing him.

At the end of the day, you were always there for your King.

Once both his nipples were taut and wet from your expert tongue, you leaned back up to his face and kissed the corner of his mouth. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, cupping your face so tenderly. “Laios, I just want to be extra sure. Do you want to …?” Your question hung heavy between you two, but recognition flashed in Laios’s eyes. You nuzzled the side of his face and added, “I know you’re tired. I don’t want to keep you up if you’re that exhausted.”

“I’ve been thinking about this – about you – for weeks,” he said, his eyes filled with need. “I want this. I want you.”

You stared at him, absolutely melting at the sight of that dopey grin on his face once again, the one you loved so, so much. Now you were blushing, unable to not giggle when you saw that grin. You traced the curve of his mouth with your finger, and he bit down on the top of it unexpectedly, making you both laugh. This is why you loved Laios: everything was so easy with him.

Wait, love. Is that was this was? The burning feeling in your chest whenever he was near. The way you couldn’t help but smile whenever he did, or how you always laughed along with him. The natural disposition to protect him, whether it be from demons or people. The way you could so easily melt under his touch, under his kiss. It had always been there, staring you right in the face … love.

Feeling your heart beat rapidly in your chest, you finally moved so he could push down his drawers, and his hard cock sprang free. Precum leaked from the blushing red tip, dripping down his shaft and onto his stomach. You adored how pretty his cock was, how easily he could stretch you out with his girth. He liked the way you looked at it now, how you praised him. It took a couple of times, but he eventually stopped being embarrassed about his size around you. He still liked to give you monster facts as he fucked you sometimes – as a treat.

Laios’s hands settled on your hips as you lifted yourself, positioning yourself above his cock. You wrapped your hand around his shaft to get the perfect angle, smearing his precum and making him hiss. “Did … did you know,” he said, voice strangled, “the maximum speed of a Red Dragon is approximately – oh, fuck – 60 kilometers per hour?”

“Mhmm …” You hummed, finally lowering yourself with his help, sinking down onto his cock slowly. Once he slipped a few inches inside your warm, wet walls, you both gasped. You placed your free hand on his chest and encouraged, “Tell me more, Laios.”

“Gods …” He breathed out, feeling your body quiver above him. “I … uh – fuck … people have theorized that changelings – shit – use their ability to change living things in order to propagate their species – fuck, almost there –”

You both let out a breath of relief once he was finally seated inside you. Laios sat up, tugging you more against him, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. You stayed there for a moment, adjusting to his size once again, clinging to him as he kissed your cheek and murmured how you took him so well. You’d probably never get used to how big he was, but he filled you so nicely, so completely. After making sure you were comfortable, Laios decided to take the reins and began moving you on his cock. You whimpered after the first pass, and he had to grip your hips so tightly just to stop himself from going overboard, wanting to make this last just a little while longer. Each roll of your hips had you mewling as his cock curved inside you, brushing your spongy g-spot. His fingers dug into your skin, rocking you back and forth, grinding your already oversensitive clit against his pelvis.

Burying your face into his neck, you let him start to bounce you on his cock. He groaned, feeling himself throb inside your tight heat. Everything about you was perfect: from the way you fit him inside of you so nicely to the way you whined against his skin, begging for more. He was thoroughly obsessed with you. It was a miracle that it took him so long to initiate with you after the Golden Kingdom had risen. He found himself thinking about your touch, about your taste, more often than not. And the way you smiled at him, your laughter sounding like wind chimes in a busy street market … he knew how deep his feelings went, farther than he expected. He was the King but you were the one who brought him to his knees every time.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he groaned, biting and sucking on the side of your neck. “You always feel so good … so warm …”

He started thrusting up into you when his arms got a little tired, and you let him simply take control. There was so little control he had in his life now, especially since he was being watched almost all the time, so you’d give him this – you’d give him you. And gods, did it feel good to just melt into him, to not be his sworn sword, just for a little while. Right now, you two were just lovers, desperate to soothe each other’s ache.

The expansive bedroom was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and moans echoing off the ceiling. Your arousal oozed out with each roll of your hips, dripping onto the lavish blankets befit for a King. But neither of you seemed to give a damn as his nails created crescent shapes in your hips, and you squeezed around him so much that he choked on a whimper. With your face nuzzling the crook of his neck, you carded your fingers into his hair, pulling slightly and eliciting another sound from him.

“Did you also know,” he began in a strained tone, “fuck – wargs have no fear of monsters larger than themselves – please, fuck – not even … not even dragons?”

“Are we still doing that?” You snorted, lifting your head from his neck.

He laughed along with you, and now you both were looking into each other’s eyes as he thrust up into you, hitting the best spots. He leaned down to capture one of your nipples in his mouth, moaning at the way you squirmed. His tongue moved to lick up the valley between your breasts, almost animalistic, before his mouth was grazing yours and his eyes were burning into you like melted gold. You clung onto him tighter, your chest flush against him, and you knew then that this wasn’t just fucking anymore. Laios was making love to you and you were making love to him and – fuck, he was going to make you cum so hard to make up for the past few weeks.

You were creating an absolute mess on top of him, just a blabbering heap of moans and whines, eyes locked on his as you rode him into oblivion. “I’m gonna cum,” you mewled, unable to keep your voice level. Your fingers tugged on his hair again, and he responded by downright slamming you up and down his thick cock.

“I know. It’s okay. I know.” One of his hands left your hip to reach in between your bodies, where you both were linked, and two fingers began to circle your clit. You hissed, back arching even more into him. Your vow to be quiet long forgotten as he teased your ache. “That’s it … there you go.”

Laios knew his strength, and it was certainly showing it off tonight. He was rocking your hips on his cock – so close to release – while rubbing your clit in tight circles. His sweet nothings in your ear had you crying out his name, and after a few more messy passes, you were cumming around him. You were shaking like fresh mandrake in his arms. Your walls squeezed him so tight that it only took one more thrust up into you before he was emptying himself into you. He came with a lewd groan, his hands falling to his sides and leaving you to bounce yourself on his cock through his release. Eventually, when the wave after wave of pleasure settled between you both, you slumped against him and breathed heavily. And he just held you, burying his face in your neck and licking at the bites he left on your bruised skin.

When you lifted your head to kiss him, he surprised you by rolling you onto your back, his soft cock slipping out and leaving you feeling empty. He kneeled at the end of the bed and spread your legs wide open, letting your combined releases spill out. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, and the anguish in his tone stunned you. “It’s been weeks, and I just … I need you.”

As soon as the word, “Please,” left your lips, he was diving in again, spreading your folds with two fingers. He licked a long stripe through your pussy, gathering your releases on his tongue. He didn’t care that he was tasting his own cum; all he wanted was this – you. He lapped at you, still starving for your taste, and the way he had you cumming again was slow, calculated. Laios edged you, teetering you on the brink of release, before his hunger got the best of him. And when you came again on his tongue, it felt long and relaxing, like a weight had been lifted off you. Warmth seeped from your aching pussy and onto his tongue. He drank his fill, relishing in your sweetness.

Laios rose back on the bed, curling against your side like a tamed dire wolf. His arms slotted against you, pulling your naked front against his once again. His hand lifted to your cheek, pushing strands of hair behind your ear. Your noses brushed against each other, and he finally kissed you, slowly and passionately. There was no desperation left in him. It was replaced by the steady rhythm of his heart next to yours.

“I love you, Laios,” you blurted in the softest voice you could muster. Once you realized what you said, you didn’t dare open your eyes to see his reaction. You simply felt him, his lips hovering just over yours, and then he hummed.

“I love you too,” he whispered, and your eyes opened to watch him. That dazed grin appeared once again, making your insides twist and your cheeks tinged pink.

Laios practically giggled and pecked your lips just to soothe your nerves. “I’m not sure how to handle you like this,” he joked, finally making you laugh with him. “Usually, you’re the one making me nervous.”

“I just …” You shook your head. “I was afraid you wouldn’t say it back.”

“I thought it was obvious that I’ve been in love with you since we first met,” he said in that straightforward tone of his. His thumbs brushed over your cheekbones and he smiled. “Seems like I’m cooler than I thought.”

You chuckled, hitting his chest and making him fall back onto the bed. You were sitting up slightly, propping your elbow and resting your chin in your hand. Laios was looking up at you like you put the stars in the sky. Both of you knew, instinctively, that a King being intimate with his sworn protector was typically frowned upon. Neither of you truly cared, but the opinions of his people had to matter. He was a new King after all, and every move of his would be scrutinized. Which left him with one option.

Lacing his fingers with yours, he said, “We should get married.”

Your brow furrowed. “That seems a little rash.”

It was your gut instinct to deflect, to push him away, even when you scooted yourself closer to him. But you couldn’t deny that this had been in the back of your mind, shoved in the dark corners when you thought it might be too crazy of an idea. The first time it popped into your brain was when you saw Laios’s monster form lying helpless on the ground. His body was deteriorating, blood seeping out from every crevice of the three-headed creature. The Winged Lion had been defeated, but you couldn’t stop the wail that erupted from your mouth as you took in Laios’s monster body, reeking of death and despair. You remembered running from from the tower, taking one of the heads in your arms, and crying, your tears soaking the fur.

But then you and Marcille found him amongst the trees of the island, where Falin’s body had been frozen and resting against a boulder. From the moment his eyes met yours, you had no doubt that this was your Laios. And he was okay. He was tired, but he was okay. You didn’t think you could shed any more tears, but then you were running towards him, wrapping your arms around him, and he was burying his face in your neck and – gods, that had to be when you knew. With the relief flooding through you and his arms embracing you … you knew then that you wanted to be with him forever. You didn’t want to see him in harm’s way ever again. You would kill – again and again – for him. You would be by his side as long as he would have you. You loved him. You wanted him. Forever.

Laios snorted, bringing you out of the memory. “Rash? After how long we’ve known each other?” His tone grew serious. “I trust you with my life. That’s why I named you my sword. But I don’t want to go weeks without you ever again. I love you – I’m in love with you – and I know that I don’t want anyone else by my side.” He squeezed your fingers in his own. “I want to marry you. And then, we can be together freely with you as my Queen and sword sword.” He then paused, thinking. “We can do that, right?”

You laughed. “You’re the King. You can make your own rules, but …” Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip for a moment as you mulled over his words. “Are you sure you want to marry me?”

“I’ve never been more certain about anything.” He then tapped his chin, feigning curiosity. “Unless you want me to marry Marcille? It would certainly be a loveless marriage, but she can be friendly when she isn’t advising me.”

Shaking you head, you flicked his arm. “Not sure if your sister would appreciate that. Or Marcille, for that matter.” Not even magic could force those two apart. They would love each other until the end of time.

Your eyes narrowed now. “Are you actually proposing to me without a ring, Your Grace?”

The formality made him cringe, but then his face relaxed as he stared up at you, taking in your beauty. You were the most beautiful like this, vulnerable and bare with your hair jutting out at every angle and your lips swollen from kissing him. But he’d reckon you were beautiful in every light. He couldn’t help but also think back to when you found him by Falin’s crystalized form, how it felt to just hold you again after such an egregious fight. Your warmth had seeped into him, reminding him of home. You were home. And that was when he knew, too, that he wanted to be bound to you.

Laios brought your joined hands to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles. “Once the sun rises, you will get a proper proposal. I’ve always been a man of my word, haven’t I?”

And that he was. Because the moment you stirred awake the next morning, still sleeping in his bed, you opened your eyes to find Laios, King of Golden Kingdom, kneeling at your bedside. He held out a ring to you, eagerly awaiting your response. Once your eyes adjusted to the light and you saw his golden doe eyes, his big grin, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Of course, you said, Yes.

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takamimami · 10 months ago

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Supernova Captains | they catch you wearing someone else’s coat

Pairing: Kidd, Law, and Luffy x crewmate!reader (use of y/n)

the supernova captain trio will literally be the death of me, gunna start posting little drabbles of them to show my appreciation for them <3

CW: No smut (captains do steal some kisses), also Law's is slightly suggestive at the end, fluffity fluffy fluff, crackposting

🔞Slightly suggestive content so minors/ageless blogs, begone.

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The first thing Luffy does when he sees you strut onto the ship is laugh, pointing out how you look like you’re drowning in the coat as you walk toward him on the deck of the Sunny.

“Y/N,” he giggles, hand reaching to his stomach as he leans forward, “You look ridiculous! Plus, Jaggy is going to kill you when he finds out you stole his coat!”

His contagious laughter has you letting out a light chuckle, and as you do you feel yourself step on the front of the coat, stumbling forward and struggling to get your hands out to brace yourself from the fall. You squeeze your eyes shut and prepare yourself for impact, but you feel a tug around your waist instead. Opening your eyes, you see Luffy’s arm extended toward you, keeping you from colliding with the wood below. He grins as your gaze meets his from across the deck, his rubber arm retracting and pulling you with it, right into his chest.

“Careful, Y/N,” he teases, placing a light kiss on the tip of your nose before realizing that your hair and clothes underneath the coat were soaking wet. “What happened?” he inquires, his face dropping a bit as he looks over you with concern.

“I’m fine,” you hush him reassuringly, though he doesn’t stop looking you over for injury. “Zoro and Killer were sparring on the pier, and I tried to get out of their way and failed,” you admitted sheepishly, choosing to leave out that it had been Killer who knocked you into the water. You didn’t want to risk tarnishing the alliance that had been formed with your crews after defeating Big Mom and Kaido, plus it had been Killer who practically forced Kid to hand over his jacket so you didn’t freeze to death from the chill of the night air.

“Those two should know better,” he chastises, the humor in his voice peaking through as he looks you over one more time. Furrowing his brow, he shrugs off his jacket and pulls Kid’s from your shoulders, quickly replacing it with his.

“There,” he says satisfied, “At least you won’t trip and fall anymore,” he says, leaning in to kiss your chilled cheek. “Have Sanji make us some soup and wait in the kitchen for me,” he commands, winking at you before turning to head towards the pier, determined to remind his allies not to mess with his crew members (especially you).

🐯

You had almost walked through the entirety of the flower capital before you found the onigiri shop your captain had raved about upon your arrival to Wano, determined to surprise him with one of his favorite meals one more time before you set off to your next destination. When you did find it, you also found some of the Straw Hat Pirates huddled around the stand, seemingly looking for the same thing you were.

You wave warmly to Nami and Robin as you approach, and order your food quickly before chatting with the crew to pass the time. It takes a while for your order to be finished, and before long the Straw Hats are saying their goodbyes, Zoro tossing Luffy over his shoulder due to him eating himself into a coma. You chuckle to yourself as you wave goodbye to your friends, and before long your name is called and your food is placed on the counter. You walk to the other side of the stand to grab the two heaping bundles when you notice a black coat on the ground, instantly recognizing it as Luffy’s. Not wanting to make it harder to carry your food, you throw the jacket over your shoulders and grab the bundles of food before heading back in the direction of the Polar Tang.

Once you arrive, Bepo and the rest of the crew shout in excitement when you enter the submarine with the bundles of food in your hands, the aroma quickly filling the room with its delightful scent. You scan the room as the crew starts to dig in, curious as to what room your captain is off brooding in.

Law walks into the room just as you turn to begin looking for him, his eyes falling over you briefly before lasering over to the food on the table. You can tell he’s holding back a smile as he steps closet you, eyes fixated on your shoulders, “Thank you for the food, Y/N-ya,” he says gruffly, dropping his chin down to bring his face closer to yours, “But, care to explain why you’re wearing that?”

You furrow your brow as you look down at your outfit, completely forgetting you had grabbed Luffy’s coat to return it to him. You explain what happened in town to Law and he drops his face in his hand, rubbing at his temples before raising his other tattooed hand into the air.

“Room,” his voice echoes through the ship and you flinch slightly, unsure of the reason for him activating his powers.

"Shambles-"

When you open your eyes Law has swapped Luffy’s coat for his own, the furry blue jacket smelling distinctly of him as you nestle yourself into it with a smirk on your face.

“Jealous, are we?” You tease, your grin growing wider as Law steps closer to you and wraps his arm around your waist.

“Territorial,” he growls in your ear, his scowl slowly shifting to match your smirk.

“Close enough.”

With another flick of his wrist, he whisks you away, needing to show you how just how territorial he can be.

🌷

You’re walking back to your ship after meeting with Robin and Law to discuss the Road Poneglyph they had found on Onigashima, nestling into the coat Law had kindly lent you due to the storm breaking out just before you left his ship. It was already late, and you walked up the gangplank and found a seemingly empty deck, signaling everyone had already retired for the evening. You head below deck and towards the ladies' quarters, your own exhaustion taking over as you collapse into your cot, still fully clothed as you nuzzle into the mattress and quickly drift off to sleep.

You wake the next morning fairly early, a few of the girls already up by the time you swing your legs over the side of your bed and stretch your body.

“Oooh, Y/N! Blue is so your color,” Quincy teases as she walks over to you, ruffling the coat that was still on your shoulders.

“Shush,” you chastise her, giggling along with Hip and Hop as the rest of the ladies start shuffling from their beds. You stand and remove the jacket, feeling Quincy still eyeing you as you grab your things to head towards the shower. You bathe quickly and once you are out of the shower you head up onto the deck and into the kitchen for breakfast.

Once inside you find Killer, Heat, and Kidd huddled over the kitchen table and shoveling food into their mouths. You greet them gently, which Heat and Killer return with a smile, but Kidd lets out a grunt before continuing to eat, his eyes not even looking in your direction. You shake it off since you’re used to your captain’s usual morning grumpiness, but when the attitude evolves into glares from across the deck and him going out of his way to avoid you, you start to get a little curious.

“What’s your problem?” you finally ask him late into the afternoon, when you’re finally able to catch him alone in the cockpit.

He looks you up and down before scowling, turning his gaze to the maps on the table before he speaks, “Nothing is wrong with me,” he grumbles, to which you roll your eyes and walk to the other side of the table.

“You’re a bad liar, Kidd,” you probe, eyeing him intently until he meets your gaze, a hint of betrayal flashing on his face.

“I’m not a fan of my crew fraternizing with my enemies,” he glares, his amber eyes darkening as he looks at you.

You open your mouth to refute his accusation, but your words catch in your mouth as Kidd crashes his lips to you, his lips devouring yours as he grips your chin roughly. You are too flustered to respond as he pulls away from you slightly, his face still not even an inch away from yours.

“And I especially am not a fan of you in the color blue,” he growls, reconnecting your lips and biting down on your bottom lip harshly. When he pulls away again there is a deep blush on your cheeks, to which Kid smirks at proudly.

“See, Y/N, red looks so much better on you.”

i had to cut Kidd's off bc I could have kept writing for h o u r s. (just know he made you wear his coat around the ship for a MONTH after that :3) :3 lemme know what you think, and if you liked it, I would love it if you liked and reblogged to spread the love <3 ✨come say hai :3✨

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yellowocaballero · 7 months ago

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There's a genre of post that I see pretty frequently, which can overall be summed up as, "Modern fandom has a culture problem where fanfic authors are treated as content producers instead of community members and their fanfic is treated as a commodity to be consumed instead of a high-effort labor of love that deserves attention and compliments given directly to the author". I agree with 3/4ths of that. I find the part I disagree with very interesting, the same way I find a lot of writeblr interesting, because it's a perspective that I had to work very hard to actually understand.

Because the posts have such a warped view of what writing is and why we post our writing! They say that fanfic fights against the commodified internet we live in, but all they're doing is changing the currency of payment in this attention economy. Another way you can summarize about 70% of these posts is, "My payment for writing and posting my fanfiction is compliments, and if you do not give me those compliments you are not paying. If you give those compliments behind my back, or talk about them privately without giving them to me as well, then you are stealing from me." I don't want to put it like that, but a lot of these posts use words like 'deprive', as if the reader who enjoys the fic without commenting is withholding something from them that they deserve. They use the word engagement, and they do talk about how part of that engagement is just the joy of talking about AUs and ships with other people, but when people say that comments are their motivation to keep writing, what they mean is that validation is their motivation to keep writing. Which is compliments.

I understand that, because I understand that fanfic writers are not immune to the attention economy. But I don't understand how almost every one of these posts talk about how this lack of attention makes them stop writing - that this act of theft is killing their desire to write. I could understand this if they meant 'desire to POST fic' (I don't post fic I think zero people would read.), but they talk about how lack of payment stops them from writing at all.

IMHO, that is what creates a commodity from fic. People want to treat fic as art, but an artist makes art for themself. Art is made because we want to hold parts of skills and ourselves in our hands. If you won't make art if you get no payment, then you have devalued the art completely.

We think of AO3 as this unique site that's born entirely from passion and is filled with fics written for love of the game. But guilt-tripping posts that shame people for not commenting on a fic they enjoy, and that describe how there's no point in writing fic if it's not getting attention, are directly contributing towards the culture of treating fic like a commodity.

I also really want a fandom culture where the relationship between artist and reader is reciprocal, where it feels like a community, and where I get to talk about my fanfic with people. My favorite part of posting fanfic is rambling about it on my blog, because I can talk about my art all day and I love it when people stop and listen. But I love that because I love my own art. If you love your own art, then it'll always have value.

Also Google your username, just trust me, that's how you find The Secret Discussions. Someone made a TikTok fansong of me once. WHAT?

#ftr wanting comments bc you're a newbie writer and you want reassurance that your fic doesn't suck is #the most normal and reasonable thing alive and everybody feels that way #im not saying it's bad to want comments. everybody wants comments. i want comments.#but i disagree with saying that people who don't comment are Killing Fandom America #i get that we want to build a healthy community and culture but a culture that focuses on making everybody fall in line #with the way they think things should be #isnt a community i want to be a part of

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gimmethatagustd · 29 days ago

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blunt rotation | pjm

Supplying your law school classmates with weed on the regular might as well be a full-time job. It's lucrative, but lately, you've seen a dip in profits. Maybe it's because you keep giving out the Pretty Boy Discount to a certain guy in your ethics class…

Pairing: Pretty Boy Jimin x weed dealer Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: Law school, classmates to lovers, smut, a classic jai weed fic

Word Count: 7,477

Content Warning: Marijuana, a somewhat subby Jimin, consensual sex while high, choking, fingering, cunnilingus, protected vaginal sex, self-indulgent rants about capitalism and classism, lame dick jokes

A/N: On god, this fic is probably more about weed than anything else khskdjfs. My 420 fics are probs especially bad, and i decided i do not care. #blazeit

Soundtrack: a weed playlist made by yours truly

“What is the difference between ethics, morality, and law?”

Professor Kim leans against the desk at the front of the lecture hall with his hands gripping the edge on either side of his hips. The action makes the muscles in his arms flex, and you eat up the tan skin exposed by how his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. The tight white button-up accentuates plump pectoral muscles that threaten to pop and lose a few buttons. It wouldn’t surprise you if it happened. Professor Kim is known for being accidentally destructive.

It is unethical to fuck your professor because it would create a conflict of interest; you’d imagine it would be hard for Professor Kim to ethically assess your academic performance if he’d been balls deep in you.

It’s morally wrong to fuck your professor because you know he’s married, not because he has ever provided your class with information about his personal life, but because you sit at the front of the class. From your position, you can see the glint of his wedding band.

Legally, you’re pretty sure there isn’t a law against fucking your professor. It probably goes against your university’s code of conduct, but that’s not a law.

You sink further into your seat and let your eyes wander the room. Everyone diligently takes notes as Professor Kim turns to the presentation projected on the large screen behind him. Ethics and Professional Responsibility isn’t your favorite class, but no one said getting your J.D. would be fun. On the contrary, everyone you knew said it would fucking suck. And it kinda does.

One thing that doesn’t suck, though, is having a class with your program’s resident pretty boy, Park Jimin.

Pretty boys aren’t your type at all. You prefer boys who are rough around the edges. You’re not interested if a guy doesn’t look like he’s a one-way ticket to jail or hell. Maybe it’s the rebel in you. Maybe you like the idea that opposites attract. A lawyer and a criminal sounds like a cute ship, no?

Pretty boys are too soft for you. They’re the type to have skincare routines and listen to Jack Harlow. No thanks.

Yet your eyes always manage to find Jimin.

He’s sitting to your left and a few rows behind you, but close enough to see him when you turn your head. He sits with perfect posture as he scribbles notes on his iPad, plump lips puckered in a cute little beak of concentration.

Fuck, no, not cute. Ridiculous. Soft and childish. Everyone in the room is at least in their mid-twenties, some even in their late fifties. A prestigious J.D. program has no room for beaks and squishy cheeks.

You’re about to look away when Jimin lifts his stylus to his mouth. The end presses a small dent into his plush bottom lip. You instinctually lick your lips, though your mouth suddenly feels dry.

Jimin sits that way for a few more seconds with furrowed eyebrows as he focuses on his notes. At Professor Kim’s mention of the end-of-the-year oral argument, your classmate finally lifts his head to face the front of the room. His eyes are bright and wide, unlike the haggard look of your peers, and you watch them shift back and forth as he reads whatever is on the screen. You have no idea what Professor Kim’s talking about; your roommate, Hoseok, will fill you in when you get home.

All you know is that Jimin finally pulls his stylus away from his lips and casts a sideways glance in your direction. You lock eyes for a split second before he quickly ducks his head, suddenly interested in his notes again.

You snort loud enough for the woman sitting next to you to give you an odd look, but you ignore her and return your eyes to Professor Kim.

Your eyes don’t stray from the front of the lecture hall for the rest of the class. It’s not difficult; there isn’t anything else you find interesting enough in the room to distract you. Nothing. Especially not Pretty Boy Jimin.

“Hey, can I come over tonight?”

Two pale hands splay across your desk once the class is dismissed. Chipped, black polish adorns each nail, except for the pinkies, which are painted white.

“Why are you asking me? You don’t need my permission to visit your boyfriend’s apartment.”

“I’m trying to work on my manners, jeez.”

You roll your eyes and slide your tablet into your backpack. “Where were your manners when you and Hobi fucked on my couch? Hmm, Yoongi? Where were they then?”

Yoongi lets out a low groan as he steps to the side to let you fall in line with him as you exit the classroom. Your roommate is waiting in the hallway, always the last student to arrive and the first to leave.

“That’s different,” Yoongi huffs, though this time, the sound is due to Hoseok crushing him in a hug once they make it into the hall. “Besides, I’m asking because I’m bringing my friend. We aren’t going to stay. He just wants someone to come with him.”

Hoseok untangles his arms from Yoongi’s and adjusts his backpack. Your best friends act like surviving a three-hour class is like surviving a lifetime apart.

“Ohh, a friend?” Hoseok leans against Yoongi with his eyebrows arched. His questioning tone is fair. The three of you don’t have many friends aside from each other. It’s hard to maintain friendships with people outside of law school. There’s simply no time.

“What is this, the buddy system?” You snicker as you follow the two men to their cars. “Sorry, I only do business with adults.”

There is quite literally no reason for you to be judgemental about whoever this mystery friend is, but class has put you in a cranky mood. Probably because of stupid fucking Park Jimin with his distracting lips. Your unpreparedness for the oral argument is slowly causing anxiety to creep into your chest.

Yoongi gives you a light smack to your bicep. “Some people get nervous about this shit, you know that.”

“It’s weed, oh my god. You act like we’re cooking meth in our basement.”

Yoongi stops walking to give you a stern look with narrowed eyes and a cocked head. “You don’t even have a basement.”

“Yeah, well, it’s 2023, and weed is legal.”

“It is legal to purchase weed at a licensed dispensary. However, you are not licensed to sell weed, nor is your apartment a dispensary.”

“It’s got enough weed in it to be one,” Hoseok snorts, but the sound quickly morphs into a severe cough when Yoongi’s glare is directed at him.

Yoongi yanks his car door open and slides into the driver’s seat. Then, with one leg still on the ground and his arm holding the door open, he lets out a long sigh. “You two are insufferable.”

“Love you too, babe!” Hoseok giggles and sends his boyfriend a flying kiss as Yoongi drives out of the parking lot.

“For an anti-capitalist, Yoongi is so old-fashioned. I’m providing a product to the everyday person at a reasonable price,” you grumble while you fasten your seatbelt in Hoseok’s car. “Dispensaries are classist. They’re way too fucking expensive, and they’re all in affluent neighborhoods, anyway. The gentrification of marijuana in this country is ridiculous. Where does Yoongi think those tax funds end up? Not in neighborhoods that need them. And what about expunging people’s records? Is the government ever going to do that?”

You slump in your seat, the sudden energetic burst of social consciousness in you dying out. “I hate rich people.”

Hoseok hums in agreement, keeping his eyes on the road as he drives. “We’re about to be rich people, though.”

“Not me. Civil rights law isn’t going to make me rich, and I’m not touching corporate with a ten-foot pole.”

Yoongi and so many other people in your program are too dependent on what is and don’t stop to question what can be or what should be.

Ethics is a social construct, morality is subjective, and law is arbitrary.

Going to law school is less about learning how to be a lawyer and more about learning how to play a game.

When Park Jimin walks into your living room, all you can do is blink at him. Your eyes are red and glassy, your mouth dry even though you’ve been sipping water, and your limbs feel too gooey to bother getting up. Maybe you’re hallucinating him, which would be very upsetting because you don’t want to explore why he’s sticking around in your head.

But then Yoongi is ushering the guy to sit next to you, and the dip in the couch as he eases down feels too real.

“Ah, Jimin! You’re the friend!” Hoseok gives the newcomer a blinding smile. Smoke punctuates each word, billowing toward the ceiling. There’s already a thin haze to the room; you and Hoseok have been smoking for a while. “Welcome to our humble abode.”

Jimin gives Hoseok a small smile. He also turns to give you one, but it falters when you meet his gaze.

You’re not sure what expression you’re wearing. It could be anything, really. Or nothing at all.

“Hi,” he says quietly. His lips are so pink. You want to ask him how soft they are.

“How much do you want?” Is what you ask instead.

Jimin turns to Yoongi, who is now cuddled up with Hoseok on the other side of the room. The chair is made for only one person, but they have never known personal boundaries. You suppose if they’re dating, it doesn’t matter.

“Just give him an eighth,” Yoongi says with a dismissive wave. He’s more focused on plucking the blunt from Hoseok’s lips and bringing it to his own.

“Of what?” You huff your words, twisting the joint you’ve got between your middle finger and thumb. It’s clear that Jimin knows nothing about weed. He can’t even come up with a measurement or a strain.

Yoongi glares at you as if this is somehow your fault before saying, “Anything. Maybe not Girl Scout Cookies or Sour Diesel, though. I don’t want his brain melting out of his ears.”

Jimin makes a slight noise of surprise at that.

“Kidding,” Yoongi teases. “Well, about the brain-melting part. I mean it about the strains, though.”

Leaving your joint in an ashtray on the coffee table, you stand up with a groan. Moving is low on your list of things to do right now. The indica you’ve been smoking makes your movements feel slow, though you can’t tell if they actually are.

“Come on,” you mumble, gesturing for him to follow you down the hall. He goes without a word, eyes wide as if he’s about to discover something profound within the walls of your apartment. You don’t want to admit how cute he is, just as timid in your apartment as in class.

“We keep everything in the office. It’s super organized, but I guess that’s expected.” You don’t know why you’re rambling (yes, you do, it’s the weed).

Jimin nods. “Makes sense.”

He’s so cute, you think, when he asks if he wants you to close the door once you’ve reached the office. As if there is something to hide in here. Hoseok and Yoongi are the only other people in the apartment.

“I’m going to give you a hybrid. You know what that means?”

Jimin hovers over you when you crouch next to a dresser with multiple drawers. Numerous glass jars, all labeled with pieces of white tape and messy handwriting, are stacked in the drawer you open. You sift through them, taking a few to inspect before placing them back again.

“I do not.” At least he’s honest.

“It’s the happy medium between sativa and indica. Sativa gives you a head high. People tend to feel alert and creative sometimes. Indica gives you a body high. It’s the stereotypical kind of weed people talk about that makes you lazy and get the munchies. It’s because sativa has more THC than CBD, whereas indica is more CBD-heavy. Think about how people use CBD products when they’ve got joint pains or anxiety, right?”

“Oh, I didn’t know that.” The statement is redundant, but you don’t mention it. Jimin looks like he hangs onto your every word as though his life depends on it. It’s funny, and you have to stop yourself from laughing at him.

Finding what you’re looking for, you hand a jar to Jimin. “It’s already weighed, so you can take the whole thing.”

Jimin holds the jar like it’s a newborn. This time, you let a few giggles slip out.

“Do you have something to smoke it with? A piece or a bong?”

A shake of his head is no surprise, but you act shocked because you’re high and feeling good, and you love how he looks when his eyes grow wide.

“Wow, you’re so cute,” you say with a grin that starkly opposes the shy blush that paints Jimin’s face. “You probably don’t know how to roll either, do you?”

Another shake of his head. Of course.

It’s not difficult to show Jimin how. You pull up another chair at your desk and push away all your notes and textbooks for school to clear a path to work. You show him how to grind the weed and roll a blunt and a joint — so he can figure out which one he likes better.

Jimin’s body is warm as he presses against yours, your shoulders bumping into each other every time you move your arm. He keeps close, eyes glued to your hands as you work slowly but diligently. It’s a bit disarming having him so close. Aside from the occasional hello during class, you’ve never really talked to Jimin. Concentrating with all his Pretty Boy energy fogging up your mind is tricky.

Or is it the weed? Nah, it’s the weed.

“If you end up not liking either, go to a head shop to buy a bowl — it’s a pipe. Maybe don’t go with a bong yet. Yoongi can help you. He likes bowls better, so he’ll have good recommendations.”

Once finished, you slip the blunts and joints into a ziplock bag. When you pass it to Jimin, you can’t help but let your fingers brush against his. The touch sends waves of hot electricity up your arm. The shock of it makes your entire body tingle. Sure, the weed is making your body extra sensitive, but it’s not only that. He’s so fucking hot.

You don’t realize you’re staring at him. It’s hard not to stare or even know where to begin. His plush, pillowy lips? His fluffy, dirty-blonde hair that falls into his eyes? So cute that you don’t even care when he has to do a Bieber flip to get his bangs out of his face?

And, fuck, he’s not wearing the usual crisp white Oxford shirt and black chinos get-up. He must have gone home to change after class because now he’s wearing a form-fitting black t-shirt (probably designer from the looks of it) and grey jogger sweatpants that do nothing to hide how thick his thighs are and you’re sure if you get a chance to look at his ass you’ll find that that part of his body is thick, too. Expensive athleisure wear looks even better on him than professional clothing. It makes him look soft.

“Thank you,” Jimin says, speaking your name softly, and you feel like your knees grow weak at the sound of it tumbling from lips like those. “I’m sorry, I feel like I barged in here and took up your time. Not knowing anything… I’m sure you’re used to people with more knowledge than I do.”

Shaking your head, you guide Jimin out of the office and lock it behind you. “Don’t worry about it. Everyone has to start somewhere, right?”

It’s funny that he’s concerned about something like this, as if marijuana knowledge is so embarrassing not to have.

When you turn around, you realize the two of you are standing way too close. Your apartment isn’t a shoebox, but it certainly isn’t large. The hallway is slim, and Hoseok has a million and one plants and decorative furniture scattered around for the “aesthetic,” which makes it even harder to navigate tight spaces.

You’re not complaining, though. This close, you can see that Jimin is wearing contacts that make his eyes hazel, little flecks of orangish-brown highlighting his naturally dark irises.

Jimin’s eyes drop to your lips, and you feel your stomach drop along with them. Even though you’re not touching each other, your skin tingles with the knowledge that you could be touching. He’s so close. All it would take is one tiny shuffle forward, and you could slot yourself against his nimble — but what you assume is a very solid — frame.

“Yeah,” he speaks as he releases a soft exhale. You feel his warmth and shudder. “Thank you, still.”

“No problem,” you whisper.

Jimin’s tongue darts out to run across his bottom lip. His teeth draw it in slightly, and when he lets go, you can see how his lip bounces back into place.

Dragging your eyes back to meet his takes an embarrassing amount of effort. He’s finally looking at your eyes, too, with an expression you don’t understand because you don’t really know him.

“How much do I owe you?”

Right. Because he’s here with Yoongi for a reason. You swallow, turning your head to the side to hopefully break whatever spell Jimin and weed have put you under.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Jimin inhales sharply, but you keep your eyes down. “I must pay you something. I don’t know what’s a standard amount.”

If you were anyone else, you could honestly rip him off. The guy has no clue — he is even admitting that he doesn’t! But there are embers smoldering in the pit of your stomach.

“Nope,” you say with a tone of finality. You can hardly think before your following words slip out of your mouth like snakes. “Pretty Boys get weed free of charge.”

“W-w-what?” Jimin looks unbearably cute when he’s confused. It’s almost too much for you to handle.

So you don’t.

Without another word, you head back to the living room. Jimin follows silently. You’re sure his face is still painted with shock because Yoongi gives the two of you an odd look.

“Right where I left you,” you tease.

Untangling his limbs from Hoseok’s, Yoongi lets out an old man grunt and stands. You hadn’t believed him when he said he wouldn’t be staying, but it’s clear that he’s sticking to his promise when he starts patting down his legs to make sure he has his keys.

“Got what you need, Chim?”

Chim? How close are Yoongi and Jimin? And why are you only now learning of this friendship?

Jimin nods, his bottom lip between his teeth once again. He insists that you’ve been a great help to him, all while keeping his eyes locked with yours. It’s so different than his shy avoidance in class.

“Don’t worry, Yoong,” you insist as you plop back on the couch. Your joint is patiently waiting for you. “I took good care of him.”

You’ve never been very good at math, but it doesn’t take a mathematician to know that Pretty Boy Jimin ends up costing you hundreds of dollars as the semester progresses.

All your peers will walk away from law school making six figures easily. But not you. You just had to give a shit about the world, didn’t you? You just had to pick an area of law that values protecting human rights over making a profit.

God, being a good person is so hard!

And now, Park Jimin is sucking you dry before you can even earn money. Every time his fat little ass sashays away from your apartment with another jar of free weed, you can practically hear the chime of money signs ringing out with each step.

There’s a worse feeling, though. It hadn’t occurred to you until now, as you stand in the entranceway of Jimin’s apartment unit, your backpack carrying precious cargo inside slung over one shoulder.

Allowing Jimin to walk out of your apartment with the Pretty Boy Discount of free marijuana hurts your pocket, but doing a free weed delivery is even more pathetic. You’re wasting your own time and gas money to drive to Park Jimin’s motherfucking apartment to deliver him weed that you aren’t even going to charge him for simply because he’s hot.

Maybe this is the terrible consequence of abstaining from sex to “focus on school” — as if smoking weed with Hoseok all day isn’t a distraction. But, on the other hand, maybe you just need to get laid.

Dipping on this commitment would be easy, you think as you bounce on the balls of your feet. You could leave right now before Jimin answers the door, ask Hoseok to handle Jimin’s future requests, and put all of this behind you. But, of course, the entire situation is ridiculous anyway. You don’t even know Jimin. Not really.

There’s a clicking sound from the other side of Jimin’s front door. Logically, you know it’s the sound of him unlocking the door, but your nerves tell you it’s the sound of your fate being locked into place. It may as well be because Jimin opens the door with a smile that puffs up his cheeks, his hair looks damp, and he smells like body wash.

Fuck.

“Hi!” His voice squeaks, but a deep cough returns it to a normal tone. “I mean, uh, I appreciate you coming by.”

Your tongue presses into your cheek as you regard him for a moment. He might consider your silence as negative because he quickly sidesteps to allow you into his apartment.

You give Jimin a smirk. “I think you should at least give me a tip.”

“O-oh, I mean… oh, um,” he stutters, and you can’t help but laugh.

A rush of air escapes your nostrils in a low-energy, nearly silent laugh. While coming to Jimin’s place might seem like a lot of effort, the truth is that you’re bored, and lately, you’ve been seeking anything to get your mind off the loneliness you feel when your apartment is dark and Hoseok is with Yoongi.

So, even though part of you chastises yourself, you’re willing to risk looking pathetic or desperate if it means you can have someone to smoke with and get some time away from your too-quiet apartment. Not because Jimin is the most attractive person you’ve ever seen in your entire life.

Jimin’s pretty eyes widen, and you quickly wave your hand to brush off his sudden panic.

“I’m kidding,” you confess as you twist your backpack around your body to pull out a small glass mason jar. It’s cute how concerned he is.

No, not cute. Naive. You shake yourself out of the feeling.

”Well, come on then.” You walk through Jimin’s apartment into the living room. It’s your first time making a delivery with him, so you’ve never been to his apartment. Yet you walk through the building with unearned familiarity. You’ve got manners; sometimes, you choose not to use them.

“How have you and Hoseok been?”

“Prepping for finals. And that fucking oral argument Kim’s got us doing,” you groan. School talk wasn’t something you had in mind when you showed up, but in the months you’ve spent getting to know Jimin more, you’ve learned he’s a total nerd. He’s probably excited about the assessment.

“Sometimes I think he’s trying to kill us,” Jimin says with a slight grin. “Is it ethical, moral, or legal to terrify your students to the point of throwing up before evaluations?”

“Don’t tease Yoongi like that! You know he has public speaking anxiety!”

Jimin does a little half-skip to avoid your attempt to slap his chest. Although you know the both of you are drowning in student loans and law school tuition fees, the apartment is much nicer than expected. You wonder if Jimin has a roommate. He’s never mentioned one before.

“Don’t tell him, or he’ll beat me up.”

Eyerolls aren’t a commitment to anything, but you know Jimin knows you wouldn’t dare repeat his words.

Plopping onto his couch, you scoot the coffee table between your knees and set the jar down. Beside the jar, you place everything you need to roll for Jimin, including a grinder and swishers. You could have rolled it all in advance, but you don’t like to feel rushed. Prepping is the best part. It relaxes you.

Jimin slowly slides into place beside you on the couch. He leaves enough room between the two of you to be respectful, although something tells you it’s less about his desire to make you feel comfortable and more about his discomfort.

He’s nervous, but you don’t know why. He keeps dragging his palms against his thighs, roughly rubbing his jeans. Every once in a while, he lifts his hand to touch his bottom lip. Then, when you sneak a glance at him, he quickly turns away. There’s nothing of note to look at in the apartment, but he seems engrossed in something for those fleeting moments before you’re sure he’s looking at you once again.

“I should probably learn how to do this… Like, properly… I can’t remember everything you did the first time,” Jimin mumbles. When you look up, his cheeks are dusted a light pink.

“Sorry, I probably went too fast that time.” You give him an apologetic look that makes his face redden even more. “It’s not as hard as people make it out to be. Just need a good teacher.”

If Jimin expects you to be his teacher again, he doesn’t say so. You could be. You can’t stop yourself from giving the guy free weed; you might as well add comprehensive rolling lessons in the mix.

By this point, rolling a blunt is about muscle memory; you don’t have to use an ounce of brainpower. Your eyes can wander, sweep over the contents of Jimin’s living room, your thoughts floating off to wonder about the little details of the man’s life you aren’t privy to. Who are his friends? Where is his family? You look for photographs on shelves or hanging on the walls, items that are a staple in your and Hoseok’s apartment. Would Yoongi be in any of his photos? So many people in the city come in like ghosts.

“Do you, um, would you like to stay?”

Jimin’s voice pulls you back to the living room, where your hands have already finished two blunts without you realizing it.

“Isn’t that what you meant when you said I could smoke with you?” You question around the blunt you’ve brought between your lips, pausing to light it.

Jimin shakes his head, not as an answer to your question, but to himself. “Yes, of course.”

“You wanna share this or smoke your own?“ You can keep working on rolling the rest in the meantime.

Rather than answer your question verbally, Jimin does something that makes your heart fall into the pit of your fucking stomach. The supposedly shy, naive man parts his lips and juts his chin toward you.

The meaning behind his action hits you in the chest immediately. You let your eyes drift over his mouth, and you try not to react when his tongue swipes across his bottom lip while he patiently waits for you to give him what he wants. And you’re gonna do it, too. No questions asked.

Pinching the blunt between your middle finger and thumb, you twist on the couch to face Jimin with your legs tucked beneath you. Of course, if your fingertips brush against his lips when you place the blunt between them, that’s no one’s business, and you fucking plead the fifth, thanks.

Jimin’s eyes never leave yours when he wraps his lips around the blunt and inhales. He takes the hit like a champ, not coughing once despite the smoke’s thickness when he exhales. It’s been a few months since he started coming to you for weed. You shouldn’t be proud of his improvement, but you are anyway. Even if it’s weird to be.

“Thanks.” Jimin looks like a droopy-eyed dragon, eyes heavy and narrow when he expresses his appreciation. His voice is low and thick, and it makes your stomach swoop.

You nod your head and take the blunt from him. “No problem.”

Time is hardly discernible in normal circumstances for you, especially when you’re high. So you can’t imagine how long you sit with Jimin on his couch, watching smoke billow in the air and talking about how unfortunate it is that Frank Ocean and Rihanna ghosted the music industry.

For a while, the two of you fall silent. You lean your head against the couch and close your eyes, content with listening to the music Jimin put on until another thought enters your mind. One you can’t bring yourself to ignore.

“You ever fucked while you’re high?”

You ask the question once you and Jimin have finished the first blunt and move on to the second. The lighter you’re using is hot pink with blue and purple flowers printed on it. Something feels fitting about that.

The question takes you by surprise even though you’re the one asking it, unsure why you’re asking it aside from knowing the weed will make you more likely to speak your mind. Jimin, though. The poor guy is even more startled. As he should be, you think.

His hand trembles slightly when he passes you the blunt when it’s your turn to take a hit. “Uhh, um, have I— what?”

You roll your eyes and blow a smoke ring in Jimin’s direction. You wait for his coughing to subside before you repeat yourself.

“Have you ever had sex while under the influence of marijuana, Jimin-ssi?”

“No…”

“Hmm, you should. It’s really fun. Feels good.”

“Oh.”

“Do you wanna try it now?”

It’s comical how Jimin gulps, literally gulps, like a fucking cartoon character. “Now?”

Marijuana is an aphrodisiac. It won’t make Jimin want you, but it’s clear from his suggestive behavior that he already does. The weed will simply, hopefully, make him less nervous about it.

You pretend you don’t notice how he shifts to press his thighs together on the couch.

“Come on,” you encourage him. “Stop thinking so much.”

You know you’re too forward and sudden, but it feels justified because you’ve been thinking about Jimin for months. The buildup over the past few months has been stifling.

Giving consent is what finally unlocks something in Jimin. One moment he’s staring at you with wide, timid eyes; the next, he’s got his hand around your throat.

With a light squeeze, Jimin pulls you into him to slot his lips with yours. Holding back a moan is nearly impossible when his tongue pries your lips open. It’s wet and hot, and your skin tingles when you taste the smoke on him when his tongue curls around your own. Smoking always makes you feel warm, but you feel like you’re on fire when Jimin whimpers into your mouth. His pace is unrelenting. You feel like you’re tripping over yourself as you attempt to keep up with the quick work of his lips. The effort has you practically straddling his lap.

Tightening his grip on your throat, Jimin uses it to tilt you how he wants you. A pleased hum vibrates against your mouth when he hears you moan from the pressure of his fingers digging into the soft skin of your neck. It’s only when you start to get lightheaded, and your lips slow that Jimin finally pulls away.

His eyes’ heavy, sensual look remains, but you’re surprised to find his slick lips forced into a frown.

“I’m sorry.”

You could ask why, but you assume Jimin’s forwardness isn’t typical behavior. The good thing is that it is for you.

Rather than address the unnecessary tension, you let your lips do all the work and pull Jimin in for another ruthless kiss.

“I don’t wanna hear any apologies from you,” you murmur against his mouth. “The only thing I want your lips doing is eating me out.”

Jimin lets out a high-pitched whine that sets something dangerous off, buzzing through your body. “Please.”

Maybe you’re pathetic with how quickly you strip yourself of your clothes, but Jimin doesn’t seem to care. His eyes never leave your body as you toss the clothing onto the floor. “You’re so beautiful…”

“Yeah?” You lean with your back against the arm of the couch, scooting down slightly so you can let your legs fall open.

He nods sharply and is silent momentarily as he rubs his palms down the length of your legs, settling between them.

"I’ve always wanted to talk to you,” Jimin speaks with a hushed tone. He presses an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of your thigh. “I just get nervous. I’m sure that seems pretty lame."

You shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak. Every touch sends goosebumps pebbling across your skin. It’s exhilarating. You feel like your entire body is a hot wire, sparking and buzzing at a dangerous frequency.

"Yoongi said this would be a good way for us to get to know each other. The weed, not this this!” It’s shocking to you how adorable he can be at the same time he sucks the skin of your inner thigh into his mouth, swirling his tongue around after biting down hard enough to make you gasp.

Your head falls back as you feel the tip of Jimin’s tongue drags along your clit. He swirls it around, drawing small circles in a steady rhythm. Every time his tongue pulls back, you can hear a soft smacking sound of his lips. He’s likely swallowing the drool collecting in his mouth. You’re sure he’s probably getting a bad case of cotton mouth from the excessive sound.

It makes you smile knowing he’s that sensitive. It takes much more weed in your system to start feeling dry in the mouth, but you’ve been smoking more years than Jimin and at a higher frequency.

“Oh fuck,” you moan out a misshapen puff of smoke when Jimin’s tongue returns to your clit.

This time he wraps his plush lips around it and suckles lightly, using his tongue to flick from side to side. His little grunts and moans make your pussy vibrate, sending a tingling sensation through the inside of your thighs and down to your toes.

Your hand shakes as you bring the blunt back to your lips. A whine tries to break through, but you force it back down your throat as you inhale more smoke. It’s hard when your body feels like it’s burning up.

Every gentle touch of Jimin’s lips and tongue on your skin feels like a punch to your stomach in a way that is so deliriously delicious you can hardly take it. Wetness drips down your pussy and smears against your thighs, either from your arousal or Jimin’s drool or both, but you don’t care how messy it is when Jimin pulls back enough to spit more onto your clit.

You let out a surprised sound, lifting your head slightly to see a string of saliva connect Jimin’s pouty bottom lip with your skin.

Fuck, you didn’t think Pretty Boy had it in him.

Using two fingers, Jimin spreads his spit around your clit, pushing it down until he slides into your pussy with ease. You didn’t need the extra lubrication, but you groan at the wet sound that echoes through Jimin’s apartment as he thrusts his fingers deep inside you. He brings his lips back to your clit, sucking harder and massaging your skin with his tongue even faster to match the pace his fingers take.

When he finally locates the spot that makes your legs shake, hitting it repeatedly, you dig your fingers into his fluffy hair and yank his head back.

“H-h-here,” you stutter, pressing the blunt against his lips. They’re shiny, and the idea of sticking a wet blunt between your lips makes you want to cringe, but you don’t care because his lips are shiny with you.

Jimin doesn’t stop thrusting into you, but his pace slows as he concentrates on taking another hit.

“I’m so fucking hard,” he groans. With the blunt between his lips, Jimin’s hands fly to unbutton his jeans. Another groan sounds around the blunt once he’s freed himself of the retraining pants.

You let out a quiet sigh as you try to collect yourself while Jimin smokes. “I told you it feels good. It’s different, isn’t it?”

“Mhmm…”

There’s a large wet patch staining the front of Jimin’s briefs. It makes the fabric stick to his cock, clearly outlining his length and girth — big enough to make you drool but small enough that you won’t go home sore and regretful.

“Lemme ride you.” You use your free hand to push Jimin into the back of the couch. He plants his feet on the floor and spreads his thighs as you get comfortable in his lap. “Wanna smoke the rest while we fuck.”

Your head is in the clouds, your body melting like butter as Jimin skirts his hands along your sides. He eventually pauses to squeeze your hips, and you swear you can feel him all over you.

It’s quick work, tugging down the final article of clothing separating the two of you. It’s hard not to stare, especially when Jimin twitches and shivers with every light touch of your fingertips along the ridges and veins of his cock.

Your clit drags against the head of his cock when you adjust in his lap, and you let out a ragged moan.

“Soaked,” Jimin murmurs, “You’ve got me all wet.”

It’s true. Jimin’s thighs glisten from where you’ve leaked all over him. Your clit throbs so much it’s beginning to hurt from the sensitivity.

“Condom,” you practically wheeze out. “If you go in raw, you’re probably gonna bust a nut immediately, and I’m not interested in that for many reasons.”

Jimin’s face turns even pinker.

“O-okay, give me a second, please.” So fucking polite, and for what?

He holds you at the base of your spine with one hand as he leans forward to snatch his jeans with his other hand. There’s a condom in his wallet, so you assume your classmate isn’t all innocent.

It’s quick work rolling the condom on. Uninterested in teasing yourself further because you feel like you’ll die if you don’t orgasm soon, you push Jimin hard against the back of the couch. You slip down his cock with ease, with no stretch or sting, from how turned on you are.

“I feel like I’m already gonna come.” Jimin throws his head back against the couch.

His lips fall open, and you quickly snatch the blunt from them so it doesn’t fall and burn one of you. He looks beautiful, angelic even. His lips are puffy and pink, his cute little mismatched front teeth peeking out. His tongue flicks around his mouth as his breathing grows heavier.

You squeeze one of his shoulders with your free hand while your other keeps the blunt pinched to your lips. As you take a drag, you lift your hips and quickly bring them back down, your ass slapping Jimin’s thighs as you engulf his cock again. Your skin sounds wet and sticky, but Jimin’s whine drowns out the sound.

“Shit,” he hisses. Blunt nails dig into your skin, but it doesn’t hurt; it only feels good. Everything feels so good.

You hardly notice how hard you shake as you slam yourself down on Jimins’ cock again. Your head is too spacey to go fast, but you do your best to set a steady pace of bouncing on Jimin’s cock. It doesn’t matter if he’s already going to come. You feel your orgasm building up with every squeeze of his fingers and the pathetic moans from his mouth.

You lean forward to latch your lips to the base of Jimin’s neck when he again drops his head. Pulling the skin into your mouth, you suck hard. You know the shock the discomfort will send across his body, pain that quickly morphs into pleasure and makes his cock twitch inside you.

“Jesus Christ.” Jimin reaches up to brush his bangs away from his eyes. Sweat makes the hair remain in place, pushed up, making him look as wrecked as he sounds. His cheeks are bright red now, and the color bleeds down his neck, where you’re sure his chest is bright red, too.

Fuck, why didn’t you take off his shirt? It feels like a quick and dirty fuck, although you’re not sure you want it to be. You’re unsure what you want this to be or mean. Or how you want it to feel.

All you know is that you feel like you’ll come at the sight of Jimin’s toned stomach and chest when you pull the hem of his shirt up to bunch it right above his nipples.

Holding onto the fabric gives you more leverage to pick up your pace. It’s needed because Jimin is a puddle beneath you. His arms are tossed to his slides like they’re made out of rubber, flopped onto the couch cushions. He can barely lift his hips. He only makes a few weak attempts to thrust into you before he’s whining again, head lolled to the side with furrowed eyebrows. He looks so fucked out.

“Please, ahh, fuck, please,” Jimin begs, though you’re not sure for what.

“Wanna come, pretty boy?” You squeeze his t-shirt harder and yank it slightly, just enough to pull Jimin’s back a few inches from the couch. “You’re gonna have to work harder. I already gave you so much.”

Jimin’s eyes roll in pleasure when you clench around him, little “oh’s” and “ah’s” punched out of him. “Okay, yes, yes, fuck, yes, I’ll be soooo—”

You bring his hands back to your waist as he babbles. The contact must give him a bit of clarity because he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and begins to thrust into you hard.

“I’ll. Be. So. Fucking. Good.” Every word is punctuated by a mind-shattering thrust as Jimin pulls you down onto his cock.

If you were on the edge before, you’re falling by the time he picks up the pace and thrusts into you even harder. The buildup was long and hot, yet your orgasm hits you so hard it might as well have been a surprise.

You curl into yourself and press your face into the crook of Jimin’s neck while he continues his unforgiving rhythm until he comes with a choked-out moan of your name.

The silence should be uncomfortable. How awkward and irrational was it to simply… tell Jimin that you wanted to fuck? And for Jimin to go along with it? Casual hookups aren’t really your thing. Pretty Boy Jimin seems to be the exception for everything, though.

Heavy breathing fills the silence as the two of you try to calm down, your chests rising and falling in tandem. It’s comforting to lean all your weight on Jimin, despite how his bunched-up t-shirt presses uncomfortably into your chest. Even the feeling of his cock softening inside of you doesn’t bother you any.

At some point, Jimin had placed the blunt in the ashtray on the coffee table. It’s shocking that he had the mind to do so; you would have accidentally burned a hole into his comfy, expensive-looking couch. It’s a good thing you had the mind to use a condom. Imagine burn marks and cum stains. Sheesh.

The kiss Jimin presses to your temple when he turns his head feels way more domestic than you deserve. You smile, teeth pressed against his skin, despite yourself. You can blame the giddiness you feel on the weed, and not whatever Pretty Boy Jimin has done to trigger warmth inside your chest.

“I think I gave you more than the tip…”

With narrowed eyes, you lift your head from Jimin’s neck to look him square in the face so quickly that you’re worried you might pull a muscle in your neck. “You’re not fucking funny.”

Jimin lets his head fall back to laugh hard enough that his eyes squeeze shut. It’s so endearing that you overlook such a bad joke. Pretty Boy Jimin seems to get away with a lot. You don’t mind it as much as you act like you do.

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #jimin x reader #jimin fanfic #bts smut #jimin smut #gimmethatagustd #blunt rotation

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gingernut1314 · 5 months ago

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How Can I Be Of Service?

Summary: You can't sleep and after Sanji comes and finds you, you think of a way he can help you spend the time.

Content: gender-neutral reader, Sanji getting flustered, nervous Sanji, pet names, french pet names, cigarette sharing, skinny dipping, slight gas lighting (in the past), Luffy being Luffy and getting Franky to join in

Word Count: 2.9K

A/N: I've had this one in the drafts for a little bit and felt that spark to finish it because Ooooh do I love myself a nervous and flustered Sanji. My favorite 🤤 I hope you all enjoy!

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The crew’s snoring melded and mixed with the sounds of the crackling fire and the waves crashing upon the sandy shore you all had decided to sleep on that night. Your captain had insisted you all to drink and party in celebration of finding this unoccupied island--said drink having knocked out several of your crew mates out cold.

You, on the other hand, were wide awake.

Even though the alcohol you had drunk made your eyes sting in sleep and the warm bodies of your crewmates pressed together in a huddled pile made your body relax, you couldn’t quite fall asleep.

It wasn’t abnormal for you to be unable to sleep upon land. It had been that way for you since childhood. You needed the rock of the sea, the creaking and moaning of the ship's wood, the lapping of waves against the hull. None of which you got on land.

So you lay awake, sleep rattling at your bones but never managing to pull you under fully.

You continued to try for hours.

You shut your eyes, counted sheep, and even turned so that your captain would stretch his arms around you, his warm and safe hold keeping you close. But still nothing and it had begun to frustrate you.

Slipping from your captain’s hold and carefully stepping over your snoring crewmates, you walked along the beach shore, hoping maybe a small walk would help tire you out.

You came to a stop before the Thousand Sunny floating a little ways in the sea, smiling proudly back at you.

Oh, how you longed to be back on the ship, to have your muscles instantly shift and sway with the ship’s rocking. To feel the salty sea breeze against your skin as you sailed through the endless expanse of the Grand Line.

You could suffer one sleepless night and in the morning, after Sanji cooked up a mouth-watery breakfast and coffee, you would be back aboard the Sunny and able to catch up on all the sleep you missed out on.

As you dug your toes into the sand, the chilled seawater kissing at your skin, the sound of sand crunching underfoot floated through your ears. You turned to find the chef himself making his way over to you, a lit cigarette between his lips.

“Couldn’t sleep?” He asked in way of greeting, coming to a stop next to you.

“How did you guess?” Sanji chuckled, passing his cigarette to you. You took it gratefully, raising the white roll to your lips to inhaled the warm, nicotine-riddled smoke. You passed the cigarette back to Sanji on your exhale, feeling your muscles begin to loosen and mind rush in a pleasant buzz.

“I heard you tossing and turning.” He spoke before fitting the cigarette between his full, heart-shaped lips. “Thought I would see if there was anything I could do to help.”

You watched him for a long moment. A moment you took to look over his thin yet muscled body which his blue and white striped, button-up shirt could hardly contain. Look over his arms, half exposed to the night air, which led to those skilled hands of his, one of which hid away in his pocket. You looked over his breathtaking features and those eyes of his, which were just as clear and blue as the afternoon sky. Took in that sandy blond hair, which your fingers itched to tuck away that longer bit behind his ear and expose his whole face to you.

You could.

You knew you could.

It would be so easy to reach your hand out and do what you wished. So easy to let your fingers feel over his smooth skin. So easy to pull him into you--to hold him in just the way you wanted.

You had done it before. Had shared drunken kisses and touches that left both of you panting and needing more. Touches and kisses you pretended never happened. Sanji would try but you were always so quick to shut him down. You shut him down even when it made you feel like a horrid person, seeing his big, blue puppy eyes look so wounded.

It was your overthinking brain.

It wouldn’t allow you to get close to him. Wouldn’t let your feelings free from the cage it had put around your heart.

You were scared of what acknowledging your feelings for him would mean. Scared that he might hurt you and you might hurt him.

You were tired of hurting him. Of letting your anxieties and worries get the better of you.

You wanted to let him be as close as he wished to be with you, but there was always that unknown--that but what if?

Sanji extended the cigarette out to you once more and you took it, breathing in the heavy air and begging it to relax your tensing body.

“I’m okay. Just--not used to sleeping on land.” Sanji nodded as you exhaled, his fingers brushing over yours as he took it from you. Your skin sparked and burned at the simple, unintentional touch.

“I’ve told you of Baratie?” Sanji questioned, taking another hit.

“The floating restaurant in the East Blue you grew up on? A little, yes.” Sanji smiled nostalgically as he thought of his home. A smile that stole your breath and made that itch to touch him grow near painfully.

“Yes. When I lived there, I hardly made the journey inland. Only long enough to gather supplies and be on my way. After joining Luffy, it took me a while to get used to sleeping so--still, when we stopped to rest on land.” He said in that smoothly accented way of his, handing you the cigarette once more. “So I understand.”

“Do you have any tips to help?” You asked on an exhale. Sanji shrugged, taking the slowly shrinking cigarette from you.

“I find I am a much lighter sleeper on land so I have yet to overcome it fully, but I could make you a cup of lavender tea? Maybe find you something more comfortable to sleep on than the sand?” You waved him off, turning your gaze back onto the dark waters of the sea, which the moon reflected and shone off of like a thousand diamonds had been scattered within its waters.

“I’m okay. Really. I’m not going to bother you any more than I already am.”

“You could never bother me, love.” Sanji quickly responded. You turned your gaze back upon him to find his cheeks flushing in a light dusting of pink. His eyes snapped towards the sea as soon as they met your own, something like panic flashing within their pretty depths.

Love.

The simple nickname always had your stomach freefalling upon hearing it. Always had your body tensing and that chaos within your chest rattling against its cage.

You’d snapped at him before for calling you that. Had snapped maybe one too many times at the man who was too kind to you. Who had never once snapped back even though he should have a million times over.

Sanji lifted the cigarette to his full lips again, the soft light from its smoldering end illuminating the soft curve of his nose and clean-shaven chin. The light disappeared behind that soft curtain of sandy blond hair that blocked the rest of his face from view.

And you wanted to tuck it behind his ear again. Wanted to run your fingers over his cheeks and lips and let his softness take away all your hardness.

Instead of giving in, you forced your fingers to grab hold of the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head.

“What--what are you doing?” Sanji sounded all so flustered, voice wavering in its typical smoothness. You smirked up at him as you tossed your shirt to the sand below.

“I’ve thought of a way you can help.” That dusting of pink deepened into a glowing red. You could all but see Sanji fighting his eyes to keep a hold of yours. To not dip lower to gaze upon all the skin you had just exposed.

“A-and how might I be of service?”

“Have you ever skinny-dipped before?” Sanji blinked down at you, his lips parting wide enough that the last half of his cigarette fell from his mouth.

“Skinny--skinny-dipping?” You nodded, going for the buttons of your pants.

“You had to have--living on that floating restaurant in the middle of one of the calmest seas there is.” You continued, yanking your pants and undergarments down and over your legs. Sanji was quick to avert his eyes toward the starry sky, shoving his fists into his pants pockets.

It was cute how much he wanted to respect your privacy.

“I--no.” You gasped loud and quick enough it startled the poor man. “What?” Seriousness had filtered into his voice, eyes scanning for any sort of danger that warranted your reaction. When nothing but you was found, that blush of his glowed just as bright as the stars he had been watching seconds ago. “It’s--I was busy.” He huffed at you.

“Busy.” You repeated, letting your playful smirk grow devious. “Or just chicken?” His brows furrowed and your nose was invaded by that silky cologne of his as he leaned down closer to you.

“I am hardly chicken.”

“I think you are.” You continued, moving closer into his orbit.

“Am not.” You quirked your brow, giving pause before you tucked your fists under your arms to create the illusion of wings.

“Bok bok bok bok.” Sanji huffed in astonished amusement at your flutter of movement and sound. Those blue eyes scanned over your face, full of too much joy in teasing him. His heart-shaped lips tugged at their sides.

“Oh--you’ve taken it too far now, mon chère.” A squealing laugh tore from your throat as Sanji scooped you up in his arms, nuzzling his nose to yours. You let him, cupping his burning cheek in your palm.

“Forgive--” But before you could even finish your laughing apology, Sanji was tossing you through the air.

The sharp yelp you let out was cut out by the warm waters of the sea washing over you, engulfing you in their watery darkness.

You stood, mouth agape from shock. Wet sand and bits of rock fitting between your toes as you struggled to find your footing. You had just begun to wipe stinging sea water from your eyes when the most beautiful sound called through the air.

It was Sanji’s laugh.

A laugh that started out as a whoosh of air from his lungs, before bellowing out the most lovely sound you had ever and would ever hear.

It was a laugh so powerful it had him folding over, hands on his knees as if it was the only thing keeping him from falling to the sand below.

It hadn’t been particularly funny, but Sanji was finding it hysterical.

“Haha. You got your payback.” You tried to keep your own laughter at bay, but that laugh of his always found a way to bring yours out. “Join me?” Sanji’s laughter died down at your question. You could almost feel the heat from his blush from where you had been thrown.

His fingers twitched, physically showing his nerves to you as he glanced back down the beach to where the rest of the crew still snoozed away.

“Turn around.” He insisted, turning those eyes back into you.

“Turn around?” You almost scoffed, but seeing his fingers twitch once more, you held your tongue. As soon as your back was turned, the Sunny’s smiling face greeting you, you threw the flustered chef a thumbs up.

You listened over the watery sounds of the sea for the rustle of clothes being shed and thrown to the ground. Listened so that as soon as you heard the harsh splashing of his entrance into the ankle-high water turn softer as the sand floor dipped deeper, you were turning to face him.

Sanji's face was nearly as red as one of the tomatoes he had used in the night's dinner. His body was too stiff and his eyes were wider than saucers.

You tried not to let your eyes linger too long over Sanji’s exposed body. Over his pale skin, which bore faded scars one was bound to receive after numerously dangerous adventures. Over his smooth chest and strong torsor, which slimmed as your eyes danced lower. Couldn’t possibly help but take in the sandy-colored trail of well-groomed hair which the eye happily followed to such imitate parts that had your own face heating.

The warm water flowed around the skin of your hips as you pulled closer to Sanji.

His eyes tracked you, his face growing so red you thought he might pop a vein. You stopped with hardly an arm's width of space between you two.

“You’re too cute when you’re all flustered like this.” You teased, leaning in that much closer just to make him squirm.

“I--I am not flust--” But before Sanji could finish, you were sending a small splash of salty water into his face.

“Payback for the payback.” You gave Sanji a little mischievous shrug, the chef giving a shocked laugh.

“Payback for--that’s not how that works.” He challenged, running his fingers through his now damp hair to keep it from covering his other eye.

“Yes, it is. Them’s the rules. Sorry.” You said in mock seriousness. Sanji laughed. A laugh that he tried to stifle as he made himself look just as serious about this matter as you pretended to be.

“You’re right. Rules are rules.” You only had a millisecond to spot the little smirk that pulled at Sanji’s lips before he sent an even bigger splash your way. You gave a playful yelp before you sent another splash his way.

Splash after splash after splash was sent back and forth, the space growing smaller and smaller between you two.

That golden laughter filled your ears just as strong hands grabbed you up into equally as strong arms, holding you close and making your skin burn.

“And I believe this makes,” Sanji laughed, fingers digging just enough into your sides to make you squirm and pull a fit of laughter from you. “Makes me the true winner of the night.”

“O-o-okay! Okay!” You shouted cheerfully, wiggling against his tickling hold. “You win!” Sanji stopped in his tickle attack, that stunning smile of his bright on his lips.

You let your laughter die out right alongside Sanjis. Laugher that stung at your cheeks sorely but you wouldn’t have traded it for the world.

“Thank you,” You started, once the sounds of the sea had overtaken the air once more. “for making sure I was okay. I really appreciate it.” You glanced away from his gaze, feeling like even saying this simple little thank you was stepping into “too serious” territory.

But…maybe you wanted to. Maybe you should just take that leap.

“And facing your skinnydipping fears for me.” You’re anxieties added. Sanji only chuckled with a shake of his head.

“Of course, love. I would overcome anything if it meant you would be alright.” Sanji’s blue eyes glanced away then too. Glanced away like he knew saying that was crossing into that solidily serious territory too.

And he looked all too beautiful in the moonlight, looking all flustered all over again.

You cupped his cheeks in your hands then, heart feeling like it was going to beat straight out of your chest.

“I’m--I’m going to kiss you,” Sanji’s eyes flew wide and that blush came flushing back to his cheeks. “And I’m--I’m going to mean it…we can see where this goes?” The purest look of joy sparked to Sanji’s face it made your heart ache and flutter all at once.

“Truly?” He asked hopefully. You gave him a simple nod back, pulling yourself closer to his face. Letting just the very tips of your noses brush.

Sanji’s breath hitched.

His grip tightened around you.

“Truly.” And that was all the confirmation Sanji needed before he was crashing his lips to yours. Lips so soft you felt as if you would melt right into them. Lips that tasted faintly of the cigarette you two had shared. A taste that was smokey and sweet and made your heart feel so so full.

“Awwww!” The high-pitched whine had you and Sanji jumping, teeth clashing against teeth in a not-so-nice way. Sanji gave a low curse, blue eyes shooting toward the beach to find your captain pacing at the edge of the shore restlessly. “Guysss! No fair! I want to join!” He shouted.

“No--Luffy do not.” Sanji shouted Luffy’s way.

“Just catch me,” Luffy shouted, already yanking his vest off his back. Mild panic clutched at your heart as you shimmied out of Sanji’s hold.

“Luffy--” You started to warn.

“CANNONBALL!” You snapped your head to the side just in time to see Franky’s tall head of blue hair disappear within the large splash of water he had created in his cannonballing.

“AWWWWW! Guys! Franky too? I’m coming in!” Luffy declared as he struggled to tug his pants off.

“No--” Sanji tried again, now rushing towards the shore as fast as the waters would allow.

“Gum-Gummmm---ROCKET!” And Luffy rocketed himself straight at Sanji, who took the hit with a loud oof before they disappeared under the dark waters.

And as you watched Sanji pull a limp-limbed Luffy back to the surface, your captain giggling up a storm, all you could do was laugh. A laugh Sanji took a moment to pause for and admire before he began shouting his displeasure Luffy’s way.

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heavyhitterheaux · 3 months ago

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Meet Me at the Altar Part 3

AN: Our wild ride finally comes to an end 💕

Synopsis: Both you and Joe have to get on the same page in regards to raising your daughter together while he also pleads for forgiveness for his actions towards you and asks for another chance to make it right

Pairing: Ex-fiance!Joe Burrow x Ex-Fiancée!Reader

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The new phone that you had recently purchased to contribute to your fresh start was constantly ringing and you had ignored it each time. When you glanced to see who it was that kept calling you repeatedly, it was no surprise.

The same number.

Over and over again.

And it was no one other than your older sister who you didn't consider to be your sister anymore, Marlene. She had to have gotten your new number from your mom's phone somehow because there was no way in hell you were about to give it to her willingly.

You would think that she would have stopped trying to talk to you by now because of her role in breaking up what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, but one thing that was for sure was how consistent she could be.

Consistent in calling you and consistent with sleeping with your fiancé.

Not once.

But multiple times.

Your mom told you that she had given birth to a baby boy and that Joe straight up told her to do the DNA test because he wouldn't take no for an answer.

Good for him for advocating for himself, but at this point it wasn't going to make a difference what the result came out to be.

You were never going to forgive him for as long as he walked this earth and more than likely even after that.

At this point, you could have cared less if it had come out to be his, but deep down you knew that it wasn’t.

Having about a month and a half to go with your pregnancy, reality was starting to hit you. Finding out the baby was a girl gave you a sense of excitement, but also dread. Because the picture perfect life you had dreamed of was pulled out right from under you.

Knowing that you and Joe would raise her, but not be together hurt to no end, but there was someone better out there for you that would give you the happily ever after that you deserved. Someone that hopefully wouldn't embarrass you at the altar. Because it was now evident as much as you wanted it to be Joe, that ship had sailed.

It was a hard pill to swallow, but all you could do was take it day by day and focus on having a healthy pregnancy.

The two of you rarely communicated and for good reason. You didn't have anything to say to him anymore because you were not going to subject yourself to being hurt again. No matter how many times he said that something like that wouldn't happen if you were to give him another chance. Every appointment that you went to, you sent him the ultrasound picture and he always asked if the baby was okay. Every single time your answer was always thumbs up and this had been going on ever since you left.

Well after you unblocked his number on your old phone of course.

It shouldn't have happened the first time with how much he said he loved and adored you.

He adored someone else so much that he went between her legs.

Your phone continued to ring and you quickly grew annoyed. Hoping to put an end to this once and for all, you answered.

And immediately regretted it.

“What do you want?” You asked her as you sat down in the nursery and started to organize all of the books you had bought her, Goodnight Moon being your all time favorite.

“Y/N! Thank God! I thought you would never answer.” Marlene breathed out as you did the hardest rolling of your eyes known to man.

“I only answered because if I didn't, your ass was going to keep calling me.” You told her flatly.

“Oh, well the baby isn't his…..”

“Okay? What am I supposed to do with that information?” You asked her unsure of what her motive was.

“I.. just thought you should know and I owe you an apology.”

“No apology will ever suffice for what you did to me. You could beg on your hands and knees until they were bleeding and I still wouldn't forgive you.”

“Y/N…. I'm….”

“No. Don't Y/N me and I could care less. You and Joe deserve every bad thing that comes your way and both of you can go and fuck yourselves. Oh, look! You already did that. Now do me a favor and never call me again. I don't have a sister anymore. Enjoy motherhood.”

Without another word, you hung up and promptly blocked her number before setting it back down on the table.

As the due date was getting closer and closer, you were dreading the fact that there were a few things that were housed in your previous Cincinnati home that you wanted.

The only way that was about to happen was if you went and got them yourself.

Because there were only two people who knew where they were-you and Joe. And you damn sure weren't asking him.

Now that meant trying to avoid Joe at all costs to get what you wanted.

That was when you got an idea.

The plan was to coordinate with Ja’Marr so that he would make sure Joe was out of the house while you went and grabbed everything you needed.

You would be able to make a quick getaway without having to deal with him or see him or breathe the same air as him.

Because that was the last thing you wanted to deal with and everything that came with it.

Joe would be pleading for you to take him back and your answer was the same on your almost wedding day as it is now.

A stone cold no.

Hoping that he would answer, you quickly opened up Facetime so that he would be able to see you. Even if he was one of Joe’s best friends, after everything that happened he would check on you on a weekly basis and always asked if you were okay or needed anything.

He was blindsided just as much as you were about the entire situation.

The phone didn't ring for a full thirty seconds before Ja'Marr's face came into view as he gave you a wide smile.

“Hey, Y/N. Everything good over there with you and the little one?”

“Hi, we're fine but I need you to do something for me.” You said as you bit your lip waiting for him to say yes.

“Sure, anything you need.”

“I need to come back to get a few things out of the house. Can you just make sure that Joe is occupied? I don't want to see him for obvious reasons.” You replied as you rolled your eyes as Ja'Marr gave you a slow nod in response.

“Yeah, that's not a problem. When did you plan on coming?”

“By the end of this week, so Friday more than likely.”

“Mind if we get lunch while you're here? Give us a chance to catch up.”

“Sure, I'd like that. I'll let you know all the details once I get everything figured out.”

“Okay, sounds good. Take care of yourself, Y/N.” Was the last thing he said to you before hanging up.

“I promise I'm trying to.” You whispered to a now unoccupied screen as your eyes started to water.

One thing you weren't prepared for was how lonely you had now become. Joe was your person who you would do everything with and always wanted to be around him and would get upset every time he had to leave the house instead of staying with you.

It's amazing how the tables had turned and turned so quickly that it honestly made your head spin.

Friday was now here and after you had gotten checked into your hotel and rested your eyes for about an hour or so, you sent a text to Ja'Marr to let him know that you were there.

The two of you agreed to meet up at one of your favorite restaurants in the city and you had been dying to get your hands on their footlong mozzarella sticks ever since you moved to Denver.

Ja’Marr paid for both of your meals before telling you that he was meeting with Joe as soon as the two of you left so that way the house would ultimately be clear.

You couldn’t face him, just yet.

You weren’t ready and needed a little bit more time.

However, time was running out seeing as you were getting closer and closer to your due date.

Pulling into the driveway of the house, it took everything in you for you not to cry.

You missed this.

And you missed him.

Parking and then pulling out your key that you should have gotten rid of months ago, you opened the front door and walked into the foyer.

It was as if no time had passed. Everything was still in its rightful place and you would think that there was a beautiful newlywed couple who lived there seeing as your engagement photos were still covering the walls of the hallway that led to the staircase that would take you upstairs to what once was your master bedroom.

When you walked in, you tried not to waste time as you headed straight for the closet and pulled out one of the many bags you had and began to throw different items into it.

As you were packing things as quickly as possible into your bag you heard the last thing that you expected.

Footsteps.

And not just any footsteps. They were Joe's because from the time you two were together, you memorized exactly what they sound like.

There was a time that you couldn’t wait to hear them coming up the steps, but now the only thing you were filled with was dread.

Sure enough, you heard him call your name.

“Y/N?” Joe said quietly from behind you.

Taking a deep sigh, you turned around and gave him a blank stare.

He was taking you in and once his eyes landed on your midsection he looked at you in disbelief not realizing how much the baby had actually grown since the last time he had seen you.

“I didn't know you were coming.”

“Because I didn't tell you and wasn’t going to tell you. And besides you didn't need to know.”

“Does this mean you're moving back? You came back to talk to me, right?” Joe asked hopeful and you looked at him confused.

“Joseph, I am literally packing a bag with the things that were still in this house that I wanted and I know you could see what I was doing from the door. What would make you think in your right mind that I came to talk to you? You weren't supposed to be here and weren’t supposed to know that I was even here in the first place.”

“But I live here…. And so do you.”

“I haven’t lived here in almost a damn year and I gave Ja'Marr instructions to make sure you were out of the house.”

Bottom line was that you were going to absolutely kill Ja'Marr.

“I… I thought you'd still be out. I just came to get a few of my things and I'll be gone.”

“But I don't want you gone. I…. please sweetheart just talk to me. I will literally do anything at this point. Marlene’s baby isn't mine.” Joe took a step forward to move closer to you and you immediately stepped back.

“I know. I been knew. And you have lost the right to call me sweetheart. I am simply Y/N to you, the mother of your unborn child. That’s it and that’s all.” You responded while shrugging.

“If you knew then why didn't you come back sooner? We have a lot to talk about. And you're pregnant. You shouldn't be by yourself anyway. What do you have like a month left? Not even a month actually.”

“Joseph, I didn't come back sooner because we don't have anything to talk about. You broke my trust as well as my heart and you are NEVER going to get either of them back. You think I would just forgive you and welcome you back with open arms? Come on now, you're smarter than that and both of us know it. I don't want to talk to Marlene for as long as I live and as far as I'm concerned, she's not my sister anymore. And as for you, if I wasn't carrying our child, you would have been dealt the same treatment. Why would I even want to be in the same room as either of you? This interaction has gone on for far too long too and I need to leave.”

“I… deserve that. But there has to be something I can do. Just tell me what it is and I'll do it! You are the only person I want to be with!” At this point, Joe was pleading with you, but all you continued to do was shake your head.

“You know what you can do?” You quietly said while looking at him and you suddenly felt your little girl kick catching you off guard and immediately went to the spot on your stomach where you felt it.

She had heard his voice, so you knew it was only a matter of time.

“Name it and it will be done.”

“Give me your hand.”

Joe did as he was told and you placed it directly on your belly where she had just kicked moments before hoping that she would do it again so that Joe would be able to feel it.

Your wish came true as Joe’s eyes went wide and it was almost as if she knew that it was his hand on your stomach and not yours.

Anytime she would hear his voice whether it be on the TV, TikTok or Instagram as you were reminiscing on what could have been, she would give you multiple kicks in a row. Even though she was still in your belly, she probably missed him as much as you did.

“You feel that? She does it everytime she hears your voice.”’

“I’ve missed out on so much.”

“And that’s no one’s fault but yours, but what I was going to say is raise our daughter and be the best possible father that you can be and teach her not to fall for fuck boys like you so she doesn't get her heartbroken like her mother did.”

“I…” Joe started to say as he opened his mouth, but immediately closed it again.

“Y/N, I just need another chance. We want to raise her together, don't we? I can’t do that if you don’t live here… and I don’t even know where you’ve been for the past eight months anyway! All I got were sonogram pictures and a thumbs up emoji when you actually remembered to send it!”

“You want to know where I’ve been? Trying to get the FUCK over you and what you did and it’s been so damn hard! You have no idea how I’ve felt and how sometimes I just want to pick up the phone and call you to hear your voice, but I CAN’T. You said you love me, but you LIED.” Now the tears were starting to build up in your eyes and it was only a matter of time before they actually fell.

This would be the most you cried over him in almost a year.

All the other times, you stopped yourself and could refrain from it, but seeing him here, in front of you was a completely different story.

“I didn’t lie and I still love you!”

“How can you say that when you SLEPT WITH MY SISTER? The most important person to me on the face of this earth besides you?! Utter BULLSHIT.”

“I know I messed up.”

“You did more than mess up and the fact that I found out all of this mere SECONDS before we were going to say ‘I do’. I know Robin and Jimmy raised you better than this, but sometimes shit like this just happens because you wanted to have your cake and eat it too. This conversation is going nowhere and I need to leave.” You told him as you zipped up your bag and was trying to walk around him, but was stopped as he grabbed your hand.

“Wait, just…”

“Joseph, I need you to get out of my….” You stopped mid sentence as a gush of liquid was felt and you silently cursed under your breath.

“No, not now, sweet girl. You couldn’t have waited until mommy was back home in Denver?”

“You’ve been in Denver?! And what is going on? Is that what I think it is?”

“My water broke, Joseph…..”

“Wait, just now? Like right now?” Joe asked and you looked at him dumbfounded.

“Are you stupid, simple, or slow? YES NOW AND I HAVE NONE OF MY THINGS WITH ME. It probably happened because you made me upset!”

“I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to talk to you. But I guess it works out right? I at least get to see her be born.”

“Just take me to the hospital, NOW.”

Luckily the hospital wasn’t far and you now found yourself in one of the birthing suites with the epidural already given and you were simply waiting to be ten centimeters dilated so that you would be able to begin pushing and finally meet your baby girl.

Joe had basically been silent the entire time really not knowing what to say, because at this point in time what could he say?

He had simply been giving you ice chips and putting a cool cloth on your forehead when you asked, but other than that, nothing.

“Y/N, shouldn’t you call your parents and maybe Camille? You’re already seven centimeters and I know you mentioned a while ago that was who you wanted to be here with you.”

“No, I’ll call them after she’s here.” You flatly said as you continued to play on your phone.

“Uh, are you sure? Because I can….”

“Leave it alone, I already told you what I wanted.”

It was quiet for a few minutes with the only noise in the room being the TV, when Joe suddenly opened his mouth when he came to a realization.

“Well, since you’re having her here, you should stay for a while. That way I can help you.”

“No.”

“Y/N, let’s be realistic. You are not getting on a plane with my newborn daughter. Can you imagine all that she’ll be exposed to? I know you’re mad at me and I get that, but we have to be logical about this. It’s for your own safety and hers. I want to be a part of her life and you need to let me do that and stop shutting me out. Yes, I fucked up and ruined our relationship, but don’t ruin my relationship with her. I can’t be a good father if her mother is going to keep her away from me.”

Joe spoke up again since you had remained quiet and crossed your arms.

“I.. actually have a nursery in the house for her hoping that you would come back. She has everything that she could possibly need in there and of course all your clothes are still in the closet. I haven’t touched anything since you left and I can get you set up in the guest bedroom since I know you’ll want your own space. And whatever she needs or whatever you need, I’ll buy it. You just have to tell me. I know this is probably not the time, but I do still love you and will always help you if you need me.”

“Three months at most, that’s it.” You quietly said agreeing with him and Joe nodded satisfied with your answer.

Ten years later

Joe spotted Maddox as she made her way outside of the airport doors in order to meet him. He was taking her in and couldn’t get over how tall she had gotten since the last time he had seen her in person. When she finally noticed him, she ran full force into his arms and received a bone crushing hug in return.

“Hi daddy! I missed you!” She told him as they finally broke apart and Joe placed her suitcase in the backseat while opening the front passenger side door for her.

“I missed you too, baby girl. Your flight was okay?”

“Yes! The nice flight attendant gave me extra snacks. I think she did that because she recognized me as being your daughter.”

“Hmm, what do you think gave it away? Only thing you might have is my eyes. Everything else you got from your gorgeous mother.”

“No, I told her that you were my dad and showed her a picture so there was no way that she could have denied it.”

“Mads…. What have I told you about doing that?” Joe asked as he pulled off and was headed towards the highway which was the fastest way to get back home.

“Daddy, I was hungry. Mom didn’t pack me enough snacks! I only use that trick when I have to.”

“And don’t make it a habit.”

“I promise I won’t. I can’t believe I get to be with you for the entire summer.”

“I know, I’m excited about that too, I have plenty of plans for us but if there is anything specific that you want to do, you just have to tell me, okay?”

“Okay, I will. Daddy?”

“What’s up, princess?”

“Can you keep a secret?” She asked as her big blue eyes resembling his stared at him.

“Of course, what’s the secret?”

“Mommy is getting married.”

The second those words left her mouth, Joe’s heart dropped.

“Oh.”

“I really like him and she’s happy. But…..”

“But, what?”

“He’s not you. I want you and mommy to be together and get married.” Maddox quietly confessed before staring out the window at the different buildings passing by.

“Well that was a reality once and I blew it.” Joe told Maddox, but of course she didn’t know the full story and she might not ever know. He knew for a fact that she would look at him differently if she did.

“Why can't you just say sorry?”

“It’s a little more complicated than that, sweetheart.”

“If two people love each other, the last thing it should be is complicated. And as much as she loves Josh, she still loves you too and I can see it.”

“Mads, if an opportunity comes about for me to be with your mother again I’m all for it. But for now my only focus is being an amazing dad to you.”

“Daddy, you’re amazing and I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my dad and I love that grown up answer, but I think you need to crash the wedding and get your girl back.”

—-

Fluttering your eyes open, you were awakened by your husband placing kisses all over your face, ultimately startling you.

It took you a second for your eyes to focus, but when they did Joe was staring at you with a smile on his face, while you were looking at him confused quickly making him grow concerned.

“You okay, babe? You told me to not let you sleep too long since we have to get ready for the rehearsal dinner.” He asked you as he helped you sit up.

“Oh, um what rehearsal dinner?” You asked and Joe looked at you confused.

“Are you feeling okay? Is this your way of telling me that you don't want to marry me anymore?” He jokingly asked, but you were just trying to wrap your mind around everything.

There was no way you dreamed that entire thing.

It felt a little too real.

“No, I just…”

“And I'll pack some Zofran for you just in case baby Burrow makes you nauseous like she did earlier at your appointment. Oh, sorry baby, I didn't mean to cut you off. What were you saying?” He told you as he made sure to grab it and set it by the purse that more than likely you would be carrying.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Two hours at most. You didn't really sleep a lot last night, remember?”

“Oh, right.”

“Sweetheart, you really have me nervous right now. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?” He asked as he had now sat down next to you and promptly pulled you onto his lap.

“You'd never cheat on me, right? Especially with my sister?” You blurted out and Joe instantly got a look of confusion and disbelief across his face.

“Baby, what in the world are you talking about? I would never cheat on you, much less with your own sister. How fucked up is that? And where is this even coming from?!”

“I just needed you to answer my question.”

“But something obviously had to cross your mind for you to ask me that, so spill it.”

“I guess I dreamed the entire thing. You literally told me at the altar before we were about to say our vows that you cheated on me with her and that she was pregnant. It didn't actually turn out to be yours, but…”

Joe stared at you with a tight lipped smile and was sincerely trying to wrap his mind around this.

“Y/N, you are literally the only person that I want to spend the rest of my life with and there is no way I would fuck that up. I asked you to marry me for a reason. I love you and only you. Understand?”

“Got it and I love you too.”

“Now go ahead and get ready while baby Maddox is behaving herself.” He told you before kissing you and sliding you off of his lap so that you could stand up.

Hearing him say her name felt like a punch to the gut and there was absolutely no way your dream was just a dream. It had to be a premonition of some sort of what was to come in the future.

The future that was just three days away.

When you and Joe walked down the aisle.

Shaking it off knowing that Joe would never hurt you that way, you set your focus on getting ready for the rehearsal dinner.

He watched you walk towards the bathroom and closed the door before pulling out his phone and opening his text messages.

Joe- What happened last weekend can never happen again.

Marlene- No, I agree. But you said the same thing after the first time.

Joe- I'm serious this time. She literally woke up and told me in her dream I cheated on her with you and got you pregnant. Had me low key panicking that she knows.

Marlene- Well the first part is correct, the second part not so much. And she doesn’t know anything. Don’t be stupid, Burrow.

Joe- Whatever this is, it's done.

Marlene- Just one more? Meet me after the rehearsal dinner when she falls asleep. She'll be out cold since she's a heavy sleeper.

Joe- Marlene…..

Marlene- This is it, promise. Then you get to live your little perfect cookie cutter life with her.

Joe- And then we don't speak about this ever again and I mean it.

Marlene- Whatever you say, Burrow 😉

As Joe stared down at the text thread, he sighed deeply to himself and knew that he had to cut Marlene off and do it for good before this got any messier. But… what you didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt you, right?

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2b4st4r · 1 month ago

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Explained distance

Zoro x reader

!!SMUT WARNING!!

Minors dni

Words: 7,621

Summary: Ever since you joined the crew, zoros been unfortunately distant, your determination to find out takes over your mind.

Warnings: sexual content/smut, consensual sexual content, degrading, praise, mild pain/discomfort, mistakes, p in v, bottom reader, top zoro, female reader, fingering, semi public ig??

I have NEVER written smut before so I hope this was at least decent. And I hope I did this right..

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The Thousand Sunny had quickly become your home, a vibrant, chaotic, and unbelievably welcoming place. You’d integrated seamlessly, laughing with Usopp and Chopper, swapping stories with Robin, getting pulled into Nami’s schemes, cooking with Sanji, listening to Brook’s terrible jokes, and even finding a strange, quiet camaraderie with Franky. You’d gotten close to everyone on the Straw Hat crew, becoming an undeniable part of their madcap family. Everyone, that was, except for Roronoa Zoro.

It didn't make sense, not to you anyway. You were a swordsman, too. Not on his level, of course – no one was – but you knew your way around a blade. You understood the weight of the hilt, the balance of the steel, the rhythm of a fight. You thought that shared connection would be a bridge between you, a silent understanding. Instead, there was just... silence. A constant, almost palpable distance that left you wondering what you were missing, or what he was even thinking.

You had tried. You really, truly had. You weren't one to give up easily, especially when something just didn't add up.

There was that one time, not long after you joined, when you spotted him napping on the deck, a rare moment he wasn't actively training or getting lost. You thought, "This is it, a calm moment, perfect for a casual chat." You walked up, a friendly smile on your face, and softly said, "Hey, Zoro." He stirred, grunted something unintelligible, and then, with a fluidity that was almost impressive, simply got up and walked away, leaving you standing there, feeling utterly foolish.

Then there was dinner. Meal times on the Sunny were always boisterous, a chaotic symphony of laughter and flying food. You figured if you just sat near him, even if you didn't talk, you could at least exist in his space. One evening, you saw an empty spot next to him at the table and, seizing the opportunity, you confidently took the seat. You were barely settled when he looked over, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, and then, without a word, he picked up his plate and moved to the other side of the table, leaving you once again feeling like you had the plague. It was baffling, frankly. Every attempt to bridge the gap between you seemed to just widen it.

The silence from him was maddening. You were dying for even a single word to be directed at you, something, anything, to acknowledge your existence beyond a shared space on the ship. You didn't even care if it was him yelling at you, telling you to get lost, or complaining about your presence. At least that would be something.

So, you resorted to drastic measures. You started trying to piss him off.

One afternoon, you saw him walking across the deck, heading towards his favorite napping spot. An idea, mischievous and desperate, sparked in your mind. As he passed, you "accidentally" stuck your foot out, just enough to catch his ankle. He stumbled, catching himself with a surprised grunt, and you immediately plastered on your most innocent, apologetic smile. "Oh my gosh, Zoro! I am so sorry! I completely tripped over my own feet!"

He slowly turned, his single visible eye narrowed, and he looked you up and down, a long, assessing gaze that made your heart pound with a strange mix of anticipation and dread. Was this it? Was he finally going to snap? He just let out a low, exasperated huff, turned back around, and continued on his way as if nothing had happened.

Even Luffy, who usually found everything amusing, tilted his head. "Shishishi! That's not normal, Zoro usually yells when someone trips him!" he chirped, before going back to whatever game he was playing.

It was true. No matter what you did—whether it was "accidentally" knocking over his weights, "misplacing" his katanas (only for a few minutes, of course, you weren't that crazy), or even humming off-key near him—Zoro just ignored you. It was like you were a ghost, an inconvenient breeze, anything but a person he needed to acknowledge.

The sun was high, warm and inviting, casting a golden glow over the deck of the Thousand Sunny. Nami, Robin, and you were sprawled out on towels, enjoying a rare moment of peace, soaking up the rays. But even the perfect weather couldn't soothe your simmering frustration.

"I just don't get it!" you huffed, flipping over onto your stomach, propping your chin on your hands. "I've tried everything! I've said hello, I've tried sitting next to him, I've even tried to annoy him, and he just... ignores me!"

Nami chuckled, adjusting her sunglasses. "Maybe he just doesn't like small talk, Y/n. Zoro's not exactly the most social one of the bunch."

"But it's not just small talk!" you insisted, throwing your hands up in exasperation. "I tripped him! Accidentally, of course," you added quickly, though a small, guilty smile played on your lips. "And he just huffed! Not a word! Not even a glare! Luffy said it wasn't normal!"

Robin, ever calm and observant, opened one eye. "Perhaps he perceives your attempts as a challenge, or simply doesn't see the need for extensive interaction. He is quite focused on his training."

"But I'm a swordsman too!" you whined, feeling a little childish but unable to stop yourself. "I thought we'd have that in common! I thought he'd at least, I don't know, acknowledge that! He moved his whole body from the dinner table just to avoid sitting next to me! Who does that?!" You flopped back onto your towel, staring up at the clear blue sky. "It's like I'm invisible to him. Like I don't even exist. It's so weird! Does he hate me? What did I even do?"

"I just... I've faced down sea kings, I've fought marines, I've even survived luffy's cooking— that says a lot," you muttered, pulling your knees to your chest. "But this? This silent treatment? It's like a new level of torture! I've never felt so utterly dismissed by anyone before. It's worse than being yelled at, worse than being attacked, because at least then you know where you stand! With him, it's just... nothing. A void."

You sighed dramatically, turning your head to look at Robin. "What do I do? Is there some secret Zoro-language I'm not speaking?"

Robin smiled gently, her eyes still closed against the sun. "Perhaps the issue is not in the language you speak, but in the questions you are asking, or rather, not asking. Sometimes, the most direct path to understanding another's silence is to simply inquire about it. Have you considered approaching him, not with an agenda to annoy or to force interaction, but simply to observe and to ask what might be on his mind, or why he prefers solitude?" Her tone was soft, but her words carried a quiet weight, suggesting a depth you hadn't considered.

Nami, however, snorted, pushing her sunglasses up her nose. "Seriously, Y/n? Why does it even bother you so much? It's Zoro! He's always like that. He's a man of few words, and even fewer social graces. Just let him be."

"Ugh!" you groaned, burying your face in your towel. "I don't know! That's the thing! I honestly don't know why it bothers me so much! It's just... I feel this desperate need to get close to him, to understand him. When he's near, there's this weird pull, like I'm constantly aware of his presence, and when he ignores me, it just... it feels like a punch to the gut. It's so frustrating!"

Nami's eyes widened behind her sunglasses, and then a slow, dawning realization spread across her face. Her jaw dropped, and she slapped a hand over her mouth, but not before yelling, a little too loud, "Oh shit... you LIKE Zoro?!"

Your jaw dropped in turn, your face flushing a furious red. "No! It's not like that!" you sputtered, scrambling to sit upright.

Robin, ever serene, merely tilted her head slightly, a faint, knowing smile playing on her lips. "From an objective perspective, Y/n," she observed, her voice calm and measured, "the emotional intensity you describe, coupled with your persistent attempts to bridge a perceived distance, does tend to align with the initial stages of romantic interest."

"No! No way!" you insisted, shaking your head vigorously, your face still burning. "He's... he's always sleeping! And he gets lost constantly! It's infuriating! And he's so quiet, it's like talking to a brick wall! He's grumpy, and he smells like... well, like sweat and swords! And he never smiles, not really, just that terrifying smirk when he's about to cut something in half!"

You paused, taking a breath, your mind racing for more reasons, but your voice began to falter. "And... and he's always training, always pushing himself, even when he's exhausted. And when he does fight, it's... it's incredible, isn't it? The way he moves, so precise and powerful. And sometimes, when he's just sitting there, quiet, he looks... really peaceful. Like he's carrying the weight of the world but still standing strong. And his muscles are... well, they're definitely there. And his hair, it's so green, you can always spot him in a crowd, even if he's trying to get lost..."

Your voice trailed off, the frantic energy draining from you. The reasons you were listing to deny your feelings had somehow morphed into a list of things you found undeniably captivating about him. The deck fell silent, save for the gentle lapping of waves against the ship and the distant sound of Luffy's laughter. Nami and Robin watched you, their expressions unreadable, but you could feel the weight of their gaze.

A slow, creeping warmth spread from your chest, not from the sun, but from the undeniable truth that was now staring you in the face. All those attempts to get his attention, all that frustration, the desperate need for him to see you... it wasn't just about swordsmanship or camaraderie. It was something else entirely.

You swallowed hard, your gaze fixed on the distant horizon, a faint whisper escaping your lips. "...Oh. Oh, crap. I... I think I do."

Nami's mouth, which had been agape, slowly curved into a mischievous smirk. She pulled her sunglasses down her nose, revealing eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and a touch of "I told you so."

"Oh, crap is right!" Nami burst out, a loud laugh bubbling up. "I knew it! The way you've been obsessing over him, the way you get all flustered! It was so obvious! You really like the moss-head, huh?" She leaned back, a triumphant grin on her face. "Well, this is going to be fascinating to watch. Good luck getting him to notice anything besides his swords and his next nap spot."

Robin, on the other hand, simply closed her eyes again, a soft, knowing smile gracing her lips. "Indeed," she murmured, her voice a gentle, almost melodic hum. "The human heart often finds its own unique paths, even towards those who appear... less inclined to acknowledge them. It merely confirms my earlier observation." She didn't seem surprised in the slightest, as if she'd been reading the subtle currents of your emotions all along.

You just groaned again, burying your face in your hands. This was worse than fighting a whole crew of Marines. This was feelings. And they were for Zoro.

You groaned again, pulling your hands down to cover your burning eyes. "Oh, this is just... this is a nightmare! What do I do?! How do you even... how do you even talk to someone who actively avoids you?!"

Nami tapped her chin thoughtfully, her earlier amusement giving way to a more strategic glint in her eyes. "Hmm. Well, the direct approach clearly isn't working. And trying to annoy him just makes him... huff. With Zoro, you can't just tell him things, you have to make him realize them. Or, better yet, make him need you for something. He's surprisingly simple when it comes to his core needs. Maybe you need to get him lost, then be the only one who can find him? Or accidentally 'borrow' his swords right before a fight, then return them at the last second, making yourself indispensable?" She grinned, clearly enjoying the plotting. "Or, here's a thought: just ignore him back! See how he likes being the one on the receiving end of the cold shoulder!"

Robin, meanwhile, offered a more contemplative approach. "Nami's suggestions, while... spirited, may not yield the desired depth of connection. Perhaps a more subtle approach is required. Observe him, Y/n. Not just his actions, but the moments of quiet, the subtle shifts in his demeanor. What truly captures his attention beyond his training? What brings him a moment of genuine, unburdened peace? Sometimes, the most profound connections are forged not through direct confrontation, but through shared, unspoken understanding. Offer a presence, not a pursuit. And remember, patience is a virtue, particularly when attempting to unravel the complexities of a man like Zoro."

You peeked out from between your fingers, first at Nami, then at Robin. "Okay, Nami," you began, a hesitant smile on your face, "I appreciate the... enthusiasm behind your ideas. And the 'make him need me' thing is... well, it's definitely a strategy. But 'getting him lost' and 'borrowing his swords' feels a little... uh... extreme? And possibly dangerous? I don't want to end up on the wrong end of a Wado Ichimonji, even if it's 'accidental'."

You then turned to Robin, a hopeful but slightly bewildered expression on your face. "And Robin, your advice is... very profound, as always. But 'observe his moments of quiet' and 'offer a presence, not a pursuit,' and 'unraveling his complexities'... could you, maybe, just... dumb it down for me? Like, what does that actually look like in practice? Because right now, all I'm seeing is him ignoring me, and all I'm feeling is confused."

Nami let out an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes dramatically before sliding her sunglasses back down over them. "Honestly, Y/n," she muttered, settling back onto her towel, "you're making this harder than it needs to be."

Robin, however, simply chuckled softly, a warm, melodic sound. She opened her eyes, looking directly at you with a gentle gaze. "My apologies, Y/n. Sometimes my explanations can be... layered. To simplify: Instead of trying to make him talk to you, or make him react, try simply being near him without any expectation. When he's training, perhaps train nearby, not directly with him, but in his vicinity. When he's napping, find a quiet spot to read or relax in the same area. Don't demand his attention, just... exist.

"And 'observe' means," she continued, a faint smile playing on her lips, "pay attention to what he does when he's not actively avoiding you. What makes him pause? What does he look at? Does he ever seem to relax his guard? Sometimes, the most telling conversations are those held without words. And remember, Zoro is like a very old, very sturdy tree. You cannot force it to grow faster, but with consistent, gentle presence, it may eventually offer its shade."

You nodded slowly, processing Robin's simplified advice. "Okay... okay, I think I get it. Just... be there. Don't push. Let him come to me." You repeated the words, trying to make them fit.

Then, your expression shifted. A flicker of something restless and determined entered your eyes. You paused, the thoughtful look fading, replaced by a familiar stubbornness. "But that's... that's just not me," you admitted, a groan escaping your lips. The idea of passive observation, of waiting patiently, felt utterly alien to your nature.

Suddenly, you sprang to your feet, a renewed spark of defiance in your stance. "That's it!" you declared, planting your hands on your hips. "I'm not waiting around for him to notice me. I'm going to force him to talk to me."

Nami, who had been lazily stretching, snapped her head up, a wide, excited grin splitting her face. "Now that's more like it!" she cheered, clapping her hands together. "Finally, some action! Go get 'em, Y/n! Let's see what kind of chaos you can stir up now!" She leaned forward, clearly anticipating the spectacle.

Robin merely watched you stand, her serene expression unwavering. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her, and a small, knowing smile played on her lips. "A direct approach, then," she mused softly, her gaze following you as you turned. "An interesting variable in the equation. Do be careful not to damage any important ship components in your... pursuit, Y/n." Her tone held no judgment, only a quiet observation, as if she were watching a fascinating experiment unfold.

The next few days became a blur of increasingly desperate attempts to corner the green-haired swordsman. You tried approaching him while he was lifting weights, striding up with a confident "Hey, Zoro!" only for him to grunt something about Luffy needing him right now and walk off, leaving you talking to thin air and a pile of barbells. You tried catching him on deck, near the crow's nest, but he'd suddenly remember an urgent need to clean his swords, disappearing before you could get a word in. Every time, he had an excuse, a grumble, or simply a dismissive turn of his back. It was like he had a sixth sense for your approach, a Zoro-radar specifically tuned to avoid you.

That was the past. Today is today. And today, you were done with subtle hints, done with "accidents," and definitely done with trying to catch him unawares. You had a new plan, born from sheer, unadulterated frustration and a healthy dose of your own stubbornness.

You spotted your chance when Zoro, grunting with effort, hoisted a heavy-looking crate and disappeared below deck. Sweat glistened on his skin as he navigated the narrow passages, moving things around with surprising focus. This was it. No escape routes, no convenient naps, no Luffy needing him.

A few minutes after he'd gone down, you followed, your heart pounding with a mix of trepidation and fierce resolve. The cargo hold was dimmer than the deck, filled with the scent of wood and salt, and the air felt heavy. You found him, just as he was setting down the last box. He stretched his back, letting out a low grunt of satisfaction. Before he could even turn around, you spoke, your voice firm.

"Zoro."

He stiffened, slowly turning to face you. His eye narrowed, and you could see the familiar pattern beginning: the slight shift of weight, the almost imperceptible movement designed to slip past you. But you were ready.

"Don't you dare move," you said, stepping forward, your voice surprisingly steady. "We need to talk."

Zoro's single eye landed on you, but almost immediately flicked to a spot just beyond your left shoulder, anywhere but meeting your gaze. His jaw was tight, his posture already coiling as if preparing for a sudden dodge.

But you were faster. The frustration of weeks, the sting of every dismissal, every averted glance, boiled over. You weren't holding back this time.

"Don't you dare look away from me, Roronoa Zoro!" you practically yelled, your voice echoing slightly in the hold. "What is your problem?! Do you have any idea how infuriating it is to be constantly ignored?! I've tried talking to you, I've tried sitting next to you, I've even tried to annoy you just to get a single word out of you! And all I get is grunts, huffs, and your back walking away!"

You gestured wildly, feeling the surge of emotion make you bold. "I get it, you're the quiet type, the brooding swordsman, whatever! But we're nakama! We're on the same ship! Everyone else has welcomed me, talked to me, shared stories, something! But you? It's like I'm a ghost, an inconvenience, a piece of furniture you wish wasn't there! What did I do? Is it my swordsmanship? Am I not good enough? Do you just hate me for no reason?!"

Your chest heaved, adrenaline coursing through you. You were so tired of the confusion, the self-doubt, the feeling of being utterly invisible to him. "Just tell me! Give me a reason! A real reason! Anything other than just walking away like I don't exist!"

Zoro's jaw clenched, the muscle flexing under his skin. His single, visible eye, which had been stubbornly fixed on the wall, finally, slowly, swung to meet yours. The usual indifference, the distant weariness, was gone, replaced by a raw, almost desperate intensity that took your breath away. He held your gaze, his chest heaving slightly from the earlier effort, and a low, guttural growl escaped him.

"Damn it," he rasped, his voice rough and laced with an unfamiliar strain. "It's not hate. It's because... because if I didn't ignore you, I'd just do this."

And then, before you could even process his words, his lips crashed against yours.

Your eyes, already wide with shock from his sudden confession and the unexpected contact, grew even larger as his lips met yours. It was a firm, almost bruising press, tasting faintly of salt and something uniquely him. Your mind reeled, a thousand thoughts colliding—he kissed me? did he just say what I think he said?—and for a critical second, you remained utterly still, unresponsive.

He pulled back, a harsh, almost pained breath escaping him. His single eye, still locked with yours, was now clouded with regret, a flicker of vulnerability you hadn't seen before. "I knew I shouldn't have," he muttered, his voice rough, already turning to walk away, to retreat back into his familiar silence and distance.

But this time, you weren't letting him. The shock dissipated, replaced by a surge of understanding, of relief, and a desperate, undeniable need. Your hand shot out, not thinking, not planning, just acting. Your fingers fisted in the soft fabric of his plain white shirt, right over his stomach, and with a strength born of pure emotion, you tugged. Hard.

He stumbled back, thrown off balance, and your bodies collided. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders, gripping him, and you rose onto your toes, bringing your lips crashing back against his. This kiss was different. It was desperate, a raw, demanding plea for connection that spoke volumes of everything you hadn't been able to say. Your mouth opened, a soft gasp escaping, and his lips, initially hesitant, responded, a deep, consuming fire igniting between you. It was a kiss of release, of unspoken understanding, of a tension that had been building between you since the moment you stepped onto this ship. It was a kiss that promised no more ignoring.

The initial surprise of his kiss had melted away, replaced by a searing, undeniable heat. Your fingers tightened on his shirt, clinging to him as the kiss deepened, becoming more desperate, more demanding. His hands, rough and calloused, found your waist, gripping you with a possessive strength that pulled you flush against his solid form. Every inch of you was pressed against him, and a soft moan escaped your throat, lost between your lips.

It was a consuming inferno, born of weeks of unspoken tension and raw, unleashed longing. You broke apart, gasping for air, your lungs burning, but the separation lasted only a fraction of a second. Your eyes, still wide and dazed, met his, reflecting the same hunger you felt. Without a word, he nudged you back, a slight push that sent you stumbling a step. You hit the wooden wall of the cargo hold with a soft thud, the unyielding surface a stark contrast to the burning intensity of his touch. He followed, caging you between his body and the hard planks, and his lips claimed yours once more, even more fiercely than before.

The world narrowed to the feel of his body pressed against yours, the scent of him, the intoxicating taste of his lips. Your hands, driven by instinct, abandoned his shoulders and tangled in the short, moss-green strands of his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until your head spun. Every touch, every desperate groan, stoked the flames higher. The air in the hold grew thick, charged with the palpable friction between you.

Then, he abruptly pulled away, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your forehead. His single eye, still dark with desire, searched yours, a flicker of doubt in its depths. His voice was a low, hoarse whisper, raw with exertion.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his grip on your waist tightening almost imperceptibly, as if seeking reassurance before going further.

You laughed, a breathless, shaky sound that was half disbelief, half pure exhilaration. "Are you sure? Are you kidding?" you gasped, your own lungs burning for air, for more of him. "Just fuck me already."

A slow, predatory smirk stretched across Zoro’s lips, a silent answer that sent a shiver down your spine. His mouth crashed back onto yours, a raw, hungry devourment. Almost simultaneously, his large, calloused hands slid beneath the hem of your shirt, cool against your heated skin. He pulled away from your lips just long enough to grasp the fabric, lifting it expertly over your head and tossing it aside, leaving your upper body exposed to the dim light of the cargo hold.

He lowered his head, his breath hot against your skin as he peppered hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, trailing down your neck, over your shoulder, and across your sensitive collarbone. His fingers fumbled, a rare moment of uncertainty for the swordsman, before the soft clicks of your bra clasps echoed in the quiet space. With a practiced motion, he pulled the lace away, letting it fall to the floor.

Your breasts, now entirely exposed, rose and fell with your ragged breathing. His single eye, dark with desire, drank in the sight. A low, reverent rumble vibrated in his chest. "Beautiful," he mumbled, a rough, almost inaudible word. Then, he was on them, his mouth hot and wet, suckling lightly, sending jolts of pleasure straight through you. "Such a good girl," he rasped between heated kisses, his words a primal hum against your skin, driving you further into the intoxicating haze.

Your hands, desperate and seeking purchase, tightened in Zoro’s hair, your knuckles white against the dark green. A searing heat pulsed between your legs, a throbbing ache that demanded release. "Zoro..." you moaned, the word a breathless plea torn from your throat, your head falling back against the cool wood of the wall.

He pulled his mouth from your breast, leaving a slick, tingling trail in his wake. His gaze, heavy-lidded and intense, dropped to your hands, which had instinctively moved to the waistband of your pants. Your fingers plucked restlessly at the fabric, a silent, urgent invitation, almost succeeding in pulling them down over your hips. His own hand followed the path your fingers had blazed, his touch sending a fresh wave of shivers through you. His calloused fingertips brushed lightly against the juncture of your thighs, a teasing pressure that made you gasp.

He leaned in close, his warm breath ghosting over your ear, his voice a low, husky rumble that vibrated deep within you. "Please what, Y/n?" he murmured, the question a deliberate torment, each word laced with a knowing amusement that only heightened your desperation. He lingered there, his fingers still lightly grazing, promising and yet withholding, drawing out the exquisite agony. "Tell me what you want."

You whimpered, a soft sound lost in the dimness of the cargo hold, and instinctively rubbed your thighs together, seeking even a hint of the pressure you craved. Your eyes squeezed shut for a moment, heat flooding your face, before fluttering open to meet Zoro's intense gaze. The silence stretched, filled only with the ragged rhythm of your breaths.

He leaned in closer, his voice a low, teasing murmur that sent shivers down your spine. "Come on, sweetheart," he coaxed, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, just above your hips, "say it louder."

"Please..." you mumbled, your voice barely a whisper, your cheeks heating even further. "Please just... fuck me. I can't wait any longer." The words, though quiet, were clear enough for him to hear.

A slow, satisfied grin spread across his face, a flash of pure, unadulterated triumph. Without breaking eye contact, his hands moved with a practiced ease, swiftly pulling down your pants, the soft material pooling around your ankles.

You swiftly finished shucking off your pants, lifting your ankles to kick them free, sending the fabric scattering on the floor. Zoro's gaze followed every movement, his grin widening. Then, his rough, calloused fingers, surprisingly gentle, found their way to your lace panties, pressing firmly against your pulsing core. He teased you through the delicate material, a light, circular motion that sent a jolt of exquisite sensation straight through you. A choked whine escaped your lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated need.

He chuckled, a low, husky sound that vibrated against your skin as he dipped his head, placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss just below your navel. "So wet for me already, hm?" he rumbled, his breath hot against your lower stomach, the sensation both intimate and utterly overwhelming. His tongue flickered out, tracing a burning path along your skin, circling just above the lace, hinting at the depths he was about to explore. Each stroke of his finger, each brush of his breath, stoked the fire within you, making your hips instinctively tilt into his hand, begging for more.

Your hips instinctively arched, rubbing against his teasing fingers, an involuntary movement born of desperate need. Zoro's other hand flattened against your lower stomach, pressing you firmly back against the cool, wooden wall, effectively pinning you and halting your restless movements.

"Stop moving," he grumbled, his voice a low, rough command under his breath, his breath ghosting over your skin. The pressure from his first hand eased, his fingers stopping their direct assault on your aching core. Instead, they moved to the side of your lace panties, his thumb and forefinger plucking lightly at the delicate fabric, teasing it away from your skin, stretching the lace just enough to hint at the promise beneath. It was a deliberate, slow torture, a silent assertion of control that left you breathless and trembling, anticipating his next move.

With a decisive movement, Zoro finally pulled your panties down, the flimsy lace joining your pants in a heap around your ankles. His gaze dropped, consuming the sight, and a low, soft whistle escaped his lips—a rare sound of pure appreciation.

"You're fucking soaked," he rasped, his voice thick with desire, his single eye glinting with dark amusement as he took in your flushed, exposed core. He then knelt, slowly, deliberately, bringing himself to eye level with your trembling thighs. Your breath hitched in your throat as his thick, calloused finger, surprisingly delicate, reached out. He traced the very edge of your swollen clit, not pressing, just outlining it, a whisper-light touch that promised everything and delivered nothing but exquisite torment. The slow, circling motion sent shivers like electric currents straight to your core, making your hips involuntarily tilt forward, a silent plea for more.

Your desperate hip tilt was met with a firm hand from Zoro, pressing against your thigh, stopping any further movement. A choked whine escaped your lips as he pulled his hand away from your clit entirely, leaving you aching and deprived.

"I said don't move," he rumbled, his voice a low warning that sent shivers through you despite the searing heat building between your legs. His gaze, dark and unyielding, pinned you to the wall. "You do wanna be fucked, don't you?"

"Y-yes... yes, I do, Zoro..." you whimpered, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush, your cheeks flushing with a desperate need. You couldn't tilt your hips anymore, held captive by his command and his hand.

Then, his finger returned, not to your clit this time, but shifting lower, his touch a feather-light tease before he found your hole. His finger didn't fully enter, but pressed against the opening, applying just enough pressure to make you intensely aware of him, the promise of what was to come a delicious torment.

Finally, with a slow, deliberate push, his thick finger eased into you. Your body tensed instantly, a sharp intake of breath catching in your throat as you felt the unfamiliar fullness, a distinct pressure on your inner thighs as your muscles involuntarily clenched. For a fleeting moment, a sting of discomfort, a sudden jolt of pain, blossomed inside you. But it was fleeting. As his finger slowly began to move, a slow, grinding friction against virgin territory, the initial discomfort quickly dissolved, giving way to a nascent wave of pleasure that began to ripple outwards, warm and undeniably potent.

A deep moan tore from your throat, your body tensing further as his finger continued its slow, deliberate rhythm. "Z-Zoro... fuck," you whined, your hands instinctively clenching in his moss-green hair, pulling at the roots.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear, his voice a low, gravelly whisper that sent shivers down your spine. "Shhh," he murmured, the sound a gentle rumble against your skin. "Be quiet and relax. You don't want the crew to hear you, hm?" His finger, still deep inside you, curled slightly, then began a slow, rhythmic dance of pushing in and pulling out, a sensual torment that made your vision swim.You bit down hard on your lip, muffling the sounds of pleasure that threatened to spill from your throat. Your legs, already weak, began to tremble uncontrollably, threatening to give out completely beneath you. Zoro's gruff hand continued its relentless work inside you, his finger curling and stroking, pushing deeper with each slow, deliberate thrust. As you struggled against the sudden instability, trying desperately to stay upright, his other hand, which had been pinning you to the wall, subtly shifted. Instead of just holding you still, it now pressed firmly against your lower back, offering a steadying support that helped keep you on your feet. He was always observant, even in the throes of passion, subtly adjusting to your needs, ensuring you stayed pinned but also allowing you to stay upright, prolonging the exquisite torment.

His gaze, heavy-lidded and focused, never left your face as his finger continued its slow, merciless rhythm inside you. He watched your bitten lip, the tremor in your legs, the desperate clench of your hands in his hair.

"Good girl," he rumbled, the words vibrating against your ear as he leaned in closer. "You're doing so well for me. Just like this." His thumb, rough yet knowing, brushed against your clit from the outside, a light, teasing caress that sent a white-hot jolt through your entire being, making your hips instinctively buck against his touch even as his other hand held you steady. "Almost there, Y/n. Let go."

The light, teasing brush of his thumb against your clit was the final spark, igniting the tinderbox of sensation within you. A frantic, desperate energy surged through your veins, hot and demanding. Every nerve ending seemed to hum, vibrating with an exquisite pressure that built and built with each slow, deliberate push and curl of his finger inside you. The friction was a sweet agony, stretching and filling you in a way you hadn't known was possible, making your entire core throb with a singular, all-consuming need.

Your vision blurred at the edges, and the world narrowed to the feel of his touch, the scent of his skin, and the ragged gasps of your own breath. You felt your body tighten, coiling like a spring, muscles clenching deep inside you, instinctively gripping around his finger. A low, guttural moan escaped your throat, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

"Zoro..." you gasped, your voice thick with unshed climax, the word barely a whisper against the roaring in your ears. Your nails dug into his scalp, pulling at his hair, desperate for something to ground you as the waves of sensation crashed over you. "I'm so close... Oh, God, I'm so close!" Your hips bucked involuntarily, a desperate, silent plea for him to push you over the edge.

The world exploded in a kaleidoscope of sensation. You clenched around Zoro's fingers, your body arching violently against the wall as a wave of pure, unadulterated release shuddered through you. A choked moan tore from your throat, muffled instantly by your hand that flew to cover your mouth, but the sound still reverberated in the small space. Tears, hot and involuntary, pricked at the corners of your eyes, blurring Zoro's intense gaze as your legs finally gave out, threatening to buckle beneath you.

Zoro's grip on your waist tightened, holding you steady against the wall. His thumb, which had been teasing your clit, now pressed firmly, almost possessively, as your body spasmed around his finger. He leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, a low, satisfied growl rumbling deep in his chest.

"That's it," he rasped, his voice rough with triumph and a hint of something deeper, something possessive. "Mine."

With a soft groan of satisfaction, Zoro slowly withdrew his thick finger from you, a glistening trail of your release following its exit. He brought it to his lips, his gaze still locked with yours, as he tasted the slick evidence of your climax, a faint, almost primal hum vibrating in his chest. His eyes, dark with raw desire, deepened as he savored the flavor.

He pulled his finger away from his mouth, his breathing still ragged, and then, without breaking the intense eye contact, his lips crashed against yours once more. This kiss was desperate, an immediate, consuming plunge into the depths of raw passion. You could taste yourself on his lips—a sweet, tangy essence mingled with his own unique scent—a potent, intoxicating flavor that pulled you deeper into the intoxicating swirl of sensation. It was a kiss that sealed the unspoken pact between you, a tangible connection after weeks of frustrating silence.As the kiss deepened, Zoro broke away only long enough to reach down, the sound of his zipper echoing softly in the cargo hold. His pants fell to his ankles, joining your discarded clothing in a forgotten heap. The dark fabric gave way to the undeniable outline of his enraged cock, straining against the material of his boxers, a formidable presence threatening to spring free.

You, still reeling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, took a shaky, deep breath. Your eyes, wide and heavy-lidded, instinctively dropped, drawn by an almost magnetic pull to the impressive bulge straining against the cloth. It was thick and long, a formidable shape that promised to fill you completely, and the sight sent a fresh jolt of anticipation through your still-trembling body.

Your eyes, still a little glazed, traveled up from the rigid outline beneath his boxers to meet his gaze. A slow, knowing grin spread across his face, a silent challenge in his dark eye. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of his boxers, and with a swift, fluid motion, he peeled them down.

His cock sprang free, thick and engorged, pulsing with a raw, undeniable power. You let out a soft gasp, not of surprise, but of pure awe. It was even more impressive unleashed.

"Ready, Y/n?" he rumbled, his voice rough with anticipation, his hand already reaching for your hips, pulling you flush against him. The heat radiating from his erection was almost unbearable, pressing against your slick core.

You could only nod, your voice caught somewhere in your throat, your hands instinctively reaching for his shoulders, your body already arching to meet his.

Without breaking the intense gaze that held yours captive, Zoro's hand slid down, grasping your legs just above the knee, lifting them effortlessly to wrap around his waist. His formidable dick, hot and slick, lined up precisely with your eager, aching hole. He leaned in, his lips claiming yours in a rough, possessive kiss just as he began to push.

The penetration was a slow, grinding invasion, and the pain was immediate. A sharp, stretching agony that stole your breath and made your body instinctively tense. You gasped against his mouth, a muffled cry lost in the desperate clash of lips and teeth as he pushed further, claiming every inch, filling you to the point of bursting.

The rhythm deepened, becoming a powerful, consuming dance. Each thrust drove him deeper, making you gasp and whimper, the initial discomfort long forgotten, replaced by an escalating fire that coursed through your veins. Your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more. Your hands tangled in his hair again, clutching, pulling, urging him on.

"Zoro... fuck..." you panted, the words broken, barely coherent.

He pulled back almost completely, then drove forward with a powerful thrust that elicited a sharp cry from your lips. His hand, rough and heavy, slapped your exposed ass cheek with a resounding smack.

"That's it, slut," he rumbled, his voice dark and possessive, the impact sending a jolt of both pain and fierce arousal through you. "Just like that. Take all of me."

He quickened his pace, his movements becoming more primal, more urgent, driving you to the edge of delirium. You arched into him, meeting his every thrust, your world dissolving into the relentless rhythm of his body against yours, lost in the raw, consuming pleasure.

The sharp sting of his hand on your ass, combined with the raw possessiveness in his voice, ignited something primal deep within you. You bucked against him, a desperate, guttural moan tearing from your throat, no longer caring if the entire crew heard. His pace intensified, a relentless, driving force that pushed you higher and higher.

"Zoro! Please!" you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders, your head thrown back against the cool wood of the wall. The world was a dizzying blur of sensation—the friction, the heat, the intoxicating smell of his sweat, the taste of him on your tongue from the previous kiss.

He leaned down, his teeth gently nipping at your earlobe, sending shivers through your already electrified body. "Beg for it, Y/n," he rasped, his voice a low, dark growl that vibrated through your bones. "Tell me you want it."

"I want it! I want it, Zoro! All of it!" you cried, your hips clenching around him, muscles tightening around his formidable length. The pressure built to an unbearable crescendo, a sweet, agonizing torment that threatened to shatter you.

His movements grew more frantic, a primal, unstoppable force. Your body was a taut bowstring, stretched to its absolute limit, every nerve ending screaming. You could feel the tremors beginning deep within your core, the precursor to the inevitable release. Your fingers, now tangled in his hair, pulled, urging him faster, harder.

"That's it," he grunted, his breath ragged in your ear, his voice thick with his own impending climax. "Give it to me, Y/n." He slammed into you one last time, a powerful, all-consuming thrust that sent a blinding flash of white-hot pleasure through every fiber of your being.

A guttural cry tore from your throat, a sound of pure, unbridled ecstasy as your body convulsed around him, clenching, milking every last ounce of pleasure. Your legs locked around his waist, holding him tight as the waves of orgasm crashed over you, leaving you breathless and trembling.

Zoro let out a deep, satisfied groan, his body shuddering against yours as he released himself deep inside you, the hot surge of his come mixing with your own juices. He slumped against you, his forehead resting against your temple, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he pulled back just enough for his lips to find yours, pulling you into a deep, desperate kiss. It was a kiss of exhaustion, of raw triumph, and of a connection forged in the depths of shared passion.

They remained pressed together, bodies still intimately entwined, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the gentle creaking of the ship around them. The raw intensity of their shared release slowly softened into a warm, lingering afterglow. You could feel the heavy thud of Zoro's heart against your chest, slowly returning to a normal rhythm. Your own limbs felt like jelly, deliciously heavy and spent.

After a long minute, where the silence was comfortable rather than stifling, Zoro shifted, pulling back slightly to look at you. His eye, no longer clouded by raw desire, held a surprisingly soft, almost vulnerable expression. He reached up, his rough thumb gently brushing a stray tear from your cheek.

"Y/n," he rumbled, his voice still a bit hoarse, but no longer laced with the earlier urgency. He took a breath, the words seemingly pulled from deep within him. "Damn it. I… I think I really like you."

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flwrstqr · 4 months ago

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⌕. 𝓓EAR SOULMATE ❪ 니키 ❫ SMAU

( PREVIEW )⠀ ⠀❛ maybe i already know you & love you, but will fall in love some day. do you think of me? 'cause i do. one day i'll give this song to you

two influencers, total strangers, cross paths when a single comment sparks an unexpected back-and-forth online. as their exchanges turn into viral moments, fans start shipping them, blurring the line between content and something real. but when the internet’s favorite “ship” starts feeling less like a game and more like fate, they’re left wondering—was it all just for the views, or were they meant to find each other?

✶ SELECT PAIRINGS — influencer! riki x influencer! fmr

FEATURING . . . haerin from njz, minju from illit, winter from aespa, enhypen

CLICK, GENRE : influencer au, strangers to lovers, fluff, smau series

⟢ WARNINGS profanities/use if harsh language, small pinch of angst if you squint hard enough, kys/kms jokes, both being in denial, ignore all the timestamps

BEFORE READING . . send an ask, private message, or comment to be added to the taglist. reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated. this is not how i view these idols! this smau is just for fun and crack, and is purely fictional

NOTES — this is my first smau series for 2O25... trust i will lock in finish this smau soon (> <) also this is based off the nassie internet couple ㅠㅠ i will try to post episodes every weekend.

status : ONGOING | 27/02/25 — ??

ㅤㅤ‎‎PROFILES #OO1 ❪ loona tics ❫ . . . #OO2 ❪ bad decision club ❫

CHAPTER𝓢

OO1. truth or dare

OO2. who is this fine shyt?

OO3. viral my ass

OO4. rikiyn

OO5. more to be added . .

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kayesfanfics · 1 year ago

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X-Men 97’ Nightcrawler x Reader

Warnings: ‼️X-MEN 97’ SPOILERS‼️, smut under the cut, cuteness overload-

A/N: KURT IS MY ALL TIME FAVORITE X-MAN/MARVEL CHARACTER IN GENERAL I ADORE HIM SO OF COURSE I HAD TO WRITE FOR HIM AFTER THE NEW EPISODE. I really hope we see him join the team or at least just more of him!

You were a mutant on Genosha when you met Kurt, he had helped show you and the other mutants around from your ship the island, and you had followed the handsome blue boy around like a lost little puppy. He was charming and mischievous, flirty with a cute fangy smile on his face. After the official tour was over, you asked him to show you some hidden gems of the island, to which he bowed and kissed your hand, “As you wish!” before teleporting the two of you away from the crowd. He had showed you a beautiful, peaceful and tropical spot away from everyone else, where the two of you got to know each other, soon becoming friends and meeting at that spot almost every day

He’d ask you out on a date pretty quick, he’s not shy about flirting at all and will make it clear that he finds you attractive and would like to know you more intimately. He’d take you to a nice restaurant, showing up in a dashing suit to impress you and his curls gelled back in a slick style. Will compliment you on your dress/suit and have you twirl for him to see the full outfit, saying “Mein gott! You look absolutely stunning, liebe!” before pulling out your seat for you like a gentleman and ordering a nice bottle of wine for the both of you to have with your dinner

After dinner you go for a walk around the gardens, holding Kurt’s arm he held out for you. His tail would curl around one of your legs as you talked, sitting on a bench together to view the night sky above the beautiful greenery together. He’d want to know your life story and would share his with you, he’d want to know what you like to do, what you hate, what you’re afraid of, what you love, and he’d share all of that about himself with you as well

After a few dates you became official, more often than not staying with each other in your homes (we’ll get to what goes on in the bedroom later😉). He’s a huge cuddler for sure, wants both his arms around you and his tail curled around your waist or leg. He doesn’t mind being big spoon or little spoon, he’s perfectly content and happy with both and just wants to feel your skin against his. He’s big on physical affection and PDA, he just loves you so much and he’s a physical guy in general. Wants to be able to hold your hand, give you kisses, wrap an arm around your waist, anything as long as he touching you in some way. Plus he likes to show off how lucky he got with you, showing you off and always making sure everyone knows he’s taken. He’s highly sought after, after all (if you ask him)

He’s always got a date planned, he’s definitely not one of those guys that lets the other do all the work in the relationship. He’ll take you to your favorite restaurants, do your favorite activities, anything you would like to do. He’s adventurous and will try anything once, and will always make an effort to do things you enjoy. He will teach you some sword fighting skills, just you know how to use them and plus, do some borderline erotic sparring sessions with him of course! It’s something he enjoys and wants to do with you, but if he ever cut you with a sword he’d want to damn himself to Hell because HOW DARE HE GIVE YOU A CUT LESS THAN A CENTIMETER LONG?! HE’S THE WORST PERSON TO EVER EXIST. He will bandage it and kiss it better, begging your forgiveness despite you already saying it wasn’t a big deal and it didn’t even hurt at all

When you were recruited to the X-Men, he was offered a spot as well so the both of you packed up and moved to the X-Mansion so you could help mutants from there. On missions, he’ll always catch you if you fall and teleport you out of harms way. Definitely flirts during battle as well and likes to show off his skills to you, making you giggle and smile at him before focusing back on the mission. If you get hurt during it, he’ll teleport you to the mansion immediately to the medical room before going to help his teammates so he can get you their help quicker. Will spend lots of time with you and cuddle with you while you recover, you don’t have to lift a finger, this man will get you whatever you want

He does like to tease you a lot, things like squeezing your butt as you walk by or giving it a light smack with his tail. Will whisper innuendos and jokes to you during important meetings and such to make you giggle, to which Scott gives you a deadpan stare until the two of you refocus. His tail will move up your pants or skirt under the table, making your face heat up

He’s constantly winning you over long after you’ve become official. Will still bring you flowers, will still flirt with you, but he’s also the type to be like “Would you still love me if I was a bug?” He does need some reassurance due to his looks and how he’s been hated because of them, like, HE knows he’s sexy, but he wants to make sure YOU think he’s sexy. And you assure him you think he is⬇️⬇️

NSFW Under the Cut

Oh he is SUCH a lover boy. He’s more focused on your pleasure than his own for sure, and my man is SKILLED and EXPERIENCED (everyone wants a taste of the fuzzy man-). His hands will be all over your body, even his tail will be wrapped around you as well, and he’ll be mindlessly blabbering on and on in English and German about how much he loves you and how beautiful/handsome he thinks you are. My dude is AMAZING at giving you head, doesn’t matter which genitals you have, he’s got experience with both and will have your legs shaking and your back arched far off the bed during round one. If you’re AFAB, he’d know exactly where the clit is and exactly how to pleasure it, rather than just roughly rubbing it and calling it good. If you’re AMAB, he’d for sure be fingering your ass while sucking you off, his other hand squeezing your thigh and spreading your legs for him while his tail holds your other leg for him, or even smacks your ass with it teasingly

You often insist on giving him head in return, which of course he doesn’t mind but HE IS ALWAYS TRYING TO MAKE SEX ABOUT YOU, when you want to make it about HIM sometimes. He’s so loving, caring and sweet to you, you just want to show him how much you love him as well and sometimes have to get that through his fuzzy head. He loves body worship for sure, so he’d love to hear you say how hot and sexy and handsome and adorable and beautiful he is while the two of you make love to each other, it’d make him cum 10x harder and faster

He’d lowkey be kind of basic and love missionary, but he’s certainly not vanilla. He just wants to be able to see your face and to hold you close to him, so missionary tends to be good for that, but he’d also love it if you rode him and watch your chest bounce and toss your head back at the feeling of his cock inside of you. I honestly think he’s got more girth and length, but definitely not too short at all and would fit perfectly inside of you. He also likes to hold your hand during sex, which may be cheesy but he just wants to make sure you’re okay the whole time

Being in a mansion with many others, it is sometimes hard to find privacy and quiet time for longer than 20 minutes, so he’ll sometimes teleport the two of you elsewhere so you’re not interrupted. When in your room at the mansion though, he likes to make you scream while teasing you to be quiet and that someone will hear you, covering your mouth with his hand or kissing you muffle your loud moans and whines for him. But when the two of you walk out to the living quarters to join some of the others, Jubilee and Roberto will not make eye contact, Morph will give Kurt a knowing smirk and a high five, while Gambit outright says “You know we could hear y’all at it all the way down here-“ before Scott gives you two the disappointed dad look and says “There are children residing here.”

Kurt: And how exactly did Jean get pregnant?

Scott: 😳

Kurt: Yeah, that’s what I thought-

#x-men x reader #x men 97 #xmen x reader #nightcrawler #nightcrawler x reader #Kurt wagner #kurt wagner x reader #marvel #marvel x reader

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rensylph · 8 months ago

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 ( 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐀𝐔 )

<< yandere genshin highschool Au >>

You are a student at teyvat high, a prestigious highschool only for the wealthy and the elite has managed to get in due to one of your family members managed for you to be a student in the school, little did you know your presence will catch the hearts of many students.

Characters : Diluc, kaeya, thoma, ayato, alhaitham, kaveh, childe, scaramouche, xiao, kazuha, albedo, venti

⚠️Warning : this may contain some NSFW, non con touching, stalking and other content you may found uncomfortable ⚠️

( English is not my first language )

𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄

NAME : ( name ) ( last name )

CLASS : 2A

CLUB : music club

FAVORITE SUBJECT : ( your choosing )

( Name ) A second year student, a member of the music club, born from a middle class family has become an object of many students desires.

Diluc

A senior of yours, he is part of the student council. He is the son of a prestigious german family that owns a multi million wine company, is pretty popular in the school and is highly admired by the teachers due to his gentleman personality

Visit your band practice just to admire you play the instrument, he just stands there or takes a sit at one of the empty sits and just listens to you play your instrument without the bother of your other club members glaring at him.

Everyday for lunch he always buys extra grape juices just for you, as a sign of owner ship and glares daggers at his brother kaeya every time he tries to flirt with you. Every time a student approaches or talks to you other than him he will be jealous, so every time you approach he will have a hundred questions.

KAEYA

The adoptive brother of diluc, and also a third year your senior, local playboy of the school, many students including the girls have a huge crush on him and he also tends to flirt with anyone and find it amusing. He used him charms and good looks to enchant the entire school, he is also part of the fencing club in school

Very clingy and affectionate, he will hug you by the waist and every time you would complain on how uncomfortable it was, he would just brush it off and say you're being overdramatic there's nothing wrong with two people expressing emotion together.

Is actually insecure and has an infirior complex over his brother, diluc is a much more perfect candidate than him, hes the heir of the family company, has good grades and feels like diluc is much better than him. And this feelings torture him everyday. So every time he would try to one up with diluc for your affection

THOMA

A servant and student of the student council president ayato, and the only reason he manages to get it in is due to the kamisato siblings needing him at school hours. Basically a butler for the kamisato siblings as well doing the dirty work of the siblings.

Is heavily looked down on by the school's population, due to the school having a lot of high class students and the reason he's in the school is because the kamisato siblings lead him to be the subject for gossip and harsh remarks. Since your also reason to manage to get in the school is because one of your family members works at the school, you guys relate to being looked down upon by the schools

He will always bring an extra lunch box for you filled with special ingredients, he even bakes cupcakes for you with white frosting when you ask him what's inside he said its a secret, he can also play a guitar and sometimes you and him have a duet together. He doesn't tolerate anyone bad talking about your name so every time someone does it he will always give a "small" warning to them.

Ayato

Student council president as well the son and heir of a long rich and noble family, the elite of all. The school population swooned over him and he basked in their attention. You heard about him from the school multiple times but haven't seen him until you were accompanying Diluc to deliver some papers you finally met him personally

He would tend to make odd remarks to you like "I could just tie you up and not let you out of my sight" or "you're so cute, I could just shrink you down and let you live in my pocket" even tho this remarks are harmless you couldn't help the feeling actually meant those words 100% of all times. You Also have the feeling of being looked down upon by him, he doesn't look down on thoma since he knows what he's capable of.

Would give you head pats if you are done helping him, would also be found seeing you in band practice with diluc. He would invite you to fancy dinners in disguise as normal hang outs sometime the waiter identifies you as his girlfriend or fiance since you guys look like a couple, instead of correcting them he seems please as well if you do not join him he would make remarks of cutting budget on your club since he's the one that fund them.

Alhaitham

The school's number one in academics you can always expect him to be number one at any subject. the teacher's pet, his is willing to help the teachers with any task as long its not blocking his schedule. He is also brutally honest or doesn't know how to read the room or people, he's brain is always on its logical side.

Your professor asked alhaitham to tutor you because your grades have been falling recently, during tutoring alhaitham look down upon you for not understanding basic calculus but after the session you managed to ace your math test and received a head pat from him.

Soon it's normal for you and him to have a study session in your house or his apartment and you suspected he has a roommate since you found another room but he always gives a vague answer or not answer at all, but it always happens in your house soon you realize some of your clothing from your closet has started to disappear.

Kaveh

The art kid as well a person who is studying to be an architect, since alhaitham is the number one at academics. Kaveh is number two at academics behind alhaitham. Plus he excels at art and math more than alhaitham.

He's a passionate and kind person. He is very passionate about being an architect and perfection over his designs. You and him met during your first years at school where you saw him painting and the shine was shining and he was beautiful for a guy and a cough knocked you from your admiration. And that's how you and him met

He likes to make little trinkets for you a necklace and bracelets that are almost similar to his as well as small houses or hand crafted flowers basically small heartfelt hand crafts. He is obsessed with detail and so every gift has its meaning one of his favorites is an origami black rose.

Childe

It is a part of a gang of students called the fatui, and also the heir of a large toy company. He also excels at sports as a captain for the basketball team. By far he's a trouble maker always getting into fights the school is unable to do anything. Since he is by far one of principal's pierrot favorite students for some reason.

How did you guys meet, well you were accompanying your best friend lumine who's brother in the basketball team and you got hit by the head by the ball and knocked you out severely, when you wake up he was being lectured by your best friend. She was about to mole him alive until you woke up.

Every time you encounter him he will apologize every time and have an apology gift even tho the incident was a few months ago, he still gave you gifts for no apparent reason and how did he have the money to afford this much gifts he even gave you a necklace from swarovski that cost a lot. He will buy you lunch and he's very clingy as well.

Scaramouche

Also part of the gang that childe is part from, from a prestigious royal family. He was sent to live here by his mother who has a rocky relationship because he usually costs trouble for her until he learns to behave. Literally hates anyone and will roast and talk about how your existence ruins his day. You breathing next to him ruins his days.

Surprisingly he has friends who are kazuha a member of the literature club but he usually visits the music club to play the flute and who usually join him visiting your club, scaramouche and he usually makes criticism over how you play your instrument and how you suck at playing but why is he here, kazuha said to him that if his annoyed here he could leave but choose to stay you wonder why.

He makes small criticisms of you but you already have gotten used to it, and apparently he knows how to play the guitar. He easily gets jealous when other students or kazuha gets close to you one time you were teaching kazuha how to play the piano and your arm and his was touching and In the corner of your eye you could see scaramouche twitching with anger.

Xiao

Emo boy number #2, he's a part of the track field team, number one runner. He can be aggressive but he is not as much as scaramouche to be honest he's a decent guy just shy and doesn't know how to interact fully with anyone he can hold conversation but not that much.

He is very introverted and rarely interacts with anyone as long as it's someone who's close with him, he looks weak due to his short stature but he is very strong, known to bet up on some students who cause trouble. Him and childe usually have a spar

He would work as a body guard or protect you in the dark. You feel like watching at school or walking home from school it's xiao watching over you making sure you are safe.

Kazuha

One of your closest friends as well the chilliest person you ever met, he's in the same grade as you and you guys sit together. He's very well known in the entire school for his writings he's a very popular and chill guy that's what makes him likeable.

You guys sit together in class and sometime he would accidentally purposely rub his hands with you and when you look at him he would just give you a shrug or just basically act as if it was nothing.

He is well known for his writings right, and one of the most popular poetry he ever wrote was about love and about this person he had fallen in love with and wished to keep them from everyone and be the only one by their side, it's a pretty dark and twisted poetry about love. And every time when wrote about a poet of love he would have given you a glance at the crowd as if it was about you and for you.

Albedo

The smartest and one of the smartest guys at school, and very admired by the school and its population. Even tho some people find him weird it was overshadowed by his talents, people called him a genius who's on par with alhaitham on academics.

You guys were lab partners, and when you tried to help him he said you shouldn't and that this subject was easy so he told you just let him do all the work while you relax, it was an advanced subject. And the others were struggling while he was treating it like some sort of easy experiment.

He likes to draw and you have become one of his main inspirations, every detail of you has been drawn and it's almost looking at a picture by a camera.

Venti

A senior of yours and the leader of the music club. He's a master at any Instrument, a true embodiment of a music prodigy, his personal favorite instrument is the harp. He was originally recommended to the literature club but he rejected it but he does visit it regularly.

For a senior he is really clingy towards you, hugging you and always calling you his cute junior. You usually play together and he will point out some mistakes with your instrument but in a gentle way. And he told you how to hold or play your instrument while touching you in the hand.

He would be very clingy and gives he's rival a smirk while hugging you, he would play music for you and admire you while you're playing.

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